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Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love
..I'll Stay..
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Dictionary of this chapter is at the bottom of the page.
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Hermione sat in the class room, her head pounding and her stomach started to feel uncomfortable. She was famished and very antagonism at the moment.
"Hermione, you alright?"
Hermione turned her head and stared at Ron, her face set in a grin intense look, her lips in a fine white line.
"I'm hungry and the teacher in just plain moronic. He's annoying and thick headed! I can't stand it in here!" By each word, Hermione's voice was raising.
"Ms. Granger, is there a problem?" the teacher asked, obviously exasperated.
"No," Hermione grumbled.
"The why are you querulous?"
"Because I'm hungry!" Hermione whined. "My stomach hurts, it's too hot in here and-" Hermione stopped abruptly and held a hand to her nose as a bit of blood dripped out. "And I have bloody nose!" Hermione whined, finishing her sentence.
The teacher sighed and let her be excused.
"Thank you," Hermione muttered contemptuously and swiftly left the room, her head tilted back with her hand covering her nose.
She made her way to the bathroom with difficulty but eventually got there. She held her head back and tissues to her nose. The blood kept coming though, and Hermione tried to make it stop with her wand but that didn't help. So for the next twenty minutes, blood kept seeping from her nose and Hermione kept her head back.
Finally, the blood stopped and Hermione cleaned up and had to go to her room for a new shirt and sweater. Hermione made her way up the stairs, her stomach in agony and her head pounding with every step she took.
She made it to the common room and went straight up to get the clean shirts. As she opened the door to her room Draco called her name.
"Draco? What're you doing here?"
"I don't have class this morning. Are you okay?"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just here to-" Hermione stopped suddenly and looked around the room. "Actually I don't know why I'm here."
Draco came up the stairs and took her hand is his. "Hermione, what happened to you?"
Hermione frowned with hesitation. "What do you mean?"
"You're covered in blood, Hermione."
Hermione let out a small laugh as she peered down at the bloody shirt. "Oh, yeah. I was coming to change my shirt. I had a bloody nose."
"C'mon." Draco lead her up the last few steps and helped her take the sweater off. "Where's your shirts?"
"In the closet," Hermione replied. Draco strode to the closet and took a crisp button-up shirt from a hanger.
"Okay. Let's get this shirt off." Draco bent his head and started to undo each tiny button, his eyebrows pulled together in concentration. His fingers brushed against her soft breast and Hermione went straight on alert. Her breasts were extra sensitive these days and Hermione felt them tighten with need.
Draco's head came up and caught her eyes. He smiled slightly as she inhaled sharply and her breath came out faster.
After a another minute of that sweet, sinful sensation, the shirt was undone and Draco was kneeling in front of her. Draco's fingers went down Hermione's sides, sending shivers up her spine and fluttering inside her belly.
"Hermione?" Draco question.
Hermione swallowed, hard and peered down at him. His eyes held a glaze expression and then slid shut, his head bending down to rest on her bubbling belly. His hands moved to her front and outlined the small circle of her baby then wound tightly around her middle, pulling her body tight against his. She felt his body vibrate with something unknown but knew something was wrong.
Hermione felt her heart shoot through the sky as Draco's soft breathing swept across her swollen flesh.
"Hermione," Draco whispered, his voice choked.
Hermione said nothing, simply stood there, frozen in place. Her heart was faster than a rocket and her head spinning as if she were unwinding from a swing. Her head was foggy, making it hard to think. She could never think when she saw Draco like this.
"Draco-"
"I know," Draco murmured, cutting her off. "I know you're scared." He titled his face up and met her sharp gaze. "But I'll be with you for the whole thing. You don't have to have any doubts about me."
Hermione felt her eyes moisten and her throat go dry. She nodded and finally forced out, "Mmm hmm."
Draco got to his feet and cupped her cheek in his warm palm. "Hermione, I love you so much. I ache so much when I even think about you. Hermione, I know you can trust me with anything and you need to remember that."
Hermione felt her chest clench up and her throat so tight, she couldn't swallow. She opened her mouth but nothing came out but a small whimper and more tears fell down her face.
"Hermione?" Draco question.
Hermione felt her bottom lips quiver. She couldn't think, she couldn't understand why Draco was being so weird. He was never so close and yet to far away at one moment. Something was going on and to Hermione it felt as if he was trying to say goodbye. She felt a sharp pain of something behind her breast bone and fought to breath. Her stomach felt hallow even though she had three months of baby in her. She clenched a fist to her chest and as it went tighter and her face went white.
"Hermione, baby, what's wrong?"
"I hurt," Hermione choked out, her voice hoarse and had a slight tremor.
Draco frowned and focused on her face seeing no sign of mendacity. Draco ran his thumb over Hermione's bottom lips and kissed her forehead, then slowly folded her into his arms.
Hermione went into the comfort of his arms with languorously, her body tired and her heart felt somehow wounded.
Draco held on to her small shivering body. Slowly, Hermione's body broke out into a cold sweat and her breath became rapid.
Draco started to panic and then unanticipatedly, her knees gave way and she would have fell to the floor if Draco's arms didn't keep her up right.
Alarmed, Draco brought her to the bed and laid her down. He was shaking so hard that Draco couldn't catch his breath. He sprinted to the bathroom, and grabbed wet towel to wrap it around her flushed body.
Draco sprinted down the stairs so fast he was amazed he wasn't flying. He ran all the way to the hospital and franticly looked around for Madam Pomfrey. Catching sight of her, Draco hastily told her what happened to her. Madam Pomfrey grabbed hold of Draco's arm and suddenly they we near Hermione's bed.
Hermione was still shaking but now it was almost like she was twitching. Her breath was fast and rough. Her face was flushed but her body was cold to the touch.
"What's wrong with her?" Draco questioned, his voice almost squeaking as he lightly touched the back of her hand.
"I don't know, Mr. Malfoy but I think I need you to get Dumbledore."
Draco nodded his head with a jerk and ran to got the head master.
Madam Pomfrey felt Hermione's flushed face and shook her head. She didn't have a clue what to do. The headmaster had said this could happen and to get him right away. But now Hermione was starting to jolt in her bed, her face reddening and her teeth started to chatter.
The headmaster and Draco came back into the room. Draco right away went to the side of Hermione's bed and peered down at her.
"What's wrong?" he demanded from Madam Pomfrey. "My god, help her. Why aren't you doing something?" he panicked his voice full of harsh, bitter anger. "Do something!" he stipulated huskily, loudly. A fat tear spilt down his cheek and he glared at the headmaster. He got down to the side of the bed on his hands and knees. He clasped Hermione's hand and gripped it, bagging for her to be alright. "Please, please, do something!" Draco choked out and sobbed beside her bed.
Hermione's body jerked once more and she started to choke, tears rolling down her flushed, red face.
"Draco," Dumbledore clenched a hand on his shoulder. "Talk to her. Tell her how you love her."
"What's wrong with her?" Draco sobbed. "I want her back! Tell me what's happening!"
Dumbledore gripped his shoulder tighter. "She's dying."
Draco looked up at the headmaster, his lips quivering. "Wh-what? Why? Hermione-how? I don't understand."
"She's giving up, Draco. She doesn't want to live anymore. She thinks you're leaving her, knows you wont love her child. She's trying to die, Draco. If you want her, Draco, really want her, then go get her. The only think holding her back right now is the child inside of her.
"I-" Draco peered back at Hermione. Draco let out another whimper and kissed her forehead. "Hermione. Baby, please. Please, please come back to me. I love you, Hermione. Don't d-die on me. I don't want to leave you, Hermione. I want to hold you in my arms, bring our child into this world with all the love I have, all the love I can give. I'm all you're, Hermione. All of me. Just p-please come back. I can't live without you."
Not knowing what else to do, Draco laid his head on her stomach and bawled.
"Draco?"
Sobbing harder at the sound of Hermione's voice, Draco refused to let her die, refused to know that she was dead and calling his name.
"Draco?" again came her soft, sweet voice. "Come here, Draco."
Hermione lifted his head and looked around. He was in Hermione's room anymore. Wasn't sobbing by her side and hoping her to come back. She was in a garden with roses and tulips everywhere. Every colour surrounded her and she smiled lightly at him.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Draco?" Hermione sat down on the side of the fountain of small children. "Come talk to me, Draco."
"No!" Draco yelled and clenched his fists to his ears. "I wont believe it! I repudiate to believe it! You aren't real!" Draco had his eyes closed so tight her started to see colours behind his lids. "You aren't real," he whispered, making himself trust it.
A warm hand touched his arm and Draco's body went rigid.
"Draco, please look at me."
Slowly, vacillatingly, Draco relaxed his hands and had is hands pulled down but the small, tender ones. Draco kept his eyes clasped tightly conjointly until the sweet, kind-hearted voice whispered in his ear.
"Look at me, Draco." A hand caressed the side of his face and unable to refrain, his eyes leisurely opened and Hermione's amiable face came into view.
"Are you real?" Draco his voice hoarse murmur.
Hermione's soft and fragile face nodded up at him. "Real as possible." Her head travelled down his face and to his throat, at which he swallowed hard, and stopping at his chest. Her delicate hand snaked over his heart. His heart pounded flippantly under her palm.
"I'm scared, Hermione," Draco confessed.
"I know." She touched his hand and pulled his large one inside of hers. "Come." Draco followed and sat beside her on the fountain seat.
"Talk to me," Hermione commanded.
"I don't understand what had happened. Dumbledore said you wanted to die. Why do you want to leave me, Hermione? What did I do wrong?"
"You won't understand, Draco."
"Please, tell me! Hermione, I'm so scared," his eyes flashed dark and tears weld up. "I don't want you to leave."
Hermione smiled softly and she gripped his hand in hers. "You're were going to leave me, Draco."
"No. I'm not."
Sadly, Hermione smiled. "You got his message, Draco. Two nights ago. I got it also, Draco. You were going to the mountain to die for not taking the mark. I get the same dream, Draco. Your father is giving you a warning. This isn't the first time that this has happened."
"I'm not leaving you," Draco remarked back harshly.
"No matter what you say or want, Draco, doesn't always happen."
"But why would- why do you want to kill our child, also?"
"I don't want to, Draco. You were talking to me today and I knew that you were saying goodbye."
"No, I was just trying to make you not worry. I was going to see him and tell him he couldn't have me. That's all!"
"And we both know that he would have killed you." Hermione's words get harsh and Draco flinched. "Why lie to me, Draco? You know how I care about you and you go behind my back! I love you, Draco, but you still rather get killed then tell me the truth. Would you want to die knowing the last thing you said was a lie." Hermione was standing up and facing him with her face holding such a hurt expression that Draco's chest ached.
"I said that I love you, Hermione. That is not a lie!"
"But a lie and a truth does not make it right, Draco!"
"What was I supposed to say, Hermione? That I was leaving you and I knew that I would die! Do you think I would make you worry more about having the baby by yourself and having to take care of yourself?"
"I can take care of myself, Draco. I don't need you to take care of me! I need you to love me!" Hermione whispered the last words.
There was a long silence and Hermione started to cry softly.
"Come here, Hermione."
Hermione didn't move she just slightly swayed. Draco walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her shivering body into his.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. Please don't cry."
Hermione turned around in his arms and cried. Draco scooped her up and gingerly carried her to the fountain here he sat down and cradled Hermione in his arms. Her hands clenched the back of his shirt and she cried and whimpered in the hallow of his neck.
"I just want you to love me," she sobbed and gripped the back of his shirt tighter. "I need you to love me." Her hoarse sobs shook her whole body, her teeth chattering, her entire heart feeling ripped out.
Draco rocked her back and forth, silently stroking her hair. "Hermione, baby, I do love you."
Her head moved back and forth on his shoulder. "No, you just n-need the idea of m-me. N-not me for who I am."
Draco's hand stilled and he grimace, realizing how much this could be true. He didn't really talk about how he felt, about how he wants his life. He realized that he made no comment on his future with her. He had unwaveringly thought about what he was doing to Hermione. He was almost using her for his strength and to keep him going because he knew so strongly that his father was going to kill him if he didn't accept the mark. He was slowly killing Hermione as he was going this. He was using her for his own need, not caring how much of her he took.
"Hermione, I-" he choked on his words. His throat was desiccated and his chest tight, his breath coming out sharp and swift. He fought back all the tears coming to his voice, to his sorrow filled eyes.
"No," Hermione whimpered. "No, Draco, d-don't say it."
Draco's large hand moved steadily from Hermione's back to her face. He stroked her soft cheek then caught her chin in the V of his forefinger and thumb. Abruptly, Hermione's face was below Draco's, her gaze fixed on the deepness of his eyes.
"Hermione, I love you." Hermione's eyes filled with more tears, a big one falling down her round cheek. Draco caught the tear with his thumb and he kissed her.
His lips moved down on hers so perfectly, Hermione whimpered. His kiss was deliberately slow paced and painfully beautiful. His mouth fully covered hers and Hermione let out a moan.
Unexpectedly, Draco pulled his mouth away. "Can you not feel my love for you? Can you not feel how much I want you, how much I need you?"
Hermione licked her swollen lips and swallowed. Her small hand was over his heart, feeling the prompt rhythm of the beat.
"Yes, I can."
"Love me, Hermione. Love me so I can love you just as much back. Show me, teach me so I can love you with my whole body, with my whole soul." Draco's desperate cried for his own need to love, frighten Hermione to the core. "Teach me to love my child, show me how to be a good father, Hermione. I want this child as much as I want you."
Hermione sniffed and bit into the side of her lip. She nodded strongly and then dived for his neck. She began to cry again but her tears were of joy and Draco stroked her back, whispering soothing words into her ear. Telling her all the sad, dark secrets he kept to himself.
"Take me back, Draco," came her soft sigh, "take me back."
Having no clue how to, Draco closed his eyes tight and thought of home- Hogwarts. He thought of his room, her sitting in the bed, her soft, deep hair around her flushed face, a tiny child in her arms. Hermione smiled down at the child, her smile bright and full of love. Draco opened his eyes to sadly say he didn't know how to get them back but he was. He was at the side of Hermione's bed, her small hand was stroking his silky hair.
"Hermione?" he asked not sure if he was actually awake.
"I'm here."
A smile spread across Draco's face and his clasped a hand behind Hermione's head and brought her mouth down to his, in a frantic kiss. A surprise giggle escaped from Hermione's mouth as he kissed him passionately back.
"I love you, baby."
Hermione pulled back and softly replied, "and I love you, too."
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Hey. Sorry about the wait again. I know the chapters a little sappy and all but . . . Yeah, lol. I'm gonna try harder to get these chapters out. Please forgive me and please tell me what you thought. I know there's a lot of spelling mistakes and I'll fix them all soon.
Thanks for reviewing and I hope you enjoy.
Chebetta
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. Antagonism- bitter, angry.
. Exasperated- frustrated.
. Contemptuously- scornfully.
. Mendacity- a lie.
. Languorously- lack of physical and mental energy.
. Unanticipatedly- unexpectedly.
. Stipulated- demanded.
. Repudiate- deny, reject.
. Vacillatingly- unsurely.
. Conjointly- joined together.
. Amiable- friendly.
. Flippantly- freely.
. Desiccated- dried.