Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love

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Hermione kept her eyes closed and opened her mouth wide for her first morning yawned. She felt a shiver run down her spine as the fear that someone was watching her came over her.

Hermione's eyes slowly opened only to find Nadine's tiny, beautiful face mere inched from her own. She felt her eyebrows draw together in a frown as Didi's expression was of worry. Hermione quickly sat up in her large bed and scooped her daughter up into her lap.

"Didi, what's wrong?"

"Daddy's sick," the child stated mater of fact like.

"Sick?" Hermione question. "What do you mean sick?" Hermione felt a deep fear of dread sink into the pit of her stomach. "Where is he, sweetie?"

"Bathroom."

Hermione got up from the bed and set Nadine down on top of the rumbled sheets. Hermione kissed her daughters wrinkled forehead from frowning and stroked her baby soft cheek. "You stay here and I'll be right back, okay?"

Nadine nodded and clutched her "baby" to her chest as Hermione left the room, tripping in the box of things and Hermione was ordered sternly by Draco not to open for any reason whatsoever.

Hermione found Draco retching over the toilet, his flush flushed and his body sweating. He heaved over the toilet, his fingers digging into the side as he emptied his stomach. He gasped and sputtered as Hermione rubbed her hand soothingly over his bare, fine muscled back, his muscles screamed and pulled under her warm hand.

Finally done, Draco sighed with relief as Hermione placed a cloth over his flushed forehead.

Hermione sat on the cold tile floor with her back against the wall. Draco sat breathing heavily between her legs with his head leaning back against her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked softly.

"Mmm hmm," Draco muttered and stroked the back of her knee with his fingers. "Just give me a minute or so and I'll get up."

Hermione played with the strands of Draco's straight silky hair. "Stay as long as you need." The small bathroom was silent until Hermione spoke again. "It's been over a month since the last time this has happened."

Draco slowly sat up. "Yeah, it has." Draco turned around and sat back on his heals. "Hermione, I'm scared," he admitted, his eyes downcast.

Hermione reached out her hand and placed is on Draco's thigh. "I know but-"

"No," Draco cut in, "you don't know, Hermione. Voldemort is still looking for you."

"But-"

"No, Hermione," Draco pressed stubbornly. "He will not stop even if he's caught. Voldemort has ways to get to you, Hermione."

"No! I refuse to believe that!" Hermione snarled. "Voldemort is caught and he cannot get me!"

Draco sadly shook his head. "He can still get you, Hermione."

"Why are you bringing this up again?" Hermione cried in distress.

"Because I'm getting flashes again," Draco admitted heatedly.

Hermione sat still and closed her eyes. Her breathing sped up and her heart ran wild. "How? I thought your father was the once sending you thoughts or pictures or whatever."

"I lied, Hermione. Voldemort was also doing the sending."

Hermione visibly paled. She shook her head and put a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes shut tight. "Oh, Draco," she said with a sigh.

"I know but I'm not sorry. I couldn't tell you that, Hermione! Do you understand why?"

Hermione sat quiet for a moment and thought about it. Finally she answered him with a solemn, "yes, I understand."

"Thank you. But now I must go to him. I need you to stay here and watch Nadine.

"No! I will not! I wont let you leave me and go straight to your death! It's not right and I wont let you!"

"Hermione," Draco started softly, "I must go."

Hermione stood up and stomped her foot. "No, you don't have to go! Stay here with me and Nadine. I refuse to let you go!"

"I have to go, Hermione, or he's going to kill you," he replied calmly.

"No, please don't leave me again!" Hermione begged desperately.

"I must, Hermione. I care too much about you to just let Voldemort come her and take you away!"

"You're lying! You don't care for me anymore than you care for our child!"

Draco looked at her with shock. "You think I never cared?" he asked outraged. He stalked back to the bedroom and bent down over the box that he was forbidden to go into and dumped the contents out onto the floor. Notebook after notebook fell out to land hard on the floor.

Draco snatched a book up and skimmed through it like you would with a deck of cards. Every page that Hermione got a glimpse of was of herself, a baby or sometimes both.

Draco stopped at a random page and thrust the book into her arms. "All of you, Hermione, all of them. Not once did I not care. I had never stopped caring."

Hermione raised a hand to her mouth and found that her cheeks were wet. She stared down at the amazing pictures drawn out of memory in total awe.

"Then why must you leave me again?"

Draco shook his head and swallowed hard. "Do you really think that I want to go? I know that there's a chance I might die but I have to do something, Hermione. I can't just sit here and let Voldemort take you away. I will protect what is mine and I will not see you or Nadine get hurt."

"Please," Hermione sputtered.

"No!" Draco growled. Nadine let out a whimper from the bed and Hermione noticed that her bottom lip was trembling and that she had tears in her eyes. "Don't you talk me out of this, Hermione. I'm determined and I wont let you stop me."

Hermione gave up and she stalked over to the bed and picked Nadine up into her arms. "Fine. Leave us then."

Draco said nothing at her cold tone. He turned to leave the room what her words stopped him cold and his chest felt tight with emotion and pain.

"Just be out by nightfall."

Draco closed his eyes and ignored the tight jab of pain in the middle of his chest. It felt like there was a hand inside him that held his heart in it's gigantic fist and was squeezing with all it's might.

All Hermione could do was not to cry as he gaudily left the room and apparated out of the house.

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For the first time in the month and a half that Draco was living with them, Draco had used his wand. It was for a good reason, Hermione assured herself as she sat behind her desk at the office. Hermione went on with her life as if Draco had not left her. She dropped Nadine off at her nannies just like any other ordinary day.

Draco had left her like she had meant nothing. Although he had said that he had to leave because he couldn't stand seeing her get hurt, it was still hard to believe. He apparated straight to his mothers house to get ready to confront Voldemort.

All day Hermione was struggling to keep her mind focused on her work instead of her feelings and Draco. Nadine was attached to Draco and he just left her like he did to her as well.

Hermione left work early because of that stupid fact and picked up Nadine.

"Where's daddy?" Nadine asked as they got home and sat at the dinner table.

Hermione's fake smile fell and she stared down at her food. Looking up, her face crumbled in sorrow, she whispered to her small child, "I don't know, pumpkin. I don't know."

A single tear fell down Hermione's cheek.

"Mommy?" Nadine asked and dropped her fork on her plate.

Hermione hastily wiped the tear away and smiled to Nadine. "I'm okay, sweetie. How would it be if we watch a movie with dinner tonight?"

Nadine's face lit up and her mouth split open into a great wide smile. "Honestly?"

Hermione nodded and grinned. "Sure, why not?" She picked their plates up and took them into the living room and set them down on the coffee table.

Nadine came running in after her. She went to the movie stand and picked her favourite movie which happened to be about a dog who got lost in the forest and a family of bunnies helped him get back to his owner. (AN: Anyone guess what movie this is?)

Hermione was physically and mentally exhausted. Her head hurt and her body felt weak. Her chest had a constant tightness to it and she felt the deepest urge to cry.

By the end of the movie, Nadine was curled up to her side sleeping soundly. Hermione picked her up and brought her to her bed and placed her down on it. Hermione covered the child up as she curled into a ball and snuggled closer into the pillow.

Hermione knelt by the bed and watched Nadine sleep peacefully. Her chest felt even tighter at the idea of telling this sweet child that her daddy was never coming back to see her or her mother.

A tear threatened to spill down her cheek but Hermione held it back and blinked furiously.

"No tears for him, Hermione," she warned herself. It was so hard to keep from crumpling on the floor and breaking down in sobs but she somehow managed not to.

Hermione stroked Nadine soft cheek and hesitantly got up to leave the room. She strongly walked back to her bedroom and stripped her clothes off. She shook her head and scowled as Draco's face flashed in her mind. She rashly pulled her red teddy and matching underwear from the dresser and jerked them on.

After going to the bathroom and taking her makeup off, Hermione collapsed in her bed. Laying there, Hermione remembering what a ardent lover Draco had been, what sweet words he had whispered to her, and the gentle caress as they lay in bed together. Or when they ate and Draco's fingers would tenderly, playfully run across her neck and shoulder.

Hermione closed her eyes to the tightening need and pain in her chest. A lump came to her throat and Hermione bit her lip to keep from weeping.

"I miss you," she whispered passed the clog in her throat. Even though Draco would not hear her, Hermione hoped that Draco knew that. Hermione raised a fist to the middle of her chest and pushed hard. It was so hard to breath, too hard to ignore the sharp aching.

"Why did you have to leave me, Draco? Why must you put me through this pain again?" The tears came and Hermione couldn't do a thing to stop them from falling from her swollen eyes. She wept in her pillow, the anguish was unbearable, the hole in her heart was making Hermione want to give up on life.

The tears slowed some time later and Hermione thought of her beautiful child asleep in the room down the hall. She had to stay strong for Nadine no matter what. Nadine was Hermione's only reason to keep on living.

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Draco lay at Voldemort's feet with his face bloodied, bruised and his nose surely broken.

The Dark Lord advanced upon him and surged to his feet his wand at the ready.

"Leave my family alone, Voldemort," Draco gasped out, the words tight from the broken ribs.

Voldemort laughed, it's high pitch screeching in the dark and damp dungeon.

Draco lay on the floor with Voldemort over him. Voldemort's wand was pointed down at Draco, the unforgivable curse on his lips ready to be said, ready to take another life.

A bright light lit the room as the dungeon door opened. A dark figure stood there and all went dark again as the door banged shut.

"Potter," the Dark Lord breathed, his voice slightly hoarse. "Crucio." Draco automatically doubled back over and cringed, gasping in agony. The Dark Lord didn't even give Draco another look; his gaze was locked with Harry Potters.

"Arg," Draco moaned as the pain build up to deathly excruciating torture.

Voldemort's gaze did not recoil as Harry held is wand up in front of him.

"Let him go, Voldemort."

Voldemort laughed and remained his gaze focused on Harry, his wand back up and obviously forgotten about Draco withering on the floor, his face scrunched up in unbearable pain.

Voldemort's eyes became slits as he was glaring so hard at Harry. "You are no match to me, boy." Harry's wand flew from his hand before he could open his mouth.

Harry said not a thing, didn't even look at his wand across the room. His hand came up and his palm faced straight forward.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco and muttered, "imperio." Draco's withering stop and he lay on his back, his chest heaving as he tried to inhaul an even breath. "Get his wand, Draco."

Draco arduously got up and crawled to the opposite side of the dungeon to seize Harry's wand from the cement floor.

Harry's hand aimed over to Draco and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Voldemort's eyes lit up and a sneering smile came onto his twisted face. "Impressive. But not enough to kill the Dark Lord."

Harry looked back at Voldemort, his eyes almost shooting flames of fire. To Voldemort's utter surprise, flames did come out as he murmured, "incendio," and a fire started near Voldemort's back.

The Dark Lord glided closer to Harry. "Not good enough, boy."

Voldemort came swooping down towards Harry and Hermione made no move to step aside. Harry's hand started to shake and a faint yellow dust twisted clockwise around his hand. His palm started to flow incarnadine and spread outwards towards his finger until his whole hand was covered with the blood red colour.

Voldemort recoiled and his eyes held a trace of fear. "Avada-"

The spell was broken as Voldemort's was mouth shut tightly.

Harry stood stiffly, his face frozen cold in a fierce and fiery look of hatred. "Good bye, Voldemort." Harry's hand was violently vibrating and a thin cardinal line shot forward as Harry's screamed, "avada kedavra!"

Voldemort's body stood stiff as the thin red line became thicker transforming into a ball. The ball stopped and like a bomb, it blew. Voldemort was shot backwards to the wall; already dead and he slumped to the floor in a defeated heap.

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Hermione bolted up in bed. The blankets were wound around her feet and she kicked them away. Her body was sweaty and shaking ferociously.

"Oh god, oh god."

Hermione fell to the floor as her feet could not hold her up. Hermione knew that the dream was not an ordinary dream but a flash of the future.

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Hey everyone! Sorry about the long wait. I'm starting to get faster actually, and I hope you all stay around and wait for that to happen. Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter and story. I have terrible grammar and spelling so please forgive me. Other than that tell me what I could improve on. If you have other questions ask in the review and then give me your email so I can answer you back. Thanks again and enjoy!

Chebetta

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.Ardent- passionate.

.Arduously- difficulty.

.Ferociously- fiercely.