Chapter 11 - Suicide Blondes

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It was peaceful, it was bliss, it was wrong. Very, very wrong for both parties. They both knew that fact and they both very blatantly ignored that fact. They both needed a peace of mind, even if it was from their so-called enemy. Hermione needed to learn that not all men are dicks, just Harry and Ron. Draco just needed to realize it was okay to care about something, or someone. Neither really thought of the situation like that though. It was two teenagers with very high levels of hormones and both needing a little bit of TLC.

Draco took hold of her hand hands raising them above her head and lower his body on top of hers. Gently, mind you. Being around her made him see everything more fragile like. Like she was a glass that could shatter if pressed too hard. He took in every part of her. Her scent, her feel, her taste. Running his hand down the side of her body, feeling her curves, taking in every part of her body. She jumped slightly when his hand went toward her waist. He smiled into the kiss and poked her lightly. She struggle underneath him.

Hermione broke away from the kiss, she was breathless. "The poking really isn't necessary." So of course he did it again. She jerked her hands away from where he was holding them and slapped his hand away. "Stop!"

He was laughing. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy lying together on a couch, in a very compromising position, laughing together. Yeah, it's pretty safe to say the world might as well becoming to an end. She played with his hair a bit. The color was so vivid, a suicide blonde. It was soft and not frizzy, in a way she was kind of jealous.

"Hermione?"

"Hm?"

"What's on your arm?" Hermione only looked slightly startled. She pulled her arm away from him, but he grabbed it. "I never expected this from our perfect little Hermione." He traced his finger along the deep cut that was across her wrist. She pulled away and slid out from underneath him.

"Yeah, well expect the unexpected."

"I didn't-"

"You never mean it, right? You don't think about it first! Just ignore it pretend it's not there. Is that so hard? You never cared before, so don't fucking start now!" He was blown away. He was confused. Were they not just snogging moments before, were they not just laughing moments before? His head hurt. He hadn't meant to upset her, he was just shocked that she of all people would ever cut herself, purposely.

"I didn't think you would get upset. I know you're not perfect, it was a joke. I mean not that it's not serious-"

"Shut up! You don't realize you're making it worse do you?"

"Whatever. Fine I don't care." Hermione let out a growl of annoyance. And before either one of them knew what was going on she hurled the crystal vase, that was next to her, across the room. Not at Draco, just against the wall.

"You never did, so don't pretend." And she walked out of the room. As she did she flicked her wand and all the paper balls that had been lying around flew into the fireplace.

Everyone has moments in their life that they wish they could take back. Hermione was going through it right now. She didn't mean to freak out and honestly, she could barely tell why she had. She wasn't bother by the fact that he cared, she was bothered by the fact that he noticed. Hermione wasn't a cutter, by far. She tried it once, and it wasn't for her. It was too messy for her. Too much blood, she wasn't a fan of blood.

Anyway, after she left the common room the other night, she went to the Gryffindor common room and sat with Harry and Ron. She and Ron didn't talk. She was still very, very pissed off, and rightfully so. But Harry was good at pretending like they weren't fighting. He kept the conversation as easy flowing, as it could have been. After midnight she went back to the Head's rooms and made her way to her bedroom and fell into a fitful sleep. Today she was paying for it.

She was sitting in Transfiguration trying to concentrate on the board. No suck luck. She felt guilty. All he wanted to do was, well, she didn't know what he wanted to do. She still felt guilty. She was trying to figure a way to apologize to him. But really there was nothing to be said sorry for. She was protecting herself from another relationship that could go sour. Wasn't she?

Her head was spinning. Her lack of sleep and lack of proper concentration was making her feel sick. She Asked permission to be excused. McGonagall let her go. She gathered her books, left her homework from the night before on the desk, and went to her common room. When she entered the room she threw her books on the table by the portrait and huffed loudly.

"You mind Granger, some of us like peace and quiet." She jumped not expecting him to be there.

"I…I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be there. What are you doing out of class?"

He cocked his head to the side, "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"I don't feel well. I was excused from class."

"I'm having a mental breakdown and was sent out of class." Hermione snorted, so un-ladylike. "Seriously, Trelwany told me so. I was directed to go to the common room and lay down."

"And are you still having the mental breakdown?"

"I don't know? I've never had one before, I don't know how it feels." He said sarcastically. Then added, "How does it feel?"

She gasped, "Why you!" She took a pillow from the couch and smacked him with it.

"That was uncalled for!"

"Uncalled for, you just called me mental!"

He laughed at her, "Are you saying you aren't?"

He was laying across the couch and she tried to get him to move his legs, but he was being stubborn. So she sat on his legs. "I am most certainly not!"

He sat up and was now face to face with her. "Then do tell me what yesterday's little freak out was about?"

She crossed her arms to her chest defensively, "It was about me being slightly stressed and you pissing me off."

"So is that why you do it?"

"Do what?" He grabbed her wrist and held the gash up to her face. "Oh. I don't do that. I did that. It was an experiment," she said quietly. "I just thought it might feel better, I mean you know what all those people say, who actually do it."

"So did it make you feel better?"

"Not really. There was just a lot of blood. Made me gag actually."

He laughed at her. "You're such a girl." She took her wrist back from his grasp and used it to smack him with a pillow. "So does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" He asked her sincerely.

"I never was. I was just frustrated and you made it easy for me to get angry at you. And don't use the word mad, it's improper grammar." He rolled his eyes. He moved out from underneath her.

"Excuse me. I actually need to go back to some of my classes. Will you be joining me in potions?"

"No actually. I'm going to rest today. You know take a nap and hopefully feel better tomorrow. Tell Snape for me?"

"Yeah sure."

"Thank you." He nodded and left.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to have someone one to talk to, even if it was Draco. She grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table, laid back, and fired up. This is just what she needed. Time to breathe, time to relax, time to stop thinking. She finished her cigarette and promptly fell asleep sitting up on the couch.

Sleep had been avoiding Hermione. It was making her moody and irritable, therefore it was good that she took off and got her nap. However, that didn't last long. Not twenty minutes after she fell asleep on the couch did something wake her up. She shook the sleep from her eyes and found a woman staring at her from the fire place. The woman was talking rather quickly and Hermione couldn't really undersatnd what she was saying. The woman was very upset and hysterical, just what she needed to deal with right now. Hermione stood and walked closer to the fire place. She convinced the lady to calm down, which was probably the worse thing possible.

"Do not tell me to call down! I am taking care of the children of Satan himself." Hermione was literally lost. "Where is Mr. Malfoy? He needs to deal with this immediately, because I quit."

"He's, he's not here. He's in class. He'll be in class for another three hours."

"Well then deary, you can take them." The head disappeared and the woman came through with an infant in her arms and a child by her side.

"What? No."

"Obviously if Mr. Malfoy trust you enough to stay in his quarters then you can take care of his sibling demons!"

"But this-"

"You must very special he never lets any girl alone in his rooms." The women handed the baby to Hermione, let go of the young boy, and walked towards the hearth. "Tell Mr. Malfoy he can owl my last check." And she flooed out of the room.

Hermione stood there shocked. There was a child standing in front of her and an infant in her arms. They were Malfoy's siblings. She needed to get Malfoy, and she needed to get him now. But it wasn't like she actually could. He was in class, she would have to go find him, and she'd have to take the kids with her. She was not hauling children around the castle, especially when the one looked like it could have been hers.

She looked at the little boy. His resemblance to Draco was remarkable, sure it was expected that they looked alike, but it was shocking at how much. His eyes a steely grey, and that suicide blonde hair. He was a miniature Draco. And if she could compare him to Draco at all, he was pissed. The look on this little boys face evil. A frown and cold hard eyes.

She looked at the baby in her arms. She assumed it was a girl considering it was dressed in all pink and had bows. The baby was sleeping and gently breathing. 'How could such a little thing be considered a demon?'

"Hi, what's your name?"

"Derrick Malfoy. I was named after my great grandfather."

Hermione smiled, "Umm…what's your sister's name?"

Derrick crinkled his nose in disgust at the mentioning of his sister. "Angie. But she's just a baby, and she wasn't named after any one. She smells and cries a lot. I don't like her."

'On this is going to be a long afternoon!' Hermione thought to herself. She smiled at the boy and sat on the couch and let out a sigh.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Keep them coming!

So I didn't like this chapter much, but it'll suffice I suppose. So I told you there was gonna be children, not what you expected huh? Yeah, I thought it was kind of original, I just hope the plot works the way I want it too..

3 Jenn