A/N: I can explain! -Dodges rotten tomatoes- I was in sixth form this year, hence NO extra time for Fanfiction. I feel so bad when I see all my lovely reviews. But hey guess what? SCHOOL'S OVER! Yep, and I seriously need some way to fill my time so tadaa! Here is some more of the story! (Oh and I have to reread the entire thing cause I totally forgot the minor details)
"WHAT THE HELL! WHERE DID YOU SEND ME!" Hermione screamed. Draco caught her flailing fists and waited for a moment to see if she'd calm down, but when it became evident she wasn't going to, leant his forehead against her own and shut his eyes tightly before explaining.
"Do you think my father would have pretended to kill you like I just did? Don't you think he's have just gone ahead and done it!" Everyone in the room (which was in reality just Harry, Ron and Hermione) visibly relaxed and thought better of murdering the blonde boy.
"Oh God you could've warned us." Ron muttered weakly. He backed away and mindlessly hit at a coat rack; sending it crashing to the ground. Draco opened his mouth as if to reprimand him, but thought better of it, figuring if all he was going to do was break one measly coat rack, he was fine with it. His passive opinion about this changed however, when the fiery red-head headed for a priceless vase.
"I'll take that Weasley!" Draco cried, snatching it from his hands. His mirror began to praise him for taking such decisive action and several photographs shook their heads at the fact Malfoy was still allowing such people in his room. It became evident that down on the ground floor a huge attack was going on; Harry and Ron suddenly realised what they were missing out on.
"Blimey! Harry we better get going or we won't have anyone left to duel!" Ron sprinted out the door with the raven haired boy on his heels, leaving Draco and Hermione to stare at each other uncomfortably.
"I suppose this doesn't change a thing." Hermione spat at the unfortunate boy. "You still don't want anything to do with a, with a… Mudblood. I'm surprised you didn't kill me you slimy little git."
"Oh c'mon, you don't really think that's what- oh you probably do… oh I'm er- Granger I, uh…" Draco winced at what he knew was coming so said it in a rush. "I'msorryandisthereanywayyoucouldforgivemeandhaveusgobacktohowwewere!"
"What?" From the playful grin on the girl's face it looked as though she's understood every word but she decided to torture Draco a little bit more. He knew it too.
"I'm not repeating myself!" He sullenly crossed his arms and glared at her, and then abruptly both burst into a nervous bout of laughter.
"So uh, thank you for rescuing me." Hermione finally came up with. She fiddled with a lock of short hair and stared up at Draco's ceiling then over at his wardrobe, then his bed and blushed bright beetroot. There was a loud crash from several floors down and a little of the ceiling caved in to sprinkle them with dust. Draco shut his eyes tightly. "Are you okay?" Hermione asked with a tinge of worry. He nodded weakly.
"My house… argh they're killing it…" With that he could take it no longer, and rushed out the room to join in the battle and hopefully prevent any more damage being wrecked.
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Back at Hogwarts the lot of them returned to ordinary classes after the brief bout of excitement, and Dumbledore admonished that no one should go about unaccompanied; using Hermione as an example. The person in question pulled a face as all eyed turned to her, then reached for the jug of pumpkin juice and poured a glass.
"…and then I stupefied him with this really wicked move! You saw it right Harry?" Ron said to Seamus and the famous boy excitedly. "He reeled backwards and knocked over about five other guys-"
"-I think it was more like two Weasley!" Draco shouted over from the Slytherin table with a smirk on his face. "And those two were more like one."
"Oh shut up ferret boy." Ron spat, their brief if even existent friendship forgotten already. "Anyway…"
Hermione rolled her eyes and cocked her head in the direction of the blonde Slytherin. They'd only got back early this morning and none had had a wink of sleep. In fact, the last time any had slept it was the morning before Dumbledore has cast the counter curse over the entire school. No wonder she was so tired! She hadn't slept at all since then!
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The day passed in a sleepy blue and Hermione was thankful to crash back in her covers. She drew the curtains about her bed and burrowed back into her pillow… her bed was so comfortable…
She tilted her head up as their lips met and a shiver ran down her spine. A strand of his blonde hair tickled her face, and laughing, she drew back and pushed it out of his eyes. She stared into their unfathomable depths and was consumed entirely by the look of longing in his eyes. He was the only one for her. She could love no other.
She lent into him and sighed happily.
'What can we do?' He asked calmly. 'I can't control it.'
'There has to be some book.' She protested. He chuckled softly and rested his chin on her head.
'This is not a common occurrence.' Draco wrapped his arms around her. 'I think I'm the only one, and every morning you're going to find me near you.'
'Isn't there a potion?'
'No. The only cure is if we're together. We are, mind you, but I mean really together. I mean marriage and a life together. Here at Hogwarts we're still apart.'
'But why does it happen in the first place?'
'You're interesting… so I'm always drawn to you.'
She awoke with a start and was instantly aware of an arm draped over her stomach. Fighting the urge to scream she lit the tip of her wand with a hushed murmur and revealed a familiar face with an innocent aura cast upon it by sleep. She distinctly remembered Dumbledore casting the counter curse, and she distinctly remembered what the other alternative was if this wasn't a curse cast by Lucius. But here in her bed was the last person she expected to see…
She couldn't believe it. She kicked back the covers and stuck her head out the curtains to check no one was awake and then hauled Draco out and shoved him down the slippery slide of a staircase, and then slid down after him since the stairs only reverted back when one had to ascend them. Draco blearily awoke after a couple of slaps and then stared at her in horror.
"What in the blazes? What am I doing here? It was a bloody curse wasn't it?" He cried.
"No!" Hermione hyperventilated. "Now get out! You have to! Go back and fetch your invisibility cloak and some of that potion! Oh Merlin Dumbledore was wrong! He might've had a curse upon him but you didn't! Draco, what's happening to us is actually real."
A/N: Mwahahahahahahaha. Yep, not ending here (although I totally could've as it'd have been easy to write that last dream into this scene). It's because I love you and to make up for being absolutely shocking at updating, I'm going to make this sorry longer. I love you all to bits! I hope this chapter makes you happy and reverses all of your hatred for me. Wait, by that I'm not saying I hate you… yeah, lol right I'm just gonna post this.