A/N: This chapter has taken a long time to come out because i've been busy typing up my other inspirations, and well...i have a rather tyrannical sister to deal with and that is no easy task...I'm not allowed to be on the computer...but i'd risk being in trouble just to post this story for those who i know will appreciate it...i want to explain why Draco is 'exiled' in the next chapter or so hope you like it!

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hpobsession.


Hermione had been tossing and turning, it was obvious she was having a nightmare, but what caught Draco off guard was the fact that her white night gown had been hiked up to her waist as she kicked her legs at an invisible assailant. He unabashedly admired her long toned legs, the light curls of hair at the apex of her thighs, and the bucking of her hips as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. She was panting and sweating and bleeding. 'BLEEDING! WHAT THE HELL!' He felt slightly uncomfortable looking at her, not because she was naked (he firmly admits to enjoying that), but he had to see where she was bleeding. So with caution he approached the bed and peered at her more carefully. There was blood everywhere, but there was no sign of a wound, then it struck him! She had been here for over three weeks now…surely she would be menstruating sometime soon…

He wasn't prepared to handle such female problems and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He had to wake her up, do something about her mess…so reluctantly he'd grasped her shoulder and gave her a jerk. Immediately her eyes flew open, and with her uninjured leg hooked him behind the knee, twisted his arm and threw him on to the bed, straddling him. She was panting and sweating, and little droplets of perspiration splashed onto his face. She gazed at him with sleep glazed eyes.

Draco lay still, surprised at her docility, even with an injured knee joint, she was agile and skilled; she was powerful even after being roused so unexpectedly. He looked up at her in mild awe, he had never seen such a creature before, one moment sprawled out, vulnerable in every way, then the next swift and prepared for attack, like a lioness protecting her young, she was savage and he found that unusually arousing. He was well aware that she was naked beneath her gown, after seeing it for himself, and glanced down nervously at where her bottom rested. If she moved down a little, she was sure to be surprised. He watched as the adrenalin seeped from her and her weakened body collapsed on top of him. Before he knew what had happened, she was asleep once more.

This was strange, usually he would have thrown her off him, but she would have to be woken to do so, and he could tell she was exhausted, so after a few moments of deliberation, he settled in and decided that sleeping, with a girl on top of him, no matter why she was, sounding like a fantastic idea. His previous embarrassment was slowly fading, with the idea of her own, when she would wake up. So, with a complacent smile, he rested his head back against the pillow, he shut his eyes and fell asleep, the slight weight of the girl on top of him, comfortable and warm.

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Hermione woke up two hours later and found herself breathing in the cologne of one Draco Malfoy, she was shocked but it passed with comprehension. She couldn't look him in the face. She had attacked him, but couldn't remember what happened, she was too tired to acknowledge it was he when she had woken up earlier. She tried shifting, but realised that one of her legs were still trapped underneath him, it was numb, and she was sure the circulation had disappeared long ago. She twisted out her leg and rubbed sensation back into hit. Then when the feeling returned Hermione looked over her shoulder where a heavy weight had also been weighing her down, with wide eyes she realised that her gown was just above the swell of her bottom, and there on her right cheek, lay Draco Malfoys rather large hand. It was pale against her honeyed tan, but she couldn't help but think, 'it looks like it belongs there'…

Then without warning a stab of pain in the lower part of her belly, fanned out and aching ensued. 'NO!' she thought, 'Not NOW!' she blushed and looked back at his hand.

Draco had been awake since he felt her jerk her leg out from underneath him, he had been highly amused and kept his eyes shut waiting for what would happen next. He knew that he had his hand on her bottom, but only became fully aware when she shifted and he could feel the tender flesh rub against his hand. He didn't expect her to still be on top of him, it had been nearly ten minutes since she had woken him, and she still had not left. He braved opening one eye to peer at her face, she looked decisive, and unexpectedly, she slowly rested her head back down onto his chest and closed her eyes. Smiled to himself and decided to push her further.

Slowly he lifted his other arm and pretended to be asleep, rolling over a little he draped his other arm over her slender waist, and waited for her reaction. His breathing caught in his throat as she snuggled into his chest, ignoring the fact that her lower body was completely exposed. He exhaled and closed his eyes.

A few minutes later he was stunned when an edgy hand touched his lips, his eyes fluttered open as she stroked his bottom lip with a warm thumb.

"Good afternoon…" His voice rumbled and she leapt out of his arms landing on the other side of the bed.

"I…I…I was…I…" she stuttered, struggling to speak, she was sure he was asleep. 'What the HELL were you thinking?' She thought frantically, glad that her gown had fallen back into place. Looking down, she saw the rusty red stain all over the bottom half of her gown. Looking up she saw him looking amused, but when he noticed the look of utter mortification written all over her face he looked down at his fully clothed body and noticed the large bloody stain on his torso. He understood now, why she was so embarrassed. She had bled all over him.

He looked up at him again, and felt a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach, then unexpectedly, he burst into a peal of laughter, tears began rolling from his eyes and his cheeks were flushed and he was convulsing with extreme amusement.

"WHAT!" She shouted over the noise.

He gulped for air and focused on Hermione once more. "I think I better change clothes!" He said once the laughter had died down.

"I'm sorry…" she said softly, and got off the bed. Seeing this Draco immediately stood up, and watched her from across the bed. He put on a serious face, and walked to the door.

"Would you like to eat with me in the courtyard?" He asked politely, seemingly forgetting that they had just woken up together.

"Oh! I'm starving…yes thankyou…I'll be out there in a moment…" He nodded and left her to get dressed. Outside in the corridor he saw the tray with the food he had forgotten about, laying beside the door. The elf was nowhere to be found, and he assumed that after waiting a few hours probably went back to its many chores. He made his way to his own room and changed his clothes, muggle wear, without his parents watching, he found it much more comfortable then robes. He put on a pair of black slightly baggy dress pants and a loose fitting dress top and cravat, he pulled on some boots and made his way to the courtyard. He had not given her back her wand, and wondered how she was coping without it. Once in the courtyard he called for Kido and ordered him to set up the table for a late luncheon/ early dinner.

He sat down, and poured himself some claret. Absentmindedly swirling the glass he gave a sidelong glance at the doors of Hermione's room, he saw Hermione closing it behind her, and turned completely to her as she cautiously walked towards the table. She had a limp but she tried her best to hide her discomfort. She pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. It was late afternoon and the sun was setting just beyond the hills surrounding the manor, casting a warm glow over the entire estate. They ate quietly, and spoke very little. When dinner was over they sat in silence. They looked everywhere but each other and sat rigid in their seats.

"I'm sorry about earlier… I didn't mean to intrude on your personal space…"Hermione apologised softly some time later flushing pink and looking at the table, with a determined glint in her eye.

"No need." Was all he said.

"So tell me…"she said after a minute looking up at him, "why hasn't anyone come looking for me?"

"I really have no idea…" was his reply.

"Oh…I thought they would have been wondering where I was by now, the day I fell out of the tree I was supposed to rep-" She stopped abruptly.

"You were supposed to report something to that order of yours weren't you?" He spoke for her.

"Well yeah…but there really was nothing to report…why are you here?" She knew the question sounded silly, 'he lives here, you daft idiot…', "I mean, you never left, the whole time I watched you, or even now, you just hang around here…" She finished lamely and stared at the table again.

"My mother and father have business to attend to, but I'm sure you know that…" he spoke quietly knowing full well that she had no Idea they were still on the grounds. Hermione flushed and looked up at him, he knew what was on her mind, "Don't worry about it…I didn't see anything…" He lied, "well…not that much…"

Hermione's face sagged; she was slightly disappointed that he found her body inadequate.

"NO! I didn't mean it like…that…" he tried to explain, "I meant…"it was his turn to blush, "I meant that I wasn't trying to look. I thought you were further injured, what with all the bl-" He stopped, gulped and looked away.

"Blood…" she said for him.

"It's getting late…how's your leg?" He said standing up.

"Oh…" she lifted her leg and moved it, "ehhah! It's still a little bit tender…" She said with a frown. He eyed her milky thighs and couldn't remember them looking so nice the last time he saw her.

"I'll help you to your room, come…" He held out his hand.

"No!" she said suddenly, and he dropped his arm immediately, "Oh…Okay…"she said thinking again.

"You sure?" he asked uncertainly his arm extended half-heartedly. She nodded and stood up. He cupped her elbow and led her to her door.

"Thanks for dinner…thanks…just thanks." She smiled and walked over to her bed, "good night Draco." He gave her a curt nod and left the room.

Neither one slept well that night as they thought of what had happened in her room that afternoon. Draco knew he would have to let her go some time, but it seemed…he wanted her to stay… 'Just for a little while' he told himself and stared up at the canopy over his bed, tomorrow he was going to meet his parents to talk about his punishment. He needed his wits about him…so he closed his eyes and after an hour he was in a deep sleep, dreaming of Hermione.


A/N: Sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoyed it…I have lots of projects going on! Well, I hope this satisfies everyone…I hope no one was expecting anything to 'heavy' in this chapter, that'll come later…please review…thanks to all those who have!

With love,

Hpobsession.