A/N: I'm starting this chapter right after the last one so I suspect that it will be up sooner! Yay!
NeoAddctee / DrAcO'sblackrose: One likes POV's, and one likes normal. Well I guess I'll have to have a mix for you two. I've had a lot of POV's though, so I'm going to try some normal. We can only please one person at a time lol.
gary loves sporks: Well my story is a Harry Potter fanfiction, rated M, a romance type and a Draco/Hermione story! Lol! Haha… ya I'm not great with words either. But thanks!
Queen of the Disgraced: - Starts sobbing loudly. – I DON'T KNOW WHY HE DID! DARN YOU HARRY! DARN YOU TO HECK!
Tera McCaslin: lol you certainly are an interesting reviewer. I wonder sometimes, though, the reason as to why you feel the need to attack my characters? Lol … BECAUSE I'M ALL FOR IT, GIRL!
blondejenny: Well if Harry and Ron don't accept it, I will send a version of me into my story and slap them both for you!
And yes, I know you all think that Ron would be more likely to be the fierce one. So would I after reading so many of them! But I think Ron needs a break. Plus, I think Ron is too protective to hurt someone, you know what I mean?
Chapter Fifteen: Like The Neighbours Door
Hermione woke up with a head ache that felt like a million fireballs were whirling around in her head.
"Good lord…" she moaned as she grabbed around her bed, but grabbed the edge of it. She bolted up in her bed and looked around. "This- This isn't my bed! My bed is big… and comfy… and in my room," she stated slowly like a child, coming closer to realization with each word.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled as he engulfed her into a hug, and then sat back down. "Thank god."
"Is she awake? Alright, dear, drink this," Madame Pomfrey instructed, handing Hermione a glass filled with a green coloured liquid. Hermione drank it and pulled a face that shouted 'gross.' Despite the horrible taste, it made her head ache quickly vanished.
"What happened?" she asked, trying to see if her memory was correct.
"Well, Mr. Potter hit you with a Surranius curse…" Madame Pomfrey trailed off.
Ron looked down at his shoes with a depressed face. Hermione looked back up at Madame Pomfrey for her to continue. The witch sighed.
"It's a dark curse that you would have learned to block in Defense Against The Dark Arts classes. I never would have expected a student to use it on another one…" she trailed off again.
Hermione was getting frustrated. "Madame Pomfrey, I don't mean to sound rude, but can you please tell me what it's all about?"
"I-I'm sorry, dear. Well, the curse is meant for a man. The female form of it is Surrani. The curse is meant to hit the man, and create a throbbing pain in his lower area. Other than that, it also effects the brain, making it light. It takes a total turn when being performed on a female, though. For the next week, you will experience head aches, and you may feel a bit light headed. There is a possibility that you may faint occasionally, but we will deal with that later. The main thing is… you may die."
Everything seemed to go silent at that time. Hermione had soaked it all in, but wasn't believing it. Ron was closing his eyes so tight that the tears dared to fall. But the silence was broken.
"No," a weak voice was hear. The squeaking of a bed was heard and everyone turned to look at the person on a bed at the other side of the room. "She can't die."
"Mr. Malfoy! This is none of your business to be ease dropping on!" Madame Pomfrey scolded. Hermione turned to look at him. He had bandages wrapped around his chest (visible because he was without a shirt) and his left arm had an awful bruise on it. He had a black eye on his left eye which looked painful as well.
Hermiones eyes filled with tears that she did not bother to hold in. "What did he do to you…"
"Well, dear. Mr. Malfoy was hit with many physical attacks that just hit him hard. Actually, with my potions, he'll be fine in about three days."
"Hermione!" Everyone turned abruptly to look at Ron. "Who cares about Malfoy! Don't you get it? You might die! I don't want to loose you…" Hermione immediately turned over to the subject of herself.
"Madame Pomfrey, can it be cured?" Hermione asked, tears now clouding her vision.
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "We're trying to find the cure. This has never happened before."
Hermione closed her eyes and fell back into her bed. Ron got up and sat on her bed. He wrapped his arms around the crying girl and hugged her tightly. Madame Pomfrey left them alone at that time.
"Get your hands off her, Weasley," Draco yelled from across the room. Even in such a horrid state, Hermione couldn't help but smile at the fact that Draco was so overly confident and protect, even in a hospital bed with broken limbs.
"Shut up, Malfoy. You're the reason she's in this mess!" Ron protested. Hermione winced as Ron yelled, forgetting he was right beside her.
"Me? It's Potter's damn fault! He not only half killed Hermione, but he intended it to be on me, as if he hasn't done enough to me!" Draco yelled back, gesturing to his leg and chest.
"Stop it, both of you." Hermione whispered, just loud enough for Draco to hear across the room. "Draco, he's my best friend. He's always allowed to hug me, and, Ron, Dracos my boyfriend…" She looked over to Draco to see if she was correct. He smiled and nodded back to her. "… And I hope you can accept that."
Ron made a face at Draco before turning back to Hermione. "So, since we're on the topic, how'd it happen?"
Hermiones eyes went wide as she saw Draco smirk from across the room. No! She had to say something before he-
"It all started when some butterbeer spilt on her chest. I generously licked it off for her."
"Draco!" Hermione squeaked. Ron eyes blazed.
"Hermione! It didn't even start in a nice way? You just let him make out with you? I knew he wasn't lying when we had that chat!"
"Ron! It wasn't so random! He was trying to wipe it off!"
"Hermione… So all of a sudden you guys were a pair?" Ron looked back at Draco.
"Well, then Hermione instantly fell for me," Draco continued in his cocky state. Hermione smirked.
"No, Ron. There was a much longer story. You see, it really started when Draco got jealous of Seamus and I, and he went wild every time I was with him. That's when he got into the fight with him. Then he helped me with Harry…" She drifted off remember Harry promising never to do anything like this again.
"And then she rewarded me," Draco announced proudly, remembering the kiss.
"What? Hermione what does he mean?" Ron asked, curiosity and worry filling his eyes.
Hermione glared at Draco, "Nothing, Ron. It was just a small kiss…" Ron's eyes went wide, but begged her to continue on with the story.
"Anyways, then you came over for a chat and a lot of stuff came out that you shouldn't have heard…"
Ron cut in, "And he kissed you then, too."
"Oh a lot more than kissing went on," Draco smirked.
"What?" Ron burst. Hermione slowly departed from Ron's arms and walked over to Draco. The blond boy stared in fear.
"You prat! Let me finish the damn story!" Hermione exclaimed before hitting Dracos leg, causing him to yelp. She sat on the side of his bed and Ron soon came closer, sitting on the bed beside Dracos. Draco slipped his arm around Hermiones waist, but Ron grinned as Hermione slapped it away. "Anyways, then we kind of bonded in potions class-"
"He was feeling you up!" Ron yelled.
"Other than that!" Hermione yelled back. "Now just shut up!" Ron went silent and looked down.
"Anyways, after some stuff, Draco and I talked over our feelings and just decided to go with them. It was kept a secret for a while, but then at the dance…" Draco pulled her closer to him and they looked into each others eyes.
"Well don't go mushy on me!" Ron said with a disgusted face. At that moment, an energetic brunette burst into the room.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed as he ran over to the beds, sending a glare at Malfoy. "I'm so sorry!"
"Get away from me, Harry," Hermione whispered, trying not to show the fear and hurt that she held behind the wall of her eyes.
"No, listen! I never meant to hurt you! Never in a million years!" Harry tried.
Hermione stood up to face him. "Harry, I might die! And Draco? Harry, I love him! I really do! Yet you still tried to kill him! How can I ever forgive you?"
"Please hear me out!" Harry pleaded as he took a step closer, only to be faced with a now standing Ron.
"Back away, Harry," Ron told him in a hushed voice. His eyes glimmered with something fierce, and Harry stepped back.
"Ron?" Harry whispered, still freaked out.
"Shut up, Harry," Ron hissed. Harrys eyes traveled over to where Draco was stoking Hermiones hair.
"Young man, get out!" Madame Pomfrey yelled, scampering into the room. Harry quickly sprinted out of the room. "Ronald, would you be a dear and fetch Hermione a glass of water? I need to be off."
"Sure thing, Madame Pomfrey," Ron replied as he got up and walked through an open door way that led to another room.
Hermione took this time to turn to Draco. She ran her finger gently over his bruised eye. She sighed. "Look what he did to you…"
Draco closed his eyes to her touch as he wrapped an arm around her stomach. "It's alright, really. It'll all go away after I take a few potions. I'm worried about you, though." She bent down and gave him a soft kiss as she continued to trace the bruises on his arm. What they didn't know was that Ron was watching them from the doorway. 'I really wish there was a reason not to believe it, but now there isn't' he thought as he watched them. They looked so in love, even after a short while.
Ron finally decided it was time to make his entrance, and started walking towards them. He handed the water to Hermione. "Thanks, Ron," she said before gulping down the liquid in the glass.
"I think I should go, guys. I have to go to class now that Hermione's up and running," Ron replied with a frown. Hermione hugged him good bye and lay beside Draco. He immediately plunged his head into her soft hair, snuggling against her neck. Hermione laughed and looked down as at him as his delicate blond hair tickled her chin.
"Draco, what are you doing?" she asked, blowing some of his hairs. He mumbled something into her neck that she didn't catch, but it sent chills down her as his hot breath grazed her skin. "What was that?"
"I'm getting comfortable," he mumbled a little louder. She smiled down at him as she felt him gently kiss one spot on her neck a few times.
"Isn't it suppose to be the girl sleeping on the boy instead of the other way around?" she asked him jokingly.
"Shut up. Who made you the queen of logical responses? Why if I wasn't so tired I'd…" She heard him mutter.
"Oh, you'd what?" she asked, interested in his reply.
"I'd fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning," he replied cockily. She felt him smirk against her.
"Draco! You horny twirp!" she whispered. He laughed to himself as he wrapped a protective arm around her waist. They both sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each others company. Draco was the first to fall asleep, slowly followed by Hermione.
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Hermione woke up the next morning to meet a mans neck staring right back at her. She could also feel a strong arm around her and a chest beating against hers. Apparently they had switched positions in their sleep. She could have woken up like this every day. She immediately shot up, waking the drowsy figure beside her as well. "What's wrong, 'Mi?" he asked.
"What happened? Why am I in a bed with you?" she looked around wildly, her memory slowly coming back.
"Because I banged you like the neighbours door," he said seriously before turning into pure joking sarcasm, "And this broken chest and bruises sure made it more exhilarating."
She looked back at Draco and smiled, looking over him. She had almost forgotten that he was bandaged and in a hospital wing. "Well I don't mind being able to have you shirtless all the time," she replied, running a finger along his collarbone.
"I wish I could say the same to you," he replied suggestively. She hit him playfully on the arm, forgetting his bruise. He winced.
"Sorry."
"It's alright."
Hermione looked over to the small table beside them to find two trays with two breakfasts, both complete with a variety of morning foods. She delicately picked up a piece of bacon and brought it to Draco, placing it in his mouth. He ate it and sent her a lop-sided grin. "I'm not paralyzed, 'Mione – Not that I mind being fed by a lovely lady." They ate their breakfast and Madame Pomfrey entered the room.
"How are you two holding up?" she asked, smiling at the couple. She had had them both in here before, but never so adorably close.
"Wonderfully."
"Great."
"Good to hear," she said as she took the trays off of the table and proceeded into the other room. She came back to be greeted with a question from a depressed looking Miss Granger.
"Madame Pomfrey, can you tell me if you've found a cure for my… well… situation?"
"Actually, dear, we're close on our way to." Another question was followed
"And… uh," Hermione blushed, "Am I allowed to stay with Malfoy until he's better?"
Madame Pomfreys eyes widened. "Oh my, it's against the rules…"
"I promise I won't be of any trouble!" Hermione quickly enforced.
"She promises!" Draco piped in.
The nurses eyes softened. "Alright. Fine."
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The morning went on splendidly as Draco and Hermione talked casually and read, or read to each other. A stain had to be placed on their wonderful red shirt, though, as a famous, green-eyed boy stumbled through the doors.
"Come now, Mr. Potter, I think you're over exaggerating!" The couple heard Madame Pomfrey exclaim as she began to put an ice pack under Harrys foot. He sat in the bed right across from theirs (because their were only two beds being used, they started from the door).
"Oh, but it stings badly!" he winced fakely as the nurse left him without a response.
"What are you in here for, bastard?" Draco demanded as he glared at Harry.
Harry put on an innocent face before replying. "I hurt my leg."
"Bulshit!" Draco protested.
"Shhhhhh," Hermione calmed him as she rubbed his arms, which only enraged Harry.
"Hermione, how can you touch that ferret?" he seethed.
"Harry! What part of this did you not soak in yet? We're together now, and happy! You're just going to have to deal with it! And I thought you were my friend. You've done enough to ruin these past months."
Harry sighed and looked down in a bit of shame. It was the second time he had physically hurt her. His attention was brought back up when he heard Draco and Hermione whispering to each other. Why did they insist on making him so jealous? He loved Hermione so much, but they continued to build up an unknown rage inside of him.
A couple of hours past as they sat silently, each finding their own way to pass the time. Hermione had taken out an old magazine from a bag of her things that a house elf had brought her. She had been flipping through the pages until she found something and nudged Draco.
"Hmm? What is it, 'Mi?" Harry cringed at the nickname.
"I'm going to give you a quiz, and you have to pick one of two answers."
"Sounds fun, go ahead," Draco finally turned his full attention to her.
"Alright. What can always make you happy when you're feeling down? Your best friend – or ice cream?"
"How about my girlfriend?" he teased as he tickled her slightly.
"Draco!" she squealed as she hit his hands away. "Okay, I'll count that as your best friend. Now, Are you afraid of public speaking?"
"Definitely not!" She smiled.
"How often do you make your bed? Rarely or most days?"
"Never! That's what house elves are for!"
"You're so mean to house elves! You know that? Of course you do…" she muttered. Her protective attitude towards the creatures always ate her on the inside. "Anyways, the type of stuff you wear to school is entirely dependent upon your mood or the latest trends?"
"Honey, I am the latest trend," he said in a high-pitched voice. Harry laughed from across the room.
"Well then, Draco. You're an outgoing, fearless and confident gal – unafraid of public speaking! On a date, you prefer an amusement park to a move, showing that you are a thrill-seeker. Something scarlet will accent your excellent leadership skills, or wear its more romantic counterpart, pink! Since you don't have any trouble expressing yourself, these colors merely introduce your booming, loving personality!"
"Rubbish! Draco would look much better in a softer violet shade," A voice from the door came. The three of them turned to see a very confident looking Blaise leaning on the door side.
"Blaise, my man," Draco called out, matching Blaises cocky state.
"And, apparently, your woman," Blaise replied, signaling to Hermione as he walked over in front of their bed. Draco sent him a knowing smirk, and Hermione blushed.
"She's not his woman…" Harry muttered to himself. Blaise, unfortunately for Harry, had heard this and walked to the edge of Harrys bed.
"What's that, Potter? She very well is his woman, but no need to be jealous. You may fancy bad boys like Draco, but I'm open 24/7!" Blaise smirked before licking his thumb and running it down his chest suggestively. This cracked both Hermione and Draco up while Harry cringed.
"I'm not gay, Blaise. So shut up… Gross" Harry spat, getting the disgusting after-thought.
Blaise ignored his comment and walked back over to the couple on the other bed. "So how's it going?"
"Pretty good! I have the most wonderful company." Draco replied, holding Hermione closely. "Oh ya, except for Mr. Passive Aggressive over there."
Blaise sniggered as he saw Harrys eyes widen like two baked pies. "Ya, look! He still can't stop staring. Did I turn you on, Potter?" he asked as he shook his chest at him as if he was a human maraca. (A/N: I really don't know how to spell that! Sorry!"
"Stop it, Blaise! He's not gay. You, on the other hand, are kind of acting on the edge," Hermione interrupted, eyeing Blaise.
"You know it's all fun and games, Hun," he winked at her. "So, you slept with Drake last night, eh? I can only imagine…" He continued, finishing with a whistle.
Hermione fell back into Draco's arms and looked up at him. "Well defend our innocence!" she exclaimed after his bit of silence.
"Oh, right. No, Blaise, she didn't just sleep with me. Can't you see how exhausted she is? Ya, we had a wild one!"
"Ugh!" Hermione detached herself from Draco and got up, hearing the two boys laugh behind her. She walked over to Harrys bed and sat at the end of it, making sure to avoid his hurt leg. She gave a little 'Ahem' before speaking. "So Harry, how are you feeling?"
Draco and Blaise were whispering and laughing from their side, but Hermione paid no attention to them. "I'm pretty good, now." Harry smiled at her. He was still impressed on how she had bothered to stand up for him before. Her still-strong friendship made him regret every one of his mistakes even more. While he was thinking, Hermione had moved up on the bed so that she was closer to him.
"Harry, I wanted to talk to you…" Yes, Hermione, I love you too, and I want to be together as well! "About your actions," Shit, "I know it's hard for you to keep things bottled up inside, but you can't. You'll always end up taking it out on people physically. I really shouldn't be talking about it now, seeing as Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber are over there, but I was just here, so…" Harry laughed at her nicknames for them, but then looked at her seriously.
"I know, Hermione. I couldn't help it. It's just, well, we were acting so normally, and I didn't want to talk about feelings because you were happy. Then he came out of no where…" His eyes flashed over his hands as he looked down in memory.
He blinked when he saw another hand come into view and take hold of one of his. He looked up at Hermione. "I know." He wanted to cry right there, but men didn't cry.
"Hermione! Don't hold his hand!" Draco shrieked. Hermione turned her head and sent him a glare that screamed 'Back Off.'
"We'll talk some more about this later, okay?" she said. Harry just nodded as she got up and kissed his forehead. She then returned to her place – in Dracos arms. He held her extremely close and sent Harry an icy glare.
"Careful, Drake. You're face might get stuck like that."
A/N: How'd you like it? A little teen-on-teen there, eh? Well not much of a plot in that one, I'm sorry. I just thought that they needed some down time. Like… they're stuck in a hospital wing…
By the way, that quiz was from a magazine. I didn't make it! I really should have gotten a more interesting one, though…
Review please!