Just To See You
By Darkmeadow777
Chapter 10: Confession
"I have been wrong about you.
Thought I was strong without you.
For so long nothing could move me.
For so long nothing could change me.
Now I feel myself surrender
Each time I see your face.
I am captured by your beauty,
Your unassuming grace.
And I feel my heart is turning,
Falling into place.
I can't hide
Now hear my confession"
"My Confession" By Josh Groban
Draco Malfoy was dreaming. It was a good dream; he did not want to wake. Familiar hands were softly caressing his face and neck. Draco could feel hot breath on his neck causing his hair to stand on end. Draco felt the presence getting closer and shuddered when a pair of soft lips touched his neck. The hands traced Draco's shoulders and biceps then down to his hands. The lips slowly left Draco's neck and his hand was slowly brought up where the lips softly pressed on Draco's palm. The lips continued up to Draco's wrist and along his forearm. While the lips passed back down to his wrist, a hand found Draco's bare chest and using the slightest touch, began to trace his well-defined muscles. The lips joined the hands shortly after using the softest of kisses. Draco's breathing began to quicken and would hitch every time the hands dipped below his navel. The hands would stop at Draco's breath and slowly began to rise back up. The lips found a nipple caressing it softly until a tongue seductively circled around it before carrying on to the next. The hands were hovering around Draco's navel slowly sinking lower while the lips rose up to the edge Draco's quivering lips. As soon as the lips pressed hard to Draco's, the hands found their prize and Draco sat bolt up and awake with the familiar beeping of medical instruments surrounding him He felt around his lap, then groaned while slipping off the bed to the bathroom.
Hermione smiled and said, "No, really. Who is it? You actually had me fooled for a second. Usually you're not very good at that kind of prank."
"That's cuz it's not a prank. I meant what I said," said Harry with his most serious expression.
Hermione scoffed. "Harry, listen if you're trying to tell me that you've found Draco Malfoy when not even the order can track him down, you've got another thing coming. Ron might've believed you, but . . . even Neville wouldn't try that with me."
"I'm serious, Hermione! I did find Draco Malfoy! He's blind and I think I'm in love with him!" said Harry losing his patience. "A little help would be good right now!"
Hermione's face was frozen in a nervous smile and it was really starting to bother Harry. He waited for a while for the smile to slide off Hermione's face to be replaced with a frown.
"Harry, lets say I believe you for a minute. You found Draco Malfoy, the same Malfoy that is almost responsible for Dumbledore's death?" clarified Hermione.
"I don't blame him for that, Hermione. If my family was on the line, I would've done it, too," said Harry quietly, looking at his hands. "And so would you."
"Oh, Harry! What am I supposed to say to that! You, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, is in love with a blind Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince of Darkness?" Hermione almost shrieked. "Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds? If I didn't know you, I would say you were lying . . . or crazy." Hermione sighed and put her head in her hands. She blew out all the air from her lungs and looked back up at Harry who was looking worried. He had never seen Hermione loose her cool like this before.
"I don't know what to do! I'm so confused! I'm not supposed to be in love with my old rival! But you just told me that I can't help who I fall in love with! Don't you always tell me that love knows no reason!" implored Harry.
"What does he feel? Does he feel anything besides hatred toward you? Is he even gay?" asked Hermione incredulously.
"Yeah, he's gay. I don't really know what he feels but Linde said he liked me," Harry shrugged.
"Who the hell is Linde?" cried Hermione. This was becoming too much. Just the fact that Harry found Draco Malfoy without the Order knowing was a stretch.
"She's the massage therapist."
"So you're taking the word of a massage therapist. And you're in love with Draco Malfoy, the boy who tried to get you expelled in first year?" Hermione added for clarity.
"YES!"
"I have to see him," said Hermione bluntly.
"What? NO!" said Harry horrified.
"Why not! Why can't I help him, too?"
"Because he'll probably freak out! It took him like a month to get used to me!"
"Well, it's not like he's going to recognize me! Tell him I'm a doctor. If I can get his condition recognized, then I can try to find a cure, if there is one. You were asking me about magical blindness; I have to go back to Hogwarts or I would've had it sooner," said Hermione, logic taking over. "From what I did gather there aren't many blind magical people because they are usually cured right away. And that's usually because they screwed up a spell. It gets much harder to cure the longer they are blinded. Who blinded him?"
"He doesn't know for sure, but he knows it's because they found out he was the spy."
"Wait, Draco Malfoy is the spy! The spy that warned us about the Camden raid?" asked Hermione astounded. She stopped suddenly and pinched her arm then groaned when she was convinced that she wasn't dreaming.
"Yes, and the Heathrow, Oxford and the Norwich," reminded Harry.
"Oh my god! How do you know this isn't a trap?" asked Hermione.
"Hermione, Draco is a really bad actor. He could never pull it off, besides no one can fake that kind of emotion. Then there is the fact that he's blind . . ."
"How do you know he's blind?" countered Hermione.
"Because he is!" cried Harry, losing his patience. "Jesus, Hermione, how are you going to help me through this if you don't even believe me!"
"You don't exactly have the best track record for seeing all the angles, Harry!" Hermione spat. She regretted the comment immediately when she saw the hurt flash across his features. "Sorry, that was low. You have to admit that this is a lot to take in, Harry! I need to think on this, alright?"
"Forgive me if the weight of the wizarding world is making me hard to take," Harry replied bitterly. "Then add on the stress of being in love with Draco Malfoy, of all people.
Hermione pulled a reluctant Harry into a hug and said, "I'll come with you tomorrow when you see him and I'll check him out. Don't worry. Just go and get some sleep or look over your notes or something. I'm going to check some sources . . ." Hermione pulled away and started to scan her bookshelf.
After a moment she turned and saw Harry still sitting. She moved back to the couch and looked Harry straight in the eye and asked, "Are you really in love with Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes, I'm in love with Draco Malfoy," Harry whispered. Hermione had no choice but to believe him now.
"Okay. Go get some sleep. I won't let you down, Harry," said Hermione softly.
"Thanks, Hermione," said Harry and gave her another quick hug. Hermione was a constant in his life and he was glad to have her. She was one of the few people who saw the Harry and not the Potter.
Hermione watched Harry slowly get off the couch and close the door behind him. Harry is in love with Draco Malfoy. Well, I had better get used to it. But if he hurts Harry, then hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Hermione thought with a clenched fist. She suddenly burst out laughing at the thought of how Ron would react.
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