Chapter Twenty- Nine:
Five minutes had passed and Hermione's state hadn't changed one bit. Draco was now pacing the room back and forth thinking of some sort of way to get her to St. Mungo's.
He knew he couldn't take her inside himself, because that would mean a one way ticket to Azkaban. But if he stayed indoors much longer, he could lose Hermione forever, and that was one risk he did not want to take.
He weighed his options over and over again, thinking of all the risks and possibilities. He finally decided that he would take Hermione to St.Mungo's no matter what it might cost him, even if it was his life. Her life was way more important to him than his own.
He picked her up, and was ready to apparate away with her, when he noticed an owl tap on the window.
It was the Weaselbee family owl. The bloody old thing, barely had the energy to deliver a letter.
Malfoy put Hermione down on the couch again, and opened the window to let the owl in. He took the piece of parchment off of the string on its foot and tore the letter open.
As he started reading the first sentence of the letter, realization hit him hard in the face.
"I should take her to the Weasel king, he would take her to the hospital, and keep me informed on her well being." Draco thought out loud, shocked that this thought hadn't crossed his mind yet.
He threw the letter to the floor and held Hermione in his arms once again. As he was getting prepared to apparate away, he saw Hermione's eyelashes flutter, her eyes struggling to open.
"Draco." she said in a faint whisper, yet to Draco it sounded like a yell. He was so excited to hear her voice again.
"Yes, Hermione, I'm here, don't worry." said Draco quietly holding her like a parent would hold a hurting child.
"Draco, put me down on my bed please, I need to rest." Hermione had somehow managed to say that sentence; although it took a lot of her energy.
"Hermione, sweetie, I need to get you to a hospital, just rest your head on my shoulder and we'll apparate away." said Draco soothingly.
"Draco, I don't want to apparate anywhere. Please just put me down on my bed." Hermione pleaded, faintly.
"Hermione, you need to see a healer. You were hit with two Cruciatus curses, that's not a joke. Please let me take you to someone who can help you." said Draco, caressing her cheek with his finger.
"Draco, no. I don't want to see any healers, I just need some rest. Take me to my room." said Hermione, commanding rather than asking.
"I'll do as you wish, but I promise you, if your condition gets worse, we're heading off to St.Mungo's no questions asked." said Draco, giving her a stern yet sensitive look.
"Okie dokie." said Hermione, smiling.
Draco took her to her room. He gently placed her on her bed, fluffing the pillows and placing them under her head.
"Here, you should be comfy now." said Draco sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Draco, do you mind leaving my room for a minute, I would like to change into my PJ's." said Hermione, giving Draco a weak smile.
"Sure." said Draco. He walked out, and closed the door after himself.
After a few minutes of struggle, Hermione realized that no matter how hard she tried, she did not have the energy to undress and dress again, all on her own.
Draco knocked on her door and she told him to come in. When he walked in, he noticed her appearance had not changed one bit.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
"Oh, I can't do it." said Hermione angrily.
"Oh." said Draco, looking at her quizzically.
Hermione just sighed in reply. Not daring to turn her gaze on him.
"Uh, do you want me to, hemm, help you?" Draco asked, shifting uncomfortably.
Hermione blushed and didn't reply.
"Well, you can't lay down in your cloths all night, they look very uncomfortable. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before." said Draco, with an added smirk.
"Now is not the time to be funny." said Hermione angrily.
"I am not being funny." said Draco truthfully.
"You need help getting out of these clothes and I'm just offering it." said Draco angelically. "It's not like there's anyone else who can help you at the moment." he added.
Hermione pondered over his offer for a few minutes. Only once she felt like she could not spend another minute wearing those clothes, did she agree to his proposition.
"You better do it quickly, and no tricks mister!" said Hermione sternly.
Draco let a small laugh out and looked up at Hermione smiling.
"What are you laughing about?" asked Hermione quizzically.
"You know, if someone who had no idea of what's going on would have just heard what you said, they would have had the wrong impression of what you're asking of me." said Draco, suppressing another laugh.
Hermione giggled slightly when she realized what she said.
"Very funny." said Hermione and stuck out her tongue.
"Now will you just undress me?" she asked getting impatient.
"Haha, you did it again." said Draco, winking at her.
Hermione started laughing and told him to stop it.
"Ok, time to get serious. Where are the PJ's you want me to dress you in?" asked Draco, looking around her room.
Hermione blushed, she has just realized her PJ's were in the same drawer as her under garments, and she had some garments she did not wish for Draco to see.
"Hemm, they are in the second drawer, all the way to the left." she said, pointing to her dresser. Hermione felt heat grow in her cheeks as Draco moved closer to her dresser and started rolling the drawer out. She turned her face away to avoid seeing his facial expression, and just prayed for all of this to be over soon.
Draco opened the drawer and the first thing that hit his eyes were Hermione's undergarments.
He searched for her PJ's not wanting to invade her privacy, but couldn't help but notice how many pairs of revealing undies she owned.
'I guess good girls have a bad side.' he thought to himself. He was very intrigued by her bad side, and couldn't help thinking otherwise.
"Ok, you have pink, blue, yellow, orange. What color of PJ's do you want?" asked Draco.
"It doesn't really matter." said Hermione hoping he would get out of her drawer already.
"Here, I found some green ones." said Draco with a smile.
"It could represent Slither in." he added with a smirk.
Hermione couldn't help but blush, and bury her face in her palms. She could not believe this was really happening.
Draco sat by Hermione and started taking her top off, little by little. Taking his time caressing her body, and feeling her skin, smooth underneath his hands. He slipped it over her head, and threw it to the edge of the bed.
Hermione was sitting in front of him, with nothing but a bra on, revealing the sexy curves of her feminine body.
He put the PJ shirt over her bra, it was a tight fitting shirt with a low cut V-neck. He then sat behind her, and snapped her bra open.
He took one strap off at the time, and pulled her bra out from underneath her shirt.
He knew Hermione felt uncomfortable as it was, having Draco to undress her. He didn't want to make her feel worse, by revealing full frontal nudity.
When it was time to put the PJ pants on her, his task was easier. Hermione was wearing a skirt, so all he had to do was slip the pants on her legs from the feet, and move them up her body. Once she would be fully covered, all that would be left to do is zip open her skirt and take it off.
He placed one foot inside the hole of the pants, and then the other. He slowly and gently, ran her pants up her lean leg, taking in their breathtaking beauty.
He caressed her smooth thighs once again, reminiscing the first time he touched them, and the electricity that shot through his fingertips at that moment.
It was a few weeks ago, but to him it seemed like ages. It was on the first day they met, after all of the chaos. Yet the electricity and chemistry that was burning within them that day, did not fade one bit.
Draco felt heat covering his body as he rolled her pants even higher, coming near he curvy hips. He dressed her in pants completely and took hold of her skirt zipper to open it up.
Draco then rolled the skirt off her body, caressing her legs once again, his throat getting dry from the heat that grew inside him.
Hermione did not show it, but with every touch of his hands, she felt like she would explode on the inside. Unlike the Cruciatus Curse, this explosion felt tempting and amazing.
Finally, her skirt was off her legs, and Draco didn't have any more excuses to caress her body. She felt that if it would last any longer she would not be able to control her temptations, and would have done something she would probably regret later on.
Even though her state was weaker then ever, it didn't stop her heart from beating as fast as before.
Draco placed her clothes on the chair neatly, to prevent the expensive fabric from wrinkling, he then sat by Hermione.
"It wasn't so bad now, was it?" he asked sweetly.
"No, I guess it wasn't." said Hermione with a smile.
"Thanks for doing whatever you could, to keep my privacy as much as was possible." said Hermione, understanding clearly that, that was exactly what he did.
"You don't have to thank me for that. After all what are boyfriends for?" he asked, kissing the tip of her nose.
"Draco, please help me move a little more to that side." said Hermione, pointing to the edge of her bed.
"Sure." said Draco picking her up and moving her towards the edge.
"Why?" he asked.
"Come here." she patted the bed space next to her. "Sleep with me." she said with an embarrassed smile.
Draco pulled in and gave her the softest kiss. Being so gentle on her lips in fear of hurting her with his lips.
He then went to his bedroom and wore his sleeping pants, revealing a sexy bare upper body.
He walked into Hermione's bedroom, looking sexier than Hermione remembered.
"Now we can both be comfortable." he said sweetly, and gently laid down next to her.
"Good night." said Hermione leaning in to kiss him once again.
Draco replied to her kiss, and longingly pulled away, knowing she could not waste too much energy.
"Well, actually the word is good morning." Draco said, pointing at the sun shining faintly in the sky.
"Hemm." was all Hermione said. She then squished in, getting closer to Draco.
Draco wrapped his arms around her, protecting her from all the evil in the world. In his arms she felt safe, and felt all of her pain disappear, and calmness take over.