Filthy girl...
Hermione's lip curled.
Stupid muggle. He's lying to you!
She twisted her hands into her pillow case, grounding the words out of her head.
He doesn't want you. Not really. Why would he defile himself with such vermin?
She squirmed, trying to fight the dreams.
An arm curled around her middle. A chest pressed into her back under the covers. Her body relaxed. Her hands unclenched. The words faded from her memories.
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Rain splattered on the window. With that and the chill threatening to freeze her bones, Hermione found sleep to be very evading. She snuggled down under the quilt.
Warmth settled into her as she pressed against someone, their body heat oozing over her.
Her eyes flew open. Someone was very firmly pressing themselves against her rear. Their hands curled around her chest. She let out a squeak of surprise as long fingers found her breast and a soft sigh blew across her neck.
Hermione fled from the bed, the blanket catching her around the waist as it held tight to the other person. She fell.
Without a word, he was up, wand drawn from the bedside table.
She frantically searched for her own, patting her clothes before realizing she was in her knickers and a t-shirt. She looked to the other bedside table, thinking maybe she had placed it there.
She was met by a photograph instead. It showed a loop of Draco wrapping his arms around an obviously cold Hermione and nuzzling her before planting a kiss to her lips.
She watched it for a second, caught up in a moment she did not remember.
That was how he found her when he came around the end of the bed: sitting on the floor in a faded shirt them.
"Hermione?"
She turned her head quickly, brushing at her eyes.
His wand fell to his side.
"What are you doing here?" He ran a hand to smooth his hair back from his face. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
His eyes ran over her, clearly approving what he saw if the smirk was anything to go by. She pulled the hem down a bit farther.
He took the hint and averted his eyes.
"I thought you were avoiding me."
"I was- That is to say, I am!"
She huffed and pulled herself to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest. She quickly looked him over, trying to keep a scowl in place.
His bare torso was thin but very well defined. His muscles trailed down to the top of his striped pajama bottoms. Her eyes followed.
He cleared his throat.
Her eyes snapped up to his face, mortified to find a smirk in play.
"It's all yours, you know." He opened his arms. "All you have to do is ask."
Her toes curled at the thought but she crossed her arms more tightly.
"Is that what this is about?" She snapped. "Getting me in bed?"
His arms dropped.
"What?"
She moved forward, pressing a finger into his chest. She glared up into his bewildered face.
"I swear, Draco, if this is some cheap ploy-"
His eyes turned cold and his mouth twisted. He took a step back, his body going rigid at what she implied.
"I am not in the habit of luring my wife to bed, Hermione. I had no idea you were even here."
She narrowed her eyes, studying him. A part of her cracked. Under the anger was a confused and hurt man.
She sighed, all the tension leaving her body. She plopped down onto the edge of the bed and buried her head into her hands.
"If not you, then how did I get here?" She mumbled into her palms.
"I can assure you I don't know."
His words were clipped and tight.
She ignored the pang in her chest and focused on the night before.
"I was in my room, looking through some books...Kreacher brought me supper...I must have dozed off some time after."
Draco leaned against the wardrobe door.
"Doesn't sound like anything out of the ordinary then," he said.
"Out of the ordinary?"
Hermione thought for a moment before realization struck. She glanced up, not sure how he would take the rest of her day. He waited for her to continue.
"I had lunch with a friend."
He cocked an inquisitive eyebrow.
She sighed and plunged ahead.
"I had a nice lunch with Ron Weasley. We chatted about our lives and how much we...miss each other."
Heat rose to her cheeks even though she knew she had done nothing wrong. It was a completely innocent outing. She dared a peek at him.
His jaw was set and his eyes had crinkled up at the sides but he nodded for her to go on.
"After that I went home. Harry and Ginny were in the kitchen..."
Dread settled over her.
"They told me...about your father."
She glanced up, holding his eyes this time.
"Are you okay?"
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Hi guys! I was a little uncertian about this chapter at first but I like how it turned out. I hope ya'll do too!
Author's Note:
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter series. Those rights belong to JK Rowling. I am only borrowing her beautiful creations.