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I Thought I Lost You

A Harry Potter Fanfiction,

by ThePrincessBride14

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All too soon the thing that she thought was protecting her was being pulled over her head. Her heart was now lurching out of her chest and beating very, very fast. She managed a gaze at her discoverer, as her eyes went wide as saucers.

"Well, well, well… Hadn't expected in seeing you here, Granger…" her discoverer taunted. "Let alone in Draco Malfoy's bed…"

"Relax…" he commanded. "I'm not going to hurt you." Her attacker made his point acute as he held up two hands, signaling that he was defenseless, And never at all to hurt her.

She still held tightly on her newly grasped wand. If anything, this wouldn't be the death of her. There was no respect in that. She would rather die in the hands of Voldemort, or someone of the same stature, for it would be a shame to die in the hands of an Italian wizard of her age, a Slytherin one at that.

"Merlin, Granger!" he said exasperatedly. "He's going to have my head first before I can even lay a finger on you. " He emphasized. "And I was just kidding! honestly!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes into slits. Should she give in and trust someone like him? Surely, whatever happens from here on out would be owed to the decision she was about to make. Not quite ready to give him her trust yet, she relied on her best ally, magic.

"Accio Wand!" she muttered silently but clearly. She didn't want to risk waking up a whole band of arrogant Slytherins. She watched her discoverer's wand fly up from his bedside table before lying on her waiting hand. Blaise Zabini's eyes lit up for a moment, before taking in a sign of resignation. She took it that he understood that she was just trying to be safe.

"I won't even come near you." He said, trying to pacify her fears. "I'd sit down here." He said, gesturing on the foot of Draco's bed. She didn't give him a sign of confirmation, and continued to scrutinize his every movement.

"I don't need someone to guard me, If that is your intent." She said cautiously, trying her best to be polite. It didn't come as a surprise to her that Blaise knew the real score between her and Draco. The two boys were joined at the hem, somewhat similar to Ron and Harry's friendship. Despite of that, she didn't feel at all comfortable in letting her guard down. She deduced that Blaise might have accepted her and Draco's relationship out of duty as a friend, rather than getting over his mindset pureblood supremacy.

"Trust me, guarding you is the last thing I ever want to do." He said his voice curt. "But you inside of the dorms?" he asked rhetorically. "Draco wouldn't be too happy about that if I turned the other cheek."

"I'll make sure he won't bother with your head." She said, trying to shake him off.

Blaise snorted. "Easy for you to say." He said, looking up at her straight in the eye. "A friend's got to do what a friend's got to do." He said nonchalantly, heaving his shoulders to emphasize his point.

"Suit yourself." She said strongly, before covering herself, (this time making sure that her feet was covered) by the invisibility cloak.

"First things first, Granger." Blaise said his tone mirthful, as if trying to ridicule her. "Silencio!" he said clearly. "I'm afraid you forgot the most basic of the art of espionage." He said haughtily. She didn't answer back.

"What the hell are you bloody doing out here?" He asked, obviously curious. "Draco won't be back till early morn'. He said he had to be somewhere important." He shared despite of her silence.

Her ears suddenly perked up, thankful that he couldn't see her. Where could Draco be up to? She should take that as a hint and go back to her dorms? Or was he trying to fool her? Question racked through her mind, unable to come up with a logical decision.

"Since you're not talking…" Blaise said, trailing off silently. "Then I think I can flat out share to you that didn't look all too happy when he said that." He told her. "He was pissed, alright."

"Was he really?" She asked herself. She supposed it was the case since she didn't really give him a chance. She was so hasty in jumping to conclusions, and she knew she had no one to blame but herself and her useless insecurities.

Blaise spoke, breaking her reverie. "I don't really know what happened, Granger." He offered. "But you should, by now, acknowledge the truth that is staring at your face."

Hermione finally broke her silence. "What truth?" she asked interested and perked up by his cryptic messages.

"There are things I can't tell you, of course." Blaise said. "Those things are practically sealed with an unbreakable vow between us friends." He continued. But… there was never a reason for you to lie to yourself."

She stretched her arms over her head, trying to ease out the tension mounting on her small shoulders. She had been buried under piles and piles of parchment, studying profusely for two long assessments on Transfiguration and Potions. She had continued on for hours now, only stopping at this point to take a much needed break.

She stared down on the clutter of parchments that made sense. She felt pride course through her veins at the sight of her handiwork, carefully looking over and analyzing the words over them.

It was then that she noticed that something was amiss. In the sea of yellow papers, there lay a white linen paper, complete with a neat scribble in perfect contrast of hers on the parchment drafts.

She gingerly pulled it out, curious but then alighted as she read the first words…

Granger,

You are a hopeless nut case.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't notice this before you dumped your annoying books on your desk.

You need to have fun, with me of course. I know you're not capable of having fun on your own, and yes Granger, fun doesn't involve staring at magical plants for hours and hours and taking notes about its 'developments'. I'm talking about the shagging fun, the kind we both enjoy.

In the light of the foregoing, I will shag you in five minutes by the time you read this letter. And there is no turning back, I have crafted this special linen paper for you, so by the time your eyes scan on the first word, I'd already have known that you have paid attention to other things.

Don't you just feel lucky that you have me? I'm so adventurous and vibrant that it must have hurt your pretty eyes. I tell you, my edge and brilliancy amasses your very intellect. I am proud to say that I reduce you to a puddle of goo whenever I whisper dirty things in you ear, and how I do love that delectable way when you blush, Granger. Once again, you are reduced to mere dust when I run my favorite finger on your flushed cheeks.

Now, I repeat, aren't you a lucky little wench? Don't you feel as if you are not worthy of my priceless affection and adoration? Well…

Sorry to disappoint you darling, but you can always thank your lucky stars…

Because I'd always be the lucky one.

Malfoy

P.S You already know those three words, Granger. But just in case your memory fails you…

I love you.

She heard the door on her room swing open. "Your five minutes are up, Granger…" she heard a familiar voice drawl.

He was right after all, as she could only gulp loudly, her body shuddering and reduced to a bloody pile of goo.


"He loves you really, Granger." Blaise spoke as she was just coming out of her thoughts. "It would really help if you move out of his bed now and come back to your dorms." He suggested.

"There is not too big of a fault to be unforgivable." He continued. "You got him pussy whipped, anyhow." Blaise said lightheartedly, giving out a light chuckle.

She didn't reply, but he only heard small footsteps inching out of the bed and heading toward the door.

Blaise chuckled upon himself once again. "Allow me to escort you out of the den, Milady."

"Gods, where could Granger be?" Draco thought to himself, his eyes almost closing in a losing bout against sleep.

He can't quit now, he had put in much too effort to stay awake. It would be a waste if he succumbed to the clutches of his awaiting dream.

He rubbed his eyes forcefully, trying to get rid of the growing tiredness around him. He craned his neck slowly, trying to ease out both tension and sleep.

She was really a hard headed girl. He didn't know before how to prove it to her, but their heated argument only recently hit him with perfect clarity. He now knew what was missing, what was lacking.

Only if she'd come back to bed now….

A/N: Alright sweethearts! I moved this to adultff, well, not really. I'd still update this story here (I'm considering blowing this story out of proportion - make it a full length) I'm thinking of adding some adult themes, if that will be possible, the further updates of this story in FF would be the clean version. And the explicit (possibly) one would be on adultff.

Next chapter could possibly be the conclusion or the start of something new (haha). Who knows? plot bunny come to me!

All mistakes are mine. Please bear with them for the time being.

Thanks to: dominiquevip, PR Princess, JC1988, and to Roni2010 & Athena Emmett Malfoy (The two folks who always took the time to read and review my stories.)

Thank you all again.

Till the next update my sweets!