Raging Hormones and Testosterone Don't Mix Well
Author's Note:
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How goes everything?
This is one of the last chapters before the hunt and I'm pretty excited. (Pathetic, I know).
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Draco focused on the sleeping girl. It was just him and Hermione. Blaise had gone to shower, leaving him alone with the task of waking Hermione up.
Draco growled as he prodded her upper back, pretty hard this time. He grimaced. This felt wrong; he couldn't poke her that hard.
She was a woman, for chrissakes! Oh, and what a woman she was.
He couldn't man-handle her like this. It wasn't right. He tried a new tack; he put both hands on her back and started massaging her lightly.
He did it for about a minute but there was no change from Hermione. He pulled the covers a little lower, revealing more of her beautiful back than was actually good for Draco.
He couldn't help himself, he had to lick her. No, not 'had' to, needed to lick her. Damn, she was so bad for his self control.
Draco had worked to be perfectly in control of himself for his whole life, how was it that one night with her was totally ruining that?
It was a question he really didn't want to answer. It was an answer he was actually scared of.
He put his tongue on her upper back and slid it downwards, staying on her spine. She sighed softly. Well, it was progress; at least he was sure that she was alive now.
He sat on her butt, his legs on either side of her, on the couch. He took care to put his weight on his legs, instead of on her. There was no need to break her back.
Draco conjured up and ice cube and slid it slowly down her spine. Apart from an involuntary shudder and some tensing of her back muscles, there was no change.
What the fuck? This wasn't normal, she should be awake and hexing him right now.
Draco leaned down and nuzzled his face in her neck, slowly licking and sucking on the place where her shoulder met her neck.
She sighed in her sleep but didn't move. Draco growled. He was really pissed off. If they were ever going to get together somewhat permanently he needed to have a fool-proof method of waking her up.
Getting together permanently… it was a thought that Draco liked much, much more than was actually healthy.
Draco remembered that he'd been a pretty heavy sleeper as a kid. What had his mother used to do to get him up when she wanted him up early?
Draco thought about it and grimaced, it was a little too mean. He needed to try everything else before he resorted to that.
He slid off of her and softly shook her shoulders. Still no change. Damn, he'd been at this a long time. He'd been trying to wake her up for almost an hour now. Shit, Blaise was right.
He shook her more roughly. Still nothing.
Blaise had finished his shower and was coming into the room wearing a pair of jeans that he must have found somewhere.
Draco looked at them questioningly. Blaise said, "I found where Hermione's keeping our clothes, I got myself these, go get your stuff. There's a backpack for you."
Draco knew what Hermione had done, she'd charmed three bags to take in everything that they needed and still be feather-light. To avoid confusion, she'd given them each a backpack.
Hermione was going to put all the things she'd need to heal them, into her backpack. Draco would put all the potions and ingredients into his and Blaise would put all the tools to subdue and soothe the animals into his.
Blaise's gaze slid down the length of Draco's body. Blaise was almost blushing now. What the fuck was wrong with him? He couldn't be checking his best friend out.
Thankfully, Draco was too busy looking at Hermione to notice. At Blaise's comment that Draco get dressed, Draco looked down at his torso and noticed that he was still only in his black boxers.
He glanced at his shorts, which, thanks to Hermione, were now tenting. He then glanced at Blaise who was actually staring at Draco's erection.
At least that was what Draco thought he saw, he looked at Blaise in alarm but Blaise seemed to be starting at Hermione.
Draco had one more thing to do before he went to shower and get dressed. He conjured up a pitcher of icy water and dumped it all on Hermione.
Yeah, that did the trick.
With a screech rivaling that of a banshee she jumped up. She noticed where Blaise and Draco were both staring, transfixed, and immediately blushed.
She grabbed the duvet and pulled it over her near naked form. She glared at both of them in indignation, but both merely grinned.
Draco met Blaise's eye and winked. "It's not like it's something we haven't seen before." He said, grinning cheekily at Hermione.
Hermione wrapped the duvet around her and went to her room to put some clothes on. Draco went to take a shower and Blaise sat on Hermione's couch watching Muggle television.
Blaise was flicking through the channels until something caught his eye. He heard a male moan coming from the television; he only stopped to check what it was.
It was a German channel, a bald man was slowly licking up another man. It took him a minute, but he finally realized that he was watching gay porn.
The worst bit of it was that he didn't entirely hate it. No. Not hating it at all. In fact, his pecker had actually perked up.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed to kiss someone. Not just any someone, he needed to kiss a female. Or maybe Draco.
SHIT! Where had that thought come from?
Blaise stared at the screen transfixed; he didn't notice a pair of silver eyes staring at him intently.
To say that Draco was shocked would have been an enormous understatement. He was out and out stunned.
So Blaise had been checking him out earlier! Fuck, Blaise was a very screwed up individual.
First, he'd liked Ginny, then it was Hermione, and now it was MEN? Draco couldn't believe it.
Not that he had anything against gays, he didn't. But Blaise couldn't be gay, he just couldn't.
Blaise had gone girl-hunting with Draco for as long as they'd been friends. And, sure, Draco wasn't the most observant person in the world, (he was only observant when it suited him) he sure as hell would have noticed something like this about his BEST FRIEND.
Hell. Having same-sex tendencies wasn't too easy to hide. At least Draco didn't think so.
Blaise must have felt someone staring at him because he turned to look at the doorway. Draco hadn't felt this awkward in a bloody long time.
Both of them stared at each other without saying anything, both were blushing furiously. It was almost like they were frozen in time…
Until they heard Hermione's light, determined footsteps coming nearer. Then they both scrambled; Blaise grabbed the remote to change the channel and Draco ran towards her in order to head her off.
He reached her and grabbed her around the waist. Hermione was a little cranky, thanks to him, and was in no mood to be amorous.
She looked more annoyed than he'd seen her in a while and he wondered why that was. He didn't have to wonder for long; in her hand she was holding a packet of tampons.
Draco inwardly groaned. It wasn't just the fact that there would be no sex that bothered him; it was the fact that she was in the mood to hex his and Blaise's balls off. He was very happy with his balls the way they were, he didn't want to lose them just yet.
She groaned and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let her. He was sure that Blaise had changed the channel, but he really just wanted to hold her.
She started to protest, but he silenced her by kissing her tenderly on the lips. She pulled back and said, "Draco, I really need to talk to you… but later today, when we have time. It's important to me."
Draco groaned, "Hermione, if you ever phrase anything like you did just now, I'll have to give it to you."
Hermione smiled at this, but was undeterred. "When we get to Hogwarts today I'll talk to you about it."
He held her closer. "Uhh… Malfoy…" She said. He grinned at the use of his last name. Yeah, well, two could play at that game. "Yeah, Granger?" He emphasized the use of her last name.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Why are you still holding me? You can see that there's not going to be any sex for a few days."
He chuckled into her hair and hugged her closer. "You might not believe this, but I really do like just holding you."
Hermione looked up at him and, to his horror; he saw that there were tears clinging to her eyelids.
Draco panicked, he'd never been good with crying females and he really didn't want to mess this up. This was like a test for him.
Shit, it wasn't just a few tears, Hermione was actually crying now. Tears streaming down her face.
"Fuck, Hermione, I'm really sorry for whatever I did, please forgive me." Draco sounded extremely panicked.
Hermione knew that she shouldn't be reacting like this, what was wrong with her? She wasn't crying because she was upset, far from it, it was just that Draco had said something that had really touched her.
Even so, she shouldn't be crying and sobbing like a raving lunatic. She tried to explain to him that she was happy, but she was crying too hard. Fucking stupid, pissy, shitty hormones.
She looked at Draco, who was actually scared now and managed to say, "I'm not upset. It's just that what you said was so sweet…" She couldn't continue, she was crying too hard.
Draco burrowed his eyebrows in confusion; she was crying because he was sweet? Shit, he wouldn't ever understand females.
Hermione tried to say something but she could only manage some strange animal-like sounds.
Draco held her as she cried against him. A minute or so later, she pulled back and looked him in the eye, grinning.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy, it's those damned hormones." Draco pulled her close to him. Sighing in relief. "Shit, Hermione, I was really worried just now." He sighed again and buried his head into her amazing smelling hair.
Blaise walked in on the scene and avoided all eye contact with Draco. As soon as Draco noticed Blaise, he grimaced. Shit.
He really needed to talk to Blaise, this wasn't something that they could ignore, or wish away. This was something that needed to be cleared up, and cleared up soon.
Hermione obviously noticed the cackling tension between the two boys. She was intuitive like that.
Blaise suddenly noticed that her eyes were red from crying. He looked at Draco warningly before he asked him harshly, "What did you do? I can see she's been crying and it's probably your fault. What the fuck did you do?"
It was Hermione who answered, "Yeah, it was something he said, but it was because--" She couldn't complete the sentence because Blaise tried to launch himself at Draco. Hermione felt like it was her fault, so she decided to step in before Blaise actually started fighting Draco.
Hermione stepped between the two men the exact moment Blaise threw a punch.
The punch was strong, intended to hurt Draco, but it hit Hermione instead. All animosity was forgotten as Hermione screamed and her nose started gushing blood.
"SHIT!" Blaise yelled. "FUCK! Hell. Hermione, I'm so fucking sorry! It was meant for Draco" Draco shot Blaise a death glare and bent down beside her.
"Fucking hell, Hermione, are you alright?" Draco asked, worriedly.
Hermione tried to nod. Her nose wasn't oozing blood; it was practically gushing the stuff. Hermione had lost too much blood, she passed out.
Blaise and Draco stared at each other in a panic. Draco did the first thing that came to his head, he grabbed Hermione and apparated her to St. Mungo's.
In the emergency room was Hermione's friend; Longbottom's aunt. She glared at him before taking Hermione from his arms and asking, "What the hell did you do to her? Why the hell is her nose broken?"
Draco felt guilty; it was sort of his fault. "Blaise tried to hit me and she stepped in the way to calm him down. He punched her really hard, he was aiming for me."
He heard Sarah mutter, "Imbeciles." Under her breath.
Yeah, he felt like one too. He was definitely going to kick Blaise's ass for this.
While he was thinking about this, Sarah stormed out and glared at him. "Hermione will be just fine, no thanks to you and that asshole friend of yours." Draco must have looked seriously depressed because she softened her tone.
"Don't worry, she told me the story and I don't think you're at fault, not totally. I would really like to speak to that hot-headed imbecile who punched her."
Draco had only focused on one thing. "She told you the story? Is she awake?" With a huff, Sarah nodded and pointed him towards a room.
He practically jogged there and threw the door open. Hermione was lying down in bed, no worse for wear. She looked as great as she always did, her nose didn't look broken or anything. But she looked tired, really, really tired.
Draco was totally prepared to throw himself at her feet, if it meant that she'd forgive him. He felt like an iron weight had been lifted off his chest when she turned to smile at him.
He let out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding.
He went and lay down beside her on the hospital bed, which automatically grew to accommodate him.
"I'm so bloody sorry, Hermione." He whispered. She smiled at him, "It's alright, I'm not mad at you, or at Blaise, it was an accident. I'm fine now, except that the skele-mend she gave me will make me really sleepy for a day. I'll have to spend the night here."
Draco had already made his decision. "I'm staying with you." Hermione smiled appreciatively at him and said, "Thanks." She said it so softly that he barely heard it.
There was a knock at the door and Hermione called out softly, "Come in." Blaise opened the door but took no advancing steps.
He didn't give anyone a chance to say anything. He just ploughed forward with what he wanted to say. "Hermione, I feel like such a fucking idiot, I didn't mean it. I was pissed that Draco had made you cry and I don't know what came over me. The last thing I expected was for you to step between us."
Hermione tried to say something but she was cut off by Blaise. "What I did was totally unacceptable, and I just came to tell you how sorry I am." He braced himself to be either verbally or magically or physically assaulted.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Blaise--" She croaked, "I don't blame you, now shut up and get over here."
Blaise's eyes widened, he'd expected her to hex him. He'd even braced himself for some kind of attack, and now she was forgiving him?
Hell, Blaise couldn't have been happier. He walked around her bed and plopped on the other side of her.
The bed grew again, to accommodate the three. Draco, who'd been silent for a while, said to Blaise, "She has to stay here the night, and I'm staying with her." Blaise nodded and said quietly, "I'll stay too." They would have talked more, but Hermione was already fast asleep.
Her face was turned towards Draco, who was pressed up against her front; Blaise was pressed up against her back. Hermione felt absolutely content, sleeping between the two men, loving the way each of them felt against her.
They were pure muscle and she loved it. No woman should have two great men like this. Over Hermione, the two boys gazed distrustfully at each other.
Well, Draco was annoyed, but in Blaise's gaze there was some lust too. It wasn't even aimed at Hermione. It was aimed at Draco, and that scared Draco.
Draco unconsciously licked his lips and Blaise's gaze was drawn to that. Draco noticed, but chose to ignore it.
He cuddled closer to Hermione and tried to drape his arm around her waist. But there was an arm already there. A strong muscled arm, Blaise glanced up sharply when Draco brushed against his arm.
Draco moved up his arm and rested it higher on Hermione, but Blaise was pressed up against her back. Draco's arm went to rest on a muscled chest and he felt Blaise's shudder.
Draco swore under his breath and involuntarily noticed that Blaise was hard, hard and big. Yeah, this was fucking awkward. For the rest of the night, Draco kept his hands beneath him and Hermione.
Author's Note:
Hello, there.
What did you all think? I really hope you liked it.
I only got two reviews for that last chapter and I would REALLY appreciate it if I got more this time.
Pretty please? (Gives a cute puppy face.)
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