'HERMIONE' Draco cried and ran towards her.

Hermione staggered backwards, tears welling up in her eyes as she fell to the floor.

Draco knelt over her, trying not to look at the blood rushing out of her chest. Hermione started to feel faint and her eyes started to feel heavy.

'Hermione I'm so sorry.' Draco said, tears streaming down his face, 'you can't die! You just can't' He gently kissed the top of her head which was cradled in his hands.

'Draco I …' Hermione croaked but Draco cut her off.

'I'm so sorry, I love you so much'

Hermione felt her mind go foggy and she let her eyes close.

'Hermione no, no you can't do this, please' Draco was sobbing and he held her close to him.

She couldn't hear a thing. Hermione felt some of her energy come back so she wrapped an arm around him to steady herself and opened her eyes. Draco quickly moved away and they heard a small clink.

Hermione looked up to see Draco looking at her chest. She looked down, the Dressing Gown was drenched in blood, but the knife lay on the floor and on her chest, lay a small scar.

They looked at each other, Draco with relief, Hermione with frustration.

'Go away' Hermione flinched away from him and Draco smirked to hide how much it hurt.

'Did you not hear what I said?' Draco asked

'No dickhead I was too busy dying' Hermione said.

Draco paused, he thought about telling her all of the things he said, how he was sorry, how he loved her but he couldn't. it wouldn't make any difference, she would always hate him for what he did and he wouldn't blame her.

'I begged you not to die' Hermione looked up at him and Draco coughed.

'You're needed see. As much as I would like you to be dead and off my case, you're not a lot of use to us as a corpse' Draco said maliciously.

Hermione looked down and wondered what she was holding on to. Not believing him when he said he didn't love her wasn't doing her any favours, if he loved her he would have saved her by now or done something. She needed to let go, maybe he did love her but he certainly didn't anymore.

She looked up, straining to try and stop the tears. 'I get it' She said looking at him straight, 'I finally get it, you don't love me'

No Draco thought desperately, don't give up on me. You promised.

'Took you long enough' He said meanly but couldn't carry on

' I need some clothes' Hermione said changing the subject, 'I can hardly wear my dress and now this is ruined' Hermione gestured at the dressing gown.

'Look in the cupboard' Draco said. Hermione gasped as she saw all of her clothes stacked neatly in the cupboard. She took out a t-shirt, a denim skirt, her dolly shoes and some underwear and glared at Draco.

'Do you mind?' She said wanting some privacy. Draco just sat there and smirked,

'No I don't mind, go right ahead.' He said going to sit on the bed. Hermione let out an irritated sigh and stormed in to the bathroom.

Once she had changed she looked at herself in the mirror, she looked a state, her wet hair was all over the place and her face had never looked paler, her eyes were bloodshot and she realised she was exhausted. She looked under the sink and found all of her toiletries, she knew it didn't matter what she looked like, nobody was going to see her but it made her feel better.

After she had finished, cleansing, toning and moisturising she heard a loud bang and then a door slamming. She returned to see Draco sat on her bed scowling.

She frowned and looked over to what Draco was staring at, a wall had been knocked down and there was another room in its place.

The new room was much larger than hers it had a mini kitchen, a small dining area and a sitting area. Her room now looked like a small luxury flat. She looked back to Draco who was still scowling.

'Because of your little suicide expedition, I now have to monitor you twenty-four seven'

Hermione looked blankly at him. 'We have to live together?' She asked incredulously.

'Yup' Draco said miserably 'Live, sleep, eat, drink, everything together.'

'Fuck' Hermione said sitting on the end of the bed.

'Yeah' Draco replied.

They sat on the bed, not speaking or moving for a while until Draco's belly started to rumble. He looked at the clock, it was half past six pm already.

'Food?' Draco asked her

'Whatever' She said grumpily

'Look' He said spinning around 'I don't want to be here anymore than you do but we're stuck together so you might as well be civil.'

Hermione looked down at her hands and felt like a stupid little child, he had a point. She got up and walked with him to the kitchen.

'mmmm' Draco said looking in the freezer and pulling out a big bag of frozen chips and a bag of nuggets.

'How sophisticated' Hermione said laughing a Draco's cheap choice of food.

Draco reddened a bit and looked away from her.

Hermione felt her heart lurch, he looked like a little boy urgh she thought angrily why couldn't I have fallen in love with someone that wasn't so adorable, I will never get over that face.

After a moment, much to Hermione's relief, his face regained its arrogant smile.

Draco reached up to get plates and laid them out on the table, he then got the frozen chicken nuggets and chips and tipped them on to the two plates. Hermione watched in amusement as he sat down and tried to take a bite of the rock solid chip.

'What's wrong with these things?' Draco asked confusedly, trying to gnaw on a chicken nugget.

Hermione had to hold on to the counter to stop herself from falling over in laughter. Draco frowned and looked at her, 'they never taste like this at home'

'Draco' She asked in between giggles 'have you ever cooked?'

'What?' Draco said before spitting out a mouthful of chip 'bleurgh'

Hermione looked in the cupboards and brought out a tin tray, she took the plates off Draco and tipped their contents into the tray. She set the oven and put them in.

Draco looked at her in bewilderment 'what are you doing?' He asked staring at the cooker.

'Don't worry about it Malfoy, they should be ready in about twenty minutes.'

Draco looked mournfully at the empty space on the table in front of him then moved his gaze to the clock. Hermione poured them each a drink, passed one to Draco and then sat opposite him with her own.

There were a hundred things that she wanted to say to him and ask him, but being like this, not talking about what was really going on was so much easier than facing up to the truth. Hermione put head in her hands and started to think about her family, her friends. Surely they would come looking for her. And with Draco gone as well that must make her easier to find.

'DING!'

Draco jumped at the sound of the oven and Hermione got up to get the food.

After dinner Hermione made Draco clear away and changed in to her pyjamas in the bathroom. She returned to see Draco with his hands behind his head, laying on the bed and looking at her in nothing but his silk black boxers.

Hermione's heart buckled as she tried not to look at his suggestive smile.

'I think I'll sleep on the floor tonight' Hermione said walking past the bed.

'No' Draco got up and moved towards her 'Its December and this bloody castle has no heating, you can sleep in the bed – with me'

'If you think for one minute that I'm going to spend a n…'

'Hermione' Draco said, and the seriousness to his voice made her obey him.

Silently she walked to the bed and got in with him.

Draco tried to convince himself that he only wanted her there to keep him warm, but when she lay down beside him and he saw the curve of her waist and her golden skin through the gap in her pyjamas, he let himself remember what it was like to hold her.

That night, both thinking the other was asleep and, both pretending to be asleep themselves, they wrapped themselves around each other. Letting themselves feel what they had lost.

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