Summary: Draco hires Hermione to be his 'wife' so his boss will approve of their deal. Only, Draco didn't expect to fall in love with Hermione. DM/HG. This fanfiction is based on the movie Borrowed Hearts.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This fanfiction is also based on the movie Borrowed Hearts. I do not own that, either.
Recap from Chapter 3:
He blinked his eyes after he was underwater, trying to clear his vision, before he saw the dark figure of Hermione float towards the floor of the pool.
Draco wasn't sure if she was breathing anymore.
Forgetting everything he had ever thought, his only intention was to save her.
His heart beat faster and faster, and he gurgled out "Hermione!"
Chapter 4:
He plunged deeper into the water, and winced as the icy cold water hit his unexpected eyes.
Despite the cold water, all he could think about was saving Hermione.
He pushed through the currents of water, as if plowing through cornfields. When he finally reached Hermione's body, he removed her leg from the net. Pulling her free, he reached the surface of the water, and carried Hermione out of the pool.
He laid her gently on the concrete ground, and checked to see if she was breathing.
To his relief, she was. He sighed a sigh of relief.
"Hermione!" cried a voice, "Hermione!"
Hermione could see the blurry figure of Draco above her. He looked worried.
"Wake up!" he cried.
With all of her strength, she managed to open her eyes.
"Dr- Draco?" she asked, looking into his worried, gray eyes.
"Hermione!" he breathed, "You're all right."
"Why…" she glanced around, realizing that she was on the pool deck.
"What happened?" she asked.
Draco half-grinned, "Your foot got caught onto the net, which I forgot to take out before we swam in the pool. Normally, it's supposed to be on the ground. Sorry about that," he said, looking apologetic.
Hermione shook her head again. "It wasn't your fault … you saved me?" she asked, in disbelief.
" … Who else could have?" asked Draco, bewildered.
"Thank you," said Hermione, feeling a little embarrassed.
Draco grinned, this time, a full grin lighting up his eyes, and he said smugly, "Now you owe me a favor!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and said, "Whatever."
She tried to get up, but she was unsuccessful.
When she stood, her knees gave way under her, and she felt herself fall onto Draco.
She smiled a little, and let Draco pick her up: one arm under her knees, and the other, under her neck. She sighed, and put her head contentedly on his chest, and fell asleep due to extreme stress.
Draco reached Hermione's room, and went inside.
He let out a snort, when he saw the colors of the room. Burgundy and Gold. Typical Gryffindor colors.
He walked over to her bed, and looked down, seeing Hermione fast asleep in his arms.
Draco felt something flutter in his stomach.
He'd never felt that before. He quickly, but gently, put Hermione on the bed, and muttered a few right words, so Hermione was in comfortable clothes. He placed the blankets over her, made sure she was content, and walked out of the room.
Was Draco Malfoy, former Slytherin Ice Prince's heart melting?
"Nah!" he said to himself, "Probably just something I ate for breakfast."
Draco went into his room, and sat on his bed, turning on the TV with the remote.
He flipped through the channels, but all were boring and none he found to his liking.
Draco turned off the TV, and fell down onto his bed. He laid on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, which had stars in it.
"…Bewitched, to look like the night sky," said a certain Hermione in her first year at Hogwarts.
He counted the stars, got to 123, before he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Inside Hermione's room, Hermione groggily got up, and stared at the clock.
It was 5:55 p.m. and she felt her stomach start to growl, so she changed her clothes, and brushed her hair before journeying through the big house of Draco's.
She wandered down the halls and into the kitchen.
Opening up the pantry door, she spied a box of crackers, and took it before walking outside to a hill that had lounge chairs set on top.
She settled into one, while breathing in some fresh air.
Munching on a cracker, she began to drift off into a daydream, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep, one hand of hers still in the cracker box.
Draco yawned, getting up from the bed. He looked outside, and his eyes fell onto a woman sitting in the chairs.
"Hermione!" he thought at once.
He changed into a polo shirt, and black pants, before apparating to the chair that was next to Hermione's.
As he looked down upon her face, he saw a faint smile on her face.
"Must be thinking of me!" he thought smugly.
Groaning, Hermione groggily propped herself up onto her elbow, relieved that the sunset had not yet come.
She glanced to her left, and let out a small gasp.
"Draco!" she yelped.
He turned his head sideways, and looked at her out of the corner of his eyes.
"So … you're awake. What were you dreaming about?" he asked.
"I wasn't even sleeping!" she protested.
Draco just nodded, with a faint smirk on him face.
Hermione chose to ignore him, as she turned her head towards the sunset.
It was so beautiful! There was a blend of orange, yellow, red, and purple.
Hermione smiled and relaxed her eyes. Draco was awed. He had never seen a sunset as beautiful as this before.
It was a beautiful sight.
Hermione felt herself drift off, and suddenly, she felt herself tumbling down the hill.
She opened her eyes in disbelief, and she shrieked in fright. How in the world had this happened? Indeed, she was rolling down the hill.
"Draco!" she yelled, getting him out of his slumber.
He shot up, and ran down the hill, towards her voice, and caught her at the bottom of the hill. She leaned into his broad chest, limply like a rag doll.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
He felt her nod, and grin into his arm.
"Thanks for saving me, the second time this day," she said.
Draco felt himself blush.
"No problem," he said.
He held her a little ways from himself and said, in a more harsh tone, "Are you all right?"
Hermione nodded her head again, and then she fainted in Draco Malfoy's arms.
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