:Gasp: What a cliffhanger I left you on! Yessssss, I did. But do not fretttt! More Welcome To Hell is back!

Chapter 12! YAY! -Remember, reviews are always appreciated when you get the chance.

Amy
AKA
RootbeerFloat

P.S. There might be a little... smut in here:Smirks widely:

Draco awoke, his head on soft pillows and his body in a soft, single bed. His head fuzzy and misleading, he didn't believe his eyes when he saw Hermione Granger hovering above him, saying, "I think he's awake."

"Oh, it does seem like it, doesn't it?" Came another voice, and Draco immediately recognized it as Madam Pomfrey's. "Yes, yes, he does seem to be coming around quite nicely." Draco shifted his eyes around to realize he was in the infirmary, presents surrounding him and Granger holding his hand. His first instinct was to jerk away, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and allowed her to 'comfort' him. "How are you feeling, Mr. Malfoy?" Asked Madam Pomfrey quietly.

"Like-" Draco almost said something vulgar, but instead said, "-I was hit by a train."

"Well, Terrywinkle poison will do that to you." She said stiffly. "You're very lucky to be alive. -If Ms. Granger here hadn't spoken up and said you and her were attacked by one of those beasts-"

"-She what?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. "But... Granger, you've never-"

"-When I realized you were in trouble, I thought it was more important." Hermione answered him, letting go of his hand.

"And now she's not going to have to go to St. Mungo's after all!" Shouted Madam Pomfrey at once, giving Hermione a quick hug from behind. "I'm so proud! I was worried she'd never speak." Draco's eyes met Hermione's before they both looked away quickly. "And I suppose I have you, Mr. Malfoy, to thank for that."

"Don't mention it. Really." Draco said, trying to avert the attention off of him self for once in his life. "What day is it?"

"Christmas." Hermione answered him, and Madam Pomfrey beamed with pride. "You were so sick last night we didn't think you'd make it. Luckily Professor... oh, who was it, Madam Pomfrey?"

"Professor Sprout, dear."

"Yes, Sprout had an antidote she had tucked away for several years." Hermione finished with great pleasure.

"And you didn't tell him the best part!" Said the elated Madam Pomfrey. Hermione's face turned slightly pink. "Well go on dear! Tell him how you used magic."

"You what?" Draco asked, sitting up on his elbows. "You did?"

"It wasn't that much..." Hermione's face was bright red. "You were in some kind of fit; twisting and shouting. I remembered the Pertrificus Totalus spell. Blaise told me about it..." The beast inside Draco's stomach gave a twitch.

"And if she hadn't have used the spell," Continued Madam Pomfrey, "You would have allowed that poison to move through your bloodstream and to your heart. So Ms. Granger grabbed up your wand and did her first magic!"

"Congratulations." Said Draco to Hermione, though it wasn't loud or cheerful. His head throbbed, his feet felt numb, and he realized he'd be in the hospital wing for Christmas. It didn't sound like one of the most cheerful things in the world.

"Well, I best leave you alone -I've written to your mother, Draco. She said she'd be down tomorrow afternoon, if that's alright." Madam Pomfrey spoke. "... and I must say, I'm very proud of both of you. For a Slytherin and a Gryffindor you have shown quite a lot of respect for each other. -Funny how things work out that way.- and NO strenuous exercise for at least three days! I mean it Mr. Malfoy!" She twittered about, going into her office to splurge on candies and write a letter to St. Mungo's. She left Draco and Hermione alone in the Hospital room, so that the room filled with a hollow silence.

Hermione, who was sitting on the edge of Draco's bed, smiled warmly down at him. "Thank you." She said.

"For what?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "For almost getting us both killed?"

"No," She said, "For believing in me. -I didn't think I could do magic, and then you told me it was inside of me, I just didn't know it. And when I saw you on the ground, coughing up blood and screaming... I just... It just happened."

"Funny how things work out that way." Said Draco, imitating Madam Pomfrey. Both sat there in smiling silence, apart from a few kids throwing snow balls outside. The monster inside Draco's emotions seemed to purr, and he sat up Indian style on the bed. "So, what'd you get for Christmas?"

"I dunno." Said Hermione. "I haven't opened any of my presents." She glanced into his eyes, and Draco knew it was because of him; she had probably stayed up all night wondering if he was going to be alright. A slice of guilt tried to warm over his body, but he froze it away in fear. He had never felt guilty before over something so small. Why now?

"Oh." He said in a quiet voice. "Well don't stop on my account." He smirked, tracing his fingers of his left hand up her arm. She wore a delicate lacy fabric, much like that you'd find on ruffles. Her shirt sleeves were 3/4 inch length and the color was a soft, pastel blue. Her skirt resembled the same type of material and design, reaching her knees at the edge. Draco could only assume Pomfrey had played dress up doll with Hermione for the holiday season.

The beast that fiddled with Draco's wanton emotions started to growl inside of him, but Draco knew for a completely different reason. The way her hair was scattered down her back, loose and curly; the way her lips parted as she took in a breath; everything was building up inside of him. He knew he had to stop himself before the beast completely took over his emotions.

Hermione glanced at his fingers as they traveled up her skin, to the top of her arm. Unsure of what to do, she allowed him to slip the fabric to the side to reveal her bare shoulder. Draco's heart beat a little faster as they both stared at each other, waiting for one another to scream or react. But when neither did, Draco moved closer to her, and it was as if a force washed over him, telling him to continue. "Thank you," He said, tracing her shoulder with his index finger all the way up to her neck, "For saving my life. Mum would have been rather sad if I had died."

He could hear her heart racing as she said, "Don't mention it," And leaned over, kissing him on the lips. Draco's only reaction was kissing back softly, while still tracing his finger over her neck, before stroking it with the pad of his thumb. By the contentment he felt, he knew that a powerful emotion had escaped its cage, and he wouldn't be able to retrieve it so easily. Hermione's right arm went around his neck, pulling him closer as she dipped her tongue into his mouth, while her left hand trailed down his chest. His heart sped up very quickly, hormones and emotions raging. When he guided her left hand with his free hand down his stomach to the top of his arousal hidden in his pants, she hesitated a moment but gave in, rubbing her palm down his zipper.

Draco could feel a hunger gather up inside of him as he slid his now free hand up her skirt, slowly marching inch by inch up her soft, smooth skin. The hunger grew even more as she jerked away from the kiss nervously. "Draco, I don't know..." She said, though her fingers were still caressing his arousal over.

"Come on," He begged in a whisper, slipping his fingers delicately to her outer thigh, "You want it. I want it. We both know it." He coaxed his words with buttery sweetness. She looked nervous, as if recalling a memory, but nodding. She should have known there'd be no stopping Draco now, because the hunger in him only grew worse as she rubbed the outside of his pants. He pulled her closer to him, and she hoisted her feet above the floor on top of the bed, so that both faced each other. He then reached over, closing the curtains around the bed. "We're going to play a game," He said, smirking. "It involves a lot of patience and trust, not to mention the danger of getting caught. -Want to play?" He asked, traveling his hand now to her inner thigh. Hermione's breath was short as she nodded. "Okay. The game's called 'Shh'," He explained, "And the way you play is to keep as quiet as possible no matter what we do to each other. The first one to draw attention to ourselves loses. -And if you moan while its your turn trying to get me, you still lose if we get caught. So would you like to go first or should I?" Hermione didn't answer him. "Alright, you're up Ms. Granger. Good luck."

Hermione stared at him in disbelief, not quite sure if this was the game they should be playing. But Draco's eyes were smirking at her, egging her on. Draco could tell she wanted this as much as him; to feel the release that was building up between them; the sexual tension. His body nearly quivered when she kissed him passionately and slid her hands up his shirt, her cold fingers moving along his breastbone and to his nipples, where she stroked across them lightly. Her right hand then came up to her lips when she pulled away from the kiss, and with a lick across her fingers she went back to kissing him again. Draco wondered what she was doing until her fingers reached underneath his pants, slipping through the boxers, and gripped around his arousal. Draco's breath caught immediately, wanting, no, needing the sexual tension to fall away.

The combination of saliva and sweat was perfect as her hand slid down his shaft, causing him to kiss her very passionately so he wouldn't moan. But the moan came; however, it was muffled by her mouth. Her hands worked magic as she gripped him strongly and slipped her thumb on the underside of his cock, and up to the bell. Draco's erection was painfully perfect; he wanted to shove her on her back and continue with both of them naked and moaning, but remembered the 'game.' He mustn't make a sound. His hand that wasn't under her skirt was running up the front, under her shirt, to her breasts. With one of his hands stroking the inside of her thighs, the other gripped one of her breasts and squeezed firmly, causing her to muffle a moan in his mouth. Draco smirked in the kiss and pulled his lips away from hers, whispering, "Do you call that trying?" He noticed the wanting, angered look in her eyes. "You're going to have to do better than that. -You forget, you're dealing with a professional. -Here." He allowed her to grip his arousal in his pants, wanting her to grab harder, but knew he must be patient. Then he somehow moved her even closer to him, before sliding his fingers to her very most inner thigh.

Hermione gave a slight jump of alarm, however, not making a word. She shifted on the bed and straddled his lap in a mirrorish image; his hand up her skirt and her hands down his pants. Both were looking hungry to one another, Draco's body feeling the creature inside of him stir with a new feeling. Without consent or asking, he slipped his fingers from her thigh to her panties, caressing her through her knickers. Hermione's nervous gasp couldn't stop his hunger that was still heightening inside of Draco. He could tell she was just as turned-on as he was, and that made him want her even more. Perhaps he was rushing things a bit, but the wanting, needing, pleading monster toying with his emotions would not let up. He slipped a finger underneath her undergarments and, knowing he wouldn't hurt her since she had already been fondled before, slipped a finger inside of her. She gulped before kissing him deeply and when he moved his finger slowly out of her, she grasped his cock intensely, just the way he liked it.

He pushed his finger back into her, and she gasped through a large, lascivious kiss. Draco was trying himself to try not to make a lot of noise as she gripped him perfectly, up and down in a passionate moment. He gripped her left breast with one of his hands through her bra, the other working in and out of her, every time causing a soft gasp or groan from her through their forceful kisses. He then slipped another finger in her, this time she moaned elated into his mouth. She in turn would glide her fingers down his cock, grasping and fondling him as he did to her. Her hips arched as he hit the spot inside of her that caused a wash of Ecstasy to flow over her. Draco smirked in the kisses while she gripped hard on his cock. "Ah, fuck the 'no strenuous exercising'," He mumbled.

He fondled her breasts, then unstrapped her bra in the back, so when he returned to caressing her, he had better access. The new touch brought on more internal feelings from both the teens, and she hissed out a breath between a kiss.

"Draco," Hermione panted, feeling him go deeper inside of her, his fingers hitting that perfect place again, "Tell me you love me," She whispered, before capturing his mouth, tongues colliding and hormones bruing. Draco's mind almost went numb. Tell me you love me. She ran her fingers with her free hand through his hair. Tell me you love me. With one more firm grasp, Draco was sent over the edge and climaxed, causing him to move his fingers deeper and faster into Hermione. Tell me you love me. She came as well, muffling a large moan into his mouth.

Tell me you love me.

What should have been a perfect moment was dimly put out when Draco kissed Hermione one last time before removing his hand out from underneath her skirt, grabbing up his wand, and whispered, 'scorgify', cleaning him and Hermione up. Hermione looked at him with innocent eyes, but all he could hear was 'tell me you love me.'

"Where are you going?" She asked as he removed the curtains from around the bed and stood up. "Draco?"

"I can't." He said, his eyes trying to burn with the same hate he had felt for her before. "No- scratch that. I wont." And with that he shook the Ecstasy feeling from his brain, beginning to take off out the room. Hermione started to rise up of the bed just as Madam Pomfrey stepped out of her office.

"Mr. Malfoy? Where are you going?"

"Away from here." Draco grumbled, and slipped out the door in a flash.

Tell me you love me.

That's right folks! End of story. JUST KIDDING! There's more to come in this 'compelling' novel.

Amy
AKA
RootbeerFloat

Oh, and I hope the smut was to your liking. -Don't forget to review!