From One Affair

Chapter 7

Hermione woke up the next day without Draco on the other side of the bed. She smelt a scent in the air, breakfast. It was pancakes and eggs. When she sat up she suddenly got dizzy and had to sit down. Her elbows were resting on her legs and her head was in her hands.

Draco walked into her room and asked, "What is wrong, Mya?"

Hermione groaned, "I feel really dizzy."

He walked over to her and put his hand on her forehead alerting her, "You have a fever."

Hermione said, "I'm fine," and she tried to stand up, but she had to sit down as she got another dizzy spell.

Draco ordered, "As your boyfriend and boss I am telling you to stay home and rest."

Hermione went to pipe up her opinion and he pointed his finger, and then told her, "No, buts, Hermione."

She didn't like admitting defeat, but she knew she couldn't go to work feeling this way. He gave her a cup of tea and after drinking it all put her head on the pillow. Draco kissed her forehead lightly and got dressed for work. An hour later she was asleep and he snuck of the flat like Dracula, extremely quiet like death.

When he got to work he headed to his mother's office knocked too loudly. Draco entered and looked around the curtains were a nasty brown color, the walls were plain white with no pictures, and the carpet matched the curtains. Narcissa finally looked up at Draco from her stack of paperwork.

Narcissa asked rudely, "Yes, Draco?"

He responded, "Hermione isn't feeling well today so she stayed home. Can you send over the family healer to her flat?"

His mother answered, "Yes, but it is probably just a cold."

Draco nodded and left from her office going down a few floors to his lab. He looked around at the other people in his lab.

A brown hair guy with almost black eyes named Mark Spencer asked, "Where's Hermione?"

Draco felt fury rush through him clenching his hands replying, "She's at her flat sick. Mark, get over your infatuation with my girlfriend."

Amber contradicted, "She would never stay out of work."

Draco told her, "She could barely stand up this morning let alone do her job."

"Can you tell her to feel better?" asked Amber.

Draco nodded and ordered, "Get back to work, all of you."

Narcissa sat writing a note to their healer. She wouldn't admit it, but she worried about Hermione. Even magic folk can't cure the common cold or many other things.

Dear Healer Keifer,

My son's girlfriend is sick and needs your medical attention. The address is 173 Maybridge lane. As soon as you can please.

Narcissa Malfoy

Hermione was lying in bed with a levitated bowl of chicken soup made by a house elf sent over by Draco. After she was done and elf popped into her room.

Pip said, "Mistress, a healer is here sent by Lady Malfoy."

Hermione replied, "Let the healer in then."

As soon as she said that it was okay the healer walked in and asked, "How are you feeling today, Ms. Granger?"

Hermione answered, "I woke up this morning and suddenly felt dizzy. My boyfriend told me that I should stay home today."

Healer Keifer said, "I'll check you over. Stay still for a while for me."

Healer Keifer waved her wand and did multiple spells that came out negative. She was thoroughly confused about why they weren't the cause. It had her scratching her head.

Hermione asked, "What I wrong?"

Keifer answered, "There appears to be nothing wrong with you. I mean something is, but nothing I can think of. I have been a healer for many years and I don't know what could be wrong. It might just be a normal cold of some sort."

Hermione said, "Thank you for trying. I need rest to get better so please let you out."

The healer said, "Feel better, Ms. Granger."

Healer Keifer let herself out and headed back to St. Mungo's. Hermione lay in bed on her side thinking of why a healer that had been a healer so long couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. She thought it might be because she hadn't tested the reason why something else could be wrong. She quickly fell asleep wishing she got sleep because she wanted to not because she was sick.

In her dream she was in her flat looking over her body like an out of body experience. She looked around and saw a brown haired man with silver blue eyes in his mid 20's. He was dressed as if from another century.

He asked, "How are you, Ms. Granger?"

Hermione answered, "Good I suppose. Who are you?"

The man responded with a smile, "I'm Alexander Malfoy. I was executed by my family for loving a muggleborn."

"Why do you not have blonde hair?" questioned Hermione because he was a Malfoy.

He answered, "My mother had brown hair. The Malfoy gene skipped me."

Hermione laughed before questioning, "Why are you speaking with me?"

Alexander said, "You saved the world in your early years and because you are making a difference in the Malfoy family."

Hermione told him, "Draco already changed without me."

Alexander foreboded, "You'll find out what I mean in time."

Hermione asked him, "What do you mean?"

"It isn't something I can tell you," said Alexander, "I am just here to speak with you should you ever need someone to talk to."

Hermione asked him another question, "Why me though? I'm not a Malfoy."

Alex answered, "You are with one which makes you connected to my family."

Hermione began to wake up because Draco shook her awake.

While waking up she mumbled, "Alexander."

Draco paused and asked, "What did you say?"

She looked up and said to him, "You don't need to be jealous. I had a dream about someone named Alexander Malfoy."

Draco replied, "He was killed more than 200 years ago."

She argued vehemently, "I saw him and talked to him in a dream I had. Spirits can visit the dreams of the living."

He put his hands up and said, "I believe you, but it seems almost impossible. Did a healer come by today?"

Hermione sighed, "She couldn't figure out what was causing my dizziness."

Draco asked worriedly, "Are you feeling any better now?"

Hermione sat up slowly not feeling dizzy at all. Hermione got on her feet and launched into Draco's arm and plopped her head on his shoulder. He smiled and offered her his hand to dance with her. She reached for his hands and they danced around in circles. They danced around like at the Yule ball.

Draco told her, "I was jealous of Krum at the Yule ball for having you on his arm."

Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow, "I thought you hated me then?"

"Yes, but you were the best looking chick at the ball. Pansy was pissed that I was looking at her in her ugly Slytherin green dress," lied Draco expertly thinking I'll tell her the truth one day.

Memory

Draco stood in the hallway with Pansy. He looked towards the stairs to see Granger in a purple pink dress with sparkling eyes. She looked like an angel, but he'd never get the untouchable Hermione Granger. Hermione walked towards Krum. He bowed to her and they linked arms heading into the great hall.

Draco entered at his side with Pansy who was wearing a dark green dress with one strap, a v-cut, short length, and layers at the bottom. Draco was wearing black dress robes with a green tie. He watched as the champions twirled around their dates specifically Granger and Krum, his favorite quidditch player.

Pansy asked, "Are you listening to me?"

Draco mocked, "Every word, dear."

Pansy asked, "Will you dance with me, Draco?"

He just nodded and took her out onto the floor. Draco wasn't enjoying having it because even when dancing she wouldn't shut up. Later when he got to sit down he heard Weasley's obnoxious voice yelling at Hermione. He tried to listen, but the music suddenly got louder.

When the night was over Hermione was crying on the stairs. It was obvious that it was her dolt friends. He ignored it and Pansy as he walked to the damp, cold dungeons that were his home away from home.

End Memory

She looked at him and asked curiously, "Are you all right? You seemed distant for a bit."

Draco smirked replying, "A flashback of our Hogwarts years."

Hermione asked, "A flashback of what?"

He responded, "A flashback of the Yule ball," he placed a hand on her check, "you looked like an angel."

Hermione told him, "Ron's jealousy ruined that night for me. I was finally noticed by a guy. I wasn't just the bookworm friend of Harry Potter I was ordinary."

Draco narrowed his eyes and argued, "You are not ordinary, and you're spectacular. Don't let anyone tell you that you are ordinary."

Hermione told him, "I know I'm not ordinary."

Whether she was sick or not he placed a passionate kiss on her lips and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck with his hair in her hands. Draco growled when she tugged on his hair. He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Her feet lightly touched the tiled floor and she let go of the tight grip she had on him. Draco stripped to take a shower, but he did it teasingly slow not intending to get sexual in the shower.

Draco asked, "Will you join me?"

Hermione said, "Yeah, I've been laying in bed all day. I must reek from sweat."

He turned on the water to a warm-hot temperature to make sure Hermione wouldn't get dizzy again. They stepped in together enjoying a relaxing shower together even though she wasn't getting dizzy her head on his moist shoulder.

He asked, "Are you okay?"

Hermione said, "Just relaxing."

They finished their shower after they both got squeaky clean. He got dressed into a white t-shirt and boxer shorts even though he wasn't going to bed. Hermione put on a tank-top and a pair of loose shorts. Draco went into the kitchen to cook for her.

Draco asked, "What do you want for dinner?"

Hermione replied, "Anything you feel like making."

Draco made some saffron rice and boneless fried chicken for her. He cooked it dark, but not burnt, just a little crunchy exactly the way she liked it. After they enjoyed the meal and she laughed at his attempt at her favorite meal they watched a movie of his choosing.

She fell asleep on the couch curled up next to him. Draco carried her into her room and laid her in the bed joining her momentarily. Hermione didn't dream about Alexander and Draco dreamed of a life him and Hermione could have together which was a frequently reoccurring dream.