Chapter 11- Funeral

I woke to a warm hand tracing circles on my bare stomach. It was soothing and I almost drifted back to sleep, until I remembered exactly how horrible my life was at the moment. How did it come to this?

My whole body shivered and I burst into tears. I could barely hear myself above the ringing in my ears.

The hand soothing me pulled me into a tight, warm embrace. I wished it help twice as much as it did.

"It's alright, Hermione. It's alright." His voice was deep and sincere and I took some comfort in that. I wondered how he would react when I left and disappeared from his life. That would happened eventually. It was inevitable. It wasn't as if we had feeling for each other. Maybe the slightest attraction but even that was pushing it. Who was I kidding? Not myself obviously, honestly, I couldn't get enough of him touching me.

"I know. It just feels like I'm dying. There's a big empty hole in my chest and it feels like its going to swallow me whole." I whispered softly. I was pouring my heart out to Draco Malfoy. Who would have thought it? Certainly not me, or even him for that matter.

"I know the feeling."

He placed kisses up and down my bare arm, almost unaware of what he was doing. I didn't mind though. I wanted this freedom from my life, just for a minute.

"Mione? Are you alright in there? I'm so sorry about yesterday! Come on out please!"

I tried to ignore Harry's insistent calls through the door. I kissed Draco more forcefully, wanting nothing more tan to disappear inside him. I knew it wasn't possible, but that didn't stop me from wanting it. Draco seemed content to ignore Harry too, because he flipped us over so I was straddling him. The blanket fell down so that it left my top half completely exposed. Judging by Draco's expression, that's exactly what he'd been going for.

"Mione? Tell me your alright!"

But Draco was kissing me and nothing else mattered except for his soft, blissful lips. I ground down onto his arousal, enjoying the loud moan that conjured. I felt powerful like this, like I could do anything.

" I'm really worried, Mione? Who is in there with you?"

Draco slid inside me and it felt like coming home after a year long journey. Draco's eyes said the same thing. I wasn't the only one who needed this.

"Faster." I whispered breathlessly. He flipped us over again and ploughed into me like a man possessed. I didn't mind because each thrust brought loud moans from both of us. He slowed, making me plead for him to go faster, harder, anything but what he was doing. He laughed joyously before complying. I loved the sound of his laughter.

"Bloody hell!"

I could barely hear the words because Draco had pushed me over the edge and into ecstasy.

Draco rolled off me, making sure I was still covered by the blanket, though that mostly left him exposed. It was just Harry who had burst into the room, unable to take a hint.

"What the hell are you doing in here Malfoy?" Harry shouted. Draco looked at me incredulously. I shook my head. If he hadn't figured it out he needed new glasses. Harry looked at me closely and I pulled the blanket closer around me.

"Were you just fucking?" He asked, sounding mad and scandalized.

"I prefer the term ' making love', thank you." Draco said sarcastically. I snorted at him and Harry looked ready to kill him.

"You're making her cry!" He said and I glared at him.

"Harry shut the hell up. Get out. I'm fine and I don't really want to speak with you right now. As you can see, you're interrupting." I snapped, sitting up to see him better. His eyes widened.

"Dumbledore has planned a funeral for your mother. It's in four hours. Your father isn't awake yet." He practically gushed the words and took off out the door and down the steps. I got up and looked at my self in the mirror.

I had quite a few hickey marks on my neck and arms. That was probably why he made his quick escape.

"Never knew I was such an artist." Draco said softly with a smile.

"Haha very funny." I turned to face him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I laid my head on his warm chest. I was exhausted. Mentally and physically, though the latter wasn't entirely surprising. Harry would be so angry with me, and eventually I would have to face what I'd done. It would seem like the end of the world to the boys, even though it wasn't.

"You're going." It wasn't a question. How could I not go? I didn't want to, but my mother would have wanted me to be there for her.

"Lets get ready, and yes I'm going with you."

Strangely, I didn't mind one bit. I could use all the support I could get. I turned to my dresser, set on finding something black to wear.

"You'll need something white to wear." Draco said when he saw me look at my black dresses. White?

"It's a wizard thing." Draco said, but I continued to stare at him.

"My mother wasn't a wizard." I whispered and willed myself to stop crying. I didn't want to look like a night troll at her funeral.

"Alright, I'll wear black with you." He said dramatically. Normally I would have laughed. There wasn't anything normal about today, or even the last six years.

That's how I ended up walking into the great hall hand in hand with Draco Malfoy. I didn't want to let go of him. If I did, would he disappear just like mom? Of course he wouldn't, but I was still terrified to be alone, even for just a moment. He was the only thing keeping me somewhat sane at the moment. My mother had a basic muggle casket, or maybe they were the same in both worlds. How would I know? I'd never been to a funeral in my life, wizard or muggle.

Draco and I took a seat in the back row. I didn't want to feel the stares of my fellow classmates. This way I could at least see them. I still held Draco's hand in my lap, unconsciously running my thumb over his wrist. He didn't seem to notice, or didn't mind. I wasn't the only one who still needed support, it seemed.

I blocked out all the voices and just watched. My father was still in a healing sleep, so he was missing this. I don't think he would have been able to come anyway. If there was anyone he loved more than me, it was mom. Dumbledore didn't know my mother, I wasn't even sure he had ever spoken to her. How could he be talking about her as if she was his own mother?

Harry and Ron were near the front, their wandering for me. They saw me sitting next to Draco and tensed, ready to yell or something. Harry realized faster than Ron what a horrible idea that was. Mostly from what he walked in on. Harry was a bit faster than Ron most of the time, but at least he was there to hold him down. Ron wouldn't father any children if he made a scene at my mothers funeral.

It was over. Finally. Draco pulled me to my feet, but I didn't want to walk, or listen to people offer their condolences. I wanted to go and sleep for days. I would move on, I could feel that, but at the moment I felt like dog shit. I apparated to my room, bringing Draco with me. His body heat made me feel alive, or filled that empty space in my heart.

"You can go if you want. I've locked and warded the door, so you wont be coming back in." I explained and stripped to my nightgown. I crawled into bed and waited for the click of the door shutting. Instead I felt the weight of someone laying down on the bed. I opened my eyes and saw Draco undressed except for silky looking green boxers. I looked at him questioningly.

"Your much more comfortable than night clothes, Hermione." Was all he said before joining me under the covers. I made sure the wards were secure and settled in for a long sleep. No one would be bothering us.