Chapter 9- Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Hermione woke with tear stained cheeks and red eyes, he had cried in her sleep again and she knew why… and she hated it. She rolled out of bed and made her way over to the bathroom, dragging her feet as she goes.

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After her shower she got dressed and slumped downstairs to find Draco sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. He was staring at the fire, lost in thought or so Hermione thought, that was until he greeted her with a warm smile as soon as she walked in the room, "Good morning Granger. Sleep Well?"

She stared in slight confusion for a moment, "umm… sure."

He eyed her, "You're lying but I can see you're not up to talk about it so I won't push." He then went back to staring at the fire. Hermione just watched him for a moment, lost in her own confusing thoughts, "Malfoy?"

"Yes." He never took his gaze off the dancing flames in front of him.

"Why are you… being like this? All… civil?"

He slightly chuckled, "I thought it's the least I could do when practically every day you give me mind blowing sex and you dint see the need for a relationship so I might as well be… civil."

"But… those kisses?" She asked hesitantly.
Draco tensed slightly, his eyes slightly wider but he tried to look calm, "umm, yes. I thought I might as well give you something… nice, every now and then."

Hermione was silent for a moment, processing what she had just been told. She quickly regained her posture, "Well, I would prefer if you didn't. So please… don't."

Draco was slightly hurt but masked it, "Fine. If that's what you want."

"It is. Now I believe I have breakfast to attend. Good bye, I will see you in potions." With that she stalked out of the room, leaving a slightly disappointed Draco behind.

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Hermione sat in potions, twiddling her quill between her fingers, she knew all this, and it was a revision lesson. She subconsciously kept looking over at the empty seat, Draco's seat. He had missed breakfast and all his other classes and Hermione was slightly worried. 'Did I do something?' She kept replaying this morning over and over again, wondering if she said something that may have upset him. Why was she even thinking about this? The bell rang and the professor dismissed them. She quickly gathered her books and rushed out of class.

She darted into the dorms and looked around, he wasn't there. She walked upstairs and placed her books down on her desk. 'Maybe I should have shower and think?' She grabbed her towel and walked into the bathroom. A small gasp left Hermione's lips as she saw a distraught Malfoy sitting on the ground, head on knees, his hands shaking –'Oh God!' Hermione darted to his side, "What happened?!" She gasped as she gently took his shaking, hands in hers, they were covered in blood and a few pieces of glass were sticking in them, that's when she realised the shattered mirror. His head was still tilted down and resting on his knees, "Draco… what happened?!"

He slowly looked up; his eyes were red, cheeks puffy and tear stained, 'he's been crying…' His lower lip slightly trembling, despair filled his eyes.

Her heart slightly softened, "Draco… what happened?" Her voice soft.

He opened his mouth slightly but closed it as a few more tears fell, dipping his head back in his knees. She sighed mentally, now wasn't the time to ask what happened. She pulled out her wand and started mumbling healing spells, the glass moving out of his hand and landing in the sink. After 5 minutes of healing he was all healed up. She hesitated for a moment before gently lifting his head. She looked at him with soft eyes, her hands cupping his cheeks, "Draco… what happened?"

He slightly shook his head, "I-I-I c-can't tell you… I-I'm s-sorry."

"Please…" she pleaded.

He gently nodded after a moment of thought, "O-Ok, I'll tell you." In one swift motion he gently pulled her forward, pressing their lips together ever so gently. He pulled back momentarily, looking at her as if asking for acceptance. All she did was lean forward and press their lips together once again. It was soft, tender and full of desperation and something else… something? No tongue, no pressure, no fight for dominance, it was… perfect. Hermione entangled her fingers in his hair as his pressed against her back, pulling her closer. A little moan escaped Hermione's throat, which was greeted with a groan from Draco. He gently and slowly laid her down on the tiled ground. As he crawled on top of her, never breaking form the kiss she gasped and tears filled her eyes. He looked down at her concerned, "Hermione? What's wrong?"

"My leg shoulder, there's glass in my shoulder!" She cried as she slightly rolled onto her side.

He quickly sat up and pulled her up with him, he quickly picked up his wand.

"Wait! It's too big of piece, you have to take it out yourself." His nerves were now kicking in, "Draco, please! It hurts!" She cried. He quickly steadied his nerves and gently turned her around so that he could pull it out easily. He cringed slightly as he saw it. His hands were shaking and his nerves were back.

"Draco! Please!" His nerves were suddenly gone and he pulled out the piece of glass. She let out a painful cry as he did which only made him cringe even more. He quickly picked up his wand and mumbled a healing spell now all that was there was a ripped and bloodstained shirt. She was still slightly crying from the pain. He wrapped his hands around her stomach from behind, pulling her back against him, kissing the top of her head and whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she said turning around, wiping the tears away, "I'm fine, it was an accident." She was now facing him, still slightly wrapped in his arms. She was practically sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around him. They looked at each other for a moment.

"Draco…"

He sighed, "Yes?"

"…" she bit her lip as she tried to find the right words, "I… what… umm…"

"Let me make it easy for you, I like you Hermione, really like you. I don't know why but I just do… Do you like me?"

She thought for a minute, her mind racing, "I… I don't know…" She answered truthfully.

He looked down slightly, "Ok… but can we still," He looked up with a smug grin.

She smirked, "Yes. Definitely" She leaned forward and kissed him. She immediately felt him grow beneath her but she pulled away quickly, "But we have to clean this up." She said gesturing to the shattered pieces of glass. He sighed and nodded.

They both stood up, pulled out their wands and started cleaning up. After everything was clean they looked at each other for a moment, before Hermione grinned and started undoing her shirt. Draco just stood there and watched as she let her shirt, bra, skirt and panties drop to the floor. She winked at him and then turned around, stalking into her room, purposely swaying her hips. He bit his lip and started taking his shirt off as he followed her eagerly.

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