Chapter 10 – Sick Day.
*one week later*
"Harder! Harder!" Hermione screamed as he pounded into her, hitting her spot each time. He was moaning her name at the immense pleasure. He growled and bit her neck lightly this pushed her over the edge, her back arched, her muscles tightened, thighs quivered and she screamed his name as her steamy juices exploded over his length. Draco road her out, causing her to not only release one, not twice but three times! He couldn't handle it anymore his clashed their lips together and groaned as his hot seed exploded inside her. His head rested in the nook of her neck as they panted, recovering from the recent activity. All of a sudden Hermione pushed Draco off her, running to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and leaning over the available toilet bowl and throwing up her last meal, slightly sobbing between each puke.
There was a slight knock on the door and Malfoy walked in, "Hermione?"
"Draco, please get out!" She gasped.
"But, are you ok?" She slowly reached up and flushed the toilet, slowly standing up on shaky legs. She washed her face and then looked over at the worried Malfoy, smiling weakly, "I'm fine, just a little uneasy, probably food poisoning or something or maybe it was the potion I spilled on my hand the other day in class."
"Maybe…" he answered cautiously, "You sure you ok?"
"I'm fine. Now get out, I need to go for a shower and we already made a pack to NEVER SHOWER TOGETHER."
He smiled at the memory, "Ok." He shrugged and walked out, closing the door behind him.
…
"Malfoy!" Ron growled as he approached the Slytherin table.
He rolled his eyes and greeted scar boy and Weasly, "What do I owe this displeasure?"
"Hermione. Where is she?" Harry ordered.
Draco shrugged, "How the hell should I know I don't give a damn about her." He hated talking about her like this but he knew he had to.
"Because you share a dorm with her, you must have been the last one to see her. She's been away all day and the stupid panting wont let us in to see her, kept saying that she wasn't seeing anyone today."
"And?"
"And we want to know if she's ok."
Draco thought for a second, "She's probably not feeling well or something, probably PMSing or something. She's fine. If she is sick I'll tell you, but AFTER I eat my dinner."
Ron and Harry both stood there for a moment slightly confused at how easy it was to get him to check on her. "Thanks." With that they walked back to the Gryffindor table.
Draco couldn't focus, 'Why is Hermione not letting anyone see her? Maybe something's wrong?'
"Umm, I have to go." He said as he stood up and walked out of the hall.
"She refuses to see anyone." Said the painting.
"I don't care-"
"Don't you say that you don't care, I hear everything that happens in this dorm? EVERYTHING!"
"Oh… OHH! Sorry! But it is my dorm, you can't refuse me access to MY dorm."
"Fine." The painting grumbled and let him in. He darted up the stairs and into her room. She wasn't there but that's when he heard her throwing up in the bathroom. He made his way into the bathroom, "Hermione?"
She was crying, head hung over the bowl, hands resting either side, sweat covered her skin, soaking her hair, and damping her singlet.
"Draco…" She sobbed; he darted to her side, "Get out!"
"What? No! You're sick, I can help. I'll go get Madam Pompfrey-"
"NO! For Merlin's sake GET OUT AND IF YOU TELL ANYONE I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN! JUST GET OUT!" She screamed before she threw up again.
Draco was slightly hurt, "But-"
"GET OUT! YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND, I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU! GET OUT!"
"FINE!" He stormed out and slammed the door; he immediately regretted it but slumped down on his bed, putting his head in his hands.
…
It's been a week since the incident in the bathroom, Hermione had stayed in bed every day, Draco never bothered to try and talk to her, he just told Harry and Ron that she wasn't feeling well and continued with his classes, it was now Friday, it's a long weekend and students were aloud to head to hogsmead without teacher supervision. Draco was sitting on the couch reading a book when Hermione rushed down the stares carrying an over night bag. She looked horrible, her hair hadn't been brushed, rings under eyes and she hadn't eaten in the last two days. Her cheeks were tear stained. He jilted to his feet, surprised by her presence but before he could say anything.
"I'll be gone all weekend, I'll be back on Monday night. Tell Harry and Ron that I'm visiting relatives." She went to push past him but he stopped her.
"Hermione, what's happened? Where are you going? Why are you being like… this?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bullshit! You know exactly what I'm talking about! What the hell is going on with you?!"
Her hands slightly shook and that's when he noticed the piece of paper in her hand. "What's that?"
"W-What? Nothing-"
"Hand it over."
"NO! It's none of your business! Now let me leave!" she shoved past him but quickly spun around as he snatched the piece of paper out of her hand. Tears immediately threatened as she saw him start to read, "No!" She cried.
Draco's fist clenched at his sides, tears threatening, his face red, "Hermione-"
"It's not what you think-"
He ignored her, "Why do you have an appointment at the Wizarding World's Discrete Abortion Clinic?"
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