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Chapter 16 : Muggle Lovers & Piggy-Back Rides

Draco woke to an empty bed and the sound of the shower running. He looked over at his nightstand and saw that the clock on it read half past twelve in the afternoon. It's almost lunchtime, I can't believe I slept that long. I just felt so comfortable with Hermione in my arms and...Hermione! He suddenly thought.

"Granger?" Draco called. Rubbing his eyes and stretching as he got out of the bed. He smirked remembering the shower. Just as he got to the door he heard the shower turn off. "Oh Granger." Draco said in a sing song voice, which surprised her completely, she didn't even know he was awake. This unfortunately resulted in her slipping on the wet floor and landing with a crunch. She screamed. "SHIT! Hermione?!" Draco began to open the door. "Are you ok?" He yelled, sounding concerned.

"NOOOO!" Hermione yelled from her position on the floor when she noticed the door being opened. She was lying on her back grasping her left shoulder with her right hand, tears threatening to spill over and onto her cheeks.

"No?" Now Draco was really worried and took her yell as a reply to his earlier question and immediately barged into their shared bathroom. He didn't realise that she was yelling at him to not come in and for the second time in his life Draco Malfoy was awed at the sight before him. She had somehow managed to drape a towel across her waist but her perky breasts were freely on display.

"No! No! NO!" She screamed.

"No, what? Hermione, are you alright?" Draco eyed her grasping her shoulder, it looked as though it was turning an ugly shade of purple and it was clearly swollen. Merlin, thought Draco.

"Don't look!" She screeched. At this point Draco would have made a funny comment about seeing her naked already before turning around but hearing the trauma in her voice made him rethink. Instead he turned around and then said, "You know love, I've seen your knockers before..." He smiled

Hermione made an attempt at laughing but it turned into a wince half way through but she still smiled at the pet name he'd bestowed upon her, love. Draco heard the pain in her voice and winced also but for a whole other reason.

"Are you alright Hermione?" Draco didn't want her to be in pain.

"I'll be fine...It's just I think I've dislocated my shoulder..." She winced again.

"WHAT!?" Draco went to turn around, panicked but was stopped by the sound of Hermione's voice.

"Don't!" She yelled. "I'll be fine." She said again,

"What do you mean, you'll be fine. I have to take you to the hospital wing!" Draco was starting to get irritated now as well as being in utter distress.

"I'll be f..."

"Hermione!"

"Draco!

"List..."

"No!" She yelled finally. "Just give it a minute." Now Draco was utterly confused.

"What does that mean!?" He said angrily. "I need to take you to Madame Pomfrey. Do you expect to be magically healed in a matter of minutes?" He asked in disbelief.

"Something like that..." Hermione said all too ambiguously. They were both breathing heavily now. Hermione because of the pain and Draco because well, he didn't like being in situations where he didn't know what was going on. Draco didn't say anything; he knew she wouldn't leave him hanging. She's the Bookworm, she loves explaining stuff, he decided.

He was right. "My...my tattoo." She finally said to his back. Draco was immediately hooked, hanging on her every word. Hermione struggled to speak through the pain but she knew it would only last a few moments more. "You would have seen it."

"It's on your back."

"Most of the time..." Hermione left those words hanging in the air before saying, "It's not muggle, it's a magical tattoo...I got it in Thailand."

"Blaise said something about Thailand, it's how I worked it out you know. We were talking about him and Ginny, apparently she also has a tattoo." Draco said, directing his gaze at the bathroom door that led to his bedroom.

Hermione smiled. "They soooo want each other."

"Tell me about it." Draco grinned and Hermione laughed, she noticed it was much easier to do so now, without it being too painful. Looking down at her injured shoulder, she saw that it started to glow a bright white-blue colour, almost like the patronus charm. Draco, although facing the other way noticed it too.

"Hermione?"

"Just give it a sec." She said and almost immediately felt the flap of wings on her back. Draco fell silent once more.

...

The black dragon that currently rested on the left side of Hermione's upper back started to flex and twitch. Although Hermione could not see it, she could feel it. The light pressure that now felt like small fingers with slightly lengthy nails resided on her back in certain places. It wasn't unpleasant or painful. It was more comforting than anything else, knowing he was there to help her. Now Hermione could feel these pressure points moving up her back, towards her injured shoulder. Out of the corning of her eye she saw the flick of a forked tongue and smoky nostrils, followed by an inky, scaled head, complete with deep eyes of mercury. Then came the spiked neck and the impressive set of solid, sleek wings, built for speed and flying. The dragon curled its way around Hermione's left shoulder, its daggered tail wrapping itself around her upper bicep.

As soon as it settled the light got even brighter for a moment before fading all together. The dragon was no longer moving but Hermione knew it would find its own way back onto her back in its own time. She cautiously moved her arm and smiled when she felt no pain. Getting up, Hermione retrieved her wand off the side and cast a silent glamour charm to temporarily hide her dragon and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder turning him around.

Draco saw that Hermione had placed her towel around her, no tattoo was visible and her shoulder seemed fine to him.

"How?" Draco asked in disbelief. A moment ago her arm had looked terrible, but now it was milky white. "And why can't I see your tattoo?" He questioned.

"It's just a glamour." Hermione said nonchalantly.

"Are you ok?" Draco still looked worried. Hermione smiled, nodding her head.

"Merlin Hermione I am so so sorry. I never meant to scare you, I certainly never meant to make you dislocate your shoulder..." Draco looked at her guiltily.

"Jesus, Draco! It's not your fault and I'm fine but we really should invest in some bath mats." Draco smiled.

"I won't object to that. I'm glad you're okay."

Hermione's heart swelled at his concern for her well being and grasped each side of his face with her small hands and standing on her tiptoes, dragged him down for a well overdue kiss. Draco parted her lips with his tongue and run it along her front teeth. Their heads tilted and her tongue then curled around his as her hands made their way into Draco's shaggy hair, pulling him closer. Draco took a hold of Hermione's hips pulling them towards his own, only to break the connection at their lips. Hermione whimpered but wasn't too displeased for long, because as he left her lips Draco began to pepper her jaw with kisses. He made his way down her slender neck before paying special attention to her left shoulder, covering it in butterfly kisses.

The kiss didn't go further than that before Draco eventually wrapped his arms further around her waist just like she had done to his neck, resulting in them both ending up in a tight embrace, Draco's lips still pressed firmly to her neck.

Hermione was overcome with emotion. This can't be right. I've never felt this type of connection with anyone before and Draco and I have only started acting civil towards one another in the past few days. It's not possible. Draco didn't say anything but his thoughts were along them same lines as Hermione's and they were both slightly scared.

...

"Are you okay?" Draco eventually said, pulling back from their embrace to look into her eyes.

"I already told you I was." Hermione said. Her arms were still firmly around Draco's neck.

"That's not what I meant. Earlier, Weasley, what he said...about your parents."

"Oh. I guess we have a lot to talk about." Hermione felt saddened at the reminder of this morning.

"You think." Draco joked. This made them both smile. "You can start by telling me about the hocus-pocus with you tattoo." Hermione gave him a cheeky grin, saying nothing. "Tell me!" He demanded, still holding onto her.

"Now where have I heard that before?" Hermione exclaimed, both of them grinning.

"I'll play you for it." Draco said playing along.

"You know you'll lose." Hermione said.

"Me, lose to an insufferable know-it-all such as you, Granger? ...Never!" Draco smirked; he then chastely pecked her on the lips. When they broke apart, Hermione bit her lip in a way that Draco thought to be devilishly sexy. It didn't help that her towel was starting to fall down either so like a gentleman Draco said. "I think you should probably get dressed." He was grinning.

"I find it hard to believe you're telling the truth Draco." Hermione joined him, amused.

"I know! What I just said goes COMPLETELY against my moral compass but unless you want to miss lunch two days in a row Granger I suggest you find something to cover that...delicious bodice of yours. Immediately." He added last minute for good measure. Hermione caught Draco's lustful glance and smiled.

"If you say so Mr Malfoy." She gave him a sexy salute, followed by a saucy wink as she made her way to her room to find something to wear. On the way, she dropped her towel, leaving Malfoy a nice view of her perky arse.

"Minx." He breathed.

...

A few moments later Hermione met Draco down in the common room. She was wearing a pair of low-waist, faded blue jeans, a tight, white t-shirt and an oversized, comfy grey hoodie that she had left unzipped at the front. Her hair was help back in a messy bun, a few pesky ringlets falling loose around her face and Draco thought she had never looked more delectable.

"Ready?" Draco grinned at her. Hermione smiled and nodded. "Good, I thought after lunch we can come back up here and talk about what needs talking about."

"Good idea." Hermione agreed, stepping through the portrait hole.

"You know, I've been thinking..." Hermione said as the two heads made their way out of the common room and down to the Great Hall.

"Uh oh." Draco teased and Hermione playfully punch him on the arm, laughing.

"I've been thinking..." She said dramatically. "...that I'll show you my tattoo."

Draco stopped dead. "Really?" He asked in disbelief. Please let her not be joking. Draco prayed.

"Of course..." Hermione said straight away, looking him dead in the eye. "...if you play a song for me on your guitar." Draco. Was. Shocked. To say the least. He stopped walking all together.

"What?!"

"I did sleep in your room Draco! Did you think I wouldn't notice a classic Black Beauty when I saw one?" Hermione asked amused, now walking a few paces ahead of him.

"Bollocks!" Said Draco. Hermione turned around grinning and eventually had Draco smiling too, they both stood there, a fair bit apart smiling at each other. Hermione bit her lip before speaking again, this caught Draco's attention. She gave him a look that said she was either about to do something that would either make him despise her or make him fall madly in love with her. Can you guess which?

It was fucking sexy, is all Draco could say about it and Draco does not despise sexy.

"Muggle Lover." She dared say it, looking him directly in the eye with her big, beautiful amber ones. Draco thought it she looked hard enough right then she could probably see right into his soul. If I even have one...I'm beginning to think I do, Draco pondered.

There was a tense moment of silence, in which neither of them dared breathe before Draco burst out into a huge grin.

"YOU BITCH!" He said accusingly, eyebrows creased, pointing a finger and everything but still always grinning. Hermione gasped with mock hurt before falling into fits of laughter. "You're a dead witch walking Granger." Draco warned and chased the laughing Hermione all the way to lunch...well...he caught her at about the second staircase they came to, her excessive laughter making it hard for her to run, besides Draco was a seeker...and a man, a tall one at that! The rest of the way he carried her. Hermione introduced him to the joys of the muggle piggy-back ride and...you get the gist.

P.S. They were still laughing.

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AN/: I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I did. I promised more Dramione and there it is, plus some more insight about the tattoo. I loved this chapter tell me what you think by REVEIWING! Please x I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up but Draco and Hermione find out what Harry has told Dumbledor