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Chapter Five: Dreams and Wet Bodies Make Hermione Blush
"Stupefy!"
Draco was sent flying into the wall, crashing into a dining room chair, landing next to the stone fireplace.
"You foolish child, I should punish you for that-"
"Lucius! I will not let you treat your son like that." Narcissa yelled at her husband, as she flicked her wand, disarming him. "Expelliarmus!"
Lucius' wand flew out of his hand. He walked over to his wand laying on the ground. He bent over and picked it up. He glared at his wife, lifting his hand striking her so hard that she fell to the ground, twisting her ankle in the process.
Draco ran over to her, "Mother!"
Unfortunately for Draco, Lucius was very gifted in wand less magic. He waved hand, sending Draco crashing into another wall, breaking a rib or two.
Draco got up weekly, limping over to his father, raising his wand slowly.
"Petrificus Totalus! Not so fast, son. I can't let you leave without you witnessing this." Lucius said firmly.
Draco could only glare at his father. He glanced over at his mother, who was trying to stand up, hobbled over in pain from her fractured ankle.
Lucius raised his wand once more, pointing it at his wife, "Avada Kadavra!"
There was a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air - instantaneously Narcissa fell to the floor, rolled over onto her back, unmarked, but unmistakably dead.
Draco wanted to run over there and stop his father, but all he could do was stand there and watch his mother be murdered, by the man he once trusted.
Draco felt his eyes sting and then hot tears ran down his face. Crying was not something he enjoyed doing, he was taught that it was a sign of weakness.
Lucius barked out a laugh, as he looked down at the body lying on the ground before him. "Foolish, woman."
He walked over to Draco, "Love is weakness, remember that, son. Love is weakness and feelings are the enemy," He said standing face to face to Draco.
Since he was immobilized the only way he could respond was through legilimency. 'I am not your son!' He thought, and his father heard every single betraying word.
Suddenly a knife appeared in Lucius' hand and in a fast motion he slid that knife across Draco's face, leaving a large gash on his right cheek, unbinding the body bind.
"Subvenio," His father yelled, sending a bright white light into Draco's chest.
"Every time you do something that would go against what I've taught you, you will relive this night, down to every single detail." Lucius told him.
"And just remember that this-" he pointed at the dead body of Narcissa, "this is all on you, so maybe you should think twice before you disobey me!"
And with that he apperated out of the mansion with a loud pop.
Draco woke in a cold sweat; something warm was running down his face, blood. Even after a year the curse still managed to be perfectly intact. He had tried to think if what he had done to disobey his father this time. Talking to a Mudblood. Go into a Mudblood's room. Apologize to a Mudblood. Let a Mudblood help him. Any of the above could be a possibility.
Draco sighed, pushing himself off the bed. He inhaled sharply, as he felt pain shoot through his body with every movement he made.
He wiped away the blood, which was still freely falling from his face. Draco threw on a short sleeve shirt to cover any bruises that might have been visible on his body.
Draco opened his door leading to his and Hermione's common room.
"It's about time you got up," Hermione said, not looking up from the book her nose was stuck in.
Draco ignored her and walked towards the bathroom.
When she received no response, she looked up at him. "Wow, you look like hell."
"What a coincidence, Granger," he said, "so do you. But at least I have an excuse."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "What's wrong?"
"Wow. I'm starting to see why they call you the smartest witch in our class." Draco sneered. "You're very observant. Something is wrong."
"Oh, you poor thing," Hermione said in an insincere voice.
"Thanks, Granger," he said in a sarcastic and very raspy voice. "Your concern for my health is overwhelming. Touching, really."
Hermione snorted, "So, what's really wrong with you?"
"No offense, Granger, but I don't feel like talking to you on a day that I feel perfectly healthy, so it should be no surprise that I would rather not chat with you right now, when I'm feeling like shit. So if you'll please excuse me..." He walked back towards the bathroom door, and then he felt blood start to drip down his face again, from the open wound on the side of his face.
"Hey - you're bleeding." Hermione informed him, placing her book onto the table in front of her.
Draco groaned. "Yes. I am bleeding, Granger. Way to point the obvious. You know, I'm considering taking back my comment about you being the smartest witch in our class – even though I was being sarcastic when I said it, anyway..."
"I reckon that you don't sleep with a pocket knife, so how did you manage to cut yourself?" Hermione asked.
"That's none of your business, Granger." He answered.
"First of all, I'm your roommate therefore it is my business and sec..." Hermione trailed off, glancing down at his arms. They were cut and bruised.
She gasped and stood up going over to him. "Alright, you need to tell me right now what happened! Did you get in a fight or something?"
She didn't know why she cared so much, maybe it's just because she a caring person.
Draco figured that he should just tell her, seeing as he won't be able to go into the bathroom until he did.
He walked away from the door and sat down on the couch, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
Hermione nodded in response, walking into the bathroom. She grabbed a clean face cloth off the towel rack and damped it with warm water.
"What are you going to do with that?" Draco asked, once Hermione came out of their bathroom.
Hermione raised the cloth to Draco's face, patting lightly on his wound which had stopped bleeding.
"I'm healing your wound." She answered.
He flinched slightly.
"Sorry," She apologized, "so what is wrong with you, really?"
"Well, about a year back, Lucius and I had an argument, over how I let a Mudblood score higher than me on my N.E.W.T," he explained, "my mother had tried to stop him, so he killed her..."
Hermione looked up at him sadly, but nodded for him to continue.
"He told me that love was weakness, then he cursed me to relive that day every time I disobeyed him."
Hermione was confused for a moment, and then she said, "Curse? What spell did he use?"
Draco shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. All I heard him say was; Subvenio."
"Hm...I've never heard of that spell, not even in the Half-Blood Prince's book." She thought aloud.
"The Half-Blood what?" He asked.
"Nothing. Alright that's all I can do for your head, for now. I've stopped the bleeding; it should heal in a few days. Do you have any other wounds I should know about?"
Draco thought for a second, then started lifting up his shirt and said, "Uh, I think I have one on my chest."
Hermione gasped. There was large purple bruise on his chest. She pushed lightly outside the wound, "Does that hurt at all?"
Draco cringed in pain the said, "Yes, Granger. That does hurt!"
She pulled back her hand slowly, looking at him with a worried expression.
"I think your rib cage is broken," Hermione told him.
"Well, can you fix it," Draco asked.
"I don't know if I can, in not that experienced. I don't really know what in doing."
Draco put his arms on shoulders, "Granger, you are the smartest person I know, besides me. If anyone can do it, you can." He reassured her.
She smiled and said, "Ok, I'll try. I'll be right back; I need to get my wand."
Draco smiled back. A sincere smile. Not a smirk. A smile.
Hermione exited her bedroom, with Crookshanks following not so far behind. She sat back down on the couch, next to Draco.
"Alright, I'm going to need you to take your shirt off," She told him, simply.
He did as told, and he began peeling his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind him.
Hermione stared for a moment at his chest; Quidditch had definitely done well to him.
Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Like what you see?"
Hermione blushed and immediately looked down at her hands.
Draco smiled; he thought that she was rather cute when she blushed. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about her like that, but he couldn't help it.
Hermione pointed her wand at his chest, trying to focus only on his bruise.
"Brackium Emendo" She spoke clearly.
She pressed again on the bruise.
"Does it still hurt?" Hermione asked.
Draco shook his head and chuckled, "See, Granger, I told you, you could do it!"
She blushed once more, looking down at her wand, smiling.
Before Draco knew what he was doing he reached out his hand, placing it on her chin, moving her head up to look at him.
Her forehead creased into a frown, but he gave her no time to react. He leaned over and he kissed her. His lips were warm on hers. He kissed her carefully, nibbling and sucking her lower lip. He groaned and pulled her in so tight she could barely breathe.
Hermione shoved against Draco's chest, pushing him away. She inhaled deeply, catching her breath. She stood up, slowly backing away from the blonde boy on the couch. Once she was far enough away from him she bolted for her bedroom door, opening it as fast as she could and then slamming it shut.
Draco rubbed his forehead, sighing. 'Why did I do that?' He thought. He eventually pushed himself off of the couch and looked over at the big clock on the wall above the fireplace.
It read 10:43 AM. It was too late to go down for breakfast, so he decided he'd just go down to the Slytherin Common Room. He walked towards the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower. He threw off the rest of his remaining clothes and stepped into the steamy shower.
As soon as Hermione heard a door close she slowly opened her door, peeking out to see if he was still in there and maybe she had heard wrong. Once she was assure that he had left the room, she tip-toed out of her bedroom and walked over to the couch and pick up her book; Hogwarts A History. She was turning around to leave when Crookshanks ran out of her room, across the Common Room and into Draco's bedroom.
"Crookshanks, get back here!" Hermione whispered.
Hermione walked quietly past the bathroom and went in Draco's room. When she first walked into the room she didn't see her cat anywhere. There was a movement under the covers of Draco's unmade bed. Hermione walked over to the bed and yanked back the sheets to see Crookshanks curled up, purring. She put her book on the bed and picked up Crookshanks and placed him in the ground, shooing him out of the room. She turned and walked out of the room, but before she could leave she ran smack into a dripping, wet Draco.
"What were you doing in my room?" Draco asked. He was completely naked except his waist, which was wrapped tightly in a dampened towel.
"I was...I was, um, getting-" she stuttered, trying to look everywhere but Draco.
"Sorry, what was that? I didn't quite understand you,"
"Crookshanks ran in here, so I came in to get him," she replied, still looking at the ground.
"Ok. Well you can leave now, unless you want to watch me get dressed," He smirked.
Hermione shook her head 'no'. She didn't want to make a fool out of herself again.
Draco backed out of the room, letting Hermione get by. He chuckled and went back into his room, shutting the door behind him.
Hermione figured that she had better get washed up to, and leave to avoid any more confrontations with Draco for the rest of the day. She reached the bathroom door and was about to go in when she realized that she forgot her book on Draco's bed when she went to move Crookshanks.
Hermione walked back up to the bedroom door and without knocking, she opened it.
"I just need to get my..." she stopped when she saw that Draco was standing fully nude in the middle of his room, "...book."
Hermione didn't know if she meant to or not, but her eyes were glued on his manhood.
Draco took his time to wrap his towel back around his waist when he saw her staring. He looked back up at her averted eyes, "If you wanted to see me naked, Granger, you could have just asked," He laughed.
Hermione's cheeks turned a deep crimson, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- I just left my book," She walked over to his bed and picked up her book, hugging it to her chest.
"Well, Granger. You've got your book. If that is all I would like to finish getting changed, you know unless you would like to sit and watch me?" He winked at the girl, who was now tomato faced.
"No I'm fine, thank you," she said, still looking downcast, too embarrassed to look at him.
"Suit yourself, Granger!" Draco told her, placing his hand on Hermione's lower back, pushing her slowly to the door.
Hermione walked out of the room as fast as she could; once she got out she sprinted for the bathroom door, slamming it shut.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the wait. I've been busy, but you all probably don't wanna hear about that. On another subject, did you like it?
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