Memo: Okay... I was really really really bored so I updated two chapters in a row XD
Hermione lay down on the couch, a small grin playing across her lips. The weekend and half the week had passed flawlessly. She was feeling better than ever and had written quick, sincere and still lie-filled letters to her parents, reassured her best friends that she was feeling better than ever, and she hadn't had a single run-in with Malfoy.
Ever since the incident with the boys in their boxers, he seemed to have disappeared completely.
Sometimes she heard him rustling about and cursing in his bedroom, or showering in his bathroom, but that was the extent of it. He no longer lounged on the couch half naked reading the morning paper as if he really cared what was going on in the world. He read it for cryptic messages hidden in the text. He was constantly searching for articles that had to do with his father, Voldemort, and Death Eaters in general.
He thought he hid this well by pretending to read some strange human interest story about how a woman raised three troublesome witches on her own while withholding the job of a waitress, or some equally unusual piece for someone like Draco to read.
Hermione's eyes had glanced over the pages the couple times she had peered over his shoulder before he disappeared into the depths of his bedroom. On the same page there was an article about the further investigation of suspected Death Eaters, or about how the children of former/current Death Eaters were getting along and/or being treated.
Hermione knew that Malfoy had not been mentioned in the article for the amount of money and power his father held. He could simply erase any reporter who flawed his name further from the face of the world, and no one would say boo to stop him.
So she while she lay there on the couch, resting her eyes, she couldn't help but be alarmed at the sound of heavy breathing.
She opened her eyes and saw Malfoy hovering over her, his eyes bearing into hers with an intensity that could have fried an egg.
With a cry Hermione shot up. When she shot up, she accidentally rammed her head into Malfoy. His nose, to be specific, and he bled quite profusely.
"OW!" Oh my, he let out a string of curse words that made Hermione's eyes widen. Here she had been thinking mudblood was bad!
"Oh Malfoy I'm so sorry!" she said and reached out towards him. Blood dribbled down his chin and he tried to pinch his nose but just winced.
"Look what you've done, Granger! You stupid mudblood!" he hissed, though sounding rather funny with his nose clogged and/or plugged but his red fingertips. Anger filled Hermione.
"Just stay still! I'm trying to help you!" she said and reached out for him again. He swatted her hands away.
"You've done enough already!" he snarled at her. He began fumbling around. Wheres my bloody wand? He mumbled to himself. Hermione rolled her eyes and reached into her robe.
"Malfoy, here, let me..."
"NO!"
"It's a simple illusion charm! I don't want to take the chance of messing anything up, seeing as you're being so stubborn!" Hermione snapped. Malfoy swatted her away with his free hand. "Stop being such a prat! Stand still before I shove this wand up your nose! I don't think it can handle much more, either!" she hissed at him, ignoring the lump forming on her forehead.
He groaned and pulled his hands away.
"May I?" she gestured and he shrugged. She touched it delicately and he winced, tears brimming his full-moon-on-the-water eyes. She sighed. "Well, luckily it's not broken. Very close, though. It's going to be very painful," she sighed. She reached up and muttered a charm. Malfoy's nose shrank immediately and took on its previously perfect state, but blood still covered his face. "Now come with me," she said and sat him down on the couch.
"What are you going to do?" Malfoy asked nervously, his voice still a little plugged up.
Hermione hadn't healed him, after all. She had simply made him appear to be in perfect state.
She rushed to the bathroom and her eyes skimmed over the bottles before she snatched one. She then took a roll of toilet paper, filled up a small pail of water, and came back into the Common Room, where Malfoy still sat.
Hermione took a seat next to him and then quickly undid the lid to the bottle.
"What is that?" he asked again, forgetting his first unanswered question. She pulled out a single pill.
"Here, swallow this. Do you need water?" she asked him. He shook his head and held the pill in his fingertips.
"What is that?" he asked again. Hermione sighed.
"It will numb and relieve what you feel now," she answered him quietly and started to roll up some tissue. He stared at it strangely.
"Are you talking about a pain killer?" he asked in surprise, his voice sounding very humorous because he sounded so strange and still tried to be serious. He had such a funny look on her face.
"Yes, now take it already!" she warned him, her hand wrapped in toilet paper. He popped it into his mouth and swallowed, eyeing her suspiciously. Why did Hermione need painkillers?
"Don't you need them though?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I can go without one, tomorrow. It's my fault you're in pain right now, anyway," she said simply. She lightly dipped the paper in the water and began to wash his face off gently. "Now just hold still," she said quietly and began to nibble on her lip as she concentrated on avoiding his hurt nose. He felt strange letting her clean him up like this, but he really didn't mind being taken care of.
Still, he couldn't bear the awkward silence.
"You're right, it was your fault," he said simply. Hermione shot him a death glare.
"You're supposed to assure me that it was your fault, which it was," she said and then continued to wipe off his chin. She had to admit it was firm and strong. She imagined just for a moment what it would have been like to kiss the soft curve of it. She shuddered when she realized she was fantasizing about making MALFOY shudder with pleasure.
"But it wasn't my fault. Even you said so," Malfoy pointed out. Hermione had cleaned up his face, but unfortunately (though it wasn't broken) she had damaged the nose very badly and it had dribbled down his neck and spotted his bare chest.
"If you weren't hovering over me like that I never would have jumped in surprise," Hermione said in annoyance. Malfoy craned his neck gently to the side and let her gently rub away the blood. Why did he just have to look so attractive in that position. His head was craned back so lightly. She could almost see the pulse in his throat, throbbing wildly. She wanted to press her lips against it, let her tongue explore the throb of his heart in his throat...
"And you called me a mudblood!" Hermione spat as she tried to force the thought aside viciously. The medication did such horrible things to her. 'Sexual side affects' was an understatement. She furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip as she tried to think of all the horrible things Malfoy had said to her in the past.
She also tried to ignore the fact that, though she had the best intentions at heart when she gave him the painkiller, it was that in which caused the sexual side affects. Actually, almost all of them caused sexual side affects according to the warning. Three out of the five, at least! So now she was hyped up on medical induced hormones with a boy whose testosterone was naturally on an unusual high with a little help of happy in what she had given him illegally at that! She had just distributed a drug!
Oh the thoughts made her grimace.
"Well if you hadn't fallen asleep on my shirt, I wouldn't have hovered over you while trying to wake you up!" Draco snapped back and yanked his shirt from underneath Hermione and pulled it up. This gesture caused Hermione to fall forward, her hands catching her balance on his chest. She could feel his hot breath on her forehead.
She leaned back instantly, red with embarrassment. Malfoy just grinned at her, a new agenda in his sparkling eyes.
Hermione could see it and could recognize it. Why had she given him the painkiller?
She had to act as if everything was normal and nothing fazed her, but as a matter of fact she wanted nothing more than to kiss Malfoy until his full-moon-on-the-water eyes turned a burning red with a desire that Hermione would more than happily fulfil.
"Fine, it was both our faults," she murmured. She changed the toilet paper again and dabbed it in the water. There were several spots on his chest where the blood had dripped. They had dried so she was going to have to pick at it a little. She was afraid to touch him, but knew that he would get suspicious or make some sort of comment if she didn't.
She rubbed at his chest, amazed at how it felt as if it were carved of stone. His eyes were locked on her, a coy little smile on his pale face. She refused to look him in the eye. She could feel her face growing warmer and redder. She cleared her throat and continued to rub the blood off his chest.
Why had she felt so responsible as to clean Draco up in the first place? Maybe it was because he was so immature he reminded her of a little boy she babysat that had gotten covered in fudge. She had done just this, only she had thought of it merely as cleaning him up.
Hermione's imagination was going wild with things she wanted to do with Malfoy. This caused her expression to harden and she focused more on getting the dry specks of blood off.
Draco reached up and played with a bang that had fallen into Hermione's eye. No matter how much she enjoyed the feeling, she swatted the hand away. It just returned and began to play with her hair again, this time more sensuously.
"You're pretty when you concentrate... or are you angry? Either way it's very... attracting, he whispered quietly and leaned in closer. Hermione leaned back, her breathing heavy and shallow at the same time.
"Draco... it's the painkiller... sometimes it has weird effects... but you have to fight it, she said in a half whisper. The medication was soaring through her blood ever more than his. What was the difference? Why could she slightly manage to control her urges and here Malfoy was, practically on top of her?
"I don't want to fight it," he mumbled, his eyes entrancing. He pressed his forehead against hers and continued to lean in, causing her to lean back farther. She had been sitting cross-legged and facing him when it started, and she now cursed herself for her choice of sitting.
"It feels good," he added and nuzzled Hermione's cheek. The feeling made Hermione's eyelids flutter. Senses came to her.
"Draco... we can't do this. We'll just regret it tomorrow..."
"That's tomorrow, this is today," he mumbled. Sadly, Hermione understood his sense so perfectly right then that as he stole a kiss from her gently, she let him take it. His lips were so soft at first. It was as if she were barely kissing a flower.
"Malfoy..." she whispered against him and somehow that set him off. He leaned into the kiss with such dominance and strength that she had no choice but to give in against him. He lay on top of her, the firmness of his body against her making her insides scream that this was right; this was the way it was supposed to be.
The lust and attraction she felt for him was rooted deeper than anything medication could do, though she refused to admit it.
She was trapped beneath him, but she didn't mind the feeling. She felt so safe between underneath his body and in the grasp of his strong arms. He kissed her so softly and yet so passionately Hermione wanted to cry. She felt everything she had desired to feel for so long. She had cut herself off physically and emotionally from everyone, and she could practically feel Malfoy's mind reaching out to her just as his body was. He was yearning for something deeper than physical pleasure. She knew it, because she felt the same.
Was she imagining this? Of course it was the medication's entire fault that she let him deepen the kiss.
'Stupid Medication'It was the medication that made him do it in the first place! She took a fistful of his hair and kissed him with everything she had, making sure he knew that she wasn't one to be taken lightly.
"Granger," he whispered roughly against her lips and slipped his arms around her waist and placed his hands at the small of his back. Hermione was a seventeen year old girl who had barely even kissed a boy. The hormones stored inside of her, the incredible skill of the boy who dominated their actions at this point of time, her desperation for love and the medication making all of this set a fire deep within her that she thought would never burn out.
One of his hands travelled up her back, causing delightful shivers to spread up her spine. It reached the base of her neck and massaged it gently. How was it possible that someone could be so good at something? Did Malfoy really have so much experience that his touch made her burn with such a fire she was melting even herself?
His fingers brushed across something along the scalp of her neck. Something thick and swollen with thread running in and out.
Whatever high Hermione had been on, that simple touch brought her crashing down to reality. Back to Hogwarts, Back to hell.
She shoved him off of her and scrambled backwards as far as she could. He was left there, breathless. His eyes looked at her with everything she had felt just moments before.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Hermione could see the place where she had so firmly taken hold of his hair. Shame rooted so deeply in her heart. She was filled with a pain and loneliness that made her feel as if the few moments of pleasure she had just experienced was not worth it.
"It's not real," she whispered and turn, fleeing from Malfoy's confused stare. He glowered and stared at his hands, his nose still throbbing painfully.
The painkiller hadn't kicked in yet.