This was her third time waking up at night. She never had sleeping problems before, but it's happening now. The third time, she couldn't go back asleep. Her head hurt and so did her stomach. She turned to face her lovely husband, sleeping right next to her. She quietly took his arms off of her and went downstairs.
Why was she in so much pain? She hissed to herself when another kick came into her body. She guessed it was food poisoning; she shouldn't of let Ron cook. She took some medication and laid on the couch. About an hour passed, and the pain was still there – worse, if possible. She wanted to scream, but she didn't want to cause a commotion in the house. It was 3:30 AM and she needed her kids to sleep, especially Rose. When she put her mind to something, she did it till she got it. She was about to call Ginny, but she was probably sleeping by now. Her last resort was Malfoy. Hermione picked up her phone, and dialed his number quickly.
The phone was ringing a couple times, he was sleeping. Right after she took the phone off her ear, she heard a voice.
"Hello?" she said, shocked that he was actually up.
"Yes?" he mumbled, angrily.
He did just wake up. Hermione sighed, now she was going to deal with an angry Malfoy. Not good. "I don't feel good, it's morning time and I have no one to talk to."
"Go back to sleep, like I'm about to do." He insisted, he had to repeat that a couple times, since Hermione could barely hear. His tone more frustrated than before.
"You think I didn't try? I keep waking up!"
"Take a sleeping potion, I dunno," he mumbled again. She thought he would help her, she was wrong.
"Like I would have any potions in my house," she said, "but whatever. Good night."
Hermione really didn't want to hang up on him, and she was secretly happy when he replied to that. "Do you want me to talk to you until you feel better?" he said, "Well, do you?"
How would it make her look if she said yes? Desperate? She didn't want it to seem like that, but she didn't really care what he thought at the moment. Just to get the pain away was all that she wanted.
"I would like that very much, actually." She said, with happiness in her tone.
"Of course you do, prat." He said, his voice becoming louder and she could hear it better. She laughed at this; it made her smile that he would give up his sleeping time to talk to her for a little bit. It scared her a little as well, they shouldn't even be friends.
Hours went on, and they were mindlessly talking about Quidditch, their kids, and going to different parts of the world. It was nice to have someone like this to talk to. Not even once did they even scream or yell, it was a nice regular conversation. She didn't even realize the time.
"Do you feel better yet?" he asked.
"Hmm, yeah. I feel good. Do you want to sleep now?"
He chuckled. "Well, it would be nice. But it's almost time to get my kid up."
She looked at the clock. It was already 5:30; she had to get her kids up in a half an hour! She was panicking. "Oh Merlin! I didn't even know the time! Sorry about your lack of sleep!"
"You apologize way too much. It's fine, I wasn't going to go to sleep after you called me, anyway."
"My kids are coming over later," she said, "I don't think you'll mind."
"Ah, precious Rose," she blushed a little as he said that, "and mischievous Hugo. I adore both."
When she heard that, she wanted to cry. She never thought Malfoy's words could affect her so much. He wouldn't lie to her; he really did mean what he said.
"That was…surprisingly sweet. Out of character, is better to say."
"I can surprise you, too."
"I guess so. I have to go make some coffee, I'll talk to you later."
"Perhaps you'll call me late at night again."
"Maybe." They both hung up afterwards, with still a smile upon her face. She couldn't get Malfoy's voice out of her mind after he said that. She hasn't even heard Ron say such nice things in a while.
She sighed as she started making her everyday coffee. She shouldn't be as close with Malfoy as she is right now. It was bad enough that she was feeling something for the blonde. There was something very different about him, which she liked a lot. She felt strange whenever she was at least five feet away from him, in a weird way. There was something different – she just didn't know what yet.
Since she met Malfoy though, she was comparing him to Ronald much more than she should have. Ron never took her to places that Malfoy did in a day. He actually knows how to have fun instead of going straight to bed every night. Also, he was an amazing kisser which she could never get enough of. She was having another affair for Merlin's sake! The thought itself made her sick to her stomach, what would the others think?
"Hermione?" Ron interrupted her thoughts, mumbling down the stairs. "Oh, I thought you left again! Got me worried sick for a few seconds."
"I wouldn't leave without telling you," Hermione assured him. She felt guiltier that she didn't really mind if he got worried sick. She wanted to talk to Malfoy at the moment, but he was probably sleeping now. He put his arms around her waist, but she felt no romance towards it. No spark whatsoever. She let that thought go and put on a smile. After a moment of silence, she noticed the coffee. "I made some just right now; I have to get the kids up. You can have some if you wish." They both noticed she said that way too formally, and she only does that when she is nervous. Ron cocked his eyebrows, but Hermione ignored that and went upstairs.
She walked her way to Rose's room, which to her surprise, she was already up and almost ready. Rose looked at her and giggled. Rose was changing by the day, which freaked Hermione out a little bit. "I'm going to Scorpius' house today."
"I know, I know," Hermione said, "and if I didn't, I'm going to hear it from Hugo about twenty times before you leave school."
"That's true," Rose agreed. "Before you ask, I will still do whatever you asked me too. It's not going to be easy, though. Draco is a very sneaky man."
"Yeah, I know," Hermione mumbled. "You're using his first name?" she asked, noticing what she just said. She was shocked by how close they actually were. Closer than her and Ron, of course. Rose just laughed again; Hermione knew she wasn't going to get a full answer from her. "How are you and Scorpius?" she asked, she was really curious.
"We're best friends, mom," she told her, "closer, actually. We're not going to go out, though. That's stupid. We put our minds together and we're trying to do something."
"And that is…?"
"You were supposed to wake Hugo up about five minutes ago. I don't know about you, but an annoyed Hugo in the morning makes me want to jump off a cliff."
It got her quite annoyed that Rose wouldn't answer any of her questions. She was still the stubborn girl that she always was; she didn't think that would change any day soon. She watched Rose get out of her room, which again surprised her because by now Rose would have been bugging her to get out of her room. Just then, another question popped into her head.
"Rose?" Hermione asked, "What do you think about your dad?"
Rose looked at her for a moment, hesitating. "I'm not sure, I guess," She finally spoke, "I guess nothing."
"You think nothing of him?" she repeated what Rose said, and she just shrugged. Hermione knew she should have been angrier at that reply, but she didn't. She knew Rose wasn't really fond of Ronald, but when it came out of her mouth it shocked her a little bit. What if Hermione finally felt nothing? Was she turning out like Rose? She has been closer to the Malfoy's than Ron, and she's been very secretive.
She walked out of Rose's room, feeling a bit lonely. It's hard, trying to love someone that you feel nothing for.
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"Mom! I'll be at Scor-"
"We know!" Hermione and Rose said in unison. Hugo looked defeated. He was always a morning person, which annoyed the rest of the family members. Hugo did leave the family with some humor, though.
"'Mione!" Ron yelled, through the living room, "You have work today, right?"
Her stomach always turned in knots whenever he asked her about work. She hated lying, to him especially. What if he ever caught her? She tried not to hesitate. "Yeah, leaving as soon as the kids do, got a busy day and I just want to finish it earlier."
"You'll be home earlier?"
"I don't know, maybe."
She thought about it for a second. What if Rose was caught? Her and Malfoy's friendship finally faded? She hated thinking about it, but Rose probably thought Malfoy was more of a father figure than Ron was at points. No, if she wanted to figure out what was happening between them two, Hermione would do it by herself. Like Rose said before, it would be hard. Easier said than done, actually. She tugged Rose's t-shirt and brought her to the corner for a second.
"Don't do what I asked you to do last night," Hermione told her. "I'll do it myself."
Rose shrugged, not affected that Hermione told her not to do something sneaky, but Rose was a master at hiding her emotions. "If you say so, but I really got to catch the bus now. HUGO!" Rose screeched as she saw her brother run up the stairs, he forgot something once again. Hermione let her go and got ready to go to the Malfoy's house afterward. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. She told him her identity, she should get something back.
After she watched Hugo run to the bus, since Rose left without him. She went upstairs and put on her best clothes—which wasn't amazing, but it would have to do. She put her hair in a straight bun; she looked very business woman like. She also liked her face better when it was up.
"Merlin, you look good" Ron said as she put lipstick on her. She did have to say, she looked different than any other day. She liked this change, she might keep it. She smiled and thanked him quickly as she got her keys. "You really have to go so soon?"
He came to the back of her and started to put his hands around her waist. She felt no passion whatsoever in it anymore. She gulped, thinking of what to say. She really didn't want to ruin her outfit. "I really need to finish work. I'll call you if I get out early." She said, as she pushed him away lightly. She had a firm grip to her keys and walked out the door, leaving him again. She really hoped Malfoy would let her in this time of day.
She revved up her engine and heard it roar. She let herself drive, letting her go wherever she wanted to go now. She remembered when she first went to Malfoy, she was regretting leaving Ron in such a state. Now, she didn't even have him in mind right now. All that was there was Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy. She felt her foot press harder against the gas pedal. This was the fastest she ever went, she enjoyed every second of it.
She even hid her phone at home, just in case she ever felt the need to call Ron, but she doubt that would have happened. Would Ginny or Harry ever talk to her again if they knew about what was happening? She doubt that, too. Knowing that she would break Ginny's heart that she left her brother for Harry's enemy.
She didn't even want to stop at Raymond's Café and Book Shop; she felt no need to anymore. She only went there since she had nowhere else to go, and that Ron would be caught dead being in there. She knew that she was welcomed at Malfoy's place, and that Ronald would never look for her there. He probably wouldn't even step a foot at that house without his wand. He should bring one too; Malfoy was still never fond of him.
She finally saw his house, still looking so scary as ever. She parked her car a house away, making sure her entrance was a surprise. Hopefully, a good one. She never noticed how long his driveway was, it seemed forever before she finally got to the door. She bit her lip. She didn't know if this was a good idea or not, but she loved spending her time with the Slytherin. Slowly, she knocked on the door.
When he opened, he had a loose button up t-shirt that wasn't even button anyway, so it showed his chest. His hair was a hot mess, roaming all over the place, but it seemed as if he made it like that. His face was tired, but it suddenly shot with surprise as he saw her.
"Jesus!" he said, looking at her head to toe a couple times. "Someone dressed up."
"Someone dressed down," she replied, looking at his outfit he was wearing at the moment. He gave her an evil glare, but let her in while she said that.
"I just woke up," he said, looking at her, he still looked shocked by how she was looking. "Of course I wouldn't be looking my best, but I'm sure as hell I still look bloody fine."
She agreed in her mind, too shy to actually say it to his face. He already knew it, so he didn't need her to say it to know it's true. She decided to stand up, she felt very jumpy suddenly. Also, she felt another emotion get to her. She didn't know why she had the need to touch Malfoy, even just a simple hug would do. She guessed it was probably the incredible cologne he had on that she smelled while walking in.
"What makes you come here so early in the morning?"
"I'm not so sure, to be honest. I like talking to you."
"Of course you do," Malfoy hissed in her ear as he did the same thing as Ron did this morning, but Hermione felt so much passion into it that she couldn't even speak. She decided not to as she let his hands roam around her stomach area and back to her waist. "Tell me why."
"Shut up!" she whispered as she turned in front of him and found his lips against hers. She opened her mouth, demanding more from him. He did exactly what she wanted her to do, and his tongue was suddenly with hers, rougher than ever. He laid her down onto his couch, she didn't even notice. He took his lips away from hers and quickly went lower to her neck. She moaned in pleasure as he kept nibbling at a sensitive spot right under her ear.
She had her hands at his chest, roaming around the limited areas she had before she ripped the shirt he had on off of him. He groaned as his hands were at her chest as well. He put his hand under her shirt, begging for more.
"Draco…" she said so soft that he doubt he heard. "Draco!" she now yelled, she didn't mean to push him away, but she remembered why she was here again. Not to have sex with him! She looked at him; his eyes were glowing, with frustration and lust. It was a green glow, it was the scariest thing she ever seen.
"I need to talk to you," she said, as calm as possible. She tried not to tremble. "I really do."
"Hermione," he said, darkly. His tone made her get goose bumps. It wasn't a tone he used with her when he was little, or when he was mad. She never heard his voice get so low before, what was happening? "You need to go. Before you get hurt. NOW!" he bellowed, as pain etched on his face. He began to scream in agony, louder than ever. "Listen to me!"
"Draco!" she said, not listening to a word he just said. What she was witnessing hurt her more than ever. She got closer to him, trying to figure out what was happening.
The second her skin touched his, a shot of neon green light covered the whole light. It was now Hermione who was screaming for her life. It felt as if every bone in her body was breaking, her lungs were on fire and her skin was slowly ripping apart. She knew she was dying, she knew it.
"Hermione!" was the last thing she heard before she closed her eyes and passed out, anything was better than this.
"Hello?" Hermione said, not knowing whether she was actually up or not.
"Can you hear me?" she heard a voice say, was it just her speaking to herself?
"Draco?" she asked.
"Soon you won't be able to hear me, don't worry. Oh God…"
"What happened?!?"
"Shh. You're at the hospital. Weasley will be here soon. I'm staying and taking you home."
"Good. And you're telling me everything. Whatever you've been writing in that book and whatever happened now. I'm staying with you through this no matter what right now. Even if this is myself talking, you better promise me."
"I promise. I won't hurt you anymore. Now shh, get rest. The effects are going to wear off soon, you'll be up before you know it, I swear."
"You better. I don't want to feel alone after you leave."
"I would never."
"Draco?" she never got another answer.
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Draco had his head in his hands, disappointed that he would let Hermione near him. He should of ran as far away from her as soon as she pushed him away. He knew better…
"What the hell? MALFOY?" Ron yelled, barging through the hospital door. He ran up to his face. Malfoy suddenly sprang from his chair next to the hospital bed and stood up in front of Ron. Draco was about an inch taller than Ron, which was saying much since Ronald was a tall man. He had anger roaming in his eyes, while Malfoy was very calm, he would of flipped out on him if he wasn't Hermione's husband. He hissed at that.
"I don't know what she saw in you, Weasley," Draco whispered right to his face. "But all I know is that I'm taking her back to my house. She apparently needs me more than you."
"You hurt her! She's my fucking wife, she's coming back with me, I'm going to let you kill her like you tried to kill Harry!"
"Don't you know how to whisper?" he said, "She's trying to sleep. Don't wake her up; I don't think she wants to see you making such a commotion."
"Oh, go back to your death eater friends, Malfoy!" he continued to yell. Ron was suddenly at the wall, with Draco's hands on his throat. He grinned.
"She will be going with me. Like it or not, I don't care. You should be grateful I even got a nurse to contact you, just to let you hear that Hermione will be coming with me. If you don't want to hear it, I suggest you fuck off."
He let his hands away, and gave him a sneer. Ron had nothing to say afterward, he was probably still in shock that he used her name instead of using "mudblood" or "Granger". He laughed at the thought and sat back down next to Hermione. He only hoped that she would wake soon, it scared him a little to know that he couldn't talk to her telepathically anymore, even if it was only for a few minutes. He knew he would have to tell her everything, and she had to pick either to stay or to go. He knew problems were going to get worse after this.
"Mr. Malfoy?" a doctor came in, looking towards Ron. He shook his head in disgust and pointed to Draco. The doctor smiled. "Mrs. Malfoy will be fine; her head got mildly hurt from that fall. She can leave as soon as she wakes, but I suggest she should lay down when she gets home."
"Thanks," Draco said to the doctor and gave a death look to Ron right after the doctor left them two again.
"Mrs. Malfoy? Are you kidding me?" Ron said, laughing. "That's probably the most stupid thing I heard. What happened to your wife, Malfoy? Kill her since she wasn't a pureblood, eh?"
"Fuck off, Weasley, before I kill you. That's a promise."
He kept his mouth shut once again, being scared of Draco's word. His look went back to Hermione as he heard a small movement from her body. His eyes shot up, she was awake! "Hermione!" he whispered, but loud enough that Hermione and Ron heard.
She smiled softly, "Yeah," she mumbled, before coughing. "I don't like this room. Can I get out?"
"Of course," Draco said, "I told you that you'll be coming back to my house. Weasley just wanted to make sure you're okay, right?" he said, looking at him with a dirty look.
" 'Mione, are you serious? You're going to his house? What have you been doing? Why is he involved in this?"
It was too much for her to handle, she still had a massive headache. She felt a hand in hers, gripping it tightly, trying to give her support. She sighed, washing the headache away from her thoughts. "Ronald, I have to go with him. I promise I'll be back," she said, not looking at his reaction and letting Malfoy pick her up and bring her to his car. She tried to ignore the stuff he was saying, it was quite hard because he was yelling.
"It'll be okay, didn't I promise I won't hurt you anymore?"
"So you did hear?" she asked in amazement, "I wasn't really talking to myself?"
He chuckled lightly. "You weren't going crazy." He assured her as he gently placed her in the passenger's seat.
She let them drive in silence as she tried to get the headache out of her system. It felt like a pinch to the pain she felt today, though. This was the most caring state she ever saw Malfoy in. It felt nice, actually.
"Draco." She mumbled.
"Yes?"
"You're telling me every little thing I need to know. I can't stand people who hide secrets from me."
"You're being hypocritical, dear," he said, "I will tell you everything, don't worry."
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