Forbidden Feelings

Chapter 15

Hey there! After I think it's 2 years, I've finally got some internet access by using my phone, and after deciding I want to carry on with this story, I've managed to update this using my mobile. I have no idea if anyone will actually be reading this seeing as it's been so long, but thank you so much if you do, and I'm sorry for the wait! Anyway, here it is :)

Hermione

Hermione yawned, running a hand through her hair. After telling Professor McGonagall she felt too unwell to do patrolling on her own tonight, she'd resumed her seat on the sofa in the Head common room, staring at the portrait door in hope of Draco returning. Ginny had stopped by again earlier that day, convinced there was something else wrong other then a migraine. Hermione had forced a smile and told her to stop worrying so much, that all she needed was a good nights sleep.

She stood up, walking over to the kettle to make a pot of tea. As she stirred the mug, she looked at the door again and shook her head. Although she knew Draco wouldn't be returning, she couldn't help but hope he might change his mind, return to her and hold her, and promise everything will be okay. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror as she returned back to her seat. Her hair was a mess, strands falling out of the knot she had on the top of her head. Her face was pale, and there were dark shadows underneath her eyes. She sighed, and started smiling, smiling in disbelief at the events of this year, smiling at the fact that she can't eat, can't sleep, because Draco Malfoy is missing. A few months ago she would have been relieved that he'd gone. And she would have laughed hysterically at the idea of falling in love with him. In love...

Hermione swallowed down the lump in her throat as tears threatened to spill. Why did he leave? Why couldn't he have stayed and got through this with her? Why did he have to rip her heart out and leave her feeling like her whole world's come crashing down? She shut her eyes as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. She felt exhausted, and wished she could just sleep, even for a few hours, just to get away from the hurt, the pain...she stood up, knowing that if she couldn't fall asleep naturally, there was always magic.

Putting her still full mug down, she exited the common room, making her way to the hospital wing, hoping Madam Pomfrey would be avaliable.

'Miss Granger! What a pleasant surprise! What can I do for you?'

Hermione smiled, clearing her throat as she spied the witch making her way towards her. 'I'm..I'm having trouble sleeping, and..well I was wondering if I could have a bottle of sleeping draught?'

Madam Pomfrey cocked her head to one side, staring into her eyes. 'You do look a bit peaky. Wait there.'

Hermione watched while the witch sorted through her potions, finally returning with a little glass bottle.

'Here.' She handed it to Hermione.

'Thank you so much.' She sighed gratefully.

'Miss Granger..is there something else wrong? You really don't look yourself.' Madam Pomfrey looked concerned.

Hermione swallowed, plastering a fake smile on her face. 'I'm fine, just tired! Thank you so much!' She turned on her heel and walked quickly out of the hospital wing before Madam Pomfrey could utter another word.

'Oy, Granger!'

As she walked along the corridor towards her common room, she heard a snarling voice behind her, and whipped round, coming face to face with Pansy Parkinson.

'What?' She snapped in reply.

'Where's Draco? He hasn't been in lessons all day, or turned up for dinner!'

Hermione closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pain that seared through her heart at his name.

'Well?!' Pansy's voice snapped her out of her daydream.

She swallowed down the hurt and anger that was slowly rising through her, and narrowed her eyes at Pansy. 'And how am I supposed to know where your pathetic little weasel of a boyfriend is?' She snapped aggressively.

Pansy's eyes widened in surprise at the hostility in Hermione's voice. 'You ought to watch yourself Granger. There are a lot of people that don't want you here. And they are willing to do something about it.' She snarled threateningly.

'I don't have time for this.' Hermione muttered, turning her back on Pansy and walking into her common room.

She pulled the tiny glass bottle of sleeping draught from her robes, staring at the turquoise liquid and sighing. She made her way to bed, but instead of going to her own room, she went to Draco's, slipping into her pyjamas and burying herself under his duvet. She breathed in his scent which still layed on the pillows, and sat up, taking the small bottle which sat on his bedside table and bringing it to her lips, swallowing its contents. Sure enough, as she layed back down surrounding herself in Draco's scent, she felt her eyelids start to droop, and finally found herself falling into a deep sleep.

Draco

'Eggs Draco?'

Draco looked up at his father, who was smiling at him cooly.

'No. Thank you.' He muttered.

Lucius dismissed the house elf that was stood next to him, and sat down across the table from his son.

'Tell me Draco, what's the matter? I thought you'd be thrilled your father's out of Azkaban.'

Draco looked up at his father. Thrilled? He was distraught. Distraught that the new life he'd just started to make for himself was now destroyed. Distraught that he'd had to leave Hermione behind, the one person who understood him, who he loved. He hated being back at the manor, where he'd grown up. His father and the death eaters had managed to hide out there, disapparating into the nearest forest when the place was searched.

'I am thrilled.' He replied quietly.

'You certainly don't seem it.'

'Sorry.'

'Tell me Draco. Do you want to help your father out?'

'Of course, of course I do.'

'Well you better pull yourself together. We have work to do.'

'Work?'

'Yes, work.' He threw Draco a disgusted look. 'Unless you want Potter to live and the whole wizard world be run by Mudbloods and traitors?'

'I don't.'

'Good. You better get your act together son. Or we all might get different ideas on where your loyalties lie.' Lucius stood up, walking towards the door.

'Father.' Draco said quietly.

'What is it?'

'Well, I was thinking, maybe I should go back to Hogwarts.'

'What.' Lucious' face was thunderous.

'If I'm there I can keep an eye on Potter and his friends. I share my dorm with the Mudblood.' Draco clenched his teeth as he said that word.

Lucius narrowed his eyes at his son, and searched his face suspiciously. Draco swallowed nervously, hoping that nothing in his expression gave away his true feelings.

'Good thinking, Draco. Yes, that's a good idea. Get back to school immediately. And you can Owl me with any information.' Draco sighed in relief as his father answered him.

'Okay Father.'

Lucius gave him a small satisfied smile before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Draco let out another relieved sigh as the door closed. Eager to get back to Hermione, he made his way upstairs. Leaving her was one of the hardest things he'd had to do. He hated the thought of hurting her, breaking her heart, and worried for her safety. While staying at his old home the past few days, he'd heard his father's plans, he'd witnessed the meetings with fellow Death Eaters. They planned to kill Potter, invade the castle once again and destroy everyone there, apart from the Slytherin students. They wanted revenge for what Potter had done to their master, and they wanted all muggle borns destroyed.

Draco shuddered as his father's plans ran through his mind. He had to protect Hermione. He would put his life on it, as his heart belonged to her. Every beat, every breath he took, it was for her. She was his life, everything he lived for. And he would not let anyone hurt her. So he had to think of a plan, and fast.

He left his home later that evening, hoping to get into the castle unnoticed. He wondered if any of the professors had noticed his disappearence, whether Hermione had covered for him if they'd been suspicious. He successfully managed to walk through the castle unseen, having had to duck extremely quickly out of view when he spotted Pansy Parkinson chatting animatedly to a bored Theodre Nott. Saying the password to the portrait hurriedly, he entered the common room, spotting Hermione straight away. Her back was facing him, and she was sprawled across the floor in front of one of the squashy armchairs, deeply absorbed in a book. He cleared his throat, unsure of what reaction he was going to get as he whispered. 'Hermione.'

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