Chapter 19 : Warm-up's Underway
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Wait till the warm-up's underway
Wait till our lips have met
Wait till you see that sunshine day
You aint seen nothin yet
Wait till your charms are right, for the arms to surround
You think you've flown before, but you aint left the ground
-Michael Buble, The Best is Yet To Come
Hermione was still crying in the waiting room of the hospital, despite Draco’s consoling her.
“It’s my fault,” she kept on repeating. “I should have stayed away from him.”
Noah had been so jealous of Draco; he wanted to take over his life. Draco had looked into Noah’s notebooks and found a whole bunch of stuff.
His initial plan was:
1. Take Noel
2. Take Hermione
3. Kill Draco
Apparently, he would run too…to Mexico…but that was weird because that would work if one was in the Americas…but in Britain….creepy bloke.
“It wasn’t your fault. It was no one’s fault that he was messed in the head,” he said. “I’m just grateful that we got him before he got to you. I never knew he was such a freak.”
She cried, and between sobs she got up and wrapped her arms around herself while Noel was getting a full body check up. Draco got up and enveloped her from behind; his chest to her back. He dipped his head low and gave her a small kiss on her cheek near her ear. The slightest touch sent shivers down her body. She was positive he felt it too, since he stiffened and then relaxed again.
The rotating door to the hospital opened and in walked Joey Carstairs. She immediately stopped at the sight of Draco’s arms wrapped around ‘the-girl-who-was-almost-always-in-the-way’. She saw both of their eyes closed; they were swaying side to side.
Hermione’s eyes opened, as she sensed another presence, “Draco, it’s Joey.”
He turned stiff, eyes opened. He unfolded himself from around Hermione, but stayed close.
“Hey,” Joey said.
“Hey,” he replied.
“How are you?” she asked. Only it sounded more like ‘how are you, DRACO, not the other girl’
“I’ve been better,” he said.
“Are you doing well?” she asked Hermione, finally. Hermione nodded. She extended her hand, Joey took it.
“Well how is everything progressing?” she asked, hands now in the front pockets of her worn jeans.
“She’s not some sort of computer download, Joanna, she’s little girl. She doesn’t progress,” he said sharply.
“Why do you do this to me?” she said, hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, noting the hurt in her voice. “I haven’t slept in awhile. But you shouldn’t have come Jo.”
She mentally smiled. He had called her Jo.
“I’m her mother,” she said.
“That’s the thing. You’re her mother…but not her mom. She’s yours by birth, but you weren’t there for her when she needed you.”
“I was nineteen,” she replied, tears leaking from her eyes.
“And I was only a year older. I didn’t abandon her…I think you should leave us to be for awhile. Give us a day. We can deal with all this tomorrow.”
“I’ll call you, later, Draco,” she said. She nodded to Hermione, “Nice to meet you again.”
“Pleasure,” Hermione said with a much warmer smile she was been given.
She gave Draco a peck on the cheek and left.
Hermione would have otherwise strangled, but maybe not in public.
As if on cue, the doctor, Dr. Addison, came in with her giant clipboard.
“Draco Malfoy?” she asked, looking up from beneath her wire rimmed
“She seems to be doing very well after all she has been through. She had six stitches on her forehead, and a few bruises here and there, but that’s it. You can take her home in a few minutes. Just give her folder to the front nurse. She’s a real sweet kid, you should be proud,” she handed a file to him with a smile and walked onto the next room.
Draco smiled like an idiot at Hermione before opening the door to her room. It was the first time he had seen his conscious daughter in nine days.
“DADDY!” Noel yelled. She was jumping up and down on her tiny hospital bed, sporting a big red lip and stitches.
Draco couldn’t hold back his tears, as she jumped onto him.
“HERMIONE!” she screamed, after smacking a kiss on her father’s face, moving onto Hermione.
Hermione took hold of her, and hugged her tightly. She was crying too.
“I had sooo much fun, Daddy, it was better than Disneyland. Noah tried to slap me and all of sudden a pillow started to hit him. It just popppped out of nowhere and just started hitting him. And then I bit him. It was soooo awesome!” she said.
Draco picked her up, like he used to when she was a tiny little baby, and the three went home.
Sitting in the living room once again was the tiny and new family. The youngest was asleep on the recliner. The other two ate chocolate cake quietly, not talking exactly.
Draco was still kind of intimidated by how much he was thinking about Hermione lately. Hermione was scared because he wasn’t saying anything.
“I want to know everything about you,” he said after awhile to Hermione. He was gazing into her eyes, the ice in his eyes were melting with the heat from hers.
“W-what?” she stammered at the sudden question.
He looked at her. She was utterly and fascinatingly beautiful. Her hair was curlier than it was the first time they met, and it was brown. None of the blonde remained. Her face wasn’t that boney anymore. Her pink jeans were perfect, as was her black tank top.
“I want to know everything about you,” he repeated. “Tell me everything.”
“Okay,” she said. “Where do you want me to start?”
“Favorite color,” he said.
They both leaned back against the sofa, the cake tray empty; television off for once.
“Blue, light blue,” she said, thinking of his eyes.
“Umm…I don’t really have a favorite movie…but I do like watching Finding Nemo,” she blushed a little at that. No one. No one knew that she liked Finding Nemo.
“Really? I love that movie. No one knows it, but I watched that movie in theatres about six times,” he said with a goofy smile.
She laughed at that.
The laughter died out, and suddenly they were in an awkward moment again.
“I don’t know what I would have done without you, Hermione,” he cleared his throat. “You kept me calm, when anyone else would have gone mental.”
“It was nothing…” she began.
“Without you and you and your friends, I don’t think I’d be sitting hear watching my daughter sleep,” he said.
“Can you do something for me?” she asked, after awhile, looking at him in the light from the lamp.
“Anything,” he said honestly. “I’ll jump off the Eiffel Tower if you want.”
“Kiss me,” she ordered softly. Looking deep into his eyes, she said these words.
“You don‘t even need to ask,” he muttered, his voice husky. He gently took her face in his hands, tilting it upward slightly. Their lips met as softly as feathers falling to the ground. It was more of a brush, than a kiss, but it sent her stomach melting into a puddle. Her heart raced against her rib cage.
He leaned back a little, pulling apart.
But when he saw her dazed expression, he couldn’t help himself. He was on top of her in seconds, pinning her against the cool leather. This type it was hot. Her mind awol, her hands reaching for his skin…his hair…caressing his shoulders. Her legs wound around his hips, locked. He broke apart for air, and she remained clinging to him like a koala.
Draco rested his forehead against hers, and he looked desperately into her eyes for a sign. Any sign.
“I think we should get to bed,” Hermione said after a few minutes.
“I think we should talk,” he replied.
“About what?” Hermione asked, looking at her fingernails.
“Do you like me?” he asked.
She nodded, “You?”
He smiled like a little boy, “I really like you. And I think we should try this. You…me.”
“I think we should,” she said slowly.
He got up. “How about we go to IHOP tomorrow morning? See how it goes. All of us,” he suggested.
“I think that would be great,” she said. She got up, kissed Noel on the forehead, and left to her own room.
She would stay tonight, and start sleeping in her own place tomorrow.
“Goodnight,” Draco said quietly, giving her a warm kiss. “Thank-you.”
“Sweet dreams,” she whispered to Noel, who was in Draco’s arms as he proceeded to his own room.
He surrounded her with pillows, and put his head on his hand and watched Noel sleep. She was his angel, his princess.
But he had discovered something today, with the way Noel looked at Hermione, and how Hermione had handled the whole situation. He discovered that he didn’t really like Hermione.
He loved her.
See how quickly I posted?You just have to love me. You just have love me. Ps: One of the reviews asked me if I'm a guy or girl...well, I am a chick. A girl, through and through. (at least that's what I tell my friends! jokes) Yup, that's me. Fifteen year old girl... aha. I don't know why I'm laughing, but whatever. Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review!
I have also decided on something i want to do. I will say goodbye in a different way at the end of each chapter! Ha! Don't know why, but who cares?
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