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Chapter 9 : Destruction
 
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Destruction 

Draco tore his eyes away from her after a few minutes, sighed, and went downstairs.  He fixed himself a mug of hot chocolate and stood by the window sipping it.

“I went to see Theo, to see if he knew anything, to see if he knew how Blaise was,” he began after a few minutes, not moving otherwise, “I got only bad news, and not just about Blaise.”

Hermione went to sit on the couch, allowing him to continue comfortably.  Still, he didn’t budge from his position by the window, and she frowned, eyebrows knitting together.  She didn’t like seeing him like this, a state of discontent so deep that she didn’t know how to bring him out of it.

“Blaise’s mother managed to convince his father that he shouldn’t be a Death Eater this morning.  He’s been there since late last night.  They were up arguing all night.  So, things were okay until the Dark Lord paid them a visit Saturday night.  Blaise apparated to my house on instinct, but now he won’t be able to get back to Hogwarts safely.  My father,” he nearly spat the word, “has apparently turned a new leaf.  My mother and him have been fighting nearly every second they’re together, and, though that has put a strain on them, it’s making things better at the same time, so Blaise is going to remain there for the time being.  Theo and I were trying to figure out a way to get Blaise back here, and we’ve only come up with a few options, though the most logical is just to wait it out until winter break comes, and then he can take the train back.”

“You said it wasn’t just about Blaise,” Hermione said as he stopped talking and stood in silence for a few minutes.

He turned, and his eyes settled on hers, and she saw how upset he was for the first time.  He looked positively miserable and in pain.

“What’s wrong?” she demanded, getting up and going over to him, “Talk to me."

“Let me make love to you,” he begged, drawing her close and breathing her in, “Please.”

Hermione didn’t even think twice.

--

Sunday came unexpectedly.

Draco awoke early, stretching and leaning away from Hermione’s soft body.  He looked down at his beautiful girl, smiling as she turned a little, searching for him unconsciously.  He loved when she did that, even though she was clearly asleep, how she still looked for him, still wanted him right there next to her.

His smiled turned as his eyes darkened, and he let his hand drift the curves of her body, smiling wider when she breathed inward, awakening to his touch.

“Draco,” she breathed, and he suddenly wanted her, all of her.

She turned into him, and he brought his lips crashing down on hers.  She responded to him slowly at first, still waking, but then she was alive and kissing back heatedly.

“Draco,” she said again, pulling him closer, “Yes.”

He needed no other confirmation as his fingers dipped beneath the blankets, and she arched her back, gasping.  He loved to bring out this side of Hermione, to watch her in an aura she never truly indulged herself in, to find the lust-ridden woman inside of her.

They spent Sunday morning tangled roughly under the cover of his sheets, and Draco slowly peeled back layers of Hermione, discovering newer depths of her want and passion.  He relished in every one, begged for more and more until she was spent, lying on her back, arms spread, and gasping.

“I’m going to shower.  Join me?” he whispered seductively as nine o’clock was approaching; they’d been awake since seven.

“In a few minutes,” she promised, leaning up into his waiting kiss and nearly pulling him back into bed.

“Hermione,” he moaned, resting a hand on her cheek, “I have to shower, or we’ll be late for meeting everyone for breakfast.”

Even as he said it, he knew he wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed with her and watch her writhe about and moan his name.  She kissed him longingly, drawing him closer and closer until—

“No,” he said firmly, breaking away, “I’ll be back.”

He left her smiling in his bed, blankets drawn up around her to shield against the cold.  She loved it here, wrapped in his warmth and the comfort of him.  That reminded her of winter break, something she’d been steadily ignoring, but it was only a few weeks away, and she was wary of what would happen to them.

Sighing, she pulled herself out of bed, grabbed his shirt from last night, draped it around her, and exited his room cautiously.  She still wasn’t used to the idea that this was her own house, shared with the love of her life, and she could go and come as she pleased however she pleased, dressed or not.  Still, she hurried across the distance from Draco’s room to the bathroom, happy when the door closed behind her.

His shower took an hour, at least, due to their continuous want to explore each other.  When they finally emerged, the bathroom was covered in steam and Hermione was giggling happily.  It never occurred to her that Ginny would come looking for her, Harry and Ron in tow, that they knew the password and could easily walk in.  So, when she exited the bathroom in nothing but a towel, she almost ran right back in at the sight of her three best friends relaxing in the common room.

“Oh, Hermione!” Harry was the first to see her, and then his eyes went wide, “Uh, sorry,” he muttered, starting to stand.

“Just,” she stopped, brain working fast, “Stay there,” she finished before grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him across the room.

They separated at the stairs, Hermione’s heart pounding as she slammed her door and fell against it.

They all knew.  They’d seen them exit together, they knew.

“They already knew,” she tried to convince herself, “Yea, but they never saw.”

She felt mortified, like she could never leave her room again.

But she had to, and so Hermione went to dress, slipping into tight light blue jeans and a red vneck sweater.  She donned a thin black scarf, pinned back some of her hair, tugged on her shoes, and grabbed her black peacoat before leaving her room.  Draco wasn’t to be found, but Ginny and Ron were arguing angrily, though quietly, at the foot of the grand stairs.

Hermione cleared her throat, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but they continued anyway.

“I don’t care what you think, Ron!  She’s happy, so let her be!” Ginny hissed.

“She’s just going to get hurt,” he was adamant and calm, which was only fueling his sister’s anger, “He’s nothing but trouble, Gin.  He’ll tear her apart and break her heart.  And I won’t be like Harry; I won’t let her come crying to me.”

“How can you be so horrible?” Ginny’s voice was starting to rise, “She’s your best friend.  It doesn’t matter if you’re in love with her, Ron!  And what about Lavender?  You can’t keep ignoring her like you have been!  And don’t even start about yesterday!  That was so fake!”

Fake?”

Now he was yelling.

“Hey guys,” Hermione tried loudly, waving at them.

Neither budged, and Ginny picked right back up.

“Yes, fake!” she shrieked, “Just because you fucked her doesn’t mean it’s real, Ronald!  Even Lavender deserves better than this!  You’re using her to make Hermione jealous, and it’s not going to work because she loves Draco, and I’m pretty sure you’re only turning her farther against you!”

“You don’t know that!” he shouted back, pointing a shaking finger at her.

Draco’s door opened, but he froze as Ginny screamed back.

“I do know that!  She wants nothing to do with you, and neither do I!  Stop filling Harry’s head with all of your rotten and vicious comments!  Oh?  Oh, you didn’t think he told me?  Well, guess what, Ron, of course he does!  He’s Hermione friend, too, in case you forgot, and he doesn’t really think highly of you as of late, and neither do I!  You’re nothing but a goddamn prick, Ron!  You’re just hurting everyone, including yourself!”

“Harry is my best friend,” Ron growled, and Hermione gaped as he grabbed Ginny’s arm, “And nothing you can say or do will tear us apart.  He was my friend long before he was your—”

“Enough.”

The voice certainly wasn’t Hermione’s, and she quickly looked up at Draco, though she knew his velvety voice all too well to know it wasn’t him.  But the voice, Harry’s, cut through Ron like a dagger.  He stopped instantly, his words choked off into bitter air.  When he turned, to everyone’s surprise, Harry’s wand was directed straight at his head.

“Let her go,” he ordered, keeping his eyes steadily on Ron, and Hermione was suddenly reminded why Dumbledore put so much faith in him; he was terrifying if he wanted to be, and he could gain control so quickly.

“Ron, I swear to God,” he started, and his pace was quick as he crossed the room.

Ron let go of Ginny just in time for Harry took him by the shoulder and shoved him away.

“Touch her again and I’ll never speak to you again.”

“You’re going to choose my sister over your best friend?” he shrieked incredulously.

“Ron, I’m not choosing, but you will not touch her like that again,” Harry explained calmly, “Not only is it uncalled for, you have absolutely no reason for doing so.  Now, can we please go to breakfast without anymore incident?”

Ginny took the lead, shooting Hermione one look that she understood immediately.  She followed Ginny out of the common room, Draco taking up the rear.  It was a few minutes before Harry and Ron exited, but Ron was placated, if only temporarily.

It was the last Sunday of the month, meaning that there was a Quidditch game, and it struck Hermione suddenly that she had no idea who was playing.

“Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw,” Harry said, shrugging, “It’ll be easy.  We’ve beat them twice already.  Beating them today means they’ve got no chance in playing in the finals, though.  I’m thinking it’ll be Hufflepuff this year.  No offense, Draco.”

Draco.  The name resonated in the air around them, and Hermione could barely hide her smile.  Slowly but surely, Harry was accepting Draco into his life, as her boyfriend and, maybe, someday, as his friend.  It warmed her heart so much that she barely caught the response.

“Hey, I wouldn’t count us out just yet.  I’ll be back next game,” he joked, smirking.

“Like you could outrace me,” Harry taunted right back, and Ron was obscenely aware of the exchange with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“I’ll take that as a challenge,” Draco returned, and Harry just nodded.

Almost friends.  Almost.

--

This is short.  I’m sorry, :/  I definitely didn’t want it to be this short, but I want to keep the next scenes in a separate chapter, so it’ll have to stay that way, unfortunately.

But I hope you still enjoyed, and don’t forget to review, :D  It honestly makes my day to see them!

Also!  Please check out my new oneshot, Robot Boy.  It talks about Sirius' death.


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