Chapter 7 : Bad Things
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Hermione strolled into the common room, a satisfied smile sitting perfectly on her lips. She sat down beside Harry and let out a gentle, happy sigh.
"What are you so happy about?" He asked, raising a dark eyebrow of his at her and presenting her with a suggestive smile.
"I've finished all my assignments and now only have to study. Besides, why can't I just be in a good mood for once?" Her voice was slow and musical, and she tried to make it so he wouldn't ask any more questions.
"So is that where you've been?" He inquired and she turned to look at him, her warm brown eyes connecting with his emerald green eyes.
"Yes, I've been in the library this whole time. Why? What have I missed?" Her breath caught in her throat as he smiled grimly at her.
"Ron's been poisoned. I've been here, waiting for you to return." He coughed awkwardly as she looked around and noticed he was missing, so was Lavender.
"What? How? When? Why?" Each question tasted bitter on her tongue. Why should she care at the moment? Ron has been so rude to her lately and she was less than impressed with his tactics at making her jealous.
"Uhm, not too long ago. We were in Slughorn's office because he ate chocolates stuffed with love potion, and we decided to have a small drink. Ron sipped at it first and collapsed. He began to foam at the mouth and was making this disgusting gurgling noise. I found a bezoar and shoved it down his throat. We didn't know that the drink was spiked." Hermione watched as Harry's face became disgruntled and a little bit peeved.
"So he's alright?" She asked, and grabbed ahold of his hand.
"Yeah, Ron's fine. He's in hospital now with Ginny, Dumbledore, Snape, Slughorn and, uh, Lavender. We can go later if you want, but I think Dumbledore wants to talk to me about it, as the bottle was a present for him." Harry's lip twitched but his voice got quieter and slower, as if unsure why he was still talking.
"I would like to go now." Hermione said and stood up, pulling Harry up with her.
"Are you sure? Lavender is there and she's being very territorial about him." He grimaced at the thought and Hermione felt somewhat better.
"Lets go." She said with a tone of authority.
Hermione sat on her bed later that night, torn. Lavender was throwing her filthy looks as she walked into the room and angrily strode to the bathroom, slamming the door. Ron had requested her to be there with him, whether he meant it or not, he had requested her and she had stayed. She didn't know why she stayed, but she felt that she owed it to Ron, to be there for him when he needed someone the most. Crawling up into her bed, her small fingers found the place on her collarbone where Draco had kissed, almost feather-light, before they departed that afternoon and a smile came to her face. He had called her such nasty things as children, and now they had matured and grown to know each other.
His lips had felt like velvet on her skin, his touch just as smooth. He was more experienced than she had been, but he treated her delicately and went slow. Making her comfortable with the situation she was in. An owl fluttered in through the window at that point and landed on her bed. It waddled up to her and dropped a letter beside her face. She took it into her hands, and petted the owl before it flew out again.
Dearest Hermione, I need to speak to you. Meet me in the Transfiguration courtyard at 11.30 PM. - Draco.
He wrote so neatly and delicately, as he did with everything else. She looked at her watch, it was 9:30 now and no one was in the dorm yet. The excitement of Ron's near death experience gave the school a morbid buzz and they were worried about who could be next. Lavender entered again in her silk night dress, her long honey hair pulled into a tight plait. Throwing Hermione a last dirty look, she climbed into bed and rolled over, facing the window. Hermione stiffled a sigh and climbed out of bed. She walked out in her pajama's and into the common room. Several people stared at her, noticing her pajama's and barefeet, but she ignored them and strode out.
Draco checked his watch, it was 11:15 and he was already in the courtyard. He had been there since 9:30, being too nervous to wait in the dungeons with the people he had betrayed. He didn't regret sleeping with Hermione, what he did regret was his guilt at taking advantage of her, almost forcing her to want him. Telling her soft things, sweet things and it hadn't been intentional. But he wanted to fulfill his dreams, getting this longing over and done with. But he still wanted her, and more of her. He saw her wander out, wearing cotton shorts and a tissue cotton shirt. Her pale skin glowing under the half-moon and her bushy hair pulled back into a loose bun.
Even in the simplest of ways, she was beautiful and he regretted each nasty thing he said and did to her, as he has every time he's seen her.
"Draco?" She asked, her voice quavering with uncertainty.
"Hermione" He pulled her into a deep embrace and held onto her, breathing in her spiced perfume.
"What do you want, Draco?" She asked, pulling away. What he wanted more than anything was to continue holding her, continue to breath her in and never ever let go.
"Come, sit with me" He pulled her over to a stone chair and held her close. She relaxed back into him and his hands trapped her hips. "We can't continue. Things are getting too risky now and I don't want you to get hurt." He whispered and he felt her go cold. "Please understand, you can't know. I shouldn't have done any of this" He repeated what he had been telling himself during the two hour wait.
She pulled away from him just then and cool air wiped away any trace of heat that Hermione had shared with him. "So, do you not want me to get hurt or is it more that you regret being with me?" She asked, her voice freezing the air around them. Her usually warm eyes had turned hard and her pretty lips became pursed.
"I don't want you to get hurt, please trust me." I just want to do bad things to you, he thought and then shook his head. "I want to be with you, Hermione, anything to be with you, but if I try to leave, I might never come back." Hermione shivered visibly and Draco shrugged himself over, draping one arm across her lap and the other over her shoulder, before resting his head on his higher arm.
"I guess I understand, the same goes with Harry, but if i go with him, then I may never come back. I've thought about leaving Harry, unsure if I can manage what it is we need to do, but I can't. Harry needs me, Ron needs me and I need them too. Besides, if we manage to overcome this, then we can go and do different things. Move over this and live our lives like our parents want." Hermione shut her mouth sharply then, and he heard her teeth click. She had said too much, but for her, he decided to pretend it fell on deaf ears.
"Come back to me, Hermione. Once all this is done. Come back to me and we can live our lives together." His hopeful tone made her smile and he felt her cheeks lift, this in turn made him smile and he kissed her collarbone again. She shifted and wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself closer to him. She kissed him gently and his body relaxed.
"I promise to come back to you, once this is all done" She promised, her voice barely audible.
*Everything recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling. Lyrics to Bad Things belongs to Jace Everette.
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