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Chapter 12 : I smell trouble
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before it gets better,
the person you'd take a bullet for,
is behind the triger.
-Fall Out Boy, Miss Missing You
Standing at his window, hands resting on the windowsill, looking outside, Draco saw fresh snow on the Hogwarts ground: Hogwarts was always beautiful at this time of the year. It was now the Nineteenth of December; a Saturday and the last day to go Hogesmead to get Christmas presents before the pupils could leave to go back home for Christmas. It was also one month since they had found out the news about Draco's father.
Draco had yet to get Hermione a present; he knew she had got him something as she had made subtle hints. He had no clue, what did he get a beautiful girl like Hermione?
Over the past month, the couple had drifted apart due to the news about Lucius, and it tore Draco apart, knowing that his idiot of a father had done this to them, he so badly wanted to talk to Hermione about it, but he didn’t know how to bring the delicate subject up. How do I bring something like that up? Oh, hello Hermione, I was wondering if we could talk about my pinch of a father and how he is interfering in our relationship. That’s just stupid Draco, but what am I going to do? I REALLY like her; I don’t want us to drift apart. I know she is staying over Christmas so I have to make it the best one she has had, I have to, because if I don’t...who knows how we will end up. I'm a better person when I'm with her, I can’t remember the last time I hurt or offended someone...except Parkinson. Her and her stupid Pureblood ways! I would never marry Parkinson, I was using her to let out my anger and frustration, hey, she was willing to do so, she knew what she was getting herself into, but somewhere along the line, she concocted up this fantasy about the two of us and how we would get married and have children. The only person I want to do all of that with is Hermione. Should I tell her all of this? No, no, not yet, it’s too soon. I don’t know what to do, I can’t even talk to mother about this as she is yet to know about our relationship. I'm struggling, maybe I should write it down, but put a charm on, so no-one, not even Hermione, can see. I don’t want her to know my worries about us because I'm scared, and I don’t get scared, only when it comes to my mother. Draco, get a hold of yourself! You care more about Hermione than your mother; of course you would feel scared about losing her!
Draco sighed; having a mental argument with yourself is somewhat tiring.
Hermione was sitting on her bed; she looked down the hairband she was playing with. What’s happening to us? We barely talk anymore; we don’t hug, or even look at each other. It’s been like this since we found out the news, It’s like Lucius has managed to damage us in spirit rather than physically being here, that nefarious man. He is just all over horrid. I need Draco, I need him, but I don’t know if he needs me as much as I need him. I mean, it IS his father; his flesh and blood. Draco hated me for 7 years, 7 years, that’s a long time, and It’s only been 4 months since we have been friends, and a couple of them, in a relationship. I can’t breathe; what if Lucius does catch me? What if he comes back with the rest of the Deatheaters? I can’t handle another war, not so soon after the previous one, it’s all still to fresh; everyone’s deaths and losses. I just...eurgh.
Hermione burst out crying, she missed Draco so much, something was definitely wrong between them, and she wanted to fix it. She wiped the tears away from her face and tied her hair up in a knot on the top of her head. She walked into the common room, lit the fireplace, and sat opposite it, hoping some of the warmth would spread into her cold shell.
Draco made his way from his cold bedroom into the warm common room to find Hermione sitting on the love seat, her hair up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a shirt collar collar visible over a moss green jumper. He walked over and sat next to her, taking in her expression; he couldn’t read it. Why couldn’t he read it? He was always able to read her expression.
"Hermione, what’s wrong?" He looked into her eyes, trying to read them, for any sign of pain, any sign of someone tempering her.
She looked at him, a blank expression on her face, "what’s happening to us Draco?" Her face crumpled, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Oh Hermione," he took her in his embrace, I don’t know, I was wondering the same, but we can fix this, okay?"
"I dont know, but I promise, from here and now, it will get better, you wont be in the dark, Ive told you before,
I will pick you up when you fall." He looked at her and smiled.
Hermione moved away from his chest and looked up into his silver eyes, she could feel warmth spreading through her," I missed you, Draco." She snuggled back into his chest.
"I missed you too, Hermione." He nuzzled into her hair, breathing in her orange scent.
After a while of the pair holding each other, Draco heard the chime of their clock and saw that it was 12oclock. He looked down, and saw Hermione had fallen asleep on him; he gently shook Hermione awake, and told her they needed to supervise the years going out to Hogesmeade in 45 minutes. She briefly nodded, and got up, not saying anything, and kissed him.
This kiss was different; it was needed between them. Passion spread through their veins. Draco skimmed the bottom of Hermione’s lips with his tongue, asking permission for entry, she happily separated her lips, their tongues meeting, and electricity hit both of them. Draco pulled away and started to kiss Hermione’s neck, getting lower and lower until he hit her sweet spot, a groan escaped from her lips thus making Draco let out a low growl. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his hips, and backed up against the wall, he made his way again to her mouth and boxed her in by putting his hands on the wall. Hermione found she had more control now she was slightly above him. She put her hands through his hair, and pulled at the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled back his head, and made a trail of kisses on his neck then found her way back to his mouth. Hermione quickly opened her eyes and looked at the clock, it was now 12.30. We’ve been doing this for an hour? Really?
"Draco" she managed to get out between kisses.
"Hmm" he stopped and looked up at her face; her beautiful face.
"The time..." She put her arms on his shoulders, locked her hands, and pointed towards the clock.
Draco looked at the clock, and sighed, Hermione jumped down, but on the way down, she felt what she did to Draco, and looked up and blushed. He knew what she felt and smirked.
Hermione quickly kissed him, then ran up to her room feeling Draco’s eyes follow her up. She ran up to her mirror, and checked on her neck. Great, thanks Draco, I now have red marks going up my neck. What was that spell again. She tried to think of the cover up spell. She remembered it and muttered it, so no one would see what Draco had done to her neck. She laughed to herself, going over the previous moments, and walked out to the common room. She saw Draco and laughed,
"What? What is it?" he was confused as to why she was laughing.
"Draco, have you seen your neck?" She stood on the last step.
"No, why? What did you do?" he grabbed his neck and ran to the bathroom, to the mirror and looked in, seeing the red marks she made.
"Sorry." She smirked, and muttered the spell again, and watched the marks fade.
"Thanks. C’mon Hermione, if we don’t leave now, were going to be late." He planted a kiss on the top of her head.
"I know," she sighed, "I hate this."
They walked to the portrait, "the fact that we have to act like we hate each other outside of this room." She looked up at him.
"I know. I hate it as well, but it’s not for much longer. Ready?"
"Ready as I’ll ever be." She quickly hugged him, and made her way out of the portrait hole, Draco following suit.
They silently made their way to the front entrance, and watched the below years leave, quickly stealing glances at one another.
After the rest of the students had left for Hogesmeade, Hermione dismissed the prefects, and went gather her bags to meet Ginny just outside the doors. She looked over to Draco and smiled, he smiled back. Hermione felt a tug at her heart. This isn’t fair; having to act like we hate each other due to other people’s opinions. It’s wrong.
She looked at him one last time, and made her way over to Ginny, hiding the sad expression on her face.
"What’s up?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, it’s nothing." Hermione put on a smile.
"Definitely! C'mon, we’ve only got a limited time up here, let’s go."
Hermione pulled on Ginny’s hand, and made her way up the road.
Hmm I wonder what’s up with Hermione. I need to distract her sometime later, maybe when she’s putting up the posters up about the dance. I'll need to find Zabini and remind him about getting the Christmas presents for point number two in the plan. I wonder what I need to get Draco from Hermione...what would she get him? I’ll think about it when the time comes.
The pair carried on walking, talking about the up-coming dance, and the shops they would go in to look for dresses.
Four hours later, heaving in four heavy bags, Hermione dumped her purchases in her bedroom and laid down on the settee.
Hmm, I wonder what Lucius is actually planning. It has been a month and he has not been sighted. Will he come here? Maybe he is here already? What did Draco mean when he said to Kingsley that his mother wouldn’t understand anyways? I thought she was dead; I need to ask Draco about that.
A little while later, Draco walked through the door, holding a small bag. He spotted Hermione looking, and hid it behind his back, smirking.
"And what is that?" Hermione jumped up from her position, and skipped over to Draco.
"Uhh…nothing." His eyes widened, and he ran up to his room and to quickly hide the present.
He walked down into the common room, and sat next to Hermione.
"Remember a month ago, when we found out about your father, you briefly mentioned something about your mother not understanding, but I thought your mother passed away." She looked up, and saw a sad look on his face.
"Yes, I did say that, didn’t I?" he looked up into his bedroom, "wait here for five minutes." He got up, and dashed into his bedroom.
"Oh alright then." Hermione was surprised at his reaction.
Five minutes later, he came back down from his bedroom with a small green and gold bag in hand.
"Hermione, im going to show you what happened, okay? I want you to trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?" Hermione nodded in response. "Right, take some floo powder, go into the fire place, and say 'St Mungo’s'. We’re going there; wait for me on the other side."
"Okay...You’ll be right behind?" she took a handful and walked over to fireplace.
"I promise." He smiled at her.
Hermione took in a deep breath, "St Mungo’s!" she shouted, and dropped the floo powder. She saw green flames surround her, felt a tight tugging at the nasal, and then saw solid ground. She looked around and saw she was at the wizard hospital, she quickly moved before Draco could crush her.
As soon as she moved, green flames shot out of the fire place and Draco landed behind her. He took her hand, knowing anyone here wouldn’t tell anyone, and made his way down the corridor, nodding to a few of the healers and they passed. They soon stopped outside a door that read: Narcissa Malfoy: room 396.
"Draco, I don’t understand?" she looked at the door, then to Draco.
"When I said" he closed his eyes, "when I said my mother was dead, it wasn’t true, she’s alive, but she might as well not be. You know what happened to Longbottoms parents?"
"Well, that is what my father did to my mother; she doesn’t understand anything. Most of the time, she is in a coma, she drifts in and out, but the times she is awake, she spends her time looking at the celling. Its like she is in her own world, and cannot see or hear anything around her." He looked down at Hermione, and saw tears in her eyes.
"That’s awful, I'm so sorry, Draco." She hugged him tightly.
"Sometimes, it’s easier to think that she is dead, instead of being a shell of her former self. Shall we go in?"
Hermione nodded, unsure of what was about to happen and what she was about to experience.
A/N Hey dere guyss!
Sorry about Chapter 11's validation time, it took me ages to write, and then validation was taking ages, and it got rejected.
I now have myself a beta! Woo! Thanks to the lovely HeyMrsPotter, she made corrections, so now it should be better!
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