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Future Parents Program	By : avari20 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 58112 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rest in Peace

Michael.

Hermione blinked. What was Michael doing in Hogwarts� infirmary?

The young wizard looked up from the book in his lap. Relief and happiness washed over his handsome face. A brilliant smile revealed fine white teeth. �Hello, love,� he breathed. He rose from the chair, book forgotten, and strode to her bedside. He clasped her hand in his quickly and squeezed.

�What are you doing here?� she gasped. She was both surprised and delighted to see the boy who had come to mean so much to her over the summer. Hermione squeezed his hand back. �You weren�t here when I woke up earlier!� she exclaimed. Michael sat on the bed, completely comfortable with the diminished personal space. Hermione couldn�t help but admire him for what seemed like the hundredth time. He was the perfect boy, she thought to herself. He was as tall and built as Malfoy, with Ron�s loyalty and heart, and Harry�s good nature. Michael and Harry shared green eyes as well, but Michael�s were more of a forest color than jade.

His hair was to die for. It was a lush brown, long enough to tie in a queue, thick enough to put Hermione�s to shame. She fancied that Michael might have been a gentleman pirate in a past life. Hermione could easily see him swashbuckling his way across the seas.

His Scottish accent didn�t hurt one bit, either, she thought with a chuckle.

�So you�re well enough to smile. That�s good. I was envisioning you lying on your death bed when I heard the news.�

Hermione glared at him in pretend ire. �I�m not a wilting flower,� she told him crisply. She sat up. �I�m tough. See?� She flexed nonexistent muscles in imitation of a manly primp. Michael gave a pleasing bark of laughter. Hermione would be lying if she said it didn�t send warm fuzzies rushing through her.

Ok, she admitted it. She�d developed a little crush on Michael during the summer. How could she not? He�d been her rock when she�d been displaced and needed someone more than ever.

The Summer of Terror had had a deep effect on Hermione. The very day after sixth year ended, Dumbledore had confronted her with the bald facts.

Voldemort had set a formal bounty on her and Ron, in addition to Harry.

She remembered sitting in Dumbledore�s office with her parents, watching Dumbledore in silence. Her parents had been stunned and upset. It had never really sunk in just how real this Voldemort character was. How dangerous he was to their very unusual child. Dumbledore�s trademark eye twinkle had been no where in evidence that day. �Voldemort does not simply fear Harry,� he told them firmly. �He has become obsessed with the destruction of the Golden Trio itself. He has realized that the three of you represent a body. Mr. Weasley represents the heart. Harry has become symbolic of the soul. You, Hermione, are the mind. As a body functions, so do you three. Without one, the other two cannot exist.�

Hermione could not argue. The bond she and the boys shared defied logic, relying on emotion rather than reason. They were close enough that only death could separate them.

Voldemort intended to wield the scythe that severed them.

So Hermione, Ron, and Harry had gone to ground. Her parents had been hidden in an undisclosed location far from their daughter. They still hadn�t returned, even with the war ended. Deep inside, Hermione admitted that she was afraid Voldemort had found a way to them. That they were dead. The snake-like bastard would have delighted in tormenting Hermione with the anxiety of wondering if her parents lived.

Hermione remembered how alone and lonely she�d been when she arrived at the safe house in Scotland. It had been necessary, but it had hurt her badly to be cut off from the rest of the world. She�d buried herself in creating and perfecting potions for the cause, or gobbling up any information that might help.

Then Michael had arrived.

It had been at his family estate that Hermione had hidden. He had befriended her immediately and tried to fill in the void as best as he could. Hermione would be forever grateful to him for that.

A hand waved in front of her face. �Hermione?� Michael chuckled. �You ok, lass?�

Hermione shook her head to clear it. �Just spacing out,� she said apologetically. She placed the pillow behind her to support her back better. �You never told me why you�re here. Don�t tell me you skipped school just to come and see me?� Michael went to a private school in Scotland.

He shook his head. �No, lovely Hermione, I didn�t.� He pointed at a crest on his robes Hermione hadn�t paid attention to before. �I transferred at the last moment. Didn�t even make the Sorting Ceremony.�

Hermione squinted. �You�re a Ravenclaw?� she gasped.

Michael nodded, his eyes twinkling. �I told you I was smart,� he teased.

�Smart enough to be a Hogwarts student, that�s for sure,� Hermione concurred.

Michael shrugged. �I decided I needed a change,� he said offhandedly. His green eyes refocused and he became more serious. He watched her intently. �And maybe I needed to finish a few things as well,� he continued softly.

He�s staring at my lips! Hermione realized suddenly. He leaned in. Hermione watched as Michael got close enough for their breathes to mingle.

He wants to kiss me. A thrill and something else flitted through her. A vision of Malfoy defending her against Lamia suddenly appeared in her mind�s eye. Hermione�s eyes widened in horror. Angry at the unexpected intrusion, she ruthless shoved the image away. Why in heaven�s name had she thought of him?

Michael was so close�Did she want to kiss him?

Why wouldn�t you want to kiss him? a little voice insider her whispered faintly.

Yes, why not? Close your eyes, Hermione. Stop thinking. Her lids drifted shut. She started to close the distance�

�May I ask what the fuck you think you are doing?� a cold, furious voice growled with barely restrained violence.

Hermione froze. Her startled brown eyes swung to the door just as Michael turned to confront the intruder.

Malfoy looked ready to kill, Hermione thought belatedly.

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Draco�s fists clenched. His breathing became labored. Instead of moving away from Hermione, this new bastard moved in closer as if he wanted to protect her. Draco was sure that the image of mere moments ago would be forever burned in his brain. Over and over he saw the scene.

He�d wanted to spend time with her, to plan his courtship with care and precision while he watched her sleep. Instead he�d swung through the doors to find Hermione wide awake, seconds away from snogging some stranger. Rage like Malfoy had never known before swept through him. The air around him crackled with emotion and magic. He was sure even his hair stood on end with energy.

His teeth bared, he approached the bed. With each step he took his anger seemed to grow. It made his blood boil. His ears buzzed. He couldn�t hear the words that spilled out of Hermione�s mouth. The muscles in his arms got tighter and tighter until the urge to tear something apart became unbearable. Later when he had calmed he would wonder if this wasn�t in fact the rage that seemed to be Lucius� driving force in life.

The other boy stood up straight. �Listen, whoever you are-�

Draco swung with deadly precision. The first blow landed on the boy�s face somewhere. He didn�t waste any time wondering where, Draco simply followed one blow with another and then another. The famous Malfoy control was gone, leaving a violent alpha male intent on punishing the interloper for his transgressions. Transgressions for what, Hermione had yet to find out, but oh, she would learn, Malfoy promised himself.

Hermione swung her legs over the bed. �Michael!� she cried out. The one called Michael sat on the floor and clutched his jaw, staring incredulously up at a furious Malfoy. His silver eyes gleamed with fury and jealousy.

Michael narrowed his eyes. �What the hell was that about?!� he shouted at Malfoy.

�Sit down!� Draco barked at Hermione harshly. He pointed imperiously at the bed. Astonished, Hermione sat without thinking. �Don�t get up again. You aren�t well enough.� He turned to the boy on the floor. �And you,� he ground out. �You ever touch her again, and I�ll kill you.�

It was a promise, one he was fully capable of carrying out.

Michael had the blood of Highlanders flowing in his veins. No bloody Englishman was going to issue orders to him. He got slowly to his feet and stared Malfoy in the eye. �You act like you have some kind of claim,� he bit out. �I know for a fact Hermione isn�t involved with anyone.� He challenged Malfoy without words.

Draco wasn�t one to turn down a gauntlet. He drew himself straight. He cloaked himself in haughty arrogance and stated in an imperious tone, �She is now.� He ignored the gasp of surprise from Hermione�s direction. �Hermione Granger is mine, and no-bloody-body is touching her but me. Understand?�

It wasn�t the situation he�d envisioned in his head, but it got the point across. Both Hermione and the bastard Michael gaped at him. �I�m tired of looking at you.� Draco swept his hand out. �Go.�

Hermione watched in disbelief as Michael vanished. Wandless magic! She leapt to her feet and dashed forward. Draco snagged her about the waist easily. �Where did he go?� Hermione shouted furiously. She tried to hit him. Draco didn�t flinch. He simply caught her hands and pressed them to her back, rendering her helpless. �How dare you?� Hermione cried.

Draco snarled. �How dare I?� He thrust his face into hers. His eyes swirled with unnatural forces. �You go around kissing strangers, and you question my actions?�

Hermione refused to be cowed. �He�s not a stranger, not that it�s any of your business. He�s a very dear friend of mine and I demand to know what you�ve done to him.� She twisted, trying to free her hands from his grip.

He held her easily. Damn those Quidditch muscles! �Your friend is fine. He just found himself stark naked in the library, that�s all,� he said with obvious relish.

�Oh, my god!� Hermione could only imagine the humiliation. �You evil bastard!� she snapped. She tried to stomp on his feet.

�Don�t push it, Hermione,� Draco warned. �I�m already on the edge.�

�Don�t threaten me, you oversized Albino gorilla---MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!� Hermione screamed into Draco�s lips.

Draco Malfoy was kissing her.

Hermione reeled mentally. Malfoy was kissing her, and in a way Hermione hadn�t known one could kiss. He shifted so that one hand could cup the back of her head and still her thrashing. His eyes were closed.

His lips swept over her own with intent to conquer. They pressed themselves into hers so that the memory of their imprint would linger. He sucked her bottom lip between his and ran his tongue over it before quickly repeating the action with her top lip. Seconds later he slanted his mouth in the other direction and did it again. It was like he wanted to leave a bit of himself behind. Like he wanted her to remember what this felt like for the rest of her life. Like he wanted her to know that he would be around so that she couldn�t forget.

He poured passion into that kiss. He pressed his desire into her, both physically and emotionally, rubbing his arousal into her abdomen.

Hermione opened her mouth to protest--he delved inside with his tongue.

Hermione was beginning to feel dizzy. The other kisses she�d received had never been like this. Quick, closed mouthed kisses that left one feeling warm. Not this all-consuming emotion fest! Spots appeared in front of her eyes.

Hermione suddenly sagged in Malfoy�s arms, breaking the contact. The last thing she heard was Malfoy shouting, �You idiot! You�re not supposed to hold your breath while you kiss�!�

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Malfoy was a dead man.

Hermione glared evilly at a group of second years. The students, who had been caught staring, scattered almost immediately. It would have satisfied her if they hadn�t been giggling when they did it. The entire school was laughing at her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

After the humiliating fainting episode, Hermione had awakened back in the common room. Malfoy had been nowhere in sight, but there had been quite a bit of food in living area and at least two new additions to the suite. She hadn�t mentioned anything to Ron or Neville about the oddity of their situation. Hermione figured they would tell her when they were ready.

Not that the rumor mill hadn�t already filled her in five minutes after rejoining the living.

Damn gossipmongers! Damn Malfoy! Damn, damn, damn!

Even swearing mentally (something she didn�t normally do) didn�t relieve her frustration. Because once she�d heard what the rumor mill was talking about, Hermione had realized that only Malfoy�s blood would assuage her.

Draco Malfoy had claimed her as his girlfriend.

Not his lover, not his friend, not his personal toy to torment for being less than pure. His bloody girlfriend. Not only that, but he�d warned off any and all potential suitors with threats of death and creative dismemberment. Not necessarily in that order.

Hermione wasn�t sure what had happened to Malfoy or his logic, but whatever it was, she was going to do something about it. How dare he? He had basically stuck a flag with the Malfoy crest emblazoned upon it in her and declared, �I claim this mountain!� What was she, an acre of land? No! And he wasn�t going to get away with this, either.

He was going to wish he were dead when she was through with him!

She pointed at a nearby Slytherin. �You there!� The girl froze like a deer in Muggle headlights. Eyes wide, she watched the venerable Gryffindor Princess approach her with all the finesse of a raging giant, breathing and huffing in indignant anger. �Where�s Malfoy?� Hermione bit out.

The girl gulped. No one had ever seen Granger like this. �He�s in the Slytherin common room. With your daughter,� she replied in some semblance of a normal tone.

Sneaky little snark, Hermione thought darkly. Hiding out from her. �Take me to him.�

The girl didn�t argue. One, she was afraid. Two, this was going to be interesting. She lead Hermione in a complicated, roundabout journey to Slytherin�s dungeons, unaware that Hermione was well aware of where the room was. She simply needed the password to get in.

The common room was a much more somber version of Gryffindor Tower. That was all that Hermione registered as she bustled through, intent on finding Malfoy and committing bodily harm in return for having the audacity to kiss her.

She didn�t expect him to be asleep on the couch, Ick cradled tenderly on his chest. She drew to an utter halt.

They looked so right together, she thought. Her heart swelled with a tender emotion at the sight. Malfoy looked peaceful for once, a small smile playing at his lips. Hermione had never pegged him for one to let his guard down in front of anyone, not even his own classmates.

She looked around. Then again, no one was there but them. The girl who had brought her had disappeared almost immediately after seeing Malfoy asleep. Hermione supposed he had threatened anyone who saw him that way in addition to laying claim to someone without even asking.

Bloody git. Bloody, stupid, handsome git.

May he rest in peace, she thought resolutely as she approached him with deadly intent.

A/N- Yes, I realize that some of you find it unbelievable that Hermione wouldn�t realize that you�re supposed to breath through your nose while you French kiss�I wouldn�t find it believable either�.if it hadn�t happened to me during my first kiss! Yes, yes, yes, laugh at the then naïve 17 year old (I�m 20 now), but it�s the honest to God truth. My best friends keep a log of my life�s stories, no joke. As Erin puts it, �It�s funny because it�s true!�
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