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Whispers In The Dark	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 13
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling incredibly sore. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head. She heard the water running in the bathroom and assumed that Draco was in the shower or bath. As she looked around the room, she saw a rose lying on the couch's side table. Picking it up, she saw a single note attached to it.
I'm sorry.
She brought the rose to her nose, sniffing it. It smelt heavenly. Hermione wondered where Draco got the rose to begin with.
The water in the bathroom cut off. She stood from the couch, knowing she needed to get ready as well. As she moved towards their bedroom, Draco exited the bathroom. He was naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water ran down his chiseled chest and Hermione suddenly found her mouth was dry.
Draco's eyes widened when he saw her. "Hermione, I'm so sorry," he said, bringing his hand up to ruffle his hair. "I never meant to yell at you last night."
Hermione nodded. "I accept your apology."
"It's hard on me to talk about the Dark Lord. I know I'll have to tell you eventually, but I'd rather wait."
"Why?" she pressed, stepping a bit closer to him.
"Because you'll hate me once I tell you and I'd rather enjoy a little bit of our marriage first." His grey eyes stared into her brown ones.
Hermione felt chills run up her spine. Heat flooded her body as she stared at him. "All we do is fight, Draco," she whispered. "That's not very enjoyable."
A smirk appeared on his face. "No, I suppose not." He reached out and lightly cupped her face. "There are… other aspects that can be enjoyable."
Hermione's eyes widened. Was he suggested that they have sex again? Her heart suddenly stopped at the revelation. Was she ready for an intimate relationship with him? He was her husband after all. Her very attractive husband at that.
But still, she barely knew him. Draco must have seen the hesitation in her eyes because he removed his hand. "Just a thought, wife." Leaning forward, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself." He walked away to get dressed.
Hermione quickly slipped into the bathroom, her mind whirling. What was that? It seemed like Draco wanted to sleep with her. But why?
Staring at her appearance in the mirror, Hermione grimaced. Her hair was sticking out in a million different directions, looking as if she had been electrocuted. She wasn't pretty by any means, so why would he want to sleep with her?
Probably because he can't sleep with anyone else, her conscience interjected. Hermione sadly agreed. Draco was a young man after all; it would only be in his nature to want to have sex.
She frowned, feeling rather down on herself. She was nothing. The only reason Draco was with her was because of convenience. They had an arranged marriage. They didn't marry for love or happiness. If she thought that was the case, then she was being a fool.
Hermione suddenly remembered she was spending the night in the Gryffindor Common Room. Poking her head out the bathroom door, she saw Draco was adjusting his tie.
"Draco, I won't be back tonight. I'm going to spend some time with Harry and Ron." She waited for his reaction.
"That's fine," Draco replied curtly. "I won't be here as well. I'm leaving the grounds tonight. I'm not sure if I'll be back before Monday."
Her eyes widened as tears threatened to spill over. Before realizing what she was doing, Hermione rushed towards, throwing her arms around him. She buried her face into his chest as she cried. His arms wrapped around her, holding her there tightly.
"Please be careful," she sobbed. It didn't matter that their marriage was only one of convenience, she cared for him. The idea of anything happening to him was horrifying.
"I'll be fine," Draco assured her. "Besides, the bond will let you know if anything is seriously wrong."
"It will?" she asked, her brown eyes peering up at him.
Draco nodded. "If something is wrong, you'll certainly know. A side effect of our marriage."
Hermione bit her lip. "Well, that's not exactly a bad thing." She looked up at him once more. "At least I'll know if you're okay or not."
Bending his head, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Go on, Hermione, and get ready. You don't want to be late for class."
She hugged him tightly before meeting his gaze. She quickly leant forward, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Be careful," she cautioned him again.
"I will," he promised. "I won't see you for the rest of the day." He paused. "Have fun tonight with your Gryffindors. Try not to worry about me too much."
"Easier said than done," she admitted softly. "Good-bye, Draco." She disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for her day.
Draco watched as the door closed behind her. He swallowed; wishing the lump in his throat would go away. He had no desire to spend the weekend with the Dark Lord, but that was sadly the path he had chosen.
No, he didn't choose this. His wretched father forced this upon him. Draco silently vowed that someday, he would make Lucius Malfoy pay.

The day went by quickly for Hermione. She had Charms, Muggle Studies, and History of Magic. She received an Outstanding on her Charms essay and was feeling rather pleased of herself.
It was now time for diner and Hermione found herself seated at the table, sandwiched between Ron and Harry. She placed some more of the mashed potatoes onto her plate, hungrily eating them.
"Hermione, I'm glad you'll be hanging out in the Common Room tonight," Harry said, giving his friend a smile. "It's really been so long since we've seen each other."
Hermione frowned. "I'm sorry, both of you. I know I haven't seen you in ages. We've been taking separate classes and my mission from Professor Dumbledore is keeping me busy. N.E.W.T.s are next year so I've been thinking about that and then I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do after school." She was panting by the time she finished speaking.
Ron and Harry exchanged glances.
"What?" she asked them both.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know why you're always panicking, Hermione. You should try to relax."
"In case you haven't forgotten, we're in a war, Harry. I can't just relax," Hermione snapped at him.
He held his hands up in mock defense. "I haven't forgotten, Hermione. I just know that once we leave school, there won't be any rest for us."
"There's no rest for us now, mate. At least not really," Ron muttered sadly. "We read the Daily Prophet and see that so and so went missing. There are Aurors everywhere when we go to Hogsmeade. Hermione's on a secret mission, and you've been training with Professor Dumbledore. It's almost like, what's the point?"
Harry looked at Ron, a hurt expression on his face. "What do you mean, 'what's the point?' We're still teenagers, Ron!"
"But we don't have the luxury of being normal teenagers, Harry!" Ron retorted. He angrily jabbed his fork into a piece of sausage. "I'm not trying to fight, but Hermione's right to be worried. I'm worried too, even though I don't really show it."
Hermione nodded in agreement, surprised that Ron was actually taking her side for once. He caught her eye and smiled at her. She smiled back.
"Harry," Hermione began. "I know you want to be a normal teenager, but you know that it's not real. We're in danger, even here at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts is the safest place on earth!" Harry protested.
Hermione looked at him skeptically. "Really? The safest place on Earth?" She shook her head. "Sirius broke in during our third year. A Polyjuiced Death Eater taught here our fourth year. Last year, that vile woman taught here, and completely turned things upside down! Hogwarts can be penetrated, Harry, which is why it's important that we follow the rules."
Harry frowned. He glanced down at his plate, his appetite suddenly gone. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I guess I was just fooling myself."
"Harry, don't beat yourself up, mate," Ron said, reaching around Hermione to clap Harry on the back. "Everything will work out, you'll see."
She nodded in encouragement. "Now, why don't we finish up dinner and head to the Common Room? I'd like to play a game of exploding snap."
Harry smirked. "Really, Hermione? The Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinaire, wants to play a game of exploding snap?"
"Yes, I do, Harry. And because you're being fresh, I'll play with Ron first."
The redhead grinned. "Brilliant, Hermione. I've wanted to play with you for ages."
Hermione did a double tack at his words. She looked at him and noticed his face was turning red.
"Er, I mean, I've wanted to play against you," he corrected himself. "You know, not… Um. Yeah, I'll meet you up there!" Ron pushed away from the table, rushing from the Great Hall.
Hermione and Harry watched him as he left.
"What was all that about?" Hermione asked Harry.
Harry shrugged. "He's been a bit weird about you lately."
She arched her brow. "A bit weird? What's that supposed to mean?"
Harry started to look uncomfortable. "I really don't know what you're talking about. Oh, look, there's Ginny. I think I'm going to go talk to her about this weekend's match."
"Harry Potter, don't you dare think about squirming out of this. What's going on with Ron?" she demanded to know.
He sighed. "Ron's got a bit of a crush on you."
Hermione's eyes widened. "He what?" she whispered.
"He fancies you," Harry said, looking confused. "Why do you look ill all of a sudden? Do you need to go to the Hospital Wing?"
"Why do I look ill?" Hermione repeated, her voice still low. "I just found out that one of my best mates fancies me!"
"But that's good!" Harry said, grinning. "You fancy him back, don't you?"
Hermione shook her head quickly. "No, I don't! I mean, I did in fourth year, but that ship has sailed, Harry."
"You mean you moved on?" Harry asked. He glanced at her suspiciously, noticing her flushed face. "Hermione, are you seeing someone?"
"And that is none of your business!" Hermione protested, standing up. "I'm heading to the Common Room. I'll meet you there."
Harry sighed, shaking his head. He finished up his dinner before getting up as well. Why did things always have to be so complicated?
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