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A/N: The title chapter comes from the song, �In My Place� by Coldplay

Chapter 14: Crossed Lines I Shouldn�t Have Crossed
Anger is a funny thing. Wait, no it isn�t. It�s a scary thing. A very scary thing. Especially when it came from Draco Malfoy. And at that moment, funny was the farthest thought from anyone�s mind as Draco glared� no, murderously aimed his eyesight at the red-haired man standing in his mother�s sitting room. The Dark Lord himself would have gulped nervously at the look Draco was giving.

�Draco,� Hermione said softly.

Draco turned his stare to the witch. �Not now, Hermione,� he said through clenched teeth.

�You have to calm down. Don�t you dare take your anger out on them. I�m warning you,� she said, a fire blazing through her brown eyes.

�Oh trust me, you�ll get your share of anger from me,� he spat.

He ignored her narrowed gaze and faced the original recipients of his anger.

Narcissa�s rosy cheeks stood out most on her face. Her bright cerulean eyes shone with a hint of apprehension and she held her son�s stare, meeting him blink for blink.

Now Charlie dealt with vicious, fire-breathing, man-killing dragons. He could take on a little craven Slytherin who hadn�t gotten his way.

�Look here, Malfoy,� Charlie started, drawing himself to full height, which was the exact same as Draco�s. Meaning, there would be no intimidation on the physical level. �Whatever little tantrum you�re about to have, it can wait because I sure as hell wouldn�t want to be you if you upset Narcissa.�

Silver irises turned near black as Draco took in the man in front of him. Hermione held her breath and thought quickly.

�Draco, please don�t get upset. I beg of you,� Hermione said, biting her lip.

�Who do you think you are coming here?� Draco asked in a growl.

Charlie lifted an eyebrow. �I think I�m a person who was invited.�

Draco glared in his mother�s direction. �You invited him?�

Narcissa nodded her head slowly, wide eyed.

�Am I the only one here who sees how stupid this is?� Draco yelled in frustration.

�It�s not stupid. Charlie�s a very nice man,� Narcissa said shakily.

�He�s only eight years older than me!� Draco screamed. �Do you not remember your condition, mum?�

�No, I must have forgotten that I�m completely loony,� Narcissa spat back. �Thanks for the reminder.�

Hermione gasped. �Draco, shut your mouth right now! How could you say that to her?�

�Stay out of this Hermione, no, you know what? How the hell could you have allowed this to happen? And why didn�t you tell me?� Draco turned to look at her.

�Your mother is a grown woman and she doesn�t need your permission to do anything,� Hermione replied, her arms crossed over her chest.

�She is under my care and I have a say in what happens to her.�

�No, you�re wrong. She�s under my care and I allowed for this to happen. It could be beneficial to her progress, but your little temper tantrum might not be, so I suggest you just shut up and leave. Come back when you�ve calmed down. I will NOT have you upset her and have her go into a fit,� Hermione said fiercely.

�I can�t believe you,� Draco said, with his head shaking. �Fine,� he turned to his mother, �do whatever the fuck you want and see if I care. Have your fun with Weasley but consider us no longer speaking.�

With that, Draco turned around and slammed the door on his way out.

Hermione sighed with frustration and irritation. �Narcissa, ignore him. He�s just a spoiled brat who hasn�t gotten his way.�

Narcissa sank down onto the couch. �He was so angry,� she said to nobody in particular.

Charlie sat down next to her. �Do you want me to leave?�

Narcissa looked up and had tears shining in her eyes. �Lucius will get upset if you don�t leave, so I think it�s best.�

Hermione�s heart sank. Charlie looked up at her with a puzzled look.

�Narcissa? Who was just in here yelling?� Hermione asked.

�L-lucius,� Narcissa said with a sniff.

Anger rose up in Hermione�s throat and it tasted bitter. �No, Narcissa; that was Draco.�

Narcissa shook her head violently. �Draco would n-never yell at me. Lucius doesn�t want me to see Charlie. He didn�t say so, but he implied it. I�m sorry, Charlie.�

Narcissa stood up and left her living room through the doors to her bedroom.

Hermione took her place next to Charlie. �I�m going to kill him.�

Charlie glanced at the Healer. �Who?�

�Draco. I�m going to kill him. I knew if he got upset she would regress. I just knew it,� Hermione said, her voice shaking in anger.

�So she thought that her son was Lucius?� Charlie asked.

�Like she said, Draco would never yell at her, so when he did, she repressed the action and associated it with something familiar. I have to go give her some potions and such, so I�m sorry about everything Charlie.�

�Sorry about what?� Charlie asked.

�About everything that has happened. You probably are never going to want to see her again.�

�Who says? Draco? I�m not afraid of him. Trust me. I�ve dealt with un-hatched dragon eggs scarier than him. She�ll be alright though won�t she?�

Hermione nodded. �Yeah, it�s just a regressive fit. She�ll just take an antidepressant potion and a neuroleptic one and then she�ll be back to normal.�

�Tell her to owl me when she�s feeling better,� Charlie said, standing up.

�You are one resilient bloke,� Hermione said with a smile.

�She�s a great woman,� he said simply. �I�ll see you around, Hermione.�

Hermione watched him leave. She now had two things to accomplish: attend to Narcissa and then murder Narcissa�s son.

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Draco wasn�t surprised to hear the door slam against the wall as he sat in his chair at his desk. He counted to three and hid a smirk when Hermione angrily walked into his office, looking like a bull about to charge. He could almost see some red in her eyes.

�You are a pathetic excuse for a human being,� she said in a low and scary voice.

Draco raised an eyebrow and stared right back at her. His calm demeanor, which he had inherited from his father, could infuriate a person who was trying to scold him. �Is that right?�

�I hope you�re pleased that your mother had a fit because of you. Nothing serious, but it still was one and it wouldn�t have happened if you weren�t so damn narrow-minded,� Hermione said, her voice dripping with pure antagonism.

Draco felt a pain in his chest knowing he had caused his mother to have a fit. He stayed silent.

Hermione continued. �Why the hell is it any of your business what she does and does not do? She is a grown woman who can make her own damn choices. You�re just angry that she has found someone who could possibly make her happy. Charlie is filling a role that you think belongs to you. Well, guess what? You can�t be the only male in her life, no matter what her condition is,� Hermione said.

Her resolve weakened when she saw Draco�s eyes narrow in her direction.

�Thanks for the diagnosis, Healer Granger,� he said maliciously. �But I don�t remember asking your opinion.�

�It�s not opinion, Draco. It�s fact. You feel intimidated that another male is going to be in your mother�s life and that he is probably going to make her happy. I�m not saying that you don�t make her happy, but there are some things a son can�t do for a mother. She needs to feel affection from outside her maternal being. You�re being incredibly selfish in preventing that,� Hermione said, her tone becoming softer when she saw the look of hurt pass through Draco�s eyes.

She watched him as he steepled his hands beneath his chin and rested his elbows on his the desk. He seemed to be thinking about what she was saying. Or at least, she hoped he was.

�I don�t want anyone to hurt her like my father did,� he said quietly, not looking at her.

Hermione came around to his chair and cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. �She�s not going to get hurt. But you do realize that you hurt her more than Charlie or any other man could hurt her. You�re the only joy in her life and she told me in one of the questioning sessions that you were the only reason she has left to live.�

Draco sighed and put his arms around Hermione�s waist, dragging her down to sit in his lap.

�I�ve messed up, haven�t I?�

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as he laid his head against her chest. �Yes, but you�ve seen the error of your ways and you now know what you have to do.�

�Did you have to medicate her?� he asked softly.

Hermione nodded. �She�ll be awake soon and you can talk to her then.�

�I don�t have to apologize to the Weasel, do I?� Draco asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. �Well first off, I�m not sure it�s a wise thing to call him that, especially in front of Narcissa. Second of all, whatever you do is your decision. No one is making you do anything.�

�Why do you put up with me? Didn�t I tell you I�m one step away from losing my mind completely?�

Hermione pulled back to look him in the face. She stroked his cheek with her thumb. �If I have to tell you one more time that you are as sane as I am, I swear I�ll go crazy myself,� she said with a soft smile. �I put up with you because the sex is great.�

Draco laughed and lifted his head to kiss her.

�We need to work on controlling your temper,� Hermione said, resting against him.

�There is nothing wrong with my temper,� Draco said coolly.

�Oh yes there is. For Merlin�s sake, I actually thought you were going to kill someone when you found out. I know she�s your mother and I know Charlie is a Weasley and someone who�s twelve years younger than her�but there are worse things,� Hermione explained.

Draco stayed quiet and rested his head against her shoulder.

�I know you love your mother and I know you only want her to be safe and happy, but sometimes you just have to remember that she knows what will make her safe and happy. She raised you to be a very conscientious man and one who puts his loved ones first. You act on your emotions and that�s something that will never change,� she sighed. �I love you, Draco, I really do. I hope you know that.�

Draco smiled. �Yeah, I know.�

She turned in his arms to face him. �I�m going to tell Harry and Ron about us today, since it�s technically my day off.�

Draco winced. �For once, I�m glad I cannot leave the manor. Those two would have hissy-fits and that�s something I don�t feel like dealing with.�

�Thanks for the support,� Hermione said dryly.

�I�m a Slytherin, what can I say?� he said with a smirk. �We�re not big on the stay around and get your ass beaten. It�s not our style.�

Hermione laughed. �Oh? And what is your style?�

�Hmm� doggie?� he said mischievously.

Hermione�s mouth gaped in feigned shock. �You�re such a pervert.�

Draco laughed. �Ouch, harsh words, babe.�

�It�s nothing you don�t deserve after what you put your mother through.�

Draco sighed. �Yeah, I know.�

Hermione kissed his cheek. �I�m going to go face the music and by the time I get back, you better have spoken to her and groveled on your knees for her to forgive you.�

�Good luck,� he said, kissing her lips one last time.

�You too,� she said and left him to wallow in guilt and other negative emotions he didn�t feel like sorting out.

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Hermione arrived at the Burrow, holding on to Isabelle�s arm for dear life and sustenance.

�Jeez, Herms, just chillax,� Isabelle reassured her. �Everything is going to be fine. I told you that I�m here for you and that I support you 200 percent. Those boys� barks are worse than their bites.�

�I know� but, oh goodness. They are going to absolutely freak,� Hermione said, biting her lip.

�Where�s that Gryffindor courage Harry�s always talking about?� Isabelle said with a smile. �Although if he had that courage, he�d try some of the things I suggest in bed.�

�Ok, Isabelle�too much information. Officially, too much. I�d rather tell them now than sit out here listening to you talk about things I never, ever want to listen to.�

Isabelle smiled. �Alright then, let�s do this.�

Isabelle knocked on the door and they were greeted by Molly Weasley.

�Oh, Hermione! It�s been so long since we�ve seen you, dear,� she exclaimed, grabbing Hermione in a choking hug.

�But you saw me at Ron�s wedding, which was only a week ago,� Hermione said.

�Yes, well the house has been so empty. Ron and Ellie just got back from Fiji this morning and they just made it to the Burrow,� Mrs. Weasley explained.

�Is Harry here yet?� Hermione asked as they were ushered into the living room.

�They�re all in the living room catching up, dear. I hate to greet and run, but I�m meeting Bill and Fleur to help them decorate the nursery. Can you believe she�s already eight months pregnant? I�m all a dither,� she said with a heartwarming grin.

�Ok, Mrs. Weasley, tell them we said hello,� Hermione said receiving a goodbye hug from the nurturing woman.

Isabelle led Hermione into the living room where Ron, Ellie, Harry, Fred and George sat talking. She groaned inwardly at having such a large audience, but figured that when she told Harry and Ron that everyone was bound to find out.

�Hermione! Cor, we missed you!� Ron said, embracing her in a brotherly hug.

�I�ve missed you too,� she said, greeting Ellie and Harry respectively.

�So how�s the haunted house?� George asked.

Hermione took a seat between Isabelle and Fred, opposite of Harry, Ron and Ellie. George had a seat on the floor.

�I assume you�re speaking of the manor?� Hermione asked.

�The one and only. I�m surprised you�re still in one piece and haven�t killed yourself from having to deal with Malfoy,� Fred added.

Oh she had dealt with Malfoy. In many ways. And in many states of undress. Pushing those arousing thoughts from her mind, she pasted a smile on her face.

�Draco is not what he was in school. Not at all,� she explained.

�Draco? On a first-name basis are we?� Fred asked.

�We�re all adults here and Draco, as surprising as it may seem to you, has in fact grown up and has dealt with a lot of things that many of you probably will never have the misfortune to experience,� Hermione said. �I respect him a lot.�

�Is respect another word for fancy?� Ellie said with a sly smile.

Hermione laughed uncomfortably. �How was the honeymoon?� she asked, switching subjects almost immediately. She could hear Isabelle covering a laugh with a fake cough.

Ron and Ellie looked at each other in a way that oozed �newlyweds.� Hermione felt a pang of jealousy but shook it off instantly.

�It was beautiful. Fiji is the most exquisite place,� Ellie said, a faint blush decorating her cheeks.

�I�m sure the only place you two actually managed to see was the bedroom of the honeymoon suite,� Fred said laughing and receiving a throw pillow to the gut.

�Wait, I have a question�is it true that Charlie really hit it off with female Malfoy at Ronnie-kin�s wedding?� George asked. Ron grimaced at the nickname.

Isabelle smiled. �He sure did. They make the cutest couple, well besides Herms and Draco.�

�Belle!� Hermione gasped.

All eyes turned towards Hermione.

Isabelle shrugged. �What? You were going to avoid the subject until someone asked you straight out and I just don�t have the time for that.�

Hermione sent Isabelle a searing glare and turned to Harry and Ron who sat looking at her in a mixture of shock and confusion.

�Is it true?� Harry asked. �Are you and Malfoy a couple?�

�A couple?� Ron blurted out. �A couple of idiots if it�s true.�

�Oh hush, Ron,� Ellie scolded. �So what if they�re a couple?�

�Answer the question, Hermione. Are you and Malfoy a couple?�

Hermione sighed and looked at her two best male friends. �Yes.�

Hermione heard Fred chuckling next to her. �This should be good.�

She ignored him and kept her stare with her friends.

Ron shook his head in a daze. �Have you completely gone barmy?�

Harry had a disbelieving smile on his face. �She�s joking. There is no way Hermione would ever have feelings for Malfoy. He�s a ferret.�

Hermione was sure her lower lip was going to be chapped from all the biting she was inflicting on it. Suddenly, an image of Draco whispering his love for her as they made love and smiling at her when he thought she wasn�t looking flashed through her mind, giving her a boost of confidence.

�Actually, Ron, I haven�t gone completely barmy. I pride myself as a neuropsychiatric Healer to have a very stable frame of mind. And no, Harry, I�m not joking. I, in fact, do have feelings for Draco. Very strong feelings. We�re in love.�

�Holy shit,� George whispered from the floor, watching the back-and-forth like a tennis match.

Isabelle held Hermione�s hand in reassurance and pride.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and then turned back to Hermione. �Now, Hermione, I�m trying really, really hard not to lose my temper or be irrational,� Ron said surprisingly, �but I�m not sure I follow what you�re trying to tell us.�

�What are you an idiot?� Fred asked. �Hermione luurves Malfoy. Malfoy luurves Hermione. Can�t get any easier than that.�

�You love him?� Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

�For Merlin�s sake, you two are so thick,� Isabelle gave a frustrated sighed. �Hermione Granger, your best friend, moved to the Malfoy Manor three weeks ago. She worked with Draco and his mother to help treat her for her schizophrenia. Along the way, she and Draco talked and became closer, realizing that they actually enjoy talking to each other.�

Isabelle continued. �Let�s not forget the fact that they practically fell into lust at first sight. Hermione is a total hottie, and Draco is an attractive male. Don�t look at me like that Harry, just be glad I toned down that comment,� Isabelle said, not breaking her rhythm, �that lust turned into love pretty quickly seeing as how they spent most of their time with each other, talking about their childhoods, their regrets, their interests, and what have you. So let�s all be adults here and just be happy for Herms because she has snagged herself a pretty decent fella.�

Hermione felt a lump form in her throat at Isabelle�s defense. She squeezed her friend�s hand in thanks.

�And she�s happy, so don�t you try and make this hard for her,� Isabelle added.

Harry and Ron sat with astonished looks: mouths half-open and eyes blinking stupidly. Ellie smiled at Hermione.

�That�s great, Hermione. I�m happy for you. I never thought you were a person to make bad decisions, so I know that this is a good one,� Ellie said.

�Thank you, Ellie, that�s very sweet of you,� Hermione said, finding her voice.

�Well, I can never say that I ever liked Malfoy� but if you�re happy, then I guess that�s alright,� Fred said, putting an arm around her shoulders. �Just don�t give us any details. I�m not sure we could stomach that.�

Hermione laughed and hugged Fred.

Ron and Harry kept their shocked stances.

�Are you guys going to say anything? Your opinions really matter to me,� Hermione said.

�What do you want us to say, Hermione? That we�re happy?� Ron asked a look of hurt and bewilderment on his face. �Because that�s one thing I�m definitely not feeling right now. I mean, it�s Draco Malfoy for crying out-loud. He called you horrible things in school, made fun of you, made our lives miserable. And now you say you�re in love with him?�

�Now, Ron, that�s all in the past,� Ellie tried placating her husband. �People change.�

�Malfoys don�t,� Harry added.

�Harry, how can you say that when Draco helped lead us to Voldemort?� Hermione asked, her cheeks growing warm with anger and her eyes filling with aggravated tears. �He�s a good person who was dealt a crappy hand at life. His father and the Death Eaters did horrible things to him and his mother. No one should have lived the life he did.�

�Well if he had such a crappy life, he surely didn�t show it. You�d think he was a goddamn prince the way he sauntered around school,� Ron retorted. �Had money flowing out his a--�

�That�s not fair, Ron. Money meant nothing when he was being abused and being emotionally traumatized by the things he had to go through. Is this what it comes down to? His money? Because he surely has no use for it now that he�s on the run from the Ministry.�

�That�s another thing, he�s a bloody criminal, on house-arrest,� Ron argued.

�You know for a fact that that is not true in the least. Do you fall asleep at the Order meetings?� Hermione asked, incensed. �He never killed anyone and he never wanted to.�

Ron mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like �Dumbledore.�

�Speak up, Ron, I�m not sure I heard you,� Hermione said, her hands shaking with ire as Isabelle held them.

�Well if it hadn�t been for Malfoy, Dumbledore wouldn�t have died, so in a small way, he did kill someone,� Ron said.

�He was ordered to kill him. He was being threatened and he was just a scared kid. We all were! You know just as well as I do that if someone threatened to kill your family, you would do whatever was asked of you, or you would at least try,� Hermione said, her voice tired and frustration edging through.

She continued, �You know what? I don�t need to sit here and defend him to the both of you. He�s a good person who�s had a rough life and he�s seen his mistakes. I love him for the person he has become, not for the person that you think you know. He�s not what he was back at Hogwarts and I love the man he has grown up to be.�

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. �So that�s it? You love him?�

Hermione nodded.

�And there�s nothing we can do to stop it?� Ron asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. �You could kill us. That might work.�

�Hermione, this is just, it�s just surreal,� Harry sighed. �This is Draco Malfoy we�re talking about. I mean, how can you have a relationship with him when he�s imprisoned within his own home?�

�We�re doing just fine,� Hermione sniffed.

Fred and George snickered. �Don�t need to go out much when you do what they do,� Fred added.

He received another throw pillow to the gut.

�This is too much for me,� Ron said with a shake of his head. �I�m not sure I can handle it right now, I�m sorry, Mione.�

�Why can�t you just be happy for her?� Ellie asked, taking her husband�s hand. �She�s in love with him and if they make each other happy then who are we to stand in their way. Yes, you�re her best friend, but you have no right to judge her.�

�It�s ok Ellie. You married a very stubborn man and you�ll get used to it in time,� Hermione said coldly. �I am very happy with Draco and if you two can�t find it within yourselves to be happy for me then I guess I have nothing to say to either of you.�

�Oh, come on, Hermione. Don�t be like that. You must understand how we feel about all this. You�re the brain Healer. How would you feel if Ron or I started dating�.dating��

�Pansy Parkinson,� Ron offered.

�Yeah, Pansy Parkinson. How would you feel?� Harry asked.

�Well I�m not sure Isabelle or Ellie would be very happy,� Hermione said slyly.

Isabelle and Ellie smiled and winked at Hermione.

�But it doesn�t matter who you date because I would put aside my prejudices and my past grievances and try to find a way to be happy for you. You�re just not giving Draco the chance he deserves.�

Ron and Harry folded their arms across their chests and scowled.

�I�m sorry, Hermione. I just can�t bring myself to do that,� Harry said, receiving a disappointed look from both Isabelle and Hermione.

Ron sighed. �I�m sorry, Mione. Neither can I.�

Hermione looked at her two best friends and smiled. �I�m sorry you feel that way,� she said and got up from the couch.

Isabelle shot the boys a cold glare and followed Hermione out the door.

�Hermione, love, wait!� Isabelle jogged up alongside Hermione.

Hermione wiped away the cascading tears and leaned against an oak tree, hands shaking.

�They�re just a bunch of prats,� Isabelle said, hugging Hermione close. �Don�t listen to them and I�ll talk to Harry and I�m sure El will talk to Ron.�

�I understood that they would be upset, but they won�t even give him a chance,� Hermione said sadly.

�It�ll work out, Herms. Trust me, but right now, let them simmer down and collect their thoughts and you just go on back to the manor,� Isabelle said, kissing her hair.

Hermione nodded and hugged Isabelle. �Can you come to the manor tomorrow? I�d really like to invite you over for lunch. Narcissa says she misses your wild character.�

�Of course I�ll come over. Does noon sound ok?� Isabelle asked as they walked towards the Apparition point.

�Perfect, I�ll see you then,� Hermione said and with a pop, she was gone.

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Draco quietly opened the door to his mother�s bed chambers, using the sunlight drifting in through her windows as a light source. He found her sleeping on her bed, her blonde hair spread out on the pillow, looking like the angel he always thought of her to be.

He felt the pain in his chest again as he watched her sleep. He crossed the room and sat down softly on the bed, reaching his hand out to stroke her cheek with his hand.

The things she had lived through, the pain she had had to endure, the trials she had faced were things that Draco wouldn�t wish upon his enemies. He leant down and kissed her forehead, sighing with the knowledge that he had caused her emotional trouble.

Narcissa�s eyes fluttered open slowly. Taking in her son�s melancholy features, she took his hands into her own and kissed them.

�I�m so sorry, mum,� he whispered. Sorrow and grief radiated from his light grey eyes. �I shouldn�t have said those awful things and I�m just so� I feel terrible.�

Narcissa smiled and motioned for him to lie down next to her. She put her arms around him and he laid his head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat.

�I thought I had dreamt that,� Narcissa said softly. �I thought I had dreamt your little tantrum.�

Draco could hear her small chuckle and could feel her upper body move up and down with it. He tightened his arms around her. �It was real, mum. And I�m sorry. I don�t deserve your forgiveness, but I�m truly sorry.�

Narcissa stroked his soft blond hair away from his face, the way she used to when he was young and was ill. �When you were 5 years old, your father bought you a little plush dragon. You took that thing everywhere. You never let it out of your sight and it was as if you were attached to it by the hip. Your father became upset with you because the toy dragon started to become dirty and dusty from all the use you put it through.

�He told me that I was to get rid of it because you were getting too attached to a mere toy. I, of course, had to obey him, so I snuck into your room one night as you slept and took the dragon away.�

�That was you?� Draco asked. �I thought I had lost Mr. Kitty Cat Magoo.�

Narcissa laughed. �I forgot you used to call him that.�

�Well I was only five. My other experience in naming things resulted in Snot and Poopy,� Draco said, a smile gracing his features.

Narcissa laughed again. �Oh my love,� she said with a sigh. �You were so distraught after you found your dragon missing. You cried and screamed and yelled and refused to speak to your father because he declined to buy you another one.�

�But I remember getting the toy back,� Draco said, his brows furrowed, �on my sixth birthday.�

�Yes. I came in to tuck you into bed that night and brought with me the original Mr. Kitty Cat Magoo. You were so delighted, but I made you promise to keep him in your room under the bed and only bring him out when your father wasn�t home.�

�You were the greatest mum a kid could ask for, you know that?� Draco asked.

Narcissa smiled. �I haven�t finished the story yet,� she said.

�Please continue,� Draco said with a laugh.

�Anyways, a few months passed by and you played with your Mr. Kitty Cat Magoo every night before going to bed and then you would put him under your bed so your father wouldn�t find him. Well, one night you were playing with him, reading it a story or something and your father walked into your room.�

�That was scariest thing I remember as a child. He looked murderous. Looked like he was going to kill someone,� Draco reminisced.

Narcissa kept a pointed silence, stroking her son�s hair.

�Oh,� Draco said after a few moments. �And I behaved the exact same way earlier today.�

Narcissa kissed the top of his head. �Yes you did.�

�I really am sorry,� Draco said with a drawn out sigh.

�I forgive you, my love. I always will,� Narcissa said.

�So you and Weasley, huh?� Draco asked trying his hardest not to sound disgusted.

�He�s a very charming man,� Narcissa said, a smirk unheard in her tone. �Don�t you think so, Draco?�

�Oh yes, he swept me off of my feet,� Draco said wryly. �Captured my heart. I can�t wait to call him �daddy� when the time comes.�

Narcissa laughed. �You always were a silly thing and a drama queen. I never said anything about Charlie being serious.�

�Don�t tell me Miss virtuous, righteous, Narcissa Black is having a fling. How scandalous!� Draco said, sitting up with a sly grin.

Narcissa winked at him and got out of the bed, leaving her son laughing. She strode over to the window that overlooked the front entrance and Apparition wards.

�Speaking of flings, your lovely lady friend has just arrived,� Narcissa pointed out. �Oh, and she doesn�t look too happy.�

Draco got up from the bed and looked out the window. �She just went to go break the news to Potter and Weasley about our relationship. I�m guessing it didn�t go too well.�

�You should go comfort her, my love. I�m feeling fine and I have no more use for your devious remarks today,� she said with a smile as she led him to the door. �I�ll see you two later.�

Draco kissed his mother on the cheek and left her wing, walking down to the foyer to meet Hermione. He reached the bottom step when Hermione strode through the door, flinging her cloak off angrily and throwing it over her arm.

She noticed Draco on the bottom step looking at her with a mix of curiosity and worry. �Are you alright, love?� he asked with concern.

Hermione could feel the tears that threatened most of her visit to the Burrow. She let two stray tears fall and practically ran into Draco�s arms. His concern for her had pushed her over the tearful edge and she could barely hear her muffled sobbing against his strong chest. His arms wrapped around her protectively.

All worries seemed to diffuse away from her mind. In his arms, she could almost forget the hurt and the pain.

She pulled away slightly to look at him.

His stunning features looked down at her with a sad-smile. She grabbed his face in both her hands and brought it down to meet hers in a violent kiss.

Shock ran primarily through Draco�s system at the bruising kiss inflicted upon him by the distraught woman in his arms. He kissed back with fervor, of course, being of the male species, he wasn�t going to just push her away.

It was a demanding kiss. She needed him. She needed him to help her.

�Make me forget, Draco. Show me how much you love me and make me forget,� she whispered breathily against his mouth.

She could feel his heated arousal against her stomach as she whispered her words and wound her fingers through his downy tresses.

Draco found a lot of trouble in uttering his next words. �You�re emotionally vulnerable, love. I�m not going to take advantage of you.�

�No, I�m not,� she said, her tumbling tears betraying her words. �Please, Draco. I need you. Remind me of our love.�

Draco closed his eyes and held her tighter to him. She leaned her head up and kissed his lips softly, nipping his lower lip with her teeth and opening his mouth up to explore. She swallowed his groan and felt his hands move lower down her back towards her backside

He deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers and pushing his blatant arousal into her heat. She moaned throatily and pulled away from his lips, garnering the fresh air that she sought.

She squealed momentarily when she was caught off-guard and Draco lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his forehead and cheeks.

She noticed he wasn�t going up the stairs but into the dining room where they had their meals.

�Why aren�t we going upstairs?� she asked, voice heavy with lust and longing.

�I�m strong, Hermione, but I�m not Mr. Universe,� he said with a grin. �I would have never made it up those infinite count steps.�

Hermione laughed huskily and refrained from squealing again as he lay her on the dining room table.

�Surely you�re not suggesting we� on the table where we eat our meals?� she asked hesitantly.

�Scared?� he asked, leaning over her and inching her jeans off of her lithe frame.

�No,� she responded, meeting his stare and licking her lips, which were entirely too dry for having been kissed but seconds ago. �What if someone catches us?�

�Who? The one other person who lives here?� he asked, latching his fingers into the waistband of her light pink knickers. �She�s occupied upstairs. Dinner won�t be served for another 3 hours. But dessert will be served right now.�

Hermione�s breathing increased as Draco stared hungrily at her half-naked form. He lifted one of her legs up to his mouth and kissed a trail from her ankle to behind her knee. He licked the back of her knee and blew a cold stream of air, making her moan low in her throat.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, turning her knuckles white. His lips left a path of burning pleasure in their wake as he moved closer to her damp core.

�Draco, please,� she said in tone barely above a whisper.

She covered her mouth with one hand as she muffled a scream when she felt his tongue against her warm folds. He held her in place with his hands on her hips, holding her down on the table. She squirmed though with the intense bliss he was evoking with that tongue of his.

He feasted on her as though she were splurge from a diet. Her intoxicating scent drove him to the brink of madness, where he constantly claimed he was. He couldn�t get enough of her taste, her smell, couldn�t get enough of her. He could tell she was nearing completion, so with the nip of his teeth against her concentrated bud of nerves, he had her calling out his name in climactic urgency.

As she moaned out his name in her orgasm, he swiftly undid his pants and freed his straining erection from the cloth prison. In one dexterous move, he sheathed himself inside of her and almost came to his climax at the intense heat and contraction of her walls around him.

He leaned over her on the table and kissed her slowly, languorously, reveling in the fact that she could taste herself on his lips. She urged him to move by bucking up her hips against him.

He tortured her at first, with slow, laborious strokes, making her moan and scowl at him for going so slow. The nails scaling down his arm and back urged him to speed up his pace.

He obliged to her harsh whim and upped his tempo, pounding into her with a force he didn�t know he had. Her back arched up towards him. The thought that they were still half-dressed made a small stop in his mind, but quickly disappeared as Hermione called out his name once more and he could feel her womanhood squeeze him in its climax.

Hermione brought him to his own completion and he gutturally whispered her name as he came hard. They sat panting for air, sweat clinging to their bodies, making their shirts stick to their bodies.

Draco kissed Hermione�s cheek, whispering words into her ear, �I love you.�

Hermione bit back a sob as she nodded against his shoulder. �Thank you,� she said breathlessly. �Thank you for showing me how much.�

He pulled out of her and brought his boxers and pants back up, zipping them up as Hermione put on her own missing articles of clothing.

Fully dressed, Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist in a squeezing hug. �How can we ever eat on that table again?�

Draco laughed and walked her towards the door. �The house-elves clean it before every meal, and it�s not like we made a mess. We�re very clean lovers.�

Hermione chuckled against his chest. �Did you speak to your mother?�

Draco nodded and kissed the top of Hermione�s head.

Hermione sighed. �I guess I don�t have to tell you that Ron and Harry didn�t take the news very well.�

�They can rot in hell for all I care,� Draco said frigidly.

Hermione frowned. �They�re still my best friends, Draco. I would like their approval at least.�

Draco sighed as they climbed the steps towards his wing. �Don�t you understand that they�re never going to approve of me? I�m public enemy number one to them and to the rest of the Wizarding world.�

�Isabelle approves, Fred and George approve,� Hermione argued.

�The Weasel twins approve? Oh well then, that settles it,� Draco said sarcastically.

Hermione swatted his backside with her hand playfully. �Keep your sharp tongue out of this or I won�t be repaying you for your, mmmm, delightful table manners,� she said wantonly.

Draco smirked and opened the double doors to his wing. �You sure know how to shut a man up.�

�Oh, I know plenty of ways,� she said, grabbing his face and bringing his lips to hers in a scorching, lip-chapping kiss.

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A/N: look at that! NO CLIFFIE! I�m proud of me, too.
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