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Of Foes and Friends	By : Juliesnaps Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco walked up the stairs with an air of frustration and aloofness. He was in another world when he forcefully collided with Ginny.

"Watch where you're going, ferret," she snapped, "what in Merlin's name are you doing to Hermione?"

"I'm being her friend, unlike you Weasel," he retorted and continued his way to the Come and Go Room. Each step he took, he expected that stinging curse to collide with his back. All he heard was Neanderthal-like grunting and a closed-mouth scream. It seemed like Ginny was trying to hold back her fury, throwing a hissy fit without releasing a sound. Maybe it was safe to walk away from her.

He felt perplexed, Hermione was loyal to a fault. She loved her friends, she wanted her friends; yet somehow they didn't seem to want her. Or at the very least treat her like she was wanted. He didn't understand how she still called them her friends, they were so awful to her. But then again, he had been horrendous as well.

Without even realizing it, Draco found himself walking past the designated wall three times. He stumbled in in a daze, not looking around and noticing the changes to the room. He didn't see the books change from tattoos and mirrors to psychology and self-help. He didn't notice how dreary and depressing their sanctuary had become. All he knew is that he did not deserve Hermione. None of them did, but least of all him.

As he walked around, he did spot the bottle of Fire Whiskey and a single tumbler. It was calling his name. He slowly poured himself a measure and drank. And another. And another. Until the bottle was empty. He took a seat and waited, wasn't alcohol supposed to make you feel...better?

The drunkenness didn't hit him slowly, but like a high speed collision with the bleachers during a Quidditch match. The world was swirling, a cloud of colors, each more nauseating than the last. He closed his eyes but that only made the topsy-turvy feeling worse.

Just as he tried to get up, to reach the bathroom, a hand pushed him back into his seat and a rubbish bin was shoved into his hands. He quickly retched into the offered container and looked up to see Hermione before him with a glass of water and a concerned look on her face.

"No, Hermione. You need to leave me." He said, trying to get up again only to have her push him into his seat once again.

She gingerly sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck after having moved the bin out of his hands. Draco looked up at her in confusion; the alcohol making an odd situation even odder. They looked each other in the eye, seeking for answers to unasked questions.

"Draco, out of everybody, you are the last person I want to leave right now."

Slowly, Hermione leaned in and pressed her lips to his. She wanted to convey the comfort she felt thanks to him; how at ease she was around him. Still, she felt slightly shocked when he returned the kiss. A magical spark between the two made them cling to each other. Her hands were clinging onto the front of his shirt as if her life depended on it while his knuckles were turning white around her hips.

The gentle peck that had started as a comforting gesture quickly escalated. Hermione felt his tongue seeking entrance, gently pushing against her lips. She gladly let him in, enjoying the feeling of their tongues dueling and his hands roaming. She let go of her death grip on his shirt and slid her hands around his neck and into his hair. Draco pulled her closer as she ran her fingers over his scalp.

Hermione could feel her pulse increasing with each second the kiss continued. She felt excitement and fear as it became more heated. Everything felt perfect, except for the niggling panic in the back of her brain. As Draco's hand slipped up her side, towards her breast, Hermione became overwhelmed and sprang backwards. Her movement was so sudden that she fell off his lap and kept scrambling away from him.

"Hermione?" Draco asked, his voice full of confusion and concern.

He slowly got up from his seat, swaying with the alcohol still running in his system. Hermione scooted back with every step he made towards her. He could see the fear on her face, plain as day. The same emotion he had witnessed when his aunt had carved into her arm. "Ron, no. Please, no." She whispered, stopping Draco in his tracks.

Draco turned around just in time to vomit in the rubbish bin again, this time out of disgust mixed with too much alcohol. He tried to compose himself, he needed to be strong for her, he was all she had right now. Releasing a deep breath he didn't know he'd taken, he turned back towards her and lowered himself to her level. He crouched and looked her in the eye, "it's me, Draco. Ron's not here. He can't hurt you anymore."

Gradually, he saw her calm down. Her breathing slowed down and her eyes lost their terrified gleam. "I'm sorry," she whispered between gulps of air, "I know." She could still see the red hair in her mind, the look of anger and feel the possessiveness in his hands. But it had all been in her head and she knew it. This was Draco, the person who had been comforting her and doing everything her friends had forgotten about. Kissing him had felt so right, until he had reached for her breast and the flashback started.

They sat, on the floor, inches away from each other, staring at the other person. Draco felt his backside become numb and his drunkenness had come to a crashing halt, just like it had started. "Come here," he said, opening his arms towards her. Hermione could hear the yearning and need in his voice, he needed her as much as she needed him right now. She shuffled across the cold stone and eagerly settled into his hug.

~*~*~*~

The morning started as usual; a buzz, a shove and groan. "Draco, wake up. You can't be late for class again," Hermione said as she shook his shoulder.

"My head hurts too much for class," he murmured back, nuzzling his face into the pillow. His head was pounding, he could feel something inching its way up his throat and the room felt like it was on fire. He felt her hand on his back - she was already out of bed and taking care of him it seemed. "Here," was all she said when he looked her way. He noticed water and pills in her hands, "Muggle remedy, drink up."

He gingerly reached out and took the three pills, two looked the same and one different, as well as the water. Hermione huffed, "it's something for your headache and vitamins. Things I keep handy after having lived with boys for so long. Drink the whole glass of water, two if you can." He sat back in the bed and watched as she walked away, to the bathroom. Dutifully, Draco took what had been offered to him.

"It's not working!" He called out two minutes later, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. Hermione came back from the loo fully dressed and pecked him on the lips, "give it a half hour: I said Muggle, not magical." She gave him a smug look and walked out of the room with her bag over the shoulder.
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