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Hermione Granger and the wishing stone	By : fatedsoul Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the world and I am making no money off this story. I just think it's fun to Play with poor little Draco and Hermione. ^^

Chapter List
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A/N: I have not disappeared and I do plan on finishing this story. My life was just very busy for the last year. Here is a new chapter, more will come.
13.

It was another three days before Madam Pomfrey finally released Hermione from the hospital wing. She had spent those days of forced bed rest trying to force herself to remember what had happened to her the night of the fall social. The effort had caused nothing but a stabbing pain at her temple that took the breath from her lungs. When she could no longer force herself to try and fill in the missing pieces of memory she busied herself with catching up on her class work and pouring over every piece of Wizarding law she could find.
            By the time she was allowed to retreat back to her room to try and formulate a plan with the help of her newfound connection with Draco her head was spinning with equal parts advanced Arithmancy and ancient wizarding civil rights laws. Even with a dozen plans floating through her head in an attempt to keep her mind off the very thing she was concentrating so hard on fixing, the silence of the Head’s common room was unnerving.
            The house elves had kept everything tidy. Books that had been lying across the coffee table had been returned to their shelves; the throw pillows that had been laid out beside the fire were once again on the couch. Everything had been cleaned and dusted, breathing deeply she could smell the soap they used in cleaning, with no hint of the mint or sage. There was no lingering sent of Draco and her heart wrenched at the thought. The elves had scrubbed his existence from the room, and though they were only doing their job, at that moment, it felt like there was some sinister force trying to wipe Draco from the world.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she rushed through the room and up the stairs to the Solace of her room. Once inside Hermione closed the door and closed her eyes, forcing herself to take a deep breath. “What is wrong with you Granger?” She chided herself, her voice shaking. “Why are you so over heals for a guy you hated when he was the boy you knew?” Opening her eyes she stared into the full length mirror that hung on the heavy oak door. “You’ve only known this version of Draco Malfoy for three months. It took you years to admit you had feelings for Ron, so why are you so in love?”
Her reflection tilted its head to the right slightly, quirked it’s left brow and brought its hands to its hips. “You REALLY have to ask yourself that?”
Whether the words came from the refection or her head the chestnut haired witch was so startled that she drew her wand and pointed it at the mirror.
The reflection sighed. “When our timelines merged your memories overwrote mine. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not still a part of you, or that my memories and feelings aren’t inside you. You love Draco Malfoy because I love Draco Malfoy. You might be getting to know him, but you have also known him for seven years.”
Pocketing her wand Hermione sighed and her refection went back to being just that. Of course she had feelings for Draco. She’d felt it from her first day in the new timeline. Part of her remembered the blond, and that part of her was influencing her feelings. That part of her loved the exiled Slytherin Prince more than she had ever loved Ron.
“This is so stupid Hermione.” She mutters to herself as she reaches for the door knob and pulls the heavy door open. “You’ve gone mad.” She states again, even as she heads back down the stars into the common room before heading up the stars that led to Draco’s room. She wanted nothing more than for him to be on the other side, but she knew it would be empty. Pushing the door open she was glad to see that the house elves had kept the fire stoked and the room clean, it meant that they expected his return, that Dumbledore expected his return. Unlike the common room though, the blonde’s private quarters still smelled like him, which caused the sharp pain in Hermione’s heart to ease into a dull ache.
The curly haired witch had only been in his room once, and she had been in such a state of shock at the time that she hadn’t actually taken the time to look around. That was not a mistake she was going to make the second time around. Slowly, she took in the room. He had a large four post bed that was identical to hers except the coverings were green and silver instead of red and gold. A large over stuffed Black chair sat beside the fire, an oak desk was pushed under the window with a worn copy of Advanced Alchemy, a Study of the Uses of Dragon Blood sitting in the center. In the far corner was a black leather punching bag, worn across the middle from excessive use.
Hermione wandered the large room, running her fingers across the books on his bookshelf before finally flopping onto his bed, taking in the smell of mint, sage, and sweat. The combination caused a shutter to run the length of her spine and heat to pool deep in her core. She wanted to be covered by his scent, surrounded by it. She needed to feel like he was there with her. With that one thought in mind she peeled back the thick comforter, blankets, and sheets before climbing fully into the bed and pulling them around her. “Draco, I miss you.” She muttered into his pillow. Closing her eyes she breathed deeply the scent that was uniquely his and allowed it to comfort her as she drifted off to sleep.
*
Strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her against a hard muscled chest. The feel of the body against her made her moan softly and snuggle deeper into the embrace.
“Careful ‘Mione. You keep that up and I can’t be held responsible for my body’s reaction to yours.
The idea of causing the Blond to become aroused was intoxicating, Merlin knew she had spent enough time in the past month feeling like her skin was on fire because of the way he looked at her. “You’re lucky this isn’t just a dream Draco. If it was I don’t know if I would stop.”
“Are you admitting to have naughty dreams about me Hermione Granger?” He teased, his arm moving down to grip her around her waist and pull her tighter against his body.
Chestnut curls obscured her sight as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I admit to nothing. But since you brought it up, how often do you fantasize about me?”
The pale man turned a brilliant shade of red as he cleared his throat and allowed his grip to loosen. “I accused you of dreaming about me, not fantasizing. There’s a difference.”
Using his embarrassment to her advantage she twisted in his arms until they were face to face. “I guess it depends on the dream. Come on Draco, tell the truth. Do you fantasize about me, even just a little bit?”
The blond laughed nervously. “You’re impossible, you know that right? We should be talking about how to get me out of Azkaban not whether or not I ever try to imagine you naked.”
The thought of the charismatic potions protégé trapped in a tiny cell surrounded by Dementors was more than sobering. For a moment the image of the two of them curled up in his bed faltered as darkness began to creep into the edges of the dream world. “Of course, you’re right.”
She heard him curse. “I’m sorry ‘Mione. I didn’t…” He sighed and pulled her tight. “Alright, I’ll make you a deal. You tell me why the dream realm I came into was my bedroom and I’ll answer your question.”
It was Hermione’s turn to blush. “I miss you, so I decided to sleep in your room because it smells like you.”
His grip on her tightened and he buried his nose in her hair. “I’ll tell you the truth, but you have to promise to try not to be upset.”
She felt her heart drop into her stomach. “Okay…”
“There have been times when fantasizing about you has been the only way I managed to not break down. I told you about Parkinson. About what I’d done in order to try and keep my secret. Every time I, um, I ended up imagining that it was you. I’d close my eyes and pretend I was with the woman I wanted to be with instead of servicing that whore to keep a secret that ruled over my life. That wasn’t the only time, but it’s when it helped me the most.”
Hermione wasn’t sure whether to feel flattered that he always imagined he was going down on her, angry that Parkinson made him do such vulgar things, or sad because he had suffered through so much. Taking a moment to gaze deep into the storm grey depths of his eyes she decided on flattered and snuggled further into his embrace. “I’m going to talk to Ginny tomorrow. Convince her to talk her father into meeting with me. I found some interesting rules regarding this kind of punishment that date back all the way to Merlin himself. If I can just talk to Minister Weasley I know I can make him release you and drop the charges.”
His fingers fisted into her shirt and she felt him take a shuttered breath. “I want you to be careful Hermione. You and Luna both. I don’t trust Parkinson not to try something and they’re pushing hard for me to admit I’m guilty of being a Dark Wizard.”
She gasped, her gold flecked chocolate eyes going wide with disbelief. “But you’re not. They can’t make you lie.”
“They’re trying really hard. They almost had me before the first time you and I connected in this dream scape the tattoos make possible. There was so much pain and so much despair. I was ready to just give up. You gave me back my hope. You reminded me that I am worth something. Today I got a visit from the Minister’s right hand. Percy showed up at my cell and told me I was going to admit to being a Dark Wizard.” He laughed softly. “I told him to get lost before I broke his nose again.”
Hermione laughed softly and nodded. “If you didn’t I would have. So what should we talk about now?”
“Anything you want to ‘Mione. I’m yours.”
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