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Despising You	By : Chillkat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24289 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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By the time the sun came up her whole body felt sore. Draco made love to her numerous times, some with and some without her participation. She couldn't quite remember getting out of the tub. With a deep blush, she did recall the different positions he put her in. Looking over her shoulder she could see one massive shoulder gently rise and fall on the pillow next to her.
Silently she managed to slide her sore body out of the tall bed. Once she heard the closing click of the bathroom door, she took a moment to let last night's memories in the tub come back. Walking to the vanity she was forced to blush even more by the repaired mirror. Hermione could not believe last nights events happened. The more she thought about it the more she began to worry. Maybe he only said he loved her in the heat of the moment. This was Draco Malfoy she was talking about, why would he fall in love with a bookworm like herself. Splashing some cold water on her face she tried to wash away the negative thoughts, toweling away the last bit of moisture from her face she startled slightly when she saw Draco in the reflection.
Standing shirtless in the doorway, Hermione had to mentally sigh at the memories of his hard muscular body pressed against hers. Ignoring the long strands of platinum hair in his face he walked closer to her until he was inches from her. The insecurity she was feeling must have shown, before she could say anything he pulled her into a soft kiss. A kiss that was nothing like their predecessors. This one was gentle and sweet, his hands held her close while her gently sent her into a delirium.
“I meant what I said last night Hermione.” He whispered into her ear. “I love you.”
She wanted to cry at his declaration. “I love you too.” She wanted to say more but the deep groan followed by his deepening kiss cut her off. Hands that were once holding her close were now starting to hungrily slip beneath the gown she was wearing.
Quickly she caught his wrist before he could reach his destination. Though the pouty look made her want to laugh she stayed strong and gave him her most reproachful look.
“Draco, it was only luck I had a free period this morning but I cant miss any classes, especially when I'm...”
“Head Girl,” he finished her sentence, “Yes I know.” Smirking he let his hands cup her breast. “I guess I can be some what patient.”
Doing her best not to be lured into his gorgeous trap she began to get dressed. Covertly she watched him leave to get dressed, smiling softly she couldn't believe she allowed herself to doubt his affection.
Hermione could only shake her head at her insecurities, Draco never conveyed his emotions halfway. The past hatred he held for her was absolute, why would his love be any different.
Within a night her whole world seemed to change, with a brighter smile she continued to brush her hair, nothing could dampen her spirits.
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It was as if a knife had went through his stomach as he watched Hermione run into the deserted hallway with that git. From Harry's hidden alcove he felt the knife twist in his gut as he watched her willingly wrap her arms around the Slytherin's neck. Harry should not have followed the couple when he saw them after class. But the residual anger and curiosity lured him to follow. The sickening feeling of regret climbed up his throat as he listened.
“By Merlin's beard I want you,” Draco's face was buried in Hermione's neck while his hands slipped up her skirt. “Its been four hours since I have been inside of you.” He nipped her lips causing her to pout before crushing his lips to hers.
Despair seemed to cloud not only Harry's mind but his muscles as well. He was frozen to the shadowy alcove forced beyond his will to watch the disgusting sight. Harry could only wince in pain as he watched Hermione's face beautifully evolve through her ecstasy. Faces Harry had only imagined himself creating.
“Draco no, I can't.” Though her words said one thing her actions were contradictory. On knee raised to the Slytherin's awaiting grasp and pulled her against his body. Harry wanted to wretch at the growls Malfoy made in response.
“I'm still a little sore from last night.” The gentle feminine declaration caused both men to still.
And for the first time in Harry's life of knowing the white haired Slytherin, he was completely taken aback.
Malfoy's face softened with a gentleness Harry has never witnessed. From fevered groping to loving caresses. Malfoy's whole demeanor changed.
“I'm sorry Princess,” He cradled her face close to his, “Tonight I promise to be gentle.”
A mischievous smile crossed her lips, “well not too gentle I hope?”
With a carnal smile, Malfoy lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was strong but gentle leaving Hermione breathless.
Harry watched the Slytherin whisper one last thing to her before he pulled her away leaving Harry alone in the shadows.
Malfoy's words might have been whispered but they rang like gunfire in Harry's head. Closing his eyes Harry tried to swallow the pain welling up inside. A part of him was angry, but he was surprised at how quickly the feeling of resignation set in. resignation over the fact that deep down Harry knew his feelings for Hermione would never come to fruition. The answers that he sought so much were now answered in full. Never in their friendship did Hermione allude to him that it would ever be anything more than a friendship. And if he was truly honest with himself, the stinging type of self honesty that he had been avoiding, he would admit that even his own affection for her was not the same as what he just witnessed.
Releasing a heavy sigh Harry stepped away from his hidden spot in the deserted hallway, for as long as he lived he will never forget the look in Malfoy's eyes as he whispered to the smiling Gryffindor. “I Love you.”
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It had been five and half hours since he watched her yell out his name in ecstasy. Floating on his scepter-turned-broom high above the quidditch field, Draco felt as if he were going through withdrawals. He was supposed to be watching his team practice a new formation. However, the only thing he has successfully done was make himself sexually frustrated.
Leaning forward he let out a ragged sigh, the memory of her impish smile in the hallway earlier made his blood run south. Merlin he was lucky. No one deserved her less than him but mere fact that he had her, and she loved him in return made him feel as if he made off with prize.
“Draco.”
“Draco.” Blaise's voice broke him out of his reverie. Turning on his broom he faced his smirking classmate.
“What?” he snarled, half angry he broke his train of thoughts, and annoyed by his stupid expression.
“Someone looks like a love struck first year.” Blaise's laughter filled the air between them.
“So what if I am.” Draco smiled as he watched Blaise's face turn to shock.
“Are you serious?” Blaise took the serious glare as his response. “Well man I’m happy for you, though I am surprised with you know, the suddenness and your history with Hermione.” Placing a firm hand on Draco's shoulders he smiled. With their friendship Draco could easily tell the sincerity of the gesture. “I truly am happy for you.”
“Thanks man,” Looking back at the team he effectively broke the heartfelt man moment. “Now what in the hell are we going to do with Alister?”
“Merlin, I know he is holding us...” a loud explosion coming from the school interrupted Blaise. Both in full alert Draco and Blaise flew over the stands to get a better look.
The sight made Draco's blood run cold. Hundreds of shadowy figures began to swarm into the castle. They were under attack—again.
“Blaise take everyone into the south entrance. Stay in diamond formation take every fifth year and under into the common rooms and seal it off.”
“Wait a minute.” Blaise reached out to Draco to stop him from taking off, but he was already out of range.
“Dammit!” Blaise wanted to ask him where or what he was going to do. But judging by the blackening eyes and the rock like expression, Blaise knew Draco's first thoughts were of Hermione.
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As he approached the castle Draco's fear for Hermione increased to alarming heights. He could hear the screams of his fellow students through the air alongside the clashes of magic. Draco's fear for Hermione's safety was starting to affect him, it took him precious seconds longer to remember her new schedule to recall what side of the castle she should be in. Shooting forward with all the speed he could muster, Draco was almost relieved to hear the familiar maniacal laughter. Floating outside of the east wing's exterior hallway was his Sorceress. With her eyes completely white her face twisted into a look of crazed elation. Her laughter only seemed to grow louder as the hallway, currently occupied by three death eaters, filled with ice. Giant stalagmites of ice impaled the robed attackers.
“Hermione!” Draco yelled. Though he could see her scepter floating before her, he could not discern her mental state.
As if knowing exactly what he was thinking, Hermione's eyes returned to their normal chocolate shade, while topping it off with a smile.
“I'm fine,” she smirked with her hands on her hips she continued. “I haven't lost my mind--yet.”
Hermione wanted to roll her eyes at his obvious relief at her mental state. If it were any other time or place she would remind him that he has lost control way more that she has.
“We need to get the students contained and go find Dumbledore.”
“I agree,” pointing past Draco's head, “I will take the west entrance after I finish gathering students here.”
“Hell No,” his voice was low and rough. She could hear the shock and anger in his words. “We are not splitting up, are you insane.”
Trying not to let her exasperation show, she continued calmly. “Draco please be reasonable we must split up, we have a responsibility to get every student to safety. And we can't do that effectively together.”
The look of worry that crossed his face made her heart ache. His concern for her was almost palpable.
Closing his eyes, Draco took a deep breath before responding, “Fine I will go to the north side and take offensive on these fuckers, hopefully Dumbledore and Plympton will be there.”
Hermione was not given the chance to respond, his lips crashed against her in a desperate unspoken message to be safe. As quickly as he appeared he disappeared.
Taking a deep breath of courage she lifted her scepter to the height of her chest and began forward down the hall towards the HufflePuff corridors.
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“We found you,” The eerie voice seemed to echo around them.
“PATRONUS” the bright white light from Ronald's wand missed its mark as the robed figure quickly sidestepped the attack.
Another shadow flickered in the corner of Harry's eyes, he immediately turned to his right only to see two more Death Eaters appear.
“Oh My God their two more coming.” The frantic screaming from one of the fifth years they were escorting rang out behind him let Harry know he was properly surrounded.
“We found you Harry Potter.” By now they were surrounded by five wands pointing directly at him. Harry's free hand gripped Ron's arm. Harry thanked Merlin he seemed to be listening to his unspoken command not to fire. Harry knew without a doubt they were waiting on getting the message back to their Dark Lord.
“Lets kill the ginger and these two bitches here and now.” The shrill male voice came from Harry's left, closest to Ron. The muscles in Ron's arm jumped in tension, giving him another squeeze Harry mentally urged him not to move.
“No you idiot the Lord wants to see him suffer.”
“Yeah well so do I.” The deep familiar sarcasm echoed ominously through the hall. Giant creatures appeared out of nowhere, taking each robed figure to the ground, seemingly devouring them judging by their screams. Harry watched in silent shock as the one Death Eater that seemed to be in shock struggled frantically all the while screaming in agony as the dog like creature seemed to dissolve in its victim's body. After the creature completely disappeared within its victim, the body remained unmoving, presumable dead. Turning to check on the girls, Harry was stunned to find them clinging to each other shaking in fear completely silent.
“What the hell kind of spell was that Malfoy?” Ron's voiced cracked ever so slightly.
Malfoy ignored Ron's question and turned his head behind him slightly. “Come out now.”
Harry half hoped he would see Hermione appear around the corner, but instead there was a group of eleven students all ranging in house and year running towards Draco. Harry wanted to ask about Hermione, but he noticed the blood running down one of the younger students arm, forcing him to forgo that question. Remembering the two fighting on the train and the Slytherin declaration of love earlier, Harry had to trust Draco's judgment.
“Potter I passed by Dumbledore near the classrooms by the great hall.” Though Draco was talking to him, Draco made eye contact with the two fifth years behind him and wordlessly signaled for them to join his group. The girls all but ran to his side. “I have been ordered to take these students and any other students back to safety before I can join you on the offense.” Motioning for his tiny band of scared and injured to follow him, Draco turned away.
But not before leaving a remark true to form to linger in the darkness behind him. “Oh and don’t think I didn't see that moment you two had clutching onto to each other.”
“What a piece of shit.” Ron mumbled.
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With a tight clawed grip around the Deatheaters neck Draco ignored the man's desperate struggle for air. Draco was completely entranced by the bewitching scene across the courtyard. Draco was sure she had not seen him yet but the moment he saw a Death Eater fall in his peripheral he knew she was there. The arrow that pierced the man's head delicately disappeared into a cloud of tiny butterflies. Who else would know ancient Elven warfare magic. As if on cue he watched her step out with her scepter-turned-golden-bow drawn, quickly releasing another arrow and knocking another for the Deatheater coming up on her right.
Releasing the now dead body from his claws Draco began to step out of the shadows of the hallway to cross the long courtyard to join her. A familiar cold magic stopped him in his tracks. Draco immediately recognized the magic, it brought a familiar sense of fear with it. Gripping the scepter in his hands Draco turned towards the familiar figure at the end of the hallway.
Lucius Malfoy stood tall and as always looked completely polished, nary a strand of hair out of place nor scuff to his attire despite the war currently going on. Whereas Draco was his complete opposite, the little fact helped him stamp away any fear and fuel his desire to kill the man in front of him. Draco's clothes, albeit a quidditch uniform, had tears as well as blood stains throughout. While his shoulder length hair hung wildly uneven around his face.
“My God boy, if it wasn't for your traitorous decisions, you could have actually made me proud.” with every word his maniacal fury seeped through totally destroying the illusion of control Luscious tried to portray. “Look at you, what a bloody waste. After all I did to get you where you are. You go and pick the side of impurity.”

Draco wanted to yell at him about the “things” that sick fuck had done for him. He could account for all the “pure” things his father and cronies stood for. Although as he stood there only a couple of yards away from him, Draco realized he could care less. He only wanted to see Luscious die in his hands.
“Well this is awkward,” Draco smiled, “I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed again. Because I have every intention to kill you.”
Draco casually leaned to his right, easily avoiding the attack his father sent in retaliation. Using his scepter as a shield he carelessly blocked five more attacks.
Lucius knew the boy was completely turned and he was well aware he was going to have to kill the disgusting cur. Not only for the fact of his treason, but as a direct command from their Dark Lord. Though once he was face to face with his son, he felt the calm he had immediately vanish, replaced by pure fear and anger. Draco had turned out exactly like Luscious wanted. The warlock he was prophesied to be was truly magnificent.
The awe he had moments ago was stripped from him and replaced by fear. A fear greater than the one Luscious had for the Dark Lord. Luscious sent out numerous dark attack but the boy kept smiling, a smile full of razor like teeth, while easily deflecting the spells.
With a dark laugh Draco sent a spell his way. Luscious could not deflect it, millions of tiny needles hit him in the face with a force that sent him stumbling backwards. Luscious could remotely hear his own cries of pain as he clutched his bloody face with his free hand.
A female scream, a very loud one, interrupted their duel. Luscious had no intention of looking for the source of the sound. Why would he? It was his own life he was worried about now. But his attacker seemed to care, Draco's head whipped immediately to his right towards the courtyard. Following his line of sight Luscious' eye widened at the source of his son's interest. Hermione Granger was clutching her bloody arm as a female Deatheater approached.
Although Luscious and the Death Eater's eyes went wide in shock when the mudblood burst out in laughter. The other Deatheater never had time to react before she was engulfed in a blue flame. Looking back at his son, Lucius was speechless at the sight before him. A gentleness crossed the boy's face momentarily turning the black eyes back to normal. His son was in love with a mudblood. Steadying his wand, Luscious carefully raised it up without the notice of the warlock.
“Confringo!” the curse hit its mark, but the angered growl let Luscious know he only had time for one more.
“I already know I'm dead, but I will die knowing I will at least kill your heart.” Turning from the warlock's confused expression. Luscious quickly pointed his wand to the infamous brown haired girl, whose back was turned. Luscious put everything he had into the curse making sure his flew fast and strong.
“Avada Kedavra.”
The gut wrenching yell immersed the hall they were in. The girl went down, face down in the grass, unmoving. Luscious never had time to turn back to witness the face of his son's pain. Although he did feel the excruciating pain of his son's claws rip out his throat. The last thought Luscious could think was, maybe now he will be the monster Luscious dreamed to create.
Tearing his bloody claws from his father's lifeless body, Draco ran at full speed to her unmoving body.
“Hermione!” he yelled over and over again. Grabbing her he turned her over. Dropping to his knees he stared, immobilized by the silence in his lap. Her face looked as if she was asleep. Pulling the lifeless body of the only person he ever loved close. He buried his face into her soft hair and cried.
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the end.

Just kidding :)
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The defeat of the Dark Lord rang throughout the castle but it was drowned out by the cries for the fallen. Too many students and aurors dies that day. One of the biggest shock to the student body was the fall of Hermione Granger.
Snape smirked ever so slightly, thankfully that bastard Luscious didn't realize how strong Hermione Granger was.
Standing in the hospital wing Snape watched as Madame Pomfrey and her colleagues from St. Mungo's surrounded the Gryffindor. She lay there unmoving with a serene look of peace. Snape winced as he recalled the moment he learned of her death. They were just told of Voldemort's defeat. Dumbledore and himself barely had time to sigh in relief before they heard the gut wrenching howl like scream fill the air. The confusion paralyzed them for a moment.
“My God that's Malfoy,” Snape turned to Plympton's shocked voice. The implication of who the scream came from hit all the professors at once. Running in the direction of the scream, Snape was the first to witness the scene.
Kneeling on the ground Draco clutched the still form of Hermione Granger. From his position Snape could only see Draco's profile and the top of Hermione's head, though Snape could see the tremors run through the warlock. His heart broke as he watched the clawed young man cry into the soft mass of brown hair.
Dumbledore attempted to step closer, his foot barely touched the courtyard grass before they heard the vicious snarl. Staring directly at them now Draco's mutated face caused all three men to step backward.
Clutching her body closer Draco stared at them with large black pools for eyes while his mouth of razor sharp teeth was set in a frightful snarling grin.
“His scepter,” Plympton's normally reposeful voice was laced in distraught. “He does not have it! We must find it before he completely loses his soul.”
Snape stayed where he was as Plympton began to search the surrounding area, all the while never getting to close to the territorial warlock. By now remnant students began to surround the courtyard.
“We must get everyone away from here,” Albus whispered to him. “You stay here Snape. I will gather the students and send for Pomfrey.” Snape merely nodded, never taking his eyes off the warlock before him.
When Madam Pomfrey did arrive there were only a couple more professors in attendance. Somehow they were able to keep area clean of students.
Madam Pomfrey was clearly frazzled from the events of the day. Her normally pressed white apron was stained with blood and grime. While her long white cap sat slightly askew.
Snape had barely caught her hand stopping her, as she rushed forward to one of her falling students. Draco's snarl was the response to her invasion. But the nurse's response shocked not only Snape but the warlock as well.
Yanking her hand from his grasp she continued to walk forward, “Draco Malfoy! I have no time for your nonsense you better move. I need to see her right now.” the sharp clipped words accompanied by her ignoring the Slytherin. Luckily Draco allowed the nurse to begin inspecting her patient. Taking the opportunity Snape and Dumbledore stepped closer.
Silently they waited as the nurse inspected the lifeless Gryffindor.
Jerking her head from the motionless girl's chest Pomfrey yelled, “She is alive.”
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The diagnosis wasn't the news they wanted to hear. Hermione was in a coma. The killing curse would have killed a normal person, but the sorceress seemed to be able to survive it—barely.
The doctors could not tell them how long she could stay like this. Due to the vast amount of injured Albus was forced to enlarge the hospital wing, allowing it to fit ten times the normal amount. Hermione's room was far in the back near Pomfrey's office. Dumbledore gave her a private section due to her illness, but also due to her constant visitor.
As the days drifted by Draco felt as if he lost feeling in everything; the feeling of touch, the sensation to feel any other emotion. Draco felt as if he felt them already. As if he used them up and they were no longer available. The all consuming rage that engulfed him for not being able to stop his father's cowardly attack. Confusion as to how his father knew that hurting her would hurt Draco the most. Even as he stood as the end of the bed staring at her gentle sleeping face his eyes were void of life, just dark pools Draco could feel nothing. For the first couple of days he raged throughout the clinic, even going so far try to shake her back, just something to bring her back to him. It took Potter, Weasley, and Snape to stop him and subdue him. Even Potter held back tears as he held him down. Clenching the rail of the bed with his mutated hands, he resisted bending the frail metal. Nothing was all he felt, just as nothing was all he could do.
Pomfrey suggested he talk to her, saying that she could hear in her condition and hopefully prompt her mind to respond. Every day friends would come to visit her and talk to her as if any moment she could join in. Closing his eyes he dropped his head to his chest. He couldn't seem to bring himself to speak to her before, every time he looked at her soft features his mind became overwhelmed by rage.
“You should have been more diligent.” Draco whispered harshly. It was late everyone was asleep, Madame Pomfrey's light went out beneath her door hours before. “I knew we should not have split up, but you being the forever know-it-all just couldn't listen to sense.”
Thrusting himself from the railing, he stalked to her side and leaned over her placing each hand on either side of her. “Damn you Hermione Granger,” by now he was yelling, he didn't care who heard. “Damn you for making me fall in love with you only to leave me alone.” Draco thought he didn't have anymore tears to cry after the day he held her lifeless body in his arms on the battlefield. Swiping away the moisture with the back of hand, he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
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“I think Snape said something about Mugwart but dammit I can't remember,” shuffling the paper in her hands, Ginny squinted as her scribble. “nor can I understand my own notes.” Sighing she dropped the papers in her lap and stared at her sleeping friend. Idly she smoothed out the bookworms long curls. Ginny tried to come by everyday to see her; whether it be brushing her hair or reading class notes she attempted to gather when she sat in for Hermione's classes. Ginny held back tears as she thought of what Hermione's reaction would be to missing so much class, nearly two weeks worth now.
“Sorry Herms, I just don't have the knack for this stuff like you...”by now the tears were free falling down her face “used to.”
Grasping her still hand Ginny brought it up to her face. “Please Hermione, please fight this, please just come back if not for our sake do it Draco. He's...he's not the same. He won't even speak. He just stares with those black eyes. Professor Plympton can't get him to take his wand back. So I have been holding on to it. For some reason I'm the only person he snarl at. I think it might be because I comb your hair,” Ginny sniffed before continuing, “I think he is losing his humanity.” Crying now Ginny laid her head on the available space on the bed, “just come back.”
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Draco's face held a pain that Hermione never seen. It was an indescribable agony and shock, that pierced her heart. She wanted nothing more that to soothe whatever it was away. But every time she saw the image her body refused to move. It was if she were in purgatory. From Draco's accusatory yelling, Harry's pleading, Ron's nervous babbling, and Ginny's updates. At first she had no idea what to make of the frustrating dream she sat immobilized in, but now she was tired of being confused. The confusion was replaced by a welling anger.
Dammit Hermione, you have got to get yourself out of this, now think. And think she did.
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The morning sun shining bright while the crisp air blew through the open shutter window by Hermione's bed. Ginny leaned over to swipe the long brown hair towards her when a soft grip captured her arm.
Ginny's whole body stilled while her breathing stopped. Slowly, moving only her eyes she looked down. Drown beautiful familiar eyes stared back at her. Ginny would have screamed to the top of her lungs but Hermione's hand clamped over her mouth stopped her.
“I wanna brush my teeth first.” the hoarse voice of her best friend never sounded wonderful.
After helping her walk to the bathroom, Ginny proceeded to help Hermione change out of the exposing gown into a simple jumper while crying happily. Ginny was forced to keep her tears of exultation quiet as per Hermione's hoarse request.
“Ok.” slowly sitting at the edge of the bed, fully redressed and clean, “Now tell him.”
That was all Ginny needed to hear, grabbing the silver scepter and her broom, she had brought for practice, she hopped on and raced out the clinic into the hallway. Damn the rules. Not knowing where Draco skulked off to during her visiting time, she did the only thing that would be the most time effective.
Flying out the door, ignoring gasping students she flew slightly above the school and cast Sonorus.
“Draco Malfoy! Ginny screamed his name. Normally she would have been embarrassed to cause such a disturbance. But she was literally bubbling over with excitement. Lowing back to the ground she waited. Within a second a black cloud of smoke appeared. Ignoring his angry confused look, she simply ran up to him and trusted the scepter in his hands.
“She's awake.”
Between the familiar hot shocking burn of his scepters link with the sorceress's, Ginny's words nearly floored him. He didn't even give himself time to blink before he phased away. Appearing a moment later in the clinic he was greeted by the backs of Dumbledore and Snape.
“Where is she?” he knew it came out as a strangled growl. But he could barely control himself.
Calmly Snape and Dumbledore both smiled and stepped to the side to reveal her. Sitting up on the edge of the bed was the only person who mattered. Looking somewhat sleepy she smiled at him, Draco didn't remember walking over to her, he just remembered the feel of her arms wrap around his shoulders as he knelt in front of her. Pulling her tightly towards him, he buried his face into her chest. He needed to hear her heart beat, he needed to smell that familiar scent as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Draco I...” he swallowed her words with a desperate kiss.
Ginny walked in as Snape and Dumbledore walked out, looking at the scene she now knew why Hermione's first priority was to brush her teeth.
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After a long day of visiting friends and being checked by the doctor, Hermione was finally released. The moment she was released, Draco literally carried her to her room despite her protest.
Now laying in bed she was wrapped in Draco's strong arms Hermione began to reflect on all the events that led her here, the good and the bad. It was almost hard to even fathom that at one time she despised Draco with every fiber of her being. Just imagining her life without the quick tempered Slytherin made her finally realize how grateful she was to discover her hidden sorceress abilities, that at one time she scorned.
Looking down she smiled at the large arm wrapped around her waist, he must have sensed her looking because his grip tightened around her waist.
Burying his face into the soft brown curls Draco inhaled deeply, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her scent. If he could he would ingrain her scent into his mind so that he could never forget it. Feeling her warm body pressed against his again damn near brought him to tears of joy.
“I can never lose you again princess, I will not lose you again,” he whispered harshly. Turning her over he ignored the tiny moans of protest, looking into the curious brown eyes he continued,“I need you to be by my side Hermione.”
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “But I am by your side you know that.”
“No, I want you to never leave me, stay with me forever my love,” lacing his fingers through hers Draco pulled her hand to his mouth, kissing her fingers gently. “Marry me Hermione?”
Her bright smile in response wrapped around his heart filling him with a happiness that would last a lifetime.
The scepters sat idly near glowing brightly in unison, promising a lifetime of love and adventure.

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