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Gone Wrong	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3082 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"How are you feeling today, Mione?" Harry asked softly, his concern for her evident in his expression. He leaned forward and entwined his fingers with hers briefly, reassuringly.

Three long days had come and gone since Draco had apparated into St. Mungo's with Hermione in his arms. Much to her surprise, the first thing Malfoy did when he left was owl her best friends, only once they had been summoned had he contacted the rest of the Order. She had not seen him since that night. She knew that he would be caught up in paperwork and interrogation. What happened? What went wrong? Most importantly of course would be- did they get the information they were sent in for in the first place?

Hermione smiled, ignoring the twinge of pain in her cheeks as she did so, "Better. The staff here is wonderful."

Ron moved from the back of the room and sat down on the chair at her bedside. "When do you get out?"

She shrugged, regretting the action immediately but determined not to show it. If they knew how much she ached still, they would never let her leave. "A day or two. I am not really sure why they are keeping me here at this point."

Ron shook his head, "Dr. Givens said it was pretty serious, Hermione." His eyes flickered to the yellowing bruises on her usually creamy and blemish free skin and frowned.

Hermione sighed heavily, "It was Ron but like I said, I feel much better now. They have done all they can; the rest is up to me. I just need time to heal and I do not see why I must do so in a hospital room."

"Just humor them for us, please. I cannot get another owl like that. You scared the wits out of us." Harry sat down on the edge of her bed and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on her forehead before he stood again, watching her with a stern expression.

Hermione nodded, truly attempting to hide her annoyance but unsure of her success. She was getting stir crazy and the idea of another 48 hours in this white washed room with white blankets and white floors made her want to scream. It did not matter that her throat was still sore or that her jaw still pained her. "I will stay as long as is required. I promise." She forced the words past her lips. If it were one of them in her place she knew she would demand the same. Fair was fair.

Just then, as Harry checked his watch and Ron swallowed a yawn a knock rapped at the door, startling them both.

"Come in!" Hermione called, a firm suspicion already in place as to just whom was on the other side of the door.

"Malfoy." Ron and Harry spoke the name in unison as the tall platinum blonde appeared before them. His turbulent silver eyes met with hers and she could not help the smile that settled upon her mouth.

Ron stood abruptly, breaking the trance and moved to stand beside her once more, protectively hovering. Draco rolled his eyes and failed to stop the smirk from finding its way onto his lips. "Down boys, I am just here to talk to Granger." He said smoothly, watching with amusement as the blush of anger rose from the Weasels neck to his cheeks, all the way to the roots of his equally red hair.

Ron shook his head, his gaze already heated. `"Not now. She is busy-"

"I'm not actually. You and Harry needed to be back at the Ministry soon didn't you?" Hermione interjected, unwilling to endure the all out argument bound to arise if these three men remained in the same room for much longer.

Ron glared at her, "We can stay a bit longer."

"Ron…" Harry cut in, his own mix of emotions better hidden. He never came to terms with Hermione's partnership with Malfoy. Instead, he and Ron usually just ignored it. It had been the easy way out at the time. Now he wished he had taken the time to actually talk to her about it. To ease his fears and anger. He knew that they held no affection for one another. It was just work…."We do have to get back. Kingsley is waiting."

Ron shook his head once, "I don't think we should leave her alone, Harry."

"She is not alone, Weasley." Draco smiled wryly, one eyebrow cocking as his head tilted to the side slightly. "She is with me."

"Being with you is what got her into this mess in the first place, Malfoy. Do you really think your presence here would make me feel better?"

Draco glowered at him, his easy smirk vanishing at the blatant accusation. "I do not really car-"

Ron interrupted; his eyes alight with the ever present rage he carried within him. "It was your mistake that did this too her. It was your fucking error that locked her up in that room and beat her senseless."

Draco's nostrils flared and his fists clenched at his sides as he fought the urge knock the red head on his ass. Often, he wondered if a broken hand would be worth the effort it would take and the answer was almost always yes. The image was vivid and detailed in his mind. His would collide violently with Ron's freckled nose, the cartilage giving way with snap as blood spewed forth. It would be satisfying and just might quench the thirst for blood he harbored long enough to resist the urge to kill him outright. No matter how gratifying it would be, he could not. He was better than that; if only a smidge. Besides, he reasoned that unless he actually did steal Ron's life it would only give the Weasel another reason hate him. Unfortunately, Draco did not need that. They were on the same side now and punching a fellow member of the Order would be frowned upon. Instead he settled on pinning him with a murderous glare. "You should go." It was a warning, loud and clear.

"Yes, Ron. It is okay. I will be fine." Hermione added; making sure that her voice was calming and sure.

Harry gave Hermione a smile, "See you soon." He looked back to Ron, "Come on Mate."

Grudgingly Ron nodded, "Right." He tore his gaze from Malfoy's and cast Hermione one last glance before apparating just after Harry; leaving Draco and Hermione alone at last.

Hermione did not miss a beat, "I am glad you are here."

Draco's brow furrowed, "Why?" He was still bristling from his encounter with Ronald Weasley but she seemed not to notice or not to care… one of the two.

"Because I do not feel guilty in asking you a favor."

His interest was piqued. "What kind of favor?"

She grinned at him, only to grimace at the action. Still she spoke brightly, "A big one."

He chuckled at the excitement she exuded, though he did not miss the way her smile faltered nor could he stifle the twinge of guilt he felt from it. "Well out with it then."

"I am going crazy in here. Honestly, I think that I am slowly losing my mind."

Draco nodded, waiting patiently.

"But I promised Harry that I would not leave until I was released."

A smile curled his lips, brightening his eyes.

"So you see, I need your help." She pulled herself up into a sitting position. "I need you to convince Dr. Givens to let me go…today."

He chuckled then, stepping further into the room and shutting the door behind him. "What if he says no?"

Hermione smiled conspiratorially at him. "You are Draco Malfoy. Since when do you take no for an answer?"

He nodded as though something had dawned on him, "So you want me to convince him?"

She nodded quickly, her eyes widening humorously. "Desperately."

His brow rose, "That is cheating."

She shook her head in fast little bouts, "No it isn't. I promised I would stay as long as I was required and I will. Dr. Givens is only keeping me because of my status in the Order. I could have been released yesterday! I feel much better, Draco. Please?"

He let her ruminate for a minute before he responded carefully. "I will see what I can do."

She bounced in place, obviously ignoring any and all things painful. He cringed for her. "Thank You!"

"But if you get out of here and something happens, you know who they are going to blame don't you?"

Her glow diminished, "Nonsense."

"Hermione… "

She pursed her lips, a frown marring her previously luminous expression. "None of this was your fault and they know it. We were on a mission and it went wrong. It happens all the time. I knew the dangers of being an Auror before I signed up, Draco."

He gave her a weary smirk, only vaguely reminiscent of his usual. "You know that does not matter. I spent the last 72 hours locked up at the Ministry being…debriefed."

"What?" Her voice rose, familiar anger at injustice stirring within her.

"Don't act surprised. I am a re-formed Death Eater who left with a perfectly healthy third of the Golden Trio and I returned with her unrecognizable and on the cusp of death. It was bound to raise suspicion." He sounded defeated, even to his own ears.

"You were never a Death Eater and how many times have you proven yourself?"

"Not enough. It will never be enough." It was true. No matter how many times he took verisatem. No matter how many lives he saved or plots of evil he uncovered and thwarted. It would never be enough to erase his past. The wrong doings of his father and his younger self would forever plague him. Attached like a second skin to his surname, always.

Her ire grew and she slammed one of her tiny fists down onto her leg, "I will not let them get away with this!"

He exhaled slowly, determined to remain calm. "They already have."

She shook her head, her hair whipping her reddened cheeks, "I will talk to them, as soon as I get out of here."

He stepped forward, "You will not."

"I will-"

"Not. Hermione, if I help you get out of here you are going to vow to me to stay home until you are fully recovered."

She cast him a glare, accusing and angry at his tactics. Still she persisted. "You saved my life; they cannot treat you this way!"

"It is over now. The best thing you can do for me is recuperate quickly." He watched as the fight drained from her countenance, slowly but surely.

"If you help me get out of here within the next few hours, I will vow not to tear into Kingsley and the others until I am fully recovered. Deal?"

"A few hours? Just a few minutes ago it was-."

"Don't think you can do it, Malfoy?"

"Ha, very funny Granger."

"Prove it then."

His eyes narrowed as he watched her, "You are trying to manipulate me by challenging my overly large ego."

"Is it working?" She batted her eyelashes innocently.

The corners of his lips twitched, "Yes."

She laid back into her pillow with a smug expression. "So? What are you waiting for?"

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Exquisite. Poignantly sublime. Hermione melted into the steaming bath she had drawn for herself in her own flat, in her own bath tub. How she had dreamed of this moment. Her skin slick with soothing oils as she immersed herself completely. There was nothing worse than a hospital. No comfort or luxury. How could anyone be expected to heal and revive when held in such a place?

Thankfully, Draco had come through for her. Only minutes after their brief negotiation, Draco had returned with the kind Doctor. She had been forced to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from laughing as Dr. Givens marched into her room, muttering to himself as he scribbled her release instructions and ordered her signature. She knew that he knew that she had sent Draco after him. She also knew that he was not appreciative of it and almost felt bad…almost. It was hard to be sorry for something so deliciously pleasant as a lavender scented bubble bath within her own space.

This is where she should have been all along. How could she forget the terror and the pain when surrounded by the perfect blank canvas to replay such events over and over again. Calloused and cruel hands, sharp pain, intense fear…

She came up for breath and leaned her head back against the lip of the tub. "Stop it." She whispered, frustrated with herself. She could not think that way any longer.

She could not think about the helplessness, the hopelessness. The disgust and revulsion…"Stop it!" She commanded again and buried her face into her hands. She needed a distraction. Apparently a soothing bath would ease her physical aches but it would not help her forget.

Forget…if only for a moment.

She licked her bottom lip and leaned back once more, forcing her muscles to release the tension they held. She slid one of her hands down her throat and over her chest. She cupped one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple gently just before she continued the southward trek down her body. Her skin was slippery and soft as she trailed lower. Finally she reached the apex of her thighs, a sigh escaping her parted lips as her fingers parted her folds to delve deeper.

She dipped into her entrance, teasing herself for only a moment before returning to the hardened nub of flesh that ached to be touched. She set into a familiar rhythm, rubbing practiced circles as the pleasure built. To aid her, she drew up the image of broad shoulders and a chiseled chest, a tapered waist that gave way to lean hips and strong thighs… Her pace quickened as her arousal grew.

She pictured it further, a strong man with a teasing smirk on his lips and a hot, sensuous gaze that challenged her and demanded more from her…Silver, swirling and riotous. Blonde hair, disheveled from passion and effort. She groaned, realizing only dimly that she was fantasizing about someone quite familiar.

It didn't matter, whoever it was it was working. Soon she thought of nothing but release. Her mind blank of anything but the sweet sensation she was creating with her middle and fore-fingers. Her free hand moved to her breasts and she moaned aloud.

She knew her body well. Before long her heated strokes grew frantic as she began to quake and quiver uncontrollably. Her sheath clenched as she plunged a finger into herself, thrusting to prolong the sensation as her back arched.

Finally, she let her hand rest on her belly as she panted in the after-glow. It took but moments for her to realize that she had just pleasured herself to the idea of Draco's fine form. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the tub as a blush stole over her features. She had always been aware of his attractiveness but this was a first and she had to admit, probably would not be the last.

Interesting discovery to be sure. Briefly she wondered if Draco would ever think of her in such a way. She would never find out for sure of course but still…

"Hermione?"

She jumped, displacing the water of her bath and splashing all over the floor. Irritation flooded her at the sudden intrusion. "Ginny?" She called back in question even though she already knew the answer.

"I am just here to check on you, Harry and Ron heard you got out and wanted to make sure you were ok. Can I come up?"

"Give me a minute Gin, I'll be right there." She groaned sadly as she pushed herself up and out of the water, wishing whole-heartedly that she did not have such sweetly nosy friends. They meant well but that did not change the twinge of regret she felt as the water drained away and she dressed herself quickly, hurrying to meet her friend. What a waste.

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Draco paced back and forth, digging a trench with each step- he was sure of it. He wanted to check on her. What if something had gone wrong? Again? What if she should have stayed in the hospital until Dr. Givens was ready to release her on his own? He was driving himself crazy with such thoughts. He would have to call on her, something he had never done before. Should he just show up? Send her an owl? What if she turned him down?

He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes wearily. He would go to her tomorrow afternoon. It was not strange that he felt the need to be sure that she was alright… Her current predicament had been his fault so naturally he wanted to make sure she was alright. Yes, that was it.

Tomorrow…maybe in the morning instead. Surely she was an early riser…

Draco frowned and spun around to snag his coat from one of the chairs in the study. Now, now was good.
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