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The Marriage Contract	By : SweetHoney Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18442 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Someone slept well last night." Draco commented as Hermione left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom.

Hermione looked at Draco who was straightening his black robes in front of a large mirror hanging on the wall. She noticed that he wore nothing but black robes since his father's funeral. Hermione knew that he was still grieving. She had witnessed many of her patients reacting the same way. When they had lost someone so significant in their life, they deny the hurt, but it shows in the little things that they do. Draco probably didn't even realize he wore so much black.

"What are you talking about?" she causally asked, turning away so he wouldn't see her blushing.

Last night she had a erotic dream starring her and Draco. She suppose she had that type of dream because of the excitement of them leaving for their honeymoon in a few hours. Although the dream was very hot, Hermione didn't think much of it. What they had wasn't a real marriage. They weren't going to do anything real married couples do. The dream was probably just a hormonal reaction to the excitement at the thought of a honeymoon. In the past, she had little crushes on Ron and Harry at one time or another but they never amount to anything. They were merely fantasies of an overactive imagination. She had come to the conclusion that the reasons why she had those types of dreams about her male friends was because she spent too much time with them. That, and they had all grown quite handsome over the years.

Draco turned around to face her. "You snore."

Hermione breathed a small sigh of relief. She would have felt embarrassed if he said he had heard her moaning in her sleep. "I do not." she denied it. She knew didn't snore.

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To proof his point Draco did his best to imitate Hermione's snores. Next thing he knew she threw him on the bed, and began pulling at collar of his robes. Draco attempted to fight her off him, but she was too strong, and he didn't want to hurt her. The first thought that entered his mind was that he was going to lose his virtue. Then he thought it over. What virtue? Why was he thinking of such things? It was her. She made his brain turn to mush and caused him to have inappropriate thoughts.

"All right, you don't snore!"

Hermione stopped what she was doing and stared at him in concern. "Are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You were having a seizure."

Draco was confused. "I wasn't having a seizure."

"Then why were you making those sounds?"

Draco was about to answer her when he noticed the bedroom door slightly ajar and a shadow at the bottom. Someone was there. He turned to look at Hermione and realized how compromising their position was. She was straddling his waist and panting. Her hair was a mess. He thought she looked attractive and sexy in her causal Muggle blue jeans and t-shirt. Apparently, she thought he was having a seizure and attempted to save him by tearing off his clothing. She had good intentions, and was attempting to save him, but if his mother saw them like this she would get the wrong idea. Draco throw the blanket over them and pulled Hermione close. He didn't know why he was doing this. He had decided to swallow up his love for her, set her free, but it seemed as if his body won't let him. With both of them under the blanket it made the scene look much worse than before.

"Mother's watching." he whispered.

Hermione blinked. "What?"

"She's at the door."

Hermione pulled at the blanket, but Draco stopped her.

"Don't look."

"I just want to see." she said, pulling at the blanket.

Draco pulled it back in place. "No."

A battle ensued between Hermione and Draco. Hermione had enough and yanked the fabric with all of her strength at the same time that Draco decided to let go. She lost her balance and fell backward, taking Draco with her. Hermione groaned in pain when her body made contact with the hardwood floor, and groaned even more when Draco fell on top of her.

Draco quickly rolled off Hermione and pushed the blanket off them. "Are you all right?"

"I - oh..." she winched.

Draco wanted to helped Hermione up, but was afraid of causing her more pain. "Where does it hurt?"

"Here," Hermione replied, slowly running her hand over the area on her right side, slightly above her hip. "I don't feel any broken bones, but there is pain in this particular spot. Get my first aid kit."

"First what?"

"My bag, bring me my bag. On the nightstand."

Draco quickly brought Hermione's bag to her. When she attempted to reached her right hand up she winched. Draco took the bag from her, stuck his hand in and felt nothing but books. He took his hand out and heard a noise. It sounded like something, a lot of things, had fallen. "What was that?"

"My books."

Draco opened the mouth of the bag and looked inside. "Do you have a whole library in there?"

Hermione's face colored. Draco didn't if it was from embarrassment or the pain. He didn't want to take any chances. Gingerly picking up Hermione from the floor, Draco placed her on the bed. He ordered her to stay put when it seemed that she was about to argue, and called a house-elf to bring him some potions and salve.

"I can do it myself." Hermione stated, when Draco offered to put the salve on her side for her.

"All right," Draco challenged, handing her the jar, "here."

He sat on the bed, arms over his chest. He was waiting for her to realize that she couldn't do this on her own and ask for his help.

"Turn around." she ordered.

Draco did as he was told. Facing the other direction, he noticed the mirror was there. He pretended to adjust his seating, moving a few inches to the left and there she was. At this angle he could see Hermione's reflection on the mirror. It wasn't as if he wanted to see her take her top off, but he want to be sure the stubborn woman was all right.

Hermione was thoughtfully staring at the jar in her left hand. Her eyes moved to her right hand, her side, and then back to her left hand. After a few seconds, she transferred the jar to her right hand. She pulled the hem of her shirt up then stopped and looked at Draco, making sure his back was still turned. Pulling the hem up, she pressed the right elbow on it to keep it in place. She twisted the lid and dipped her fingers into the jar.

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Narcissa cheerfully greeted Hermione and Draco when they arrived for breakfast. The cooling effects of the salve made Hermione felt a lot better, but it was still tender. She reassured Draco that she was okay and didn't need his help walking downstairs or sitting down. It seemed he was ignoring her. Wherever she turned he was there, in arms length. It was annoying, yet she appreciated his concern for her.

"I sent Pinky to go wake you two up for breakfast." said Narcissa, her eyes on both of them, "He said Hermione's hurt?"

"Draco fell on me." Hermione said, before she could stop herself. She didn't want Narcissa to worry. It might cause her unnecessary stress.

Narcissa's gaze trailed to her son. "How did you fall on her?"

"I tripped and fell on Hermione. We're both fine. We landed on the bed." said Draco, in a few short sentences.

"Yeah, we're fine." Hermione added for good measures.

"Then how come you need the salve?" Narcissa directed her question at Hermione. Clearly the house-elf had informed his mistress of this detail.

"I-I pulled a muscle when I fell on-on the b-bed." Hermione explained. "I-It's d-doesn't h-hurt at all."

They were due to travel to their honeymoon location, in Paris, France, in a few hours and it would be a shame to cancel it because of her. It was not a real honeymoon, but more of a much needed vacation for both of them. After Lucius' death, Draco had taken over for him. Hermione knew the lost of his father, work and his mother's condition was taking its tow on him. He should stop working and relax and Narcissa had not been outside since she was discharged from the hospital. This trip would do her some good.

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When they arrived in Paris in one of the Malfoy's properties, Hermione began inspecting Narcissa's bedroom, while she freshed herself in the bathroom. It was a procedure Hermione had to do to ensure Narcissa's safety. Although Narcissa no longer had to stay in St. Mungos, she was still a patient and Hermione was her personal healer. Hermione didn't resign from her position in St. Mungos but was on temporary leave. Hermione had explained her reason to her superiors for wanting to devote her time helping Narcissa. They understood how she felt and allowed her the time off.

"We need to work on your stuttering." said Draco as soon as they were alone.

"What do you mean?"

"You stutter when you lie."

"No, I d-don't."

"Do you hear yourself when you talk?"

"I...well..." Hermione began, "I have read that when other people hear you talking – your voice - the sound waves vibrate through the air and diffuse into the surrounding area. When you talk, the sounds are traveling to you from the air outside. It reflects back at you directly to your ear. This can make you interpret the sounds differently than other people and make your voice sound different." When she finished her speech, she found Draco watching her with a very odd expression on his face.

"So...you...don't hear yourself stuttering?"

"S-Sometime."

"You know, it's all right to admit you've got a problem."

"I do stutter when I lie." Hermione quietly admitted, "I just can't help it. When I promise my patients that they'll get better and...and it doesn't happened. I feel awful and then the stuttering started. I don't even know when."

Draco closed the distance between them and took Hermione's hand. "It's not your fault. These sort of things are out of your control."

Hermione smiled. She was grateful to Draco for comforting her. Being a healer was one of the most difficult things she had to do. She knew what she was signing up for and thought she was ready to handle it, since she had endure the war. But there was just so much she had witnessed, so much she wished she didn't. Seeing her patients suffering everyday from whatever ailed them while she stood helplessly by tore her to pieces.

"Don't think of it as lying. Think of it as giving them hope." said Draco, his face inching toward Hermione's until their lips met.

"I'm ready." Narcissa announced as she entered the room.

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Hermione quickly stepped back from Draco and turned away. Draco composed himself and went to his mother. Narcissa gave a worried look and glanced at Hermione's back.

"Hermione, are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready." Hermione answered, her voice a tad high. She turned around and took Narcissa's arm.

"Right, let's go." said Draco.

The restaurant Draco had chosen was newly build. It recently opened a few months ago. Since he didn't want to take his mother anywhere that would remind her of his father, he brought them there. The house they were staying at was one of the Malfoy's many properties that his parents have not been too, which was why he choose it. Narcissa appeared like her old self, but he had seen her relapsed before. A subject or object that seemed simple and harmless to Draco, may be a strong reminder to Narcissa of something and set her off.

They all had enjoyed the food. They were having a conversation about a little bit of everything. When they were done eating, Draco took them back to the house. He stayed in the hall while Hermione gave his mother her potions. He wanted to talk to Hermione about the kisses they had shared. He needed to know how she felt about him. Her behavior was confusing. Did she love him like he loved her? He would be so happy if she did. But what if those kisses where just kisses and nothing more? He was pulled from his musing when Hermione emerge from the door. She slowly shut the door appeared surprised to see him there.

"I need to inspect the other rooms. Safety proof them for Narcissa." she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Right," was he could say and led her through each room.

Hermione was right to want to see the rooms. This house had been in his family for centuries. There were many old and powerful items that could harm his mother if she wasn't careful. With her mental state as it was, he feared she'd accidentally stubble upon some dark artifacts. He should've ordered the house-elves to do a clean weeps of all of the magical objects in the house instead of just cleaning it before they had arrive, but he wasn't thinking. Fortunately for them Hermione was always cautious.

They were into the old study. It looked so much like the one at Malfoy manor, the desk, shelves of books. Draco lowered his gaze. Didn't want to look at this room. Just being in here made him felt sick. He snapped his head up when he heard Hermione scream.

"Hermione!" He said as he went to her.

Hermione was clutching her hand, her face twisting in pain. "C-c-cold." she said, looking at something on the floor.

Draco followed her gaze. "Oh no..."

0o0

Hermione held on tightly to Draco and pressed her face against his chest as he carried her to her room. She was shivering from the cold. The box she had touched was enchanted with a cursed. The curse made her felt as if thousands of needles were pricking the skin of her hand and now it seemed as if there were blocks of ice slowly melting in the pit of her stomach. The icy sensation was spreading from the inside of her body to out. It was excruciating. The symptoms she was experiencing was similar to frostbite, yet not.

When Draco placed her on her bed, Hermione reach out for him. "H-hold me, ple-e-ease! It's s-so c-c-old!" she begged.

Feeling Draco returned, she immediately wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his. He was the only thing that kept her warm. Holding on to him dulled the cold if only for a little while.

"Hermione, Hermione!" Draco said, lightly shaking her.

Hermione looked at him from her place on the crook of his neck. He was nothing but a blurry figure, a very warm blur. She realized that she could get warmer if these blankets weren't between them. She began pushing the barriers that were between them aside without losing contact with him. When she was done, she held on to him tight, unwilling to let go.
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