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My Angel	By : bronzbarista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, only JK Rowling does. I also make no money from this story.

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Hermione Granger was never one for wallowing in self-pity. After her episode at Hogwarts with Malfoy she had left the school in order to try and figure out what was happening to her. The thing that seemed to bother her the most was the fact that everything was in black and white, with varying shades of grey. She felt like she was stuck in an old black and white film.

The fog that accompanied Draco’s disappearances swirled around her as she walked through the empty streets of Diagon Alley. She looked in the windows of Flourish and Blotts, Madame Malkin’s, and even poked her head into Gringott’s. She was completely and totally alone in this…this…limbo. That was the only word she could come up with to describe her new world.

Standing in the middle of the street in front of Gringott’s she let out a frustrated scream. Letting out all the tension, frustration, and irritation she felt with her situation.

Draco chuckled from his spot leaning against a building. She whirled around to stare at him and growled, her eyes narrowing at him.

“You! What are you doing here?!”

Draco stood up straight and fixed the smirk on his face that seemed to infuriate her.

“What am I doing here? I’m here to keep you some company Granger. I bet I could ease some of that tension you’re feeling.”

He waggled his blonde eyebrows and she stomped over to him and swung out to slap him. He caught her by hand by the wrist before it hit his face and he pulled her flush against his body, his long arm curled around her waist.

Hermione stared up at him, her honey brown eyes stared into his blue-grey ones and she struggled to get away from him.

“Let me go Malfoy! Let me go this instant you bloody bastard ferret!”

Draco looked down at her as his eyes darkened and he shook his head.

“No, I’m not letting go Granger. I’ve watched you mope around long enough. Besides, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

He leaned down and captured her lips with his own, and she surprised herself when her protest melted into a groan and she returned the kiss. His tongue ran over her lower lip, while his hand drew lazy designs on her lower back, and his left hand let go of her wrist and moved to cup the back of her neck. She gasped when he pulled her tighter against him and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth.

He closed his eyes to revel in the feeling of having her in his arms again, returning the kiss with the same surprised fervor she had the first time they’d kissed. Her hands bunched at the sides of his black dress shirt and it took all of his will not to press her against the wall and take her right then and there, but he knew that it would only scare her off. He pulled away from her and looked down and groaned in his throat. Her lips were kiss swollen and red, her cheeks tinged with a beautiful blush, and her eyes fluttered open, darkened with lust.

“What was that?”

He chuckled and loosened his hold on her.

“Oh Granger don’t tell me you’ve never been kissed before, you were far too good at it.”

He smirked and she hit him in the chest and pulled away from him.

“How dare you?! Are you insinuating that I’m some kind of slag?!”

She hit him in the chest again and the next thing he knew she was pummeling his chest with her tiny fists and tears were streaking down her face.

“You know what’s happening to me and you won’t tell me! Why won’t you tell me?! Why are you torturing me?!”

Draco let her hit him, leaning back on the wall, the brick of the building biting into his back through his shirt. His heart was breaking for her as he watched her vent her anger on his chest. He wanted to explain everything to her. Tell her about them, about the battle…about…where she was. But he didn’t know what to do.

She finally stopped hitting him and slumped against his chest, exhausted. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and steered her towards a bench and helped her to sit down. Her shoulders slumped, and her head was bowed, eyes fixed on her hands in her lap.

“I’m so confused…it feels like there’s a fog clouding my brain. Anytime I try to figure out what’s happening it gets thicker and I can’t find my way out. Then you come along and it clears up enough for me to think rationally, but just being near you makes me come undone. I don’t know whether I want to beat you to a bloody pulp or snog you senseless…I’ve never wanted to snog you before…have I?”

He looked at the top of her bowed head and sighed.

“Granger…Granger look at me now.”

He crooked his index finger under her chin and lifted her head to look at him and he pulled out a silk black handkerchief and gave it to her to wipe her eyes, then knelt down in front of her.

“I don’t know what to tell you about this place, or why when I’m here the whole world is in black and white except for you. I can’t explain why you’re mind is so foggy when you try to remember things, or work things out. What I can tell you is that before you were confined to this…limbo or whatever this is…we were very, very good friends.”

He smiled at the term and she stared at him blankly and tried to process what he was saying.

“Friends? We were friends…but…how?”

“I don’t really know how to explain it…it just happened.”

She wiped her face again and looked down then up at him. Once again she noted that his eyes were starting to glaze over. He grabbed his pocket watch and opened it, checking the time. He stood up and brushed off his slacks.

“I’ll have to tell you more about our friendship later Granger…now I’ve got to go. Try not to have too much fun without me; I know I’m leaving you with wet knickers.”

She stared at him and wondered how he could go from speaking so soft and caringly, to being the usual arrogant git he always was. She got up and shoved him away from her.

“Fine then! Get out of here! I don’t want you anywhere near me you arrogant ferrety bastard!”

He watched the life flare back to her eyes and chuckled, watching the fog flow down the streets he looked at her, silently promising that he would make that fog disappear for good. He ran down the street disappearing around the corner.

Hermione watched him leave and scrubbed her face with her hands and shook her head. The fog creeped in and her mind started to get fuzzy, now not only was she confused, but there was a burning in her stomach that could only be described as arousal.

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Draco jolted awake and sat upright before groaning and grabbing his neck.

“Ohhhh bloody fucking hell.”

He looked around the bright white room and the curly headed witch laying in the hospital bed in front of him and he sighed, rubbing his forehead at the building headache there. His heart was thundering in his chest and he was struggling to remember what had happened. With a flush of embarrassment he realized that he had gotten aroused by the dream, and he still had a reminiscent feel of her little body pressed to his. It had felt amazing to have her wrapped up in his arms again.

He sat forward and groaned as he scrubbed his face with his hands. Someone beside him cleared their throat and he looked over at the medi-witch who gave him a slight smile. It had been her presence that had disrupted the peacefulness of his sleep and the dream in which he was able to hold his witch.

“Mr. Malfoy I see you’ve fallen asleep in the chair again.”

“What else does it look like I’ve been doing?” He snapped out at her, not bothering to leash the frustration and irritation.

She raised a dark eyebrow at his snappy answer and walked towards Hermione and scanned her body with her wand. When she stopped and hesitated then re-scanned her body Draco eyed her warily. She turned and walked out of the room and Draco stood up quickly to watch her leave. He stared at the body of the witch he loved and then looked back when he heard footsteps, fully expecting to see the dark haired medi-witch.

He was soon overcome by two small children followed closely by a laughing Ginny Potter and Luna Lovegood. Ginny looked at him and smiled.

“I thought we could find you here.”

Draco narrowed his eyes then looked down at the two small boys clinging to him. The darker haired of the two little boys looked up at him and smiled, “Hi Uncle Draco!”

Draco laughed at the little boy when his dark hair changed to bright blue. He was a few inches taller than the other toddler due to the fact that he was almost 2 years older than him.

“Hello Teddy”

The other toddler looked up at him with blue grey eyes, his hair platinum blonde and curly, freckles splattered across his button nose, and a mouth curled into a wide grin.

“DAD!”

Draco’s face softened and he smiled at the 4 year old boy and ruffled his hair.

“Orion, what have I told you about yelling indoors?”

Orion’s voice softened immediately and he looked regretful.

“It’s alright mate, what are you doing here with Aunt Ginny?”

Orion’s little blonde head turned to look at the sleeping form of Hermione in her hospital bed.

“She said that I could come see mummy. Is mummy still taking a nap?”

Draco looked at the innocent little boy and pressed his lips against his soft blonde curls.

“Yeah mate, she’s still taking a nap.”
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