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Five Days	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Day Two: Morning
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Draco jerked awake at Hermione’s kick and then cried out as his head slammed painfully back into the rock wall behind him.
“Are you okay?” Hermione asked quietly. Draco didn’t answer as he blinked against the pain until it faded and then squinted at her in the dark.
“Move your legs,” she reminded, watching him glance groggily around to gain his bearings.
“Oh, gods,” he groaned miserably as he tried to stretch his muscles.
“I know,” Hermione said softly, “my body aches too.”
“This is a bit more than an ache,” Draco said with a grimace. He squinted his eyes harder to see through the eerie dark grey shadow they were bathed in. “How….how long was I out? What time is it?”
Hermione shook her head. “You were out nearly thirty minutes. I had to kick you about ten times to get you to wake up,” she said, her tone accusatory.
Draco frowned at her. “Like I can help it? I’m tired. I lost two of my turns when those damn bats came back.”
Hermione sneered at him. “I didn’t exactly get to snooze peacefully through that either.”
Draco furrowed his brow slightly as he ignored her and continued to look blearily around. “Why is it still so dark? It has to be close to morning.”
A soft rumble of thunder answered him and they both looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Rain,” Hermione said anxiously, her brow knitted in worry. “The forecast did call for storms.”
“But that means we’ll have water,” Draco noted. “It’ll help us survive longer.”
“Yes, but we’ll be wet,” she said seriously, “and that means we’ll get colder. You thought last night’s spellcasting took a toll… imagine having to dry AND warm ourselves AND kick our legs.”
Draco gave her a troubled look and tilted his face upward again. “Maybe we’ll be shielded from the worst it,” he proposed lamely.
Hermione didn’t look convinced as she too glanced up. “We’ll see I suppose.”
“Think it’ll be enough to wash this out at least?” Draco asked, leaning his head over to inspect his wound. He wrinkled his nose at it.
“What’s the matter?” Hermione asked in concern.
Draco shook his head slightly. “It looks worse.” He flexed his fingers and winced. “Hurts worse too.”
Hermione frowned at his arm. “I doubt a bit of rain water will be enough to combat whatever infection is almost surely already proliferating in there.”
“A morning full of happy news,” Draco drawled.
“At least you didn’t suffocate on my rat’s nest,” Hermione offered.
He looked back at her at that and let his eyes roam over her disheveled hair before meeting her gaze. “A small victory,” was all he said before sighing and cracking his neck to one side. “But I suppose I’ll take it.”
Hermione hummed and laid her head down on his shoulder. “I’m hungry,” she whispered after a minute of silence between them. Draco rested his head back and sighed again.
“Yeah,” he said.
“If you could eat anything right now, what would you choose?” she asked softly.
Draco turned his face toward her and closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply. “Apples,” he answered. Hermione sniffed in amusement.
“Really? Of everything in the whole world to choose from you go with apples?”
“Apples,” he merely repeated, resting his cheek against the top of her head. Hermione looked slightly stunned at the intimate gesture, but didn’t pull away.
“You…you know what I would choose?” she asked. Draco hummed inquiringly and she smiled. “I’d want a large, buttery bacon sarnie.”
Draco moaned. “I thought you were against intensifying our suffering,” he teased.
“Imagine it,” she went on, “all piled high and greasy and terrible for you but…mmm.”
Draco smiled at the thought of such a sandwich. “You are evil.”
Hermione chuckled. “No…I’m hungry.”
There was suddenly another loud clap of thunder.
“Sounds like the storm’s getting closer,” Draco noted, glancing up again.
“Yeah,” Hermione agreed dismally. They simply listened to the steadily increasing sounds of wind and thunder for a bit until Draco lifted his head again and cleared his throat.
“I, uh…I need to relieve myself again,” he said awkwardly.
Hermione raised her head as well and tried to give him an encouraging smile. “Yeah, I figured you would. I went already too, just before I woke you.”
She reached her hand up to his zipper but he flinched.
“What’s wrong?” she frowned at him. “It’s a little late to be shy.”
Draco frowned right back at her before turning his face away uncomfortably.
“Fine…hold it again,” Hermione shrugged impatiently.
“No,” Draco puffed in resignation, “I need to go. I…I just…I thought it would’ve gone down by now, but…”
He popped his hips at her as an explanation for his hesitancy and she cocked her head at him.
“Really?” she asked half-amused at the feel of his morning erection against her hand. “You’re embarrassed about a bit of morning wood?”
“Jesus,” Draco looked at her with something akin to surprise, “are you always this blunt?”
Hermione scowled at him. “I do believe I mentioned that I’m familiar with the workings of the male body, yes? Besides…it’s perfectly natural. Why bother being embarrassed about it?”
Draco simply glared at her for a moment. “I’m not embarrassed,” he sneered. “I’m just a bit uncomfortable with the idea of you fondling my cock, thanks.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Because that’s right at the top of my list of things to do just now,” she said sarcastically, “fondle your pureblood prick in this oh so erotic setting.”
“Well, you did offer to fuck me once already,” he snipped back. Hermione shook her head at him and stared off at the wall.
“Well…?” Draco said after a minute.
“Well what?” Hermione asked without looking at him.
“I still need to go.”
“Good for you.”
Draco glowered. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
“Then just go.”
“I’m not wetting myself,” he frowned.
“Why not?” Hermione said, trailing her eyes up to the sky. “If this rain ever actually comes we’re both going to be soaked anyway.”
Draco’s expression shifted to one of reluctant desperation. “Please, Granger… I’m already going to die miserably in this pit. I’d like to save what little dignity I’ve left to me.”
“You consider my helping you urinate a way to maintain your dignity?” she scoffed.
“It’s better than messing myself, yes,” he answered sourly.
Hermione looked back at him and studied his pleading eyes. “Fine,” she relented, drawing-out the word with a huff. She quickly undid his trousers and felt inside his pants for him.
Draco scrunched-up his face slightly as he tried not to react to her touch again as she pulled his still hard length free. “You’re, uh…you’re gonna have to sort of angle him downward, but not too far or it’ll cut-off the flow,” he tried to instruct.
Hermione shot him a glare. “I do understand the laws of physics,” she snapped as she followed his order. But Draco didn’t bother responding as he closed his eyes and started to go.
“You know,” Hermione said as she held him, “I’m impressed you managed a REM sleep cycle. Humans only have morning erections when they-“
“Please stop talking,” Draco interrupted crossly.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I really don’t know why you’re embarrasse-“
“I’m not fucking embarrassed!” he spat, opening his eyes. “I’m trying to block out the reality of who is handling me!”
“You asked me to!” she snarled back, letting go of him instantly to grip her shorts.
“I know I fucking asked you to!”
“Then what is your problem, you arsehole!?”
“You!” he snapped. “It’s not going to go down with your shrill voice reminding me of the fact that it’s your hand on it!”
Hermione’s brows rose into her scalp. “What?”
“Goddamn it!” Draco roared, turning his face upward to curse the heavens. “Get me out of this fucking hole!”
Hermione stared at him wide eyed. “Malfoy-”
“This is all your fault! You stupid, stubborn…you, you…gah!”
“My fault!?” Hermione yelled back.
“You grabbed me!” he shot back with a glare.
“I was falling! Because of you!” she countered.
“So you thought you’d take me down with you!? Smart. Real fucking smart,” he sneered. “If you’d have fallen by yourself I could’ve gotten help. But noooo. Had to drag me into hell with you!”
“You wouldn’t have helped me,” Hermione spit venomously. “You would’ve watched me disappear and then collected the plants and been on your merry way!”
Draco’s glare was molten. “You know nothing about what I would or wouldn’t do,” he seethed.
“Oh, I think I have a very good idea of the lengths you’re willing to go to for your own benefit,” she said, casting a pointed glance to his Dark Mark. Draco looked at the faded black stain himself and suddenly looked like he’d swallowed a fly.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice dripping with bitterness, “yeah, I suppose you would.”
It was clear from Hermione’s immediate change of expression that she regretted the words she’d just said. “Malfoy, I –“
“Just shut up,” he said quietly, looking off at the wall.
“Malf-”
“Just shut up!” he snapped. “Shut the fuck up. Shut. Up.” He closed his eyes and his bottom lip trembled fiercely. “Please,” he whispered, “just…be quiet.”
Hermione watched him silently for a few minutes and, when he finally appeared to calm some, she let go of her shorts. Without a word, she reached forward. Draco’s eyes snapped open when she took hold of him, but Hermione was looking away as she simply put the notably soft bit of him back into his pants.
When she was done, she lowered her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said very quietly. There was a long tense silence until she spoke again. “We, uh…we should probably just keep taking turns sleeping today, at least until the rain comes, to keep up our strength,” she said very softly. “Please wake me in fifteen.”
Draco leaned his head back as some of Hermione’s curls tickled at his face. He blew at one and then stared down at the mess of hair. Spring tight curls and frizzing, loose strands were tangled together in a mass of brown color ranging from near blonde to near black and every shade in between.
He stared at the rainbow of brunette curls for several minutes before he leaned his face down. He hesitated for only a moment and then lightly pushed his nose into her hair and drew in a long, slow breath. Hermione shifted her head on his shoulder and he jerked his face back again and leaned it against the rock.
Tears welled up in his grey eyes but he forcibly blinked them away after looking ruefully at his Mark and then focused his attention up at the untouchable sky above.
“I’m sorry too,” he whispered so quietly the words came out in more of a breath. “Every day of my life.”
He watched the grasses at the edge of the crevice dance in the wind of the coming storm and then sighed as he began to silently count to himself.
“One, two, three, four…”
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