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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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blurs of his forefathers were on either side of him as he ran down the grand dark halls of the Malfoy estate. Malfoy’s never run. He could imagine them saying that to him, just as he heard it now.
"Malfoy’s DO NOT RUN DRACO! You are worthless, I knew it the second you were born I should have killed you then just to preserve the Malfoy legacy. However that bitch protected you and pleaded with me to spare you, she kept telling me you would be powerful. LIES ALL BLOODY LIES!!" His father's footsteps were echoing all around him making it hard to tell where he was. All he had was his old wand, not his scepter, even with it he felt powerless.
Stopping he put his hands up and leaned on the wall before him, slowly turning around he braced himself. Slowly out of the inky shadows of the hall the white haired wizard, who called himself his father, stepped into the dim orange glow of the torchlight. His hair was thin but long, nearly reaching his waist. Luscious's jaw was set as his hands gripped and un-gripped the silver serpent handle of his wand. Draco could see the rage rolling off of him, his father's eyes reflected nothing but the torture he wanted to inflict upon his son, just because he was alive.
Many times he thought of taking his own life, maybe that would please the bastard before him. But no matter how many times he tried, his body wouldn't let him it was as if his body was trying to survive against his will. Lifting his eyes from the floor he let his gaze meet his father's. As if he was stuck by such an action his father unleashed a stream of unforgivable curses causing Draco's body to spasm and betray him.
The feeling of his bones cracking underneath the pain and sight of his blood on the floor before him gave him a sensation, one that was not too unfamiliar to him.
"Have you had enough boy!" Luscious's yells were slowly starting to drown out of his mind, all he could see was the blood dripping from his mouth hitting the floor slowly. Each droplet slowly fell into the puddle below; he could hear the splash of the two liquids combining as clear as he could hear his own breathing.
Just as the times before, the change within him started to take hold of him, however this time he knew what it was and he wouldn't fear it.
"Yes...yes that’s it boy. Let your anger consume you, become who you really are." Looking into his father's eyes he saw something that he has never seen in all his life, excitement. Is this what he wanted? Was this why the fuck tortured him from birth? Did he want him to lose control over himself?
Draco could feel the transformation of his person begin, his claws in front of him was proof enough. Slowly he got up and faced the older white haired wizard, Draco was going to give him what he wanted, and he would show the bastard what he truly was. Dropping the wand he raised his claws towards the smiling wizard.
"Draco wake up!" Her voice, why was she here? Looking back up towards his father Draco could see his confusion and anger on his face. With a blink of the eye he was staring into the face of Granger.
She woke up to a massive surge of power through her necklace, totally alarming her entire body. It was if someone switched her body to fight on the "flight or fight" switch. Looking around she quickly jumped out of bed and let her instincts carry her to the source, Malfoy's bedroom.
Opening the door she gasped at the sight of Malfoy's writhing and transforming body. It wasn't the fact that his thrashing caused his claws to tear up the sheets around him, it was his face and uncovered torso. They were both littered with bruises and cuts, it was as if he was in the middle of a war, but he was asleep.
Getting closer she knew she had to wake him up.
"Draco wake up!" Instantly his eyes shot open.
Without giving her time to react she was shoved to the wall behind her. Grabbing her throat he lifted her off the ground and against the wall with one arm while the other hand pressed its claws against her stomach.
"What are you doing here mudblood?" His black eyes were an abyss of hatred directed towards her, while his sharp claws painfully pricked her tender flesh on her stomach.
Coughing and gasping for stolen air she sputtered, "I felt you...tried to "cough" help!"
A low growl emanated from his chest traveling through his body onto hers, shaking her entire body as she tried to claw at his unmoving hand. "I do not require the help of a mud-blood bitch!"
Even through her foggy mind she couldn't believe how much of a prick he could be.
"That’s right I should have..."cough" let you succumb to the dark...the...apple never falls too far."
His eyes widened at the meaning of her words.
Giving off a roar he slammed her into the wall with all of his anger. Her body instantly lost consciousness; letting go he watched her fall to the floor in a heap.
Breathing hard Draco stared at the wall he slammed her against, blood stared back at him. Bending down slightly he could still hear faint breathing and a steady heartbeat; grabbing a handful of her loose hair he turned her head. There was a small gash that was big enough to leave a nasty headache but probably not much else. Turning he walked out of the room leaving her.

Pacing in the living area Draco noticed his breathing was getting quicker and his body wasn't changing back. It was as if his body could not calm down. Looking down at his hand he found the source, his ring was hot and pulsating, the dragon kept wrapping around his finger just as restless as he was.
"ARRrrrgggg!" Snapping back around he walked back into his room and stopped before the girl on the floor. She was wearing another on of those shear gauzy satin dresses that synched beneath the breast with a satin bow. This time it was red and pink, usually it stopped a little above the knee but her position now caused it to show a lot more of her legs.
The face he learned to despise over his school years was set in a peaceful expression as if nothing happened; but her neck told the story her face didn't. His handprint was forming deep bruises around her slender throat destroying her peaceful facade.
What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he keep control of himself? He hated her but he never really intended to hurt her, she was female after all. He had seen abuse towards a woman before, towards the only woman he loved, his mother. It was something he always knew he would never do, unlike his father. "The apple never falls too far." wasn't that what she said. Was he becoming the monster his father was or worse the monster his father wanted him to be?
These dreams were nothing new; he has been having them the day his father was banished. Torture he was used to, but lately his father seemed to be toying with him testing his limits. He was convinced now that his father knew what he was all a long and he was trying to invoke the beast within him.
Grabbing her arm he lifted her limp body into his arms and carried her to her room. As he walked he glanced down at her, her long hair was lightly dragging the floor while her arm hung limp off to the side. In her attire she was the perfect picture of "Damsel in distress." Laying her on her bed he called his scepter to him, mumbling a quick healing charm for her gash he left. The ministry wasn't going to blame the death of the smartest witch of their century on him.
Walking out the house he walked to the edge of the cliff. The sky was just as dark as the sea, even though it was early morning by his watch it looked as if it was around dusk and a storm was going to hit. The waves were crashing violently against the rocks, while the air grew frigid with the darkening sky. This really was a wizarding community; it could be hot one minute freezing the next.
Looking at his watch Draco noticed it was past the time for practice, not that he wanted to explain what happened this morning to the old fuck but it was rather odd of him not to be there.
Turning back towards the house, Draco figured he check on the witch, just to see if she was still alive. Standing at the front door though was Granger wearing a pair of jeans and the top to her workout suit from yesterday it was as if she just threw them on. Staring at her he stood there like a rock unmoving and almost not breathing. She was nearly fully transformed, however instead of the maniacally laughing sorceress he was staring into the white depths of a really pissed off one.
"Granger I want to apol..."
Reaction speed passed down from Merlin himself couldn't have helped him from the bolt of crackling energy that hit him square in the chest. It was so powerful he lost all ground sending him sliding over the edge of the cliff.
"So much for apologizing," His body dangled from the ledge where his hands clutched onto, since he never truly calmed down his claws were still there thankfully, helping him grip the edge better.
While pulling himself up he noticed a white blur whiz over his head and behind him. Not caring what she was doing he hauled himself with a gymnast’s ease over the edge right before another bolt was sent to the side of the cliff where he just was.
Drawing his scepter he waited for her, as if on cue she came flying out of the cloud of dust straight towards him hurling every single energy blast she could muster. Her flying was a quick as a seeker on a broom, but he was proving to be pretty quick on the ground.
*~*
Reflecting and dodging, dodging and reflecting proved to be the warlock's method for the fight. However, to the trained eye one could tell he was simply strategizing, something warlocks were good at when transformed.
Sorceress used only the technique of insanity, which should never be underestimated; it takes someone who understands insanity to beat it and some of the smartest people on this earth are considered to be a tad bit mad. How fitting for the sorceress before him.
Finally the warlock's intentions were made clear, drawing her in so that she may strike he made a quick grab at her leg, quickly yanking her body to the unforgiving ground. Just as he was going to place a spell on her she lashed at him with a swift uppercut with her other foot from her position on the ground. Sending him stumbling backwards giving her ample time to retrieve her ground.
Now this is where a sorceress gets tough, unlike a warlock who has excellent hand to hand combat skills as well as magical ones, a sorceress must rely on her second best skill besides magic--weaponry.
Looking back up to his opponent he was surprised to see an ax in her hand coming down towards him. Quickly he summoned shield spell meeting the fall of the wicked ax, causing magical sparking to occur. Grabbing her arms that were holding the ax, he yanked her forward to his side while using his wand to send a shock spell straight to her gut.
Though the warlock should have done his homework, a sorceress has much in common with a banshee and her scream is just as powerful, especially if you’re as close as he was.
He stood there watching the two nurse their wounds for a moment and prepare for another onslaught. The display before him for the last few minutes was shameful, ridiculous, and sadly expected.
"bevriezen (freeze)" Instantly the two were frozen in position, sadly enough the dueling position, no doubt the intended hex or curse still on their tongues.
"The both of you are pathetic, I want you inside at once." Releasing them from their bound positions Mr. Plympton watched as they slowly put away their wands and walked inside.
Standing on either side of the couch they waited for him to do or say something. Mr. Plympton waved his wand over the cold empty fireplace creating a roaring fire in the now freezing room. Gesturing towards the sofa he silently commanded both students to sit down. Giving each other wary stares of mistrust they sat as far from the other as much as the sofa would allow.
"It was expected for the two of you two to fight, mistreat, and hate each other. However, the magnitude was never expected by your professor and headmaster," the look on the brown-headed girl's face told him she realized. "Yes miss Granger your interactions are observed and I might say that they are shocked to say the least. You both have shown cold malice and neglect towards the other."
Turning to the warlock he continued, “You Mr. Malfoy watched as Miss Granger went to bed every night without proper heat while yourself slept quite comfortably. Your attitude was beyond preposterous leaving Miss Granger no choice but to act as coldly as you did to her, and lest we not forget your shameful actions towards her this morning. Did you know Mr. Malfoy that if she were to leave you in your dreams you would have been absorbed into your own darkness invoked by your father?" The boy’s surprised look told him he was very much correct in his assumption of his father's plans for the young man.
Turning his gaze towards the girl he continued, "And you Miss Granger, you are not completely innocent in this, you are the one who is most familiar with domestic skills between the two of you, however instead of help Draco you starved him. The way you two have behaved you make it very difficult to tell if you want help through your transformations, it would seem the two of you would rather kill each other and jeopardize everything around you rather than learn to control your powers and help the greater good."
Reaching into his robes he grabbed a familiar device that brought a shear look a terror to the both students faces, a time turner.
"You both were originally supposed to train for a week or two and then resume your vacation however it seems that privilege has been squandered and it appears in order for the two of you to get along you will need time. So headmaster Dumbledore lent me the use of his time turner. You both will stay here for a month, but this time their are rules to abide by.” Pausing he let the information sink into their shocked minds before resuming.
“From now on you will refer to one another by his or her first name, you will help each other through any and everything that shall arise, you will not say negative or derogative terms towards the other, fights should go without saying never happen again, and lastly you will share your bedroom."
"You have got to be bloody kidding me!" Draco's voice was so low it rumbled throughout the room.
"You can't be serious Mr. Plympton." The thought of sleeping with Malfoy chilled her blood.
Ignoring their outburst he continued as if they never spoke. "You are both basically adults, the reasons for this particular arrangement are important however, I will let you figure them out. Now, the repercussions, if any of these rules were to be broken. Every time you break these rules time will be added on to your stay here, you will hear a chime; the chime depends on how severe the offense is, the louder the chime the longer it is. Basically if you have another disgusting display of power again, a week shall be added." Turning the dial he started the timer.
“It has begun.” With those last words he was gone.
Opening her mouth to say something, Draco stood up and left the house letting the door slam violently shut behind him. Watching him stalk into the forest from the living room window she let her forehead lean against the cold thick glass. She wanted to blame him for all of this, she wanted to hurl insults and spells his way until she just ran out of energy, but she couldn’t or they would never leave this place. So many emotions swam in her head at once she could barely think.
Walking to the kitchen she decided to work, she could always focus her thoughts if she kept busy. Walking to her room to gather some firewood she stopped by the door, the wrong door. Instead of the three doors like before, now there was only two the bathroom and another.
Slowly she nudged open the second door, the sight before only allowed one reaction, a deep sigh of despair. In the middle of the rather spacious room, was a large bed with a window situated right above it as well as another one to the left of it, on either side was their dressers, and on the same wall as the door was a fireplace in the corner, most likely using the same chimney as the one in the living room. Grabbing the rest of her share of the firewood she hauled it into the kitchen. Why in the world would the headmaster authorize such an arrangement after witnessing what that idiot did to her this morning?
Letting the fire heat the stove she began to cut the vegetables for a simple stew.
Everything seemed to be going downhill, and she wasn't sure if it was going to get any better.
~*~*~
Already eaten and showered she sat and stirred the simmering stew. Malfoy wasn't back yet, and it was already well past nightfall. She could not help but be a little worried about him, even though she had no idea why she should after he nearly killed her this morning. Although, she did remember him attempting to apologize to her and it was rather shocking to wake up in her bed. The thought of him actually carrying her there was unbelievable and a little weird.
Grabbing her thin coat and the key she walked outside into the blisteringly cold night. It was remarkable how whether could change so quickly and drastically in a magical society. Following the nearly invisible trail she realized she had no idea where she was going.
The cold air whipping around her while walking through a forest of dark creepy trees wasn't really helping her slight tinge of fear. There were so many odd sounds that she was positive they weren't regular crickets or the normal friendly birds. Getting ready to turn back she noticed the slight throbbing of her necklace, stepping backwards the way she came it stopped, however with every step forward it thumped harder.
"Great, its just the creepiest place of all times lets go there!" not even her sarcasm could cheer her up now.
Finally after a few minutes, which seemed like hours, of walking she saw an opening in the forest giving her a glimpse of the moonlit sea. Standing at the edge of the cliff was Malfoy, staring at the vast sea before him. Though Hermione was fairly sure he didn't even see the sea now. Stopping at the forest's edge she stood in silence behind him.
Minute went by after minute, she wasn't sure if he would ever say anything.
"I don't need you watching over me." He didn't turn around, just continued to stare out at nothing.
"I know."
Didn't she realize what just happened? Was he the only one who heard that they had to stay another month if not longer? Was she not as angry as he was? How could they do this to him, keep him here with her no less, against his will?
"I was thinking that maybe..." he could smell how uncomfortable she was to be here, however that didn't stop her from putting her bloody opinions into the situation.
"Grang..."he let out a sigh and continued slowly and quietly. "I do not want to hear you, see you, or be near you now. I want you to leave me alone."
Every word was so tight and curt, as if he had a hard time saying it. Since his back was still turned towards her she had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. All she could hear was the anger in his voice.
"But I believe if we could just..." She couldn't get the word out of her mouth before he spun around and looked at her with his blackening eyes. His white hair covered up half his face but she could still see the glowing of his eyes.
"LEAVE ME THE BLOODY HELL ALONE!" The roar he let off literally sent her sliding back and birds flying from the trees around them in a chaotic frenzy.
*Ding * The sound was unmistakable, ringing softly in the wind around them.
Catching her balance she looked back up at him only to see him step closer, he looked as if he was going to kill her. Quickly she turned and ran, ran hard and fast in the direction from which she came. She didn't slow down until she reached the clearing in the trees where the pond was.
Leaning against a tree she tried to catch her breath, that prick didn't even give her a chance. How can someone be so stubborn? Taking another look down the path she made sure he didn't follow her, before she allowed herself to calm down a little.
Staring into the dark water she stared at her reflection.
"I wish Harry and Ron was here." Though if they were here, a year would be there punishment instead of a month, well a month and a newly appointed hour.
Smiling she could just imagine the fights them and Malfoy would get into.
Feeling something cold around her leg she stepped back slightly, figuring she stepped into the water, but she realized couldn't. Looking at her ankle, she let out an earth-shattering scream. A slimy tentacle was wrapped around her, pulling her towards the water. At the sound of her scream the appendage yanked her down to the ground. She tried to summon her wand while keeping herself from being dragged into the water at the same time but it was proving to be rather difficult. Instantly another tentacle shot out of the water and wrapped around her waist. Her fingers clawed at the ground for anything to hold onto, but it was too strong she could already feel the water around her legs. Oh God, she was going to die here and nobody would know how.
A deep voice rang out above.
"Graver épée!! (burning arrow)" Followed by a bright red streak flying above her head, stopping the constant pulling. A warm hand wrapped around her outstretched arm and quickly hauled her sprawled body upright. Falling forward slightly from the quick movement she braced herself on the chest of her savior, Malfoy. Looking up at him, she noticed how his eyes were focused on the now moving water, but his free hand was locked tightly around her arm, almost painfully so.
Opening her mouth to say something a loud squealing rung out from the inky substance. Within a beat of a heart the creature surfaced the water, causing it to spray everywhere. However the water around the creature didn't move like normal water it was as if it were gelatinous instead of fluid.
Then again nothing was normal about this creature, Hermione had read many books over monsters but in all her readings has she never come across a monster like this. The body reminded one in every aspect of a sea horse, the dragon like head, the snake like body and curve of the tail; but that was where the similarities ended.
The creature wasn't the small oddly cute fish of the sea; this thing was taller than Malfoy and five times as wide. It was shocking to see it fit in the pond. Its body was dark and slimy while instead of fins on either side it had three large octopus tentacles.
With her scepter out she stood a step behind Malfoy.
“Mal...I mean Draco I just want to..”
Shooting towards them a tentacle wrapped itself around Malfoy's foot completely cutting off her thanks. This time the creature didn't hesitate, it instantly dragged him towards the water giving Draco no opportunity to react before plunging into the blackness.
~*~*~
Screams, rushing water, high pitch squeals and a heartbeat all these noises were surrounding and echoing in his mind. The heartbeat was his, he knew that, it was strong and steady a surprisingly good sign for his condition. The water and the squeals were both sounds he could place and why, but the screams those were earth shattering. It wasn't hard to guess where they were coming from, it was the same scream that brought him here, but why was she screaming now? Because he saved her life, and she was guilty, could that be why?
He was still trying to calm down when he heard her. His gut clenched at its sound, the ring on his finger pulsated with fire, it was if time slowed down for just those few seconds. Running in the direction of her cries, he cursed her for ever being born, for being a sorceress, her impure blood, and the bloody connection she had on his life. He truly hated Hermione Granger with all the heart he didn't have.
Arriving to the source of the scream he saw her being pulled into the pond, he quickly shot off the first spell that came to mind at the bubbling water. Knowing the intended reaction of the creature he quickly grabbed the brown haired girl and hauled her up and out of the creatures grasp before it could pull her back in.
Catching her slightly unbalanced body he took a quick glance at the girl he just saved. Her newly sun tanned skin had lost all color giving her scared expression more fright. In all the years he had known her, not once has he ever seen her scared like this. The brown eyes that usually held so much knowledge and confidence were scared and uncertain. This would be a moment he could never forget. Still grasping her arm he pulled her behind him, the only one to kill her would be him not some lowly pond monster.

“Mal...I mean Draco I just want to..” Turning his head to her voice he took his eyes off the creature, in less than a second he was ensnared by its tentacles.
Now here he was struggling for his life with the creature underneath the black water. Getting a chance to summon his wand was impossible, both of his wrist were secured by the creature leaving only his claws for defense. Clawing at the tentacles, he tried to make his way to the surface for air. However, every time he came close to the top he was yanked back down by yet another appendage. If he didn't get to the top soon he was going to drown.
~*~*~
Her scream still echoed over the forest as she did her best to look for Malfoy in the churning black water. Every time she would see glimpses of his white hair coming towards the top he would be propelled down instantly. He needed air, he wasn't going to make it like this for long. Pointing her scepter she waited and she prayed. Her heart never beat so hard in her life, and all over sodding Malfoy at that.
"Come on, come on...come on." Then she saw him, he was trying to swim to the top but there were so many tentacles around him, just as he was about to be yanked down their eyes made contact. At that second the world stopped, the same fear she had on her face before was now in his ice gray eyes , he was dying. With a blink of an eye the world continued and she yelled her spell.
"Bubble head!!" The charm hit the water like a cannonball spraying water everywhere while hitting Malfoy Square in the face.
~*~*~
Filled with fire his chest spasmed as he clawed and kicked at the beast, his body was failing him. One last time he tried to make it to the surface hoping and praying even that he could just make it this time. Following the distorted light he came close to the water's surface but the tightening of the beast's hold was resigning him to his fate, but her face came into view and for that moment all struggle seemed to cease.
Deep brown eyes filled with so many emotions stared back at him, how he come to hate those eyes over the years, but for this moment, his moment of death he felt nothing towards her. Even though his situation could be hers to blame. Now she would be the one to see him die and not vice versa. With the blink of his eye time sped up again, and he was being pulled to his grave.
Like being hit in the face with a bag of apples his face was surrounded by a bubble of air. Immediately his body reacted, letting the air cool down his fiery chest and lungs. With renewed strength he fought off the tentacles, enough to free one hand to summon his scepter.
“Tir épées (shooting swords)" Shooting a million tiny spears from the tip of his scepter he watched as the creature tried to defend itself with the appendages, a reaction Draco was banking on. With the annoying tentacles wounded he could fight the creature at a little more fair advantage. The blood of the creature was making it hard to see where he was going but he kept just swimming up, he wanted to fight this creature out of it's element and onto to his. Surfacing the bubble charm popped letting him breath in the forest air.
"Draco!" Turning towards her voice he swam towards the bank. There was Granger at the bank with her hand outstretched towards him, swimming closer he grabbed her hand in his.
"Watch out!" With surprising strength she tugged him forward before he could turn to look or react, but the sharp pain that formed on his other arm told him she was too late.
~*~
She gasped in horror as the creature sunk its teeth into Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy let off a ground-shaking roar as he turned and struck the beast on the side of its head causing it to let go of him.
Like a train wreck Hermione could not pull her eyes away from the scene before her. Malfoy's face was filled with raw rage while his blackening eyes glowed brightly in the moon's rays. His long white hair was plastered to the sides of his face and down his back giving his stone hard face an even more feral look.
Letting his scepter hide itself once more he grabbed the top and bottom part of the creature's mouth and pulled. The creature thrashed and splashed in the inky water but Malfoy's grip was like steel while his arms flexed their strength, it's screams rang out into the night as its head was ripped down the sides killing it instantaneously.
Slowly Malfoy turned his dark gaze back to her, moving sluggishly he walked out of the water and towards her frozen figure on the ground. Blinking his black eyes slowly faded back to the stormy gray she was used to.
"Draco are you..." The last word never had a chance to come out before she was catching the white haired warlock in her arms. His weight nearly toppled her over with him but thankfully she grasped hold of him enough to ease him gently to the ground.
"Malfoy are" *Ding* the magical bell for another hour of their punishment went off at the mention of his surname, "Shit shit shit, dammit Draco what’s wrong?" He was out cold, looking to his wounded arm she took a sharp intake of breath. Not only were there deep gouges in his shoulder but there was dark green gunk oozing from the penetrations. She needed to get him back to the cabin, though the question as to how was the only thing stopping her.
Pointing her scepter to his unconscious body she said the incantation. "Float."
Now by the control of her wand, she had his body-floating horizontal at her side. Carefully and slowly, she guided him through the forest. Pounding at a mile a minute her heart felt like it was going to give out on her any second now. It took her a few minutes of heart clenching searching to find the small overgrown trail that lead to the cabin, the last thing she needed was to spend time lost when she needed to get Malfoy's wound cleaned.
Soon as they were both out of the forest she rushed his body into the cabin and into their new room. Laying him on the bed she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed towels, hot water, and the small dusty medicine box she found under the sink, hopefully its contents were still effective.
It still made no sense how the house could just have electricity to the refrigerator.
Returning back to his side she set all of her supplies on the floor next to her. Lighting as many candles as she could find in the room, she placed them around the headboard and next to her supplies on the floor.
Kneeling on the floor next to the bed, she began to peel of his shirt. Even though the shirt was filthy, wet, and mangled Hermione knew it was an expensive one just by the feel of the fabric making her feel a little bad having to use the scissors to cut it off. When she got near the wound she quickly ripped the shirt away, holding her breath the entire time.
Though it didn't appear he was going to wake up soon she still leaned back a little expecting him to react at the harsh act. Tugging the shredded shirt from underneath his body, she began to wash the wound. Thankfully the water was still extremely hot, she wanted this to be as germless as possible. Pouring peroxide into the deep holes, she watched as the blood, puss, bubbles, and most importantly the creatures secretions oozed out. How he slept through her cleaning was beyond her, but she was thankful he did. Satisfied with the cleanliness of his wound she took out her scepter and used her second spell.
"Point et à guérir (stitch and mend)" A common stitching spell, Madame Pomfrey taught her, when she was taking her mediwitch class. After watching the deep wounds stitch shut, she gathered up the dirty water, tattered shirt, and rags she used and cleaned them in the kitchen sink. Walking back into the room she noticed Malfoy's body start to shiver and Goosebumps.
"Bloody hell!! His wet clothes!" How could she be so stupid. Rushing over with some towels she wrapped his long wet hair into it. But her nerves didn't stay when she got to the only remaining clothes.
Quickly but hesitantly, she watched as her shaking hands unsnapped the button to his pants, unzipping the she prayed repeatedly in her head that he was wearing boxers. All the air she was holding in came out in one big puff as she caught a glimpse of his black boxers. With a few tugs she had his soaking pants off and on the floor.
Grabbing the quilt that was already on the bed she flapped both sides around him like a taco, making it so the quilt would soak up the water from his shorts and warm the rest of him. Using magic to dry the shorts wasn't an option, since she was left with one spell for the rest of the night and she was using that for emergencies.
Leaving him bundled to slow down the shivering and take the initial chill off his body, she turned to grab the firewood that was in the room. Thankfully his stash of the wood was still there, it was just enough to heat up the room and cook two small meals on but not much else. Giving her small flame a few good blows she watched as the fire spread slowly over the thick chunks of wood.
Getting up she leaned against the wall and stared at the boy she called her enemy for six whole years. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever see herself helping him in such a position. Nor did she ever imagine that he would save her from anything, but he not only saved her he did it twice, from the monster and from Mr. Plympton. The feeling of owing him anything didn't feel right at all, however the feeling of guilt that would consume her if she did nothing for him now would surely kill her.
Tired of watching him, she turned to the mirror on the other side of the door. Well she achieved the look of looking like she was dragged to hell and back. There were bits of twigs and dirt scattered all throughout her hair while her clothes were streaked with dirt and rumpled.
A shower was the only thing that could fix this situation, although she was going to have to settle for a cold one. Taking away the little wood they had would not only be selfish it would be highly unwise. Malfoy was going to need hot food when he wakes and if she used any of the wood now, that wouldn't happen.
Weird couldn't quite describe the feeling she got when she gathered her clothes for her shower, just the thought of Malfoy in the same room as her during such a personal daily ritual was disconcerting. Taking another glance at him she dashed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She didn't think she had ever washed so fast in her life. The thought of leaving Malfoy by himself while he was sick made her a tad bit paranoid. Thousands of horrible scenarios were rushing through her head, all making her feel immensely guilty for leaving him. Although if her thoughts didn't rush her she was one hundred percent positive it was the freezing water that she bathed in. Brutal torture was what she called it, no person in his or her right frame of mind would call it a shower.
Shivers ran from her head to her toes as she dried and dressed. With her teeth still clattering she tiptoed over to Malfoy's bedside. A relieved sigh escaped her when she saw his sleeping face. Even though she was being irrational she was still thankful nothing horrible happened in her short absence.
However, she did see a slight sheen of sweat on his stoic face. Quickly she grabbed a rag and ran some cold water on it. Sitting on the bed Hermione peeled back some of the quilt, exposing his chest and arms while dabbing his face and removing the towel around his head.
It was if she had no control over her own body, slowly her eyes started to travel down his neck to his chest, the chest she always seemed to be eye level with when standing next to him. Her face flushed a deep red as she took in the size of his chest. How this man lying on the bed mere inches from her was Draco Malfoy the scrawny white haired wizard she came to loathe with her entire soul was beyond her. The portion of his body she could see was quite....distracting to say the least. Getting up she decided to leave the top part of the quilt open so he wouldn't become uncomfortable.
She hoped she would warm up a little when she made some stew, but the amount of wood she had was only enough to heat up the food not the surrounding area like usual. Now she had two stews one from earlier and the one she just made, giving him plenty of liquid foods to stem off any cold. Putting a lid over the pots she walked back into the bedroom.
Even though she was still not comfortable at all with the idea of sleeping together, she couldn't have if she wanted to, Malfoy was lying in the middle of the bed. Gathering a thin sheet and a pillow she made a little makeshift bed on the floor. In case of an emergency she placed her scepter beside her pillow so she wouldn't have to call it forth when she needed it. Taking one last glance at Malfoy's resting form she wrapped the thin sheet around her and tried to fall asleep.
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He was dreaming again, but this time Draco realized it in the dream as well. However, it wasn't like before, he wasn't running and his father wasn't chasing him. Though, Luscious was still ever present as usual, but it was as if the bastard couldn't see him. Luscious was tearing up the entire house looking for him, all the while with a deranged look on his face. Draco merely stood by and watched the chaos his father caused. How could this man be his father? Why would such a sweet and beautiful woman like his mother marry a monster such as Luscious? These were the questions that carried him to consciousness.
Blinking once, then twice he slowly let his eyes open to reveal a semi dark room he seemed to be lying in. Letting his eyes drift towards the window he could tell it was extremely early. Not enough light to call day, and not quite dark enough to call night just the deep navy blue spattered with hints of an upcoming sun. Sitting up he let out a strangled growl, the pain that shot over his body brought back the memories of the fight in the pond, and the state he was in now and the lack of memory after the fight left him only one shameful conclusion, he passed out.
Letting his body fall back down to the bed to stop his spinning head, he began to notice his apparel or the lack there of. Never in his right state of mind did he imagine waking up in a weird cocoon of quilts and dressed only in his boxers. Looking around the room, Draco wasn't sure if he wanted to discover any other clues as of what might have happened while he was unconscious. On the opposite wall from the bed were two sets of dressers and two trunks side by side. Dear Merlin, it was his trunk and Granger's, meaning what that bastard said was true this was their room. The pain that was already pounding in his head intensified ten-fold.
Feeling like shit couldn't quite capture the sensation he was feeling now. Swatting the covers aside, his body couldn't quite make up its mind whether it was hot or cold. Then he remembered, the bloody fish-monster bit him in the shoulder, but for some reason he couldn't feel a damn thing.
Hell he wasn't even sure what shoulder he was bit in. Sitting up slowly he planned on inspecting the damage further, however brown caught his attention, a rather familiar shade of brown. Leaning over the side a little he was surprised to say the least to find Granger's shivering form lying on the hard wood floor with nothing but a small pillow and a very thin sheet.
Draco's eyes allowed him to see every detail in the dark without the light of a candle, silently he observed her. The way that she was breathing was easy to see that she was sleeping rather light. Without a doubt he knew if he were to make one sound she would be awake instantly. Was she sleeping like this for him? Taking a glance at the fireplace, evidence of a small fire was easy to spot and the lack of wood in the box told him the rest of the story.
The words of Mr. Plympton echoed in his head "You Mr. Malfoy watched as Miss Granger went to bed every night without proper heat while yourself slept quite comfortably." Damn her, he hated guilt, a feeling he scarcely felt but hated all the same. He was only feeling this way because she obviously helped him while he was unconscious, if he kept telling himself this he had to believe it sometime.
A groan accidentally escaped past his lips as he tried to sit up, immediately he launched himself back down despite his screaming head and body. Closing his eyes barley shut he listened for her inevitable movements. The seconds that passed felt like hours, but sure enough he saw her appear beside him. Half asleep with messy long hair, the Gryffindor hung over his bedside and looked at his shoulder and face.
A cold soft hand touched his sweating forehead, giving his pounding head a brief second of sweet bliss. Promptly she got up and left the room only to return with a bowl and towel. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was coming next, and he knew it was going to feel wonderful regardless of the person doing it.
Blessed cold touched his face and sent glorious chills down his spine. Torturously slow she mopped his face with the cold water his body yearned for, every now and then he would feel her cold fingers push back his hair gently. Her touch made his body shiver, but he blamed it on the water.
Gradually she moved the cloth to his chest and neck. The rough texture of the cloth, the cold water, and the feather gentle swipes of her fingers around the cloth were the ingredients to a tortuous bath. Draco wasn't sure if he wanted to yank the cloth out of her hand and do it himself or just lie there and let her continue blissfully unaware.
Finally her ministrations came to an end, leaving his body cool once more. Watching her leave he started to notice the absence of the fire. The bath left his body cool and exposed to the breeze that crept into the room, unavoidably making his body succumb to a slight shiver. He was just about to grab the quilt he tossed away earlier except Granger's approaching footsteps stopped him.
The Gryffindor padded softly to the side of the bed and turned to lie back down, for that moment he thought he was in the clear but as luck proved time and time again he wasn't so lucky. Like a hawk her eyes caught another shiver that ran through him.
"I am sorry."
Draco knew that she was only talking to his supposed unconscious body, but it still was odd. Granger never in her life apologized to him, so actually hearing the words spoken to him was rather jarring. Reaching over him to grab the covers her stomach pressed to his briefly in an odd sideways position. The feeling it caused him was a mix between sickening and shocking, a reaction he never wanted to experience again.
Hastily the cover were flipped on top of him and tucked underneath him on all sides, she was literally trapping him in a cocoon of linen. Still with his eyes partially open he watched her face grow worried, quickly her head turned side to side as she was looking for something. Finally she looked down, bending down she scooped up her target and laid it gently over the quilt cocoon encasing him. Silently she lowered herself back down to the floor and out of his line of sight, to where he presumed she fell asleep.
His eyes never left it, they couldn't. Hermione Granger was his enemy. Hermione Granger was the Gryffondor princess surrounded by fuck head Potter and dumb-ass Weasel . She was lower than dirt to him. So why was her only source of warmth lying on top of him.
The thin white sheet that barely kept out a small breeze was lying on top of his massive roll of quilts. Without even looking he knew she was on the floor freezing to death, while he was wrapped head to toe in a trap of linen. Damn her. Damn her to hell. Damn her for being born.
He hated guilt, it was an emotion he refused to feel, but in a matter of days she had him feeling it completely. Cautiously he undid the quilts so he would not awake her, slipping his arm out he flicked his wrist for his scepter. With his scepter in hand he leaned carefully over the edge of the bed, every creek and shift of the mattress seemed exceptionally louder than normal. Just enough to see his target he leaned over her a muttered the command.
"Sleep deeply." Small blue glittering crystals sprinkled from his scepter falling delicately on top of the sleeping sorceress, sending her into an even deeper state of sleep.
Immediately he sat up, ignoring his throbbing head and sore body, swinging his legs to the side of the bed he placed them on either side her sleeping form. Standing up, felt like enduring five crucious curses back to back, his body began to sweat and his head felt as if it were going to explode.
Gritting his teeth he bent down and grabbed the Gryffondor's small body. The last time he picked her up it was like picking up a school bag, but now with the way he was feeling she seemed to weigh much more.
Finally managing to get her cold limp body onto the bed he let his own flop down right beside her in fatigue . He was so tired he didn't care how close she was to him, all he cared about was falling into another non-volatile sleep again. The mini workout made his body work up a sweat leaving him far too hot for covers, leaving them all for the frigid Gryffindor.
The moment the warm covers hit her she turned into a human ball, losing all sight of her from the world above the covers. Shaking his head softly he let his body succumb to the darkness once more.
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"Do you think it was wise to allow those two such an arrangement?" The deep voice of the potions master traveled slowly to the purple robed wizard.
"I know it may seem foolish Severus, but it is needed for both of their sakes. We both know what happeneds to their kind if left unguided." The haunting shadow that drifted across the potion master's eyes was proof enough he remembered the stories. "I know Plympton's methods seem harsh but..."
"Harsh! That man's tactics make my class look like The study of Fairies 101. And not to mention the fact that the crazy bastard nearly killed Miss Granger while her back was turned."
Dumbledore merely stared at the seething professor for a few seconds before speaking. "Severus I never knew you cared for Miss Granger's well being so strongly."
Snape's scowl told him to change the subject.
"Well anyways Professor Snape I do understand your point however we must not overlook the facts at hand." Letting his hands wave over the magical mirror which held the image of Hogwort's two biggest enemies sleeping together. "Our very own Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess if you will are slowly starting to see that the other is in fact human too, and I have a feeling when the future arrives they will need each other more than anything."
A grunt from the Potions master told Dumbledore he agreed, reluctantly but agreed nonetheless.
"Besides Snape, I cannot see how their relationship could get worse."
"Do you consider murder worse."
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