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Love and Desire	By : RedDawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the first time in her life, Hermione had been the first student out of the door. The moment the bell rang, she sprang from her seat and ran out of the classroom, without bothering to give a single glance in the direction of Harry and Ron. She was on a mission, fueled by rage, and sprinted up to the seventh floor faster than should would have thought herself capable.
Once outside the Room of Requirement, Hermione stomped back and forth in front of the stretch of wall, demanding it to reveal Draco’s dormitory. After the third pass, a large oak door appeared in the wall and without pausing to knock, Hermione threw the door open and stomped inside.
She passed through the foyer and swiveled her head around to the common room, where she spotted Draco hunched over on the sofa, faced turned up in shock. “How in the bloody hell did you get in here?” he demanded.
“The better question is why the bloody hell are you here? Where have you been all morning?” she shrieked at Draco. The words had barely left her mouth when her brain had registered what her eyes were seeing.
Draco was shirtless and hunched over on the sofa, large red burns covered every centimeter of exposed skin she could see. Despite the look of shock upon his face, she could clearly see the pain and anguish he was suffering. Her anger at him disappeared and concern flooded her entire body for the boy before her.
“Merlin! What happened to you Draco?” she exclaimed.
“How did you get in here?” Draco demanded again.
“You had already revealed your dormitory me and let me in here, I had no problems getting in. We can discuss the intricacies of the Room of Requirement another time. Now what happened to you?”
“Nothing. I can sort this out myself. Just leave me alone.”
“Don’t be stupid. You are covered in burns! I need to get you to the Hospital Wing!”
“No!” shouted Draco. “That will only make matters worse. I can take care of myself.”
“What do you mean that it will make matters worse?” asked Hermione, furrowing her brow.
“With the Slytherins! I didn’t exactly do this to myself! If I go to the Hospital Wing, the retaliation will be even worse than this.”
Hermione swung her bag from her shoulder and began rummaging through its contents. “Why would the Slytherins do this to you?” she asked, pulling a bottle from her bag.
“We aren’t exactly on friendly terms,” Draco stated dully. “What is that?” He gestured to the bottle in her hand.
“Essence of Dittany. It should heal your burns, I just hope it is enough. Here, turn around,” she instructed, pulling the stopper from the bottle.
Draco hesitated for a moment, but knew it would be stupid to refuse help. He had been trying for hours to rid himself of the burns with no success and the pain was beginning to become unbearable. He shifted himself slightly, giving Hermione better access to his back. “You keep Essence of Dittany in your school bag?”
“It came in useful many times last year and now I always carry some with me, luckily for you.” Hermione delicately tipped the bottle, allowing a single drop to splash down on Draco’s back. His skin reacted immediately, healing itself as it soaked up the potion. “This may take a while. I don’t know if I have enough, so I’ll have to be careful to apply it evenly and sparingly.”
“Alright, take your time. I will try not to move,” said Draco, turning his head to look back at Hermione. “Thank you, Hermione.”
“You can thank me once I’ve finished,” said Hermione. “I just hope I’ve got enough.” She began to carefully drip the potion over the expanse of his back, leaving a trail of pale skin amongst the burned flesh.
Hermione was silent as she concentrated on healing Draco. She could only see the top half of his body and was worried the burns didn’t stop there; she knew she wouldn’t have enough to heal his entire body.
She was about half way done healing his back when she noticed the scars that crisscrossed over the now-healed flesh. She reached out her hand and delicately traced her finger along the length of a particularly large scar. Draco shivered at the contact and turned to look at Hermione, who peeked shyly through her long lashes. “Essence of Dittany doesn’t heal old wounds. Where did you get these scars, Draco?”
“My father,” Draco said plainly.
Rage surged through Hermione. How could anyone do this to their child? What else had he suffered from at the hands of his father? Suddenly Hermione was filled with guilt. All these years she despised Draco and saw him as nothing more than a spoiled daddy’s boy. Now however, she knew the truth; he tried so desperately to please his father, to avoid punishment.
“Oh, Draco!” she gasped as a single tear trickled down her cheek. “I never knew-”
Draco studied Hermione, astonished that she had just shed a tear over his wounds. Did this mean that she actually cared for him to some degree? The pain in her eyes made his heart lurch. He knew in that moment that he could no longer deny his growing feelings for her.
“It’s okay Hermione, I’m free from him now. He will never hurt me again. Don’t cry.” He reached out his still-burned hand and brushed away the tear from her check with his thumb, gently cupping her cheek in the process. His heart was pounding in his chest, their gazes locked on each other, each overflowing with emotions. In that moment, Draco had the overwhelming desire to kiss Hermione.
Hermione sniffled and slowly pulled away from Draco’s touch. “I’m far from finished, this is going to take longer than I expected. If we ever plan on leaving this room, I need to get back to work. Here, turn around,” she said placing her hands on his shoulders, turning his torso back around.
Before long, she had finished with Draco’s back and decided to move on to his front. “I think it would be easiest if you just lay down,” she instructed him.
Draco slid forward on the couch and laid down flat, deliberately avoiding her gaze. He was afraid she would see the lingering glimmer of desire in his eyes and be scared off. He was less concerned with losing the potion, than with losing her company.
As flawless ivory flesh replaced the burns that covered his chest, Hermione noticed for the first time the curves of Draco’s chiseled torso. A blush creeped over her cheeks and she did her best to hide behind her hair. She always saw Draco as a lanky boy, but the man in front of her now was no longer a boy and definitely not lanky. He was sexy. She, Hermione Granger, thought Draco Malfoy, arch nemesis of her best friend, was sexy. She expected to feel guilty, however was surprised to realize she wasn’t the slightest bit guilty. In fact, she felt rather smug. Her friends hadn’t been acting like very good friends lately and it was no business of theirs who she was attracted to!
Despite her pleasure in feeling like she was getting back at Ron in a sense for the way he had treated her, Hermione still felt embarrassed being this close to Draco’s half naked body, so she worked as quickly as possible to finish healing him.
Nearly an hour had passed before Hermione had finished healing every centimeter of Draco’s exposed skin. She held the bottle up to the light and swirled its contents; only a few drops remained. “I’m afraid that’s all there is. How bad is the rest of your body?” she inquired.
“Not nearly as bad. If you don’t mind, I’ll use what’s left on the worst of it,” Draco responded.
“Alight then,” she said stoppering the bottle and handing it to him. “I will need to brew some more to replenish my stock. I can give you some more after it’s done but it will take a few days to brew and I’ve got to find a private place to make it.”
“You can brew it here if you’d like. I can even help you with it,” suggested Draco.
“I suppose. I really don’t have the time to search for another place.”
“Right then. Erm, you’re welcome to rest here until Arithmancy, I’m going to go to the bathroom and apply the rest of this potion,” said Draco, awkwardly.
“Thank you, but I’m going to run to the Great Hall and get some food. I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since dinner the night before last!”
“Of course. Why didn’t you go directly to lunch after potions?”
“I was so angry with you,” Hermione confessed. “You didn’t wake me up this morning, you were gone when I woke up, and then you didn’t show up to potions and I flunked the assignment. Food was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to hex you into next week!”
“I’m terribly sorry Hermione. I went down to the Great Hall to bring you something for breakfast, so you could sneak back into Gryffindor Tower while everyone was at breakfast. But that is when I was ambushed by Harper-” Draco trailed off.
“You were bringing me breakfast?” asked Hermione, mouth agape.
“Well, erm, yeah. We didn’t eat dinner last night and I figured you would be hungry. It’s no big deal. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you; sorry I let you down.”
“It’s not your fault. I know that now.” Hermione blushed, “I’m sorry for thinking the worst. I truly appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”
“No, thank you,” said Draco, staring directly into Hermione’s milk chocolate eyes. “Now go, before you miss another meal. I will see you in Arithmancy.”
Hermione was mesmerized by the kindness and sincerity he regarded her with. She hesitated for just a moment, staring back into Draco’s grey eyes, then quickly picked up her bag and dashed out the door.
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It took Draco quarter of an hour and some considerable contorting to heal the worst of the burns that covered his buttocks. If he hadn’t been so preoccupied with Hermione being so close to him, he would have thought to ask her to save more potion to heal his entire backside. Being able to sit would have been more important than having a fully healed chest; he didn’t have to sit on his chest. It was going to be rough week until Hermione finished brewing more, however, he was grateful to have the relief that he did. He didn’t know how much longer he would have been able to suffer without her help.
Draco now had a quarter of an hour to get to Arithmancy, so he quickly changed his robes., grabbed his bag and left his dormitory. He didn’t have far to walk, but was eager to get to class early so he could delicately settle himself into his seat without anyone noticing his discomfort.
Draco rounded the corner and entered the classroom and was surprised to find that Hermione was already there, sitting at her desk, nose buried deep in a book. He smiled to himself and crossed the room to his desk, which was behind Hermione. Sitting on the corner of his desk was a bright green apple and a sandwich.
Draco slid into his desk quietly and leaned forward to whisper into Hermione’s ear, “Thank you for bringing me lunch. Green apples are my favorite.”
Hermione swiveled her head, gave Draco a smile, then turned back to the book she was reading. Draco wasted no time biting into the apple, determined to inhale his lunch before class began in three minutes.
Draco stuffed the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth when Professor Vector approached the front of the class.
“Please get out your books and turn to Chapter 3. We will begin today’s lesson by reviewing what you should have read for homework. Some of you did quite well with last lesson’s review. Others of you, however, seem to have had your minds elsewhere,” Professor Vector stated pointedly, while looking around the class, making Hermione squirm guiltily in her seat as scrolls of parchment floated around the room, seeking their owners.
Draco’s heart began to race as he anxiously awaited his scroll of parchment. In front of him, Hermione let out an audible groan as her scroll touched down on the desk before her. Draco’s own scroll arrived only seconds after Hermione’s, leaving him no time to ponder her uncharacteristic dislike of receiving marks. He unfurled the piece of parchment and quickly scanned it, searching for the failing mark he was certain he received. However, Draco’s mouth dropped open when he saw the bright red “O” scrawled at the bottom. This has got to be some sort of mistake. He let the parchment fall onto the desk in front of him, and was surprised to see his own expression reflected at him, on Hermione’s face. She was staring at him, awestruck.
“Miss Granger, please turn around and give the class an overview of the four theories discussed in Chapter 3,” demanded Professor Vector, with an unusual smile on her face.
What in the name of Salazar Slytherin was going on? Was his future with Hermione really filled with love and desire? Surely Professor Vector overlooked a mistake somewhere. And why was Hermione staring at him like she knew what his parchment said? And what was with the smirk on Vector’s face?
Draco’s thoughts were racing and he hadn’t heard a word Hermione said. He wasn’t the type of person to question a perfect mark, but surely, he had made a mistake so he decided to quell his racing thoughts by having a word with Professor Vector at the end of class.
Two torturously long hours later, Professor Vector dismissed the class. As most of the class headed for the door, Draco tentatively approached Professor Vector’s desk at the front of the room, little did he know, Hermione was right behind him.
“May I help you two?”
Draco swiveled his head around to see who else she was referring to and his heart began to race when he saw Hermione standing behind him. “I wanted to speak to you about last week’s assignment,” Draco stated vaguely.
“So did I, but I would like to speak with you in private,” Hermione added.
“Both of you received outstanding marks. What questions could you possibly have?” asked Professor Vector, the smirk returning to her face.
“I-I-I think I made an error and you may have overlooked it,” squeaked Hermione.
“How noble. However, I double checked both yours and Mr. Malfoy’s paper, as you both had the same results, and there were no errors.”
Draco whipped his head back around to look at Hermione. Her cheeks were flushed and she refused to look at him.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to attend to,” Professor Vector said with finality as she stood to leave.
Draco returned to his desk to collect his bag as Hermione ran from the room, without giving him another glance.

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Sorry it took me so long to finish this darn chapter. I got stuck with the Arithmancy scene and couldnt push past it for the longest time. Sorry if it is awkward. Let me know. I can edit later.. I just wanted to get it over with so I can move on with the story. ALSO i love the feeback.. everyone is so kind! please feel free to be critical.
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