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Nightmares	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dreaming Game

-Hermione woke, and looked around, confused for a second, before she remembered she was in Malfoy’s room, and why. Her hand fell to her stomach, and she slipped from the bed quietly, eyeing the slumped blond at the desk whose deep even breathing reported sleep.
She walked across the thick, soft carpet to a long mirror in one corner of the room, and stood in front of it, examining herself. Her eyes looked tired, and her hair was an oily mess, but her nightgown was fresh, clean silk, and she’d never seen it before. She pulled it up at the hem, and exposed her stomach, turning slightly to the side, to see if she could tell at all what was underneath. She looked just the same and smirked self-indulgently, knowing that she wouldn’t start to show for at least a few more months.
“It’s too soon.” The soft voice floated to her, making her jump, and drop her nightgown back over her legs. She looked over to see Malfoy awake, eyeballing her with a sleepy expression. There was a red mark on his cheek where it’d pressed into the desk, and Hermione fought back a laugh at how very ridiculous he looked, hunched over, exhausted and barely awake. She wouldn’t be surprised to find a puddle of drool on the desk, either.
“You can sleep in the bed, I think I’ll be up for awhile.” She said, gesturing to the large mass of pillows, and walked to a plush chair opposite the mirror. She sat down, and tucked her legs underneath herself, already feeling the boredom setting in.
“Dippy.” The word confused her for a moment before a house-elf popped into existence, and bowed low in front of Malfoy.
“Yes, Master, what can I do’s for you?” The elf asked, her voice wavering.
“Bring Miss Granger and myself breakfast. I’ll need coffee, too.” He paused for a moment, “You are to tell no one of Miss Granger’s activities within this room, if anyone asks, she is asleep whenever you’re present.”
“Yes, Master.” Dippy bowed even lower and disappeared with a crack.
“You should be nicer to her.” Hermione scowled, disapproving of how he’d said neither ‘please’, nor ‘thank you’.
“I’ll be nicer when your life doesn’t depend on her silence.” He snapped, irritated. Hermione gave him a withering look, and turned away.
“Fine, I’ll be nicer. Anything else I can do for you?” He still sounded irritated, but Hermione peeked at him, taking in his defeated expression, thinking of what she’d like to alleviate the boredom.
“Yes, actually. You can bring me books on pregnancy. I’d like to know what to expect.” She reasoned, plucking at the hem of her shift.
“Alright. I’ll get those later. I need coffee before anything else.” He asserted, rubbing the fingers of one hand into both eyes, and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You need to sleep.” She argued, eyeing the dark circles his fingers scrubbed over, the drawn look to his face.
“I can’t sleep.” He retorted, and stood, disappearing into the lavatory before she could say anything else to him.
Hermione huffed to herself, and crossed her arms, determined that she’d see him get actual rest before the day was out. Her and her child’s life were in his hands, and she couldn’t afford to have him so drained.-
- “Why are you so persistent? Just sleep in your own bed, already.” Hermione urged slapping her hand on the exposed sheet.
“It’s your bed for as long as you’re here. I’m not going to push a pregnant woman to the floor.” He quarreled, bringing a sigh from Hermione.
“I’ll sleep in the bed too, but you need to get a good night’s sleep. You’re no good to anyone dead.” She’d been having this same argument with him for a week, and it was the first time she’d offered to share anything but the child with him. He eyed her uncomfortably, and gave a curt nod, moving behind a screen he’d erected prior that week, to change for bed. Hermione slid under the comfortable blankets, and curled to her side, trying not to listen as he shuffled back to the bed, and pulled the covers back. The mattress dipped with his weight, and she felt the bouncing motion of him trying to get comfortable.
“I’ve never slept on the side of my bed before.” He grumbled, barely audible, pulling the sheets up.
“Get used to it.” Hermione advised snarkily, closing her eyes, and sinking into sleep.-
-She was in his office, sitting before his desk, and he towered over her, his bum planted on the mahogany surface behind him, his eyes boring into hers.
“Go on, have a taste.” He was holding the glass of alcohol, and Hermione felt her previous apprehension. She knew what would happen when she got drunk with him. Knew what he’d say. Should she choose differently and avoid the uncomfortable admission that was in store?
“Okay.” She agreed, nodding her head. Malfoy smirked, taking another drink of the amber booze, and set the glass down, confusing her. Hermione looked at the glass, not sure if she should reach for it, and nearly missed Malfoy leaning closer, his hands gripping the arms of her chair, trapping her in place.
“Malfoy, what’re you doing?” She asked, as his face loomed closer, his eyes dark and heated. He looked like he was about to kiss her. His face stopped inches from hers, her head pressed back into the chair, as far as she could get from him. His lips lifted in a small smile, and he raised a hand, making her flinch as he brought it to her head. His fingers slid into her hair, his palm cupping the side of her neck as he scratched gently at her roots.
A soft moan escaped her lips at the pleasant feeling, and she tilted her head into the touch, enjoying the caress that made her eyes flutter closed. He’d been right earlier, she really did enjoy him playing with her hair. His fingers exerted the tiniest amount of pressure, encouraging her to lean forward, and she followed the silent instruction, feeling damned as soft lips met hers, and his hand slid deeper into her hair, holding her to him as his lips parted hers.
Warm liquid fell against her mouth, and her eyes jerked open in surprise. He still had the Firewhiskey in his mouth, and was letting it trickle past her lips. A small rivulet escaped and slithered down her cheek, encouraging her to open her mouth slightly wider, or risk getting drenched. He had her head tilted back, and as she parted her lips, he let the small mouthful of liquor cascade against her waiting tongue. Hermione swallowed, her briefly closed lips forcing another stray bead to follow the first down her face. Malfoy’s tongue darted out, licking the crevasse of her mouth quickly before he pulled away, his hand leaving her hair, his eyes opening to stare down at her with a look of satisfaction.
“Care for another?” He enticed, lifting the glass to his lips again, and swallowing his own portion.
“I- I shouldn’t.” Hermione declined, the warmth traveling down her throat matching the lingering warmth on her lips. She wanted another. Far too much, she wanted him to repeat the action. But she had to be responsible. She couldn’t give in to the temptation to let him shame her, and make her feel unfaithful.
“Shouldn’t?” His face was knowing, and he leaned forward slightly. “Says who?”
“I say so.” Hermione insisted, pushing herself to her feet before he could trap her again. “I’m seeing Ron, and I refuse to be a… I refuse to be disloyal.”
“Ah. Admirable of you. But isn’t it okay, if it’s someone that loves you?” He stepped into her personal space, and his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. His face was right above hers, and she swallowed with anticipation, and guilt.-
“Hermione, it’s past noon. If you want lunch, you should get up.” Ron’s voice intruded on her condemnable dream, and she shot up, looking to the door, and trying not to seem too guilty.
“I’ll be right down.” She acknowledged, rubbing at her eyes to hide her heated cheeks. Ron left without another word, and she sighed, getting up, and wondering if he’d ever be done pouting. She changed and darted down the stairs, ready to pretend as though everything were better, and she didn’t feel as though her entire life was unravelling.
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