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Some Blond Fool	By : AndreaLorraine Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 46886 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author�s Note: Ok,
I survived the first wave of tests and papers that the semester has thrown at
me.� This short chapter may be the last
update for a week or so � 2 papers and a test loom in my future.� This is intended as an interlude, to
transition the story from part 1 to part 2.�
Don�t assume anything. ;)� Thanks
for the reviews, as always!

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�� The healers said that Draco was
lucky.� They had finally gotten the
results of the poison analysis.� It was a
very intentional combination of arsenic and woodruff diluted in snake
venom.� Whoever had administered it
really wanted him dead.� Any of the three
ingredients could have been enough to kill him; the arsenic would cause organ
failure, the woodruff, which muggles knew as coumarin, would make him bleed to
death, and the snake venom would shut down his nervous system.� It was amazing that he�d been able to stand,
much less apparate.� The healers weren�t
kidding when they said a few more minutes would have been the end of Draco
Malfoy.

�� That was why Lucius was improving
more quickly; most of the damage had been to his outside.� There were exceptions, of course, the
lacerated liver chief among them.� He had
taken a hell of a beating, the extent of which only he knew, and a near-fatal
bout of Cruciatus.� However, Draco�s very
insides had been close to liquefaction.�
Understandably his system was still in shock and it would be some time
before he was himself again.

�� Lucius had been incensed to discover
that his son was in the hospital, too, and even more infuriated when he
realized they had kept it from him.� Two
days after waking, he had stormed down to Draco�s room in spite of all their
entreaties not to.� And he was there
still; he had half-persuaded, half-bullied the staff into changing his
room.� He had not spoken to any of them
for a day and a half afterwards.�

�� Curiously, this belligerence put a
smile on Narcissa�s face that wouldn�t fade.�
Hermione couldn�t claim to understand it.� She also pretended not to notice when
Narcissa�s monster ring was suddenly absent.�
If the woman thought Lucius didn�t know, she was a fool � but Hermione
was still far from an expert in the relations of Slytherins.

�� So, as August began she found
herself spending her days at St. Mungo�s.�
God help her, she was really beginning to become attached to the
Malfoys.� They caused a scandal almost
daily; today�s was aided by Ginny.� She
snuck Oberon and Titania in and the healers took serious objection to them at
first, but when they saw the dogs jump up on Lucius and lick him like it was
going out of style, they relaxed.� Lucius
was currently asleep, snoring quietly with a proud grey dog on either side of
him.� Ginny and Narcissa were in the
cafeteria eating lunch.

�� You�re going to make me eat that,
aren�t you,� Draco sighed, eyeing the yogurt in her hand.

�� Yes.� You have to eat or you�ll never get your
strength back.�

�� Draco sighed.� Food was currently his enemy.� He had articulated two days ago that eating
solid food felt like trying to digest glass.�
The healers weren�t quite sure what to do about it, but it was clear that
nutritional potions weren�t cutting it.�
He�d already lost nine pounds and he couldn�t lose anymore; he had been
skinny to begin with.

�� Hermione opened the yogurt and set
it in front of him.� Reluctantly, he took
the spoon.

�� I am so tired of this hospital,� he
muttered.

�� We all are, I think,� she
nodded.� Her glance traveled to
Lucius.� He was almost entirely
healed.� They were only keeping him to
make sure his liver function was consistent and because excessive exposure to
Cruciatus could sometimes cause seizures.�
It was day 13, though, and he was seizure-free.� If he made it through tomorrow with no ill
effects, he would probably be discharged.

�� Draco frowned, but valiantly began
to eat the yogurt.� She reflected that
through all of this, they hadn�t had much time to talk.� With Lucius or Narcissa constantly in the
room there was no privacy and Draco�s energy was so low that he spent half his
time asleep.� He was awake now, though,
and for once the room was silent.�
Hermione tilted her head to the side and contemplated him.

�� You�re much quieter than you used
to be.�

�� He glanced up and shrugged.� �I did an awful lot of talking back in
school�without really saying much.�� That
was certainly true; her expression told him how true.� He toyed with the yogurt, scooping a blob of
it onto the spoon and then letting it drip back into the container.� �Since the war I�ve spent a lot of time
thinking about what is worth saying.�

�� Silence lingered between them and he
returned to the yogurt.� He was eating
determinedly, but she could tell that it was already bothering his
stomach.� Perhaps talking would take his
mind off the pain.� However, just as she
was about to open her mouth, he placed the spoon inside the yogurt container
and pushed it away.�

�� No more or you�ll get to watch it
come back up.�

�� No thanks,� she said, smiling at
his attempt to lighten the mood.

�� They have to find a way to fix
this,� he sighed, swallowing and rubbing his stomach.� �I�ll lose my mind if I feel this way all the
time.�

�� Is it really that bad?�

�� He looked away. �He, like Lucius, would not want to admit to
weakness.� Lucius was doing a good job of
pretending that he did not hurt but they all knew better.� He was sleeping sixteen hours a day; the
effort of the charade was so great that it pummeled him into sudden narcolepsy
every few hours.

�� It�s bad,� was all Draco said a
minute later.� He turned onto his side,
unconsciously curling up.� �Maybe I can
sleep it off��

�� She touched his arm and it was
tense.� He was breathing through his mouth
a little too quickly.� His skin was warm,
his heart racing, and a crease appeared between his eyebrows.� She recognized the signs of miserable nausea;
she�d had enough bouts of stomach flu to know what he was feeling.� It never became less awful.�

�� She climbed into the bed next to
him, seeking to give him the same unthinking comfort he had offered a week
before when his arm snuck around her waist.�
She placed the hospital�s plastic container next to him before snuggling
up to his back.� It occurred to her that
she had done this for Lucius not so long ago.�
How strange it was to offer comfort to them, two men who never wanted or
needed anyone�s bloody comfort, and have it accepted.� Wordlessly, thanklessly, but acceptance was
as good as thanks.

�� She watched his hand as it worried
the blanket, clenching, relaxing, working rhythmically
to dispel what he was feeling.� That was
how he rode it out, willing the nausea away, and thirty minutes later that was
how he fell asleep, his lanky body at last relaxed against her.

�� Hermione was half asleep, pressed
against Draco in the hospital bed, when Ginny and Narcissa entered.

�� Shh,� she heard Narcissa murmur,
�they�re sleeping.�

�� How cute!�
Ginny exclaimed.� �They�d be so annoyed
if we took a picture.�

�� A picture is not a wise idea.� Lucius might strike you dead.� He�s not too enamored of photographers right
now.�

�� Ginny laughed.� �It�s not a picture of him.�

�� All the same,� Narcissa
shrugged.�

�� It was a mark of how things had
changed, Hermione thought, that Ginny could laugh at a comment that included
mention of Lucius killing her, joking or otherwise.� It was also a great portent that Narcissa
didn�t care that a muggleborn was in bed with her son.� Perhaps the greatest indicator of all was
that Lucius didn�t care, either.

�� The two of them moved around the
room quietly.� Narcissa woke Lucius and
Hermione�s ears registered the sound of him stretching.

�� I ought to take the dogs,� Ginny
whispered.� �The healers were giving me
dirty looks.�

�� Bugger them,� Lucius yawned.

�� They�re probably hungry, though.�

�� She heard the click of nails as the
dogs climbed down from his bed.� They
shook themselves, ears flopping.�

�� Don�t feed Titania so much,� Lucius
said.� �She�s gaining weight.�

�� Don�t you listen to him, Titania,�
Ginny addressed the dog.� �You�re
beautiful just the way you are.�

�� Oh, for Merlin�s
sake.�� She could practically hear
Lucius rolling his eyes.

�� Narcissa laughed softly at
them.� A moment later Ginny exited, the
dogs in tow.� Several minutes passed and
Hermione was beginning to drift toward sleep when Narcissa spoke again.

�� They�re asleep.�

�� Mm hmm.�

�� Hermione chewed her lip.� That was a perfectly normal exchange, she shouldn�t read into it�

�� But a few moments later there were
some unidentified shuffling noises and a slight creak.� And then � oh yes, that was the sound of two
people kissing.� Lucius
Malfoy and his ex-wife, to be exact.�
Two scandals in one day; they were outdoing themselves.

�� Hermione cracked an eye open.� Sure enough, Narcissa was on top of him,
straddling his lap, and they were joined at the lips.� Oh my, now that was a kiss.� A kiss of two people who had not been
together in far too long, striving to taste one another and relearn what they
had missed.

�� If she moved now, they would realize
she was not asleep and stop.� She could
pretend she hadn�t heard or seen them, they would be quick enough to separate,
and the entire situation would be diffused.�
She wouldn�t have to sit here and listen to them snog.� But in spite of how she felt about adultery,
which was less than positive, this seemed different.� It seemed like�peacemaking.�

�� And it was going to be more than
snogging.� Lucius was already peeling her
blouse off.� �The curtain, Cissa,� he
murmured huskily.� The slim blonde witch
flicked her wand and the curtain that separated his side of the room from
Draco�s unfurled.

�� Hermione shifted, finding a more
comfortable spot next to Draco, who was mercifully and utterly
unconscious.� Doubtless he would rather
gouge his own eyes out than witness his parents� intimacy.� She pushed a strand of pale hair aside and
kissed his temple.� As she did, a soft,
feminine sigh drifted through the air.�
Weren�t they going to cast a silencing charm?� A throaty growl from Lucius answered.� Apparently not.�

�� This changed things.� Listening to them would be plain
voyeuristic.� She could leave.� If she was stealthy, they would be too
distracted to notice.� But what if
someone came in?� Oh, she was a
saint.� She deserved a medal.� Or maybe she was just a bit kinkier than
anyone, including herself, knew.

�� They were trying to be quiet, she
could tell, but the sounds of mouths and lungs and pleasure were impossible to
cover.� She closed her eyes, knowing
exactly what Narcissa was doing to him.� Lucky her.� This
should not be arousing her.� Really, it
shouldn�t.� But her fantasy images, so
torturous, could not be quelled once they had been generated.� There were too many pheromones in the
air.� If Draco was not
so weak�

�� A vision of him beneath her flashed
behind her eyes.� Damn it all, she could
almost feel his hands on her hips,
pressing her down upon the evidence of his need�

�� The sounds beyond the curtain were
not doing anything to cool her down.�
They were full-on shagging now.�
Their breath mingled together, quick and paced, and the bed protested
with a slight squeak.� All was well for a
few minutes, and then Lucius�s voice rang out, loud and pained.

�� Ouch!� Ow � Narcissa!�

�� Draco stirred beside her, but didn�t
wake.� Hermione felt mildly alarmed and
hoped Lucius wasn�t hurt.� People did
sometimes manage to injure themselves terrifically during sex.

�� What?� What did I do?� his ex-wife sounded panicked.

�� There was a silence.� Then he spoke, his voice a little rough,
�Nothing.� I�m fine.� Just�in the future, try not to elbow me in
the liver.�

�� Hermione had to bite her lips to
contain a giggle.

�� I�ll have to make it up to you,�
Narcissa whispered.

�� Mmm,� he purred.� �Please do.�

�� There was no more speech after
that.� It was indecent how horny this was
making her, but she refused to feel shame for it.� It wasn�t her fault they were behaving like
teenagers.� Their pace became more
frenzied and they knocked something over; it clattered to the floor, but it
didn�t seem loud in comparison to the overlapping lust-filled moans that
sounded a few minutes later.� Listening
to them finish, gasping and sighing, Hermione finally understood.� She understood why Narcissa had been smiling
so much, why she had spontaneously slept with Draco three Sundays ago, and,
paradoxically, why she and Lucius had backed away from their mutual desire.

�� Sometimes peacemaking and lovemaking
were the same thing � and sometimes they were
not.��
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