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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42452 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
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Draco watched as Granger fell asleep. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but she had been so cold and miserable and he wanted to. It felt so good to have her in his arms like this, especially after seeing that man attack her... His heart clenched with the image of her being dragged away from him, terrified that he wouldn't get to her in time. When she'd cried out for him he'd been like a madman, slashing down his opponents, killing the man who held her after realizing the bastard was about to Apparate.
Draco wondered what Granger would say if she knew he'd murdered for her, that he would do it again if he had to. He knew she'd simply Stunned her attackers back in the meadow, but rage had filled him at the thought of losing her after everything…
And when they were finally safe he couldn't help but claiming her, allowing her to soothe his rampaging heart. She responded to him as if she was meant for him, as if she, too, felt that spark that was hidden beneath their carefully constructed shields.
He was highly uncomfortable after twenty minutes in this position, the bark of the tree digging into his back and his shoulder aching so bad he wanted to rip it out, but he stayed where he was, his eyes fixed on her angelic face, his ears listening to the sounds of the forests. Crickets sang, owls hooted, bullfrogs croaked. He listened to the wind whistling between the trees, the leaves rustling and Hermione's soft, even breaths. And he was content.
Dear Merlin, he'd turned into a sap.
The minutes turned to hours and Draco was having trouble keeping his eyes open. Eventually, Granger shifted and she looked up at him. He couldn't see her features very well but he didn't need to. He knew the look she would be giving him, the "what the hell do we think we're doing?" look. Well, actually she was such a goody-goody she probably didn't even say hell in her mind. What was that other word? Heck. That was it. She probably said heck.
He was cuddling with a girl that said heck. His father would tear himself a new one laughing if he knew…
Shit, mother fucking hell! His father! What was he doing? His father was a Death Eater! He would kill the both of them if he knew!
This is too dangerous, for both of you. You have to snap out of it, Malfoy. You're a Death Eater, she's part of the Order, it's the way it has to be.
Suddenly, Milo's words sprang to mind:
"You two were brought here for a reason. It was no accident that you happened here together. Everything you two have been through has brought you to this place. You owe your former life nothing, your future is everything. Set your sights forward, not behind."
Was he right? Was this it, the thing he'd always wished for to drag him out of the depravity of his life? Could he and Granger be a part of something bigger than he even realized?
The woman currently occupying his thoughts shifted and Draco eased his arms from the tight hold around her thinking she meant to rise, but instead she turned in his arms. Wait, what the hell was she doing? She was rubbing her tits on him, she was sliding up his body and, oh Merlin, she was kissing his neck...his jaw...don't kiss her back, don't do it-
Then her lips were pressing against his, sliding, sucking softly on his bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth and making him groan. How the fuck was she so good at this? Little miss bookworm should not be able to do things like this! Gods, her innocent little body, so warm, and her lips...
He broke. He couldn't help it. What man refuses a goblet of water when he is dying of thirst? He cradled her face between his hands to hold it steady as he worked diligently on her mouth. She tasted so sweet and she reacted so perfectly, whimpering softly and rising to him. He knew he was the first one to taste her this way; she had been so hesitant at first. Now, however, it seemed he had unleashed a beast, albeit a beautiful one with luscious kisses.
Grabbing her tiny waist, he pulled her up to straddle him. Her skirts caused a momentary problem but he grabbed them with a fist and held them until she had settled herself on his lap. It was then, as she pressed against his already raging erection, that he remembered she wasn't wearing any knickers.
She was killing him.
He was so hard by that realization he worried he might pop a vein in his dick. She was looking up at him shyly and he knew with all certainty, he was definitely the first to do this to her. He'd had several virgins, broken them like china dolls on the hardwood. But he didn't want to break her. She was different, not like those other bitches that had used him as much as he had used them. They knew the rules as well as he; get in, get off, get out. But Hermione was so sweetly innocent he knew she would never just give in to anyone.
Reason number two why he shouldn't be doing this.
Fuck, who cares? There was no one here to see, no one to judge. It felt good, it felt right. She wanted him, he wanted her, so why the fuck not?
He dove in, capturing her lips and taking what she offered. She moaned quietly and he smiled. They continued kissing and enjoying each other until Hermione started moving. She rubbed herself against him and he could feel her wetness through his thin hose and he groaned at the thought of how close he was to just slipping inside that wet heat... She was breathing heavily and he so wanted to give her what she needed, but he had to know…
"Draco, please..." she moaned. "I want..."
"What do you want?" he murmured into her ear before biting her lobe gently. She moaned again and ground against him. He pressed his hips to her and she gasped as her head fell back.
"I don't know, I can't think straight," she murmured. Her hands clenched his shoulders, absolutely killing his left one, but he refused to let her know for she might stop if she thought she was hurting him. And he really, really did not want to stop.
"I think I know what you want," he drawled, dragging her lips back to his. Taking a chance, his right hand trailed up her smooth, toned leg, reaching higher and higher while he continued to work her mouth. She stilled when his fingers began to play lazily with the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her breathing turned shallow while he slowly took his hand to her crevice. She gasped into his mouth as he slid one finger languidly between her wet, warm lips. He groaned like a dying man. She was so soft and so wet. For him.
Hermione stopped moving at all while he continued to explore her nether regions, pulling her tight against him. She rested her head against his neck and gasped again when he stroked her clit. His cock twitched hearing her reaction. She moaned and moved against his hand while he rubbed and stroked her aching nub. Her fingernails dug into him and her quickened breaths blew against his skin. He was so turned on by her reactions he had to fight to keep himself from fucking her right there, reminding himself how innocent she was.
When he moved his fingers down towards her virgin entrance, Hermione shuddered and Draco struggled for control. He slowly swirled his finger just outside, teasing her until she was panting, pressing towards his hand, begging him to satisfy that ache. Ever the gentleman, Draco slowly eased a single digit into her and she moaned. His cock stiffened even more, if it was possible. She was so unbelievably tight and hot and responsive to him.
He worked his finger slowly in and out of her while she strained against him. He gently added another, his other hand moving to massage her breast through her dress fabric and she gasped in pleasure. He moved the two fingers slowly against her, rubbing against that sweet spot that made her jerk in response and he grinned at the knowledge that he was able to make her do that.
She was so tight he was worried even this small act might hurt her. But she moaned even louder so he quickened his pace, working her until her head was falling back, exposing that beautiful neck which he latched onto, feasting on her flesh. She was whimpering and writhing against him and gods he wanted to enter her so bad! He continued to work her, her juices coating his fingers and Draco grew high on her reactions. They were perfect. She bucked against him and he worked his fingers harder into her. She moaned and grasped at him and he could tell she was close. He moved his thumb to her clit and she ground into him, panting.
"Draco...please..."
He wished he could see her face better as she rocked against him. Draco moved his free hand to her hip, holding her tight as he pounded into her, rubbing her g-spot furiously along with her clit.
She shuddered, so close to the edge but not allowing herself to go over. He pulled her flush against him, retaking her neck and biting down gently as she groaned.
"Come on, Granger. Come for me. Let it go," he muttered to her, working her furiously. Immediately she cried out and stiffened in his arms, her insides spasming around his digits. Draco growled while he worked her through her orgasm, elated by her bliss. Her hands clamped onto him with alarming strength while she silently screamed, her body jerking against him, her head falling to his shoulder as she rode the tide of pleasure.
When she collapsed he slowed his ministrations, easing her back down as her breathing slowed. Once she'd settled he gently pulled his fingers out.
She watched in amazement as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices off them, moaning in delight. She tasted so sweet he wanted to die. He looked down at her flushed face and brought her lips up to him, kissing her slowly, tenderly, before pushing her head to rest against his shoulder while they both got their breath back.
What have you done?
They were silent for a time, neither of them wanting to destroy the beauty of the moment. Eventually, Granger cleared her throat and looked up at him.
"What I was going to say before...this...happened, was that it's your turn to sleep," she said shyly. "You need your rest for tomorrow."
He nodded and helped her disentangle herself from his embrace. He stood and began to find a more private place before she called out.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm just going to...relieve myself." He needed to get away from her, and fast, before he did something they would both regret.
"Alright, but don't go far," she said concernedly.
"Yes, mother," he muttered before disappearing into the trees. He walked a little ways before whipping his member out and beating it like there was no tomorrow. He thought about Granger's tight little pussy milking him while her tits bobbed in his face, the memory of how she felt around his fingers fresh in his mind. His hand stroked his aching cock harder and faster while he thought of how she moved against him, the sounds she'd made, the feeling of her clenching around him, knowing it was him who'd made her do that...
He had to balance himself with one hand against a tree while his hips rocked against his hand. His erection strained against him as he imagined slipping into that wet heat, stretching her, hearing her cry out his name as he pounded into her sweet body. Draco jerked and muffled a groan as his orgasm ripped through his body, ropes of white landing onto the forest ground below.
He fell against the tree, shaky from his release. He had never come so hard from masturbating before in his life. And he hated himself for it, knowing that he had thought about Granger while doing it.
This whole damn thing was absurd. They had no business doing what they were doing. She was going to get attached, he knew it. The thought both excited and despaired him.
He felt dirty doing those things to her. He felt like he was using her because he knew when they got back home this little fairy tale relationship would never progress. The only time they had was now, in the bloody thirteenth century because back in their time, it could never be. They would go their own ways and have to act like it had never happened. He had to stop now, before he took something from her that he had no right taking. Her virginity belonged to the man she was going to marry because that was the kind of girl she was. She deserved it.
He pissed quickly, wiped himself off, and headed back towards Hermione before she started looking for him.
She was sitting up waiting for him, worry etched in her face. "What took you so long?" she asked.
"Got lost," he mumbled. As his body cooled he felt the cold breeze rack through him. He sat on the freezing ground and looked at Hermione. She probably expected him to say something but he didn't know what to say. Figuring it was better to just leave it alone instead of saying something stupid, he lay down on the ground and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, exhaustion took over and he fell asleep.
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Hermione hugged herself, shivering. The night was so cold and dark and she felt empty having him so far away after everything that had happened. It had been amazing. She had never felt so many things before in her life. But now she felt cold and desolate.
Malfoy had changed again. He'd seemed to be enjoying himself while they were doing, well, that, but now he was hard and distant. Had he changed his mind? Had she done something wrong? She was embarrassed by her reaction, writhing against him like that. Maybe she had turned him off by doing that.
Damn him! She was sick of the hot/cold, on/off thing! She just wished he'd pick one already so they could focus on it. If he wanted her, they could both enjoy each other while they had it, for she had no falsehoods about what the future would bring. She knew once they got back, if they got back that they would have to break it off. She knew that. So why couldn't they just enjoy what they shared until then?
She sighed. Relationships were so confusing. This was why she had stayed away from them until now.
And what about him taking the necklace and the map? Had he planned on leaving her again? But where would he go? Surely he wouldn't try Apparating after what had happened last time?
She was debating about how to ask him about it when she heard a rustle in the distance.
Her heart stilled and she sat up, looking all around. It was far too dark to see anything. Were the Trackers out there? Had they found them again? Hermione sidled silently to Draco's side, not waking him in case it wasn't anything, but she wanted to be close to protect him should something happen. More rustling. There was definitely something out there. She itched to light her wand but-
Her wand! It was in the pack! A part of her broke at the thought of losing it. It had been such an integral part of her life the last eight years…
She was snapped back to attention as the crunching of bramble came closer, heading their way. She stiffened, blocking Draco's body with her own. A dark shape came into view, but it certainly wasn't human for it walked on four legs. The closer it came, the surer she was of what it might be, a wolf!
The animal stopped not a foot from her and Hermione didn't even dare to breathe. She heard him sniffing and his nose bent to smell her leather clad foot, growling as he encountered her scent. Terrified, she fought not to pull the appendage back and alarm the beast, hoping it would just turn away if he sensed no danger.
And still, Draco slept on behind her, unaware that she was being accosted by a dangerous animal.
Don't use magic, don't use magic, she chanted to herself, but when the wolf threw his head back and began to howl she Silenced him quickly, not wanting him to alert others to their location. The beast turned to her, confused, its mouth curled in a snarl.
Suddenly, it leapt. Instinctively, she threw her arm out crying "Protego!" and the wolf hit an invisible barrier and fell back to the ground. He tried again and again and hit the barrier that she held up, her hand shaking like a leaf. Confused and frustrated, the animal eventually turned and ran off.
Hermione sighed and lowered her hand, her entire body shaking. She looked down at Draco and she couldn't believe it.
He was still asleep.
Knowing that she had done magic she was terrified the Trackers would find them. She debated about whether she should wake Malfoy or not and decided not to unless she found reason to worry. He needed his rest. So she wrapped her arms around her knees and watched the night vigilantly until morning.
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When Draco awoke the sun was rising. He rolled onto his back stretching and felt a body close to his. Turning his head he saw Granger sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs, dark purple circles underneath her eyes. She turned her head towards him.
"You're awake."
"Apparently."
She nodded and looked away. "We should get going then."
Draco stood and stretched some more. The sun had warmed the temperature considerably but he could still see his breath. Granger rose to her feet as well and straightened her dress.
"Why did you take the necklace out of the satchel? And the map?" she asked bluntly, not meeting his eye.
Draco looked at her. What should he tell her? That he didn't trust the precious items in a bag when their entire lives depended on them? It had turned out to be a good idea, hadn't it? Would she believe him?
"I thought that they'd be safer with me," he finally explained.
She nodded slowly, as if she didn't entirely believe him. "Were you going to take off with them while I was asleep?"
He started, taken aback. "What? No! Why the fuck would you think that?"
She shrugged, her head lowering. He was furious. Was that really all she thought of him? As some selfish bastard who would ditch her the moment he had the upper hand?
But what hurt him even more was that she had every reason to worry. Hadn't already he done that once before?
"Look, I'm not going to ditch you again," he said gently. She raised her head to look at him, her eyes hopeful. "I'm serious, Granger. After everything you've done for me…we're in this together now. I just thought they would be safer on me instead of in the bag. And didn't I turn out to be right?"
There was a pause before she spoke, one that said more than her word. "Yes."
She still didn't look like she believed him. It wasn't surprising; he wouldn't believe him either in her situation. He searched for a topic to distract her from her morbid thoughts.
"We should probably find something to eat before we take off. I'm so hungry I could eat a wolf."
She blanched.
"What?" he asked. What had he said?
"Just don't talk to me about wolves," she said. "And we are not going to eat one."
"Alright, alright, it was just a joke. They don't taste good anyhow." She shuddered and he chuckled at her response. He knew about her S.P.E.W campaign, but did she have an S.P.W.W one as well?
"Right then, no wolves," he said and her lips quirked. "We'll split up, but don't go too far, I want you within sight. Maybe we'll find something edible in this damnable forest."
He took off in search of more berries or really anything edible. He was so hungry he wouldn't be picky. He didn't have to go far before he was whooping for joy. Apples! There were apples here!
"Granger! Hey, Granger! Apples!"
He picked off the first one he could grab and bit into it, groaning in delight. It was delicious! He devoured it in seconds before grabbing another and tearing into that one too. He heard Granger running towards him and saw her bushy hair seconds before she barreled into him.
"You found food! You're amazing!" she cried.
He grinned, his arm going around her unconsciously. "Well, I am a Malfoy, am I not?" She laughed and looked up at him. She was so beautiful, all flushed, her eyes glittering. Gods, but he wanted to kiss her...
Instead he pulled himself out of her embrace.
"I'll grab you one," he said, both to give them distance and because he figured she couldn't reach that high anyway. He plucked one from the nearest branch and held it out to her, but she didn't take it.
"Why do you resist what's between us?" she asked and his heart clenched. What should he tell her? That being with her was mortally dangerous? That it was wrong, that they were enemies, and should hate each other? Or that he was already falling for her and was terrified that his cold, lonely heart couldn't stand anymore grief?
He sighed. "Because there shouldn't be anything between us, Granger. We can't go anywhere with this."
"Don't you think I know that? I don't expect promises or forevers. I know when we get back things will change, but why can't we just enjoy what we have for right now?" She sounded angry, and he didn't blame her. The connection that had bloomed between them in just a few short days was undeniable. It flared with an intensity that had every possibility of engulfing them at any moment.
Milo's words barreled into him yet again. They'd come together for a reason, fate had brought them here. It was insane, it didn't make any sense, but it was there, white hot and raging. It was true that in the world they'd left the two of them never had a chance. But here, in this one, maybe things could be different…
She was right, of course she was right. She was always right. Hadn't he even thought about it? They had right now. She even told him that she didn't expect anything, that she understood just as well as he that there could be nothing when they returned...
Draco, raked his hand through his hair, apprehensive. "You should expect promises, Granger. A girl like you needs them."
"Don't you think I know what I need better than you do?" she snapped, her eyes blazing. "I'm not some innocent, ignorant little girl who will break. I know perfectly well what I'm getting myself into. When we get home we'll part ways, go back to our lives and our roles. But right now, for whatever insane reason, I want you, I need you. Don't you feel it as well?"
Draco didn't know what to say to that. He needed her. Not just the sex, but everything. If only he was man enough to tell her that.
"Kiss me, Draco."
He shattered.
Throwing his apple to the ground he enveloped her in his embrace and kissed her, telling her everything he couldn't say with words. He did need her. He didn't know why or how this had happened, how he could go from loathing the sight of her to needing to have her in his arms so quickly. But he wouldn't deny it. Not while they could take what they needed for this short time without having to worry about the consequences. They both knew where they stood. Now, they could just enjoy.
He took what she offered with abandon, showing her how she affected him until she suddenly swayed in his arms. He steadied her and looked into her face. She was pale, her eyes glassy.
"What's the matter?" he asked, as she gripped him with one hand and grabbed her head with the other as her knees began to buckle.
"Just a little lightheaded," she mumbled and he cursed, tightening his grip.
"You need to eat," he said lowering her to the forest floor before he stood and grabbed her a new apple since the one he had dropped was now covered in hungry ants. He watched her take her first bite before grabbing another apple for himself and munching on it, watching her with concern. These last few days were taking their toll. She needed proper sustenance and hydration, real rest, not just nodding off for a couple hours here and there. Their journey had only just begun and already they lost their food and blankets and been accosted twice. How much more would they lose before all of this was over?
They ate until their stomachs no longer ached and tucked as many of the fruit as they could carry into the pockets of Hermione's dress. Her color had returned so he lifted her to her feet slowly, only letting go when she swore she was alright. Knowing they could delay no further, they set off into the woods.
The sun slowly disappeared behind angry grey clouds and soon after the rain ensued. It seemed that old time England was the same as modern day England. The rain came whenever it felt, not caring about those on the ground whom it was drenching. The teens lifted their faces to the sky, drinking in the water greedily and Draco nearly groaned in relief, his parched mouth salivating.
The covering of the trees did little to stem the flow of the flood and soon they were both soaking. Hermione had to lift her sodden dress to walk and he could only imagine how heavy it was. They trekked for hours, the downpour refusing to let up. He cursed it several times as he slipped and slid on the muddy ground. He begged Hermione to stop once but she refused, saying that they had to cover as much ground as possible.
Inclines were murder, going down even harder with the soggy ground. Draco fell on his arse as they slid down a particularly steep hill and Hermione chuckled gleefully while he scowled. It wasn't long before she shrieked and slipped herself, splashing into the mud. They both laughed and Draco helped her up as they chuckled at their mud-drenched appearances.
The mirth was short lived, however, as the two struggled through the sodden forest, exhausted and sore. His whole body was covered in bruises and he once again cursed everything in sight and even some things that weren't.
Night came sooner with the cloud cover but still Granger didn't stop, her fear of not reaching Alvida in time overriding their sorry state. Draco wished he had a watch so he knew what time it was and a compass to know where the hell they were headed. He had no clue which way they were going. It didn't really matter that the clouds were covering the stars because he'd never paid attention in Astronomy anyway. He'd always copied off of Pansy but it was obvious she had no idea what the class was about either because he'd always gotten low scores. Damn pug faced bitch.
Draco was miserable. It was cold, he was sore, he was hungry again and he had to piss. He finally got Granger to stop when he told her the last part. He knew she probably had to as well. So they went their separate ways and did their business. Miraculously, the rain stopped while he was walking back.
"Can we stop now? I'm exhausted and I know you are as well. We won't get much farther anyway. It's too dark to see."
"You're right. Do you think it's safe to use magic?"
"Why? What did you have in mind?"
"The wood is too damp to light a fire. We need to dry it. We have to have a fire tonight or we'll freeze to death in these wet clothes."
He agreed with her and decided it was worth the risk. She Summoned a horde of wood into a pile beside them and they both set to work drying the sticks as best they could. Granger then lit the fire and they sat near it warming their hands against the heat.
"This feels amazing," Granger exclaimed. "We need to dry our clothes or we'll both get hypothermia."
Draco lifted an eyebrow. "Does this mean you're going to get naked?"
She blushed. "Well, I had just thought...I mean I don't think it's necessary to-"
He snapped and grabbed the back of her head with one hand. "Do you know how fucking sexy it is when you're embarrassed?" he said, diving down and placing a searing kiss on her mouth, feeling her unfold beneath him, reveling in it before dragging her to a standing position. He lifted his hand and blew hot air onto her dress which steamed as it dried. It took forever, but she was finally dry and she did the same to him. It was an incredibly erotic feeling, having her hands so close to his body, but never quite touching him.
He was so turned on by the time she had finished that he grabbed her and snogged her senseless. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she strained to meet his kisses. Who knew the Gryffindor Virgin could be so sensual? He grabbed the back of her legs and lifted her into his arms.
A searing pain burned through his shoulder and he cried out nearly dropping her.
"Oh gods, Malfoy! Your shoulder! You shouldn't have done that!" she squealed, wriggling out of his grip.
"You think?" he hissed though his clenched teeth, grabbing at the injured appendage.
"Here, sit down and take off your shirt, I'm not taking 'no' for an answer this time. I think you really damaged something."
He did what she asked because he was in too much pain to fight. She assisted him with pulling his tunic off because moving his arm was so painful he could barely stand it. Her cool hands flew over his skin assessing the damage.
"I think you tore something. I'm not a doctor-"
"A what?"
"A, er, Medi-wizard. Anyway, I have to get this knot out. It's going to hurt..."
"Just do it, Granger."
She started digging into his shoulder where it hurt the most with the pads of her thumbs and he cried out.
"Aaargh! That's not helping!"
"It will! It just hurts at first!"
"Well hurting is not helping! Fuck! Stop! Good gods, woman, are you trying to kill me?"
"Stop being such a baby!"
He grit his teeth and grunted in pain. Why was he letting her do this to him? She obviously had no idea what she was doing. And he wasn't a baby, it was fucking painful!
By the time she finished he was ready to rip out his hair. His shoulder was on fire.
"Are you done torturing me yet?"
"Yes, I think that's as good as it's going to get. Here. Close your eyes."
"What, you plan on killing me now too?"
"Just shut up and do as you're told!"
He did and he heard her muttering behind him. Suddenly, the pain left. It was incredible!
Draco sighed in relief. Slowly, the pain crept back, but not nearly as bad. It was only a dull throb now. He moved his shoulder and the pain didn't increase.
"How did you do that?" he asked turning towards her. She was grabbing her left shoulder and smiling at him.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Granger...why are you holding your shoulder?"
She looked uncomfortable. "It's a charm I came across in a book once, I wanted to see if it would work..."
"And this charm does...?"
"Well, see, it transfers the pain from the person who is experiencing it to another individual in order to ease the severity..."
He was furious. "Undo it. Now."
"I can't, I don't know the counter-charm."
"Damn it, Granger! Don't you know better than to do spells you don't know how to reverse? Why would you do something like that?"
"You were in pain!"
"And I could have dealt with it! I've felt pain before. You do know who my father is, don't you?"
She fell silent. He turned away from her. What was she thinking? Why would she purposely give herself pain? It pissed him off to know that he no longer hurting because she was. She'd endure more than enough on his behalf...
"Why don't you try thanking me instead of yelling at me? I did you a favor! You should be grateful, not angry!" she snapped.
"Grateful? Grateful that you have to be the hero all the damn time? You know, not everyone needs saving. I didn't ask for you to do that."
Her eyes were wide and shining. "Sometimes people do things for other people because it's the right thing to do, not because they were asked to. I wanted to help you. Now, I'm not so sure you deserved it."
She got to her feet and stomped to the other side of the fire. "I'll take the first shift. Get some rest," she snapped.
Thoroughly bashed, he lay on his back and contemplated the mind of a woman.
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XOXO
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