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Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. One event however, is based off real facts and no profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Meeting
- 2-Unexpected
- 3-Descent
- 4-Almost
- 5-Confessions
- 6-Change
- 7-Breathe
- 8-Remember
- 9-Home
- 10-Release
- 11-Wrong
- 12-Strong
- 13-Quidditch
- 14-Beginning
- 15-Endgame
- 16-Truth
- 17-Epilogue
- 8
- 9
- 10
(Song: You Say- Lauren Daigle)- Optional and placed wherever you want near the beginning. I just wanted it mainly for one part that you will know when you read :)
Chapter 9- Home
Monday August 8^th, 2005 03:43pm
Draco watched as Hermione slept for the next three hours. Not once did he take his eyes off of her; not even for a second. He heard her say she missed him too and he thought long and hard about if she was talking about the garage or, if heard him say he missed her so many times, when she was in her coma. It was barley a whisper and he didn’t think even she knew he heard; but he did.
He wondered how things were going to go after that. He didn’t want to be awkward around her and he desperately wanted to tell her about everything, including the fight he was having with himself. He wouldn’t of course tell her what happened, but he couldn’t take her not knowing how he felt.
Hermione stirred slightly as she cuddled closer to the blanket; however, she never awoke. Draco moved to the edge of his seat to be closer to her and studied her face. Raising a hand, he grazed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. She tilted her head slightly, but still stayed asleep. He cupped her face and caressed her lips with a feather light touch from his thumb.
“I love you, Hermione.” He whispered ever so softly. “But I know I am not enough for you.”
He pulled his hand back and sat back in his chair. He didn’t hear or see Harry and Ginny, enter the room, nor did he know they back out and stood watching him from around the corner with slight pity on their features; eavesdropping.
Draco lowered his head and let out a sigh.
“I don’t know how to do this?” he continued to whisper, careful not to wake her “It was so much easier telling you everything, knowing you probably wouldn’t hear me anyway.” He leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees, looking to the floor. “I don’t know how to talk to you without being weird about it, so I guess I will just let it all out while you are sleeping.” He let out a breath and rubbed his hand across his lips before resting them in his fingers and stared into a void before him.
He stayed like that for a few seconds before removing his hand from his mouth and looked back down the ground.
“I thought I would know what to say to you when you woke up...but, I don’t. I thought I finally had you, Hermione. But then you were gone, and just like that, I lost you. I was honest when I said I would run to where ever you are.” He looked up at her, and thought about how beautiful she looked sleeping. “I wanted to take your place, you know? I wished every day that it was me who was impaled and not you. You didn’t deserve that. You helped me out more that day, than anyone ever has in my whole life.” He lowered his head again “But now you don’t remember and I can’t help you…I just wanted to take your place.” He let out another breath “I can’t explain why it is easier to talk to you like this. I think perhaps, I have grown used to it. That, or I am too scared to tell you how I really feel, to you face. I wanted to tell you were beautiful as soon as I saw you in the lobby, did you know that? I didn’t though, I was afraid of how you would take it. I need you Hermione; I need you like the ocean needs the waves; like a butterfly needs its wings…I…I wish I would have told you sooner…Did you know that I took everything you ever said to me to heart? Every time you fought against me, I actually felt pain inside. I hated upsetting you but I had no choice. I tried to help you behind the scenes. I actually ripped out that page about the Basilisk at the book shop in second year, so you could find the Chamber of Secrets. I even snuck out and sat by your bed side every night when you got petrified… Every hateful thing I had ever said to you was for show and…because I was scared, Hermione…But I know I am not enough for you. I could never measure up to half of what you have done. I don’t even know who I am. I have been trying to fix myself for a long while but, but I still don’t know. All I know is that I have no friends; I am all alone in the word and it’s a fact, that you are too good for me. I am weak; but I still love you and I still want you. How can I love someone when I can’t even love myself? How can you love someone who couldn’t even protect you?” he sighed and lowered his forehead to his hands. “
“You’re not weak.” Her angel like voice spoke.
Draco lifted his head quickly and looked at the now awake brunette.
“Ho-how much of that did you hear?” he asked in embarrassment and shock.
She tilted her head up and looked at him.
“How much did you actually want me to hear?” she questioned with a calm demeanor.
“I…I uh.”
“You’re not weak.” She repeated, cutting him off “And you are not alone. You are stronger than you think you are.”
“How can you say that?” he asked gazing up at her.
“Because I know you. You don’t ever run from a fight and you are loyal to the end.”
“You don’t know me.” He replied, looking away from her in shame.
“I’ve known you my whole life, Malfoy; just like you have known me. I have faith in you. I trust you and you protected me as much as you could. That’s how much I know you…You’re not weak. If you were weak, you wouldn’t have sat by my side and watched me die as I told you I was in love with you.”
He looked up at her with a shocked but saddened expression.
“You remember?” he asked leaning off his legs.
“I remember telling you how I felt and I remember you being so strong for me.”
“I wasn’t strong, I-”
“I remember kissing you.” she interrupted.
He tilted his head slightly at the change of subject.
“I remember it but, I don’t remember it. It’s really fuzzy.” she continued.
“What?”
“I want you to kiss me again.” She appeared embarrassed as she looked down at her hands covered by the fabric of the blanket.
“You-you want me to kiss you?” he asked confused. “I can’t really tell if you are joking or not.”
She nodded her head and moved her eyes back to him.
“It might help me remember more and it might help me understand…something.”
“Understand what?” he asked, tilting his head again.
“Why you stayed.”
“I-”
“I heard everything since you touched my cheek, Malfoy.”
“Oh.” He stated while internally cursing himself.
“So…can you kiss me?” she asked again.
Draco rubbed his hands on his pants in nervousness. He thought it would be a long while before he would be able to kiss her again; if she would even allow him to do it again. He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Sure…I guess.”
Hermione turned her body slightly to allow him better access to her lips and Draco hesitantly stood up. He was unsure if he should just peck her on the lips or if he should just really kiss her. He opted to just let it play out and see what she allowed him to do.
Draco took a step closer to her and nervously looked down at her. She gazed up at him, patiently waiting and he instantly melted. All of his fears vanished in a blink of an eye and he realized then; he had no reason to be nervous. She was like coming back from a long trip; she was home, his home.
He bent down and rested a hand on the pillow, to side of her head, and the other closer to her right shoulder. He gazed down at her, like she was a breath of fresh air after he had been drowning in water for years.
Hermione now looked nervous as he looked at her, so he moved his left hand away from her shoulder and gently cupped her face. He caressed his thumb across her cheek a few times before lowering his head and softly touching his lips, to hers.
They held there touch for a few wonderful seconds before Hermione lifted a hand and cupped his cheek, pulling him closer to her. The kiss, was the most gentlest kiss he had ever given, let alone received. He never wanted to pull away as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss slightly. He never put his tongue in her mouth though, he let his lips do all the talking and he knew, they were saying a lot.
Her lips were so soft against his and as much as he wanted to continue, he didn’t want to press his luck. So he pulled back slowly and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed and she definitely looked to want more as she folded her lips in, slightly biting her lower lip and tilted her head back down.
She opened her eyes; looking straight in to his grey ones. Draco told himself screw it, as he smiled down at her and lean in again to kiss her. She smiled up at him as he slowly lowered his head and pressed into her; his thoughts resting on only one thing. That she, beyond a shadow of a doubt, held his heart.
“Awe.” Ginny sighed happily, holding a hand to her chest.
She quickly realized her mistake and clasped a hand over her mouth. Draco pulled back and closed his eyes; annoyed that the moment was now ruined and stood up, moving away from Hermione before turning around to give Ginny a deathly glare.
“I’m sorry.” Ginny claimed apologetically, lowering her hand. “That was just so…so beautiful.”
Harry nudged her with his elbow and they moved from their hiding spot behind the frame of the doorway, walking into the room.
“Hey!” she started, lightly pushing Harry back “Give me some credit. I contained my whimpers as he gave his heartfelt speech.”
“Barely.” Harry retorted with an eye roll.
Draco rolled his eyes as well and turned his chair so he could face everyone, before sitting down and crossing his arms.
“So…Did that jog your memory at all, Mione?” Harry asked cautiously, moving to sit on the window ledge.
“What?” she asked looking up; removing her hand from her lips.
“I asked if Malfoy’s kiss, jogged your memory?”
“Oh, uh…Yeah. I remember the fire.” She looked up at Harry and Ginny but Draco could tell she was trying to avoid looking at him.
“That’s good news…Malfoy kiss her again!” Ginny chimed with a grin, pointing to him to Hermione quickly.
Draco scuffed and rolled his eyes again. He decided focusing on the floor, was better than being embarrassed by the red headed Potter anymore.
“Anyway…” Harry cut in “Dr. Baker said he would be back in about an hour or two to take you down for an MRI to have a look at your brain. Do you want to play a game or something while we wait? I saw some cards and a chess board in the waiting room I could grab.”
“Okay,” Hermione moved to fully sit up “That sounds fun.”
“Alright, I will be right back.” He stood up “Uh Ginny? Why don’t you come with me?”
“You can’t carry a few board games on your own? I want to talk with Mione.” she raised a brow and crossed her arms.
“Ginny.” Harry tilted his head to point at Draco and Hermione, while giving Ginny a knowing look.
“Ugh, fine. But while we are at it I want a soda from that vendi thing we passed on the way up here.”
“Whatever you want dear…Malfoy? Hermione? Want anything?” Harry asked now looking at the two of them.
“A bottle of water would be amazing. Oh, and a bag of chips!” Hermione perked up.
Draco shook his head and glanced up at Hermione. He knew Harry was trying to give them some space but the nervousness he felt earlier, began creeping back up his spin.
Harry and Ginny walked out of the room and shut the door. Once he heard the click, he slowly sat up straight in his chair and rested his arms on his knees. He let out a breath and looked around the room, trying to shut out the awkwardness he was experiencing.
“Did they get Leena and Nate out?” Hermione broke the silence and turned to face him.
He turned his head from facing the end of the room and looked at her.
“Yeah.” He replied leaning back in his seat.
“That’s good.” She smiled lightly.
“Yup.” he leaned his right elbow on the arm of the chair and rested his temple again his knuckles of hand.
“I may not remember everything right now but,” he lifted his eyes to look at her while she spoke. “I know it was you who mainly visited me here. I didn’t want to say it in front of Harry because I didn’t know how close you guys have gotten. I didn’t want it to start a fight.”
“I came every day, Granger. Potter knows that.”
She lowered her head and started playing with her hands as she rested he body on her left shoulder.
“Why do you love me, Malfoy?”
“Can you not call me that?” he asked in a semi-frustrated tone.
Hermione looked at him worryingly.
“Sorry…I didn’t think you minded since I’ve always called you that.”
“I do mind…I always minded, at least when it came from you.” he lowered his head back down.
“Then I won’t call you that anymore…but you can’t call me Granger then either.”
“Deal.” He stated lifting his head slightly.
“Deal.” She smiled. “So then, Draco, why do you love me?”
“I don’t really know if I can explain it to you.”
“Why not?” she asked tilting her head to the side.
“Can you explain why you love me?”
She opened her mouth and paused for a moment.
“Fair enough…” they were both silent for a few minutes “I like kissing you, you know?”
Draco looked back up at her and slowly removed his hand from his head.
“You do?” he questioned in surprise.
Hermione nodded her head and a small smile played on her pretty pink lips.
“I was scared when you first kiss me in that room.” She began “I was afraid I made a mistake and that we only did it in the heat of the moment…no pun intended.” She giggled slightly “But I heard you when you spoke to me…I didn’t know if it was all in one day or over a period of time, but I heard you…don’t tell Harry or Ginny but, you were the reason I came back.”
Draco’s lips parted slightly, in shock, as he gazed upon Hermione.
“I wouldn’t mind kissing you again.”
He let off a chuckle and stood up; not even hesitating. She looked up at him in confusion and dropped her shoulders like she was upset. Draco shook his head and smiled at her before taking the few steps closer to her bed. He towered over her and rested his hands on the blanket to her sides.
She leaned back slightly and looked rather confused.
“You want to kiss the Slytherin Prince again? What is this…Three or four times now?”
“I uh…um” she stuttered.
Draco leaned down so he was closer to her right ear.
“Where’s that Gryffindor courage, Hermione?” he whispered tenderly.
He could practically feel her close her eyes and he could hear the small vibration of the moan in her throat as he said her name. Turning his head to face her, she slowly turned hers as well. He looked down at her supple pink lips for a brief moment, before looking up and into amber eyes. Leaning in, he placed his lips softly on hers. However, he didn’t let the kiss linger this time. This time, he pulled back slowly, after only a few seconds; leaving her craving more as he stood up and took a step back.
“Why did you stop?” she asked saddened.
“You want more?” he raised a brow and gave her a friendly smirk.
“I want all of you.”
Draco was thrown back at her confession and Hermione too, seemed to realize what she said as her eyes went wide and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked shocked, moving his ear to semi-face her.
Hermione lowered her hand and bit her bottom lip; looking away from him, she refused to answer.
“You can’t just ignore that, Hermione.” He stated calmly.
“Yes I can.” She looked to the window.
Draco let out a chuckle and moved to sit on the end of her bed. She still refused to look at him in embarrassment, so he lifted a hand and touched her chin; turning her face, ever so slowly to him.
“You want to have sex with me?” he questioned, tilting his head slightly as he gazed at her.
Hermione lifted her amber eyes and parted her lips.
“Yes.” She whispered after hesitating for a couple of seconds.
She looked almost afraid of how he would answer but he formed a half smile that reached the corner of his mouth and removed his hand from her chin.
“Okay.”
She almost looked relieved that he agreed. He had wanted her for a long time and the fact that she admitted she wanted him too, made him ecstatic. He wasn’t going to miss out on this one chance; his one chance to show her, just how much he loved her.
“But not until you are fully healed and out of the hospital, okay?” He finished, crossing his arms.
Hermione nodded her head and smiled. He loved when she smiled; she always had a way of brightening up a room when she was happy. And he was glad that this time, he was the one to make her smile.
Sorry if this chapter isn't as good. I'm starting to get writers block lol
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