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What You Want	By : dracoyoflam Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One Week Later…

“Hermione, please stay longer. You still have some healing to do.” Hermione and Draco were walking down the long hallway of the hospital. He turned and grabbed Hermione lightly by the arms to stop her. “Think of what you’re doing.” Hermione shook his hands off and put on a stern face.

“I’m fine. Look at me, I’ll be okay. I can heal at home just as well as I can here.”

Draco was the one to give the stern look now. He hated that she wouldn’t listen to him about this. “Draco, I just want to go home. Please… take me home.”

He knew that he’d lost, so stepped next to her and slowly took her hand in his own.

He sighed loudly, “Alright, let’s go.”

Hermione smiled as they started walking forward together. She had won and she was happy to be headed home. She couldn’t take this hospital anymore. The blue walls, the way-too-nice nurses and the awful food were getting very aggravating.
When they finally reached Hermione’s home, she was so excited she could hardly contain it. She pulled out her keys but because of her overwhelming excitement, dropped them from her shaking hand.

Draco bent down and retrieved the keys for her. He unlocked the door and they moved into the flat side by side.

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Ron hadn’t spoken more than five words to her in three days, and Ginny was finding it hard to cope. Since she had returned from St Mungos he had been steering clear of her as much as possible. Annoying her greatly. And to make it worse she was feeling increasingly ill with each day, spending many hours of her day puking in the bathroom. No food had entered her system in days yet she still felt completely full all the time.

Her brother was no help, he perplexed her as well as irritating her. Each day he would pretend she didn’t exist then each night still climb into her bed. Only to sleep, but it still didn’t make sense. However, she always looked forward to the time of night that he’d peer into her room and on seeing her eyes closed get in next to her. The comfort and safeness he provided was overwhelmingly calming. She was never really asleep of course, but she guessed he probably knew that. There was a war inside her every time he climbed in, she wanted to say something to him. But her lips wouldn’t part to let the words through. Telling him to get out seemed optional, asking him what he was doing was another possibility.

It had just gone midnight when he came in this time. Ginny Weasley was lying peacefully in her bed, facing the door curled up in a ball. Ron could feel his heart beat begin to quicken as he watched her breath in and out. How was he meant to get in now? She was in the way. He thought for a moment before deciding to climbing carefully round her and lay near the wall. So as quietly as he could he made his way to the bed and crawled round her feet to the other side, wishing her bed was bigger. Slumping on his back, he let out a sigh. It felt better now, it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Nothing mattered while he was hear, all concentration was on her breathing. Making sure she was still breathing.

“Ron…what are you doing?” he nearly did stop breathing then. Ginny shifted slightly but kept her back to him, sniffing loudly as she did. He didn’t know how to answer, to be honest he didn’t know the answer.

“I-erm…I like your bed better than mine,” Ginny snorted and he couldn’t help but snigger at his pathetic answer.

“Still crap at lying then,” she turned to face him and he got a proper look at her for the first time in days. Ginny was drained, her face was pale and her eyes were red.

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3 days later…

“Hermione, come on. You’ve been in your room for days, please come out.” Draco was finally giving up on banging at her always locked door and decided to try talking to her. Hermione was laying in her bed with all of her lights on, but the window shades drawn closed. She had a blank expression on her face along with many healing bruises. When Draco brought her home from the hospital she went to bed for some sleep and just didn’t come back out.

Draco slept on the couch every night and never left Hermione, he had promised after all. Draco gave up on trying to get her out of her room, so he moved on into the bathroom down the hall. Hermione heard a loud bang reverberate through the house and a short yelp from Draco. She sat up quickly and threw off her covers. Sitting there for a second trying to decide what to do. She really wanted to see if Draco was alright but was afraid to leave her room.

She decided on the first, rushing to the door and yanking it open. It took her only a moment before she burst into the bathroom to see Draco.

He was laying on the floor half naked. “What happened?” Hermione asked lightly. Draco was shocked to see her out of her room, but explained anyway.

“I fell, sorry I disturbed you… finally.” He glanced away and sat up, he stood slowly then just waited there in silence.

“Are you alright?” She asked even quieter.

He still didn’t look her in the face, “Yeah, I got the floor wet and slid.”

“Oh.”

“You know, you should try to take a shower or something while you’re out here.” Hermione turned to leave and Draco followed, when he saw where she was headed he sped past her and beat her to the location: her room.

“Come on, Hermione, you can’t just hide in here forever.” She turned away and sat on her bed. They both agreed to silence for what felt like years before Hermione finally replied.

“I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.” Draco walked around to stand in front of her and took her hands in his own. Hermione looked up into his face and he pulled her slowly up into a hug.

“I’m going to take care of you, Hermione, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I promise never to hurt you and I promise that I will never leave you.” He pulled back slightly and kissed the top of her head.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Okay?” Hermione nodded and Draco walked toward the door.

“Wait. Don’t go, stay with me.”

“Alright. Uh, just put on a swimming suit and I’ll take care of you.” She was silent but he knew she would do it. Hermione opened a drawer and pulled out a plain non-sexy suit and started stripping, pulling off one piece of clothing after another until she was completely naked. She stood naked for a minute trying to think of… something, anything. She knew that Draco could turn and see her any second. She didn’t care. If she was herself, he wouldn’t have even been in the same room. But she wasn’t herself, so who was she?

She had no idea. All she knew was that when she tried to be herself, it hurt.

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Harry knocked on the Burrow kitchen door, a feeling of dread pulsing through his veins. Why did he have to listen to Parkinson? She was obviously lying, no truth ever came from her bright red lips. He didn’t know what to expect when she’d requested to see him yesterday, but it could have been something important that would point them to Zabini’s whereabouts. Something he couldn’t afford to miss. However, all she had wanted to do was talk bullshit about Ron and Ginny. Parkinson seemed to believe that Ron and Ginny were engaging in sexual relations. The thought made him feel physically sick. It must have been lies, all lies. For one, they wouldn’t do such a thing, they would know it was wrong. And secondly, it was against the law. It was incest.

He knocked again when there was no answer. After yet another few minutes of silence he pushed the door open, to reveal an empty kitchen. The whole Burrow was eerily quiet, Harry cautiously stepped forward with his ears pricked up like a prowling fox. He ascended the stairs with one hand on the banister and other wrapped round his wand. As he got closer to Ginny’s room the sounds of voices became audible, the very voices he was hoping not to hear. Harry stood stock still outside the door, Ginny was laughing, then the laughing stopped.

“Ron…don’t. Don’t!” Harry burst through the door as Ginny spoke, she’d sounded distressed. There sat Ginny and Ron on the bed, Ron had his hand high up on Ginny’s thigh, and she was holding it while her other hand was on his chest. It could have been viewed in two ways: It could have looked like Ginny was pushing Ron away, or it could have looked the opposite.

“Ron, what are you doing?” Harry didn’t really wait for an answer, he grabbed Ginny and pulled her away. “Get off her!” Ginny thrashed against Harry and his anger turned to confusion.

“Harry! It’s fine, he wasn’t doing anything!” Ginny pulled her arm from his grip and stood back with Ron. Harry surveyed his two best friends, dread engulfing his senses.

“What-what were you doing? Why was his-” Harry didn’t finish the sentence, he already knew the answer. His worst fears had been confirmed. He didn’t want to believe it, but it was standing right in front of him-staring him in the face.

“Don’t go mental, mate-”

“Don’t call me mate,”

“Harry, please. We’re sorry we didn’t talk to you, but it’s hard, no one will understand,” Ginny could feel her heart pounding, she didn’t want to get upset.

“You’re breaking the law, you know that right?” Harry pointed his wand at Ron, he didn’t want to have to do this.

“Yeah, course we do. But it’s not-it’s difficult for us, Harry,” Ron watched his sister out the corner of his eye, he didn’t want to lose her.

“It’s difficult for you…it’s going to be even more difficult for me now! Isn’t it? What do you want me to do? This is incest, it’s illegal! I-I can’t even look at you right now!” Harry shot them a disgusted look before rushing from the room. The sound of thudding as Harry ran down the stairs filled Ron and Ginny Weasley’s ears.

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Hermione sat in the bath of hot water, wearing a boring swimsuit to cover up in front of Draco. She sat there in silence as he quietly rubbed a soapy rag on her body. She felt comforted by Draco taking care of her, she was seeing more and more of the good guy he had become.

Draco bathed Hermione like she was a piece of glass that could shatter at any moment. Her body was covered in bruises and sores from being prisoner to Blaize. Every time he saw her like this, he wanted to find Blaise and kill him. But he knew he had to be here for Hermione. He would get to Blaise eventually.

By the time Draco was finished with Hermione, she was like a new woman. She actually smelt nice for the first time since her capture. Her hair was soft and shiny again and her skin was smooth. She smelled like heaven in a body that just got back from hell.

Hermione looked into the mirror and didn’t recognize herself. Nothing about her was Hermione anymore and in that moment, she stopped trying. She gave up on herself.Hermione turned away from the mirror and out of the bathroom. She walked away from Hermione and toward the person she had to become.
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