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I Thought I Lost You	By : natloves16 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I Thought I Lost You
- 2-Realizations From An Unlikely Source
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�Merlin, it�s all Draco�s fault�.

Hermione said this to herself as
she contemplated her current situation, which was, in every sense of the word,
was not very pleasant to say the least. She was currently trapped in a position
where she had a lose-lose situation. One groan or even the faintest of whispers
could leave her for dead. She conjectured just as much, for she was currently
trapped in the Slytherin dungeons, particularly on Draco Malfoy�s bed, under an
invisibility cloak at half past midnight.

She let out a quiet frustrated
sigh. It was all her fault anyway, hadn�t she thought that Draco Malfoy was
cavorting with the Greengrass sisters, they wouldn�t have fought and she
wouldn�t feel like a jerk for accusing him. It was her fault, in all honesty.
She accused him so unfairly, and he stormed out. She felt guilty after two
hours, and idiotically concluded that he was in the Slytherin dungeons. She was
ready to kiss and make up, but was surprised when she found an empty bed. She
even went through great lengths to try to convince Harry that she was using his
cloak for research purposes, only to leave her efforts in vain.

In the back of her head, she
wondered why he still wasn�t back at such hour. She pushed the thought of him
in another girl�s bed, for she trusted Draco, and even though her trust was not
the strongest, she tried her hardest to believe in him. Years of hatred didn�t
wash out like fresh ink; it would take time for the stain to ebb away. She knew
that he adored her, loved her even, but it was still hard for her to believe that
it was possible. He knew that, because even if she was in denial, he tried his
best to show her everyday that he loved her.

Hermione felt her eyes grow
misty. She slowly began to recall everything, from the start of their sordid
affair, to how and when he professed the depth of his love for her that, in his
exact words, accumulated in the years of hatred that he harboured for her.

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�Stay there�� Draco murmured silently. He was currently pinning her
down on the mattress, his body pressed up against her. His hands were holding
hers above her head, her breaths coming in a torrent of short pants.

She was flushed deliciously; her eyes glazed with arousal. �Well� I
c-can�t move with you like this�� She whispered, wrapping her legs tighter
around his hips. �So� why� bother?�

�Don�t be cheeky.� He reprimanded harshly, biting her ear lobe, making
her squeal out her surprise. �You liked that didn�t you?� he asked, skimming
his nose on the curve of her neck. �You dirty, dirty girl��

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Hermione shivered as she
remembered the first night Draco took her, on her bedroom up in the Gryffindor
tower. She was ready to call it a night, and had even worn where favorite
sleeping shirt when someone roughly grabbed her from behind, tattered her shirt
in pieces (possibly) and took her roughly from behind.

It wasn�t her first time, but it
was so far the best of them all. The way that he took her with an animalistic
passion was still enough to make her shudder. The morning after, she asked how
he got in her room, but he gave her a smirk and a shrug and told her that he
wouldn�t tell. He took her again that morning and perhaps, into perpetuity.

She would have been completely
all hot and bothered right now if it weren�t for the sleeping faces of the
Slyntherins, oblivious at their own apparent display, subject to her amusement.
To keep herself from a happy outburst, she murmured a simple charm to tightly
shut Draco�s bed curtains.

It was then that she felt her
back complain, perhaps from her Indian sitting position. She tried to ease out
her discomfort by laying herself down on her lover�s bed. The softness of the
bed was so welcoming, and it carried Draco�s scent all over, the pillows, the
sheets, and maybe, even the naked mattress itself. It was a magnificent bed to
say the least; it was not too soft, nor too hard, and just simply right.

The comfort of the bed was
starting to overtake her, but she knew well enough that she wasn�t supposed to
sleep. She was supposed to wait for Draco, apologize, and hopefully get things
right between the two of them.

Trying to keep herself awake, she
busied herself thinking of good thoughts about Draco, hopeful that her positive
feelings were going to channel in her actions when she sees him again. She
tried to keep herself in light with the beautiful things that they have done
and still do together, the things that led her to convince herself that he
really did, and truly, love her.

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She felt sick, really sick. Down to her core, on her sides, even on the
very tips of her fingers. She felt like vomiting, and her head was spinning
viciously.

She has been confined to her bed two hours before the classes started.
She began to feel sick last night, from a common cold to a now more serious and
possibly debilitating disease. It all started after she made love with Draco,
from the third orgasm that she felt a tiny headache form in her head. She
dismissed it as a possible aftershock, and didn�t mind it as Draco tucked her
in and kissed her goodnight as he left quietly.

Eight hours later, whatever virus he passed on her mutated, leaving her
feeling too sick to even get up from her bed. She tried helping herself up, but
the rush of blood back into her head was too painful to even bear. She wasn�t
at all pleased to be missing class, for there was a practical test in potions,
and she would never want to see Snape for make-up classes. The guy was too
high-strung for his own good.

Her professor must have exacted his revenge when she let out a loud
groan of pain, the throbbing in her head now doubling. At that precise moment,
Draco came bursting through the doors.

He walked swiftly, and stopped at the foot of her bed. �Where in the
hell were you?� he asked petulantly. �I wanted to shag you before potions. But
I couldn�t see your bloody bushy head in the great hall.�

She didn�t answer him. The bloody git was too smug, he didn�t deserve
the effort she�d put in if she ever answered.

�Giving me the silent treatment Granger�� he accused, his eyes
narrowing into slits playfully. �I can force it out of you�� he murmured
softly, slowly advancing to her bed.

With that, she let out a moan of annoyance. She couldn�t do that right
now, as much as she would�ve liked to.

Draco sensed this as he asked her, �What�s wrong?� his voice taking in
a different tone.

She slowly gathered up her strength and prepared herself to speak.
�Y-you gave me a V.D, you idiot�� she faintly, with a knowing smile on her
lips. She could see his face frown as he sat down on her bed, near her aching
body.

She felt his cool hand on her forehead. �Merlin, you�re burning up,
Granger�� he said softly, and then he gave her a small smile �I did not give
you V.D, I�m a very chaste man.� He teased. �You ruined me.�

�Chaste� my arse�� she said, bringing the hand down on her forehead and
placing it on her chest, near her heart. She let out a sigh of relief,
comforted that he was there.

�I need to bring you to the hospital wing�� he addressed, trying to
help her sit upright on the bed so he could lift her up. �Up you get, Granger.�

�W-wait�� she choked. �I need to feel you for a moment�� she requested.
�I could be there for days�� she said, opening her arms to him.

�Oh�� Draco was momentarily surprised, but then smirked. �Of course, we
couldn�t have that now, can we?� he muttered, as he gathered her up in his
arms. He smelled her sweet scent on her neck, pressing two kisses on her hot
fevered skin.

He carried her in his arms, as she hugged him tightly. They were nearly
out to the door when he heard her speak.

�Not�without one kiss?� she asked, the teasing evident in her voice. He
knew that he wasn�t supposed to, but to hell be damned. If he wouldn�t be with
her for days, he might as well join her in her agony.

�Pucker up�� he whispered, arranging her so she could face him. He held
her chin in his thumb and forefinger.

�I-I was�just kidding, Draco�� her eyes now starting to feel heavier.
She didn�t hear his reply and only felt his soft kiss as she slipped into
darkness.

Eight hours later, she woke up to find him on the bed next to her at
the hospital wing, smirking at her, albeit looking feverish. �Now�we�re both
sick�� he said faintly. �So�no more of those days alone, Granger��

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She smiled to herself as she
remembered the day he got sick just for her. Madame Pomfrey was befuddled,
thinking it was an epidemic. It was after two days that they learned it was
just an advanced form of influenza, and they were discharged after three days.

Perhaps to add homage to the
memory, she felt her nose tickle and she let out a small sneeze. She paused
after, checking if anyone heard her, as she just remembered that she forgot to
cast a silencing charm. All was good for five minutes, until she felt the
curtains being opened by magic. She felt her terror grip through her; she
couldn�t see who it was, the person was covered in darkness.

She managed to calm her rapidly
beating heart as she felt comforted by the fact that she still had the cloak
on, so even if the person who�d look over wouldn�t see anything there. As far
as she was concerned, it was an almost impeccable plan, had not the
invisibility cloak miss her feet.

All too soon the thing that she
thought was protecting her was being pulled over her head. Her heart was now
lurching out of her chest and beating very, very fast. She managed a gaze at
her discoverer, as her eyes went wide as saucers.

�Well, well, well� Hadn�t
expected in seeing you here, Granger�� her discoverer taunted. �Let alone in
Draco Malfoy�s bed��

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A/N: Hello there. It�s my first ficlet! (By that I mean its multi-chaptered) It�s just gonna run in for maybe two or three chapters, and would never go beyond to four. Those two lovers have to see each other soon by now. I guess the identity of her 'discoverer' would be easy to guess. :) ahaha. I think. I'm experimenting on the format of my fanfictions, so forgive the variations.

This chapter is not inspired by donuts. But by a song. :) It�s the OST of the movie Bolt, (hence the title) it�s quite catchy. I don't really like Miley Cyrus, but I do love the song. I'll update soon as I can!

ETA: I'm considering to make this a full-blown fic. ahaha. Plot development will follow soon enough.
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