Pleasure | By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5020 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Don't be such a baby," she scowled at him.
"Why don't You take a bludger to the back and see how it feels," Draco scowled back at her.
"It's nearly healed, alright?" Ginny's voice was clearly frustrated, dealing with whiny brothers her entire life gave her almost zero empathy for whining.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw the two bickering. Malfoy sans shirt and Ginny in her Quidditch gear. Oh, right, it was Saturday. There was a game today.
She blinked the sleep away and sat up from the couch. Draco was holding out his jar of Dittany to her, clearly trying to get help applying it and the youngest Weasley was having none of it.
"You've done it yourself all week, haven't you?" Her eyes glanced over and met her friends and she smiled, "Hey lovey! I've got to run. Warm-ups and all." She gave Hermione a kiss on her head. "Your-erm. Malfoy needs a healer. Or a helping hand."
Hermione chuckled quietly and patted the couch. "C'mon, then." The blonde scowled at Ginny and sniffed in annoyance.
"Thank you! I must be at my best to play your housemates! It was starting to feel like sabotage."
Ginny glared as she left the room, sticking out her tongue. "She's quite competitive so sabotage wouldn't be too far off." Hermione smiled, dipping her hands into the salve as Draco sat with his back to her. She rubbed in slow and smooth motions, trying to keep her still sleepy brain out of the gutter.
He didn't speak for a few moments, staring at his feet until finally, "Are you coming to the match or would you rather stay here?"
"I honestly forgot but I'll go. I may not be," she paused a beat, "happy. With Ron, but it's my house and my friends I'm there to support."
He hummed a response as she clicked the jar closed again, dropping it onto the coffee table next to her laptop. He slid his shirt back over his head and flashed a smirk at her. "And me?"
"Hmm, maybe you. Depends on how well you play."
He playfully scowled at her as he gathered the last of his gear. He picked up his broom and she saw him physically hesitate before walking to the door. He bit his lip for a fraction of a second and gave her a nod and "see you." Before he left.
Hermione gathered herself and the mess her and Ginny left in the common room the night before. They must have fallen asleep on the couch at some awful hour and she wasn't the type to leave a mess in a shared space. She forgot for a while why her friend had stayed over. She forgot the nasty things her ex had said and done and even forgot the horrible way his face looked until she got into the shower.
Without any sort of distraction she felt the tears coming again. Being alone and hidden with the hot water, she let herself cry. Only for a few minutes, she wasn't wasting any more time than needed on her hurt feelings. She washed her face and hair, pulled the mess of curls up into a knot on her head and popped a beanie cap over to keep the chill out of the wet hair.
She bundled the rest of her body up and headed towards the Great Hall. She stopped at the very first basket of fresh fruit and pastries along the long table and grabbed a few handfuls, stuffing them into her pockets before someone cleared their throat next to her.
"Oh. Sorry," she flashed Neville a half smile, wondering just how bad things were in Ron's dorm and if any of her male friends were still her friends. If Ron wanted to play dirty and turn people against her, she supposed she could let free his dirty little secret too; air everything out instead of giving him a pass for his lecherous evening.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Neville asked and, Merlin love him, genuinely touched her arm, looking worried. "Ron's been in a tizzy and, well."
Hermione returned his affectionate squeeze on his arm and smiled at him. "I'm alright. At least, I will be alright. I'm sure he failed to mention why I've ended things with him but I wouldn't want to put you between us, Nevs." She grabbed a few napkins for her to-go breaky and went to leave.
"If you're going to the pitch, I'll come with you. I'm all ears for you, you know. Always will be." The boy's round face beamed and tinted red as he scrambled to get up, never really graceful.
"That would be lovely. Thank you." She looped her arm in his and they strode out of the Hall together. "I suppose I should hear from you what exactly the git is telling everyone." She saw him hesitate for a moment but then spoke determinedly, making it clear with his tone how bonkers Ron had appeared.
"He's come back to the dorm before, drunk and raving about you but last night was something else. We had to restrain him and give him a Dreamless Draught. I've never seen him so red, I worried he would explode!" He again paused trying to find words.
"He made a big deal about your," he cleared his throat awkwardly, "time. Thing." Hermione laughed a bit to ease him. "And that was on Thursday, yelling about you being a bad wife and how his mom would send you howlers. But then. Yesterday he was unhinged, 'Mione. I swear his eyes were burning. He said you were shagging Malfoy and you were...he called you a lot of awful things."
The boy looked at his feet, clearly upset and Hermione stopped them before the descent into the grass fields of the grounds. "I know. He said them to my face, too." She never expected the absolute fury on her friend's face. She quickly put her hands up to help him calm and she pressed on.
"Well, he is clearly angry I caught him trying, actually actively trying, to impregnate me. The muggles call it 'baby trapping'. I suppose he thought if he could get me pregnant, I'd have no choice but to start a family with him. He was furious when I told him it wasn't happening, which I'm sure fueled things along."
"Ronald has never been a smart boy." Hermione and Neville both startled at Luna standing behind them. She looped her arms between the two of them and continued the group towards the pitch. Her hat, a lioness this time, made the motion to roar but confetti came flying from its mouth instead. "I always wondered why a smart witch like you put up with his abuse. But I suppose we accept the love we think we deserve."
The floaty and vapid tone did nothing to soften the sting of such a line. Hermione fell silent as Neville engaged Luna about the chemical reactions of emotions and love in particular. She tightened her scarf tighter around her neck and vaguely wished she had borrowed one of Draco's, maybe she could support both sides. It was all silly school rivalry anyways.
She tightened her scarf again when it slipped over her shoulder. And grabbed it frustratingly when it happened again and she knew for a fact that the wind was in the opposite direction.
"Looks like someone's trying to get your attention, Hermione." Luna stated simply. "It looks like Draco Malfoy's magic." The blonde motioned to the far side of the Quidditch stand stairs, effectively under the bleachers.
"How does it look like someone's magic, Luna?" Hermione mused but the frustration was still there. What a silly thing to say.
"Oh everyone's magic has an aura. Yours is a lovely deep crimson, nearly chocolate. Mine is as blue as the clear sky," she turned to Neville. "Yours is more ocean blue, which is why our magic is compatible." She squeezed into Neville's side then she turned back to Hermione.
"Draco's is a beautiful gold color. It looks lovely with yours. That's probably why he can't stay away from you. You're both so complimentary."
Hermione went to argue the fact but her scarf went zooming away and behind the stands, towards the path the players walk before and after a game. She rolled her eyes when Luna suggested she say 'hello to Draco' for her and stomped off after her weather gear.
She was almost angry that Luna had been right. It was him, leaning casually against a beam under the stands with her scarf in hand. He had the nerve to look shocked, "Oh, my! Is this yours, Granger?!" He wrapped it around his neck and smirked at her.
Despite herself, she smiled at his attempt at nonchalance. "Can't say it is. Shouldn't you be warming up, Dragonfly?" She teased.
His eyes flashed excitement at her for a moment before he tossed the scarf around her shoulders and wound the ends around his hands to pull her closer. "I should be but I just have to find a home for this poor lonely scarf." She hummed a response, letting him tug her so close she was nose to nose.
Then he breathed, "Do I get a kiss for luck? I feel like I might need one."
"Well, now, Mr. Malfoy. That would be an unfair advantage to all of my team players. If I gave you one," his lips twisted to a scowl, "I'd have to go kiss everyone else. Or else otherwise report this-"
He kissed her anyway. "I need the extra luck," he finally grumbled, "because if I win this game, I'll quit the team."
"Ending on a high note? What's wrong? You realize Harry is a better seeker than you?"
She noticed his nose twitch in annoyance before his pompous smirk was back. "Not at all. I just know if all your friends are on the team, I get you all to myself whenever they play." He touched his lips to hers again and she smiled into it.
"Ooh, that's definitely one kiss too many. I must tell Madam Hooch, immediately."
"Brat. Watch that mouth, Granger, or I'll have to do something about it." His tone was honeyed and sexy and she fought her whole being to stop the shiver up her spine. Well that wasn't playing fair at all. She slid his hands from her scarf and took a step back, holding it in front of her. A few quick words and the color pattern shifted, the Gryffindor gold becoming a simmering silver.
"There. Now I can support my friends and my boyfr-" her smile froze as the whistle blew and the word died in her mouth. It was clear he didn't miss it because he smiled at her again. The same smile that made her heart beat wildly.
"Cheer extra loud for me, Princess." And he dropped a kiss on her forehead before running off to grab his broom and kicked off and over the stands.
Hermione felt embarrassed when she found her seat beside Neville and Luna commented on her scarf colors. She didn't expect anyone to notice but put her chin up in confidence. The game started and Hermione cheered loudly at Ginny taking control of the quaffle. The first half was thrilling and terrifying. There were many -almost- collisions and some rough actions between both teams that required the coach to call fouls.
The game stopped for a moment when Ron, as keeper, had an absolute meltdown at letting the Slytherin's score past him. The captain called a time out and switched him out with their spare and stuck him as a beater to give the starting beater a break. When the teams came back for the second half, Hermione noticed the change.
Suddenly, fouls were being thrown left and right on the Gryffindors, something she typically would see as the Slytherin team manipulating to secure a win. She noticed Ron and the other beater launching attack after attack at Draco, the other players practically invisible. When he skillfully dodged the majority of them, Ron would slam into his side at any opportunity. Hermione was no stranger to dangerous quidditch games, even the deadly events Harry had experienced in his early years seemed less aggressive than how Ron was playing. She groaned a bit at men and their stupidity to enjoy this sport.
The way Ron was playing was dirty. He would wait for Draco to dive for the snitch and launch the heavy ball into his path, making the blonde jerk to the side to avoid a collision. She sees him cut up quickly in front of Draco to make him stop short, nearly flying off his broom in the sudden stop. It was almost nonstop assault on Draco and when Neville leaned over to mention how shifty Ron was playing, she felt vilified that he was being a prat and a dangerous one at that. She wouldn't accuse him of cheating but it felt nasty.
She remembers how horrible Draco's injury from his last game looked and winced with every moment. She despised the violent aggression of men, a thing Ron had displayed so many times it made her feel sick to think back on it. Her thoughts came back to focus when Draco zoomed across the other side of the field and Ron was hot on his tail.
He nudged against him, Draco nudged back, Ron went down and tried to buck Draco off his broom by coming up from under him. Draco waved his arm to get him away, she imagines he screams at Ron to get off him. But Ron grabs Draco's robe and launches straight up in the air, pulling Draco up and off his broom for a moment. He released the robe and Draco dropped back down, scrambling to get his grip. Before he could pull himself up completely, Draco smacked into the outer wall, scraping his body against it as he veered up, trying to recover, no doubt scratching all over his arm and the side of his body.
The whistle blew. Harry had caught the snitch. Game over. Neville cheered and knocked her shoulder excitedly, beaming that they had won. Slytherin was eliminated. She asked but neither Neville nor Luna had seen the scuffle with Ron and Draco, she imagines it was somehow an illegal move and should cause some type of retry.
That wasn't what happened. The Gryffindor students flooded the field, cheering and laughing while the other team went back to the locker room, dejected. Hermione sat in the bleachers, not moving, not certain where she wanted to go. Her friends were celebrating and she wanted to join them but Draco had just been attacked the whole second half and lost the match because of it. He would need some comfort.
When she saw the blonde hit the pitch and dismount his broom, storming toward the celebrating team, she scrambled down the stands, sprinting to stop the confrontation.
She was close, she could see them. Ron screaming, Draco shouting, she couldn't make out what was being said. Then Ron swung his fist, Draco swung back but Ron ducked low and made contact, making Draco double over. Hermione screamed, "Draco, don't!" and he turned to see her coming. He dropped his fist, straightening up. Ginny and Harry grabbed at Ron, pulling him back. She was so close she could hear them. "You fucked up, Weasley. You'll never get her back." Draco shouted, laughing. Ron jerked himself free and sucker punched while Draco's head was turned and Hermione screamed. He didn't stop, Draco fell to the ground and Ron hitched his leg, stomping Draco in the head and ribs. She saw Draco's head jerk back with the impact and screamed again. Ginny launched at her brother, tackling him to the ground. She was shouting too but Hermione couldn't hear anything. There was nothing but her heartbeat in her ears and a slowly increasing ringing sound as she finally made it to Draco's side. There was blood and he groaned when she touched his shoulder, trying to wake him up."Annabel?" he slurred, trying to open his eyes, his nose broken. She vaguely heard Ron yelling.
"You really pick this slimeball over me, Hermione!?"
Hermione ignored him, he tried to fight his sister off of him but another chaser helped her hold him down, their coach running towards them. "Harry," Hermione said, scanning for her friend. "Harry! Help me! Please help!"
Harry fought his way out of the crowd of Gryffindors having been pulled back into the mob, most still celebrating and not even noticing the fight, too busy with themselves. Harry dropped down next to her and shook Draco's shoulder again. He groaned and let out a wheezing cough. "He needs the nurse." Harry carefully tried to lift Draco into a sitting position, the blonde yelping in pain. "Get his other arm."
Shaking, Hermione lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, Harry did the same. Draco fixed his feet, groaning and stumbling forward, holding some of his own weight in his confusion. The coach came to them, out of breath, "Have you got this Harry?"
He nodded, "We are taking him to the infirmary. We really need to regularly have a nurse on the sidelines." He gave the coach a dark look and turned with Hermione and Draco, moving back to the castle with him slipping in and out of consciousness. They had to shake him to bring him back and keep moving. Harry kept quiet, his teeth gritting together and Hermione just kept repeating herself.
"It's okay. You're going to be fine. We got you." Until they were at the bottom of the stairs. Draco got his feet under him and swayed a bit.
"Granger? What happened? Where are we going?"
"You had an accident. We are going to the infirmary. You'll be okay."
"Granger?" He squinted at her but his eyes couldn't focus. "Granger doesn't know. Can't tell her. Don't say anything." He shook his head, chuckling lightly. "Nope. You won't tell her a thing."
"What is it?" She asked, worried there was something important she needed to know but he didn't want to tell her.
He wheezed a little, he tried to smirk a bit. "That you're so pretty when you take charge."
"Draco..."
"Hermione," he mimicked her tone playfully and stumbled closer to her with his next step. "I'll tell you that you're pretty every day. That you're the loveli-est witch to ever lovely." he gave a crooked grin and turned his head to Harry when he heard him snort a laugh. "Potter! I'm gonna beat you to th'snitch! Gonna win! Finally! I- yes I-. Ugh! I wish I was as good a Seeker as you."
"Well, now I know you're off your rocker." Harry gave a dry laugh. "You would never say that if you weren't."
"I admit when I'm wrong! but sometimes not to your face." Draco laughed a little. They were at the last flight of stairs before the hospital corridor finally. "Granger, m'sorry for Weasel-ie but..." He swayed for a moment looking at his feet. "He's a twat ands bad for you. Fuck him! But...no. Don't. Don't fuuuuuucck him. Please don't." His head dropped low as he stumbled and he groaned.
Draco swiveled back to Hermione and said, "Oh, bugger, I'm sor-" and dropped to the landing, his legs giving out, blood dripping from his nose and now his ears, his breath rasping painfully. Panic, Hermione panicked. And Harry dropped down, scooping up Draco and throwing him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
"Go! Get Pomfrey ready!" Harry roared and Hermione scrambled up the last steps and down the hall, bursting through the infirmary doors, shouting for help.
They got Draco into a bed and he woke up again for a moment after Pomfrey reset his nose with a painful -Crack-. He was looking at Hermione and once again said, "Annabel? Why are you here?"
"No, Draco. It's me. It's Granger." She was bandaging his hands and arm, scraped and bloody from his slide against the outer wall.
"Mmm, Granger. You're too nice to me." he mumbled, closing his eyes.
"Who is Annabel, Draco?" she squeezed his hand and he peeked an eye open, looking at her but also looking past her.
"She called me dragonfly. She loved me so much." his head dropped and he was asleep again. Hermione sighed, her brow furrowing.
"What are we going to do? About Ron?" Harry spoke after a few moments of silence from the other side of the bed, sitting in a chair with his arms crossed, calculating, over thinking.
"I don't know, Harry. He needs help. Did you see him kick Draco's head? He is unhinged." She looked at her friend with tears in her eyes. "He's dangerous. He's been drinking a lot. I'm so scared."
"You used to be scared of him," Harry juts his chin toward the boy in the bed. "Are you sleeping with Malfoy?"
Hermione wiped her eyes, her hands trembling. "Things are different now, Harry. The war is over, he isn't an enemy. He was being used just like we were."
Harry stood up, using his height to look intimidating. "Yes or no, Hermione." She turned away from him, biting her lip. Tears coming to her eyes and she took a shaky breath.
"Not now, Harry. Please just keep Ron away from me. Away from us."
"I will." Harry's eyes softened, exhausted with fighting over petty things. The past few years have been too hard to want to fight anything anymore. He just wanted to live a normal life. He crossed and put his arms around Hermione, hugging her tightly. "You should've told me. About Ron being- err- doing...that. I could've helped."
"I'm sorry. Things have been getting worse slowly over time. Would you tell Ginny he's going to be okay?" Harry nodded and let her go. Wishing her goodnight and thanking Pomfrey and her nursing aid for their help.
She sighed and gave Draco's hand a squeeze before gathering the basin and cloth to clean the blood from his face and his head. For some reason, she felt magically cleaning it wasn't good enough. It wasn't enough of an apology for her ex-boyfriend purposely going after him, hurting him to hurt her. She wishes Ron would've left his anger with her instead of displacing it to Draco but Ron never did think clearly when it came to his feelings.
~**~
Madam Pomfrey let Hermione stay for an extra hour but by 11pm, she shooed her out of the infirmary. She tried to bicker, offering to sleep in an empty bed but Pomfrey didn't budge. She scooted her out the door and closed and locked it, promising Hermione that the nurse would be with him overnight incase anything happened.
Hermione's tears had dried, sitting lost in thought for hours, skipping dinner and staring at his unconscious face. He never asked for any of this. He only ever offered to make her feel good. Now he's here in the hospital. She nibbled her lip as she moved towards the stairwell. This was all her fault. Her stubborn belief that Ron was best for her. That if she wanted to keep her friends, she would make things work with him.
She heard her name softly and looked up to see Ginny coming her way. "I was just coming for you. How are you doing?"
"He's alright. Going to have a terrible headache and some bruises."
"That's good but I mean you, Hermione. How are you? That was quite a complicated altercation." Ginny looped Hermione's arm through hers and the two headed toward the Head dorms.
"Stressed. I feel guilty, Gin. So so guilty. I should've left Ron after I caught his hand in that Hannah girl's trousers. I should've left when he started drinking and arguing with me most nights. None of this would've happened-"
"Oh stop. Malfoy wouldn't let you blame yourself. And if you had heard those two yelling at each other, you would probably have punched them both." Ginny rolled her eyes and pressed her lips into a flat line when Hermione cocked her head to the side.
"What did they say?"
Ginny flushed a little red. "Ron was saying you were 'his property' and nonsense like it. Malfoy said something like you wouldn't have erm..creamed on his -ya know- if Ron had been half the man he was. Oh it was so awkward to hear. I'm glad the rest of the house didn't hear them."
Hermione groaned and rubbed her hand over her face. "Dammit, Draco."
They came to the mermaid portrait and Hermione gave the password, making sure Ginny had it now too. She agreed to staying the night and keeping her company tomorrow and the girls trekked up to Hermione's bedroom. She was thankful for the large queen sized bed, a benefit for the Head's. She'd be lying if she said it was one of her favorite perks to stretch out across one side and still have room for her books and notes for days she wanted to stay in bed to work.
Ginny changed into a spare shirt and Hermione settled next to her. They talked back and forth about love and boys from when they were young. Ginny said Malfoy was a cute little boy but his father really screwed him up and Hermione agreed. They gossiped about Harry as a baby and Ginny shared a few embarrassing moments of her brother's when they were going through puberty. Hermione wished sleep came as easy to her as it did to her friend.
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