Cold water washed over her. She woke up with a start. Malfoy was leaning over with a frown on his face. What was Malfoy doing here?
She looked around, she was near the lake. Then she looked back at Malfoy and his frown disappeared, replaced with a smirk. She was lying on the ground on a dark green robe. Malfoy had taken off his robe for her?
'What happened?' his smirk turned positively evil. Then it all came rushing back to her. Him catching her when she fainted, the words he said. That he wanted to shag her in the Forbidden forest.
Blood rushed to her face, staining her cheeks crimson. Her eyes closed tightly, remembering the words he had said:
No, but if you think that is funny, wait till you hear this. I was actually going to haul you in there to shag you senseless. Is that funny also?
Did he mean it? And honestly, it didn't repulse her. They weren't the best of friends, they got along when necessary, and there was no doubt that Malfoy was anything if not gorgeous.
He still had his white-blond hair that managed to brush against the collar of his white dress shirt underneath his sweater vest. His eyes on the other hand were different yet the same. The same precious bluish- silver, they stood against the paleness of his skin. He still had the pointed chin and patrician features, but they were more enhanced, from the war or from something else. She had no idea.
'You fainted a half an hour ago, I didn't want to take you to the infirmacy seeing how you only got out this morning. I didn't think you would take too kindly on spending another day in that Hell hole,' he said, holding her head up with his hand.
'Thank you,' what else was she supposed to say? Did you mean what you said before? Can I take you up on your offer when she was so obviously scared of the intimacy that could be shared between female and male? Hah, he would laugh in her face.
Something she wasn't going to let happen. She'd just pretend that nothing happened, she had been doing that a lot lately. What is one more day?
'You're welcome,' he murmured in return, gently picking her up and wrapping his robes around her shoulders.
It wasn't cold, but it was sweet that he wanted her to be okay.
'I guess I'll just go back to the castle, then,' she replied, forgetting entirely that they came out here to talk about something.
She turned but halted when he whispered her name. Oh, Merlin, he has never said her name like that... Hermione...
'Hermione, please don't go yet. We still haven't talked,' he took her hand and gestured to the lake.
The heat that came from such personal contact send her heart lurching. His hand was so warm and it cradled her delicate hand. She looked at him, making sure, of course, that he wasn't looking at her, and mesmerized his every feature.
What was so different today that he was sweet and considerate? Something...
But for some reason, she hoped that this wasn't some game. She would be utterly crushed if in the end Malfoy said she was ugly and that he was too pure to hang amongst her filth.
Everything was going to be fine. If he indeed did that, she could always hex him like she wanted to hex Ron.
'So, I hear that you and Weasel aren't together anymore?' he inquired.
Pulling her hand away, she muttered. 'It's true. We are not together anymore.'
'Do you mind if I ask why?'
'Actually, I do. Sorry,' telling Malfoy that she broke up with her boyfriend because A: he almost raped her and B: she was scared of sex. It just wasn't going to happen.
She wondered what he would do with that piece of information. Probably gawk at her and run and tell his pals. Simple, really. Malfoy still had information that he spread like an airborne disease, and he still managed to hurt people in the process.
So, she was going to keep this to herself.
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude,' his voice held a concerned note that sent her head snapping in his direction. He added, 'Personally, I think Weasel is in fact a Weasel, a little obnoxious, and very annoying. You guys don't seem to have a lot in common.'
His words saddened her, for it was true. It was like an obligation to get together, forced on her by Molly, who loved her like her own daughter. Ron and her were just fabricated for the people who wanted it the most; Harry, all the Weasels, and Hogwarts.
But it was over, and that was fine. She would move on, and looking at Malfoy, she knew exactly who to move on with.
Well, no, she wished. If Malfoy touched her like Ron touched, she would skyrocket to Heaven then die from asphyxiation.
'Anyway, I heard some news from your boyfriend, that you Hermione, were afraid of sex,' he murmured into her ear.
She closed her eyes and breathed. Oh, Merlin, he already knew... he already knew.
She willed herself not to faint, just to sigh dreamily when nothing but amusement danced in Malfoy's eyes.
'And I was thinking, that maybe I could help with that,' he continued.
'Help with what?' she whispered, not quite sure what else to say.
'With this,' and with that he pulled her closer and kissed her senseless, and surprisingly she didn't faint.
Surprisingly indeed.
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