Hermione had to stay in the hospital ward for three days afterwards, instructed by Madame Pomfrey, just to make sure she was okay. Hermione also had to undergo a magical surgery which removed the dead baby inside of her, this was a hard time for her and Draco, but they made it through and kept what Ginny said about being able to try again and again, fresh in their minds. School was tough for Draco, with two weeks of make-up homework to do, along with the homework assigned, but Hermione stayed up late with him to help, no matter how much Draco protested. It was usually not allowed for the opposite sex to stay up late together in their opposite common rooms, but because they were engaged and drowned with homework, Dumbledore permitted it.
The school days were winding down quickly, almost too quickly. Tests were starting, N.E.W.T.s were hard and they were not looking forward to them. They were however looking forward to the seventh year's end-of-the-year dance. This dance would take place a week before graduation. N.E.W.T.s however...takes place this week.
'I hope all this studying pays off...' Hermione sighed, lying on her stomach, surrounded by books.
'Hermione, you are brilliant, of course you are going to do well. You always do.' Harry said reassuridly.
'I do well, because I study my butt off.' Hermione retorted.
'Baby, you'll do fine. Don't worry.' Draco said calmly as he gently rubbed his fingers around the small of her back.
The group was in the library together on the floor, books (mainly Hermione's) all tossed about them.
'You guys, what am I going to do next year when you guys are gone? Who am I going to study with?' Ginny asked desperately.
'That weird Creevey kid.' Lavender said laughing.
'Why, so he can take pictures of me since i'm the Famous Harry Potter's girlfriend?' Ginny said sarcastically.
'Wow...that's a pretty high standard you've worked yourself into. Harry Potter's girlfriend.' Parvati laughed.
'No standard whatsoever.' Harry moaned.
'Yeah,' Ron added, 'Harry's just plain ol' Harry. He's not a celebrity.'
'Whatever, Weasley.' Draco replied, 'No matter how much you guys try to deny it, Harry is a celebrity in the wizarding world. But I don't think it's anything his girlfriend should worry about.'
'Okay, I don't mean to be the party pooper, but we do have tests coming up, and I don't think figuring out Harry's status in the world helps us very much.' Hermione snapped.
Everyone stared at her for a few seconds and then laughed out loud.
'Shhh!' Madame Pince said trying to quiet the group down.
The group kept laughing, but shushed it.
Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed her books, and left the library.
Draco looked at the group and rolled his eyes.
'I'll see you guys later.' he groaned, 'Has she always been this uptight during testing times?'
'Yes!' Everyone cried.
'Oh, I feel bad for when you start planning the wedding...' Ginny laughed.
'Oh Merlin help me...' Draco sighed as he ran off.
The group laughed at the opposite couple, and went back to "studying".
Hermione held her things tightly as she quickly walked to the stairs.
'Hermione, stop!' Draco cried.
She did. She turned around waiting for him.
'What?' she snapped, 'I have studying to do.'
'Hermione, you really shouldn't be so freaked out about tests. It's not healthy. We were just trying to lighten up the mood.'
'Well, while you guys joke and laugh about whatever you were talking about, I have to study, so I figured I just leave so you can continue.'
'Baby, i'm sorry, but you really don't have to be so uptight.'
She glared at him and turned on her heel and proceeded up the steps.
Draco rolled his eyes again and bound up the stairs.
'Hermione...c'mon.' Draco cooed grabbing her waist.
'Why can't you just let me go and study?' Hermione asked.
'I just want you to know that you don't have to worry so much.'
'Ok. I know. Now let me go.'
Draco nodded sadly as he let go of her. She brushed passed him and went upstairs.
He went back to the library.
'Where's Hermione?' Ron asked.
'She went to study.' Draco said quickly.
'Wow, Draco Malfoy couldn't get Hermione to come back?' Ginny asked.
Draco gave her one of those let-it-go looks.
'Oop, never mind.' she said smirking.
Draco grabbed his books and walked toward the doors.
'Well, i'm gonna go keep Hermione company.' Draco said.
'See you later.' they others said.
Draco went up the stairs, taking two at a time. He went into the Gryffindor common room, assuming she would be there in her room, he was correct.
'Draco...' she sighed as she looked up at him prancing through the doors.
'I'm here to study with you and keep you company.' he replied.
'Draco, I don't need a study buddy. I just need peace and quiet.' she said calmly.
'I'll be quiet.' he said reluctantly.
'No you won't.'
'I promise.'
She nodded eventually and he sat down across from her, opening his books.
He didn't look into his books. He just stared up at her, she continued to look into her books, even though she knew Draco was gazing at her. She could feel his icy blue eyes looking down at her, every part of her. Since it was testing week, they didn't have to wear uncomfortable robes. She was wearing comfortable short white shorts and a pink and teal tank top, that cut low, revealing cleavage. He liked what she was wearing. He had a good view of things he wished to look at. She felt his eyes down her shirt so she repositioned herself upwards so there wasn't a straight shot down her tank top. He moved his eyes to her lips. She couldn't concentrate on her work...but she didn't want Draco to know. She wanted to look at him, but she knew if she did...her work wouldn't get done. Her lips suddenly felt dry, but she didn't want to wet them, for Draco would think she was trying to turn him on. She couldn't handle it anymore.
'DRACO!' she cried.
He fell backwards. He was thrown out of his dirty thoughts.
'What??' he asked.
'I can't study with you staring at me!' she said annoyed.
He moved in close to her face.
'Then don't study.'
He moved his lips to her's, preparing to kiss her, she almost gave in, but then quickly pulled away.
'No, Draco, you said you'd let me study. If i'm making out with you, I can't be studying now can I?'
'Hermione...testing is very stressful for me, too. I need something to take my mind off of it.'
'Well, what did you do before you went out with me?' she asked.
'I dunno...Blaise and I would mess around.'
Her eyes widened. He then turned red.
'Wait!' he cried suddenly, 'Wait, I don't mean like you and I mess around, I mean like the way... two straight, heterosexual males mess around.'
She laughed.
'Haha, okay, Draco.'
'Okay like we can mess around??' he asked hopefully. 'No. I mean okay I believe the thing about you and Blaise.' she said giving him a look. 'Now are you going to let me study?'
'Mmhm.' he said nodding.
'Okay.'
She went back to her books, he tried. That didn't work out too well. Hermione stretched her legs out, her short shorts revealing lots of leg. She stretched her arms up, revealing a firm stomach peeking out of the small tank top.
'Oh god...' he thought, 'Oh please just let me jump on you...'
She then rolled her head back, stretching her neck. Draco felt his pants getting tighter. Hermione then shook her head, hair falling around her neck. Draco couldn't handle anymore whatsoever. He suddenly pushed his books away, and threw himself over to Hermione. She looked at him questionably. He pushed her down against the floor and kneeled over her. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. She protested at first, but then she was turned on by his sudden force, and kissed him back, pulling him on top of her. He straddled her waist as his tongue searched her's. Her fingers ran through his now chin length, soft blonde hair. They both let quiet moans escape from their mouths as they made out on the floor. His hands were at her shoulders, but they made their way down to the end of her tank top. His fingers softly moved up along the inside of her shirt. They stopped went he felt the beginning of her bra. His hands then moved to her back, where he lifted her slightly from the floor, and unclasped her strapless bra. He pulled the bra out from under her tank top. He pulled his lips away from her's to look down at her chest. Her hardened nipples showed through the light tank top material easily. He then looked back at her devilishly as he lowed his face to her neck, his lips giving her neck light bites. His hands reached, again, down to the bottom of her tank top. He pulled it upwards, until it was pulled over her head. His lips then moved down to her breasts. As he sucked, he felt her hips rise brushing against the inside of his thighs. This made him smile. He felt her fingers on his face, she pulled his head up to her's and kissed him. As she did she pulled his loose black t-shirt off of his body. Her hands searched his strong chest as he kissed her.
Her door suddenly flew open.
Draco pushed himself on top of Hermione, trying to cover her bare chest. They both looked up.
'Hey guys.' Blaise said nonchalantly.
'Draco...' Hermione gritted though her teeth.
'Umm...Zambini, what do you what?? We're kinda in the middle of something!' Draco cried.
'Oh, I was bored and I was gonna go play some quidditch and I was gonna ask if you wanted to come, Draco.' Blaise replied, in no rush whatsoever.
'Umm...how bout no.' Draco snapped, 'Kinda doing something!'
'Okay, whatever, have fun.' he smiled, 'Have a nice fuck.'
Draco rolled his eyes. Blaise turned and left. Draco looked back down at Hermione. Her face was bright red.
'Oh my god...' she sighed, 'That was so embarrassing...'
'I'm sorry.'
'How'd he get in here??' she asked frantically.
'I dunno...he always somehow finds ways to get into places he's not supposed to.' Draco chuckled, 'And that's why I call him my best friend.'
Hermione shook her head in disapproval, even though she knew he was joking.
'This was a mistake, Draco. Blaise was a sign. I have to study now.' she said pushing him off of her. She proceeded to put her bra and shirt back on.
'It was a mistake?' he asked her curiously, 'I'm sorry, baby, but even though you've given yourself to me a few times before, I still desire and lust for you. It's really hard for me, for some reason, not to fuck you periodically like I used to.'
'Don't talk like that. You know I don't like that word.'
'What? Fuck?'
'Yes. We've discussed this before.'
'That's all we do now. Discuss.' he complained as he put his shirt on.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
'Well, i'm sorry I have goals in life that I need to study for in order to accomplish them.' she sneered, setting her books back up. Their little make out session put them in disarray.
He shot her a painful look.
'Goals? What...you don't think I have goals?'
'I didn't say that. You do have goals. Have sex with me and have fun. Those are two goals. I'm sorry, i'm not helping you out with one of them.'
'You're not helping me out with either.' he snorted. 'I have goals, Granger.' 'Granger? Oh, ok, Mr. High and Mighty. We're back to last names? Why not call me mudblood while you're at it.'
She regretted immediately saying that. She knew how sorry he was for calling her that in the past. It was wrong of her to bring it up again.
'Draco, i'm sorry-' she started.
'No,' he interrupted her, 'Study. That's what your best at.'
He then stood up, gathered his books, and left the room.
She sat alone, heart-broken, and she knew he was too.
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Draco walked back to the Slytherin common room alone and angry. Heart- broken was also thrown into the mix of emotions.
'She doesn't think I have goals.' he said to himself. 'I have goals...'
He repeated this in his head. He then realized he didn't know what his goals were.
'What are my goals?' he asked himself.
He decided one goal was to marry Hermione. He loved her, no matter how frickin' paranoid she could get about tests and school. Another goal, to stop his father. He said a password and walked into the Slytherin common room. Blaise laid there on a couch reading a magazine.
'Hey fucker.' Blaise said without taking his eyes of the magazine.
Draco looked at him. Blaise was turning the magazine in different positions.
'What are you doing?' Draco asked him.
'Figuring out which position I like this chick better in.'
Draco looked at the cover. It had naked girls on it.
'Oh.' Draco replied, 'I'm gonna be in my room.'
'Mmk...whatever.' Blaise responded, not having a clue what Draco just said.
Draco sat down at his desk and pulled out a scroll and quill.
'Goals...' he said aloud as he wrote it at the top of the scroll. He started to write. He thought deeply has he wrote. He really wanted to figure out what his goals were. Hermione, stupid brilliant Hermione, had said something that effected him. After a few minutes of writing he realized he hadn't eaten that day. His stomach told him to go get food, so he got up and left.
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Hermione sat there for at least a half hour, attempting to study. She couldn't. There wasn't a sound in the room, but she still couldn't. Draco kept popping into her head. She found herself reading the same line over and over: 'Primus means prior, antus also means prior, but only in relation in time.'
'God damn you, Draco.' she sighed.
She couldn't help feeling guilty about the argument. If she wanted to study, she had to apologize to Draco. She got up to find him.
-
She mumbled a password Draco told her and walked into the common room. Blaise was still looking at the magazine. It was in an upside down position.
'Hey, Blaise.'
'Mmhm.' he mumbled.
'Draco in his room?'
'Mmhm.' he repeated. Eyes staring at the magazine.
She raised an eyebrow and went to Draco's door. She knocked, no answer. She went in.
'Draco?' she called.
'Not in here I guess.'
She was about to leave when she saw the open jar of ink.
'Doesn't Draco care about his stuff drying out??' she said aloud in an annoyed tone. Then she added, 'I guess he doesn't care. He can afford it.'
She walked over to put the items away. She saw the scroll. The ink was still wet.
'Goals.' she read aloud, 'Number one, Marry Hermione.'
The first one hit her like a wall of bricks. Draco Malfoy's top priority was to marry her. She felt her stomach flip. She read on.
'Goal number two, Stop my father. Number three, Take mother away from Lucius. Number four, Take back Malfoy Manor. Number five, Achieve something great in life so she's proud of me.'
Hermione's heart dropped. She knew who that 'she' was. It was herself. She felt horrible.
'He thinks i'm not proud of him?' she asked herself.
She thought for a long time. How could she not be proud of him? After every thing he's gone through. After all he's fought for. He made prefect and head boy, he get's good grades, even when he doesn't try that hard. He cares for his mother, protects her and his fiancee from death eaters and Voldemort, even if it means risking his own life. He may not have strong educational goals, like Hermione, but his were far greater. He had passionate goals. Goals that were never able to be reached because of his past life. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sound behind her. She turned and saw Draco leaning in his doorway. She then felt something move down her face. She reached up and felt wetness. She hadn't even realized she was crying.
'What are you doing?' he asked, arms crossed, not angrily, just with frustration.
His eyes were looking at the scroll in her hand. She looked down at it too.
'What are you doing?' he asked again.
'I...I...' she stuttered.
He walked over to her and took the scroll out of her hands and placed it in a drawer.
'Aren't you supposed to be studying?' he asked her.
'I couldn't.' she muttered.
'Why not?'
'Because of you.'
'Me? My not being there has never stopped you before.' he snapped.
'Draco...i'm so proud of you.' she said, tears cascading down her pretty, forlorn face.
He knew she was talking about his 'Goals' paper. She continued talking, as the tears continued also.
'I'm so sorry I said you didn't have any goals. I was just upset that my inner desires over came my conscience, i'm not used to that. I was just mad that I didn't want to study. I wanted to be with you, but I told myself I couldn't. It was wrong of me to accuse you of not having goals. It was wrong of me to say that kissing you was a mistake. I was wrong and i'm sorry.'
'I don't have real goals.' he replied. 'I was wrong, too. You do have goals. High goals that you've worked toward as long as i've known you and I was being selfish by asking you to stop working toward them because of my stupid male hormones. I'm sorry, Hermione, I know how much grades and school mean to you.'
She stepped close to him and put her hands in his.
'Draco, your goals were beautiful. They are far greater than mine because they are what you are passionate about. You've been mistreated before, and now you want to make up for it all. You want to make your life better, and the lives of those who were effected along with you, like your mother. Draco, those are unbelievably noble goals, and i'm so sorry for doubting you.'
He smiled and nodded.
'You don't need to achieve something great in life, you already have. You turned your life around. The Malfoy name has always been linked to Voldemort and being death eater, but not you. You decided you wanted more out of life, and worked for it. This is the part of you that has made me love you, this is the part of you that makes you, you. You are different from any other Malfoy that has ever lived, and now the name Malfoy will mean something different...because of something you, Draco, did.'
She went on her tip toes and kissed him.
'And I love you.' she added.
'Thank you.' he sighed.
She smiled.
'And by the way, baby, you said that it was really hard for you not to periodically have your way with me,' she said in a sensual voice, 'Well, it's not like I don't want to jump on you ever time I see you.'
'Good.' he smiled, 'I was starting to think I physically bored you.'
'Bored? Of you?? Draco, I swear, if I could i'd just mess around with you all day if I could. Even when you wear a beater, I wanna kill myself. Your body is absolutely perfect.' she purred.
'Really? Beaters, eh? Make you a little warm in the shorts, huh?' he asked, obviously thinking about something, 'Same goes with you when you wear those little tank tops of yours. Like the one your wearing now.'
'Oh? This old thing?' she asked bopping her shoulders. Draco then leaned his face toward her neck and brushed his lips along her jaw line until he reached her ear.
'I can't wait until we graduate and leave Hogwarts,' he whispered, 'I have lots of...sexual frustration I need to relieve...'
This sent shivers down her spine. Graduation was only three weeks away.
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