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"Don't kid yourself
And don't fool yourself
This life could be the last
And we're young to see..."

-Blackout- Muse

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Draco looked down at Hermione with a worry in his gut that he had never felt before for anyone, other than himself and his mother. After she had fallen backwards from the table and hit her head on the floor, they had all quickly moved her to the living room. She was lying on the carpet now, her head turned to one side with nasty bruise forming on the side of her face where her head had connected with the wood.

“What’s wrong with her?” he heard Ron ask from behind him.

“Don’t you think I’d do something about it Weasley,” he snarled at the red head. “If I knew what was wrong with her?”

Draco placed his ear over her mouth to see if she was breathing. His heart nearly stopped when he realized that she wasn’t and his fingers quickly went to her wrist to feel for a pulse.

“She’s not breathing!” he told the others, his voice panicked. Suddenly, he remembered a muggle procedure that had learned in his one term of muggle studies about bringing a person back to life.

“We can do CPI,” Ron suggested, voicing Draco‘s idea.

“It’s CPR, you idiot,” Draco snapped at him.

“Take off her clothes,” Ferro said, thrusting Harry and Ron aside to stand next to Malfoy. He handed the shocked blonde a kitchen knife

“What?!” Draco, Ron and Harry exclaimed at the same time. Draco threw a look at the other two before continuing. “I’m not going to take her clothes off in front of everyone!”

Ferro’s eyes flashed. “If you want her to live, you’ll do what I say!”

Biting his lip at the irony that the first time he’d be undressing his girlfriend was in front of five other people, Draco cut her thick sweater with shaking precision, down the middle. Quickly ripping the Weasley abomination of what they called clothing from her slender frame, he then cut open her shirt, leaving her in a black bra. Moving back from her, Draco scowled with jealously as the others stared at Hermione half naked, sprawled on the floor.

Ferro snapped out of whatever trance he was in after a couple of seconds and got on his knees beside Hermione. He muttered something under his breath, while holding his palms over her stomach and blue lights shone from his hands onto her ivory skin. Suddenly the lights flashed red and the faerie then made an intricate pattern with his finger while keeping his other palm out. The flashing of the lights stopped.

Draco felt anger flare and noticed that Ron had gone completely red with fury, as Ferro leaned over Hermione and placed his mouth on heir’s, obviously for mouth to mouth necessitation. Her chest rose as he exhaled and he did it a couple of more times before she began to breath on her own. Ferro stood and stepped back with a smile on his lips.

They watched as she took deep breaths, waiting for her to regain consciousness. Draco was about to say something to the faerie when Hermione shot up as if she’d been stabbed, screaming.

Everyone jumped with surprise and whipped back around to look at her. She was shrieking incoherent words, her hand over her heart and her chest moving up and down rapidly. She seemed to calm down after a moment as they stared at her with shock. Looking down at her almost naked upper half, her eyes widened and she looked back up at them. Draco was about to try to beat Harry and Ron and get to her first, when she spoke.

“Why am I in my bra?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

There was stunned silence before Hilde let out a relieved laugh and rushed over to Hermione, draping a blanket over her shoulders. “You scared us out of our wits, young lady.”

Hermione drew the blanket tighter around her body with one hand, and pressed the other to her head as if she was thinking. Raising her eyes to look at the six men surrounding her, she asked, “What happened?”

“You knocked yourself out,” Ron told her, his eyes still worried as he watched her take another shuddering breath.

She fervently shook her head. “I think I blacked out before. I remember falling backwards and then darkness, but I never felt myself hit anything. I would’ve felt the floor first and then I would’ve been knocked out.”

“You weren’t breathing,” Draco said to her softly. He wanted to go over to her but she looked as though she wanted her space.

“I remember pain in my stomach and then waking up,” Hermione said, her gaze meeting his. “But what was wrong?”

Ferro spoke up from beside his housekeeper. “Something shocked you so much that your heart had stopped beating. Did you see anything while you were unconscious?”

“No,” Hermione said, standing up and wobbling a little. Harry reached out to steady her but she brushed him away. “I don’t think so.”

They watched as she made her way past them, getting to the foot of the steps before Meier stopped her.

“You aren’t going to eat?” he asked. “It may do you some good to have food in your stomach.”

She shook her head. “I just need some sleep.”

Hilde gasped in amazement, and the other stared at her with surprise, as Hermione conjured another shirt with the movement of her finger. She slipped it on before levitating the blanket back to the housekeep, who gave her a sad smile. Hermione slowly made her way up the steps, disappearing from their sight.

“She does wandless magic?” Draco asked, turning around to face Meier, who shrugged.

“She obviously has more of our blood in her than she thinks,” Ferro said, walking back to the dining room to finish his dinner.


Hermione was sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, looking out the window. The lights were off so that she could observe the night sky better. She noted that the stars were unusually bright and mentally asked herself what the centaurs would be predicting. Looking down at her hands clasped over her knees, Hermione noticed that she was trembling. She kept replaying what she had seen when she blacked out over and over again in her head. Whatever happened had physically drained her and she felt more tired than she had in days; it had taken all of her strength just to walk to the steps and climb them.

Her door cracked open, squeaking as it went and Hermione spun around, ready to snap at Harry or Ron, whom she suspected would come by. She really didn’t need their pestering right now. Instead, as it had happened before, Draco was standing there, leaning against the doorway. He was shirtless and Hermione was entranced at how his compact muscles moved underneath his skin as he made his way towards her.

She held her breath when the bed sunk a little as he got on. Not knowing what to do, Hermione stayed silent as he slid closer to her.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

She refused and bit her lip, training her eyes on the dying tree outside of the window. He hooked one long finger underneath her chin and forced her head up so that she could meet his eyes. He looked worried and she managed a watery smile.

“I’m not going to ask you what happened,” Draco told her, the tone of his voice assuring her that his decision was final

His words made her ache for some reason, and she had a sudden urge to touch him. So she did, running her fingers over the rifts in his stomach that his muscles made. Draco stared at her motions for a moment before he grabbed her wrist, drawing her hands away from his skin. He pulled her against him so that she rested between his open legs, her head laying on his chest. Hermione sighed at the skin on skin contact and shivered as he drew lazy circles on her shoulder blades.

“You scared me,” he said, looking down at her. She raised her head so that she meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

His fingers made their way into her hair before he continued. “I’ve never been that scared for anyone else other than my mother, you know.”

“I know,” Hermione said, cracking a large smile. “If I couldn’t read your eyes, I’d think that you were lying just to get a good shag.”

“If I wanted that, I would’ve accomplished it a long time ago,” he assured her with a grin, his hands slipping down the curve of her back. “Why would I be on a suicidal mission of dating you when I could’ve just taken what I wanted a long time ago?”

“So you’re saying that I’m killing you?” Hermione asked playfully, her voice muffled by his chest.

“I’ve never gone through this much trouble to get what I wanted,” he said. “But now that I have you, it feels good.”

“Was that another compliment?” she questioned, once more drawing her fingers over his marble like skin. “It sounds like you went through a war so you could date me.”

“I did,” Draco answered. “Mainly with trying to get you to understand how I felt. It’s only going to get worse when our friends find out.”

Hermione shrugged. “I hope not because that would cause a rather large problem.”

Silence enveloped them and she turned her head so that she could once more look out the window. She was snapped out of her reverie a couple of seconds later when Draco spoke.

“When we get back to Hogwarts, I want you to be careful around Blaise.”

Not wanting to ruin the moment, Hermione bit her tongue and kept silent, burrowing closer to the hard body beneath her. If she answered, she knew that she would argue with him about her competence to defend herself. Draco shifted and kissed her on the top of her head and moved so that he could get up. Hermione quickly grabbed his wrist to keep him from leaving.

“I want you to stay Draco.”

“What?”

She sighed and drew back. “I want you to stay with me. Just lay with me, Draco.”

“Why, Hermione, so early on in the relationship?” Draco said humorously, raising an eyebrow as she turned red. “I never thought that you’d-”

“Not like that, you prat,” Hermione said. “I just want to be with you right now.”

His grin still on his face, he slid back onto the bed. He laid on his back and mentally thanked any deity he could think of as Hermione positioned herself so that one leg was thrown over his and her face was buried into his neck. She tilted her face and planted a soft kiss on his lips, which Draco returned with fervor. Pulling away after a moment, she gave him a sleepy smile.

He pressed another kiss to the top of her head. He felt her chest rise against his as her breathing became slower. The scent of vanilla filled his nose and he breathed it in, wondering why he never realized how good she smelled before. As Draco looked down at Hermione, whose eyes had finally closed with exhaustion, he realized that for the fourth time, he was watching the beautiful woman in his arms, sleep.

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