Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Passing Notes ❯ Lover's Dream ( Chapter 8 )

Author Note: First I would like to apologize for the horridly long delay in posting, I have had a very busy time with moving into my new apartment, starting school again and working a new shit job that I hate more than my old one. This chapter IS the one you voted on so be looking out for that. Again I'm sorry and I will try and keep up with posting once again. THANK YOU!! Amy.

 

!!!!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!!! This chapter, thanks to the vote, contains a very descriptive lemon! If that is not your thing, skip down about four pages then begin reading. A line of *** will mark the “Safe zone” where you can start reading again. ENJOY!!

 

The room was dark when I entered it, the moonlight being my only aid. I looked around while loosening my tie, making sure nothing was out of place. I could see all the papers I had left on my desk staked and sorted into tiny piles. That made me smile. I threw my tie on the stacks and looked to the bed as to find the reason behind my now tidy desk where a large lump laid in the middle of it. The plush green comforter made up most of the bulk as a large mass of curls made up the rest. I knew returning late would leave me alone when I arrived but I had some hope that perhaps she had stayed awake to greet me.

 

Her day must have been just as long as mine since the dipping of the bed as I sat on it did not disturb her. I chuckled a bit; she was an unusually light sleeper, which had caused us to buy a lush and expensive mattress. The salesmen claimed it would prevent her from ever feeling me enter or leave the bed, he misjudged her sensitivity and she still complained of the swaying. For her not to moan and bat me on the arm meant that she was out for the night and I would be out a welcome home kiss.

 

I shucked off my shoes and socks and rose, walking to our bathroom. I went through the usual motions of readying for bed, trying to be as silent as physically able. Though I had gained some bulk since my seeker days I was anything but large, however, when I tried to be stealthy I only succeeded in sounding like a bull in a china shop. I rushed and was trying to get into bed and not disturb her when I noticed her large brown eyes staring at me.

 

“I didn't mean to wake you.” I whispered to her, just in cause she was still trapped in her dreams.

 

She smiled a tired grin at me and rubbed her face a bit into the pillow, “I know.” Her voice was a bit deeper from her slumber and only made her seem more beautiful.

 

I took her awaken state as an opportunity to move into the bed and become comfortable under the covers. I touched her arm, testing to see if she had fallen asleep again only to have her pull my arm under her as she lay on her stomach. I smiled at her as I pulled her close to me.

 

“Enjoying it while you can?” I asked as I tried to smooth her wild mane back and kiss her forehead.

 

I heard her sigh before she pulled my forearm up to her mouth and kissed it. “You laugh but you know how much I love sleeping on my stomach, it's hard not doing it for months.”

 

I pulled her tighter at the reference of our newly discovered child. It had only been a week since we found out we were pregnant but I was already overjoyed. The idea of my child growing inside of her always made me swell with joy. I moved my hand down to her still flat stomach and imagined what it would be like in the months to come. That only made me want to pull her closer and kiss her, which is exactly what I did.

 

I turned her so she was facing me and cupped her face in my palms. Her hands flattened against my chest as she weaved her legs with mine. I could never explain the lust I held for her, not from the moment it first emerged to the present. It was always unchecked, powerful and controlling. It was the reason behind my break from my family to my turning to help the people I once considered enemies. As long as I could hold her in my arms she held all control over me and she was always happy to exploit it.

 

She rolled me on my back and used our entwined legs to steady her atop. Her hands had moved from my chest down to my belly button where she flicked and played with it for a moment. She always thought it fun to play with my belly button though I will never understand why. Something about it being so cute, though the appeal behind a belly button is lost to me.

 

I moved my hands from her face to her soft yet untamable hair. A focus of my profound tormenting it was now my favorite trait, distinctly her. No matter where we went I could always pick her out of a crowd and I adorned it. I wrapped my fingers in the curls and gave a light tug pulling a moan from past her lips in the process. She kissed me harder, pushing her lips fiercely to mine and finally leaving my button alone to play with my nipples. That forced a moan from me. She knew just where to go and what to do to get those.

 

She broke our kiss and planted small licks and kisses trailing down my neck to my shoulders. Both hands now toyed with both my nipples and I left one hand stuck in her hair and the other to enjoy her body. She had such a body. Tight and firm, she had beautifully engorged breasts from the pregnancy that had only become more sensitive than before. I couldn't help but exploit that factor by gently flicking her already perked nipple. She gasped loudly and arched toward me. Her ministrations seemed to be derailed for the time being as she focused on what I was doing. I pulled her up a bit more on my body so that her breasts were closer to my face.

 

I just the hand that had once been in her hair to steady her as the other one pulled gently on her nipple. She bucked and groaned as her head was thrown back. I continued to switch from soft swipes to semi-hard tugs. To hard and she would scold me for being rough, though she would enjoy it no matter. I looked at her face to see her watching me before I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth. Instantly her had was behind my head forcing me harder against her breast. I licked and batted it with my mouth as she continued to squirm in my arms. I flicked my tongue quickly back and forth as I stopped randomly and sucked her.

 

She was panting, seeming too becoming unglued when I felt her tug on my hair pulling me away from her breast and to her awaiting mouth. She was ardent in the way she forced me to kiss her. It wasn't long until she broke our kiss once more and moved down, this time leading to my own nipples.

 

It was my turn to become unglued as she licked and batted and sucked. As she sucked one nipple into her mouth she would use her other hand to pulled and pinch the other making my cock jump. When she bit me softly I couldn't help but groan as I could feel the pre-cum starting to spill from my tip. She was straddling my leg now and I could feel her juices starting to drip onto my leg. She was so wet.

 

I couldn't ignore it, I flipped us so I was on top and kissed again as I repositioned her legs. I cupped my legs under her knees and pushed the up so she was spread and open to me. I tried to get the tip in the right spot without using my hand but my impatience got the better of me and I grabbed my cock and moved it to her opening. She was sobbing wet as I started to enter her and we both moaned in unison as I slipped quickly inside.

 

She seemed to be molded to fit me perfectly, still so tight. I started slow; making sure my dick was lubricated enough before I began to go faster. I bent my head down and took a nipple into my mouth as I moved her legs father apart to get deeper. She was howling, scratching my back, demanding I go deeper. I obeyed, I always obeyed and she seemed to get ever louder. I could hear the bed moaning as well as it seemed to rock with us. I toyed with her breasts constantly moving from one nipple to the other, making sure both were well looked after.

 

I could tell she was getting close as she started to hold her breath, releasing it with a groan. At some point she had forced me away, moving so that she could suck and kiss my neck. As she got closer she began to bite down causing me to all but scream from the pleasure pain combo. I could feel my balls tightening as I too was coming close. The feel of her slick pussy and her breasts bouncing with my thrusts, to her biting and scratching me was so overwhelming that when she began to shiver in my arms from her orgasm I released with her, spilling everything I had inside of her.

 

Neither of us moved as we tried to regain our breaths. I smoothed her hair whispering to her how incredible she is. I moved to kiss her when I heard our bedroom door open.

 

*****

 

“Mommy, Daddy, I can' sleep.” I rolled off of Hermione as I tried to gain my composure in the presence of my eldest son.

 

“What's wrong Scorpius?” It was Hermione who seemed to gain her composure first and was trying to remain discreet in her lack of dress.

 

“Bad Dweems”. I smiled at what everyone called the clone of me as he wobbled over to our bed, hoping for an invite in. I sat up, knowing that me being naked from the waist down was not unusual and picked him up.

 

“It's ok son, it was only a dream.”

 

I sat up in bed sweating and panting. What the hell? I looked around, making sure that I was once again back in my dorm room and not in the one I shared in my dream.

 

“It was only a dream.” I whispered to myself as I fell back onto my pillows. That line bringing a strange sense of deja vu as the dream began to fade from memory. I looked around the dorm as I tried to gain my composure once again.

 

I looked out the window and saw that it was still dark. It was either late evening or very early morning, either way I knew I would not be returning to sleep tonight. The task he -who-should-not-be-named had given me had been taking its toll. How he expected me to actually kill Dumbledore was beyond my understanding. Though the wizard was batty he seemed invincible. He was smart, though I would love denying it, he was and I just had no idea what to do to get to him.

 

I moved out of bed, rearranging my boxers back into place, and walked to the trunk at the end of my bed. I looked around to make sure everyone was asleep before I dug in and pulled out a small box. Inside was the coin I would need to contact Rosmetra to tell her to give the necklace away.

 

“What are you looking at Malfoy?” I turned to see Zabini sitting up in his bed. He had his head cocked to the side and seemed to have a knowing look.

 

I put it back in my trunk and closed the top; I should have looked better to make sure everyone was asleep. The last thing I needed was for Zabini to be breathing down my neck even harder. I didn't know where his loyalties laid and even if I did I still didn't need him in my business. I stood and moved to get back in my bed.

 

“Not in a sharing mood?” I pulled my comforter back and sat on the edge of my bed.

 

“No.” I pulled my legs off the floor and quickly tucked them into the warmth of my sheets.

 

I could hear him chuckle before his own sheets rustled and stilled. I lay there, trying to will myself to sleep but it was no good. All I could think about was the hogsmead trip later in the day and how Hermione would be going.

 

He wished he could tell her, keep her away from the danger he was causing, but to do so would jeopardize everything. Their, connection, was fragile to say the least and to test it so soon with such a large secret would be to much. He knew the second he told of his alignment with he-who-should-not-be-named she would run off to pothead and weaselby and never speak to him again.

 

He scuffed, maybe he should tell her. Keep her away for good. But keeping her away had only distracted him more, made his nights worse. The week he went without her had been harder than he could have imagined. The pressure he felt plus the energy it took to keep up his superior façade was unbearable. These days he did not feel so mighty, he felt just as what he knew he was, a trapped slave, a pawn in a plan that held nothing good for him, only a life of blind servitude to a mad half-blood.

 

Oh the irony of it! Many thought Him to be a great pureblood but he had heard is father and Goyle Sr. talking one night and knew the truth. He was nothing but a mad mudblood. And my father followed even when faced with the truth. All my life I had been taught how lowly they were to me, how pathetic, yet here they were, following one. I know my father saw him as a means to an end, as a way to get all the vermin out of the wizarding world but they were Malfoy's. We were supposed to be the top of all pureblood families. I could never understand how we, the epitome of what a perfect pureblood family should be, would be bowing down to a master.

 

Yet I knew, he was the ticket to our power and as long as he held the ticket firm in his scaly hand he would hold our lives, my life. I did what was best for me, what would keep me safe, and following him was the only way to do it. Dumbledore couldn't save me like his precious potter.

 

I somehow fell asleep again; I didn't know it until I was once again caught in a dream.

 

I was standing in an empty classroom, Hermione in my arms. In a mere matter of hours I would go to the room of requirement and let the death eaters in. I tried to convince her to leave but her stupid Gryffindor courage kept her rooted in place, demanding answers to questions I couldn't respond too. She wanted to know what I was doing and even faced with it, knowing that I would have to kill one of the men she revered I could not have her hate me. Yet I knew that after this night she would, there was no way around it.

 

I pushed her toward the door, trying to be as stern as possible. “Stop being so fucking selfless and GO!”

 

Her cheeks were aflame with anger. Her hair was a bit tussled and her breath was jagged. “No, I will go no where until you explain to me what is going on. And don't you DARE say to me that you can't tell me because I will not hear it. Why must I leave?”

 

I clenched my fists, hating her stupid pride. “Because it is no longer safe at Hogwarts.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because it's not.” My teeth joined my fists and remained tight. I could feel myself slipping, my anger clouding my better judgment.

 

“Why isn't it Draco?!”

 

I couldn't take it; I pushed her roughly against the wall. “Because in an hour I am going to be letting death eaters into Hogwarts!”

 

Her face instantly fell. She looked horrified, disgusted even. I had expected that response but it hurt just the same to see it. She shook her head, pushing me away. “No,” She started hitting my chest. “No”, she started kicking and smacking me. “It can't be!”

 

I grabbed her arms and made her look at me, trying to stop her hysterics. “It's true and I will no matter what you say. In one hours time Hogwarts will be flooded with death eaters and there will be nothing I can do to protect you.”

 

She started fighting against my hold, trying to break free of my grasp but I wouldn't let her. Tears had started to slide down her face. “Why! Why are you doing this!? I thought you changed!?”

 

She was sobbing now and trying desperately to hit me again. I didn't feel anything, I knew this would happen, I had expected it I just didn't want it. Yet here it was and there was no going back. I was faced with two choices. I could say soothing words, try and calm her and tell her I had changed, tell her I loved her, or..

 

“My would I ever change for a Mubblood like you.” I spat at her and threw her to the ground. She stayed there a moment, not moving or attempting to rise. When she did finally move she turned on me so swiftly I had no chance to prepared and

 

BAM!

 

There was laughter and an agitated grumble as I was pulled from my dream, once again having Hermione at its core. I looked to find Crabbe on the floor, his sheets wrapped around his large girth. Goyle was stumbling to try and help untangle him as Zabini just laughed at the two.

 

“Merlin Crabbe I thought you were at LEAST smart enough to get out of bed right.” Zabini jibbed as he rose from his own bed and stretched, still chuckling at the scene on the floor. Zabini then looked over at me and smirked before walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

 

I rubbed my face and groaned, it was the day of the hogsmead trip and I was not looking forward to it. I flung my covers back and moved to the side of the bed looking for my house shoes. I glanced over at my trunk then around the room again. Crabbe had been untangled and followed Goyle in the bathroom as Zabini seemed to be nowhere in sight.

 

As everyone got ready for the trip I got ready for my detention with McGonagall. Ruddy old witch, keeping me here because I wasn't doing my homework. I just couldn't concentrate with all that was going on. I knew that today Madam Rosamerta would be using the imperious curse to have someone bring the necklace up to Hogwarts but I was a bit sick with worry. Not because I didn't think it would go to plan but because I knew Hermione was going on the Hogsmead trip and had a chance of being the one to get the package.

 

I walked over to my trunk and lifted the lid, quickly pulling out the coin I would need today. I picked out a slate grey waffle cuff sweater and slick black cotton trousers to wear under my cloak since I was not required to wear the school robes. I walked into the bathroom with the others, slipping the coin into my trouser pocket so they would not see it.

 

After quickly getting dressed and gathering what I thought I would need for detention today I went down to breakfast. Everyone was in the Great Hall talking excitedly about what they wished to do on today's trip. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore it all as I walked over to my house table.

 

The second I was near the Slytherin table I felt something attach itself to my arm. Without even looking down I knew it was my personal leech named Pansy. Her shrill voice only confirmed that thought. “Hi Drake, you're looking amazing today.” I could feel her hand on my chest, rubbing the wool of my sweater. “You know how I love when you wear grey, it really brings out your eyes.”

 

As per usual I let the comment pass and sat down next to Crabbe and Goyle who seemed to be on their eleventh helping. Blaise was staring at them with a look of utter disgust on his face. “Could you both eat like the pure bloods you are at least once in your life?” I heard him say as I placed some eggs on my plate.

 

Blaise's comment was rewarded with grunts and them attempting to eat properly but failing to do so. I could then feel Blaise's attention turn to me as Pansy pulled the toast I had placed on my plate off to eat for herself. “So Draco, excited about the Hogsmead trip?”

 

I looked up at Blaise giving him my best-irritated look as I looked back down at my plate to cut my sausages. “No Blaise I am not.”

 

That then brought Pansy's attention back to me as she stopped covering my toast with marmalade. “But Drake, why aren't you excited? You get to spend the whole day with me!”

 

I rolled my eyes, as if THAT sounded good. That comment then made me ecstatic that I was forced to stay here. I could kiss McGonagall for keeping me from a horrid day with Pansy. “Actually, I have detention with McGonagall so I wont be able to go.”

 

Pansy let out a gasp and then the most annoying groan of disappointment. My thanks for having the detention were growing with each of her irritating habits. Blaise chuckled a bit at her reaction and shook his head, placing a piece of egg in his mouth.

 

“I didn't know you had a detention. What is it for?” Goyle asked with food in his mouth.

 

I curled my nose on instinct at the disgusting sight of his half masticated food falling out of his mouth as he spoke. I swallowed and cleared my throat to keep the bile from rising as I took a bite of my sausage. “McGonagall caught me jinxing a first year and told me to report to her today.” I said after I had swallowed my food. I didn't want them to know I was beginning to get low marks in my class. Everyone expected me to get top marks and to find that I was close to failing would not be received well.

 

Pansy released a very unbecoming snort as she took another bite of my toast, the toast being the only thing she would be eating today apparently. “That stupid Bint. She is always over reacting. Jinxing a first year is not a good reason to keep you from a Hogsmead trip. No wonder you look so depressed today, I would be too if I had to spend all day with her.”

 

Everyone seemed to stop paying attention to Pansy as we fell into silence. I grabbed another piece of toast and was in the middle of buttering it when something caught my eye. Across the room sitting in between her lap dogs was the girl who had infiltrated my dreams. She seemed flushed for some reason and was currently glaring at pothead that made me smile a bit. It always satisfied me to see that they weren't getting along. Maybe it was because I loved seeing them frazzled or maybe it was the sheer fact that anything that upset Potter brought me joy. Either way I was glad to see that the day was starting off on a good note.

 

But then the sight of her and Pansy's new attempt at talking about the trip brought my worry right back. She would be leaving with the rest soon and I had no idea if she would be messed up in everything. I wished I could have convinced her to stay that way I would have had some piece of mind but I was not so fortunate. As breakfast came to a close people began to walk outside to get in line for the trip.

 

“Drake, will you walk me to the line?” Pansy asked me as she clung to my arm and tried to look cute, tried being the operative word.

 

I sighed, knowing there was no way of denying her when she had he claws wrapped around my arm and proceeded to walk her outside with the rest. It was colder than I had expected it to be and me being only in my clock and a sweater was not prepared to deal with it. “I'm going back in I have to report to McGonagall anyway.” I told her, trying to get away from her and inside to the semi-warmth as fast as possible.

 

Pansy was pulled her scarf around her mouth when I pulled away. She mumbled something I couldn't understand and tried to grab my arm again but I pulled away and just started walking. As I walked back toward the entrance I spotted the trio coming out of the doors. Hermione was dressing in her muggle clothing she seemed to love and a cloak. She had her Gryffindor scarf and hat on and though I detested the colors she looked rather lovely in them, especially with her cheeks and nose red from the cold.

 

I smirked and walked toward them, needing to release some of the stress I was feeling. I spotted Weasel wearing his ratting clock and decided that it was his turn to get it. “My Weasel, don't you look smashing in that hand me down cloak. Tell me is it warm enough under it or are all the moth holes letting the air in?”

 

I could feel Hermione staring at me, unsure of how she should react. Since our meetings I had reframed from antagonizing them, as often as I used to, but today I needed the little bit of normalcy I had left in my life, and what was more normal than me annoying Potter and his sidekick.

 

“Sod off Ferret, or I'll bounce you around just like Moody did.” He seemed pleased with himself for thinking of such a witty remark. Though that experience still affected me I did not flinch or show any reaction, not wanting them to know it was still a sour subject.

 

“Cute Weasel but your witty remarks wont make up for you lack of a proper clock. Why are you evening going to hogsmead today? I doubt you will be able to buy anything.”

 

Hermione was starting to glare at me, she obviously did not like me attacking her friends but I ignored it. She was one of the stressors that were attacking my nerves and if she would not stay to ease it then I would happily use this. Potter stepped toward me and looked me in the eye.

 

“Get out of our way Malfoy, I'm not in the mood for you today.”

 

I turned and gave my signature smirk to the scared loser and stepped aside to pass them. “Fine, I only had time for a quick batch of insults anyway. I'll be leaving you to your date Potter.” I looked at Wesley and raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn't want to keep your boyfriend waiting.” I then walked past them and right next to Hermione.

 

The two dunderheads walked away, complaining about how I always had to ruin their day, when I looked at her. She looked anything but pleased to see me but did not walk with them. “Why do you always have to attack them?” she whispered, trying not to bring attention to the fact that we were actually speaking.

 

I shrugged and smiled at her. “It's what I do.” I started to walk past her but as I did I stopped and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. I leaned toward her, making it look like I had one last insult to give her and whispered. “Remember to be safe today.”

 

She turned to look at me and I could see the question in her eyes but I let go of her hand and walked back into Hogwarts.

 

McGonagall found me seconds after I walked in the door and scolded me for not reporting right to her office after breakfast. She brought me to her classroom and told me I had to complete all the homework I had not done plus a two foot essay on why completing homework was important to my academic life and what I would do to make sure everything was completed on time. I wanted to Avada myself on the spot.

 

A half-hour in she stopped paying close attention to what I was doing and began grading papers. I looked up at her making sure she wasn't looking and pulled out the coin. I rubbed it between my cold fingers before sending the message to Rosamerta to hand out the package soon. When the words on the coin melted away and I knew the message was sent I tried to focus on the daunting task at hand.

 

After what seemed like centuries and five homework assignments later a large commotion could be heard in the hall. This being the most exciting thing that had happened to me all day I turned toward the door and tried to see what could be making the noise. A second later that stupid oaf of a grounds keeper came running in and up to McGonagall.

 

He tried to whisper but with his inability to catch his breath he had to speak up for her to hear him.

 

“Professor, Katie Bell `as bin cursed,” he stopped to catch a bit more of his breath, “Took `er to Pomfrey. Harry and `em saw the `ole thing, they're comin' in righ' now.”

 

McGonagall turned to me and I tried to keep myself together. So, she gave it to Katie Bell `eh? She must have opened the package for the necklace's curse to affect her. I couldn't help but feel relief with the fact that he hadn't run in her screaming Hermione had been the one cursed. I didn't even know I had held my breath until he said who had been cursed.

 

“Mr. Malfoy, I need you to go to your common room immediately. I expect all the work you did not complete on my desk by Monday.” With that she ushered Hagrid out of the room telling him to go alert Dumbledore.

 

I slumped down in my chair and just sat there, thinking about what had just happened. It didn't get to Dumbledore. I didn't really expect it to but I thought it would get a little bit closer. Now that other teachers are involved they will be extra weary of the item. I sighed, grateful that Snape had been helping me with everything and would make sure this did not get back to me.

 

Though it would get back to my father and the Dark Lord that I had failed at this attempt. I rubbed my face, dreading what that would mean for me. I could remember the last time the Dark Lord was not pleased with me. I shivered as by body began to ache from the memory. The hours and hours I spent under the cruciatus had left me unconscious for a week. I was surprised I hadn't ended up like Longbottom's parents. I knew that it would probably be the same this time around, if not worse.

 

I gathered everything, trying not to think of how brutal the next meeting with the Dark Lord would be. The halls were empty, probably from people still being at Hogsmead or in their common room. I decided that I wasn't ready to go back to the common room just yet. Merlin knows that last thing I need right now is Pansy hanging all over me regaling me with everything she did that day.

 

I walked the halls, not really having a destination in mind. I went wherever my feet took me, lost in the possibilities of what could happen to me when the Dark Lord heard of my horrible attempt. I knew it was a horrible attempt but I just didn't know what to do. How was I supposed to get near a man who seemed to know everything, let alone kill him?

 

I wasn't aware that someone else was in the hall with me until the pulled me toward an empty classroom. I jumped in my skin at the contact and looked down to see Hermione. She seemed desperate to get out of the hall and in somewhere private so I nodded and we walked into the classroom. I was a bit surprised when I noticed it was the History classroom.

 

I had just gotten my wits back when she began to speak. “Katie Bell was cursed today in Hogsmead, is that what you meant when you said I had to be careful?” I looked at her and must have looked dazed for she huffed and repeated herself.

 

I didn't think of what would happen after my attempt. I never thought that part through let alone what to say when questioned about it. I should have realized when I warned Hermione that she would seek me out and demand the answers I had not given her previously. I could lie, I should lie, but what would I say that she would actually believe. My brain was to pre-occupied to think of a solid lie so I said the only thing I could say.

 

“I'm glad it wasn't you.”

 

That didn't see to please her in the least. Her cheeks started to darken as her eyes narrowed a bit. “So you knew this was going to happen?”

 

I nodded, “yes, just not to who it would happen to.”

 

She stood there; obviously not prepared for the answer I had given her. Her jaw was a bit slacked until I could see her brain begin to work in over time as she thought. She drew her bottom lip into her mouth and gnawed on it, thinking.

 

I just watched her, to overwhelmed and exhausted to think or act. This had changed everything and I had done it in a calm and cool voice. I could feel my dream coming true, her leaving me saying she hated me. I was prepared for violence, I was not prepared for what I got.

 

“Are you behind this?”

 

She looked nervous; I would even go as far as to say she looked scared. If I told I was behind the attack would she fear me? Would she turn me into her beloved Potter and Weasel? I again was unable to think of what should be sad yet I knew I couldn't, I wouldn't tell her the truth.

 

“No, I'm not.”

 

She sank once again into her thoughts as her lip suffered for it. She looked up at me again and I could tell she was trying think of all sides to this. She stared at me, trying to see through everything and figure out if I was lying or telling the truth, if she should trust me or run like hell.

 

“Do you know who was behind this?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Is it a Death Eater?”

 

I nodded again.

 

“Will there be more attacks?”

 

This time I hesitated. I had to be careful when I answered this. Now that I had mentioned the Death Eaters she would be more prone to bring this to her lackeys. She was protective, I knew this from all the times she had stepped forward to protect the other two thirds of her trio. If there were going to be more attacks she would want to warn them and keep them safe just as I had done for her.

 

I shrugged and shook my head. “I don't know. It's possible.”

 

Then came the question I was dreading. “How did you know this would happen?”

 

I sat down in a chair and put my face in my hands. “Don't ask me that Hermione.”

 

I could hear her walk over to me and then her hand on my shoulder shoving it back so I would look at her. “I need to know Malfoy. This is important. She could have been killed!”

 

Malfoy. She didn't trust me anymore. Though I didn't know why I was so shocked by that. I guess I wasn't really shocked actually. I didn't know how I felt. Hurt? I sighed again and closed my eyes, trying to think of what to do. I should have just lied from the beginning. My father was right; lying is always the best thing to do when you are in a pinch.

 

“Look, I just knew ok. I can't tell you anymore than that.”

 

She was obviously flustered and completely confused. She would go from looking annoyed to worried to hurt to confused to anger then back to annoyed again. Her brain must be working as if she were solving complex ancient runes. She looked at me and clearly had no idea what to say so she pulled the chair across from me and sat down as well. She looked down at her hands, which she had begun to wring.

 

“If I ask more questions will you answer them?”

 

I looked down at my own hands that I hand folded together. “Probably not.”

 

I heard her sigh. She was taking this in a way I could never have expected. This was so calm. I truly had expected her to drag me away to Dumbledore's office and force me to confess everything I knew.

 

“And you really had nothing to do with this?”

 

I nodded, not bothering to look up. She probably didn't believe me: I wouldn't have believed me. I really hadn't thought this through. I was so stupid. It was a weak attempt first and then warning Hermione about it. That was the biggest mistake yet. Now she would be suspicious of me, always watching me like Blaise and Pansy. Her boyfriends would probably hex me or turn me in: she would probably never…

 

I jumped when I felt her move into my lap and her face on my hands. I looked up at her my eyes must have looked like dinner plates because she smiled at me. “I believe you.”

 

I couldn't have been more shocked unless you told me Professor McGonagall was a stripper. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I had all but told her I was a Death Eater. She knew I at least had connections to them from my answers and here she was in my lap smiling at me. Was she mental?

 

“Why?” I probably shouldn't have asked that but it slipped out of my mouth before my brain could think better of it.

 

She tilted her head a bit so she could look me in the eye better. “Because I trust you.”

 

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was having another dream; this had to be another dream because real Hermione would never say in a million decades that she would ever trust me, Draco Malfoy.

 

“You trust me?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Why?”

 

She looked pensive for a minute before adjusting herself on my lap. She looked me straight in the eye and leaned forward stopping just before our foreheads touched. “Because these past few weeks I have seen a whole different you, the you I think you hide from the world. You've become a sort of…” she cut off and looked to the side as if she was uncomfortable going on.

 

“What have I become?” I wanted to know so badly what she was going to say.

 

She still didn't look at me but rather took a larger chuck of lip into her mouth. “I don't really know how to say it.”

 

“Try.” I whispered as turned her whole head to look away.

 

She was starting to blush as she thought over her words. “You've become my lover, I guess you could say, and because of it I trust you.” She turned to look at me; wanting to gauge my reaction to the title she had given us.

 

Lovers. I guess it was proper for what we were. We were not truly boyfriend or girlfriend, for I don't believe friend fits us well, but we were intimate with each other and I did care for her in a way.

 

A smile slowly spread across my face and soon was mirrored on hers. She leaned her forehead against mine and I tilted my head to catch her lips. I forgot everything I was so consumed before and just enjoyed the feel of her lips on mine.

 

My lover's lips.

 

Author Note: I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! And you all assumed the meeting between father and son would be Lucius and Draco, PFFT!! You know what happens when you assume. Lol. But yes, I hope you liked this deliciously long chapter and PLEASE review. I know I have been a horrible author but I do try to please you so please review and give me a reason to continue. I love you all and I ADORE Ted for beta-ing my longest chapter to date. Till next time, Amy