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She scoffed and tried to pull her hand away, but he held on, "Obviously we need to get your eyes checked. Or maybe you have a concussion that has severely impaired your brain function." |
"Get rid of the yoga pants, and I'll show you how unimpaired my brain function is," Draco said lasciviously nibbling on the heel of her hand. He looked up at her as he did it and caught her gasp and grinned against her hand. |
She rolled her eyes at him, pulling her hand from his grasp, "Not the brain function I was referring to," she looked down at herself again, "But perhaps a relaxing soak in the tub is in order. Your bathtub in your old bedroom is practically indecent." |
The bath in his old room at the manor put the Prefects" bath at Hogwarts to shame. He never understood why it was so big. The bath was very similar to the old Roman baths, large and deep with a bench that ran along the outside and jets that ran along the walls. Just like the Prefects" bath, the bath had several faucets with different scents. A nice relaxing bath was exactly what she needed and a nap. |
Healer McNair walked back into the room carrying a blue vial of pain potion, saying, "Here's your pain potion," uncorking the vial and handing to Draco. |
Draco took the vial with relief and downed it. He made a face at the bitter taste of the potion. He lay back against the pillows and breathed a deep sigh of relief as he felt the effects of the potion course through his body. Hermione brushed back the lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead and looked down at him concerned. |
He took her hand in his and held onto it. "I'm fine," he said groggily. |
"You should have said something earlier if you were in pain," she admonished. |
"I didn't want to be groggy around the kids. I knew it would scare them," Draco said slowly. |
He was quickly losing the battle with consciousness. He could feel himself drifting down into sleep. He felt Hermione's lips brush against his. He hooked a hand in her shirt and pulled her closer to him. He slid his tongue along her lips and into her mouth. She tasted like mint and something that was uniquely Hermione. He wanted to fall asleep with her taste on his tongue. |
He dropped his hand weakly and allowed her to end the kiss. He watched her through half-closed eyelids as she stood up and blushed a little to find that they still had an audience. Healer McNair was looking around the room with a slight smile on his face. |
She brushed her fingertips across his face and then grasped his hand at his side, "I'll be back in a little bit," she said quietly. |
He smiled a little blearily at her, "Take your time. I'm just going to hang out here for a bit," he joked lamely. |
He turned his head and watched Hermione cross around his bed and leave the room, saying goodbye to the healer as she left. |
"That's some woman you got there," McNair said as he lowered the incline of Draco's bed and dimmed the lights. |
"That she is," Draco murmured, finally letting himself drift off to sleep. |
Draco was just finishing his lunch when Harry knocked and poked his head through the door. |
"Come in," Draco said, waving him over. |
"How're you doing?" Harry asked, sitting in the chair beside Draco's bed and looking uncomfortable. |
"Like I had my chest slashed open again," Draco said. He was joking. Well, he was just kidding a little bit. He'd never actually taken the opportunity to give Harry a hard time about slashing him with that curse in sixth year. |
Harry winced and looked away, "Sorry," he said lamely and then in a rush, "This is all my fault." |
Draco looked curiously at the stricken expression of Hermione's best friend. He'd come to respect the man over the years and had forgiven him for unknowingly trying to kill him in the bathroom all those years ago. |
"Why in the world would you think this is your fault?" Draco asked him, "You weren't even there." |
Harry got up and started pacing the floor in between the foot of Draco's bed and the table full of flowers. "I don't know. I should have known he was that unstable," he raged, "He's been my best friend since we were eleven." |
"Yes. I distinctly recall you choosing that prat over me," Draco said sardonically, smirking at Harry and crossing his arms over his chest below his soon-to-be newest scar. |
Harry stopped pacing and stared at Draco incredulously then huffed out a laugh, "You were such an ass growing up." |
Draco shrugged. It's not like he could argue with him. "Hermione would say that I was a product of my environment." |
The mention of Hermione started Harry's angry pacing again, "He obliviated my friend to hide his cheating. How could I not know that he was obliviating her all these years? You figured it out in two days." |
More like one, Draco thought, but you know who's counting. Draco had only had his suspicions because he knew Hermione was too smart not to notice that her husband was cheating and too upset about it to know and not care. |
"Well, I always was smarter than you, Potter," Draco drawled. He was deliberately poking the bear, but if he was going to be cooped up in this hospital, he could at least get some entertainment out of it. |
Harry glared at him and said, "Shut up, Malfoy," before resuming his pacing and continuing his rant about his friend, "And he was a shit father to those girls. Hardly ever around and didn't pay attention to them when he was, which considering how awful his kids with Lavender were when we first met them, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing." |
"How are Lavender and her demon spawn doing?" Draco asked. It wasn't fair to refer to those kids like that. Draco instantly wished he could take the words back, even though they'd been little shits to his children. |
"Fine, I guess," Harry said, waving the statement off as he continued his pacing, "How could I not know that he was capable of this? He was my best friend." Harry slumped down in the chair again, looking dejected, "He was my best friend, and I had to arrest him. I got Lavender's Patronus at the Auror's Office, and we rushed over to her house. I had to arrest my best friend for trying to kill my other best friend and possibly killing you." Harry buried his face in his hands and hunched over in his chair, "He was my best friend." |
"Is he still?" Draco asked quietly. |
Harry looked up at him startled. Then his gaze darkened, "How could you possibly ask me that?" Harry growled low, "He hurt my friend. He took memories away from her. Who knows what else Ron did to her? He's not the boy I've known for most of my life. I'm not even sure that boy is in there anymore." |
"You didn't exactly do anything when you found out what he'd been doing to her," Draco pointed out. |
Harry got up in Draco's face and shouted at him, "You think I didn't want to. I wanted to arrest him that day at Hogwarts. Hermione wouldn't let me. She said she didn't want it all over the papers. She didn't want Minerva to find out everything." |
Draco flicked away the spittle that had landed on his cheek from Harry's raging. "You seemed okay being around him at the Burrow," Draco pushed. |
Harry looked like he was seriously considering hexing him, "I wasn't okay. I was fucking furious. I saw how Rose acted around him that day at the Burrow when you made the visitation arrangement. I wanted to ensure she would be comfortable over there. Arthur and Molly would never let anything happen to Rose, but they were still processing everything Ron had done. Molly especially had a hard time believing that Ron was capable of doing the things he did. Hell, I didn't trust him, but I didn't think he was capable of actually attacking you or Hermione." Harry collapsed in the chair again. He put his head in his hands and slumped down, looking defeated. |
Draco had to admit to himself that he hadn't expected Weasley to be capable of something like that either. He thought he was an utter arsehole and a pretty despicable person, but certainly not capable of attempted murder, especially with all his children in the house. The curse Weasley used hadn't been meant to kill instantly either. If he'd managed to get Hermione as he'd intended, she would have bled out, known she was dying the whole time. Draco would've had to watch her die. |
That thought brought back the memories of his time in the "in between," as he was calling it now when he thought she was already dead. He was trying hard to suppress the memory of his grief and guilt then. Of how he was going to have to try to live without her for the sake of the kids. |
"She would've died," Draco said in a choked whisper. Harry looked up at him with tears swimming in his eyes and looking utterly grief-stricken. Draco ran a finger lightly across where Weasley had slashed him, "Right there. That's where her neck comes to on me." Harry let out a strangled cry and hid his face in his hands again. Draco stifled a sob but couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face, "She would've died, Harry. I would've had to watch her die and been powerless to save her." |
The thought overwhelmed Draco, and he turned his face away from Harry and let himself cry as he tried not to picture Hermione dying in his arms, choking on her own blood. His sobs echoed off the walls of the room as he let loose his fear of how close he'd come to losing her. |
"Draco," Harry said, trying to get his attention, "Draco, you saved her." |
The words started to pour from Draco. The fear. The grief. The guilt. It all came flowing out. "I shouldn't have let her go over there. I shouldn't have let her send the girls over there. I thought they would be safe. We took precautions. I thought she was wrong to give Weasley a chance but I thought he would just be an ass and they would come home and refuse to go back. I should've tried harder to change her mind. I thought they would be safe. I convinced Minerva she would be safe." |
"Draco, stop. They're safe. You know that you can't change Hermione's mind once she's made it up," Harry tried consoling. |
Draco wasn't listening. He had curled in on himself, his hands pulling at his hair, "Right before I blacked out, I saw Weasley look like he was going to try to attack her again and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't warn her. I couldn't lift my arm to cast a spell to defend her. When I blacked out, I thought for sure she was dead. I thought I failed to save her. I thought I got us both killed." |
A gasp from the door brought his head up. Hermione stood in the doorway with her hand covering her mouth and tears streaming down her face. She ran to him, and he held his arms open, drew her into his lap, and hugged her to him, so hard he knew he was probably crushing her. Her arms came around him, and she embraced him so tight the pain in his chest was radiating throughout his body, but he couldn't be bothered to care. |
"I thought you were dead," he said, pressing his face into her damp curls and breathing in her lavender and jasmine scent. "When I talked with Astoria, I thought you were dead. She told me I had to make a decision. I thought you were dead, and I wanted to be with you, but I couldn't. I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. I couldn't leave our kids without any parents. I chose the kids. It broke my heart to do it because I thought I had to leave you behind." |
The sound of a door clicking shut caused him to stop and look up toward the door. Harry was gone, and he was alone with Hermione. He looked back at the witch in his arms. He loosened his hold on her and kissed her deeply. |
She drew back from him, and he looked at her questioningly. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed to glow as she looked at him. "You gave up the chance to be with me when you thought I was dead to come back for our kids?" she asked quietly, her eyes never leaving his. |
Draco nodded seriously. He loved this witch so much. He'd been willing to sacrifice his life for hers without a second thought. He hadn't wanted to have to choose between her and the kids, but if anyone would understand, it had to be her. He knew he would expect the same decision from her. |
Her hands were on either side of his face, so soft and gentle, that feather-light touches comforting him and washing away some of his anguish. "I have never loved you more than I love you right now, Draco Malfoy." |
"I love you, Hermione Granger. Now and always," he told her. He leaned in and pulled her against him. He needed her kiss. He needed her, the feel of her, her touch, her kiss, and her heart that she'd let him into, undeserving as he was. |
"I love you," she said against his mouth, "I need you, Draco," she said with more urgency, starting to unbutton his pajama shirt. |
"Hermione?" he asked. She couldn't seriously be trying to seduce him in his hospital bed. Not that it would take much. He was already very interested in knowing if she was serious. |
"Please, Draco," she pleaded, "I almost lost you. You thought you were going to have to spend the rest of your life raising our kids without me. I thought the same thing," she had gotten his shirt open and ran her fingertips over the bandage, "I need you." |
Being inside her was just what he needed as well. He needed to feel her around him. To feel like they were both alive and everything would work out in the end. |
"Lock the door," he said with a hungry growl. |
Hermione shot him a seductive smile as she pulled out her wand and locked the door. She dropped her wand on the bed beside them. He watched as she got off the bed and stripped her black yoga pants off. Her oversized Gryffindor tee shirt covered up everything but her sexy legs. |
"The shirt too, lioness," Draco said, his eyes never leaving hers as he kicked off the blankets. |
She had a playful glint in her eyes as she grasped the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it up. His mouth went dry as she slowly exposed every delicious inch of herself to him. Her shirt was finally pulled over her head, sending her curls swinging, and leaving her clad in only a green and silver lace bra. He groaned at the sight of her. |
"You're so beautiful, my lioness," he breathed, "I love seeing Slytherin colors on you." |
He took her wand and vanished his pajama bottoms, not willing to struggle with them to get them off. |
Hermione watched him fascinated, "Curious," she said, looking at her wand as he set it back down, "Impatient much?" she asked quirking an eyebrow at him. |
"God, yes," Draco groaned. He was so impatient for her it was starting to become painful. "Climb up," he said holding a hand out to her, "You'll have to be on top. I can't support my weight yet." |
She took his hand and climbed on the bed. She swung one leg over his and grasped him in her hand. Draco threw his head back and moaned at her touch. He reached forward, ran his fingers along her folds, and found her eager for him. Draco sunk a finger inside and felt a thrill go through him at the feel of her wet heat welcoming him. |
"Draco, I need you," his love moaned, rocking against his hand. |
She whimpered when he took his hand away. Her gaze became heated as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on his finger, his smoldering gaze staying on hers as her taste flooded his mouth. She decided she'd had enough foreplay and rose up over him. |
He growled as she slowly impaled herself on him. He unhooked the front clasp of her Slytherin bra and drew it off her. He kept one arm around her, supporting her as she rose and fell slowly on him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He worshipped her breasts as she rode him at a frantic pace. Her movements started becoming erratic as she neared her orgasm. |
Making love with her felt different this time than all the others. They'd almost lost one another, and the need and passion seemed more intense because of it. Their coupling this time was quick and desperate. |
"I love you so much," he said, drawing her down to lay on him and helping her rock against him. |
Her hair drifted around them like a curtain. She ground down hard against him, the head of his cock coming up against the opening of her womb. |
"I love you," she panted as she came apart. |
He let go and came with her, flooding her womb with his seed. "I love you. I love you so much, lioness," he said panting. |
Hermione started crying again, her head nestled against his shoulder above his bandage. "I hope those are happy tears and not a testament to my pathetic lovemaking skills," he said, holding her close and brushing away her tears. |
"It's all my fault," she mumbled against him. |
"What's your fault?" he asked, brushing her hair back off her face. |
"You almost died. I put my babies in danger. I almost cost Scorpius his father, all because I wouldn't listen. I thought I was doing the right thing and I almost destroyed our lives," she wept. |
Draco tipped her chin up so that her teary gaze met his, "None of this is your fault, or Harry's, or Minerva's, or mine, for that matter. We all made choices. We did the best that we could, but ultimately it's Weasley's fault. He turned his wand against you and tried to kill you for reasons only he knows. Let's place the blame where it is due. No more blaming ourselves for this." |
"He tried to kill me. That slash across your chest was meant for me," she said with tears in her eyes. |
Draco shuddered at the thought, "Thank God he got me instead of you. I told you once that I would take any curse or hex thrown at you. I meant it. I still mean it. I couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt." |
"Maybe next time you could throw up a shield instead of stepping into the line of fire," she suggested with a smile. |
"Maybe next time you could not turn your back on a potential threat," Draco retorted, "How did you manage to stay alive during the war with defensive skills like that?" |
She reared up over him, still straddling his waist with his softening cock still inside her, and placed her hands on her hips, looking offended. "I'll have you know my defensive skills are quite good. I was distracted by you almost dying at my feet." |
The Patronus of a Labrador bounded into the room, and the voice of Healer McNair boomed from the dog, "I expect you two lovebirds to get dressed and unlock this door this instant or I will blast it open. I don't care if you're naked or in the middle of coitus." |
Hermione giggled and slid off him. She pulled on her shirt and pants and went over to the door. Draco pulled up the sheets that were tangled around his feet and covered himself. Hermione opened the door to the exasperated healer and smiled sheepishly as she let him in. Draco leaned back against the bed with his arms behind his head and a self-satisfied smirk on his face. |
The healer gave him a stern look and pointed angrily at him, "Don't you give me that look, Draco Malfoy. I didn't work my ass off to keep your sorry butt alive so that you can go mess it up by having sex and opening up your wound with your exertions." |
The healer started angrily peeling off the bandage on his chest, muttering to himself about the stupidity of patients. Draco thought he distinctly heard the words "ungrateful wretches" and couldn't help his snort of amusement at the healer. |
"Well, you've managed not to hurt yourself it appears. And since you seem well enough to get it up, I'm sending you home tomorrow," the healer pronounced, smearing some more cream on Draco's chest. "You can take a shower. Just don't get the bandage wet." |
Draco held his hand out to the man, "Thank you for everything you've done. We really are grateful." |
Healer McNair shook the proffered hand with a smile and said severely, "The next time I see you in here, it better be for something happy." |
The Women Are Up to Something |
January 1st, Evening |
The door clicked as Healer McNair left Draco and Hermione alone again. Draco could feel the pain fading again as the cream started to take effect. |
Hermione turned and looked at him with an embarrassed smile, "I cannot believe we just got caught having sex in your hospital room." She buried her face in her hands, "Oh my God, that was so embarrassing." |
Draco grinned unrepentantly, kicking off the sheets and moving to sit on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling off, still completely naked, "I got to make love to you and get out of the hospital a day early because of it. I fail to see a downside to any of that." |
Hermione rolled her eyes at him with a murmured, "You would." |
Draco stood up slowly with his hands grazing the bed for support. He caught Hermione's glance as she observed him, her look shifted from a worried frown to an appreciative smile as she took him in. He smirked a little at her look. |
"Care to help me take a shower?" he asked, thinking back to the first time she'd "helped" him take a shower. |
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