His Only Love: Her Only Hate

Disclaimer: These men are Jo's creations not mine.

His Only Love; Her Only Hate part 1

Draco could not believe what was happening to him lately. He was cursed by the Dark Lord for two things; his failure to kill Dumbledore, and trying to escape punishment. He stumbled around blindly after a curse hit him.

“I don’t think I’d want a blind follower!” a cold, hissing voice sneered.

“Master, I tried!” Draco implored.

“I want to punish you, Master Malfoy!” hissed the cold voice. “Bring Master Malfoy his Carer.”

Two robed Death Eaters looked at each other and sniggered. They opened the door and someone with a very high-pitched voice was flung into the room. Draco winced at the volume of the person.

“Miss Granger,” the cold hissing voice said. “I have thought of your first assignment.”

“I am not a Death Eater!” she exclaimed.

“You bear my mark, my dear. I can’t wait to see the look on Potters face when he finds out his pet Mudblood, is not MY pet Mudblood. Now, your first assignment is to tend to Malfoy. He’s blind, so you’ll have to do EVERYTHING for him!”

He walked out of the room and Draco heard a door slam ominously. Hermione sighed. She walked up to Draco.

“How have you become a Death Eater?” Malfoy sneered.

“I was forced to, I was captured. And then your dear Godfather, Snape, said to spare my life to make me a Death Eater. Blame Snape for this mess.”

Draco held out his arms in front of him, feeling the air around him.

“Where are you?” he asked.

Hermione tipped her head to one side and chewed her lip thoughtfully.

“You’ll have to let me touch you,” she said.

“I think I’ll welcome any touch,” Draco said truthfully.

Hermione smiled. She walked up to him, and took hold of one of his hands. She hissed at the electricity that started at the touch. She gulped down her insecurity.

“Where are we?” Draco asked.

“We are actually in your Mansion,” she replied. “I suppose you’ll need something to eat.”

“A bath might be nice,” Draco said, as a naughty thought entered his mind. He had Hermione Granger to do his bidding, he thought happily.

Hermione blushed at the thought of bathing Draco Malfoy. She squared her shoulders. She tightened her grip on Draco’s hand. She opened the door, and then led him up the stairs to the hallway.

Like all Mansions, the Malfoy’s had a broad sweeping staircase. She led him up the stairs and went to the West Wing. She opened the door to his bedroom… she was grateful that Snape had given her a tour of the place. Probably in preparation for this task, she thought bitterly.

She walked into his bedroom and gasped in shock. Snape had only shown her the door; he never let her inside the room. Inside the bedroom hanging over the wall was a HUGE picture of her at the Yule Ball as she descended the stairs… how on earth did he get that?

“What, Granger? Spotted my life size picture of you?” he had a self-mocking tone to his voice. Hermione turned around and bowed her head down looking at the floor.

“I thought that if you had any pictures of me in here then it would have holes and needles in them,” she said.

Draco sneered. “Sorry to disappoint you, you should have seen you’re reaction the first time I undressed in front of you!”

Hermione coughed awkwardly. “I am sure I closed my eyes.”

Draco laughed a hearty laugh. “You know you so well.”

Hermione smiled ruefully. She sighed. She looked up at Draco, and then she hardened her eyes. She had to be professional about this; she was training to be a Healer. She already knew that St Mungo’s policy was: No Relationship Between Healer and Patient. It was almost as frowned upon as a relationship between a teacher and student – even if that student was no longer at Hogwarts.

“All right then, I am going to sit you down on your bed, and then I am going to your bath and start running that. I will leave you alone for a little bit to let you adjust to your new situation.”

Draco pulled her closer to him. “You don’t like me, do you?”

“Well, you haven’t gone out of your way to like me… publicly at least.”

Draco tilted her chin up and he wished he could see what her eyes were like at the moment. He couldn’t judge their expression but that didn’t stop him from making a move. He awkwardly bent his head down, and tried to kiss her but he missed her lips and landed on her chin instead. Hermione felt a small ounce of pity for him, so she decided to help him.

“Here, Draco,” she said softly. She tilted his chin up and tiptoed up. She brushed her lips softly on his mouth; she gently pinched his lower lip with her teeth to allow for access. He opened his mouth, and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. She started to kiss him rolling her tongue inside his warm mouth. His tongue decided it wanted to play with hers, and they kissed each other warmly and passionately. Hermione broke the kiss.

“Well, Hermione, you certainly do know a lot it seems!” Draco said in a seductive tone. Hermione blushed. She had felt that he was cold when it came to passion, but Draco was as hot a kisser as he was a looker.

“I better run you a bath,” she said trying to get her authoritative tone back.

“Can that wait?” Draco grinned. “I heard that blind people learn to read by feeling a code called Braille. I’d like to feel your code,” he said.

“Hmm,” Hermione hummed. She was unsure how to take this Draco Malfoy. Evil, pureblooded, arrogant ass Malfoy she could take, but sweet-talking, seductive Malfoy she couldn’t.

“Hermione, I have yearned for you for a long time.”

“I’m going to run your bath,” Hermione said hurrying out of the room before he could stop her.

Draco grinned like the Cheshire Cat. It seemed that Snape had followed his orders to the letter. He wasn’t going to let Weaslebee have the best. Even if the best was a Mudblood. He had desired Hermione from a distance for a long time, and he had to grudgingly admit that he respected her fire and passion.

He sighed. He had hoped to get another slap in the face for his line. He smirked at his own genius. The Dark Lord thought he had him punished by assigning him Hermione as his carer. But in actuality the Dark Lord had given him what he most truly wanted. Hermione Granger’s never ending company.

He heard the water filling the tub. He couldn’t wait to see what Hermione was going to scrub and what she was going to leave. He stayed where he was. He didn’t want to lean in case he fell on the floor. He was going to punish his family name by marrying a muggleborn. He was going to sully the name; serve his dad right for treating me and mum like we were dirt under his feet, he thought.

“Hermione,” he called.

“Yes,” her voice echoed from the bathroom.

“You realise we’ll be spending a lot of time together,” he said.

“Of course,” she said.

“Morning, and night!” he exclaimed.

“I have a bedroom set aside for sleep,” she said.

“What if I need to answer a call of nature in the middle of the night?” Draco asked impishly. “I won’t let you out of my, er, sight!”

Hermione giggled at the last word. Draco heard it and decided to let it lie. “The English language is not fair to blind people.”

She came out of the bathroom. She looked at him. His hair had reached his shoulders. It gave him the appearance of Lucius junior. She sighed as she stepped forward, if he was going to end up looking like Lucius then perhaps a lifetime with Draco wouldn’t be so bad. She had always held a dark passion for Lucius, but that would NEVER come into fruition. She was perceptive enough to realise that! She might as well accept what was offered to her. And what was offered to her was Ron Weasley.

“Come on, Draco,” she said. She took hold of his hand and led him to the bathroom. It was steaming with the hot water. “Now I’ve got to get you out of those clothes.”

“Can you do it muggle way please?” Draco asked with a saucy tone in his voice.

“Oh, okay, look, Draco, that kiss…!”

“Was lovely wasn’t it?” Draco asked teasingly.

Hermione blinked. She was about to say something else.

“Yes, yes it was,” she said. She walked closer to him, and then she started unbuttoning his shirt. It was good for her that he wasn’t wearing anything complicated.

She slipped the shirt off his broad shoulders; she gulped as she beheld his gorgeous body. He was the absolute definition of the term, Adonis. Her fingers trembled as she bent down to undo his trousers. She unzipped them trying not to gaze at his penis that was showing obvious signs of attraction to her. She placed her hands around his back to take his green silk boxers off. Be PROFESSIONAL! Hermione snapped to herself. BE PROFESSIONAL! She closed her eyes in preparation for this. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and pulled on the boxers.

Draco shivered with her touch on his ass. He smirked. It was working deliciously. Hermione picked up one of his legs and drew the clothes out, and then she did the same with the other. She then took his shoes and socks off. She knew that once she stood up she’d see a Greek God. She was right!

“Like what you see, Hermione?” Draco asked.

“Well, it’s not bad,” Hermione said. “Not bad at all.”

Draco laughed. “Join me in the bath, Hermione.”

“You can’t order me about!” she said indignantly.

“I think you find I can. And I am ordering you to take a bath with me!”

Hermione flushed. It’s a good thing he’s blind! This is less embarrassing.

“Fine!” Hermione snapped.

Draco loved to goad her into a fight. She started to undress herself muggle way too, just to leave him hanging on. She took her bra off and then her knickers. She wasn’t in the mood for this, but it was this or death… and she wanted to sweeten Draco in a way that might cause him to come over to THEIR side.

Once she was naked she took hold of Draco’s hand and led him to the bath. She stepped in the bath first. She told him to pick his leg up and she’d put it in the bath.

“This is all a matter of trust, isn’t it?” Draco asked. “I have to trust you!”

“And do you?” Hermione asked.

“Of course I do,” he replied. “I think you are the most trustworthy person I know.”

“Hmm, you obviously didn’t know I was tricking Umbridge.”

“Oh yes, that fake tear scene. I was surprised you got away with that.”

Hermione smiled. “You’ll be surprised with what I’ve gotten away with pre-Hogwarts, Draco.”

“I’m sure I would be,” he said.

She guided his other foot in the bath. His hands were gripping her shoulders. She steadied him.

“Okay, now take my hands and I will guide you down in the water.”

Draco took hold of her hands and she sat down. She told him to follow her. He did so. They were soon immersed in the water.

“Do you know what my favourite Shakespeare play is?” Draco asked.

“No, what?” Hermione asked. “I didn’t even think you liked Shakespeare.”

“Some of his plays are propagandist rubbish! But overall he wasn’t so bad.”

“So, tell me, what is your favourite?”

“Romeo and Juliet,” he said. “I would so love to be your Romeo, if you’ll be my Juliet?”

“Without the tragic ending, I suppose?” Hermione asked with a smirk on her face. Draco could FEEL the smirk, and he knew that she had dimples on her cheeks.

“I like you, Hermione,” Draco said. “I like you a lot.”

Hermione was sat directly opposite him in the bathwater. She smiled. She could have her own agenda.

“I like you to, Draco.”

“Good,” he said. “I felt that when you kissed me.”

Arrogant prat! She fumed, but not aloud. He reached out to see if he could touch her. His fingertips lightly brushed against her nipple that hardened with contact. She smiled. He felt the nipple and therefore spread his hand over her breast.

“Draco, I can’t!”

“Why?” he asked. “Why can’t you?”

“I’m engaged to Ron!”

Draco was momentarily stunned. NO! He won’t let that idiot have her. What did Weaslebee know about women to manage one for a lifetime? Draco had to work hard at his seductive skills. So what if she was engaged… he’d just have to make love to her in such a way that would guarantee her to leave Weaslebee and stay with him.

“How many times have you done it with Weasley?” Draco asked.

“None,” Hermione confessed. “He said he doesn’t want to do it until we’re married.”

More likely so that she won’t discover how bad he is and make her run away, Draco thought to himself.

“How many times have YOU done it?” he asked her.

“None,” Hermione whispered. He exulted inside himself.

“I’ve done it a few times. I had no complaints.”

“Parkinson is hardly likely to complain,” Hermione snorted.

“Actually it wasn’t Pansy, it was someone else,” Draco said. “And who it was, is not your business.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. Draco’s hand dropped from her breast and landed on her thigh.

“Please, Hermione, please let me in?”

Hermione gulped. What should she really do? She was engaged to Ron, but for why, she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was expected. No, she thought truthfully, she was engaged to Ron because he was safe. Did she really want safe, or should she live up to her primary school nickname, Danger Granger? She blinked as the awful truth settled in her mind… she did not love Ron!

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered. “I don’t what to do now!”

A/N So, my first little DM/HG scene. What do you think?