Fine line between love and hate

Chapter 12

Best Friends

Draco lay in the darkness of Hermione’s bedroom and watched the rise and fall of her breathing. The clock on the night stand now read 1AM in bright red digits. He had drifted off to sleep around 11 when she had pulled him into bed, but now he was wide awake and just admiring the woman that lay beside him. To him, she was truly beautiful, and made him feel more complete than he had ever known before. He let his eyes drift to her beautiful, calm, serene face as she peacefully slept beside him.

A wave of russet hair lay across her cheek, and he brushed it away with a careful finger. Her skin was smooth and warm, urging him to linger and trace the silky texture. She murmured in her sleep and shifted, a soft sigh passing her lips, her head turning into his touch. He loved that, loved her responsiveness. Draco thought back to when she had punched him back in their third year, he still hadn’t been able to stop his reaction from her touch. He remembered how much her touch had lit a fire deep inside him, how much he craved her after that moment. He guessed that’s why he had pushed her and pushed her until, in the end they just burst with all the passion they had built up inside them and here they were now; lying in bed together. Smiling to himself, he watched as she turned herself towards him, seeking out his tenderness. It made him feel like a god.

He laughed softly at his own thoughts and settled back into the mattress, tugging her closer to his chest. She nestled close beside him like a puzzle piece designed to fit. One of his arms curled around their shared pillow, and the other draped over her shirt covered waist.

After Hermione had slipped into unconsciousness he had gently slid out of her embrace, took off her shoes and his then pulled off his tie and then slipped back into bed next to her to drift into a peaceful slumber next to her. Hermione had briefly woken when he pulled her under the silk comforter to make her more comfortable and pressed soft reassuring kisses to her lips to tell her he was still here. Sighing softly she had drifted off back to her much needed sleep.

Taking a deep breath as he watched her, Draco let his hands drift over her stomach; cupping the soft, but toned stomach he admired the feminine feel of it, all warm and yielding. His hand stroked, and he imagined it taut and swollen with his seed. Draco’s mind drifted to back when he was at the Granger household, watching such a large family interact with each other brought such….realisation to his mind. He never had a large family; it had always been his father, his mother and him; that was it.

But watching the family in front of him, he realised something. He wanted a family like this, he wanted kids running around, he wanted family filling up the Manor. But what stunned him the most was that he realised he wanted all this with Hermione. He wanted kids with Hermione and no one else would do. He couldn’t believe it himself at first but when he envisioned his future, he could actually see Hermione as his wife, as his better half, as his….life mate, and what he realised was that he wanted all this. He didn’t want some dumb blonde or some trophy wife, he wanted the Gryffindor Princess, and no one else would do. And what Draco concluded was;

What Malfoy wants, Malfoy gets.

The vision overwhelmed him, fierce and violent, and he buried his face in the tangle of her hair to wait out the trembling that over took him.

Some how Hermione could sense him trembling next to her, he looked up to see her dark eye lashes flutter against her pale cheeks. Her bright chocolate coloured eyes staring at him.

“Mmmmm, what are you doing up?” She asked, her voice hoarse and raspy from sleep.

“Just watching you,” He whispered back before dipping his head to place a loving kiss on her awaiting lips. Moaning in pleasure Hermione clutched his head closer so she could thrust her warm tongue inside his willing mouth. Their mouths fought for dominance as they continued out the battle, slowly they pulled away for breath. Breathing deeply, Draco leaned his forehead against her and pressed a soft kiss there before pulling away.

“Go back to sleep love, its 1am and we have school tomorrow.” He whispered before pulling her into his arms and both lovers drifting off into a calm slumber.

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Draco woke the next morning, tickled into consciousness by the rich earthy smell of brewing coffee and the utter lack of a soft, beautiful witch by his side. He looked to the now opening door which had Hermione opening the door with her back pressed against it and a tray in her hand. Smiling, he watched as she tried to be as quiet as possible so she didn’t wake him up. Draco smiled as he saw her dressed in his plain white shirt which came up around her mid thigh and nothing else. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun but small tendrils had fallen out framing her beautiful face. Turning around she looked up to see him, now sitting up in her bed, smirking at her attempts to be quiet. Hermione gave him a frown and then pouted before walking towards the bed to present him with breakfast in bed.

Slipping in next to him, Hermione slid the tray between them.

“Good morning.” Draco said before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Morning,” She murmured before pulling away and handing him a hot, steaming cup of coffee which Draco took eagerly and took a sip of the bitter beverage. She smiled and picked up a piece of toast to nibble on while she leaned back and placed her head on his shoulder.

“Shouldn’t I be doing this?” He asked before placing his cup on the bed side table. Hermione looked at him and frowned.

“Well yes, but I thought I’d do something nice for you.” She said before smiling, Draco brushed his lips across hers before pulling away.

“Thank you.” He said before taking a bit out of the already buttered croissant, pulling her closer to him he unconsciously began twirling her hair around his finger, together they sat there in a peaceful, compatible silence as they ate their breakfast just enjoying one another company.

“What time is it?” He asked before taking another sip of his coffee.

“Still early, we have another hour till breakfast in the Great hall,” Hermione answered before taking a sip of her orange juice.

“Draco…” Hermione trailed off, losing her nerve not really sure whether to tell him or not about the event that had occurred last night with Ron.

“Yes?” He asked back, looking down at her as she twisted her fingers together nervously.

“Umm what is this?” She asked, taking a deep breath before looking up to meet his eyes, Draco’s brows furrowed not really understanding the question.

“Are we like, boyfriend or girlfriend? Or just like- ”Hermione was cut off when Draco slammed his lips down on hers pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. He pulled away harshly, his breath ragged from their intense kiss.

“You are mine Hermione and you most defiantly are my girlfriend and I am your boyfriend.” He answered defiantly, Hermione’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m not a possession Draco.” She said back, Draco’s eyebrows lifted and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cheek before whispering into her ear,

“Yes you are love, and you love it when I’m like this. Don’t kid your self Hermione, you love being mine and you love that I’m yours.” He said back before pulling away and placing a bruising kiss onto her lips, before Hermione could react he pulled away and got out of bed, only in his trousers, looked over his shoulder and gave her a cheeky wink before heading towards the door and heading back to his room to get ready.

Hermione sat there, her stomach in her mouth as she watched him walk out of her room. Chuckling to herself as she realised what he had just said was completely right; she did love it. She loved his caveman attitude, she loved his possessiveness she loved all of it, and she really couldn’t deny it. Smiling she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to have a quick shower and to get ready for school. As she unbuttoned her boyfriends shirt she raised it to her nose, inhaling the dark musky scent that was uniquely Draco’s, quickly coming to the conclusion that Draco was never going to get this shirt back. Climbing into the shower she cleaned and got ready for the long day ahead of her.

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Hermione approached the Gryffindor table for breakfast and sat in her usual seat, somewhere where she had a perfect view of the Slytherin table. Letting her eyes glance quickly in that direction she saw Draco’s grey eyes staring back at her, he then gave her a quick wink before returning his attention to the breakfast in front of him. Hermione’s cheek’s flushed as she watched him wink at her, lowering her eyes and head she attempted to not become aroused by Draco’s flirting. Failing miserably, she became more and more turned on as images of his perfectly toned and lean body flashed into her mind. Silently groaning she grabbed her glass of pumpkin juice and took a deep gulp, in an attempt to cool herself down. She turned when she felt someone tap her shoulder; Harry was frowning at her and then looked down at her empty plate.

“’Mione, you’re not eating? Are you still upset about yesterday? I know Ron- ” Harry was cut short by Hermione putting her hand up in his face, signalling him to stop.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now Harry, okay! Look, I just can’t handle this shit right now, I understand that Ron has feelings for me but I just don’t feel the same way! Its not my fault he took 6 years to tell me how he finally feels, I’m not a back up. I just wish he would have learned his lesson after the Yule Ball, god Harry he ruined that night. That one night where I felt special and beautiful and he ruined it, by being selfish and not asking me when everyone else was asking people. He just assumed that I wouldn’t be asked.

God Harry, I’m a woman, I have feelings and I don’t appreciate being treating like shit, like he has done before. So tell me Harry, why now? Why after all this time? Don’t tell me, he got rejected from Luna so he thought ‘Hey Hermione doesn’t have anyone, why don’t I just snog her for the hell of it. What harm can it do, it’ll make me feel better!’ Well Harry I am not a last resort and I will not go out with Ronald. Okay? ” Hermione whispered back harshly as tears began to fill her eyes as the pain of the past assailed her. She looked back at Harry when he didn’t say anything, her brows furrowing as she looked at Harry who was not staring at her but at something behind her. Realisation hit her, Ron was behind her and he had heard every word, slowly turning she looked up at see his face, his cheeks now bright red.

“You really are a bitch aren’t you!” He said back harshly, tears fell from her eyes; quickly she got up and ran out of the Great Hall as quickly as she could.

Draco’s watched the scene that unfolded in front of his eyes. Hermione was talking to Pothead and obviously he could tell she was getting more and more pissed off by the second, he could tell because he remembered what she looked like during one of their heated arguments; her cheeks would flush, her tiny little hands would bunch up into fists and she would scrunch her nose. Draco had to admit she did look cute when she was pissed off. Scowling he watched as she turned her head to look at Weasel-bee and then fled the Great Hall, tears streaming down her eyes. Draco’s blood began to boil, he was going to kill Weasel for ever hurting his Hermione.

Standing up he watched as she headed towards their Head dormitories, heading out of the Great Hall as fast as he could, his breakfast now completely forgotten he headed after his woman. Climbing the stone stairs as fast as his feet could take him he headed straight to the portrait only to find it slightly ajar. Opening the portrait hole he headed in, not caring to close the door. He headed straight to the sound of Hermione sobbing on the floor in front of the fire, heading towards her he gently sat down on his knees and pulled her into his arms. She instinctively curled around him, and sobbed into his chest while he ran a soothing hand over her hair and back, whispering soothing words in her ears whilst gently rocking her back and forth.

“What did he do?” Draco asked, his voice taut with anger, his silver eyes now dark and stormy. Hermione just nodded her head and sobbed even more.

“Shhh, come on baby. Let it all out.” He whispered soothingly whilst placing a kiss into her hair whilst rubbing her back while she hiccupped.

“He… he. God I hate him Draco. He ruined everything!” She said crying even more, gently he rocked them both, attempting to calm her down from her hysterical state. Finally she calmed down, her sobs and cries subsiding.

“What happened? What did he do baby?” Draco asked as he took her head in his large hands and brushed away her tears with his thumbs. His heart wrenching at the sight of her crying, he never wanted her to experience any more pain than she already had. Cradling her closer to his body, he offered her warmth and comfort, nestling into the warmth he offered Hermione pulled him closer to her.

“Now tell me.” Draco said to her, Hermione slightly pulled away to look at him.

“He kissed me last night,” Hermione confessed, she watched as Draco became more furious, his grey eyes now dark and stormy.

“I didn’t want it, I pulled away and said i wanted an explanation today.” Hermione said to him, Draco breathed a sigh of relief before pulling her close and placing a possessive and passionate kiss onto her perfectly shapened lips.


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Ron watched as Hermione fled out of the Great Hall, with a huff he sat down in the now vacant seat, ignoring Harry’s glaring. He piled his plate with all the food he could get on there before placing a piece of jam toast into his mouth. He could still feel Harry’s gaze, it was like a burning hole, not being able to ignore it any more Ron turned to him.

“What?” He asked as if he had no idea what he had just done to Hermione’s feelings.

“That was harsh Ron, really harsh and brutal. The worst thing Ron is that she’s right.” Harry said before turning his back on Ron and just stared at his plate of food. Ron let out a guilty sigh, Harry was right, what he had said to Hermione was brutal and totally uncalled for; it’s just that what she had said struck very close to the truth. And his only way of dealing with it was to hurt her for humiliating him in front of Harry. Getting up he headed out of the Great Hall to apologize to Hermione, the first place he could think of was the Head’s dorms. Climbing up the stone stairs he headed towards his best friends home for this year.

Frowning at the opened portrait hole, he headed in, walking through towards the common room he was greeted with a sight that he would never have imagined in his wildest dream. Malfoy on his knees in front of ‘Mione kissing her!. His temper flared as he watched the scene unfold in front of his eyes.

“I’ll kill you!” He said through clenched teeth, Draco was the first to pull away to see Ron head towards him, fists ready for a fight. Thrusting Hermione behind him, in order to protect her, he headed straight towards Ron.

“You bastard, you’ve poisoned her!” He screamed at the blond haired Slytherin.

“And you made her cry! You call yourself a friend,” Draco sneered back before sending his own fist flying into Ron’s face.

Hermione watched in horror as her best friend and lover began to fight. She wanted to scream; scream at them both to stop this absurdity. Moving round she grabbed Ron’s arm.

“STOP!! RON STOP!! PLEASE” Hermione begged. All Ron could see was red, he could hear her voice through the thick fog of anger but it wasn’t enough. When she had attempted to pull his arm away he swung out, punching Hermione right around the face. It was so forceful; she fell and knocked her head against the small coffee table, knocking her unconscious. Ron stopped dead. He had just punched his best friend and knocked her unconscious.

Draco watched as if in slow motion; he saw Hermione fall back and her head bump the corner of the small coffee table. His anger soared;

“You asshole!” Draco screamed, pulling his fist back he punched Ron as hard as he could for ever touching Hermione. Ron’s head whipped back at the impact and he stumbled back a little before his eyes just lay fixed on Hermione’s motionless body.

“’Mione” Ron said before taking a step towards her, but didn’t get there soon enough. Draco had her limp body in his hands, his fingers examining the cut and bump on her head, before lifting her head up and placing a loving kiss on top. His eyes turned like razors on Ron.

“Get out” Draco sneered, Ron just stood there, transfixed by the sight of Hermione.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!! NOW WESEALY! BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T I MAY DO SOMETHING I MAY REGRET LATER ON!” Draco screamed at Ron.

“But-” Ron stammered

“NOW!” Draco screamed, his eyes now transfixed on Hermione unconscious form. Ron stumbled out of the Head’s common room, his body and mind numb. He couldn’t believe he had just done that, he had just punched Hermione. Before Ron knew it he was back at the Gryffindor tower, he had no idea how he got there, his mind thick with fog as he tried to process what he just done. Falling onto his bed, tears fell down his face.

“Oh Merlin, Hermione” He rasped out as he buried his face further into the bed and wept.

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Jayna
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R & R