When Malfoy wants a Witch

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Chapter 13 - Baking Mad

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Someone asked if Hermione was drugged. She was drugged. But mostly seh genuinely wants to be nice to Draco. But the Voldie spell fights against this. Is causing her bipolar problem.

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Hermione smiled as she looked down at the sleeping blond. He was really handsome, even if he was a total and complete pest! She thought her heart would stop when she saw him flopping and twitching madly on the ground. She wished she could stop being so mean to him. She knew he really liked. She just knew she had to take are of him, and that the only thing that would help would be if she held him.

Draco sighed and turned his face into the hand that was petting him.

“My sweet, sweet darling,” he heard a soft voice murmur.

Draco grinned.

Maybe Mother was petting his hair. He liked that, especially when he had these terrible monthly seizures. Sure, he wished it was Hermione, but he was his mother’s child to the end.

"Draco, is there anything I can get for you?" Hermione asked, combing his hair with her fingers. "I think you should eat a little something."

“No, Mother, I just had a nice dream about Hermione. Let me sleep.”

"I'm not your mother," Hermione said, sliding her hand to his chest.

A hand was touching his naked chest. Why was he not wearing a shirt? Usually, after these bouts mother put him on his bed and petted his hair. Not his chest.

Hermione rubbed her hand in circles.

"I'm going to have Mimi bring us some fruit," Hermione told him as she slid her other hand into his hair.

“Can you have Mimi bring Hermione, too?”

"I'm right here," Hermione whispered. "I've not left you since your seizure. I couldn't."

“Hermione?” Draco asked, opining his eyes and wishing his vision was clear.

"Yes, Draco," Hermione said, dabbing his brow with a cool cloth. "Can I get you anything?"

“Just stay with me, please.”

"Of course, what happened to you?" Hermione asked, continuing to play with his hair, before dipping the cloth in the basin and dabbing Draco's brow again.

“I have such seizures every month. The Healers don't know why.”

"It was terrible to see you collapse like that. You must promise to try to never have that happen again," Hermione said, taking Draco's arm and wrapping it around her as she felt him trying to manage on his own.

“Where are my clothes gone?” he asked weakly.

"I took them off as you were frozen and had sweated through them," Hermione said, and she kissed his temple.

“But are you comfortable about that? You didn't have to do it.”

"You wanted me to do that so much, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said. "Did I upset you?"

She continued to dab his forehead and rub his chest with her other hand.

“Hermione, Love. I appreciate what you are doing for me. I don't deserve...”

"I will decide what you do and don't deserve," Hermione interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. "I'm going to have some fruit brought up for us. What do you like?"

“Anything you would like. And I don't think I am capable to eat unaided.”

"I am here to take care of you," Hermione said, pressing her cheek to his head. "I'm sorry if--if anything I said..."

“Don't be sorry. I deserved all of it, I guess. You hate me. You don't have to be here.”

"You didn't. I was angry over something silly. I don't hate you, not really. Don't get me wrong, you annoy the hell out of me. But I don't hate you."

Draco shook as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Please don't cry," Hermione whispered, pulling him close and resting her cheek on top of his head. "I don't like to see you sad. I kind of like to argue with you though."

“I love you so much but you don't realize that.”

"I think I realize it. I just don't understand it," Hermione said. "Please don't cry."

“Draco, it's all so difficult. But when I saw you almost die in front of me, I just couldn't take that. It was horrible.”

"You said, your heart will never be mine," Draco said, looking away from her.

“Maybe I was exaggerating that one. It just takes time for me to fall in love.”

"You said you were in love with Severus Snape."

“I am, but if he loved me this way, he would have shown me something by now.”

"You said I was a nuisance, and you disrespected me," Draco said, turning to his side.

“Draco, please. Forgive me? You are so ill now, you don't need the stress.”

Draco sniffed. "You don't have to stay with someone you so obviously detest."

Hermione kissed his cheek.

Draco gasped a little at the kiss and turned his mouth.

Hermione decided that she owed it to him. Ever so slowly, her lips descended to his.

Draco moaned and allowed Hermione to pull him so he was on his back again.

Hermione kissed him eagerly. His lips were so soft.

Draco sighed as he felt her hands on his chest and felt her move to straddle him.

“Don't ever scare me like this again,” she whispered, petting his chest gently.

"I endeavor to please you, my Lady," Draco whispered back leaning his lips close to hers again. “I love you.”

Hermione bit her lip to hold back her smile. No male had ever wanted to please her before. She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.

“Oh Draco,” she murmured. His body had regained its normal heat, his heart was beating rapidly, but not alarmingly so.

"Hermione," Draco whispered, lifting his hands to her hips. He stared at her stomach. "You're beautiful."

Hermione blushed. “Why do you think so?”

"You are sweet to everyone. Even though I've been rotten to you, you are here taking care of me. You are brave. You stood by Potter when he went to face the Dark Lord. You care for the werewolves and the vampires and want them to be treated equally. You have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen. And when you look at someone with love shining in them, well, nothing is more lovely than you. I want to see you look at me that way, with love in your eyes. As I look at you, with love in mine."

Hermione's heart clenched.

"Draco," she whispered. "Can I share something with you?"

“Anything you want, Love.”

Hermione leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Yelling, screaming, insulting, and the silent treatment are all the methods utilized by Gryffindors to show that we care."

“Really? So if you are gentle to me, does it mean you don't care?”

"No," Hermione said, and she smiled at him. "But yelling doesn't mean that I hate you. That is the point. If you have the power to inspire so much anger and hurt, it means that somewhere I have to care. My parents argued everyday I remember being with them, usually over something stupid like buying the wrong brand of crisps or a bad cut of meat. They always made up."

“Will you make up with me, too?”

"Aren't we making up now?" Hermione asked. "We also tend to say things that we know will hurt. It's stupid...but kind of like a test."

“I love you as you are. And of course, I love making up.”

"So you will argue back with me from now on?" Hermione asked, tracing circles on the top of his hand.

“If I get make up kisses? Then yes!”

"Make up snogging should be the best part of a relationship," Hermione said, looking thoughtful.

“And maybe make up love making too?”

"No, DRACO MALFOY, I will not have sex with you!" Hermione said in a loud voice cutting her eyes to the door as she heard footsteps in the hall outside. "Your father says we are not to do that."

“I didn't mean now. I meant later...”

Lucius stalked into the room. "No SEX!"

"I will have sex with Draco if I want," Hermione said, shoving her mouth against Draco's and kissing him roughly enough to cause his lips to swell a bit.

Lucius huffed.

Hermione pulled back from Draco who looked pleased with himself.

"Isn't she wonderful?" Draco asked, reaching forward to touch her hip.

“I came here to check on your health, Draco. It looks like your fiancée has taken care of you.”

"Yes, she has made me feel much better. She is sweet and dear. I've never regained myself so quickly after an attack."

“Well, that is certainly fantastic. Usually it takes Draco three days to regain consciousness.”

"Draco and I were just about to have wild and crazy SEX. Could you leave now?" Hermione asked, looking at Lucius as calmly as if she had just told him she had taken a pleasant walk through the gardens.

Draco gasped and reached for her.

"You will NOT have sex!" Lucius said, jutting his chin forward and glaring.

“But if my darling wants to, we will.”

"I don't care what your 'darling' wants. She is being seedy and trying to pick a fight."

Hermione pouted.

“I like to nurse him.”

"Nursing him is fine. Having sex with him is not."

“But he is my fiancé. Men need sex.”

"Here here!" Draco said.

"You may have all the sex you want once you are married."

“But we can have it now, too!” Hermione said, looking at Draco.

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him," Draco piped up.

Hermione giggled and cupped Draco.

"Hermione, come here," Lucius said, and he snapped his fingers causing her to be dragged to his feet.

“Why?” she pouted. She looked up at him from her place at his feet.

"You will obey me by choice, or I will enforce it."

“But I make Draco happy.”

"I am in charge of this family."

“Father, let her stay!”

"If you give me a wizard's oath, Draco, not to have sex in any manner of the word. No oral, no anal, no vaginal," Lucius said. "Snogging is fine."

Draco frowned, but decided he wanted to keep her more than he wanted sex.

“I swear we will not have any kind of sex right now.”

"Swear not to have sex till you are married," Lucius said, "Then you may do whatever you please as far as sex is concerned."

“Isn't it enough to swear for just today?” Hermione asked, looking up at Draco piteously.

"Until you are married," Lucius said, frowning at them darkly.

“I won't swear that!”

“Lucius, what's the ruckus about?” Narcissa asked as she looked into the room.

"Father doesn't want me to get better. I would be healed if Hermione had sex with me, and he won't allow it," Draco said, reaching for Hermione where she sat at Lucius' feet.

Narcissa hugged Lucius from behind.

“I remember we had sex before our wedding, Love,” she whispered in his ear.

"We did not," Lucius said, blushing brightly. "I was an honorable wizard. You came to the wedding bed a virgin!"

"Well, our wedding bed and the bed I lost it to you in are the same," Narcissa said, sliding her fingers into Lucius' hair.

Lucius looked flustered.

“Cissa, not in front of the children!”

"Families don't keep secrets," Hermione said. "Didn't you say that to me, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Never! A few secrets are good for people."

“Oh Lucius, don't be such a sourpuss. Let the young ones have fun. they are engaged.”

"No sex till they are married!" Lucius insisted.

“That's what your father said, too. But we managed to do it still.”

"Which is why I will have an oath from Draco that he will not have sex with her of any kind before he is married," Lucius smiled triumphantly.

“Lucius, you didn't use to be such a sourpuss. Where's my passionate man gone?”

"I am passionate," Lucius said, reaching down and taking Hermione's arm, "about these two not having sex till they are wed."

“Lucius, I bought something you might like to look at. It is in our bedroom,” Narcissa whispered, sliding her hands up Lucius’ chest.

"Cissa, they must swear!" Lucius said, stomping his foot. His mouth turned down and his eyes widened in horror as he realized what he had just done.

"I get it honestly!" Draco said, pointing to his father. "See!"

"Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said, grinning slyly. "I know what my request is."

“You shall allow Draco and me to do as we please sexually.”

Lucius glared at her. "You are a vile little wench."

"Thank you," Hermione said, and she crawled back onto the bed and set about fluffing Draco's pillows.

Draco sighed as his witch settled at his side and glared at Lucius.

“Fine. You can get that. You outsmarted me, little witch.”

Hermione winked at Lucius as she put her cheek on Draco's chest and ran her fingertips over his abs.

Hermione smiled

"We would like to be alone now," Draco said, smiling as Hermione snuggled at his side. "I will be fine. Hermione will take care of me."

“Of course, Baby. I am happy you recovered so fast,” Narcissa said and smiled.

Hermione smirked and wiggled her fingers at Lucius as he walked out of the room.

"We will snuggle," Hermione decided, curling around Draco.

“Anything you wish, my love,” Draco said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“It feels nice to snuggle you.”

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Hermione sighed as she woke up with soft lips peppering her cheeks with kisses.

“Mm, Severus,” she murmured.

"Draco!" Draco insisted, pressing his lips over hers. She would kiss the memory of his godfather goodbye the more she kissed him.

“Severus, stop kidding me!”

Draco whined loudly. "Draco Lucian Malfoy, your fiancé!"

“Draco icky!”

"Draco is handsome, magnificent, august, grand."

“Draco is ferret! Ferrets poot!”

"Hermione wants to snuggle Draco. Says she will do with him whatever she wants that is kind and thoughtful. Says she wants to have his baby. Be his witch."

“That is another Hermione!”

"Hermione Jean Granger, Class of 1999, Gryffindor, Head-girl loves Draco Lucian Malfoy, Class of 1998, Slytherin, Head-boy."

“Draco is pooty!” she giggled.

"Draco is decorated auror, kind, contemplative, pensive. Draco is gorgeous. Has abs to die for!”

"Only like Draco's backside," Hermione giggled.

"Yes, Draco's arse is tops."

“No. I like to see him leave.”

"Hermione wake up!" Draco said. "You said you cared for Draco."

“I care for all human beings!”

"You LOVE Draco," Draco said, shaking her gently. "You are to wed him!"

Hermione opened her eyes.

"Hermione, you love me, right?" Draco asked with big eyes.

“UH? Did I say that?”

"You said you wanted to stay with me and cuddle me."

“I might have been upset.”

“But you were nice to me!” Draco leaned in and tried to kiss her lips.

"Ew! Don't do that," Hermione said, backing away from him. "Just because I take care of you when you have a horrible seizure doesn't mean that I like you."

Draco looked away. "You kissed me earlier."

Hermione frowned when she saw the sad look.

"I'm going to take a shower." She stood up and walked to the bathroom. She shut and locked the door.

Hermione entered the shower, taking a deep breath.

She realized that she cared for Draco. She knew it was wrong, that she should not, but every time he looked at her, with those beautiful eyes....

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Draco sat on the bed pouting. She said she was going to have sex with him. He didn't understand her.

Draco smiled when he saw the teapot and delivered as the shower turned off.

He quickly poured some hot water over the tea bag in his cup before he lifted the top off the pot and poured a vial of potion into what was left of the hot water which was just enough to make a single cup of tea.

He would make her nice.

Hermione came out in the room with her wet hair dripping a little and a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body.

"Hermione, Love," Draco said, holding the pot out to her. "Do you want some tea? I had your favorite brought, vanilla. And I have your favorite sweetner, honey."

Hermione wanted to frown and tell him to get lost. But he had just recovered from a serious seizure, and he had nearly died. He deserved to be treated nicely. She just sort of wanted to be mean to him. Make him cry a little.

"Please, have some tea with me," Draco pleaded, holding out a pretty ivy design china cup to her. "Please."

Well it wasn't like he was asking her to kiss his wonderfully delicious lips and...

“Fine,” she said and took the offered cup. The tea was delicious, way better than the cheap Muggle brand she was used to. She sat down on the bed and felt her tensions ease.

"Are you feeling well, Dearest?" Draco asked as he noticed the cup and was empty. He crawled closer to her on the bed and sat on his knees behind her.

“I feel a little light headed. I guess it is because I stayed up all night to look after you.”

"I'm very grateful to you for that, Love," Draco whispered, daring to put his hands on his shoulders.

She pulled him in for a hug. “I was so scared. I couldn't lose you.”

"I'm sorry for worrying you. I will do my best to not worry you again."

Hermione leaned back so she was resting against him.

Draco looked down at her, "Love."

“Yes, Draco? I think I like to be engaged to you. You are a nice wizard at times.”

"If you like being engaged, you will love being married," Draco said, and he gulped as he saw the towel she was wearing slip a little

“Maybe I should take your name? And become Mrs. Malfoy?”

"You will take my name," Draco said, pouting. "You must. You are to be my wife." He played with a strand of her wet hair.

“And you will be my husband. A very handsome husband!”

"A trophy husband?" Draco asked, readjusting her towel as he stared at her breasts.

Hermione giggled.

“I always wanted a trophy husband. Like in the books!”

Draco sighed as he looked up at her and puffed his lips out cocking his head to the side.

“And you are funny too!”

"And you are the most wonderful witch in the world, when you aren't having mood swings," Draco said, moving his hand up and down her arm.

"I told you," Hermione said, kissing him lightly. "Gryffindors like to fight with those for whom they care. Didn't you notice all the drama between Harry, Ron, and myself."

“I thought you three were lovers.”

"Harry and Ron have eyes only for each other."

Draco stared at her, not understanding what she was saying.

"I never had a threesome with the boys. I discovered they were gay when I walked in on them showering as we were searching for the horcruxes and saw Ron buried in Harry's arse."

“Eww, Hermione, don’t give me the gory details! I walked in on Potter bending Weasley over in the auror showers."

Hermione giggled. "Yes, they are into being caught or rather the danger of being caught."

“Please, next you'll elaborate on their favorite sex positions. Let's talk about us now, please?”

Hermione hugged him. “I am worried about your health.”

Draco was about to tell her that he would be fine, but noticed her hugging him and decided to milk it.

"I could. Usually I am sick for several days," Draco said, leaning in closer to Hermione.

“For how many days? I never noticed that as Aurors have plenty of leave for the long hours worked on the field.”

"Usually three at least. Which is also partly why I do so much field work with werewolves and such. As it gets me leave for when I have these attacks."

A tear slid down her cheek. I don't know you were so ill. If I knew I would've been nicer to you. Poor, poor you!”

Draco pouted, "Why can't you be nice to me if I am not sick?"

Hermione didn't know the answer to that. She just felt like being mean to him most of the time. It gave her a sense of wicked pleasure in fact.

“I feel faint. Can we lie down again?” Draco asked, looking innocent.

Hermione nodded and directed him back on the bed.

She smoothed his hair back.

"I am going to go and make you some of my special chocolate ship and almond puff pastry

“Stay with me? The elves can make it. I don't want to be alone.”

"I will go and make them for you," Hermione insisted as she petted his hair before pulling the covers up over him. "I'll not be gone long."

“But I need you here,” Draco whined, reaching out a hand for her, “with me.”

Hermione pushed his hand back. "You need to rest. I will come back and stay with you as soon as I am done.”

Draco pouted and buried his face in the pillow. She would not come back, he just knew it.

Hermione leaned over and petted his hair for a moment. She kissed his cheek.

“Just say that you're leaving me. You don't need to pretend that you care for me.”

"I'll be coming back," Hermione said, rubbing his back gently. "I will come back with a glass of milk and a delicious pastry for you."

Draco pulled a pillow over his face.

Hermione stood up and blew out the candles before she left the room pulling the door quietly shut behind her.

Draco let tears slide down his cheeks. How he wished that what she had said was true. The girl who loved him would go and make pastries for him. However, Hermione hated him. She would not do anything nice for him

Hermione strode quickly down the hallway searching for the kitchen.

"What are you looking for Miss Granger?" Lucius asked as he strode up to her in the main entry way.

“I'm looking for the kitchens. I want to make a special pastry for Draco.”

"That is very thoughtful of you," Lucius said, "I hope you weren't planning to mix anything nefarious in with it."

"OF course not!" Hermione said, glaring at Lucius with narrow eyes and a slightly dropped jaw.

“Draco needs to get well soon. His seizure scared me a lot. I need to be nice to him, to make up for me being nasty.”

"Brownie," Lucius called.

POP!

"What can Brownie do for Master?" a house-elf asked as it bowed low to the ground.

“Can you show Mistress where the kitchens are?”

"Brownie would be honored, but whatever Misses needs...we elves is happy to get."

“No, Brownie, I wish to make the pastry myself.”

“We not goods enough for Mistress?” the elf asked and began to bang his head against the wall.

"Brownie enough!" Lucius commanded. "What have I told you about self punishment?" Lucius slammed the end of his cane down on the floor. The sound startled Brownie who had tears in his eyes.

“But new Mistress doesn't want elf services! Means we bad elves if mistress wants to cook! Means we can nots does cooking right!”

"I just want to make something for Draco myself," Hermione said. "It has nothing to do with your abilities, which from everything I've tasted, are the top in the wizarding world."

“But we elves is supposed to cook! Mistress just has to says what!”

"It is a Muggle tradition for a woman to cook for a man for whom she cares. This will be respected," Lucius said, "I will hear no more arguements on the subject and be sure to inform any elf that wants to object that they are questioning Master and Master will penalize them to the fullest extent of his abilities." Lucius pulled a glove out of his pocket and tossed it up in the air and catching it.

The elf whimpered and bowed.

"Brownie will be happy to show you to the kitchens and provide you with whatever ingredients you require."

“Very good. Thank you Mr. Malfoy for your help,” Hermione said and run to kiss his cheek.

Lucius wrapped an arm briefly around her waist and leaned down to accept her token of affection.

“I must go and make the pastry for Draco. He will like it. I am sure!”

Lucius smiled at her as the elf winked them away.

The elves bowed low when Hermione appeared in the kitchen.

Hermione gasped as she looked around at the dozens of elves.

“What cans we do for mistress?” a young elf jumped up nervously.

"I just want to make some special pastries for Draco," Hermione said, and she listed the things that she would need for her recipe.

The elves quickly found all the ingredients she needed.

Hermione sighed as she began to mix everything together as her mother had always shown her.

The elves stood around her, their big eyes wide. They had never seen a witch cook.

Hermione paid no attention to them as she pulled the second bowl toward her and began to mix the filling for the rolls while she let the dough rise for the other.

“Does Mistress need helps?” an elf asked.

Hermione powdered the countertop with flour and rolled the dough out in a twelve in. by twelve in. square.

"I'm fine," Hermione said, rubbing her nose on her sleeve to get rid of the flour on it. "Wait, would you go and check on Draco really quick?"

An elf nodded and popped away.

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Draco pouted and rolled around in the bed making a mess of the sheets.

He should've given her the potion, then she would've not run away. Probably she was all lovey-dovey with his father now.

"Master," a soft voice whispered.

“Go away!” Draco growled.

"Young Mistress inquires Peaches to see how you is doing," Peaches said, and her lip trembled at the growl in his voice.

“I’m doing freaking bloody wonderful!”

The elf began to sob loudly.

“If the Mistress is with my father, tell her she can stay with the old bag.”

"Mistress is in kitchen making special pastry for Master Draco," the elf said. "She no trust us elves to help her with it."

“Whatever,” Draco grumbled, hiding under the sheets after throwing a pillow at the elf.

"Ungrateful," the elf murmured before it popped away.

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Hermione sighed happily. The pastry was in the oven already. She put a pot on the stove and began to make a vanilla sauce to go on top.

"Master is ungrateful," the elf pouted as it arrived. "Mistress would be better off taking special pastry to Master Lucius. He is not SPOILT."

“What did Draco do?”

"Threw a pillow at Peaches!" the elf said, lowering her ears.

“Did he? I will tell him off for that. Here, Peaches, have a pastry.”

Peaches' eyes widened. "Peaches couldn't!"

“Sure you can! It's for a reward for being brave!”

"Elves don't eat such fine food as Master and Mistress," Peaches said.

“Sure you can!”

"Please, Mistress. Peaches can't."

Hermione smiled as she gave up on the elf. She reached into the oven and took out the tray of hot rolls.

“You all can take a couple of the pastries,” she offered.

The elves all blushed and took steps away from her. Each murmured the same sentiment.

"Brownie," Hermione asked, looking around for the deep brown eyes of the elf who'd brought her to the kitchen.

“Yes, Mistress?” the elf asked, his head bowed.

Hermione scooped a roll onto two small plates and drizzled them with the vanilla sauce.

"Would you take these plates to Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?" she asked.

Two elves came forward and took the plates.

"Thank you so much," Hermione said as she prepared a plate for Draco and poured him a glass of milk.

The elves all smiled widely and curtsied.

Hermione smiled at them as she walked out of the kitchen and gasped as she walked right into Draco's room. A door of requirement...Fancy.

“Get away! I don't want any nosy elves!”

"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed loudly. "You stop being that way."

Draco looked up from his bed.

Hermione stood there holding a plate with a steaming hot pastry in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Her lips were tightly pinched together.

“I'm sorry, Love! I thought you were an elf!”

"You would address an elf that way? That is horrible."

“I was upset that you left me!”

"I told you I was coming back," Hermione said, setting the plate down on the nightstand.

“I didn't believe you!”

Hermione glared at him. "Why?"

“Because you hate me!”

"I told you that I don't really hate you."

“Yes?” Draco asked, his cheeks still tearstained.

"Don't you believe me?"

“No,” he said and hid his face in his hands.

Hermione glared at him. "You are a horrid, reviling little ferret!" Hermione said, restraining herself before she poured the milk over his head. He was sick.

Draco shook. Magic crackled around him and the duvet and pillows exploded.

"Stop it right now!" Hermione said, cutting off a piece of the pastry she'd made and pushing it into Draco's mouth.

The magic was encompassing the whole room now.

Draco gasped as the sweet rich flavor invaded his senses and the roll practically melted in his mouth.

Hermione glared at him as she cut another piece of the roll.

Sweat was dropping down his pale skin, his hands were shaking.

Hermione continued to feed him another bite before she reached over and picked up the glass of milk.

He fell against the pillows, shivering.

"Draco," Hermione said, leaning up against him. "You need to be strong."

She leaned against his chest.

His heart was racing madly, his breathing getting shallower every moment.

"Draco, stop this," Hermione said, sliding her hands over him.

“Scum! I am scum!” he murmured.

"Stop that," Hermione whispered.

A seizure took over his body, his arms and legs flailing.

"Draco! Draco!" Hermione began to scream as she wrapped her arms around him. "Please stop this. Please!"

Draco continued to convulse and threw Hermione off him.

“No love for me! I don't deserve!”

Hermione began to laugh loudly then. She clapped her hands.

"He is going to die!" she laughed happily.

Narcissa came running into the room at the sound of the laughter and screaming mixture.

"Die. Die. Die." Hermione said, clapping her hands in delight.

“Lucius, come here!” Narcissa cried.

Lucius leapt into the room and yelled when he saw his son convulsing wildly.

"Dead! Deady Dead! Dead! Dead!" Hermione said, before falling over and beginning to twitch.

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There we are. Chapter 13. Don't worry. The bipolar Hermione has almost been eradicated. *hugs reviewers*

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