Sleepless Nights

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN





Hermione was standing at the common rooms window and watching as students and parents made their way to the Quidditch pitch. It was going to be a rough game for her to watch, since it was between Gryffindor, her house and the team’s seeker happened to be her best friend, and Slytherin, her boyfriend’s house and he happened to be the seeker for that team.



“Hey you, what are you staring at?” Draco slid his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck.



“Just thinking how strange this match will be for me today.” She said as she leaned into him.



“No law against rooting for both sides, love.” He was sliding his hands beneath her cotton t-shirt, stroking the soft flesh of her tummy.



“You shouldn’t start what you can’t finish, Dragon.” Hermione admonished as his hands slid further up, cupping her breasts.



“Since when can I not finish it? I’ve had you at least a dozen times in the last week, and finished it every time!” he said indignantly.



“That’s not what I meant, you need your energy for the game.” She moaned softly, despite her protest.



“Ah, but that’s just it, I need not expend all that much.” He began pulling her backwards from the window. “You see, I happen to be a wizard.” He said as he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wand. “And I am very clever, and talented with my wand.” Hermione laughed softly at the double meaning.



“And oh so sure of yourself.” She said, smiling as he continued to walk slowly backwards with his arms around her.



“Divesto.” He whispered, tapping her hip with his wand. Her jeans and knickers vanished as he fell back onto the sofa and pulled her into his lap.



“Draco!” She could feel him fumbling with the fastenings of his own jeans beneath her bottom.



“The way I see it…” He said, as he lifted his hips in order to push his clothes past them. “If you do all the work….” He slid his hands around and to the inside of her thighs, pushing her them apart to drape over the outside of his. He dipped his fingers into her sex to ascertain her readiness, pleased to find her slick and heated. “I won’t have to wear myself out before the match.” He clutched her hips, lifting and tilting her forward as he slid into her.



When he was seated fully inside her, he let his hands wander back up to cup her breasts and pulled her back to lean against his chest.



“Now ride me.” He whispered against her ear, biting down on the lobe gently. Hermione whimpered softly as she began to rock and undulate her hips over him. The position forced the head of his cock against the upper wall of her slick channel, hitting the sweet spot inside her with every shift of her hips.



“My god Dragon!” She cried out, her hips working franticly as she climbed higher towards her peak. His hands were not gentle as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts, pinching the nipples hard, almost painfully.



“Now, love, come now.” He rasped, but she needed no prompting as the orgasm swamped her, she cried his name, a wave of dizzy euphoria washing over her as her body milked the seed from his.



She slumped back against him, breathless and dizzy as he rained kissed on the side of her neck and face.



“See now, you did all the work, and I am relaxed and more than ready to hit the pitch.”



“Oh shut up Dragon, you arrogant prat.” She teased. Draco chuckled softly.



“I love you.”



“I know you do, I love you too.” She turned her head and kissed him. “Now, give me back my clothes so I can get cleaned up. You need to get into your gear so we can get going.”











Hermione settled in along the front row of Gryffindor’s box around the pitch. She was seated between Ron and Ginny per usual as she waited for the match to begin. Gryffindor hit the platform first, the players mounting their brooms and making a slow jaunt around the pitch, stopping to pump their fists and get their house riled up and cheering. They moved into their positions and waited as Slytherin took to the pitch.





Like the team before them, they circled the field, stopping before their house’s box and pumping up the crowd. As they moved towards their positions, Draco flew to where Hermione sat on the other side of the pitch.



“Kiss for luck?” He asked, winking.



“I cant give you a kiss for luck, your competing against my house.” She said, laughing.



“Then how bout a kiss, just because you love me?” Hermione smiled and got to her feet, cupping the back of is neck and kissing him soundly.



“Good luck Dragon.” She whispered softly against his lips before he shot off as though from a cannon, smiling at her over his shoulder.



“What have you done to him?” Ron asked as he stared after Draco in complete confusion. “He’s gone mental, look at him, all goo goo eyes and kissing.”



“I didn’t do anything other than give him my love. It’s enough for him.” She said as she took her seat.



“I think its terribly romantic.” Ginny said.



“You would.” Ron muttered.



“Shush now, I want to watch the match.” Hermione snapped as she turned her attention back to the pitch. She wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of quidditch, but she was a fan of Harry and of Draco, so she tolerated it in support of them.



It was a close game, neither team getting a very big lead over the other before it turned around. Harry and Draco both came close to the snitch several times with no luck in catching the dodgy little ball. As the game neared the time limit, Draco and Harry were both bearing down on the object that would win them the match when out of nowhere a bludger shot from below and struck Draco on the back of his head.



Hermione leapt to her feet, screaming she watched him slide from the broom and fall at least fifteen feet to the ground below, completely unconscious. Madam Hooch called the game to a halt as the medical staff collected Draco and transported him to the hospital wing.



Despite the fact that he knew she hated to fly, Harry stopped in front of the box where Hermione stood and reached out his hand.



“Come on, Ill take you to the hospital wing.” He said. Ron lifted her up and over the wall, settling her behind Harry as she wrapped her arms around him. His broom was the fastest around, and she closed her eyes tight as he took off. She would deal with the misery of flying to get to the one she loved. At least she could be confident in Harry’s flying ability, she had seen few wizards as skilled as he.



He let her off just inside the castle gate, following her inside as she ran to the hospital wing. She could hear Draco crying out as she entered the room. He was writhing and thrashing on a cot at the end while several nurses tried to hold him down.



“What’s wrong with him?” harry asked as they raced to his bedside.



“He has a broken leg, and several cracked ribs….but he hasn’t regained conciousness yet, we aren’t sure why he’s acting so out of control!” Madame Pomfrey said. “We’re going to have to paralyze him to treat his injuries!”



“No, you can’t do that!” Hermione cried, just as Lucius and Narcissa were escorted into the room with a ministry official as their guard.



“What are you doing to my son?” Lucius demanded.



“We need to treat him, but he wont calm down and he’s not even lucid, I have never seen anything like it! He needs to be given a paralytic potion so we can tend to him before he hurts himself more.”



“Mr. Malfoy, please…you know the side effects of the paralytics, the risk is too high that’s why they aren’t used often...” Hermione pleaded with him. She looked back over her shoulder at the nurses restraining Draco and frowned.



She shouldered her way through them, not caring that she was rude, and out of line.

“Move!” She shoved them aside and crawled up into the bed, lifting Draco’s torso and moving behind him, pulling him back to rest against her chest. He was still fighting and thrashing, no doubt she would be bruised and somewhat battered come morning. She began to stroke his hair, running her fingers over his scalp, his face and neck as she crooned to him softly.



“Shush now Dragon. I’m here my love. Stop fretting now, be easy.” She said softly as everyone in the room watched in amazement. “I’ve got you Dragon. I love you.” To their astonishment he calmed almost instantly, his body going limp in her arms.



“What on earth…is that a spell?” Madam Pomfrey asked as she approached Draco so she could heal his injuries.



“No…..this is how we fell in love.” She said softly as she continued to stroke his hair while the medi-witch tended to him. “Draco had been having terrible nightmares, and he couldn’t sleep. It was making him ill they were so terrible, and nothing would help him.” Hermione looked up at Harry. “I remembered how you would do the same thing, and I used the same method with him that I used with you.” She kissed Draco’s temple. “From that night on, he would come to my bed when he couldn’t sleep and I would do it again, until he didn’t even bother trying to sleep in his own bed anymore. We fell in love shortly after.”



“He’s got a concussion, and more than likely was experiencing something akin to a nightmare, hence his thrashing. None the less, Ms. Granger, I have never seen anything quite like this.” She smiled softly. “At least where he is concerned, you seem to have a magic touch.”



“I had no idea Draco was having such troubles.” Lucius said softly. “His mental state, his nightmares….they are my fault.”



“Draco blames no one. He accepts responsibility for the choices he made Mr. Malfoy.” Hermione said softly.



“Thank you, for helping him, for easing his suffering.” He said, choking on the emotions welling inside him



“No need, I love your son.”



“Mr. and Madame Malfoy, now that we know your son is alright, you need to return to your home.” The ministry official said as he stepped up behind them. Narcissa nodded and leaned over to kiss Draco on his cheek. She cupped Hermione’s cheeks in her hands and kissed her forehead gently.



“You darling, darling girl.” She whispered as she pulled away. Lucius smiled warmly at her and reached out to give her shoulder a light squeeze.



“Will you notify us please when our son awakens?”



“Of course, I will not leave his side….he won’t sleep without me.” She said sheepishly.



“Can’t…” Draco mumbled drunkenly. Lucius and Narcissa both smiled, relieved to hear their sons voice.



“What’s that son?” Lucius asked.



“Can’t sleep without her, not won’t….I can’t.” He groaned softly as he tried to move.



“Stay put Dragon, your body is still healing, you should be fine come morning.” Hermione said softly. Draco opened his eyes and looked up at Harry.



“Who won?” He asked before he slipped off into oblivion once more.











*** Okay...so you knew I had to have some little bit of action occur..not as dramatic as some of my stories...but a little bit of drama is needed sometimes...There is still more to come, though it is winding down.....naughty Lucius and Severus are starting to invade my mind again and I will have to allow them their.....liberties soon else I become their captive....wait a minute, that actually sounds like fun......