A Reason To Be

‘Good, Draco. Go ahead and molest the comatose girl. No one will mind.’ Draco mentally berated himself as he stripped off his clothes. When he had returned from the hospital wing he decided that he needed to relax and he intended to do that with a long, hot bath. After all his clothes had accumulated into a pile on the floor, he padded into his bathroom and eased himself down into the steamy water. Draco sighed deeply and let the hot water swallow him up to the mid-torso. Then he cupped his hands together and splashed his chest and face.

“I can’t believe I fucking did that.” Draco said quietly to the empty bathroom. One moment he had just been sitting there; minding his own business, then the next he was running his hand over Hermione’s soft skin and kissing her soft lips.

“And damn were they soft.” Draco laughed to himself. He reached over and grabbed a sponge from the edge of the tub. He pushed it under water and filled it to capacity then he pulled it back out and squeezed it over his chest and shoulders. He had tried his best, he had gone a few minutes, but now he was distracted from bathing himself. All he could think of was Hermione.

His grip loosened until the sponge dropped from his hand and made a small splash on the surface of the water. He put his arms on the sides of the bathtub, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He remembered the feel of her lips on his. They were slightly cooler than they should have been and of course they did not kiss him back. He recalled what her skin felt like under his hand. The smoothness of her shoulders, of her face, her stomach. He remember the swell of her breasts on either side if his fingers would he trailed them down to her flat stomach. It was at that point Draco’s vision morphed. He couldn’t help thinking about what would have happened if Hermione had been awake. His breath caught in his throat as he thought about it.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Draco felt her arms reach up and wrap around his neck and pull him down on her. His hands went to the sides of her bed, bracing himself. His kisses became more urgent, his tongue begging access to her mouth. Hermione’s mouth opened, her kisses becoming bolder as well. Draco had been standing at the edge of her bed but now he had give into his insatiable need to be closer to her. In a matter of seconds, without pulling his lips away from hers, he climbed onto the bed with Hermione. Draco planted his knees on either side of her thighs. His body hovered over hers until she grabbed hold of his strong shoulder and pulled him down further. Draco’s body covered Hermione’s and he could feel her writhing beneath him.

Draco’s eyes remained shut and his breathing became more labored as he thought about Hermione and himself. Unconsciously his hand had drifted from the edge of the tub and down into the water. He bit his lip as he took his erection in his hand. The calloused hand started moving; stroking. He imagined it was Hermione’s warm body moving beneath him.

He pulled his lips away from hers and started placing desperate; open-mouth kisses on her throat and neck. Along with his kisses he gave teasingly slow licks with his tongue. The moans he drew out of her drove him wild. He felt her hands leave his shoulder and slide between their bodies. Her soft hands slid under his shirt and roved over his chest and stomach.

Draco’s hand moved faster, while the other gripped the side of the tub. He licked his lips and soft moans escaped from his mouth. His thought jumped from the two of them in the hospital bed together to the bathtub he occupied. He desperately wanted her in that tub with him. He could imagine her gorgeous body, completely naked and dripping wet. He would do things to her that would make her scream out his name. It was those lust-filled thoughts of her in the water with him that finished him off. His hand stroked his painfully hard member faster and faster until finally his breath hitched in his lungs and a wave of release crashed down upon him.

Draco was still breathing hard when he opened his eyes. He could feel himself shaking slightly. Wither that was from the fact that he had come moments before or if the water he was sitting in was cooling down rapidly; he did not know. It was then that the thought of what he had just done dawned on him.

I just thought about fucking Hermione Granger, I’ll be damned.’ Draco thought incredulously to himself. He knew he was attracted to her, but he felt like he had lost his self-control. The thought did not disgust him, as he knew it would any other pureblood, especially his father. Then a totally different thought entered his head as he pushed himself up out of the water.

‘This can’t be healthy; I just jerked off thinking about a girl who is in a coma.’ Draco thought and then immediately wished there was someone around to smack him. As he stepped out of the tub and grabbed a nearby towel, he could help but laugh at himself.

“Masturbating to a comatose patient. Well if I wasn’t going to hell before I sure am now.” Draco laughed.



“Damn it to hell!!” Harry shouted to the ceiling of the Gryffindor common room. He had just come back from speaking to Dumbledore and the old man could not have given the young man worse news. Just as Harry had his little tantrum, Ron came down the stairs, from their dormitory, and looked at Harry oddly.

“What are you on about?” Ron asked, dragging his trunk behind him. It was the beginning of Christmas break and for once he got to go home to the Burrow for the holidays.

“I have to stay here for Christmas.” Harry said bitterly. He was supposed to go with Ron for Christmas this year. He had been thrilled when Mrs. Weasley had extended the invitation to him. His hopes had just been shot down by Dumbledore. The school’s headmaster had confided in Harry that the Ministry had been keeping him up to date on the movements of the Death Eaters and that at this time no one thought Harry should leave Hogwarts. Albus had said that he was sure the Weasley’s would have taken every precaution for his safety but he felt it was better that Harry stay at Hogwarts, where Dumbledore and the other professors involved with the Order could keep him in their sights.

Harry knew that he was probably right but that was not the point. He had always spent Christmas at Hogwarts, which was a damn sight better than the Dursley’s but he had so very much wanted to go with Ron for Christmas. It would have been a holiday like no other. He had never experienced Christmas like he would there. Now it looked as if he still wouldn’t.

“Awww, why not?” Ron asked. Harry explained grumpily the reason that Dumbledore had given him. Ron was severely disappointed too but he too could see slightly what Albus had meant. Ron sat with Harry, listening to him grumble until it was absolutely time for him to leave.

“I’m sorry Harry. I’m sure it won’t be too bad.” Ron said, standing up and grabbing his things. He could see there was no consoling Harry at this point. He said goodbye to his friend and left the common room. Harry muttered a goodbye but did not get up or even cast a glance in Ron’s direction. Harry just sat in his chair, watching the fire with a frown on his face.