Blood Magic

Sleeping In...

Hermione had awoken the following day with an ache in the back of her head, along with an even deeper ache between her legs. She cracked her eyes open to find herself tucked partly beneath Draco. The man was lying flat on his stomach, facing her.

It made her heart flutter to see him sleeping so peacefully. Her hand lifted to brush the stray fringe of his hair from his face. She smiled.

Clearly Ivan had been stopped. She just wished that she could remember how.

The blond Slytherin started to stir under her touch. He mumbled and growled in displeasure at having his rest disturbed. "Princess, please," he groaned. "Go back to sleep."

Mione pursed her lips and huffed out a deep, unsatisfied breath. 

"Draco, what happened yesterday?" And why on earth was she lying naked in his bed?

Malfoy merely let out another rumbling hum while adjusting his exhausted position. When Hermione realized that she wasn't likely to get a real answer out of him, she half-hazdarly attempted to slip out of bed. However, she made it all of three inches before a strong, heavy-weighted arm came barreling down around her waist.

"Stop it," he snarled.

Hermione turned to flash a glare at him while her hands went to try and move Malfoy's arm away. To no avail, unfortunately.

In fact, her futile attempt to get up was quickly met with a tighter hold and a pair of flaming red eyes. Draco claws her back to his side. This time planting a muscular knee between her legs, locking her firmly in her place.

Draco leaned in to hiss into her ear. "I said, stop. It." His voice dropped low in his throat. "After finding you nearly being almost mauled by Ivan, you're lucky I haven't decided to tie you to the bed."

Mione gaped at him with wide eyes. Just hearing the bastard's name sent unpleasant chills up her spine. She drew her brows together.

"Tell me what happened with Ivan," she said, her tone sounding pleading. "The last thing I remember was him talking about some girl named Genevieve. And then...everything went black." 

Some of Draco's displeasure melted away from his features. Although he kept his knee where it was, he lifted his arm to palm the side of her face. His thumb gently brushed her cheek with a feather light touch.

"After you blacked out...your creature took over." Hermione failed to keep her look of shock under control. But Malfoy, on the other hand, bore an expression of pure pride and fulfillment. "She told that barmy asshole that you didn't belong to him. And then she punched him out—sent the shithead flying off his feet."

Mione's lips parted. "W-What? No I didn't," she insisted. His chuckles sent rows of goosebumps rolling down her arms.

"Oh, yes," he confirmed happily. "You knocked him on his arse and came rushing straight to me. We made it back inside the castle and I brought you to my rooms."

The witch allowed herself to sink back into the mattress. She unknowingly flexed her right hand, trying to imagine how she had managed to knock someone as strong as Ivan to the ground. Then again, of course she was going to believe Draco. It's not as though the man was capable of lying.

Better still, having heard the second part of his explanation now Hermione was truly beginning to feel the aches and pains throughout the rest of her body.

"Okay...Well, now I kind of understand why the rest of my body hurts and why I seem to be without clothes," she muttered.

Another round of chuckling sounded through the room. His body's vibrations sent tingles down her spine and straight to her core.