A Bellamort Tale

Part 33

"God that feels so good, Draco!" The usually timid woman moaned in content.

"Say a couple of similar things in that tone, love and I won't be able to hold myself back much longer. Do you have any idea how that sounded to me?"

"S-Sorry!" she hissed.

He only grunted and went on with washing her mane. Then he used a lot of warm water to rinse all the dirt and even blood out of it before he first covered her with his robe again and then wrapped a very soft towel around her head.

Hermione was still shivering so he laid both arms around her and held her to his chest.

"How's that?" The wizard asked her and she sighed contently.

"Much better. Thank you for everything you did today."

"Don't thank me already. You'll want to curse me when I start applying the disinfectant. How's your mobility? Can you sit down?"

She nodded and went to his bed to sit at the foot end again. But the young man shook his head and led her to the side, making her lie on her side so he could attend to the deeper wounds which were bleeding again after the water had touched them. It took him almost an hour to clean them and place a cover made of gauze on it, using a special attachment spell to fix them atop the injuries.

When he was eventually done he asked.

"Are you okay or are you still hurting? I can go ask my mother for some pain relief, if you need it."
Hermione shook her head and slowly rolled on her back. Adjusting herself at a few spots she then exhaled audibly and looked at her former enemy.

"I'm fine, thank you. I just need you to show me any place where I can sleep and then I will certainly just pass out very soon. I am completely drained right now."

The witch's request made him frown.

"Have you seen any piece of furniture except my bed, someone could sleep on? You stay exactly where you are and if you're not comfortable with sharing the bed, I will be the one sleeping somewhere on the floor or in a chair. Not because you're a woman and I'm trying to impress you but simply because you're injured and exhausted and need your rest. So, what's your decision, Hermione?"

She shrugged.

"Do you have anything I could wear? I'd be fine with sharing the bed as long as I am not completely naked or in only a robe that is held shut with a belt."

He beamed widely.

"What do you usually wear at night? Not a perverse question, just me asking what you would need."

She giggled.

"Well, if I am not sleeping in an ice cold tent in the wilderness with two guys right in the other chamber, I mostly go to sleep in a long shirt and my underpants. Sadly, I don't have any fresh underwear right now as you took the ones I was wearing with you. And I think on top of being all soiled at least the panties were ripped, right?"

Draco shrugged.

"I can't tell. I just summoned them and then levitated them to the other wing. Will a pair of my boxers do? And I'll see if I can find a shirt that might fit you."

He left and she called after him in offence.

"You're barely taller than me! Why shouldn't your shirts fit me?"

"Because, love, I am quite a bit wider than you. But try this one. I've outgrown it in fourth year. It keeps showing up in my closet whenever I toss it out. Maybe it has been waiting for you."

That made her laugh. But when she changed into it while the young man gazed out of the window into the surroundings, it was almost a perfect match.

"Maybe you're right. It fits almost like a second skin.Just your shorts are way too big." She told him.

Draco turned around and gasped at her sight. He quickly tried to cover how thunderstruck he was from her beauty and said cheekily.

"They're that big for a reason, love." This pretentious and boastful remark made her snort, yet with a beginning blush at the imagination. "You look gorgeous by the way. I'll be right back if you don't mind that I join you already and we maybe could talk a little more. I will also let you sleep if you want to. Your choice again."

She smiled at him with hooded eyes.

"Just hurry, I still feel very vulnerable and exposed when I'm all alone."

He managed to shower, brush his teeth and put on a fresh pair of underpants in less than four minutes, then stood beside the bed, startling Hermione.

"Holy shit, where did you come from so quickly?" She exclaimed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.Why didn't you get under the duvet? You're still shaking."

"It's yours and I don't want to cause so much extra effort. I'd be happy with a normal blanket."

Without speaking he lifted the duvet and pushed it under her, then picked her up and placed her on the now free half of the mattress, carefully letting her head down on the cushion. Then he walked back to the other side and slipped into bed beside her, pulling the quilt over both of them. Laying his arm around her middle from behind, her back resting against his chest, he whispered.

"Just for tonight, so I can warm you up okay?"

The girl nodded and responded.

"I actually like that. I feel safe. Thank you for everything."

"Can I steal one kiss from you? As a thank you?" He pleaded and Hermione turned onto her other side, now looking at the young man with a soft smile.

"It's not stealing if I give it to you voluntarily, right?"

"So you're okay with me kissing you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Malfoy!" She groaned. "Just do it!"