Stay With Me (Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter Six

Hermione Granger

It was like someone else took control of my body as soon as I turned to see Draco. It was like the most broken and lonely parts of myself overthrew the rest of my brain for just long enough to make a huge mistake.

He was beautiful, there was no denying that. There wasn't a single inch of fat on his tall, lean figure. His stomach was unbelievably toned and his arms were corded with enough muscle that you could tell he was strong. He wasn't the most muscular guy I had ever seen but something about the contrasts of his body just made him one of the most beautiful. 

I felt an aching inside of me as I took a step closer to him. Half of me was screaming that this was a bad idea and the other half was screaming not to do it but my body wasn't listening, it was like I had disconnected from my brain as I reached up and drew his face down towards mine. As he drew closer I could feel his breath on my face and I closed my eyes, praying he wouldn't pull away. When I finally felt his lips against mine I let out a gasp of air at the small touch, then he sealed his lips against mine in a real kiss and I couldn't breathe at all. I felt a sweet burning in my lungs as I wound my fingers into his hair and felt his hands resting against my waist. At first he kissed me with hesitancy, as though he was still trying to work out what was happening but then I was up against the wall with one hand on my waist and the other beside my head as his mouth worked roughly against mine.

It was a kiss full of desperation and emotions that I couldn't have figured out if I tried but at that moment it felt so good and so right and I needed it. I needed something to take my mind off the baby, off Ron.

I pulled away.

We were both breathing heavily and when I looked at Draco's face he looked vulnerable for a moment as I saw a flash of pain in his eyes before he closed up again and his face became void of any emotion.

"Draco, I-"

"Look, it's fine. I get it, you were upset, you weren't acting like yourself. I'll get dressed and go and then I'll come pick you up when the hospital is ready to release you."

"Draco, please-"

"Look, I'm tired and I've had a taxing evening and I would like to go home now. I will leave my phone number with you so you can call me to come get you when you want."

"I'm sorry," I said before turning around and leaving the bathroom, sensing that there was nothing I could say to make this better.

He came back into the hospital room about 5 minutes later, dressed and holding a scrap of paper.

"This is my number. Now if you don't need anything else I'll go," I stayed quiet. I was not in the mood, nor did I have enough energy, to get into an argument with anyone at the moment, especially not Draco Malfoy.

"For once the unshushable Granger has nothing to say, alright I'll go," he said the first part jokingly and it brought back memories of days where things weren't completely simple, nothing could be when it involved Harry, but they were a bit simpler than now, and I let a grin make its way onto my face.

"Goodbye Malfoy," and he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. I slumped back against the pillows. What was I getting myself into?