When Hermione Fights

Three Broomsticks

Chapter Beta: Dani

Chapter Translator: Aivy & Sophie

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The feeling of getting crushed woke me and opened my eyes quickly. Draco had managed to bury me in his sleep, so I was getting squeezed, sunk deep into the mattress. I almost had to laugh that he didn't want to let me go even for a little bit, otherwise, he would never have wanted me so close overnight.

I started to nudge him gently until he rolled over with a grumble and I could breathe freely again. What ... so late already? Almost seven o'clock, I could forget about my run for today.

Then I remembered my plan. Now, as always, I had to be quick, so I jumped up and summoned Orange with the same spell Draco had used for his owl back in Rose Cottage. I hopped into the bathroom and washed my teeth, cleaned my school uniform, and changed into some jeans and a warm sweater in the time she needed to reach the dungeons using the magically twisting paths. I would go straight to the Great Hall just in time for breakfast so no one in Gryffindor had a chance to notice I had not spent the night in my house.

During these minutes I had to myself, my inexcusable action from the previous day came back to my mind and it almost made me feel sick when I recalled Parkinson's cramping and twitching body. I leaned against the wall for a moment. Please, Hermione, pull yourself together, you've already taken a life, so a little torture doesn't hurt! And no, I couldn't really convince myself of that; no matter how often I kept repeating it silently to myself, it was not right to torture. To punish, yes, but not like that!

I knew now that I could do it, just as I could do everything I put my mind to, though I also knew I wouldn't do it again ... Stop! One caveat: if ever justified, I might do it again, but only then! I shook my head numbly to suppress the cruel images. It affected me more than what I had done to Bole. But what could I do? My trained pragmatism set in again. What had happened had happened, I couldn't change it, and so I left the bathroom.

After that, I sat down at Draco's desk, took parchment and quill, and, with alacrity, I wrote a brief order. I demanded a meeting for today at 16 o'clock in the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. While I was sealing the letter, Orange arrived.

"Hello, sweetie, nice to see you. Here, bring that to the beetle and only Rita Skeeter, understood? " She hooted quietly into my ear, looking at me with her huge, orange eyes. I tied the letter to her leg and dismissed her.

When I looked up, I noticed Draco watching me with a tired smile on his face.

"I did not want to wake you, sorry!" I approached him- When I reached his side, I brushed strands of his hair out of his face. He caught my hand and kissed it.

"I have to get out anyway. You look good, even your face! The ointment has done a wonderful job," he stated, grinning pleased after his examination and pulling me by the hand into the bed, which made me fall on him and prompted him to chuckle playfully. "You wrote to the beetle?" he enquired, burying his face in my hair.

"I want to meet her today in Hogsmeade."

"Oh, I understand, my little schemer. Did I tell you that I'm addicted to you?" He grinned, his hands roving covetously over my sides and now it was my turn to giggle.

"Draco, really, we have no time for that. Sorry." I tried to disentangle myself from him, but he didn't let me, instead embracing me even tighter, pulling me against his chest.

"Rrr," he growled and what I could feel against my thigh made it clear to me what made him react with aversion. It would be the perfect revenge for his fingerplay. Hence I gave in and started to purr, kissing his naked chest and trailing my fingers further down, as if I wanted to give him what he desired so dearly, and so he released me, enjoying my caresses. I slid over the whole duvet and reached his stiff erection, brushing over it with a feather-light touch, and started to pleasure him gently through the bothersome fabric.