Dramione- yes again I know

Guilty

Fuck. Why did I do that? Ron might get actual feelings and I have just let them become more then they are to me. For me it was a distraction and perhaps the ignition of an old flame, but nothing in comparison to what I feel now for another boy. Shit, eventually I am going to have to talk to Ron and clear things up, but for now I have to go see Malfoy.

After Ron and I made a mess of the Gryffindor common room he went off to find Harry and I took a long shower to wash the guilt off of my body. When Ginny got back I pretended to be asleep and now that night has long since begun, I slip on I sweater and leggings and I top the stellar outfit off with my slippers and make my way down to the hospital.

The light in Madam Pomfrey's office is off so I slip quietly to the only bed occupied. Malfoy is sleeping; his face looks peaceful and the worried expression that often lines it is gone. The blanket covers his body, but his right shoulder is bandaged. I quietly pull up a chair and watch his sleeping form, trying not to wake him.

I let my mind wonder, and wonder what I am going to tell him. How can I explain that I just...oh I can't even admit it to myself. When I look back down at him I notice his eyes are open and he is watching me. "What's wrong," He lifts his non damaged arm and lightly strokes my cheek. I bite my lip.

"Oh how can you be asking that. How are you feeling?" I ask him. "I feel much better now that you are here. It is too bad that you have to come in the middle of the night," He says glancing out the window. I give him a small smile. "I wanted to come as soon as I heard," I say. "What happened? Why do you look so worried," He asks me.

"Never mind about me," I say avoiding his glance. "Hermione Granger, tell me," he says. I take a deep breath. "I accidentally not on purpose by accident may have possibly slept with Ron..." I say scooting my chair backward a bit. He reacts as I would have expected. At first he tries to jump up, but yelps in pain and continues to struggle to his feet.

"No, lie down! You are going to reopen your wounds," I whisper, glancing furtively to the curtained window across the ward. "He can't just leave you for me. He gets everything else. A family that loves him and an abundant amount of siblings. He has two best friends that will follow him and stand by him until the ends of the earth. He just has to have you too!" He yells.

I never thought of it that way before. That perhaps Malfoy was just jealous of Ron and the Wesley's. They had everything and he had nothing. I squirm in my chair. "It was just as much my fault. I am sorry I don't know what happened. He was just there and my head was cloudy. It is not an excuse," I look down at my hands.

"We aren't actually together Hermione, you did nothing wrong," He says, sadly. "It didn't mean anything Malfoy I promise," I say. "It is ok if it did. Look I know you had feelings for him," He whispers, "and I know I haven't been very good to you." My eyes tear up and I refuse to let the tears spill out, regretting my earlier encounter more and more.

"Look Malfoy you must know that you are the danger I crave, the adventure I need, and the love i've always wanted," I say quietly. Truly I mean every word. Malfoy struggles to sit up, but he manages. He tilts my head so that my eyes are forced to meet him. "I love you, too and I will fight for you," He says. Then his lips meet mine and I don't think I have ever felt as content.