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Draco Lucius Malfoy (lionness_tamer) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2013-03-12 20:17:00

Entry tags:

! narrative, ch: ukr: draco malfoy, ch: ukr: hermione granger, p: abby, p: ashton

WHO: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger - UKR
WHEN: Tuesday Evening
WHERE: House of Family 11
WHAT: Tending Mione's wound
WARNINGS: possible language?
STATUS: closed, incomplete

His hand on her elbow, Draco led Hermione to the master bathroom, which was connected to his own bedroom. "Here," he said, motioning to the large counter. "Hop up there and we'll get this taken care of."

He grabbed a cloth from the counter and wet it thoroughly, wringing it out before holding it out to her. "Press this against it," he said. "Make sure the bleeding has stopped."

Opening the medicine cabinet then, he began gathering the things he needed. Ointment, bandages, things like that. He had basic first aid skills, but his healing magic wasn't really up to par. He would make sure she saw Dr. Upsilon the moment they returned to the compound, but this was the best that he could do at the moment.

He had been by surprised to see her standing in his door. It wasn't what he expected to find when the doorbell rang at all, but he wasn't going to complain. Draco had nearly had a heart attack when the news of the bombings reached him, and had spent every moment since worrying about Hermione. But now she was here, and he was going to make sure she was taken care of.

"Alright," he said. "Let's take a look at what we have."

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lionness_tamer
2013-03-17 09:30 pm UTC (link)

"I do remember when you straightened it," he said. "I was too much of a prat to notice or care then, but it did make you significantly more attractive. You've grown into your curls though. I think they suit you. But I'd love your hair no matter what you did with it." He didn't care about her hair, really. Curly or straight, any color, she would still be the most beautiful woman on the planet to him. Nothing could change that.

With a smile in return, he moved his hand down to cup her cheek gently, his thumb running over her soft skin. "It's alright," he said softly. "I'm used to the worrying. Usually I can push it aside... But that's when I can see you. Here... Not being able to get to you just made it worse."

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battleswefought
2013-03-18 12:05 am UTC (link)

She couldn't help but chuckle at this. "I think if someone told you back then that we'd be in this situation, that we would get married, that I'd have broken your nose again and you would have hexed the messenger." She had never particularly liked her hair, always felt that it got in the way. At one point she'd thought that she should just save herself the aggravation and cut it off, but then... she was pretty sure that it wouldn't have looked right. "We really hated one another back then..." Amazing how things changed in just a few years. It really was.

Hermione leaned into the touch, closing her eyes, welcoming the contact. She'd thought about it, and was almost positive that that had been the point of the separation. To see how they'd react under extreme stress. What they'd do to get back together? "This isn't the first time something like this has happened, is it?" She could almost tell. There was no way he could be with her all the time. "I know that I probably don't make it easy... back home."

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lionness_tamer
2013-03-18 12:26 am UTC (link)

He grinned. "I think I would have done more than just hex them," he said. "I loathed you in school. I regret that now,obviously. But there must have been a reason for it. It had to serve some purpose." Thinking about how he had treated her back in school made him frown, thinking of the time they had lost. But really, being the way they were to each other, it made being together now so much more special.

"You don't," he said then, his voice barely above a whisper. He moved closer to her, his face just inches from hers. "Nothing with you is ever easy, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

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battleswefought
2013-03-20 03:06 am UTC (link)

She managed a small smile. "Well I guess you live, you learn, you become less of a prat?" she was teasing of course and winked at him to prove it. All she could do now was to look back on it and wonder how they'd gotten here. Hell if the war hadn't continued, they probably would never have gotten anywhere near this far... it would have been like Colour world, which - while nice - it wasn't what she knew... Wasn't how they'd lived. And that was part of being here. You could wonder about the what ifs or you could see them. But they weren't your version of real...

It was complicated. Just like very thing ELSE in her life.

Hermione glanced downward, just for a second before her eyes returned to his. "Well..." she paused, her voice softening. "I at least hope that I make it worthwhile." She didn't even think as her next action just... happened. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his. Seeming a bit surprised by her OWN action she backed a bit up a moment later.

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lionness_tamer
2013-03-20 03:15 am UTC (link)

"I try," he said, giving her a gentle smile. If there was anything he'd learned in the past ten years, it was how to be a better person. It's what made him join the Resistance, and led him to Hermione. She made him a better person, and while he knew other versions of himself never found her the way he did, he couldn't imagine his life being any other way, nor would he want to.

Draco didn't have time to answer her before her lips were touching his. It wasn't what he expected, not by a long shot. Not that he was going to complain, mind you. Though he wasn't quite sure what to do next. His lips parted slightly when she pulled away, wanting to say something, but being completely unable to form words. What could he even say? Everything that came to mind just seemed wrong. There was really only one thing left to do.

Leaning in closer to her, he brushed his lips to hers in return, a bit more purposeful than she had, but still gentle, just an invitation.

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battleswefought
2013-03-20 03:34 am UTC (link)

Her mind was berating her. Why had she done that? No seriously. WHY had she done that? She didn't just do things willy nilly. She never had - not really - and now she didn't have the time to... but here... maybe she did? Not here-here but back on the compound? These were the thoughts running through her head. She just sat there, and then suddenly he was kissing her.

And the thoughts all came back again, in flood, but they were drummed out. She kissed him back, but it only lasted so long. There was the faint sound from outside, things happening, lives going on. And she wondered if this was what it was like back home... The two of them... and why she was doing this, what it meant. What feeling-

Feelings. And that snapped her back. She pulled back again, closing her eyes, her hands finding one of his, and squeezing it. "This..." she sighed. "This may not be the right place for this..." she said it quietly, almost like she was afraid of the words. Of sending the wrong message? Signals like this had never been her strong suit. Hell the two of them were... well she didn't know what they were but here. What it meant... She managed a small, if not rather bashful smile - and she didn't do bashful. Not anymore. Where was this coming from? "World without feelings... and look at us."

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lionness_tamer
2013-03-20 03:43 am UTC (link)

His jaw clenched when she moved away, a wave of frustration moving through him for a split second. It had been going so well and then... this. Why did this have to be so hard?

"Hermione," he said then, meeting her eyes with his and squeezing her hand in return, his other still holding her face. "Stop it. Stop thinking that this isn't the right time or right place. This is where we are, and it's never going to be the right time or place if you keep over thinking and over analyzing every step we make towards each other. We are safe in this house. I am a member of the patrols, no one is watching us. The natives think I'm one of them. There is no logical reason we can't take five minutes and have something just for ourselves."

Shaking his head, he leaned in and placed his forehead against hers. "Five minutes," he said again, just the tiniest hint of a plead in his voice.

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