POV: Hermione. St. Mungo's... Don't play the song until I tell you! 😘😍✨

Ron paraded in front of me with his usual bag of sweets for George, as I hiked behind him walking along the floor of level two, Magical Bugs and Diseases, to the sublet corner given in special nuances of differential healings of therapy, to either Drug abused treatments or treatments to help coping with pain properly... offered here by the wondrous Healers of St. Mungo's.

The facility was named, 'Rebel Ryker's Wizarding Drug Rehabilitating Center.' Rebel Ryker is the famous lead singer of the infamous Wizarding rock band, 'The Hairless Yeti's', Clever huh? He founded the rehab center after years of drug abuse and found himself again, through the help of St. Mungo's. His generosity had no doubt saved hundreds of witches and wizards...

Ronald made his way through the entrance to George's room, and I was staring at the tile floor, adrift and immersed in my depressions of losing, him. I lazily raised my head up, with my depleted eyes being the last to focus on what was ahead of me, about to make my way inside as well... When utter thunderstruck horror, smacked my heart, my stomach, and my soul. Feeling as if I had just been doused with icy cold water... Waking my ruddy melancholy self, right up!

At the very end of the elongated hallway, I witnessed 'The' Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy,  gliding into a room with her own pain of depression, written across her gorgeous complexion. She was indisputably dressed in her posh Witches attire, from her deep purple bird caged fascinator, to her matching stuffy, satiny dress that was skin tight to her tiny frame, to the identical color heels of velour gracing her feet. She was a stunningly striking woman, with richly aires of Wizarding antiquity royalty. To say she was intimidating, was an understatement.

And her son... was strutting in, right behind her.

He never looked up to see me staring at him, here in my fit of frozen love, unable to breathe, unable to move... he entered the room with his hands nestled inside of his dark fancy trousers, looking exactly like the heartbreaker he was. He was a plague in my soul, sickening me to the depths of core, knowing he was the one for me.

My everything. My cosmic heartbreaker, shooting my aches of love for him into my body, like a million shooting stars aiming straight towards my chest. And being absorbed by his monopolized smugness and simultaneously knowing the true him, his innermost secrets of his nature to love... and to profoundly love me.

Draco...

I wanted to scream his name aloud and run into his arms. My reality switched back on, hearing the voice of my bothersome fiancé calling for me.

"'Mione?! Babe! What are you doing?!" I heard him shuffling those clog hoppers to check on me. I immediately rushed inside the room, bumping into him and slightly pushing him backwards inside the room. To precariously keep Ronald from stumbling upon him, if he might leave his mum's own treatment room to which he was supporting and accompanying her. Seeing him in this way, made me find another level of ardently aches in my for love him. He truly covets and cares for the ones he loves...

"Ahh! There's my new Mummy and Daddy! Come, Come, Mummy! Give us a kiss!" George bellowed standing from his chair to greet me in his usual teasing with a great big smile, referring to me as his 'new Mummy.'

"Ha, Ha, very funny, Georgie," I met his embraces with a warm hug and facing him again, hearing more of his witty sarcasm...

"Well, I've always known I was your favourite, out of our Ginger Lot!" George had a laugh continuing... "And I still can't ponder, what it is, exactly, you see in that younger brother of mine? Mum still swears he's not adopted. I beg to differ," He chuckled and I joined him in his jokes about Ron, feeling a little chuckle from my throat and smile beginning to grow. That all abruptly stopped, when Ronald came to my side, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his body.

"You're just jealous, George. Because you know I'm mum's favourite!" Ron shot back at his brother.

"Keep telling yourself that," George mocked his brother, raising a cheeky eye brow to equal his smirk. Then bringing his focus back onto me, with a concerned look about him...

"You okay, Hermione? You're awfully pale? You look as if, you've just found out you failed your OWL'S!" George both questioned and pestered me.

"Oh, I'm just a bit tiresome..." I verbalized a bluff to throw him off my senses of loss.

"Why don't you get us a cup tea, from the new tea station around the corner? That'll wake you up, darling," Ronald suggested and I wanted to throw up from his candid sincerity.

Apparently, George did as well, provoking and poking fun at Ronald...

"Yes, darling... I'll take two sugars! But if that's not enough, I'll just use some of Ron's ghastly sugarsome admirations of words for you, to pour into my cup to sweeten my tea," George laughed and made a gagging sound, pointing his index finger down his throat. I left rolling my eyes to the two quarreling brothers, in search of the newly added tea station...

The little established tea shop was exactly where George said it would be. An adorable elderly witch was running her small business from an implanted magical trolley, with her sweet displays arranged for her customers to see. She reminded me so much of the Trolley Witch from The Hogwarts Express...

"Anything from my Trolley, dear?" She inquired with a smile.

"Yes, thank you... I'll take three strawberry infused herbal teas. And three strawberry cheesecake pasties," I placed my requests with a returning grin.

"I'll have your order to you shortly, dear," The Trolley Witch informed me and I thanked her with a nod and wheeled around to await for our goodies.

Play the song! 😘

"I knew that was you... I could spot that long frizzy hair of yours, kilometers away," Draco's devious deep voice lingered in his insults to infinitely peeve me, and firing my loins.

I looked to where his voice was carrying to my left, and instantly seeing him in my atmosphere, once again. Draco was leaning against the corner of the checkered chalky porcelain wall with his polished, medium length to the middle of his delicious neck, comet colored hair, that was smoothed back in correlation to his swagger attitude.

Being my forever fevered adversary...

His starlit grey eyes were set onto me, looking as if he were ready to attack me verbally or wantonly sexually, at any moment. My pulse raced with hate and love for him, knowing he was feeling the exact same way, in being in my presence as well.

I was caught under his spell... and he too, was caught under mine.

I quickly strode up to his arrogance, worried someone might catch us... he licked his plumped perfect lips, torturing me in his egomaniacal sinister smirk, watching my every move and enjoying my panicked driven state.

He eyed my body behind his dangerous meteoric grays. X-raying my frame under my clothes, knowing what I looked like without a single stitch to which covered me.

I vexingly arrested his wrist, immediately feeling my rush of my permanent madness for him, channeling throughout my entire stimulated femella...

I forced him to follow me, dragging him behind me still by his wrist, like a leashed werewolf down the empty hallway. So we could chat alone, and only chat... In my preferred positions to talk with him privately, with no audience to accidentally blunder upon us...

Finally feeling safe from a Wizarding audience down the pathway. My momentum of anger increased, wheeling him around to face me and releasing my grip from his wrist. I strenuously watched him staring at me with his constellations of hankering lustily burning flames was branding into me with his Malfoy Black Magic, to trying to use his sorcery talents to use his voodoo trickery to overrule me, as he leaned his back against the checkered tiled wall. Exuding his addicting vaunted vapor, that vexed me to know ends...

"Still ashamed to be seen with me, huh, Granger?" The air was so thick with his aloofness and our sexual tension building by the second, even our wands couldn't counter-curse the pressure of our hatred love...

"Cut your bollocks, Malfoy... and shut your trap, because you're going to listen to me!" I professed in a heated hush, pointing my index finger on his builders chest, that could bounce off a butter-beer bottle cap.

He chuckled to himself mocking me with his curled lip, growing across his handsome face, and sneering his displays of conceitedness glaring down at me, willing to give me the floor to speak. I equally looked up at him raising my eyes to scold him, both hating him and loving him, with Draco being taller than I... and made my opinions known... whilst in my ridged tensity,

"First... my hair is NOT, frizzy, it's wavy. You slimy slick ophidian git!"

"Secondly..."

My victory speech was vanished at the present, feeling him seize me with his hands, grasping my waist and tightening his grips around me and pulling me into his body to lay on top of him. Holding me, crushing me, and choking my body with his intoxicating hypnotic rebellion, closing in around my waist tighter and tighter... Exactly how the predatorily snake coils it's meal to devour.

I glared at him in loathing as he whispered,
"You were saying," he taunted me in his tones of wickedness and villainous attitude, beaming from his own amounted loathing of me.

I was swarmed in his captures, trying to bury how much I loved him and how much I loved this moment... trying to discover my breath to speak again, discerning how he charmed my soul into not being able to inhale and exhale, by just the mere sight and touches of him arousing my heart, my body, my everything...

I tried to shake off his tentacles of temptations, as he lifted the back of my soft satiny blouse and bringing the tips of his talented fingers to stroke the middle of my lower swayed back, coaxing me into our paradise reservoir of reserved love. Hermione, stay strong! And finally, my courage pulled through, giving him what for... again...

"Did you buy that portion share of the Joke Shop?!" I interrogated him with my fury filled chocolates darting from side to side to read his reactions, feeling my breathing being winded and shortened by every single second of being in this firetrap of desired appetites of situations with him.

He smeared a deathly gloating grin, and roughly jerked my body forward, deepening our loathing love, arching my back all entirely, causing our lips to be just within a moments kissable chance, brushing his reply against my glossed portals and causing me to gasp, as we shared each other's airs once again...

"That's none of your concern now, is it? You're not a Weasley..." and he then... caught me off of my guards, teasing in his Slytherin lures about to kiss me. I closed my eyes giving into my damned weaknesses for him... Feeling his cool breath, flowing its gusty lusts inside of my slightly opened mouth, ready for him to be apart of me once again... In my consequences for leading with my heart, he made his next evil move...

Draco surprisingly and haughtily pushed me back! He literally, caste my body backwards with the lunges of his palms!

I caught myself, standing up straight in the middle of the hallway and fuming from my every core with my mouth agape. I was gobsmacked by his appalling behaviour. Alas, he acted first...

Draco fired his dire strides and vigorously defended himself again, trying to dominate me and charging my mercy backwards towards the wall behind me. Causing my back to be pressed against it and entrapping his hands on either side of me. Completely rendering me useless, torpedoing me straight back into erotically despising and uncontrollably loving him.

I thought about my wand to curse him into another stratosphere...

But I couldn't resist him...

My weakness for Draco Malfoy was all together unnerving and extremely frustrating, all blended into one sick pile of an interwoven snakes den. Our love for each other was dangerous, to say the least.

Draco hushed his loathsome abominable judgments of his point of view of me...

"You know something Granger, you're just a bossy, supercilious, temperamental little girl, who's only tenacity, besides reading, is shielding your friends from their stupidity. And to whom, only care about themselves and use you for your knowledge. I bleeding wish for once, that you'd think about yourself... and truly knowingly desire, what's best for you and following that so-called brilliance of yours, to knowing your worth. You have a lot of book smarts, darling... but common sense, seems to be a bit dim," Draco's bravado words brewed to its boiling point. And I was ready to serve him back with my own bluntly brews...

"You're just a washed-out, pompous, fanfaronaded coward, to whom, can't see passed his own pretentious Slytherin Cretin Royalty, to know what true friendship means... I know where my loyalties lie. And I'm not afraid of knowing my worth. There's a difference between self righteousness and putting others before you... it's called being a decent human being. As such, you obviously know nothing about!" I finished my grandstanding comeuppances to him.

He glared his audacious slivering eyes, nullifying my views and counteracted his appeals further...

"Knowing where your loyalties lie, doesn't define as love, Granger. Loyalty doesn't equate to happiness, just because you fight on the supposed right side of things... Yet, again, you prove my point, of not confiscating what's right in front of you," He drawled in his debates of our tensioning banter. He dared to lean into my body by bending his elbows to coming closer to my lips.

"I. Loathe. You..." The grandiosity of my love and hate for him escaped my bewitching tongue, as he dared to venture even closer, and never blinking his bane divinity grey eyes onto mine and bullying me with his next quarrel,

"I. Loathe. You..." He squared in his extremely inferior infernos. And ensuingly... finally kissing me. I hit his chest with my right fist, fighting against his kisses that I so desperately yearned for. Dammit...

Draco gravely encircled my waist with his left arm and fiercely clamped his right claw around the back of my neck. I equally encased my love and my hate for him around his neck with my arms, deepening our amorous snogging of sultry wetland swirls of our abilities to taste our lusts, dripping into our mouths and mixing our salivations of thirsts to have each other. Again...

I was lost in his world of cosmic love, I craved for. My breathing was rampant, my heart was pumping so fast, that I couldn't keep track of my surroundings, my head was spinning in aphrodisia appetence, totally giving into to my drug of choice, him... Draco was like a narcotic to me and he was feeding me with his love, replenishing my addictions for him.

I needed to open a wing for myself here, at St. Mungo's called,
"The Draco Malfoy Recovery Complex."

He traveled his sorcerer kisses to my neck, eating me alive as I held onto him for dear life...  I opened my closed erotica eyes, feeling completely out of breath, needing more of my malicious Malfoy and feeling his teases to traveling his right hand to drag across the front of my left hipbone, coming inches to unzipping my jeans...

Unfortunately my sexed hazed eyes began seeing my order of tea and pasties, waving behind Draco, simultaneously alerting to me of my reality, once again...

"Draco... Draco..."

I called for his attention to look at me, in my short winded messages.

He gazed into my eyes, reminding me of the way he looked at me with his oxidation of love for me, fueling his starvation's, that night in his bedroom on the yacht...

I gestured for him to look behind him, nodding my head up. He did as I requested and rolled his eyes coming back to me.

"Let me guess... you have to go," Draco's words of hurt released from his lips, and also, releasing me from his amour grips.

I suddenly felt my tears swelling and stinging my eyes. My bottom lip began to quiver, my stomach churned in angst, knowing I was about to leave him, yet again...

"You know I have to..." I cried sniffing my tears.

"You don't have to do a god damn thing, you make your own choices, Hermione..." He reinstated stabbing my heart.

He latterly stepped backwards, reprimanding me with his kismet futuristic grays and mockingly bowed to me. Ultimately raising his tall modeling statue body up right, and puffed an aggravated, seething, disavowal of me, in not having the strength to following my heart.

He turned away from me...

I watched him gliding back down the hallway away from our love... away, from his love for me. He defeatingly ran his fingers through his shiny snowy hair, hanging his head in his heartache. His clicks of his fancy black loafers were echoing further and further away from me, killing my soul, again...  just as he pivoted, he vastly held his head up high making the corner, pulling himself together, to return back to the pretending inherently cold Draco Malfoy, to fool his peers.

I was beyond fear of a panic stricken witch... I couldn't do this again. I couldn't watch my love fall from my graces, yet again.

I rushed to the end of the hall, secretly hiding behind the corner and gripping my wand in my hand, instinctively pointing my wishes to him. Causing us to disapparate back to where we were, at the end of the empty hallway... lovingly being engulfed by him with my back against the wall, in our encore.

if these walls could talk...

We held onto each other, as if it were the last time we would ever see each other again... even in the midsts of our hatred, we forgave each other, even without saying a word of apology. We saw our undying remorses of amends in our eyes...

That was what true love, was all about... knowing in your hearts, that you will always, forgive one another.

I hurried to let my heart to the talking, before my brain took over to jinx my chances, and spoke to him, while he was staring down at me with his gorgeous greys...

"Draco... Don't... Don't give up on me," I begged with my waterfalls streaming down my cheeks.

He brought his freshly answers to my lips, brushing them ever so slightly against my chapped brims from our swollen snogging, causing my heart to stop and proclaimed,

"I never did."

And he stepped back from my arms, seeing a stormy smirk of satisfying reliefs, reading across his structural face. And disapparated from me.

Oh the horizons of an unknown future were penetrating our lives every second we were together, coming closer and closer to brink my answers to finally being with him...

But the question still wavered in my brain...

Could I actually let myself go, to be with Draco Malfoy forever?

I whistled to the tray of our tea and pasties to glide with me back to George's room, repeatedly asking myself this over and over...

Could I do it? Should I do it? Will I do it?

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