Blood Bound

Chapter 28 - Sermo

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I just want to say I know I took my sweet time writing this chapter. Exams were a doozy this semester and it took me a full week to even be willing to look at my laptop again. But I'm finally back into the swing of things with this chapter and I'm partway through the next already, so look forward to another update really soon most likely. Anyways enjoy!

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Granger was sleeping soundly on the couch when Draco got back from his fly. 

She obviously hadn't meant to fall asleep there; an arithmancy textbook was hanging haphazardly off her chest and her wand was balanced on the arm of the couch dangerously close to poking her in the eye. He looked down at the curly-haired witch and felt his lips quirk when she snored loudly.

Draco quietly rescued the book from where it was in peril of crinkled pages and a cracked spine, and Granger grumbled softly at the movement, her eyebrows crinkling momentarily before she relaxed back into sleep.

He turned the book over in his hands a few times, contemplating. The old Draco probably would have left it to get damaged in the hopes of getting her in trouble with Madame Pince, or he would've hexed it, or something equally malicious. The new Draco, however, smirked to himself and dropped the heavy tome onto the table by her head with a loud clap. Granger's entire body twitched at the noise, her eyes flying open to blearily look for the source of the noise.

"Do you always drool in your sleep?" He asked innocently, as though he hadn't just rudely woken her up. She groaned in lieu of actually responding to his question, and what he guessed were a string of curses directed at him were muffled by the pillow she rolled her face into. "I hope this is a one-off thing because I won't have you slobbering all over my bed sheets or myself, thats where I draw the line."

Her response was to blindly raise an arm and rudely aim two fingers in what he supposed she thought was his direction. In reality, she simply flipped off the fireplace. She seemed otherwise content to lay face down on the couch and ignore his existence however, so Draco left her to her couch-dwelling and went about fetching a bottle of firewhiskey from his truck and a book from his desk before he settled himself down on one of the chairs that Granger wasn't hogging.

He knew she hadn't fallen back asleep; he could see the muscle in her calf twitching as she flexed and un-flexed it repeatedly. With a roll of his eyes, Draco turned his attention to the novel in his hands, ignoring the sulking witch altogether in favour of drinking heavily and immersing himself in the fictitious adventures of Barnabus and the Boggart.

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Draco had flipped the page of his book thirty-seven times before Hermione's wand alarm went off in her ear, shocking her out of her page-counting reverie and causing her to knock her wand off the arm of the sofa, where it proceeded to roll across the rug and stop at the wizard's feet. She scowled at the shiny dragon hide loafers as she very ungracefully climbed off the sofa and went over to collect her fallen wand.

As she crouched down beside his leg, Draco looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging at his lips. Hermione held up a hand to silence the words about to come out of his mouth, understanding even without Kaa's assistance that he was definitely thinking along the lines of her current position between his knees.

The blonde wizard is cold, I's won't be going in there even if you would let me out of my prison. Kaa's hissing in her mind brought back the pounding of her headache with a vengeance. Wincing slightly and wishing she'd thought to brew up some hangover potion before the party, Hermione rose to her sock-clad feet and summoned a pair of shoes from her room.