Someone to Watch Over Me

Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter Eight: Oaths and Nightmares

Harry Potter and the Weasley men were all looking at Ginny, their jaws dropped open in shock.

"What'd you hit him for?" Ron asked.

Ginny took a minute to get her temper under control, then started letting the hexes fly. It was chaos as everyone tried to duck out of her way as they ran back inside.

Soon, she and Draco were alone.

She held out a hand to help him up. (He'd fallen to the ground when she punched him.)

"You punched me!" he yelled at her, then grinned.

"And I still love you."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Why did you take that oath?" she demanded.

Draco took a step back, afraid that if he said the wrong thing she'd punch him again.

"They said if I really loved you, I'd do it. And I do really love you, Ginny. Besides, you said you weren't ready yet, now you don't have to worry about it 'til after the wedding," Draco explained, proudly.

"You moron! I was going to give myself to you tonight!" she yelled, oblivious of the fact Molly and Hermione had come to the door, and were watching them intently.

"I can't read your mind, my love," he chuckled, gazing at her as if she was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

"How can you be happy about this?" she asked, trying to keep the smile off of her face.

His carefree happiness really was amusing, and contagious.

"Because, your brothers swore that if I took the oath, then they would do nothing to sabotage our wedding."

Ginny's grin lit up the night as she pecked him on the cheek.

"But now we can't have sex have 'til the wedding!" she pouted.

"We'll just have to think of other things to do."

"Like what?"

He started running his fingers through her hair.

"Let's go back to Howarts and I'll show you."

He apparated them away.

Molly wiped away a tear and turned to Hermione.

"They really are in love."

Hermione nodded at her absently as they went back inside.

She knew that Draco was only being so lovey dovey because of her potion, but she didn't dare tell Molly that.

They had succeeded. Molly was officially on their side, and even the boys had promised to behave. Hermione wanted to be happy for them, but she couldn't help the jealousy that rose in her at their amorous display.

She sighed and went back into the living room.

Snape was still fast asleep on the sofa; she doubted he'd wake up anytime soon.

"Hermione, you're welcome to leave him here and go back to the school if you need to," Molly said, sticking her head in the room.

Hermione stared at him for a moment.

"I don't want to leave him."

The older woman tossed her a blanket.

"Goodnight, then."

Hermione started to sit back in her chair, but hesitated.

Before she could change her mind, she lay down beside Snape on the sofa, throwing the blanket over both of them.

He immediately turned toward her enveloping her in his arms and pulling her into his chest.

"Hermione," he murmured softly, breathing in the scent of her hair and began to softly snore again.

She felt the excitement bubbling inside of her.

The potion had long since worn off, and he was dreaming about her! Surely that meant that he had some kind of feelings for her as well.

She forced herself to calm down. Even if there were real feelings reciprocated between the two of them, they'd need to take things slow.

Promising herself that they'd have a nice long talk about everything tomorrow, Hermione allowed herself to drift off.

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Draco held her hand as they walked to the castle. It was a beautiful night, and they'd decided to take a stroll around the lake before going inside.

They hadn't really talked about anything, just enjoyed being in each other's company.

Ginny was surprised when he led her toward his room in the dungeons instead of Gryffindor Tower.

"What are we going to do?" she asked him nervously as he locked his door.

"It's a surprise," he said, grinning.

"Wait here?" he requested, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles.

She nodded, breathlessly and watched him go into the bathroom and shut the door.

Ginny sat down on the bed, and started wringing her hands anxiously. Should she really just play along with him? What would he do with her? He couldn't have sex with her, so she didn't have to worry about that. He didn't even seem to be upset about it. Of course, that was probably because of the potion. They still had a good four hours before it wore off.

He'd told her that he was in love with her. She'd just rolled her eyes, believing it to be the potion. But did she want it to just be the potion? They were going to be together for quite a while; didn't she want him to love her?

Her thoughts came to a halt when the bathroom door opened.

Her mouth went dry as she took in his appearance.

His perfect blonde hair was mussed, making her fingers itch to run through it. He was shirtless, and his white marble skin seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. The black trousers, the only article of clothing he was wearing, fit snugly enough to let her know that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She swallowed and slowly made her way toward him. There were scented candles all over the bathroom, and soft music coming from somewhere. He'd drawn a bath that was steaming, and on closer inspection, had little red rose petals floating in it.

"You want to take a bath together?" she asked, proud that she was able to string a sentence together.

"No, I want to bathe you."

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, making him grin.

"These pants have to stay on, or I'll be labeled an oath-breaker."

Her eyes filled with doubt,

"Then I should go, this is too hard..."

"No! Please, Ginny. I want to do this. I can handle myself, trust me," he pleaded, dropping to his knees in front of her.

She stared down at him for a moment, and then moved to slip off her robes.

He jumped to his feet.

"Wait. Let me," he said, moving her hands so that they rested by her side.

He then proceeded to slowly strip every inch of clothing from her body, being careful not to touch her bare skin.

Ginny could feel herself blush as his eyes roamed over her hungrily.

Once she was naked, he gently helped her into the tub.

She closed her eyes and moaned at the hot water that felt so good to her tired limbs.

He grabbed a sponge and squirted some rose scented body-wash onto it.

Draco started with her feet, and carefully washed her entire body, paying extra attention to her breasts.

All too soon, it was over.

He let the water drain, then helped her out. Grabbing a fluffy white towel, he dried her off as carefully as he'd washed her, then scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

He laid her down, and went back into the bathroom.

Ginny grabbed a pillow to hold in front of her, feeling a little self-conscious. It was silly; he'd already seen everything there was to see, but still...

He came back with a bottle of lotion, and a clean towel.

A few minutes later she was lying on her stomach receiving the best massage she'd ever had in her life. He had graciously thrown the towel over her bottom so that she'd allow herself to relax and not worry about him staring at her.

Just as she started to feel her eyes get heavy, he straddled her back, sitting on the towel.

Her eyes flew wide open, and she tensed.

"Relax, Gin. I'm just trying to get better access to your neck," he explained, soothingly.

Slowly, her muscles relaxed again, and he continued.

After a few more minutes, he stood up and got off the bed.

"Okay, turn over."

Ginny eyed him nervously then slowly turned over onto her back, draping the towel over her body.

He didn't say anything, just picked up her left hand and resumed the massage.

Ginny allowed her eyes to fall shut, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body.

When he'd massaged every inch of skin that was showing, he started to lower the towel.

Ginny kept her eyes closed, and decided to keep quiet. He'd said to trust him.

She couldn't stop the moans as he rubbed the lotion into her breasts. Taking his time, and enjoying every minute of it. He rubbed and pulled at her nipples, making her gasp. When her legs started shifting restlessly, Draco leaned forward and replaced his left hand with his mouth.

Ginny groaned, and wrapped her hands around his head to hold him in place. She was so hot, she felt like there was lava flowing through her veins.

"Draco...mm, I need...please!" she murmured incoherently.

He pulled back and looked down at her very aroused body. He'd gone too far. There was no way he could leave her hanging like this.

Hoping that this wouldn't be enough to break the oath, he kissed her and slipped his hand between her legs.

She was so ready, that it didn't take long before she was screaming into his mouth, her hips bucking off the bed.

He dropped kisses all over her face as she slowly came back down.

"Go to sleep," he whispered.

He placed one last kiss on her forehead, and then slipped out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked, still in a daze.

"Cold shower," he said, practically running for the bathroom.

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"Psst! Hermione, wake-up!"

Hermione opened her eyes to glare at whoever would have the nerve to wake her.

She looked into the shocked/horrified eyes of Harry and Ron.

"What's wrong?" she asked, but as she tried to sit up she figured it out.

She had been sleeping on the Weasley's sofa with Snape spooning her.

His arms held her very tightly, and Harry and Ron had to help her pull away from him.

Professor Snape made an irritated sound, then turned over and settled back down to sleep.

Harry and Ron literally dragged her outside, and refused to let her go back in.

"Quit acting like children!" she admonished, trying to push past them.

Ron held up a hand to get her attention.

"I...you... why...Snape?"

"Huh?"

"You were sleeping with Snape," Harry interpreted.

Hermione glared at him and crossed her arms across her chest.

"I was sleeping beside him, Harry."

The two men exchanged a look.

"So, you haven't had sex with him?" Harry asked.

Her face turned red and she looked away.

"Gah!" Ron cried out and ran off.

"Oh, honestly! What business is it of yours anyway?" she demanded.

Harry grinned at her and shrugged.

"Personally, I was thinking that it's about time. It's him that's upset."

Hermione gave him a long look.

"You really don't think it's weird?"

Harry laughed out right at that.

"Of course it's weird, Hermione! It's Snape! But I'll tell you this; it's a lot easier to swallow than Ginny and Malfoy."

"He's changed, Harry. He really has."

"I know. I'm the one that convinced him to go to Dumbledore in the first place."

Hermione looked at him in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't my place. This just kind of burns, you know?"

"What?"

"Ginny. I mean, I'm not in love with her. But I guess I always thought that one day, I would be."

They went quiet then, lost in their own thoughts.

The silence was broken by a scream.

"Keep it away from me!"

They turned to see Snape running out of the house like he had the hounds of hell on his heels.

Harry and Hermione hurried inside to see what had frightened him.

Fred and George had transfigured a shampoo bottle. It was now taller than Snape and had sprouted a mouth, eyes, arms and legs.

"Come back Severus my love!" it yelled running after him.

Hermione really wanted to yell at them, but ended up falling to the floor giggling like everybody else.

"Poor Severus!"

Hermione said her goodbyes and returned to the castle a little while later.

She felt better having Harry's approval.

Snape was waiting for her when she entered his rooms.

"We need to talk," he said before she could say anything.

She nodded.

They were both silent for several minutes.

"Severus..."

"Miss Granger..."

They spoke at the same time.

"Go ahead," Hermione said.

"I was just going to say that I think it would be best for all concerned, if we just forget about what happened between us."

Silence.

"Oh, okay," she said, finally.

Both of their hearts shattered at her words.

End chapter 8