“Somethin’ bad happ’n?” Emily asked. Harry shrugged. “Somethin’ bad happ’nd.”

 “Potter,” Snape hissed. “If you do anything to Draco…”

 “I didn’t do anything!”

 “Did Malfoy do something?” Ron asked, defensive.

 “Don’t worry about it, Ron.”

 “It’s Malfoy, I’m worried.”

 “I said not to worry, Ron. It’s nothing.”

 Ron growled slightly under his breath, and Hermione notice a blush paint Neville’s face.  She looked carefully at Ron. Sure, the growl could have been construed as sexy she supposed, but she just didn’t see it. Nevertheless, if Neville thought it was sexy than maybe it was kind of cute. Then she turned her attention to Harry.

 “Harry…”

 “ ‘S nothing, ‘Mione.”

 Emily snorted, and a deep red eyebrow shot up in skepticism. “A’right, eve’ybody out ‘cept Harry.”

 Snape protested, “Emily, are you sure you should be left alone?” Remy answered for her.

 “Ya y’self said dat Hogwart’s was safe. An’ I t’ink Mme Pomfrey’ll keep Emmy safe ‘nough.”

 “Yes, Remy,” Snape sighed. Emily smiled, watching her father wrap not just his mate, but his old friend around his finger. The three men left, followed closely by Ron and Neville…and then Hermione, who shot a look back at Emily as she shut the door. Emily smiled, and then settled down in her bed.

 “Harry…”

 “I kissed him last night, you know,” Harry admitted. Emily just nodded. “And he…he kissed me twice just now…”

 “An’ yer aroused.”

 “No!” Harry blushed. “I…yeah…he just…”

 “Theah’s a need in his eyes, ain’t dere? Ya like ‘im. It’s no’ a bad t’ing.”

 “I know…well…I just…It’s so strange! I’m not saying I’m in love with him or anything. But he’s…he’s…”

 “Hot.”

 “Yeah, and he’s acting so different, and he did save you and…”

 Emily smiled. “Don’ ‘cuse yerself, Harry. Ya like him, dat’s good. Don’ worry ‘bout why just yet.”

 “Thanks. But…” Harry sighed. “It’s a bit Romeo and Julietish isn’t it? Different houses, family and friends…” he looked up at Emily. “Well, most our friends aren’t going to be happy with it.” He sighed again, lower this time. “That is, if anything happens at all.”

 “Why dat?”

 “I think I…upset him somehow.”

 “How so?”

 “I asked when he got out and he…he accused me of wanting to…to…well…”

 “Wha’?”

 “Wanting to…fuck him,” Harry whispered, blushing brightly. “I kinda protested at that and he just shut off or something. I can’t figure out what I did.”

 Emily smiled. “From wha’ I figure, Draco’s just fragile. He migh’ no’ even know why dat upset ‘im any more den ya do.”

 “Oh…” They must have sat there silently for ten minutes, Harry thinking hard, when someone knocked on the door.

 “Yeah?”

 Draco’s head poked into the room.

 “Potter? Can I talk to you?”

 Harry blinked at him in confusion. “I thought you were asleep.”

 “I wasn’t. Please.”

 Harry gawked at the word that had just exited Draco’s mouth then stuttered, “sure.” He stood, and turned back to Emily. “I’ll come see you again later.”

 The girl laughed. “If ‘m no’ out ‘ready. Have fun boys.”

 Draco favored her with a dull grey glare and they left the room to the sound of her accented laughter.
 

 Draco pulled Harry out of the hospital ward, just checking around quickly for Madame Pomfrey and then dragging the Gryffindor boy out, into the hallway, and the
into an abandoned room. Once in there Harry found himself pushed to sit on a rather soft, plush, blue couch. He looked questioningly up at Draco, green eyes meeting grey. Finally Draco sighed.

 “Look, Harry, this isn’t some romance novel. As far as I know I’m not desperately, forever and ever in love with you. But I don’t hate you. And you’re hot, and…” he sighed again. “And I know I’ve said this before, but I think we’d work. And I’m…sorry…about flipping out before.”

 Harry blinked. “That was…blunt.”

 “I couldn’t think of any other way to say it.”

 “You don’t hate me and you think I’m hot and therefor I should just hop into bed with you?”

 “That’s the basic idea, yes.”

 “That seems…”

 And Draco was in his lap.

 “I know you want me, Harry,” came the seductive purr as Draco’s hips rocked gently into his. “And who knows…you are Harry Potter after all. Maybe you could
convince me that I was in love with you.”

 Harry caught Draco’s chin as the blond was tilting in for a kiss. “Do you feel anything for me besides lust?” he asked incredulously. “Anything remotely emotional?”

 Draco blinked at the look in Harry’s eyes and melted. “Damn you, yes! I thought I was going to die all those times you very nearly got yourself killed.”

 Harry’s eyes widened. He hadn’t really expected that but…god! Draco looked so distraught now. Tense and shivering, with tears trying to leak out his grey eyes. So beautiful…Harry leaned forward, pulling gently on Draco’s chin, fulfilling the kiss Draco had tried to start a minute before. Draco moaned lightly into his mouth, heating his blood, sending it to a place that he wasn’t quite ready to deal with. He gasped slightly, then relaxed. It…wasn’t so scary really; it was more…hot, different and similar to the stolen kiss of the night before. So warm and intense, yet not quite so lifeless. Something would come of this that had not of the other one. He let his hand sneak up the back of Draco’s loose shirt he wore instead of his robes while he was in the infirmary and, instead of pulling away as Harry would have guessed Draco purred, leaning both into Harry and into the touch at the same time. Harry chuckled lightly against the kiss and Draco pulled back.

 “What?”

 Harry smiled. “For a Slytherin you sure like to be touched.”

 Draco merely smirked back at him. “Some Slytherins are sluts, Harry. We’re not as cold as we seem…in some ways.” He smiled when he saw the question in Harry’s eyes. “Not me, I’ve barely been kissed before you. I was supposed to be with Pansy, remember?”

 Harry shuddered, “I’m sorry.”

 “Don’t be,” Draco smiled. “She keeps the hordes away. Besides,” he shrugged, “I think she’s something of a repressed mother, she thought I was cute…like some
sort of puppy.”

 “You don’t like being called cute, I take it?”

 Draco drew himself up in Harry’s lap. “I,” he proclaimed. “Am not cute. I am sexy as all hell.”

 Harry giggled. “You, are a regular riot.”

 Draco pouted. “I’m not cute.”

 Harry touched Draco’s lip gently. I’d have to agree with both you and Pansy for once…. Bloody adorable and so fucking sexy all at once, how do you manage it, Draco? Then he giggled again as a small, cold nose dived into his neck.

 “You zoned for a minute,” Draco informed him. “Am I that boring?”

 Harry shook his head. “Pissy and arrogant maybe, but never boring.”

 Draco raised an eyebrow, squirming slightly on Harry’s lap. “My best qualities.” He leaned forward slightly, his small, pink tongue lapping at Harry’s lips and Harry
sighed. Sure, Draco might be a little bit…bi-polar. But it just might work…
 

 Hermione grumbled. Snape, as nice as he was being, was not letting her back in to see Emily. He was insisting that the American girl needed to rest regain her energy. Hermione gritted her teeth slightly; she had sat in Emily’s arms for that whole while till Harry had come back in and liked…no, loved it. It felt so nice. Suddenly there was a rather tall red eyed mutant in front of her.

 “You’s Hermione, oui?”

 She blinked up at Emily’s dad. Now she realized where Emmy got most of her looks, the man was handsome! Tall and lanky, with longish red hair and the same red and black eyes as Emily.

 “Yes…” she hesitated. The man nodded.

 “Bon, I jus’ wanted ta t’ank ya, cherie. Emmy talks ‘bout ya ‘lot.”

 “Oh,” she was still rather confused. “But why the thanks?”

 “Ya didn’ flip, i’ seemed right.”

 “Flip? Oh,” Hermione nodded, the mutant thing. “Actually, if I could ask you some questions? I’m really curious.”

 “Go ‘head.” His eyes flickered to the other man who was talking to Snape then back to Hermione.

 “How do the mutations happen. It can’t be like Wizards where you just have magic, is it genetic?”

 He nodded. “Dat’s why we’re de X-men. X ‘s for da gene, da mutation, it’s genetic. Somet’mes i’ jus’ pops up, an’ once i’ does i’ sticks. Dat help?”

  Hermione smile. “Yes, lots. Thank you sir.”

 He smiled. “Dieu, I haven’t been sir for ages. ‘M Remy, dat monstah over dere’s Logan, sir’s pointless.”

 “Oh…alright.”

 Remy looked up as Draco walked to the room then came back out trailing one Harry Potter.

 “Why don’ ya go see her den?” He suggested. “Tell her I’ll be a moment.”

 Hermione nodded, ignoring Snape and relaxing when he shut up upon Remy’s explanation.

 “Emmy?”

 The girl smiled, making Hermione’s stomach warm. “Good, I was ‘fraid I was goin’ ta be awfully bored.”

 Hermione shook her head, sitting down at the edge of Emily’s bed. “Nah, your dad said that he’d be in in a minute.” She jumped slightly in surprise when Emily pulled her back into her previous position her arms. “Emmy?”

 “Dat’s nice. Why were ya up here last night?”

 “I wanted to make sure you were alright. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep for worrying otherwise,” the explanation was true, if missing pieces. She wouldn’t have been able to sleep, it wasn’t really explainable. She had to be sure; had to rid herself of the guilt that not being able to do anything had caused.

 “Yer heart’s speedin’ up,” Emily commented, she chuckled. “Mebby I shouldn’ta said dat, i’ jus’ got even fastah. Are ya fallin’ fer me, ‘Mione?”

 The question was so perfect, set up and not dramatic, but not casual either.  Hermione felt her mind race, there really was only one rational answer, and seeing as she was sitting in said object of affection’s arms right then it wasn’t too scary of a thing to say.

 “I think so. Does it surprise you?”

 Emily smiled: sweet and mysterious. “No’ so much as surprise, but amaze and please,” she turned Hermione’s face towards hers, the tip of an oversized canine peeking slightly over her lip. Hermione was sure she was blushing, even more so as Emily touched her cheek. “Lemme kiss ya?”
 Hermione let her. It was merely as matter of blushing yet another appealing shade of red and nodding before she relinquished control to the other girl. It was sweet and warm and Emily bloody well stole and dominated her mouth. Hermione let her head fall back into Emily’s cupping hands as the skilled tongue delved into her mouth, caressing her own, tracing, memorizing the ridges of her teeth and palate, setting off shocks of nerves.

 “Emmy…”

 Emily smiled nuzzling Hermione’s cheek and waiting for her fathers to return. ‘That went well.’
 

Yeah yeah, bad ending, it got way too choppy. I know. *sigh* now I just have to figure out where to start the next part.
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