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Memorable Moments

By: Sydsvaughn
Rating: Strong R
Spoilers/Setting: 7th year at Hogwarts
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Summary: Stolen moments in time are all they are left with

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. Nothing is mine but the plot!
Notes: This was written on a break from my other stories for this pair. I'm working on the plots, and I got the idea to rework this little story for the Draco/Hermione audience. Oh, and if this seems familiar to some, it's because I've written it for several different fandoms and various character pairings. See notes at end if you're interested in the others!
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She sighed as she sipped her drink, hoping the ice cold liquid would curb the heat curling through her body. Closing her eyes, she ran an ice cube across her neck, moaning softly as the icy water trickled down between her breasts, easing the heat a bit. She could have accomplished a quicker and more lasting result with a cooling spell, but there was just something fitting about using a good old-fashioned and rather erotic Muggle remedy to beat the heat. Especially when one was sitting at a bar inside a seedy Muggle nightclub.
She felt his gaze on her long before she opened her eyes. Her body temperature shot over the boiling point as she felt his eyes focus on her.
Hot.
Heated.
Intense.
Burning.
Dragging her eyes open, she found herself ensnared in a pair of familiar silvery eyes that seemed to sear themselves into her soul. Her breath caught as she forced her gaze from his and instead, ran it down his body.
His once thin and scrawny build was now firm and toned. All the hard muscle and sinew from his days on the Quiddich field were now revealed quite nicely without the cover of his usual robes. His white-blonde hair fell in soft waves around his face, a far better style than the slicked back one he'd favored during his early years at Hogwarts. That gorgeous hair now framed a shockingly handsome face that sent many a young hearts aflutter.
He was dressed in Muggle style, denim jeans that clung tightly to his hips, showing off his rather nicely rounded backside and a dark green Polo shirt that hugged the breadth of his shoulders like a second skin. He wore a pair of hiking boots, which complimented the outfit perfectly, giving him a rakish, outdoorsy air that would no doubt send legions of Hogwarts girls into a frenzy.
It already had her heart beating faster.
Her mouth watered and her body heat continued to rise as he sauntered towards her, nodding here and there to those who dared approach him, but never once letting his gaze rove from hers. The sensual smile on his lips had her breath quickening as he approached her with a confidence that should annoy but instead got her hot and bothered.
She decided she had no desire to move as he drew closer, keeping her eyes locked on his as he approached. She fought back a moan as she felt his heated gaze slide down her body, lingering on her breasts, then hips and thighs.
She'd dressed for him tonight, wearing a pair of tight black jeans that clung to her slim waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her top was a simple white oxford shirt, unbuttoned nearly to her waist and tied in a small knot. She wore a lacy black bra beneath, temptingly revealed whenever she moved enough to let her shirt fall open. She loved the sensual feel of the lace rubbing against her skin, her nipples tightening into small, hard peaks as she noted his gaze taking in every aspect of her ensemble.
She found herself holding her breath, heat crashing over her in waves as he finally reached her side and gave her one more burning glance.
"Dance with me."
The command, delivered in his husky voice ran through her like an electric current, ensnaring and shocking her as he held out his hand. His voice, when not raised in anger, was the most seductive, erotic thing she'd ever heard. Every word had the power to turn her knees to jelly and send heat flooding to her center, especially when the words were accompanied by a look that seemed to sear her body from the inside out.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she reached for his hand, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. His palm was warm in hers, the skin smooth and unblemished. She twined her fingers with his unconsciously as he led her through the crowd, his grip on her hand never loosening.
She wondered, as she always did on these nights, what in the world she was doing. This was utterly and completely wrong, and if ever discovered could mean an end to his life and possibly hers, as well as her already shaky relationships to two of the men he hated most in the entire world.
But her brain short-circuited as she felt him jerk her against his body, molding himself to her as the Muggle band struck up a seductive beat. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she slid her leg between his thighs, arching against him as he dipped and twirled her to the sexy beat.
Neither said a word as their bodies ground together, generating a heat that seemed to rise visibly as steam in the air around them. She buried her face against his neck, inhaling the familiar scent that was his alone. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew it made her long for him in ways that could make her blush. She planted nipping kisses against his collarbone, biting with her teeth then soothing with her tongue, feeling proud to know he would wear her mark in the morning. She could only pray it was the only mark he would ever wear.
She moaned deep in her throat as his arms tightened around her, his hands slipping down to cup her rounded backside, pulling her hips to his. The move allowed her to feel the ridge of his desire that now rubbed teasingly against her aching center with every thrust of his hips.
She gasped as he suddenly whirled her around, wincing as she felt her back hit the wall of the nightclub. Before she could even utter a gasp of shock, his firm, sensual lips were crushing hers and her entire world exploded into a calliope of color and sound.
Without caring who might see, she kissed him back fiercely, her tongue tangling with his as his hands slid across her neck and into the top of her shirt. She moaned against his lips as his rough hands began to massage her breasts, her nipples hardening into even tighter peaks as he stroked and pinched them, all while ravaging every corner and crevice of her mouth.
He pressed her hard against the wall, and she heard him growl low in his throat as she wrapped her leg around his thigh, grinding her hips forcefully against his pulsating desire. She could feel herself liquefy, wanting nothing more than to feel him buried deep inside her. As she reached down to struggle with the fastening of his pants, she cried out as he pulled back slightly, those incredible eyes boring into hers.
"Do you want this?"
The harshly whispered words nearly sent her over the edge, the desire in his eyes so intense she could hardly breathe. She knew it was so wrong, the worst thing she could possibly ever do. It could all be a cruel joke, one she would pay dearly for.
But it felt so right, she couldn't resist.
"I want this. I want you," she managed in a hoarse whisper, hearing the low, triumphant laugh as his hands slid beneath her shirt and pinched her hardened nipples lightly. She moaned at the exquisite sensation and cried out softly as he leaned down and took the aching nipple into the heat of his mouth. The rasp of his tongue through the lacy material of her bra was nearly an unbearable ecstasy.
She needed more.
Freeing one hand from where it was buried in his silky hair, she managed to push aside the fabric of her bra, gasping as his lips finally touched her bare flesh. Writhing against him, she felt him teasing her nearly to the point of pain with long, slow strokes of his tongue, followed by small bites and kisses that drove her nearly insane with desire.
She arched frantically against him as he slid his free hand to her waist, slipping two of his fingers underneath her waistband and the lace of the panties she wore. She moaned again as his fingers brushed through the curly hair, then quickly moved to undo the button and zipper of her jeans. She gasped as he suddenly pushed aside her panties and thrust two fingers deep into her waiting depths. She couldn't hold back a cry as his fingers speared and twisted inside her, curving and stroking to hit every erogenous spot she had, and a few she hadn't know about.
She had a sudden moment of fear, realizing they were in a public place where anyone could see them. While the club was nearly pitch black, and they were in the furthest back corner, there was still the chance someone might see them, and all would be lost. She immediately wondered if a cloaking spell would work, only to realize no magic could be used outside of Hogwarts.
The fear quickly passed as she suddenly felt him curve his fingers and with a dexterous twist, hit that perfect spot she'd always heard about, but never been with anyone skilled enough to find.
Until now.
She felt her inner walls clamp down hard on his fingers as she arched desperately against him, moaning and gasping her pleasure as she clasped his head tightly to her breasts.
But it wasn't enough.
She needed to feel him as well.
Fingers moving from their death grip in his hair, she managed to slip her hands to his waist and with a few quick moves, had his jeans unbuttoned and his hardness cupped in her palm. She marveled for a split second how something so hard could still feel so silky soft to the touch. Steel covered by silk she often thought in these moments. His low groan was music to her ears as she began to stroke him with quick, hard motions, knowing that was how he liked it.
Hot and hard and fast.
She cried out as she felt him pull back, his eyes wild as they gazed into hers.
"Inside you. Now."
The words nearly sent her crashing over the edge. With a small nod and a tiny whimper, she gave him the permission he asked, knowing despite it all, despite their pasts and who they were, he would have stopped if she'd wanted.
But she didn't. She'd never wanted anything more in her life than this moment, here and now, locked in her lover's arms, to be taken hard and fast. She felt him lift her, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself against her.
Then, with a harsh moan, he thrust home.
She cried out as his hardness filled her completely. He felt incredibly hot and solid inside her, like no one she'd ever been with before. She cried out as he began to move. His strokes were quick and rough, each one driving him deeper and deeper into her. She paid no attention to the pain as each thrust shoved her against the wall, lost in the pleasure of his thrusts and the feel of him around her, against her, inside her.
"Please, now," was all she managed as she felt herself nearing the peak, knowing she needed release desperately.
"Mine. Always. Mine."
The harsh growl, accompanied by one hard, final thrust sent her over the edge. She muffled her cry and his moan by taking his lips again. She felt herself flying, lost to everything but the pleasure around her, filling her, absorbing her. Pleasure only this man could give to her. Pleasure that could only come in stolen moments like these, inside Muggle nightclubs and seedy bars where no one magical would think to look for them.
She held him close, still trying to catch her breath as he slowly drew back from her, slipping from her body and gently lowering her to the ground. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes, the lust and desire gone, replaced by something else entirely.
She nearly cried at the love she could see reflected in the silvery orbs staring so intently into hers. He always looked at her like that before he left. No words were spoken. Nothing verbally acknowledged. It would be too dangerous, taking them to places they could not afford to go.
At least not right now, with Voldemort still wreaking havoc in the Muggle and Magical worlds.
So she let the answering love she felt for him shine for one brief moment in her eyes, and from the we loe looked back, she knew no words were needed. Neither wanted it to be this way, but fate had left them no other choice.
She forced back her tears as he leaned in and kissed her sweetly, pouring all the love that they could never admit into the kiss. And once again, she felt her heart break, as it did every time they parted. Sooner or later, she would be left with no heart at, the man holding her so tightly having captured every part of it, even though it was not free to give. At least not now while there was a war going on and they were each needed desperately by others.
She forced herself to remain strong as she stared into his eyes, watching as he pulled back, straightening his clothing, brushing those smooth fingers against her soft skin again, using the excuse of helping her fix her appearance. Then, in a gesture that surprised her, he raised her right hand to his lips, planting a heated kiss on the bare skin of her palm, his eyes never leaving hers. It was a courtly, old-fashioned gesture, but one that brought tears to her eyes, especially knowing what she did about the man who offered it.
She took a deep breath as he let her hand go and with one, long last look, filled with love and pain, turned and walked out of the club.
She watched him go, knowing her heart went with him.
It always did.
She wiped away the solitary tear she couldn't hold back as she straightened her appearance, fixing her hair and clothing with a quick charm. Once put together, she slipped quietly through the crowd and out the front doors of the club. Looking quickly to make sure no one had spotted her, she walked off down the street. Halfway down the block however, she stopped, turning back to take one final look at the place where so many of her dreams were made and broken.
Feeling an emptiness like never before, she locked her emotions tightly away in the deepest part of her mind, knowing they must never be discovered. It could prove deadly for them both.
Steeling herself, she straightened her shoulders and turned away, heading back to the hard, cold world that would exist for them both until Voldemort was destroyed.
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