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Midnight	By : avari20 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70965 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Dedicated to: My new friend, Sage, a wonderful writer and a damn fine person on top of that. And to my beta and also friend, Lorett, who keeps a sharp eye out and a ready word of support. Thanks, fellas!

Inspired by: "At Any Cost" by Em North, "For Her" by ruafair, and "Her Silent Tears" by reetinkerbell (all of which can be found on AFF or IATQO archive). Draco's transition intrigued me, and I wanted to capture the very moment things turned around for him, from his point of view.

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Midnight

Draco had wanted Hermione for years.

With measured steps he approached her door, the flickering fire in the common room casting his shadow upon the wall. It was grotesquely disproportionate, overlarge and twisted. He and it glided silently closer, Draco�s eyes fixed firmly on the Gryffindor crest embedded in the wood.
There was no nervousness in his countenance, no hint of hesitation. His handsome face was schooled into an expression of resolute determination. The hand that reached up to loosen his tie was rock steady, the gesture born of habit rather than agitation.

Sometimes he�d wanted her to die, sometimes he wanted her to simply shut up, sometimes he wanted her to just look at him. However inconstant his wishes for her had been, the wanting has never wavered. It grew and morphed into an obsession that burned him from the inside out. His appointment as Head Boy came to him like a curse, because the closer he was to her the more aware he was of his emotions.

He had known it would end badly and he had been right. He had fallen in love with Mudblood Granger.

He came within a foot of the door and stopped. His eyes dropped to follow the path of his elegant fingers as they casually ran across the smooth wood before finally settling upon the handle. When he raised his gaze again, a spark of anticipation caught and glowed within the icy depths for the first time. A corner of his lips lifted and stayed, too perverse to be called a proper smile.

It was no longer about her blood. It was about her power, her body, her mind. Draco had reached a point when he could no longer settle with her just in his mind. He stayed where he was, savoring the moment that marked the beginning of the end. He had resolved to get her out of his skin...
For two years he had suffered in increasing degrees. Now he was standing before her door, on the threshold to a place he�d only fantasized about. When he came back to this spot, he will have rid all of his frustrations. It was a sweet triumph. The plan had succeeded. ~~He's~~ He'd weighed every action, every consequence, every pro, every con, every ounce of ingredients he had used to take advantage of her. He planned on having one night where he used her body to get himself off and her out of his heart.
So he�d potioned her nightly glass of water randomly for the past two weeks, conditioning her to waking up fully clothed, watching her chalk it up to stress from exams. He didn�t want any suspicions in her mind after tonight. He�d waited and watched, and in the course of those two weeks his limited patience had been stretched too far. So tonight had to be the night�before he broke completely and saw all his effort wasted.
Draco applied pressure to the handle. The door opened smoothly. Silently.
Shadows cloaked the room; created by a single Ever-Lasting candle that Hermione had had no time to extinguish. Draco stepped across the threshold into her haven, closing the door slowly. The click of the tumblers echoed with an air of finality.
Draco kept his eyes on her, unblinking as he rounded the queen-sized bed to stand at its side. She lay across the bed in childlike abandon, her breathing deep and even as the potion worked its magic. The half empty glass on her nightstand was proof that Hermione would sleep until midmorning at the least. She still wore her uniform, sans robes and shoes, her little feet hanging off over the edge of the mattress. Her wild hair glistened in the candlelight, her eyelashes created half-moons on her pink cheeks. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, her breath catching every now and again.
Draco studied her for a long moment, committing every feature to memory. He wanted to be able to close his eyes and see her just like this whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted. He didn�t look away when he reached for his belt. His eyes traced the curve of her cheek when the buckle came undone. He focused on her lips when he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He took his time studying the curves of her body, from her round shoulders to her waist, when he shrugged out of the garment.
When he pushed his trousers and boxers down, dragging his fingernails down his own flesh, gray-blue eyes were trained solely on that secret place that existed beneath her skirt. That warm, wet channel that he would finally feel tonight, where he would not enter, but merely touch. He had no intention of taking her virginity tonight. No, he would use her body for his own pleasure, but he would leave her intact. He wanted satisfaction. He wanted relief.
He didn�t want blood.
Metal clanked against the floor. Intellectually he knew it was his belt, but the sound reminded him of fetters finally freeing him.
He stood naked at her feet, his sculpted body gleaming. He was not a thin man, had in fact built up his muscles in preparation for the dark days ahead. He was beautifully defined, a demon in angel�s guise. The cold, impassive mask he�d been holding tightly onto slipped away. His eyes narrowed, his lips drew back, revealing his teeth. Raw animal need appeared, ferocious and almost terrifying in its intensity.
The civilized man was gone. In his place was a wolf needing his mate.
His muscles tightened and he went rigid, reveling in the power and euphoria finally letting go engendered in him. He closed his eyes and growled, arching his back sensuously. He ran his hands over his chest, down his sides, and cupped his balls in one hand while gripping his burgeoning erection with the other. His blood began to thicken. His heartbeat picked up, thumping harder against his rib cage with every moment that passed.
He opened his eyes. Lust, anger, and love burned brightly in them while he glared down at her still form. �You�re a disease, Granger,� he hissed. The air dragged across his gritted teeth; his words so thick he was surprised they didn�t catch on the enamel. �You�re an infection, spreading inside and choking everything else. Invading my thoughts and dreams like a parasite. Suffocating me with feelings I can�t get rid of.�
He barked out a harsh laugh, his casual stroking of his cock becoming more insistent with every thought he gave voice to. �Do you know how that feels, Granger? It�s like drowning in yourself.� Desire was leaping higher and higher inside of him, burning away the reason he clung to even now, leaving pure aggression to find root in the ashes. His breathing quickened. �It�s wanting to-reach out and-touch you only to find my arm�won�t�move.� He snarled. �Agony.�
Thought fled him. Instinct took over. He was on the bed, pulling frantically at her clothes. The sound of fabric tearing at the seams. He straddled her hips and dragged her shirt up, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Hands shaking with sheer feelings breaking free. Cupping her breasts firmly and dragging them up to his mouth. He licked the nipples with reckless intensity, nipping, sucking roughly and noisily. He ground his hard on into her belly, groaning as skin dragged against skin.
He was an animal, lewdly jerking his hips and humping Hermione�s still form. Lust sizzled through his veins and set his blood afire, the sound roaring in his ears. He felt drunk with it all, the heady desire, the anger; the powerful need to possess every inch of her skin.
He was overcome with the insatiable urge to lick her everywhere, to touch every part of her that he could reach! He wanted to spread his scent all over her, mixing it with hers and creating a whole new fragrance that worked like an aphrodisiac on him. Draco ran his hands down her sides and raised up his hips so that he could slide his fingers down and catch the hem of her skirt. He pushed it up. Elegant fingers closed over her panties and wrenched, tearing them off and tossing them aside in one smooth motion. Suddenly he could feel the curls that protected the place he coveted most against his balls.
Pleasure surged through him. His eyes rolled and he clamped his jaw, involuntarily biting Hermione too hard.
Her low moan of pain brought him momentarily out of his high. He jerked his head back and stared into Hermione�s face, eyes dark with worry. Her eyes remained closed, but her brow had furrowed. Draco pushed a lock of blond hair out of his face, breathing hard. Sweat had just begun to bead on his forehead, and he wiped that away as well.
He was suddenly suffused with the need to sooth her, to let her know that he hadn�t intended to hurt her. Lowering his head, he licked the mark on her breast tenderly. �Sorry, luv,� he whispered against her skin, burying his face into her neck and pressing little kisses to the pulse there. �Sorry.�
He closed his eyes. Idiot, he called himself. You�re a twit, Draco Malfoy.
In the lull of the moment, he recognized the one great flaw of his plan. He had come to this moment foolishly thinking that he would somehow wash her out of his system. But he burned for her, and regardless of tonight�s events, he would always burn for her. Hate her though he sometimes did, the sad truth was that Draco Malfoy always loved Hermione Granger first.
He opened his eyes.
But was just one night so wrong?
She would never know what he had done. He could still go through with this, still get his memories of a time when their bodies had been pressed, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart.
Hesitantly, Draco kissed Hermione�s jaw, dragging his tongue just a bit. Mmm, she tasted so good. He focused on her lips. So perfect. Just one kiss, he told himself, raising up on one arm and cupping her neck. He bent closer. Just one-

Kiss.

Her lips were warm and soft, fitting perfectly against his. It was a gentle, breathy kiss, so sweet in its simplicity. Just a meeting of the mouths, the ultimate act of affection that held no motive but to cause pure sensation. It shot straight to his heart and struck it truly.
Draco pulled back with a gasp, pain lancing through his body.
Rage swept him. Fucking fool! Fucking, lovesick fool! Why had he done that?! Why couldn�t he have gotten off on her and just left? Kissing her had been a colossal mistake, a moment in which he had left himself truly unguarded for one split second and been beset with the knowledge that this woman, this one, unattainable woman, was the only woman he would ever love for the rest of his miserable life!
Draco slammed his fists on either side of her head. �Damn you!� he shouted into her face. �Damnyoudamnyoudamnyoudamnyou-!� He captured her head in his hands and crushed his lips to hers. He poured all of his anger, his pain, and his fear into the kiss. One kiss turned into two, then three.
He wouldn�t be so easily defeated! Her lips would be red and full from his kisses, by the gods! It would be him touching her tonight, his cum that covered her body! It would be his marks she would feel but not see tomorrow morning, a part of him left on her skin.
His erection flared to new life, drowning him in desire once more. He grabbed her legs and lay them on either side of his hips, nestling in the cradle created there. He spit in his hand and, gripping himself loosely, guided the tip of his engorged cock to the secret entrance he had so studiously avoided earlier. He pressed just close enough to feel her warmth. His hips jerked, mimicking the act he craved so much, but purposely blocked by his own hand. His balls slapped against his fist repeatedly while he tried to find some sense of satisfaction from this mockery of intercourse.
�Oh, gods, Granger! I have to- I have to-� Blindly he thrust against her opening, the tip pushing in just barely. He latched onto her neck, laving the junction where it and her shoulder met. His fist moved up and down rapidly, trying and failing to substitute the warm wetness of Hermione�s channel. He growled in frustration, feeling the pull of her heat like a magnet.
This wasn�t enough, Draco thought wildly. He swirled his cock around her folds. He was already a little inside her. It would be so easy to go just a bit further, only a bit further- �Fuck!� The weepy head of his arousal was now completely embedded. Draco moaned in pleasure, his back arching at the sensation. �So warm, love,� he choked out. �You�re so tight.�
Sweat dripped down his temple. He was so hot! He had to move deeper, it wouldn�t be much, just a little�He pushed in a bit more. �Ah!� He lifted his body away so that he could see where their bodies were joined by such a small measure. The contrast in their skin tones was startlingly beautiful. Draco had never been so turned on by the prospect of being inside a woman in his life.

He could do it, a voice whispered. He could take her now; fill her up with every inch of him. Sweet release from this torture. A moment of bliss in her arms, her body. He had already gone this far--what was a few more inches? He wouldn�t hurt her. She had to lose her virginity eventually. Why not to him? The man who loved her, wanted her with so much passion that was willing to drug her just to get close.

You want her, the voice told him. You love her. Take her now!
�No,� he whispered, struggling against the dark temptation. He loved Hermione with a depth that shook him. He couldn�t steal her virginity from her. Painfully hard by now, he gathered the last of his willpower and made to withdraw from her.

She�ll give it to someone else! the voice taunted. She�ll find some other man it will never be you! Never you. Take it, Draco.

Unbidden, he sank back in, just a little deeper than before. He came up against that precious barrier that separated one threshold from another. He was wracked by jealousy. She would eventually let another man be her first if he stopped now. Hermione would go to someone else who would accept her gift and know the happiness that he, Draco, craved with every fiber of his being.
In the blink of an eye all notions of simply using Hermione for gratification, of cumming on her and leaving her hymen intact were gone. No, Draco thought blackly. No half-measures now. He either left now�or he continued. It was all or nothing now, and he was painfully aware that his decision would alter their lives profoundly.
If he stayed, if he went any further, it would be nothing less than rape. He wouldn�t hurt her, but she wouldn�t be able to refuse him. If he�raped� Hermione, she would only be his for a night. Unless�His eyes narrowed in concentration, glittering in the candlelight.
Unless he bargained for her.
His mind whirred and his cock screamed at protest at his inactivity, but he remained utterly still. He could keep her. Hermione in exchange for the Order�s downfall.
He could make her forgive him eventually. No Obliviation, he wanted her mind whole. As years passed, as she got big with his babies, she would forget what he had done. They could be together, Draco thought. Hermione would be his to love, to want, to have forever.
A vision of Hermione, gloriously naked and writhing in his arms filled his head. She was screaming out that she wanted him, that she needed him-

That she loved him.
Draco�s control snapped. He palmed her hips and lifted, flexing his hips at the same moment he dragged her closer. He thrust past her barrier in one smooth, damning move. Draco threw his head back and moaned so gutturally that the sound vibrated in every nerve ending. �Finally,� he ground out. �Finally�mine!�
Pain had registered on Hermione�s face once more. Draco went deeper, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. He leaned forward and slide one arm under her shoulder to drag her closer to his body. Gods, she was so beautiful! �It�s okay, love,� he murmured urgently. �I promise, I�ll make everything okay.� He watched her as he pulled back out, only to glide back in. Again pain flickered, but not as badly, he thought. Once more, and the same result. A bad dream, he wondered?
Yes, it was only a bad dream that disturbed her. She had no idea what he was doing, he reasoned. He could do anything he wanted now, and it had to be enough to last him until the time came to claim her for all the world to see.
This thrust was harder. Draco grunted when he looked down. He could see flecks of blood, her blood, on his shaft. He had needed blood after all, he thought fleetingly. He had to get deeper, go harder, make her ache so that the memory of him would be on her skin, if not her mind.
He kissed her one last time. �I have to fuck you, love. I need to fuck you. I swear I�ll make it up to you. I�ll make love to you like you deserve, but I-� he gritted his teeth and reared back until he was once again kneeling. �Can�t. Now!�

Draco slammed into her as hard as he could, holding her hips and pulling her down to meet him halfway. He pistoned his hips relentlessly, driving into her violently. The sound of skin slapping skin intermingled with his bestial rumbles of pleasure.
He knew that this was a desperate act. If someone had been watching him they would have been horrified at the force of his lunges, at Hermione�s inability to fight back. There would have been morbid disgust when he murmured incoherently to her, trailing his hand down her side like her lover and not her rapist. The great Draco Malfoy had been reduced to a savage brute, ferocious and yet unguarded in his emotions. The expressions that crossed his face in rapid succession ranged from intense adoration, to possession, to desperate sadness.

He was going to cum, he was going to cum! �Oh, love-� He could pull out, cum all over her, it wasn�t too late, but he didn�t want to.�-close. I�m so close-� He wanted to come inside her, soak her pussy in him, make her look thoroughly fucked, make her pregnant-

�Ungh, ungh, un-!� Draco ground his hips until he was buried to his balls and exploded, cumming so hard and so long his vision dimmed. His entire body went rigid. He forced the words out passed corded muscles in his throat, needing to say them. �Love. You. Hermione!� he gasped, hunching over her body to ride out the storm. �I. Love. You. Love you. Mine.�
Draco struggled to breathe, to calm his heartbeat, to make this moment last forever. He collapsed against her endless moments later, his shoulders sagging. He stayed there, reluctant to move, but was struck with a sudden urge.
Draco straightened, regretting the move, but pulling his spent cock out of Hermione�s depths. He wanted to stay inside her forever, but he had to do something first. Her sweet nether lips were red from activity, and just a hint of cream was visible to him. Tenderly he tilted her hips and waited, watching as it slid back in and massaging her belly in upward strokes to her navel. Guiding his essence to where he wanted it to take root and grow.
Draco cupped either side of Hermione�s tummy and pressed his mouth to the little bulge that would one day be his child�s first playground. �Grow, baby,� he whispered. �Get nice and big for Papa.�

He crawled up to blanket Hermione�s body, needing to feel her against him in the aftermath of his decision. Soon he would have to wipe away all visible traces of his presence. A simple spell? No, not for this. He would do it without magic. He would wield the washcloth that cleaned and soothed her himself. The wand would do for the clothes, but nothing touched Hermione but him. Maybe he would keep the bloodstained sheet as a talisman to see him through to the end he had to reach.
All that would come later, Draco told himself. He gathered Hermione in his arms and tucked her head against his chest. For now he would stay beside her and imagine them in their marriage bed, exhausted from demonstrating how much they loved each other.
One day, he promised himself. One day it would be true.
He would make sure of it.

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The End

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Author�s Note:

Scary stuff, huh? This is my first real foray into the obsessive dark side of Draco Malfoy, and I came out a little shaken. It�s a very different fic from my other works (Future Parents Program, Off Limits) and I was frankly scared to death to post. It is going to engender strong emotions all across the spectrum, and I wasn�t sure if I was ready for that.
However, I have managed to find my spine.
So make it worth my effort, people. Read and Review! Read and Review! *claps hands* Chop, Chop!

Thanks for reading! *wink*,

Ava
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