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Finding self.	By : brayzen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 1914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, nor make money from this story. It all belings to J.k Rowling... except the plot...well, this plot, in this story anyway!

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In another time and place, in a different world, these cold walls would not mock. The guise of warmth and invitation would not cause her grief, and cause tears to slide down her cheeks of the memories these walls had witnessed.

Pain etched and marred the fine contours of her face. Crumpled the serenity of her eyes. Swole the tender flesh under her eyes.

She stood there in the hall swirling the snifter, the liquid sloshing haphazardly in the glass. Her gaze fixated on a portrait.

It mocked her. The easy smiles as the figured smiled lovingly towards each other. Holding each others hands.

She could still see it. The note half open, bent with its neat creases and lazy scrawl.

What went wrong?

This was the question that caused her pain. She knew she had done her best. Encouraged and stood by this man. Even when she knew the point was fruitless. She shared her worry, but still stood by him. Supported him to the ends of the earth. But in the end.

Her love was not enough.

Cliche words played in her mind over and over again.

Its not you, it's me.

The note had said in not so many words that she was far better than he, and he was tired in being in the shadow of someone clearly more intelligent than he. That his insecurities played against him, and he felt he was far inferior to her intellect. He wanted to be with someone that would look up to him, and seek him for answers.

She almost laughed. If it wasn't so pathetic.

Pain. It was slowly leaving her. Only now she realized the pain she was feeling was not out of grief, but of confusion. Not from the note, but of the situation. She did not feel the loss. She did not feel remorse.

Pain came because she began to question herself.

Didn't she love him anymore?

Almost as soon as she asked herself this question her own mind ansered her.

No.

Turning abruptly from the picture she walked to the kitchen set the glass on the counter, grabbed her keys and coat, then walked out of the house. Apparating to the alley just down the corner from the Leaky Cauldron, and made her way there.

Once inside she stool near the wall settled in the dim light, and ordered a bloody mary.

It came with a small glass filled with pickled green beans, which she chewed on idly holding on to the thin beans with one hand while the other used a celery stalk to stir her drink.

Watching the spices swirl within the tall glass dipping into the folds of the fragrant beverage.

Movement caught her attention. The door opening and in stepping a man with two heavily make-uped women preening and hanging on him as though they may be glued. Giggling stupidly.

She rolled her eyes then paused looking at him again. Then picked up her drink and drank it swiftly the burn caressing her thoat to settle in her belly as she stood and steeled herself.

Her swift sure steps belied the current of nerves that warred against her better judgement. Purposfull, calculating, pros and cons flitted through her mind untill she was in front of him.

"Good evening Draco" She said calmly "May I have a quick word with you outside a moment?"

The bints scoffed at her and coiled into his arm giving her venomous stares. While he on the other hand had tilted his head reguarding her thoughtfully.

He knew she never approached him unless it was with important.

Their departments often worked together and she never approached anything without a sense of purpose or without thinking it through. Only seeking others for imput on a thought she already had.

And so he nodded and released his companions much to their dismay. He turned and opened the door again gesturing her to go ahead.

Unable to help herself, her inhibitions barely contained she smirked uncharacteristically at the two women as she passed. Earning her an amused chuckle from the man holding the door.

As Draco closed the door behind him two hands grabbed the lapels of his thick wool trench and pulled him around slamming him into the wall as soft warm lips pressed against his own.

He gasped causing his mouth to open slightly which only allowed his attacker to slide their tongue into his mouth.

Disoriented he responded. His hands sliding down the curvature of her waist and around to cup the plump firm roundness of her shaply bottom, and pulled her closer. Causing her to moan.

This in turned caused him to moan as the feeling of the perfect figure pressed against him.

Suddenly his mind caught up with him and he had to pull away panting as he realized who it was he was kissing.

"Her...Hermione. What is this?"

Smirking she leveled him with a lusty gaze, "If I have to tell you, then perhaps your not the man I thought you to be."

He returned her stare and squeezed her rear in his hands causing her to catch her bottom lip between her teeth, "Trust that I know what this is, but..."

He raised a hand while stilll holding her with the other and gestured between them, "What, is this?"

A determined look filled her eyes as she leaned forward holding him tightly. The world began to swirl and he felt the tell-tale tug near his middle as he found himself being apparated.

They landed on a bed with her straddling him, he began to sit up, but she pushed him down and started undoing his coat fumbling with the buttons and then in frustration ripping the front open. He lay there dumbfounded for a moment then opened his mouth to speak.

"Shut up Malfoy and just kiss me" With that she leaned forward and caught his lips in a searing kiss.

His mind racing. Not knowing what had happened or what gods he should ever thank, but this was not an opportunity that he would let pass, and so he gave in to the needy witch above him.

She pulled him up in a sitting position their mouths still battling eachother while she pushed his coat down his shoulders. Him manuvering out of the heavy fabric. Then buttons flew as he found his shirt ripped open and a pair of hazel eyes devouring him.

In a swift movement her shirt was pulled over her head and two perfect globes bounced slightly as her heavy pants caused her chest to rise and fall.

A wand appearing in her hand and with a quick flick and mumbled words, flesh found flesh and he was being pushed down again. Her lips on his neck nibbling and sucking she moved deftly down his torso. Her wet tongue leaving trails over his chest.

Who was this Hermione? He had thought her so prude, and yet here she was using him for what reason he did not know, nor was he going to complain. This feeling of not being in control yet wholey turned on by the mystery of the event left him reeling.

A warm wet sensation engulfing the steely length of his cock left him panting. Closing his eyes he could feel every move, every suck, and lick. The way her hair tickled his thighs as her head moved up and down. How the tresses would fall, fluttering against the skin as she tosses her hair to the side out of her face. Her hands soft, supple stroking him, running over his hot flesh. Leaving ghost trails in their wake.

Reaching for her he pulled her up and flipped them over, coming to rest with her legs wrapped around his waist. His lips meeting hers once again to wage war in their battle of tongues.

Her small body undulating under him. He felt her reaching between them hissing as she gripped him and guided him to her core. And as he felt the tip press against the warm wet opening he groaned releasing any thoughts of trepidation and pushed in swift and hard.

Adreniline flowed through them each panting harshly as they lay there, each waiting for the other to move. Some sign that it was alright to continue.

He had his answer as a frustrated moan reached his ears and he felt her needy grip as nails dug into hips pushing him and then pulling him forward.

He couldn't help but find the scene enthrallingly beautiful. The lust etched across her features caused by him were intoxicating, and he wanted more. He wanted to hear her scream for him.

He didn't need to be shown again. Taking over he began to move within her, guiding his hips this way and that, tilting and swiveling. Earning him a rapsody of mewls and moans. Pleading notes that resounded from within her throat. He felt a chill run through him though he was hot. Skin slick with sweat.

Wanting to pleasure her more but tiring as the pace drained him he tilted laying down on his back pulling her around. Without skipping a beat she adjusted and began bouncing on top of him. Swiveling her own hips as she rode him.

The sight of her breasts bouncing while her hands splayed over his chest was seared into his mind, and he knew he would be scared forever by this moment.

The thought of this woman, whom he thought was out of his league riding his cock of her own provocation was enough to give him a second wind.

He said up moved with her down the bed then hoisted her up as he stood and backed her into the wall.

He pressed her against it bringing his arms under her knees to support her and proceeded to pummel her without restraint against it.

Their cries intermingled and echoed in the small room.

Suddenly he growled loudly as the feeling of teeth sank into his shoulder and nails dug in not dragging, but piercing, and the feeling of a vice threatening to lodge him within her. If it wasn't for the onslaught of moisture that surrounded his throbbing cock he might not have been able to move

But he did. This only goaded him into pushing his limits over the edge as he quickened his pace. Her screams of pleasure filling his ears as her orgasm washed over her was all he needed to find his own finish. With a final thrust he pushed as hard as he could holding her against the wall until he couldn't stand any longer from exhaustion.

Holding her as tight as he could he pulled them away from the wall and backed up till they fell upon the bed.

Both panting she fell to the side staring up at the ceiling.

"Hermione, not that im complaining, cause frankly that was fantastic, but.. what was that all about?"

"I need to get out of here" Were the last words he heard as she got up dressed and left, all while he stared stupidly at her in utter confusion.

~To be continued...................

~B
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