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The Doll House	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26990 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 10: Before the Storm

The light of a three quarter moon shone down casting the house in an eerie silver-blue glow. Draco stood just outside the carriage house and stared at the manor house. His house. He wondered how something so beautiful could house such evil. It wasn�t as if it were the first time such thoughts had crossed his mind. He had often pondered the same question in reference to his parents as well as his childhood home. He was beginning to wonder if beauty automatically meant evil. Was beauty all a facade to hide darkness? After all, in his experience it was always those who didn�t fit the definition of beautiful who had the most good in them. Hell, he just had to look at the witch he had spent the last few days with to see that. She wasn�t a traditional beauty by any standard though she wasn�t hard on the eyes either, but she was good through and through.

He started a bit when the windows came alive with a soft golden glow. The sun was completely set and the house was 'active'. Through the sheers he could see faint shadows and see the drapery flutter as if the wind were lifting the soft material. But he knew it wasn�t the wind, the windows and doors were closed. He felt his stomach lurch with the sickening roll of fear and disgust. Another feeling that he was well acquainted with. Hermione was right. They had to save the children but the thought of going inside that house again gave him chills and made his stomach clench painfully.

"What are you doing?" Draco jumped at the soft sound of Hermione's voice coming from behind him.

"Thinking," he said quietly. He was a mess of nerves and at that moment he wished that he hadn�t given up smoking.

�About what?� she asked as she moved to stand beside him.

�The house, the children, the past, myself,� he said quietly. �I wonder sometimes if there is something about me that attracts evil. Funny isn�t it? To be evil yet also a coward?�

Hermione turned her head to stare at him for several long moments. She could see that he was serious and she felt a bit sorry for him. He may have lead a rich and privileged life but it hadn�t been easy.

�I don�t think you are evil,� she said truthfully. �Or a coward.�

�Ha!� he scoffed, �You would be the only one in the wizarding world who doesn�t equate the name Malfoy with evil then.�

�You know, when we were in school I would have probably agreed with that,� she said. �You were pretty awful and like most people I associated Slytherin with evil. But then I grew up and began to really look at things from a mature and more objective perspective. I mean, Harry was almost sorted into Slytherin and he isn�t evil and he certainly isn�t a coward.�

�I fail to see how this is supposed to make me feel better.�

�You were put in a position where truly evil things were demanded of you but you didn�t do them despite the threats of what would happen should you fail,� she said. �That�s not something a coward does.�

�So you say, but it doesn�t seem to change the fact that I apparently come from a long line of evil cowards,� he snorted.

�I don�t believe that to be true either. I mean, your father was misguided but he wasn�t evil and he certainly wasn�t a coward. Look at what he did to save you and your mother. Now, I can�t argue that you seem to be a magnet for the dark and sinister, but I don�t believe that you are evil.�

�Thanks�I think,� he said, his mouth tilting up just a little at one corner.

�It�s just how I see things,� she said returning his smile.

�The world according to Granger?�

�Something like that,� she chuckled as she turned to look back at the house. �It�s such a beautiful house.�

�I was just thinking that myself,� he said. �Beautiful and evil. Story of my life.�

�Well�like I said, I don�t believe you are evil,� she said.

�But you think I�m beautiful, don�t you?� He smirked as he cast her sidelong glance.

�Well�.you�re no Lucius, but you�re not a troll,� she said, fighting back a smile.

�I�m no�wait, you fancy my dad?� he asked incredulously as he turned to face her.

�Well, I mean I don�t particularly like the guy,� she said, slowly inching backwards as Draco began to move towards her with his eyes narrowed. �But I�d be lying if I didn�t say he was a first class stud.� She saw his eyes narrow further and nearly burst into laughter right then.

�Stud? You think my father is a stud?� He moved towards her like a predator, a bit surprised at the inkling of jealousy that her teasing stirred up.

�Come on! He�s tall, fit, well dressed and he has this swagger when he walks�and the way he gestures with that cane of his�it makes a girl fantasize about being bent over a glossy mahogany desk and�� she didn�t get a chance to finish before Draco had her pinned to the side of the carriage house.

�You�ve thought this out, eh?� he said roughly as he reached for her. �I don�t think I like the idea of you thinking about my father in such a lascivious manner.� He pulled his wand from his back pocket and pressed it against her hip, the denim easily falling away with a hushed whisper.

�I don�t think I like how easily you seem to have mastered disrobing spells,� she said as she watched her jeans re-appear in a neatly folded square at their feet.

�Funny thing about these spells��he filled his palms with the pliable flesh of her buttocks and lifted her. Soft, warm thighs wrapped around his waist as he leaned her against the wall. �The person has to be willing to be undressed in order for them to work. So you can�t really protest, Hermione, as you were more than willing to lose the jeans.�

�That�s true,� she smirked as she threaded her fingers into his hair. �Are you going to keep talking or are you going to kiss me?�

�That depends, are you going to be thinking about my father during the kiss?� he asked, squeezing her bottom.

�Well, you do kind of look like him,� she teased as she wriggled in his grasp. He gave one pliant round globe a little pinch and she squealed. �No!� she laughed for a moment and then he watched her face soften and her eyes grow heavy as she touched his cheek and stroked the bridge of his nose. �I don�t need to think of anyone else right now, Draco, all I want is you.�

He took her lips with shocking gentleness. She wasn�t prepared for it and she certainly wasn�t guarded against it. Warmth raced down her spine as she melted against him. She tightened her arms around his neck, pulling him closer so that not even a fraction of an inch separated them. His lips moved slowly, carefully over hers as if he were savoring their kiss as though it would be the last. If things didn�t go well, it could very well be the last.

�Inside�privacy�� he muttered against her lips. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he blindly hobbled towards the door. The witch wrapped around him wasn�t helping. Instead of loosening her grip she was sliding her hand down the center of his chest to cup the bulge straining against the front of his jeans. �GRRRRRRR�.� He growled against her lips and then gave a triumphant shout when his hand banged against the knob.

He somehow managed to wrestle the door open and ease inside, all while continuing to voraciously kiss the witch clinging to him. As the door swung forward the knob hit him in the center of the back. The pain and surprise caused him to lurch forward, still clutching Hermione tightly against his front. He was conscious enough of the pain it would cause her should he fall with her onto the stairs to bend his legs and fall so that his knees took the brunt of the impact.

�Smooth move, Malfoy,� she laughed as he leaned her gently on the stairs.

�It�s Draco if you please,� he drawled as he settled her on the second to the bottom step. �And I am, generally, far more smooth and debonair than this,� he said, his smile softening a little as he reached out to stroke her brow lightly. �What is it about you that makes me lose my head?�

�The novelty of bedding a muggleborn I suppose,� she jested, a bit nervous at his shift in tone.

�You aren�t the first,� he said, his brow furrowed. �No, it�s you, you�re special.�

�I�m glad you think so, but, Draco,� she said softly as she squeezed his erection through his jeans. �I don�t want to talk�I want you inside me, now.�

He gasped, the need and confusion shining in her eyes floored him for a moment but he understood. The way she was making him feel and think scared the hell out of him too. There was a lot he wanted to say but the thoughts were unorganized and scattered so he pushed them aside and focused on showing her, telling her through actions, how he wanted her. He took her mouth with his, his kiss gentler but no less passionate than before. She whimpered into his mouth while her hands frantically tugged at the fastenings of his trousers. She sank her teeth gently into his bottom lips as she shoved the denim material down his hips to bunch at his thighs.

�Now, take me now,� she said. Her voice was rough, the sound strained and barely a whisper but it resounded in his ears like a shout. He felt her nails bite into the cheeks of his backside as her legs wrapped around his thighs. She pulled him closer and the tip of his erection nudged at the already wet petals of her sex.

�Hermione�� He gasped her name as his shaft slid deep inside her, the heat of sex scalding him. �Ah..God�.� he groaned, unable to focus, barely able to breathe as he began a slow rhythm of stroking his cock inside her. She didn�t even try to contain the breathy sounds of pleasure escaping her lips. She went wild against him, her legs tightening and her hips jerking in time with his. Harder�More�.Please, Draco! she pleaded over and over again. He braced on hand on the step above her and reached down to grab her ass with the other.

It was out of control, explosive and so fucking incredible that his heart felt like it was going to burst right out of his chest when he came. He continued to thrust through his ejaculation until he finally felt her flutter and flex around him in her own release. She held on tight, unwilling to let go as she trembled in the aftermath, unwilling to let him see the emotions that she knew were shining in her eyes.

He said nothing, just held her close. At least until his knees slipped and the two of them bounced off of the bottom step and into a heap on the floor.

�Oh, Draco, I thought you Malfoys were more suave than this,� Hermione laughed as she stared up at the naked bulb in the ceiling above them.

�You attacked me, woman,� he groaned as he rose to his knees and refastened his trousers. �Normally I am better at the whole seduction thing,� he muttered as he stood and reached for her hand to help her up. She looked up at him and he watched her throat move as she swallowed and then her lips lift in a soft smile.

�Alright then�take me upstairs and seduce me,� she said. �Show me�.�

**********

�You shouldn�t be watching,� Claire said as she faced a wall.

�Do wut ye wan� ta, Clairy, bu� I ain� sucha lit�el prude as ye,� Polly said, smiling as she watched Draco pick Hermione up and cradle her in his arms. ��esides, I never sawr� it from dis side afore,� she said softly.

�I�m sorry about your life, Polly,� Claira said softly.

�It�s gonna be better it is,� she said as she watched him carry her up the stairs and disappear through the door at the top. �Just wait an� see, Clairy, wait an� see.�

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