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How Did This Happen?!	By : dracoyoflam Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He tried to get up the stairs to the girls dormitories but even though Hogwarts was a partially-demolished wreck, some of the magic was still there and still functioned; the stairs vanished from beneath his feet and making him fall flat on his face to slide back to the common room. After feeling the small carpet burns on his nose, chin and palms he decided that there was no way that he was going to get up the stairs-cum-slide; he wasn’t going to attempt again once the slide metamorphosised into innocent-looking stairs.

Defeated by the architecture, he walked over to the bed that he had slept on and realized that Hermione must have come back to sleep after he dozed off. He didn’t realize earlier, too much had occurred as he wore for him to pay attention to anything but his own agony and confusion. He lay back on the bed, his hands behind his head as he thought; he liked the thought of her sleeping next to him – odd, he’d never shared a bed with anyone before, he’d never shared much to be honest. Though, he’d happily shared a bed with Hermione Granger, Mudblood, know-it-all, pain-in-his-arse…

…A vixen who wasn’t the innocent princess she was painted to be; a passionate witch who’d walked away naked to prove a point.

He turned his head into the pillow, breathed in her scent and sighed in misery. He could smell the sweetness of her body on the linens, he had the visions in his mind of their explorations. He longed for her to come back and forgive him for the things he said; and preferably for her to let him prove his forgiveness with a nice bout of make-up sex.

‘Why am I so mad about her?’ he thought, barely vocalising the words in his mind before something else shot through his head; the pleasant and erotic images was violently torn from his imagination and replaced with more pain wrenching visions.

They didn’t cease, they continued on and on, running into each other with no break or pause. He screamed in pain, his throat raw with the agony of being trapped within his own psyche; but at the same as trying to escape a living nightmare, he was vainly trying to focus on what he was seeing.

It was as if he was flying on a broom but faster than he could possibly ever achieve; there were blurring lands and lands of different places, deserts and oceans, mountains and meadows, cities and forests; then finally there was darkness.

Everything was dark and the pain surprisingly became even worse; Draco hadn’t thought there was anything more excruciating than what had already been before – he hated that he’d been proved wrong on that front. There was a small dark building and he got closer and closer, the speed of motion slowing down to a halt. He heard laughing; the same laughing that was in his last vision, the door opened and the dark figure flew at him, Draco blinked, trying to focus on the shape; fighting the agony, he opened his eyes to get one good look at the form…

… The form had peachy skin, bronze eyes spilling with tears, framed by a riot of birds’-nest curls. In panic he looked about the tattered Gryffindor common room, there was no darkness, no figure, no laughing. A wave of nausea overcame him in his confusion, and Hermione barely managed to hand him the empty log bucket from next to the fire before he wretched. Her presence left him for a moment, and he instantly slipped into a deeper panic, gasping for breath and shaking.

She returned, laying him into the recovery position on the bed, she pressed a cold cloth to his forehead and simultaneously wiped his face with a warm, sandalwood-scented flannel. She held his hand tightly, making little cooing noises that would only make sense to an infant. He continued to shake, suddenly as cold as if he’d stepped into the centre of a glacier. Hermione climbed in behind him, spooning against his back to offer comfort and warmth.

“Oh Draco, I’m sorry about earlier, you just made me so angry! But I should have been here for you, not sulking! What happened? What’s wrong? I know something is going on! Tell me and I can help you. Please tell me. Please?"

Draco turned onto his back, she’d cared for him! She was cuddling him, and suddenly she was the only thing in the entire world that mattered, the centre of his universe! She’d seen him vomit and come back to clean him up afterwards!

‘Oh Merlin! She’s seen me throw up!’ he groaned and turned away, mortified. She turned him back over, leaning over his chest and staring directly into storm-grey eyes.

“Draco, please! Talk to me! What’s going on! And don’t you dare say nothing – because nothing doesn’t make you scream and shake! Nothing doesn’t make you ill! Please? What is it? Please!” she begged him.

Grey eyes met bronze, the connection lustful. The final please broke his control and he couldn’t handle himself anymore. He was about to pull her in for a kiss, but an invisible foam filled his mouth, fizzing and then dissipating.

“I’m not kissing you when you’ve just been sick.” She giggled, trailing the back of her fingers down his cheek before leaning in once more.

The kiss was passionate and so deep with lust that they might drown in it. He pulled away from her lips and kissed her throat; Hermione let out a small, breathy, gasping moan of pleasure. Draco started to pull her shirt, slowly inching it over her stomach, it gave a moment of thought.

“Draco, what are you doing?”

“What” Draco said, “What do you think I’m doing, or should I say about to do. Isn’t it obvious?” It was a wonder he could string the sentence together! He was so aroused!

She smirked and kind of laughed at the question, ‘Touché’ she thought.

He leaned close to start kissing again. Hermione pushed him away, her three middle fingers over his lips in self defense as she said, “No Draco, you need to talk to me about what is happening to you. What was all of that about?”

“Come on Hermione, let me explain later! Look at me Hermione. Come on.”

Hermione could hardly believe it. He was right about earlier. “Draco, you know earlier when we had our argument?”

He gave her a look to tell her ‘duh stupid’ and he nodded his head to tell her yeas.

“Of course you remember. Well anyway, I think you might be right about us being weird. I really didn’t realize it before.”

Draco stood up and walked across the room. Hermione continued, “When you have your headache things I’m always taking care of you and we get closer. Maybe someone is doing this to keep up together so we can find him or her. Maybe a teacher or someone found away to use magic to keep up working together so we can find them and help them."

Draco just stared at her wanting to kiss her more and more. “Hermione, can we please talk about this later, I REALLY want you right now; I promise we’ll talk and discuss and debate as much as you like... LATER” he took a steadying breath and whispered, “Please, I want to feel something other than pain.”

Hermione walked over to Draco, stood on her tip toes and gently brushed her lips against his in a featherlight tough. The hesitant, tender touches soon became very passionate they slowly moved over the side of the room next to a long desk that was against the wall.

Hermione backed into the wall and pulled Draco against her. Draco grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. “You see what you do to me, feel what you do to me.”

Hermione wrapped her hand around him and squeezed. Draco moaned and pulled her shirt over her head, leaving Hermione standing in only her knickers. She hadn’t put her pants on since yesterday when she took them off, they were dirty and she preferred the long T anyway. It wasn’t as if anybody else would see her.

Hermione didn’t like grabbing his hard length through the material; she remedied the situation by unbuttoning his pants, pulling down the zip and yanking his trousers down his firm legs. Draco stepped out of them and yanked his shirt over his head so both of them were standing there in their under garments.

Draco pushed himself against Hermione and she lifted her left leg up to wrap it around his hip. Draco didn’t like the standing position very much so he grabbed Hermione under her bottom and lifted her higher on himself; Hermione automatically wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and Draco pressed her into the wall.

He moved over to the desk and sat her on top of it so he could get a good look at her breasts, pulling away from her lips to bend down and pull an already hard nipple into his mouth. He lightly sucked and nipped at the bud with his teeth, while Hermione had her head hung back moaning in pleasure.

Draco grabbed her panties and ripped them as he tried to pull them off. He looked at the scraps with confusion for an instant before he shrugged and threw the pieces onto the floor and quickly pulled his boxers off. He placed himself at the opening of her wetness.

They were staring into each other’s eyes as Hermione reached down and grabbed his length. She pulled him a little towards her opening but Draco stopped her for a moment before he finally plunged himself into her.

Hermione kissed him at that exact moment and they both moaned into each other’s mouth. Draco started moving in and out of her slowly at first as he whispered to her.

“Bloody hell. “ He paused for a short moment as he thrust into her once more. “You’re so tight, so wet, so hot. Like a fist! Like hot silk!”

Hermione smiled slightly and loved the dirty words coming from his delicious mouth. Draco gradually quickened the pace and Hermione wrapped her arms about Draco’s neck to stable herself, her back arched and her head thrown back as she moaned in pleasure.

Draco grabbed her hips with both of his hands and pulled her against him every time he plunged into her, deepening each thrust plunging in as far as was possible, as if he could possibly thrust even more of himself into her.

The pace quickened, they ground their bodies into each other, both on the edge and desperate to fall into a joint oblivion. Draco was trying to wait until she came first wanting to see the same look in her eyes, just as when she came last night.

Hermione was screaming, she could feel herself tightening, the spasms filling her entire being with intense pleasure! She looked into Draco’s beautiful grey eyes, the power and intensity nearly enough to make her finish, but not quite.

“Harder… Oh yes… More…” she cried between gasps and screams.

Hermione held him tightly in her arms as she felt herself beginning to orgasm. She moaned into his ear.
“I’m coming, come with me Draco.”

He loved how his name just rolled off of her tongue and mixed with a moan from her lips; it was like an artist blending colours – a beautiful sound that was definitely enough to drive him over the edge. He spilled into Hermione as they both orgasmed together.

They clung to each other for a while, gasping, sighing, trying to catch their breaths and waiting for their heart rates to slow. Draco finally pulled himself out of her, moaning at the wonderful sensation of the ‘indecent feeling’ of his seed slipping from her body and trailing down his length as he softened.

He dropped her feet to the ground before he lifted her bridal style to carry her to the bed. Hermione smiled up at him; her ‘inner Disney Princess’ purring at the sensation of being carried off into the sunset; her ‘inner Gryffindor lioness’ was disgusted with the lack of bravery and her not standing on her own two feet.

Hermione wasn’t listening to the lioness as she rested her head on Draco’s shoulder as he covered them with the covers.

They were both in complete silence for what seemed like hours. Finally Hermione looked down at his abdomen and said, “Draco will you please explain to me what’s wrong. I can tell that something has been bothering you. Just tell me and I can help…”

“I know I said I’d talk all you wanted afterwards, but can we back in the afterglow for just a little bit longer?” he sighed, “It’s not that I don’t think I can tell you or even that I don’t want your help. In fact the problem is that you can help and I really don’t want you to.”

Hermione’s head shot up, the blissful expression of a pos-orgasmic witch was replaced with a puzzled look; and suddenly she gave him a different face that told him to explain further – or else.

“Hermione, the headaches I have… “He paused in between words to think about what to say. “I see things… I don’t know why… it means something… I think.”

Hermione could tell that he didn’t fully understand what was going on, she calmed down and told him to take his time to try and explain what he could. He thought about what he was saying and tried to piece it all together.

“It could be a teacher.” He told her.

Hermione still didn’t understand. She thought of herself as pretty smart but Draco was really starting to make her wonder if she was right about herself. She felt so stupid just laying there listening to him try to explain over and over again.

“Hermione, I think that the things I see mean something. I think they’re clues to where everyone is being kept and I’m pretty sure that I know where to find them.”

“How would you know, what did you see? Did you see Harry and Ron? Are they alright?”

Draco winced at their names. He hated Potty and Weasel no matter how much he liked Hermione, perhaps even loved her. ‘No.’ He thought, ‘Malfoy’s don’t fall in love. We do what we need to and have what we want from who we want. Hermione is just a bit more than that. Yes, that’s all.’

“Hermione I didn’t see anybody, not really. I just saw how to get there. I think I’ve been there before actually. I’m pretty sure it’s where my Father runs deals and business with all his death eater chums. What, don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I know that you knew my Father is a death eater.”

“Yeah” She said, “But I never expected you to admit it to anyone, aren’t you afraid I’ll say something?”

Hermione smirked at Draco and stared at him with her big brown eyes. She wasn’t surprised when Draco looked right back at her with a smirk on his face as well.

“Well no, not really. Especially since there’s no one you could tell, no one is here remember.”

Hermione sat up and stared out of the broken window for a moment before turning towards Draco to ask him a question. “Uh, Draco.”

He sat up and looked at her waiting to hear what she was about to say to him.

“Well umm, I was wondering. Well your Father is a death eater and all of his friends. Well, your friends are too really; well what I’m trying to ask really is…”

“Hermione if you say well one more time I think you’ll hit a new all time record. Just ask.”

She kind of gave a little laugh and sighed, “Are you a death eater or considering being one ever?”

Draco stood up and walked across the room, bending down to grab his trousers and quickly pulled them on.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer, I shouldn’t have said anything.” She babbled.

He turned to face her and in almost a shout he replied, “You know, I hate people trying to force this on me! Everyday my Father is asking me… ‘how about today or how about right now. It only hurts for a moment and then the pain goes away. Come on it’s a chance of a lifetime’, he says to me. Well I’m bloody tired of it!”

Hermione was almost scared now and definitely wished that she hadn’t said anything. Sometimes her curiosity got the better of her, and at times like that she paid for some of the things she said. “Draco I’m sorry. Just forget that I ever said anything.”

She barely got the words out of her mouth.

“Hermione you don’t get it. It’s not really my choice if I want to be what my Father is. He’s pushing me in his direction every single day. He’s been pushing me since I was out of nappies! Well let me tell you something missy, the pain doesn’t go away like he says it will. I know firsthand! He might not feel it anymore but the people around him do, my Mother and me. Merlin! I would never want to put the people that I cared about through all the shit and torment that he has put us through!”

Hermione had silent tears falling down her face equally sad for him and terrified of the way he was acting. She just wanted him to stop yelling and let her comfort him. She stood up and walked over to where Draco was pacing the floor in anger, stomping steps that might just transfer the force of his anger into the floor.

“Draco… ahh!”

Before she knew what had happened, Hermione was on the floor with her hair across her face and her eyes wide, her mouth was gasping as tears started to roll down her cheeks even more. Draco stood there for a moment to let it sink in.

“Hermione, Hermione! Wait! Stop! Please! I…”

She stood up fast, grabbing her clothes and ran out of the room with her hand on her now very red and slightly swollen cheek. She ran through the school and up many staircases until she finally got to the astronomy tower.

She quickly pulled on her shirt and used her wand to fix her torn panties before pulling them on. She sat down next to an open window and let tears fall down her cheeks.

Her cheek stung every time a seemingly boiling tear hit it, but she just couldn’t stop crying. It wasn’t the pain that kept her eyes full of tears, it was the fact that…

***
‘I can’t believe I just hit her. I didn’t mean to. I was so angry and she came up right behind me. I can’t believe this, I have to find her. I hope that she will forgive me.’

Draco kept thinking this over and over again as he started his search for Hermione.
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