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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42453 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
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Hermione took them to the inn Sari had told her about. She knew stealing a room was wrong but she also knew that she couldn't spend another night on the hard ground. Last night she had been so horribly cold and miserable that she couldn't sleep. She had several times wanted to crawl over to Draco and curl next to him for warmth, but her pride had refused to let her. Besides, he had been sleeping so peacefully she couldn't get herself to wake him. She was realizing that probably hadn't been the best idea. She had a vague memory of telling Draco she didn't feel well and then she was waking up with her head in his lap completely confused as to how she'd gotten there. Now, she felt ill. Her stomach churned and her head ached and she felt so lightheaded she was surprised she wasn't weaving like a drunken man.
Draco quickly realized how sick she was feeling and left her to sit against the alley wall of the inn while he searched out an empty room and placed protective charms so they could rest comfortably without the fear of Trackers falling upon them or random peasants finding them. She hadn't been there long when the rain started back up again and she scowled.
Well, at least you're getting a shower, she mused. She knew she stank and her teeth felt fuzzy from not having brushed them in days. When she got into the room she didn't care if the Trackers caught them or not, she was conjuring a hot bath and a toothbrush. She closed her eyes to the spinning world and before she knew it she was being lifted up into a pair of strong arms. She burrowed her head against the familiar neck and allowed him to carry her to their room. She drifted off again before he even laid her down.
When she awoke the rain was pounding against the roof, night had fallen, and she was covered with a blanket on a soft straw mattress. She opened her eyes and saw Draco sitting at a small table with a single candle in front of him playing shadows over his painfully beautiful face, staring off into space, deep in thought. Hermione sat up and realized she was still damp from the rain, her dress sticking uncomfortably to her and rubbing her skin raw. Draco looked up at her movement.
"Feeling better?" he asked, his eyes full of concern. Hermione was finding it extremely hard recently to recognize this man as the snobby child who had made their lives so miserable at Hogwarts.
"Much."
"Good. Come and eat."
She walked over to the table and sat across from him. He grabbed some things from a bag next to him and laid them on the table in front of her. There were no plates, but she didn't care. She inhaled the cold food, almost groaning in delight. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious before in her life. He watched as she ate with gusto and finished everything he gave her. He slid her a cup she figured he'd found somewhere in the small room and filled it with water, which she drank greedily. She felt like a pig but she couldn't help herself, it was the first meal she'd had in...she couldn't remember how long. She remembered the meal Molly Weasley had prepared the night before the battle, no one actually realizing that the next morning they would be fighting for their lives.
It had been massive, as always, and the table had been lively with conversation. Harry had stolen a few glances at Ginny who had stolen them right back. The twins had charmed a pair of devil horns on top of Fleur's blonde head which made her continually ask "What ees everyone looking at?" Arthur had given the good news of another raise at work and Remus had whispered something saucily in Tonks' ear who had blushed and accidentally turned her hair redder than the Weasley's, knocking over her wine glass with her elbow when she'd reached up at her dyed locks. It had been a wonderful night.
The next morning had turned grey when news of Death Eater activity was caught at the Malfoy Manor. It would be the perfect time to go. And so they went, everyone looking at each other while they all grasped the Portkey that would take them to the Manor. Hermione remembered hearing Remus whisper "I love you" to Tonks just before they'd disappeared and she'd burned with jealousy.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked, shaking her from her reverie.
Did Draco Malfoy really just ask you what you were thinking about?
"A lot of things," she answered honestly. "Mostly just home."
His expression darkened. "I bet you have a lot of people worried about you," he said.
She felt guilty for bringing it up. She was so insensitive! She knew he didn't have a solid foundation, a plethora of friends like she had to care about her. "I'm sure your mother and father are worried, too."
He laughed despondently. "Yeah, sure. Bet they have a search party just tearing England apart looking for their beloved son."
"They love you, Draco."
He looked at her almost pityingly. "You'll never understand. Not everything is all sunshine and daises, Granger. Not all parents love their children unconditionally. Our ways are not your own."
"Your ways?" she snapped crossly. "What makes you so different? Because you're from a Pureblood family and I'm just a stupid Mudblood?"
He stood up so fast his chair fell backwards to the floor with a thud. "No, because I'm from a Death Eater family, Granger," he snapped. "You couldn't possibly comprehend what that entails. They don't love me; they use me for their own sick and twisted purposes. I'm their pack mule, their apprentice. I've been raised to think the way they do, to act the way they do. They've taught me how to kill, Granger. Your mum ever teach you that? Did your dad ever teach you the proper way to torture someone? They're probably glad I'm gone. If you don't recall, I fucked up! I didn't kill Dumbledore like I was supposed to, no matter what you guys think-"
"We know you didn't kill him."
He stilled. "How?"
Hermione took a deep breath. She knew she shouldn't be talking to him about this, but she felt she had to explain, to make him understand that he wasn't alone.
"Harry was there."
"What? No, he wasn't-"
"Yes, he was. He was under an Invisibility Cloak. Dumbledore had put him under a Full-Body Bind, he couldn't move, but he saw everything."
Draco walked across the floor to the window and looked outside, leaning heavily against the panes as if the weight of his life were too much to carry. "So you know. You know I was the one who cursed Katie Bell, who nearly killed Weasley. You know I fixed that cabinet."
"Yes. I know."
He was quiet for a long while. Hermione walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He flinched at the contact, but Hermione didn't release. "You're not alone, Draco. There are people out there who care about you, who want to help you. We've been hoping you would come to us for help."
He snorted, shaking his head morosely. "Why? It was my fault the Death Eaters where there that night, I let them in, I-"
"I know, Draco, and no one blames you. We all would have done the same in your situation. You were just trying to protect your family. Harry told us how you were giving up, how you were about to come to us before Snape and the others forced you back. We know you never wanted any of this, you never had a choice in the matter."
Draco's head hung and Hermione laid her cheek against his trembling back. "Dumbledore trusted you, I trust you. Come over to our side, I know you don't want to do what they are forcing you to do. It's not too late. We can protect you; protect your family-"
"No," Draco said, straightening and peeling Hermione's hands from him, continuing to stare out into the night, refusing to meet her gaze. When he spoke it was in a broken whisper that shook Hermione to her very core. "You can't save me, Hermione. Not this time."
Hermione's heart sank. She backed away, her eyes never leaving him. She was offering him safety, a family, herself. And he was rejecting it all. Tears filled her eyes and she was terrified he would see her cry, her heart shattering for him and selfishly, for the rejection he continuously put her through. She felt the pain bubble up, tears hot on its heels, and she turned away from him, suddenly desperate to be as far from him as possible.
"I'm sorry," she croaked and hurried for the door. She wrenched it open, ignoring his call for her to stop. Hermione fled down a set wooden stairs and through a diner full of people who stared at her in shock on her way out. She could hear him behind her, calling her name, but she couldn't make her feet stop.
She threw herself outside and into the pouring rain running as fast as she could, her feet slipping and sliding on the muddy ground. She had no idea where she was going or what she would do when she got there, but she didn't care, her only thought to be as far away from Draco's presence as possible.
Sobs wrenched from her chest unbidden, her hot tears mixing with the rain beating down on her. Her heart felt as if it was breaking into pieces, the actuality of his refusal tearing at her soul. She'd offered him safety, a chance to get away from his depraved life. She'd offered him herself, her love, and yet he threw it in her face time and again. She'd thought, really truly believed, that he had changed these last several days, that he had come to see that there was more for him than what he'd known. But he didn't want it, didn't want her. The realization hurt more than she cared to admit.
Hermione hadn't gone far when she felt his strong arms wrap around her yanking her off her feet as she cried out, struggling in his embrace while he stood still as a statue, clinging onto her. She yelled at him to let her go, please just let her go, but he didn't. He held fast while she wailed into the night at the unfairness of it all, slumping against him, her body sapped of the will to fight. He lowered her slowly back to her feet, his arms strong around her, and turned her and pressed her face into his chest, holding her so tightly she swore they might simply meld together. The rain lashed down at them as if mocking the two lovers and what they could have shared if only things were different.
But things weren't different. He was a Death Eater, she was an Order member. He was a Pureblood, she was born to muggles. Their situation was impossible. He would never leave his family and she would never stop fighting to stop them. Being the realistic person she was Hermione knew things would never change, but it broke her heart just the same. She'd finally found someone who had made her feel again, who had washed away the numbness of her existence and shown her what it was to be wanted, and he was going to be taken away before he could ever really be hers.
Wishing the moment would never end she wrapped her arms tightly around Draco's torso, pretending, just for a moment, that if she held him hard enough, he wouldn't leave her. His lips were in her hair, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other holding her to him. He whispered "I'm sorry," over and over as if the litany of his words could mend her broken heart. But it was her fault for falling for him and she was angry at herself for letting it happen.
Her sobs eventually slowed but they didn't move, simply stood in the pounding rain and clung to the one true thing they'd found but could not have, his fingers digging in as if that could keep them there, keep them together as the world ripped them apart. Hermione didn't know if it hurt worse knowing he felt the same as she and knowing that it still didn't change anything.
After a time Draco picked her up once again, cradling her like a child, and carried her back to the inn. Draco muttered a Disillusionment Charm on them and bore her up the staircase as if she weighed nothing. He pushed open the door to their stolen room with his foot and closed it the same way, lowering her gently to the floor where she stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. She heard him muttering a Silencing Spell among other protective enchantments to help conceal their presence once more.
When he turned to her the pain in his features undid her once more. Tears ran tracks down her face silently and he stepped forward, his thumbs brushing them away gently. Hermione pressed her face into his rough palm, closing her eyes and simply enjoying the feel. When his lips met hers she didn't have the power to pull away, needing the contact as much as he. When Draco began undoing the laces of her gown, she caught her breath, her heart hammering.
"Give me your hands," he whispered, his voice rough as if it strained him to speak. She looked up into his steel eyes, the pain behind them shattering all thoughts of refusal. She lifted her leaden hands and placed them in his large ones, his fingers curling around them. He brought them to his lips, kissing one, then the other, making her breath stutter. Slowly, he turned her away from him, raising her hands above her head and pulled her dress and chemise off in one long sweep. Hermione couldn't breathe, couldn't think about anything except what he was doing to her as he came up to press against her, his hands spanning her waist, simply feeling her as his soaked clothes bit into her back. He guided her backwards to a tub of steaming water she hadn't even noticed him conjure and lifted her into it.
The hot water stung and hurt at first but she welcomed the pain to her numb body. The tears had stopped but her body shook uncontrollably as she pulled her knees to her chest in an innocent attempt to cover herself, though she knew he'd already seen it all.
She heard the sound of him undressing as well and felt the water rise as he got into the tub behind her. He pulled her back against his chest, his legs coming to either side of her and she was reminded of the position they'd taken in the freezing woods the night before. They didn't speak, Hermione allowing his soft caresses and warm lips on her neck to soothe her, her legs extending slowly, opening herself to him. She heard his sharp intake of breath as he looked down at her, his hands coming up to cover her breasts, a soft moan escaping her lips as he learned the curves of her body. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he stroked her, though never going to the single place that began to burn for his touch.
He continued his gentle explorations for a long while before he lathered her up with a sweet smelling soap he'd conjured and washed her, slowly, methodically. Hermione felt as if she were in a dream, as if she weren't really in her body, but standing beside herself, watching Draco Malfoy bathe her, his touch turning her body into a puddle of nerves and sensation.
He turned his attention to her long hair, using the cup from earlier to cascade it with the now soapy water before lathering it, washing her tendrils almost reverently. When he finished rinsing out her hair he began scrubbing himself but she turned and took the cloth out of his hands and, their eyes locked as she lathered the fabric and began her own explorations of his body.
It was erotic in its own, gentle way. They watched each other watching each other as she slowly drew the cloth over his long arms, leaning down to kiss the Mark on his forearm, feeling him shudder at the contact as she told him wordlessly that she loved him for everything he was. She moved silently to his legs, his muscled torso, his prominent erection. He hissed as she lathered her hands, drawing them slowly over the length, learning the feel, like steel covered in silk. He was large, much larger than her mind had ever imagined, not that she'd spent much time thinking of such things.
She enjoyed the way his fingers curled over the edges of the tub, the cords of his neck straining, his entire body clenching in an effort to remain still. She watched his reactions as she stroked her thumb lightly over the head and he sucked in a breath, his eyes closing, his head falling back on a groan. She repeated this motion until he was whimpering, his hips jerking up towards her small hands.
She slowed her ministrations before running her hands up his tight chest, coming to his shoulders. She nipped at his lips tenderly and he kissed her back lazily. She sat back and grabbed the cup, tilting his head back so that she could wet it before lathering it softly, loving the feel of his fine hair, so different from hers, between her fingers. His eyes were molten as they watched her administer to his golden locks. When she'd finished rinsing out the last of the soap he dragged her to his mouth and plundered, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
He pulled away and stood, reaching down for her, pulling her up beside him, and wrapping her in a thick towel that appeared out of thin air. He lifted her out of the tub to the bed and laid her down, stretching out beside her and stroking her hair from her face.
"Make love to me, Draco," she whispered, his eyes widening in shock. He seemed to do battle within himself and she waited patiently for him to answer.
"Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly, his expression pained.
She cupped his cheek, easing his doubt. "More sure than I've ever been about anything in my life."
They didn't need the words, the promises they couldn't keep. All they needed were kisses that lasted forever and loving caresses to tell each other what they could never say out loud.
His lips descended upon hers and he drugged her with slow, lingering kisses. His hand rested on the curve of her cheek before trailing down the column of her throat to her collarbone and from there to her shoulder, down her arm to her fingers which he wrapped in his own for a moment before starting back up her arm. Everything he did was slow, methodical, memorizing her body, revering the gift she gave him.
She ached to touch him back, to make him feel the way she did, but his perusal was destroying her, rendering her incapable of doing anything more than enjoy these new, wonderful sensations. So she busied herself instead with his mouth, taking his intoxicating kisses and giving them back, clutching him close to show him what he did to her.
He slowly brought his hand down to the fold of the towel, looking at her as if asking her permission. She nodded and he peeled the towel apart to reveal the rest of her, a blush creeping to her cheeks as he cursed softly.
"Sweet Merlin," he groaned. "You are beautiful."
She smiled shyly, having never heard that word used to define her before, the fact that they came from a man who had once teased her for her buck teeth and bushy hair not lost on her. But now he gazed down at her full of longing and desire and she was overcome by how vastly this man had changed. His eyes were full of fire when he met hers again and he leaned forward to kiss her while his hand went to work exploring the rest of her, trailing down to one peak, cupping, brushing over the straining tip before moving to the other. Hermione strained up to meet his touch but he didn't hurry, didn't do more than feel and explore.
He sat back on his heels, his prominent erection standing up before him, and used both his hands to caress her stomach, spanning over it, pulling them down to her hips. She moaned softly when his thumbs stroked the insides of her sensitive thighs but he didn't go where she wanted him to, instead he continued his perusal down her supple legs to her knees, shins, feet. He bent and kissed her big toe, sucking it into his mouth. Her body involuntarily arched off the bed, the feeling so strange and sensual it made her head swim. Then he allowed his lips to follow the same track as his hands, every movement slow and savored, every kiss an adoration. Once again he skipped the juncture between her thighs and moved on instead to her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button before moving up to her breasts which he laved, consuming them. She gasped with pleasure, never realizing how incredible this simple act would feel.
The sensation of a man taking pleasure in her body was so amazing and new Hermione couldn't get enough of it. She wanted more. But he ignored her protests, stating: "I want all of you. I want to watch you come undone in my hands, watch you melt under my touch. I want you to know that no one will ever make you feel like this. You will be mine in every way."
Hermione shuddered at his words, trembling as he continued his explorations, completely undone by his admission. His lips roamed her arms, kissing every fingertip. Hermione was a puddle of sensations when he leaned over her to take her mouth again. She never knew she could feel this way, this wanted, this adored. She should be nervous, embarrassed that Draco Malfoy had seen her completely nude, had touched her in ways she'd never been before, but she wasn't. It felt too right. Every fiber of her being knew that he was the one, the only one, who could ever make her feel this way. She was surrendering herself completely to him; heart, body and soul. She was his.
Hermione reached up to place her hands on his upper arms as he continued to destroy her with his kisses. She could feel the bulging muscles beneath the soft, smooth skin. She drew her hands up to his neck and down his chest, her fingers curling in the fine golden hair that peppered his skin. He lifted his mouth from hers and they both watched as her hands traveled to his nipples, circling them with the pads of her thumbs before moving lower. She felt him suck in his breath as her hands moved to his lower stomach, back towards his straining reaction, her body flooding with pleasure at the memory of how it had affected him before. He shifted slightly to allow her easier access and she looked at him, saw the hunger, and dove in. She touched him tentatively, heard his sharp intake of breath and pulled her hand back quickly.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, worried. Had she done something wrong?
"No, you're perfect mon amour, it just feels too good. Keep going, please," he ground out. Hesitantly, Hermione ran her fingers back down his length and back up again. Draco held his breath as she circled the tip with her thumb and he jerked as he had before. She couldn't get over how endowed he was she didn't know how it would work, how it would ever fit. She looked into Draco's eyes and saw the tension. He was holding something back, she knew.
"Show me," she whispered. He grabbed her hand in his and wrapped it around his overly large cock and stroked it up and down the length, showing her how to please him. She took up a rhythm on her own and he fell onto his back with a hiss, his hips straining up towards her hand. Wanting to pleasure him as he had her, she went faster, rubbing her thumb over the bead of liquid at the tip and making him shudder, using this as lubrication for her strokes. Enthralled, she continued her acquaintance with his blatant display of masculinity. His hips would thrust every time she did something he particularly liked. When she nervously moved down to cup his heavy sack he groaned.
"Gods, Hermione! You're a minx!" he groaned, his eyes wide with disbelief. She smiled proudly, delighted to know she had done something to make him feel the way she had felt the other night in the forest. He suddenly caught her hand and pushed her onto her back, landing on top of her, his erection pressing against her aching crevice. She strained towards his body and he growled, biting her ear. His hand not holding her wrist above her head flew down to her core and slid between her parted lips. She cried out, his touch making her dizzy with need.
He captivated her mouth while his hand worked magic between her legs, rubbing and rolling her engorged clit between his fingers making her buck and squeal. When his fingers plunged into her she saw stars, her head falling back where he took advantage of her exposed neck and sucked on her pulse point. Hermione moaned uncontrollably, her free hand roaming to wherever she could touch him, clasping his strongly muscled back, his shoulder, his neck, anchoring herself. Every muscle strained toward him as he worked her towards that high she'd felt the night previous and this time, she didn't hold back. Rapture overtook her and she cried out in delight as her body flooded with heat and she bucked against his hand. He purred his approval, urging her on as he dragged her back up so quickly she couldn't catch her breath, her body quaking as a second orgasm ripped through her hot on the heels of the first, her juices flooding his hand and the bed so that he groaned.
"Merlin, you're going to kill me," Draco said fiercely, claiming her lips to shower her in approval while she continued to tremble beneath him.
He slid his fingers out of her, sucking on them as he had before, his eyes rolling with pleasure at her taste. Easing his way between her legs, he anchored himself on his elbows just above her and looked into her eyes, one hand coming to cup her face, his thumb stroking her bottom lips as he gazed into her eyes as if he could read her soul written there. Hermione's breath left her just staring at his beautiful face which was full of need for her, a knowledge that floored her. His soft lips were slightly parted, his golden eyebrows bunched softly together. White blonde hair, still damp from their bath, fell in front of his steely grey eyes. She could feel his manhood against her center and it made her shiver with want.
"Are you sure?" he whispered again, clearly worried she might change her mind. "This is what you want?"
She smiled, raising her hand to brush his bangs from his eyes, touched at his concern, his need for her to be fully with him. She couldn't believe the change that had come over them both, but knew in her heart it was the most poignant experience of their young lives. "I'm sure. I need you, Draco. Like I've never needed anything before. I've never felt about anyone the way you make me feel. I want you; I want to share this part of myself with you, if you will have me."
"If I-? Gods, Hermione!" he groaned before crashing his lips against hers in a hard kiss full of need and want. She gave back just as much, giving him everything she had, the only thing she could give to tell him how much she cared for him. How much she loved him.
She was slightly stunned to hear that pivotal word in her head, but it came as no surprise. He had stolen her heart with their very first kiss and now nothing would replace the hole he would leave behind when he left her. So she took what she could tonight, promising herself that when the time came to let him go, she would do so without regrets. She would remember this night forever.
Draco slowed their ardent kisses and drew away from her by mere centimeters, his eyes dark, his hand gentle as he stoked her cheekbone.
"It will hurt, love. But only for a moment. I promise," he said huskily, the look on his face as if he wished he didn't have to cause her pain. Her heart sang at the endearment but she refused to read into it, only wanting to enjoy their moment. She nodded, kissing him slowly, showing him that she wanted to give that piece of herself to him, and only him.
"I trust you."
His hand cupping her cheek lovingly brushed her wet hair from her face, his lips coming to her brow, the corner of her eye, her temple. He enveloped her lips once more before moving his hand underneath her hip to hold her at an easier angle. She could feel his large manhood at her virgin entrance. A shiver wracked through her body when she remembered how big he was. How would it ever work? But he probed his way slowly into her, the stretching pressure almost more than she could bear. He watched her face avidly as he pushed deeper, slowly, slowly. Hermione's fingers dug into his shoulders at this new and wonderful sensation of being filled, a moan falling from her lips as he cursed softly above her, his eyes at half mast, his muscles bulging with the effort to hold himself back.
Suddenly, he shoved into her roughly and she cried out, a searing pain spreading from her core throughout her. Draco covered her body with his own, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close while he murmured soft words into her hair that she couldn't understand, his fingers gently massaging her lower back, easing her tense muscles as he held himself deep within her. Slowly, the pain ebbed and the pressure of him being inside her filled her with contentment. Nothing had ever felt so right before. When other boys had kissed her, Viktor, Ron, Cormac, she had been somewhat put off. But the fulfillment she felt in Draco's arms was unparalleled.
"Are you alright now?" he murmured, placing soothing kisses on her cheek and jaw. She nodded, humbled by his need to make this experience for her as wonderful as possible. His chivalry was unexpected and her love for him shone in her eyes as he began to move leisurely within her. His slow, sure strokes stoked a fire within her that she'd never known she'd had. Hermione lifted her hips to meet his, adding to the wonderful friction that made her body tingle with delight. She could see he was restraining himself for her, worried he was going to hurt her. Her arms wrapped around his strong back, holding him close.
"Don't hold back," she whispered. "I won't break."
Draco kissed her lips before plundering her throat while his hips picked up the pace, grinding into her harder and faster, taking her to unimaginable heights. Hermione moaned and continued to meet his thrusts, her need insatiable. She grasped every part of him she could get, whimpering, scrambling for that peak held just above her. She could hear Draco's breath coming in pants as he pounded into her, making her gasp in rapture.
"Draco..." she groaned. Oh, Merlin she was on fire, everything he did felt so good. His hand fell back to her hip, lifting her leg to experience a different angle that made her cry out in delight. His eyes never left hers as he thrust into her increasingly harder, his hips circling when he was deep inside her. His name fell from her lips over and over while she moaned and whimpered uncontrollably. He pulled himself all the way out to her entrance, held for a moment, and then thrust sharply back into her making her buck and cry out. He did this until she couldn't take anymore and he propelled himself into her with an intensity that was all-consuming. Hermione felt the pressure build as his member rubbed a spot inside her that made her writhe.
"That's it, that's my girl," he growled and her eyes rolled. "Come for me now."
Hermione threw her head back, her hips rising to catch every last millimeter of him as he thrust his way through her orgasm. She cried out as it ripped through her with surprising power, making her buck and hold him hard to her. He held her close and pounded into her, faster, harder, dragging out that incredible pleasure until she was nearly crying in disbelief. She felt him stiffening, his hips pistoning into her while she urged him to take the fall with her. He came, a yell cascading through his lips into her hair while he clutched her and pushed as deep as possible, ripping her back over the edge with him and they shattered together, breaking until there was nothing but pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
They both shuddered and held each other close while their breathing slowly returned to normal. Draco lay on top of her spent, his long limbs entangled in hers. Hermione had never felt so content or loved as she did in that moment. He kissed her neck softly, moving to her lips where they shared a tender meeting of souls. His lips touched her forehead lovingly before he laid his own against it, his hands cradling her to him. They stayed that way for a long time, basking in the afterglow of what they had shared.
Eventually, he rolled off her and waved his hand over her them, cleaning up the mess they had made. He pulled her back into his arms, tugging the blanket over them and holding her close. Together, they fell into a dreamless sleep.
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XOXO
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