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Whispers In The Dark	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Yes, it's been awhile since I've updated. I am so so sorry. Finally, the chapter we've been waiting for. This story is M for a reason, so there's some… *wink wink*. I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter, not me. I am not making any money from the posting of this story.

Chapter 11
"Draco?" Hermione said gently, looking up from her Charms essay. She had found that she hadn't gotten very far… she had other things on her mind. Things that had to deal with the blond haired boy sitting across from her.
Draco stopped writing and glanced up at her. "Yes, Hermione?"
She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. They had been back in school for a week now. While Hermione appreciated that Draco didn't bring up their need to seal the bond, she knew the two of them needed to do it soon. She was growing more and more uncomfortable. It was like an itch spreading across her skin. Having him near at night helped soothe the itching, but it wasn't enough.
Hermione wasn't in any rush to lose her virginity, but she knew it was time. So summoning her Gryffindor courage, she brought it up.
"I think we need to, er, seal the bond," Hermione stammered. She had never felt so embarrassed before.
Draco's cheeks turned pink. "Er, right. I, um, yeah, we should."
Hermione wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. But she just couldn't… Draco might take it the wrong way.
"Do you need a moment?" he asked, looking at her expectedly.
She nodded. "Yes, I'm going to bathe. I'll meet you in the bedroom."
"Okay," he said, standing. He left the common area, going to their room.
Shakily, Hermione made her way to the bathroom. Turning on the tap, she allowed the water to fill to the top. She added some vanilla scented bubbles. The steam filled the room and she drew in a deep breath. Her body relaxed a little.
Hermione bathed, taking her time as she washed every inch of her body. She made sure to shave her legs the Muggle way. She chided herself for being so meticulous but she wanted tonight to be perfect.
After finishing in the bath, she brushed her hair and put it into a braid. Biting her lip, she faced her dilemma. Clothes or no clothes?
Clothes would be silly since they would only be coming right off. So she should just wear her bathrobe than. She slipped the silky material on, shaking slightly.
Why was she so nervous? Hermione knew this was going to happen sooner or later. And she trusted Draco; she knew he'd be gentle with her. Plus, she was more than attracted to him. So why was she feeling like this?
Because you don't love him, her conscience whispered traitorously.
"Shut it," Hermione whispered to herself. She cared for him, yes, but she didn't love him. She hoped that in time her feelings would change. She wanted to love Draco. He was her husband and she yearned to have the type of love her parents have.
"One step at a time," Hermione cautioned herself, referring both to her desire for love and her hesitance of moving towards the bedroom.
Slowly, Hermione made her way to the bedroom. She took a deep breath before opening the door. Looking inside, she saw Draco was in bed reading a book.
"How was your bath?" he asked, looking up.
"Fine," she shakily answered. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, she looked at him expectedly.
"Please don't be nervous," Draco said gently, reaching out to touch her hand. "It'll be okay."
Sitting herself fully on the bed, she tucked her legs beneath her. "Why are so calm about this?"
He shrugged. "We both knew this would happen, Hermione." He looked at her. "Do you want some tea? Or maybe something stronger?"
Hermione couldn't help but smile at him. "Tea would be nice, thank you."
Draco smiled back. "I'll have some brought up from the kitchens." He slipped out the door to their living room.
She took the time to collect herself. Working herself up in a sweat wouldn't do any good and she knew it. Taking a few breaths, she calmed down a bit.
Draco reappeared a few minutes later. Walking to the bed, he sat down next to her and handed her a cup. She took it graciously, taking a sip. They sat there in silence before a few moments before Draco spoke.
"My Mother used to bring me tea," he began. "I was young, maybe five or six. I would never fall asleep like she wanted too. So she gave me tea, just like this here, and it always helped me relax. I always had nightmares… things I couldn't remember, just little snippets. I remember conversations my parents would have with Aunt Bella and the others…" Draco shuddered. "Once I went to Hogwarts, the nightmares stopped. I was able to sleep all right."
"You felt safe," Hermione commented.
Draco nodded before continuing. "Everything was fine until… well, fourth year. Mother didn't say anything about what has happening. She didn't even mention Diggory's death… She just sent me a container of tea leaves to help me through the night. It was all I needed to know that the Dark Lord had returned."
She listened to him speak. "You don't have tea every night… Or I don't see you have tea."
"I feel safe with you," he answered honestly. "I don't know why because you're just as young as I am and we're in the same situation."
Hermione bit her lip.
"We're both trapped in war that we want nothing to do with," Draco said bluntly. "Potter is your best friend, but I know you wish things were different. I know you wish that you weren't in danger because of him."
"Don't twist my feelings," she snapped, angry at what he was suggesting. "I would never abandon Harry."
"That's not what I was saying, Hermione. I was simply stating we're both stuck. Our only option is to move forward."
Hermione didn't reply. She drank some more of her tea.
"Do you feel better?" he asked.
"A bit," she answered honestly. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to get so defensive."
He half smiled. "I didn't mean to reveal so much information."
"No, I like that you did," Hermione said. "I don't know much about you, Draco. I like when you tell me things."
"My life isn't interesting. I grew up spoiled, just like you imagined I would."
Hermione laughed. "I think that's interesting. I wasn't spoiled at all. My parents didn't have much money."
Draco pursed his lips.
"What?"
"Do you think your parents would like me?" he asked.
She was somewhat shocked by his question. That really wasn't what she was expecting. "I think, once they got to know you, they would. You're handsome, Draco, and very charming. I'm sure my Mum will be smitten once she meets you now that I think about it."
A cocky grin appeared on his face. "I am quite handsome and charming, aren't I?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Placing her empty teacup on the nightstand, she slid under the covers. Draco followed her lead. He took her into his arms, holding her to his chest. He allowed Hermione to relax and grow comfortable with his touch. They had cuddled before but not with the intention of taking it further.
Draco gently pressed a kiss to her lips. Hermione was stiff in his arms, her mind occupied with what was happening next.
"Stop worrying," he murmured, kissing her once more. He then kissed her nose. Then her forehead. He continued to pepper sweet kisses all over her face before moving to her jawline. Slowly, his lips moved to her neck, kissing every inch of skin he could get.
Eventually, Hermione's body started to relax. All fear and anxiety melted away with the feel of his kisses. A soft moan escaped her lips as he nibbled on her earlobe.
Her hands went around his neck, pulling him closer to her.
"You smell so wonderful," he whispered, nuzzling her neck with his nose.
Hermione laughed. "It's the vanilla bath soap," she answered breathlessly.
"Delicious," he hummed appreciatively. He hands came up, cupping her breasts through her bathrobe. The silky material rubbed against her nipples, causing her to tremble.
Hermione shifted, one side of the robe slipping to reveal the creamy flesh of her shoulder. His lips moved lower, caressing her shoulder. One of his hands slipped inside her robe, palming her breast.
She played with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, losing herself to the sensations. Draco seemed to know just how to make her feel good. She wondered if he had been with many women before… Mentally shaking her head, she pushed such thoughts from her mind.
"May I?" he asked, gently tugging on the rest of her robe.
Hermione nodded.
He carefully slid the material off her shoulders, untying the sash. She shook her shoulders, allowing the material to fall down. As the cool air hit her stomach, she knew she was naked. Vaguely, she felt her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Draco gently said, reading her mind. "You're a beautiful woman, Hermione."
Draco pulled off his shirt, revealing his chest. His lips met hers as his hands gripped her waist. One hand slid between her legs, teasing her there.
She became more and more relaxed, pressing herself against him. "Draco," she whispered huskily, wanting more. All of her reservations melted away. She wanted him inside of her then and now.
He aligned himself at her entrance. "It'll hurt a bit for a few moments, but the pain will pass."
Her brown eyes met his silver ones. "I trust you."
Draco slowly entered her. His hands caressed her body gently as he kissed away her pain. After a few moments, he began to move back and forth. "You okay?" he asked softly.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, it feels… yes."
They kissed slowly and gently, their lovemaking matching that movement. Their eyes locked frequently and Hermione was shocked by the amount of passion in them. A wave of pleasure built within her with every thrust and Hermione felt herself grow closer to her climax. She moaned, gripping his shoulders tightly.
Draco deepened his thrusts, panting wildly. One hand slipped between Hermione's legs as he pleasured her. He kissed her passionately, sending her over the edge. The feelings of her walls clamping around him was enough to send him into oblivion as well. He called out her name as he rode out his climax.
Rolling off of her and to the side, he lay there as his chest heaved. "Okay?"
"More than okay," she said breathlessly. "That was… wonderful." She propped her head up on her elbow and looked at him. "Thank you for being so gentle with me. I appreciate it, Draco."
He reached out, brushing some hair off her sweaty face. "There's no need to thank me, Hermione. I should be thanking you for what you've done. I'll be forever in your debt."
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to pay me back," Hermione replied cheekily. She felt completely at ease now that the bond was consummated.
Pulling at his wand, Draco cleaned the sticky mess between them. Once they were both fresh and clean, they fell asleep wrapped in each other's' arms.
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