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In Need of a Little Comfort	By : Monddame Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 45107 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchinse; I never have and I never will. Furthermore, I am not making any money whatsoever from this submission...even though it would be nice...but that's illegal...but still...

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After her altercation with Pansy and her little meltdown on the dance floor, Hermione was steadily working her way toward exhausted. The events of the day had just been too much; her emotions stretched in too many directions. She was completely amenable to ending the evening as soon as possible and going to bed with Draco. Just the thought made her supremely happy and�excited.

But regardless of how much she wanted the rollercoaster portion of the evening to be over, when she spotted Harry and Ginny nearby the refreshment table, no Ron in sight, she had to take the opportunity to at least say hello, maybe gauge how much progress Ginny had made with the stubborn wizard.

�Hi Harry.� He looked at her coolly, that frightening blankness still present in his beautiful eyes.

�Hermione.� His voice could have rivaled Draco at his best for its iciness.

�You look great.�

And he did. Harry had gone muggle for the dance and had apparently taken Ginny with him, though it was a muggle as close to magical as you could get. Dripping with fine, clinking chain mail, draped with a tunic of deep, rich red embroidered with threads of gold, crowned by a matching golden circlet and sporting a monstrous sword with a large ruby inlaid in the pommel sheathed at his waist � which Hermione thought probably wasn�t technically allowed � Harry made the most striking King Arthur she had ever seen. He had just the right combination of boyish charm and seasoned power to fulfill the persona to a tee. And clad in flowing green silk brocade also embellished with golden threads, her long red hair unbound and topped by her own gold circlet, Ginny was stunning as his Queen Guinevere. Individually they looked incredible, but together they were electric, people unconsciously avoiding crowding them and speaking to them with a tone of respect.

He simply nodded in response, staring into her eyes. The silence stretched out and the strength of his gaze did not allow for escape. His jewel-toned eyes bored into hers, searching, waiting for something, an apology maybe. She felt light-headed at the intensity of his stare; but even as her courage was sapped by his forceful orbs she vowed to herself that it would be a fucking cold day in hell before she gave him an apology. She sighed as she blinked, ending their impromptu staring contest.

�Oh, Harry, do we have to fight about this? I don�t expect you to be friends with him or anything.� She would get down on her knees and beg if that�s what it took.

�I�m sorry, Hermione, but you made this choice, not me, and so you have to deal with the consequences.� She felt the words like a stab to her heart, a physical pain in her lungs.

�But, Harry, please-�

�No, I can�t believe you would do this when you know how I feel about him, that you would still see him, that you would show up with him here when I�ve made that clear.�

She sucked in a breath at the anger in his words. Only once before in her life had Harry Potter directed that sanctimonious sort of bilge at her. It threw her off kilter just as much now as it had when she�d reported Harry�s mysterious broom to Professor McGonagall in third year. And she was just as much in the right now as she had been then. She felt her blood begin to heat as his words sank in. No one spoke to her like that, especially not Harry �Things Always Go My Way� Potter.

�How you feel? How YOU feel?� She hissed at him, the tears collecting in her eyes from anger now rather than despair. �What about me, what about how I feel? Don�t I get any say in how I live my own life? You listen to me, Harry James Potter, I won�t let you, or anyone else dictate what I can and cannot do. I can�t believe you would treat me this way. I can�t believe you won�t just be happy for me. I can�t believe I mean so little to you that you won�t even try.�

She knew it was childish to end an argument by doing so, but she didn�t care enough to keep from pulling a runner and gunning it out of the Great Hall before he could spout any more derision at her; she might just lose it and hex him if he did. So, if he was going to act like a spoilt little prat, then she was fully within her rights to do so as well. Fuck him. Fuck him! She choked on her own misery as she plowed down hallway after hallway, eating up the distance with her feet to the only place in the whole castle where she felt completely safe and at home anymore.

*

He wasn�t sure what to expect when he made it to their common room, but the ruckus loud enough to be pounding through the portrait and into the corridor certainly didn�t bode well for his little lioness� mental state. Cautiously opening the portrait he was met with the most shocking and simultaneously arousing sight he had ever seen.

Her hair in disarray, her dress barely hanging on her shoulders and quiver and bow abandoned near the doorway, she was practically screaming in fury as she yelled profanities, smashing a crystal vase against the wall, repairing and summoning it voicelessly to smash it once more, over and over. She was every bit the vengeful goddess in that moment and Draco desperately wished he were a painter and able to capture the beautiful unholy fire burning in her eyes in immortal oil on canvas. He let her smash the vase several more times catching snippets of �how dare he� and �who does he think he is� amidst the vulgarities before he employed his seeker reflexes to intercept its path towards its repeated doom and set it lightly on a nearby table.

As her heaving chest began to slow, the anger in her eyes faded quickly to confused hurt. All the fight seemed to go out of her at once and she savagely bit her lip as she tried to control her tears.

�I just�I just don�t understand. Aren�t I allowed to be happy too?� His heart broke for her. It wasn�t rhetorical; she was really questioning whether or not she deserved to be happy. With one long stride he gathered her up into his arms and pressed adoring kisses to her heated face.

�Of course you do, love, of course you do. You are the best, most kind and gentle person and no one deserves it more than you.� He swept her up into his arms and deliberated a mere heartbeat before carrying her into his room bridal style as he smoothed his lips against her temple. �Potter�s just confused and upset that it happens to be with me. You said yourself that he doesn�t like me very much, you know.�

His teasing tone drew a small amused huff from her as he carefully conveyed her through the doorway, closing it behind him and gently laid her on the bed. With a wave of his hand a few candles around the room lit themselves and bathed her in gentle, flickering light, both of their spell-lights having faded out. Kicking off his boots and removing his socks, pulling off his tunic to reveal a plain white undershirt and unwrapping the golden straps from around her calves to pull off her sandals, Draco crawled onto the bed, covering her with his larger frame, cocooning her in his warmth and scent as he placed tender kisses on her sweet little lips.

�You are so beautiful it was painful to keep from caressing your glowing skin all over in the Great Hall.� His hands trailed down the soft skin of her arms and his fingers entwined with hers. �I can�t believe how lucky I am that you want me too, and I�ll do anything to keep you. I�ll even play nice with Potter.�

She laughed quietly and released one of his hands to brush some of his still-long hair out of his face. At the reminder he pulled his wand out of his pants pocket and returned his hair to its normal length with a swish before tossing it to the floor.

�And what do I have to do to keep you? Take on tutoring Crabbe and Goyle and promise to let Daphne dress me up?� She brushed her fingers against his lips, teasing his flesh and making it tingle with her light caresses.

�No. Just let me worship you, my beautiful goddess.� He�d always found charming women fairly easy, but with Hermione � it sickened his inner cynic a bit to admit that he was really so sappy � it was all the absolute truth.

�Oh Draco.� She whispered against his lips as he kissed her slowly and fervently, running his free hand up and down her silky thigh.

And so he commenced his efforts to do just that, pay his homage to the glorious example of femininity spread out before him. He trailed passion-filled kisses down the bared expanse of her throat, sucking gently on her pulse point when she whimpered at his touch. He continued down to nibble at her collar bones, his hands tracing up the curves of her body, delighting in her sensuous softness and the warmth emanating from her skin. He drew her dress down over her slender shoulders and followed the neckline with his lips, kissing and licking the glistening slope of her chest until he reached her rosy, furled nipples atop the fair, supple globes of her breasts. Tenderly, he curled his fingers around the ample curve on his left, marveling at the seemingly fragile texture of her skin. He watched her nipple grow even tighter as he ran his thumb around and across it over and over, enthralled by the little humming noises she made in her throat as he did so.

He delighted in the gasp that morphed into a low moan when he took her other nipple into his mouth. Her delicate fingers wove into his hair as he sucked and nibbled at one flushed peak while rolling and pinching the other with his hand. She continued stroking his hair as he reversed his attentions, tugging lightly with a gasp when he nipped at her with his teeth.

He loved the feel of her fingers sifting through his hair and the sound of her words of appreciation and affection as he pleasured her. He loved the way her legs and arms instinctually curled around him, pulling him close to her beautiful body. He loved the heat and scent of her and the taste of her skin on his tongue. He loved her crazy hair and her sharp little elbows, her sparkling amber eyes and her full, womanly hips. He loved her intelligence and her temper. He loved her purity and her sweet smiles. He loved her bossy, know-it-all attitude and her hidden wanton desires. But most of all, he loved that she wanted him, cared for him despite their tumultuous past. He loved her.

His heart swelled painfully in his chest, and he felt like he couldn�t possibly get close enough to her, like he wanted to be absorbed into her body and become one with her. It suddenly became exceedingly important to touch as much of her skin as he could. His lips continued to follow the neckline of her dress as he slid it down her frame, kissing and licking down her torso in the wake of the retreating fabric. He drew back just long enough to remove the wrinkled dress and her little white lace knickers and throw off his own remaining clothing before kissing his way up her legs.

He whispered words of adoration at her beauty before lowering his face between her cherished thighs and paying tribute to her sacred womanhood. She was flushed and panting with desire, the evidence glistening on her labia. With tender caresses he laved at the ambrosial font of her body reveling in the intimacy of the act and the implicit permission to perform it. He watched her lovely face, her eyes half lidded as he ran his tongue between her folds and exulted in the ecstatic gasp she emitted as he circled the point of her pleasure.

She moaned and whimpered, her hands returning to his hair as his tongue and lips and teeth strove to deliver to her the bliss she so richly deserved, the part of heaven that she owned. He drew her toward paradise slowly, fueling the fire in her without completely satisfying. When she was so lost in her passion that she could only plead with �please� and �more,� he gave her some of his �dubious mercy� and slid two digits into her keen body. With languid strokes of his fingers and deliberate flicks of his tongue he sent her over the edge of sensation, her body fluttering and quivering; the high crooned cry of his name sounding like the song of a siren, the sound filling his heart, mind and body with rapturous, irrepressible desire.

When he crawled up her body she threw her trembling arms around his shoulders, holding him close as she came down from the heights he had taken her to. He pressed his lips feverishly to her well-kissed mouth punctuating each meeting with affirmations of the glory of her face at release. When she was finally able, she returned the gesture with fervor wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her heat against his throbbing cock.

Filled with such a degree of tender feeling as to make him a bit breathless with fright at its all-encompassing scope, he ardently sank himself into her willing body. Squeezing his eyes shut, he had to hold himself stationary as the sensation of completeness threatened to overwhelm him. When he opened his eyes to look at her face, he had to blink back tears at the open expression of acceptance and affection there. He channeled his response into the pace of his thrusts and the twist of his hips as he offered her the only thing he had that he thought worth giving her.

They were both slick with sweat, their bodies undulating against one another in measured strokes. Each shifting movement brought them both closer to completion, but Draco was determined she get there once more before him. He had to grit his teeth against his impending release despite the slow, torturous rhythm of his movements inside her. Wishing again that he could make this night last forever, Draco poured his heart and soul into pleasuring the fiery little witch beneath him.

Her beautiful face telegraphed her approaching climax as he watched her. Her words were incoherent, her eyes unfocused as she whimpered and writhed in his arms. Her chestnut curls were strewn haphazardly across his pillow and her cheeks were flushed with arousal. He felt the words he was shouting in his head emerging from his throat at the awe-inspiring sight of her splendor despite his worry that it was too soon, that he would frighten her. They flowed on their own, heedless of his fear, out of his mouth and into the ether.

�Merlin, you�re so unbelievably beautiful. I love you so much, Hermione.�

Even if he could have sifted the sounds out of the air and tucked them back inside his chest, he wouldn�t have. He felt lighter now that she knew.

At his declaration, momentary clarity stole into her wide, soulful eyes before they rolled back into her head, a sharp wail of pleasure issuing from her parted, shell pink lips; tremors and trembling radiating from her center as she broke apart for him. Her muscles rippled around him, clutching him so tightly his vision dimmed and he came so hard he saw stars, the sensation so intense he nearly blacked out.

He couldn�t help the smirk that slipped onto his face as he looked down at her. Apparently his hadn�t been the only explosive release; she had passed out. A first for him, Draco had never actually witnessed �la petite mort,� and he was a little proud of himself that he had managed it with Hermione. He sighed in completion, brushing a damp curl from her sweaty face as he slumped down next to her, his confession nearly forgotten in the post orgasmic haze that settled on him.

He smiled blissfully at her when her eyes began to flutter open. When her gaze rested on his face her dreamy expression transformed into one of hopeful wonderment.

�You do?�

Her voice was soft and thick with emotion, her lovely amber eyes sparkling with unshed tears. His own throat seemed to close with an overabundance of feeling, and all he could do was nod earnestly. She let out a heartfelt whimper and wrapped her arms tightly about his shoulders once more, kissing him so ardently he felt he might be burnt with the fire of her passion. He thrilled at her response, her acceptance. Even if she couldn�t yet say the words back to him, he felt the possibility, the potential in her touch, her kiss.

He thanked the fates that he was young and virile, as her fervor lit the flames of desire in his abdomen once more. Only this time her body insisted upon being fucked hard and heavy until the tight coil of pleasure snapped sending them both skyward in the intense satisfaction of release.

He dozed lightly, waking frequently to study her radiant face, tranquil in sleep long into the night. It seemed mere moments that he had been holding her in his arms when he felt the distinct, stinging pain of the passive all-call in his left forearm currently wrapped around her delicate waist. As a sort of junior member in the Death Eaters, Draco was not obliged to respond to his master�s call unless Uncle Sev was sent specifically to fetch him. But the sharp twinge beneath his skin was enough to make him wince, and also served to recall Potter�s words to his overheated brain, which was infinitely worse.

Despite any action being unnecessary, looking at the sleeping beauty in his arms he knew what he had to do, even if Severus would not come this time. Quietly and gently, he disengaged from her lithe body and slid out of the bed to dress. He spent a long moment simply gazing at her still form from the doorway before turning and easing it closed behind him with a sigh.

*

She woke to the sound of flesh slapping flesh and glimpses of entwined bodies through the gap of her roommate�s poorly closed bed curtains. She wasn�t a voyeur by any stretch of the imagination, but like most �normal� people, the sight and sound of two people copulating usually aroused her. But not tonight. Tonight it made her feel ill.

Remorse was not something generally experienced by those of her house. True, one still felt upset at an unfavorable conclusion to one scheme or another, but only because of the failure or the irritation of being caught, not because of some whinging conscience. But she still knew what it was. She knew because while her scheme had been a spectacular failure, she was more upset about the ginger boy�s words at the top of the stairs than the terminal loss of Draco Malfoy.

She couldn�t stand the growls and moans one second longer and she wondered absently as she pulled her school robe on over the skimpy costume she still wore why she was reputed as the Slytherin Slut when boys flowed in and out of Millie�s bed like water through a sieve.

Uncaring about the time or her lack of a destination, she slipped from her room, through the common room, and out into the dungeon letting her feet guide her where they would, praying the numbness she was now feeling would last the night.

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A/N: So�what do you think? Harry keeps ending up a bit more angry and mean than I intend, but I promise there will be reconciliation in the end. Thanks so much to angeles, Dreamweaver, Sarah Whitman, HarryGinny4eva, Brittany, scoobysnakz, bamboo5, and Carly for reviewing the last chapter!
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