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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20404 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi Guys,
I am so sorry this chapter took such a long time! I know you've probably heard this a million time but my muse decided it was a good time to take a hike and it would seems the F***er got lost in doing so.
On another note, rejoice, I finally have a beta! Yaaaay! Or maybe even two :) :) :)
So here's a great big thanks to Michelle for this chapter. She has helped with grammar and giving her opinion in a very creative and open way.
Ellie, you also rocked big time, am happy to finally be able to include your edits ;-)
Anyway, here goes a new lemony fresh chapter ;-)
KS
Chapter 14 : Don’t leave

When Hermione opened her eyes early the next morning, she was welcomed by the uncomfortable feeling of an extremely full bladder, mixed with the anxiety of not knowing where she was. There was a bluish glow radiating from the window next to her bed, and it took her groggy mind a while to understand that it wasn’t the sky, but the depths of the lake. That is when she first realized where exactly she was. Not up top of the Gryffindor Tower but down below in the Slytherin Dungeons. She turned and the sight she laid her eyes on, immediately had her feeling butterflies in her stomach. By her side, entwined in the covers, was a beautiful, tall, broad shouldered, blond man, lying on his stomach, lightly snoring. She smiled to herself shyly covering her mouth with her delicate fingers, as her mind drifted back to the amazing time they had shared just hours ago. It wasn’t a dream. It was real. And it filled her with an array of emotions, but one seemed to burn brightest in the forefront of her being. One she couldn’t quite describe, although if she tried, it was a feeling close to pure bliss, a feeling that comes from the sentiment of being, at last, complete.
That last thought frightened her a bit, and she scolded herself for it.
Really Hermione, granted, it was mind-blowing sex, but from that to feeling complete? Give it a rest. She shook her head to her internal patronizing tone. She realized she was quite hard on herself but couldn’t help it.
She was then reminded of the very reason she woke as she felt a desperate need to go to the loo. She vaguely remembered seeing the girl’s lavatory just down the hall at the bottom of the stairs to Draco’s room. Surely, she could risk it as the sun had yet to rise. The hour was still early; therefore chances of running into anyone were quite slim. After all this careful consideration, Hermione finally slid as discreetly as possible off the bed. She did so, making sure the sex god by her side didn’t wake up yet. She silently put her dress back on and grabbed her shoes. Hogwarts floors were always quite cold – especially dungeon level – and she didn’t want to start walking in the corridors barefoot. Once she had shut the door behind her, she slipped her shoes back on, one after the other. She went down the steps as fast as she could and practically sprang into the first stall of the lavatory. Luckily for her, no one seemed to be awake and so she was able to freshen up by the mirror a bit before returning to Draco’s room. She splashed some cool water to her face and took a long drink. Hermione then looked up at her reflection and noticed there was a dumb smile plastered on her face; one that she apparently couldn’t get rid of. She was feeling elated in a way that made all her other troubles disappear.
She wondered if Draco was an early bird or not. Probably not, she thought, smiling to the memory of his sleeping form. As she walked up the staircase back to Draco's room, she smirked wondering to herself; Maybe I could wake him in a way that would change his mind. Her train of thoughts was interrupted when she looked up at the painting and saw a younger Dumbledore leaning against the wizard to his left and, wait, was he snoring?
“Les nouveaux débuts.” Hermione whispered softly to the canvas. A small white-haired witch in front seemed to scowl at her but then the door clicked. Hermione gently pushed it open and slid inside, trying to close it, making the least noise possible. As she turned towards the bed and her eyes gradually got used to the bluish hue in the room, she realized that Draco was no longer sleeping but sitting on the side of the bed. His hands were out on either side of him, gripping the mattress. It was too dark for her to see his face properly from this distance, so she called out to him.
“Draco, did I wake you?” she couldn’t read his expression.
She did however see his head rise and felt, more than saw, his intense gaze upon her. He didn’t answer but got up, and in three quick angry strides he was in front of her. Startled by his swift movements, she unintentionally jumped, and in the blink of an eye his hands were cupping her cheeks claiming her, as he brought his lips flush against hers. To say Hermione was surprised was an understatement. It wasn’t his passion that had her feeling that way, no; he had proved the night before that he was a very passionate lover and she was already well aware of that. This was different. It was the desperation she felt as he moved his lips bruising hers. She felt that he needed her, that he desperately wanted her and she also felt, with each movement of his tongue against hers, his fear of her leaving. He wouldn’t let go, it was as if he needed to feel more of her; that he had to drink up the most he could of her as if he were quenching a thirst, as if she might disappear at any moment. As soon as she started answering his kiss, swirling her tongue around his, his hands left her cheeks and went into her hair; grasping, pulling, demanding more. They desperately went down to caress her body, and soon Hermione felt as though there wasn’t a centimetre that hadn’t been touched by his large hands. His long fingers explored her skin in a needy way and before she was able to say a word to him, Draco unceremoniously removed her dress. She noticed he was already naked, as she felt his warmth and erect penis rub against her core. The cold morning air hit her skin as her clothes left her and contrasted with the heat of Draco’s touch as his arms slid down her sides and then moved to her front as she felt his touch meet her bare breasts. She gasped into his ear, each of his caresses made her crave more of him. Draco tilted her back as his lips met with her already hard nipple. She was soaking already and by the way he was displaying his hunger for her, Hermione knew it wouldn’t be long before her want for him was fulfilled. She bucked her hips deliberately, triggering his reaction immediately. He growled into her ear as he hooked his thumbs in her underwear and tugged them down. Then, before she was able to pull off her shoes, he lifted her, hooking both her slender legs around his waist, as he aligned himself with her wanting core. He didn’t tease, didn’t wait, didn’t say a word as his thick cock sank into her slick folds. He took, possessively took what was his; and in that moment, Hermione knew she was exactly that, and basked in the high she got from it. She screamed out his name as her own name came flying out of his mouth in a thread of expletives.
“Oh, fuck, yesss, Draco.” She cried.
“Her…mione, fuck” he stuttered as he backed fully out of her languidly before slamming right back into her causing her to mewl his name out again.
Hermione arched her back as their hips started grinding together in a frantic pace fuelled by Draco’s desperate need for her and her insatiable hunger for him. He buried into her deeper with each thrust as he pulled her hips down harder on his shaft.
Whilst keeping a constant rhythm, Draco’s lips found Hermione’s again as he fucked her mouth passionately. He sucked on her bottom lip and let go as she whimpered after a particularly hard thrust. His eyes popped open and they met her own, silver met chocolate and Hermione felt as if he was staring into her soul.
Soon, as her nails dug into his broad shoulders, she felt Draco lose the pace as her own climax approached. After a couple more jerked thrusts that hit just right spot inside her, Hermione’s vision started fading as she dissolved into waves of pleasure, letting the intensity of her own climax take over. The whole time, she felt Draco’s pulsing member in her as time slowed and her orgasm rocketing, taking over her whole body. He growled and grunted as he charged through his own orgasm. He pressed his forehead against hers as his quivering breath returned to normal.
Hermione’s arms curled around his shoulders and she tilted her head to the side as Draco planted warm open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder. Hermione felt Draco shudder as he pulled her closer. Ever so slowly, she was hugging him tightly. Draco paused in his kisses, his warm breath on her wet shoulder giving her goosebumps in the cold morning air. He gently rested his forehead in the nook of her neck as he held her, hugging her back. As his ragged breath calmed, oh so slowly, her hands went from around his shoulders up and down his back as she then threaded her delicate fingers in his silk like hair.
They stayed like that for a while, hugging by the door, until both their breathing returned to a normal rate. Draco then shifted, bringing his face back up next to hers, and he whispered something so softly, at first, Hermione didn’t hear correctly.
“Sorry?” she breathed. He backed up enough to look her straight in the eyes. The intensity held in his eyes was something she would never get used to. Hermione felt completely wrapped up in them, as if the whole world could disappear without her noticing when he looked at her that way.
“What made you change your mind?” he repeated. His voice hitched slightly halfway through his phrase. He then looked away.
“What do you mean?” she asked, searching for his gaze.
After what seemed like a full minute, he said:
“Why’d you come back?”
“Draco, I never left.” she said without an ounce of a hesitation. He looked up at her, a look of bewilderment slowly made it’s way to his face. Hermione’s heart was beating a mile a minute. He thought she had gone. So that was why he had been so desperate. He thought, she’d left after the night they’d just spent together.
"Um, well, I just went to the loo, because, well, you know.” She babbled nervously, her face becoming redder by the minute. Apparently, she didn’t know how to deal with Draco in such a fragile position. From her point of view, it had always been she who had struggled to keep it together, seeking his comfort and support.
He chuckled and replied: “Yeah, I know.” as he gave her a devilish smile. Gone was the insecurity she felt in his gaze just moments ago; playful Draco was back. He bent down to take Hermione’s panties and dress from the floor and handed them to her. He then kissed her lightly on the lips before turning around and fetching his own clothes.
Hermione started getting dressed and then realized that she would soon have to cross the school in a dreaded walk-of-shame. Not that she felt ashamed at all about the previous nights activities but didn’t feel comfortable parading them in front of everyone for them to judge. She had just about finished putting on her dress as Draco spoke.
“We should get moving now, if you’d like to be back in your room before everyone wakes up.” Draco said as he threw on some jeans and a dark cashmere jumper.
“We?” Hermione asked, trying to imagine Draco in Gryffindor’s common room.
She just couldn’t.
“I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I let you walk yourself back to your tower, princess.” He replied as he draped his school robes across her shoulders and led her out of his room, grasping her hand tightly and he wrapped it around his arm.
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