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Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. One event however, is based off real facts and no profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Meeting
- 2-Unexpected
- 3-Descent
- 4-Almost
- 5-Confessions
- 6-Change
- 7-Breathe
- 8-Remember
- 9-Home
- 10-Release
- 11-Wrong
- 12-Strong
- 13-Quidditch
- 14-Beginning
- 15-Endgame
- 16-Truth
- 17-Epilogue
- 15
- 16
- 17
I’m sorry for the delay everyone. My mom just had a 10 hour surgery for her cancer on Thursday and I was a little out of it to finish the chapter as I promised some. Although, now it is complete and even better news, my mom is going to be okay. She has a long road ahead of her but she is a fighter and is pushing through it all. Thank you all for your patience! I really appreciate it! Other good news; for those who have asked for this story to continue…Your wish is my command. I have decided that I am going to do a sequel once this story is finished. This however, is the last chapter before the epilogue but, it is the longest chapter of the story. That is just another reason it took so long to post. I wanted to make sure it was good.

**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!**

Chapter 16- Truth
Saturday August 13^th, 2005 10:28pm
Narcissa Malfoy took another step closer towards her son and Draco moved himself and Hermione back. Expected rain from the storm Draco saw earlier, began to pelt the ruined structure above them. He couldn’t believe his mother of all people, helped Ron Weasley take Hermione. He was speechless and extremely annoyed all at the same time.
“What do you mean, Malfoy messed your plan up?” Harry asked holding his wand out and pointed at Narcissa.
“Well,” she straightened herself up “It was actually twice now he ruined my plan. One part being him kidnapping the Mud blood at the Quidditch game.”
“That is why you were there?” Draco asked angrily. “You said it was because we were sponsors of the Bulgarians!”
“And we were. But a year ago we pulled out, due to Victor Krum’s injury. You would have known that if you were ever around; which you are not. I was there to keep an eye on you and to make sure Mr. Weasley didn’t let you get the drop on him. Apparently, he is worthless.”
“Hey!” Ron chimed in.
“Quite, you imbecile!” Narcissa voice was stern, making Ron flinch “You ruined everything! You had one simple job and that was to keep that filthy piece of trash away from my son! You are a failure and you wasted my time.” She stopped and pulled at the bottom the vest attached to her floor length grey dress. “Now I know; if you want something done…Do it yourself.” She spat with venom in her voice.
“What the fuck, Mother! What is wrong with you?” Draco shouted in anger “I thought we changed our ways during the war? You even helped Potter for Merlin sake!”
“You changed your ways, not me! Potter was different.”
“What the fuck is that?” Ron cut in, pointing at Hermione from around Harry.
The group looked to Hermione confused.
“Are those fucking hickeys?” he spat in disgust.
Hermione raised a hand to cover the bruises on her neck.
“You sick fucking bastard! You marked her!” Ron shouted in anger as he stepped forward.
“Did I not tell you be quiet?” Narcissa stated coldly, giving Ron an irritated glare, making him go silent instantly.
Turning back to Draco she cleared her throat and continued.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by this Neanderthal; Potter was different. I was fine hating the Mud bloods from the side line but Voldemort became too much and ruined our good name; he needed to die and Potter was the only one who could stop him.” She huffed “And to make matters worse, I had to go a café in Diagon Alley and over hear your new little group of friends talking about how much that filth was in love with you! It made me sick.” She spat “So I had to act, and I did. But I thought you were better! My son, would never lower himself to be with a Mud blood…Then I heard from the Greengrass’s, that you not only saved this wench’s life, but you also stayed by her side the entire time she was in the hospital…falling in love with her! Your father would be so disappointing in you.”
“So what?” Draco cut in “It is my life and I can do what I want! You and Father no longer control me and you can’t control who I love and don’t love! Whether you like it or not, Mother, I am going to marry Hermione and I am going to love her until the end of days!”
Hermione squeezed his arm, as she held on to him from behind. Draco turned his head slightly and saw she was looking up at him with a slightly shocked expression before her lips turned to a warm smile. But out of the corner of his eye, Draco witnessed Ron’s face turn deadly before he tried to come at him. Harry though, stepped in front and held the Weasley back.
Once Harry had him under full control and moved his wand to Ron, Draco turned his head back to his mother and scowled.
“What do you mean, you had to act and you did, Mother?”
Everyone’s eyes turned to the elder Malfoy; everyone’s except Ron’s who was still glaring Draco down.
Narcissa let off a chuckle as she began to pace back and forth; taking charge of the room, before stopping and turning her body to face the group with a serious expression.
“You weren’t supposed to be in that lift, Draco.”
“What?” he asked confused.
“It was just supposed to be Granger and if others got in the way, then so be it, but you were supposed to be safe, up in your office, making your way out of the building. You were not supposed to be on that lift!”
“You are making no sense!”
“Aren’t I?” Narcissa tilted her head to the right. “You didn’t think it was a little suspicious that a tornado of that magnitude, threw a muggle contraption as far as it did?”
Draco turned his head back to Hermione quickly with his eyes wide open. He thought she was just overthinking things but it turns out she was right and he was starting to question as to why he didn’t believe her, again.
Turning his head slowly back to his mother, Draco looked at her while furrowing his brows.
“What…did you…do?”
Narcissa let gave an evil smile before folding her hands on front of her; keeping her body poised.
“I simply…helped nature along.” She smirked, while waving a hand in the air “Levitation charms and brooms are quite exceptional when used correctly.”
“You were on a broom?” Draco asked in shock.
Narcissa straightened herself before continuing.
“You would be surprised at what I can do…Anyway; I used the wind of the tornado to help give the spell some…momentum.” She began to slowly pace back and forth again “I didn’t see you at first, only that filth…but then you moved and I realized you would be killed too. So I diverted the vehicle to hit the floor above.”
“You…You tried to kill us?” he stated as his face fell.
“No Draco…I tried to kill her.” she pointed at Hermione hidden behind Draco’s arm. “But because you were in the lift, when you weren’t supposed to be, you ruined my plan; so I had to find alternative means. Since you refused to leave her side in that disgusting muggle hospital; I thought it would take longer to persuade you away…but I found another way. I ran into Mr. Weasley on his way back from Romania and after a few days, we devised a plan. It was perfect; he got the girl of his dreams and I got to prevent my son from making the biggest mistake of his life…But then the Rat failed to fully control her through the Unforgivable curse, all because you had to try and be noble, be the hero, her knight in shining armor; you went an gave your blood to this worthless tramp. He failed and now I have to finish the job I started not so long ago.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind, Mother?” Draco stated in anger, pointing to his head. “I almost died in this tower! You destroyed my building and you hurt a lot of people!”
Narcissa let off a light laugh, looking down for just a moment before looking back up at her son.
“I believe that it is you my dear, that has lost his mind. You are ruining and tarnishing the family name! I refuse to let you pursue embarrassing yourself and this family.” Narcissa pulled out her wand and pointed it at Draco’s chest. “Either you move…or I will make you move.”
Draco looked over at Harry, who held a worried expression on his features while he tried to hold Ron back. Harry shook his head no, almost pleading with him to not move. Turning his head back, Draco furrowed his brows more and held his ground.
“I won’t. She means the world to me and I won’t let you hurt her…I love her.” he claimed proudly.
Narcissa’s eyes grew dark in anger as she stared her son down, before flicking her wrist effortlessly, causing Draco to go flying to the left. Landing hard into a fallen support beam, Draco clenched eyes and his jaw in pain, while letting out a hiss through his teeth. He felt blood dripping down his arm from a cut created from a piece of rebar sticking out of the concrete beam. His once perfectly clean white shirt was now beginning to turn red on his upper left arm.
Quickly opening his eyes, he looked up as he watched Harry let go of Ron and run to block a stunned Hermione holding out his wand. But that decision only added to his problem. Ron, who looked murderous, was now free to come at him; and the red head, didn’t hesitate.
Running past the group in front of him, Ron charged at Draco as fast as he could. Draco quickly stood to get out of the way, but he wasn’t fast enough. Ron tackled him with full force, causing the air to be knocked out of his lungs; sending them both tumbling over the beam.
Landing hard on the ground on the other side, Draco rolled in pain, holding his stomach, as he tried to get his breath back. Ron however, was back on his feet and come straight at him. Draco saw the punch coming down at him and he quickly raised his arms to block the hard blow. But Ron was not giving up that easily. He continued to keep trying to hit Draco as he now straddled him; and he wasn’t doing it in an ‘I’m mad at you’ way, he was out for blood and he was determined to kill him.
After trying three or four times to hit Draco, Draco had had enough. He not only needed to protect Hermione from his own mother, but he needed to protect himself from the crazed lunatic with a wild obsession.
Blocking the next blow with his left forearm, Draco wrapped his arm around Ron’s and punched him hard with his right fist, straight in the face; knocking the weasel back just enough to allow him to push him off.
Rushing to stand as Ron held his bloody nose on the floor, Draco turned to see his mother dueling with Harry and Hermione. Sparks where flying and bouncing off debris as the spells where blocked and cast so fast; he couldn’t even tell who was throwing what, as spell after spell lit up the garage.
He quickly jumped over the column and began to run at his mother but he was instantly struck from behind and fell to the ground with a large body on top of him. Lifting an elbow, Draco struck Ron once again in the face to get him off. Struggling to stand up, he almost made it fully to his feet before he felt Ron grab his ankle and pull him back down. He was getting sick of the git coming at him and he decided right then; he was going to finish this.
Turning around he kicked at the red head but Ron moved his blood covered face out of the way just in time and lunged at him. Draco had the same idea and lunged as well. Fueled by anger and hate, Draco over powered Ron quickly and forced him to the ground. Now straddling the Gryffindor, Draco held him on the ground with one hand, by his throat. Ron flailed his arms to try and strike but only managed to claw and scratch at Draco’s face.
Draco tried to knock his arms out of the way as Ron pushed and hit him and he almost had full control of the weasel; but a sudden loud scream, echoed in his head, making him momentarily distracted. He turned his head to look at the continuing fight playing out next to them, but noticed that no was screaming. Unfortunately though for the Slytherin Prince, it was distraction Ron used to his advantage.
Ron punched him in the gut, hard, before landing a fist directly into the right side of Draco’s jaw, causing him to lose his grip and fall off on to his hands and knees. But Ron was not done. Quickly closing the small gap, Ron jumped on Draco’s back and wrapped his arm around his neck, putting him in a choke hold; and a strong one at that.
Instinctively, Draco lifted his hands to pull the arm off him and give him some breathing room, but Ron tightened his grip and pulled back; forcing Draco to his knees.
“I told you to stay away from her!” Ron shouted above the loud noise of spells flying through the air. “I will kill you for touching her! I will kill you for taking her from me!”
Ron pulled back harder as Draco struggled to fight him off but it was to no avail. His grip was too tight and he knew he had to do something. The only thing Draco could think to do was try to stand up and use his height as his advantage. He knew he towered over the weasel and he knew Ron could only hold on for so long if he could get him hanging off the ground.
Risking getting a foot out from under him, he moved his right leg out and inched his foot and moved the upper half of his body forward, giving him enough momentum to lift his body up. But Ron didn’t let go and began to tighten his hold more while pulling back to get Draco to be more level with him.
Now fully standing but still leaning backwards, Draco quickly side stepped to the right while letting go of an arm around his neck. He wound up his arm and slammed his elbow into Ron’s ribs over and over again until the weasel let go.
Once he was free, he stumbled forward and gripped his neck as he gasped for fresh air. After a few seconds of breathing heavily, he turned around and faced the red head with sheer anger radiating across his whole body. He clenched his fists at his sides and Ron copied him. The duo circled each other with death stares placed upon their features; both contemplating their next move.
But suddenly everything went quite, at least to Draco it did, and a soft whimper could be heard behind him, making him stop instantly. No one else but him could hear it and he started to think he was going insane. But he knew that whimper; it was one he heard before and it was one, he never wished to hear again.
Struggling to not turn his eyes away from the murderous Gryffindor, Draco could hear the soft whimper grow louder and louder and he wanted to cry out. He knew it was a flash back to when he found Hermione and he desperately wanted to go to her. But he knew she was not behind him; he knew, because he could clearly see her dueling his mother behind Ron.
His breathing grew heavier as he tried as hard as he could to not turn around but the pull of Hermione crying was becoming too much for him. He knew she wasn’t there and yet he wanted to still turn anyway. Ron titled his head and looked at Draco in confusion for a brief moment as Draco looked to be fighting with himself. Finally giving in to the temptation, he began to turn his head, but that was enough for Ron to move in and tackle him to the ground once more.
He began punching Draco in the face over and over again; only managing to get every other hit to land, but it was enough to cause him pain. He tried to shield himself from the multiple blows but it wasn’t enough. Warm red liquid began to spread across his face as Ron continued to punch him and he couldn’t think about anything but the agony he was enduring.
And then he remembered; he remembered his promise to himself and to Hermione. He would kill who ever cursed her. That was a promise, he intended to keep. Draco lifted his leg and his hips in one quick motion; startling Ron just enough to get him to stop punching and lean his hands out to break his fall. But Draco was far from done; he wanted him off and he wanted him off now. Doing the motion again, he managed to shove Ron from atop of him, but he was not going to let the fucking weasel tackle him again. He was going to finish him and he was not afraid to end up in a cell next to his father.
Quickly moving to climb atop the red head before Ron could register what happened, Draco decided to not only pay him back for cursing his girl, but forcing her to kiss him and Merlin knows what else. Raising a fist in the air, Draco slammed it down into Ron’s terrified face, over, and over, and over again; not even caring that he still wore his large family ring that was now tearing away at the flesh on Ron’s face.
All he saw was red now. Red from his hatred towards the man who tried to take his only happiness away, red from pain he had endured, not just from the fight but from the night he almost lost Hermione, and red from the blood splattering off the Weasels face, as each powerful punch landed harder and harder.
Draco didn’t hear the shouts and pleas surrounding him, telling him to stop. He didn’t see the Chosen One holding his mother at wand point nor did he see Hermione and Ginny crying and screaming out for him. Everything became a blur as hate spilled out of him. Every doubt he had about himself, every action and every choice he made that night; every word spoken afterwards, it all came rushing to the forefront of his mind; causing him to black out from anger. He wanted someone to pay for the misery he endured and he wanted someone to pay for hurting the only woman he had every truly loved.
Ron was no longer fighting back as Draco continued to hit him. Although his punches were getting weaker, he still felt angry. But now, he could hear the crying.
“Draco, please. Please stop.” He heard Hermione plead through her sobs.
Stopping instantly, with a punch held in midair, Draco lifted his head and looked at her. Panting heavily, he saw the woman he loves crying with her hand outstretched, pointing his wand at him. Ginny was knelt on the ground next to her, sobbing her eyes out into her hands as Harry began to arrest his now kneeling mother.
Looking back at the damage he had caused to Ron’s face, he was half relieved to see him still breathing.
“Please.” Hermione begged when he didn’t look away for a good while.
Quickly getting off the man he practically pummeled to death, Draco stumbled a bit as he moved away and realized what he just did.
“I…I’m so sorry.” he claimed sadly as Ginny ran past him and rushed to her brother. “He…he attacked me.” He turned to Hermione who was inching her way closer to him, his wand still out in front of her. “Hermione, please believe me; I am so sorry.”
Hermione looked at Draco with fear and worry in her eyes; almost as if contemplating if he was safe to approach. It broke his heart as he watched her look at him like he was a monster. He couldn’t blame her though; he did almost kill one of her best childhood friends right in front of her.
Taking a step closer to her with pleading eyes, Draco slightly outstretched a hand to her; hoping and begging she would come to him. He felt the blood running down his face and he knew he probably looked like the monster she saw him as. But Hermione’s face softened and she slowly lowered his wand in her hands.
She didn’t say anything as she took a moment to look at him before she began to run towards him; encasing herself into his open arms. Burying her head into his chest, Draco held on to her like he would lose her in a heartbeat; he hugged her tightly, refusing to let go. Neither one cared about the blood from his injuries soaking into her brown locks and neither one cared or looked away when a group of Aurors made their way down the ramp and into the parking garage. All that matter to them was each other and all Draco could think, was how grateful he was to have Hermione, safe in his life.
X
Saturday August 27^th, 2005 12:42pm
It had been two weeks since the fight at Malfoy Tech. and two weeks since Draco had any real time alone with Hermione. Everything was chaotic since his mother and Ron Weasley had been arrested and sent to Azkaban. Ron was sentence to five years for purposely and knowingly placing himself under the Imperius curse to take control over Hermione.
Hermione seemed to have taken the news of her best friends sentencing pretty well, but even though she refused to show how much it affected her, Draco knew it upset her deeply. She refused to visit the Burrow, knowing full well that the Weasley family would not only question her and only talk about how Ron messed up, but the fact that everyone there would remind her of him and what they used to have growing up.
Draco didn’t want to put that kind of pressure on her, so after a few days of noticing Hermione’s irritability every time he suggested she go see them, he stopped asking all together and let her decide for herself when she felt ready.
Hermione had also refused to visit Ron while he rotted away in prison and Draco didn’t blame her in the slightest. She did however, visit him the first day he was moved to his new permanent cell, but it was just to spit in his face and tell him she never wanted to see him again. Ron didn’t look to take the news very well and looked so broken at how angry she was at him. He fucked up and ruined any and all chances of ever being in her life again. It made Draco feel some sympathy for the red head; Ron only did what he did, to get back the love of his life and protect her. He could understand the pain the man felt though it did not excuse the methods he used to get what he wanted.
As for Draco’s mother, she was sentence to life for multiple attempts at murder, using an unforgiveable numerous times, and destruction of property.
Draco had just gotten back from his mother’s trial and he made damn sure he gave all evidence and memories needed to put his mother away for good. He had also made sure she would be placed nowhere near his father in Azkaban and that she had a solitary cell with limited contact. He did however, make sure that the new guards, who replaced the disloyal Dementors, gave his mother a copy of the Daily Prophet that showed his proposal to the muggle-born girl he was so desperately in love with. He wanted to make sure she knew he would keep his promise and marry Hermione and he wanted to make sure she saw the large picture that covered the front page of him down on one knee in front of Malfoy Manor, placing the family ring of his ancestors on his beloved fiancée left ring finger.
He wished he could see her face when she read the paper but he refused to visit her. He wasn’t without sorrow though; he was deeply upset that he had lost his mother to that prison. He loved Narcissa Malfoy and she was the only one who was every really there for him growing up. She was his mother after all.
It was bad enough losing his father to Azkaban all those years ago, but now he had to go through life again, being the man who everyone pointed, stared, and whispered about. If it wasn’t for Hermione, Draco would have moved to a new continent already, just to escape the press and the talk about his family life.
However, the world had changed its views on him since he proposed to Hermione Granger a week ago. They were the centerpiece everyone wanted in on; Former Death Eater set to marry one of the Golden Trio. How the Malfoy elders and Harry Potter took the news, was the headline of every wizarding paper from the UK to the US and it caused them both to avoid traveling outside for a few days. They only saw each other for a few hours at most, every other day due to the press and friends bombarding them with questions.
Today was the first day since the tornadoes, that Draco had all day alone with Hermione and he was unsure how to handle it. Harry Potter, as celebratory engagement gift, had made sure to keep the press away for the day and Ginny, who had forgiven him for almost killing her brother, set up a romantic setting in his Master Bedroom. She placed lit candles throughout and even put rose petals on his clean black sheets and all over his hardwood floor. He wasn’t too happy about the rose scent she spritzed on his bedding to help set the mood, but Hermione seemed to enjoy it so Draco let it slide, but just this once.
As Draco lay shirtless in his rose covered bed with an arm resting behind his head and the fireplace crackling next to him, he stared up at the ceiling and thought about all the events that led him to this moment.
He had talked with Harry about the screams he heard during the fight and Harry had told him it was just PTSD finally catching up to him. The idea of wanting to save Hermione when she was impaled and not being able to was, what Harry described, as Draco’s biggest fear. The fact that he was back in the place where it happened, caused Draco’s mind to think it was happening again, hence why he heard her screams and wanted to run to her. Part of his mind refused to see Hermione fine while dueling in front of him and instead, unwillingly, focused on the terror from the night she died on him.
It made sense when someone other than himself told him why it happened, but he still hated that it occurred. Ginny though, went out of her way to contact a wizard who specialized in PTSD for magical beings, to help him. He was still surprised she forgave him so quickly but she apparently had her reasons.
She had shown up to the fight just seconds after he turned to follow to the whimpering sounds. Ron had apparently knocked her out with a stunning spell while she was in his flat, causing her to be royally pissed at him. Once she awoke, she floo’d the Auror Department and told them what had happened. She then made her way to the tower and helped Hermione and Harry, over power his mother.
Ginny apparently only forgave Draco because she knew he had to do what he had to do. She also knew, from their previous conversation that day, that Draco stated he would kill whoever cursed Hermione and he made no promises to spare life the perpetrator. She claimed at St. Mungo’s, as her brother was patched up and Draco was being cared for, that if she was in his shoes, she would have done the same thing to protect the ones she loved. She was just grateful he stopped before he killed Ron.
He was thankful to have such a caring and understanding friend. He needed someone like that in his life. He would never admit it out loud, but he was happy to finally have friends like Harry and Ginny. People who protected and defended him; even against their own family.
“Are you ready?” he heard Hermione ask shyly through the en-suite door, interrupting his thoughts.
Draco sat up and rested his upper half on his elbows and looked at the door directly in front of the end of his bed.
“Yeah, come on out.” He called out to her.
Hermione cracked the door open but she didn’t step out.
“You aren’t going to make fun of me, are you?” she questioned softly.
“Why would I make fun of you?” Draco chuckled lightly “Even in full Hogwarts robes, you look amazing.”
He could hear Hermione let out a sigh before continuing.
“Ginny picked this out and it’s…very risqué. This is not something I would pick and well, we both know you are notorious for teasing people, especially when given the chance to pick on me.”
“Hermione,” he raised a brow even though she couldn’t see him “I won’t tease you. I promise.”
“I don’t know…this is strange.”
“Just come out, please. I want to see you.” He waited a few seconds and was about to say her name again but Hermione started to slowly open the door.
Sitting up straight, Draco waited until Hermione fully opened the door. Leaning his elbows on his legs, he lowered his head while he played with his hands.
Hermione cleared her throat and he lifted his head to see her. She stood in front of him, looking extremely shy as she raised her hands in self conciseness and played with the lingerie. The light blue baby doll top parted in the center, showing off her delicious looking belly. Her scar faintly showed through the translucent fabric and he had never thought she looked more beautiful than she did at that very moment.
Draco continued to stare, frozen in place as he took all of her in. The light blue thong she wore under the baby doll top had made all the blood rush to his lower region and he was absolutely speechless.
“Say something…Please.” She pleaded gently as she tried to cover herself with her hands.
“I uh…Wow, you um,” he cleared his throat and rubbed his palms on his jeans “You look beautiful.”
Hermione nervously smiled as she played with the end of the baby doll top.
“Really?”
Draco stood up and walked over to her. Slipping his left hand around her waist, he cupped her face with his other.
“Really.” He smiled before leaning down, closing his eyes, and placed his lips on hers.
She started kissing him back as she placed her hands on his bare chest and so he deepened the experience by pressing his tongue to her lips. The exhilarating sensation he got from being so close to her made his head spin and his dick extremely hard, but he wouldn’t let this moment go by quickly. He wanted to last for her and with her, so the last few days he jerked off in the shower every chance he got to prepare for this day. He just hoped it was enough.
Hermione parted her lips for him, giving him access and free reign over her tongue as he explored her mouth. Her taste was sensual, like a forbidden fruit he wasn’t supposed to have, which only made him want her more.
Pressing his body against her, he slightly crouched and lifted her up by her arse. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck; and all the while, neither one dared to break from the other.
Walking her over to the bed, Draco crawled on top while still holding her and gently laid her down on the pillows; hovering over her as he released his lips from her. Looking down at her beauty, he could not help but be mesmerized by her. Her eyes alone made him melt and he could get lost in them for days, without a care in the world if ever found his way out.
“I love you.” he spoke softly, but with enough meaning to make sure she believed it; because he did mean it.
Hermione looked up at him and brushed a strand of his blonde hair away from his face with her right hand; her fingers trailing across his cheek and down to his jaw before coming to rest on cleanly shaven chin.
“I love you.” she replied in a whisper as she searched his eyes, seemingly lost in his gaze as well.
Draco smiled brightly before leaning down and connecting his lips once more against hers. He pulled back slightly after a few seconds, but only to start a trail of pecks across her jaw and down her neck.
Hermione tilted her head back to give him better access and let off a soft and gentle moan as he continued to make his way to kissing and sucking at her collar bone. Rubbing her fingers through his hair, Draco tenderly ran his fingers down the left side of her ribs. Once he reached her hips, he tucked his fingers under the string of the thong and began pulling them down.
Lifting her hips for him, he broke away from her neck and sat up to take the fabric off of her body. After the underwear was off, he tossed them to the side and leaned back down. Balancing on his right arm, he began to unclasp the front of her top.
“You look amazing with this on, but I think you’ll look even better with it off.” He playful smirked as the clasp released.
Lifting his chin, Hermione squirmed slightly underneath him and began undoing the button on his jeans that hung on his hips with her other hand. He removed his hand from her top to help her and once the button was undone, he moved to start kissing her sternum.
She gasped at the unexpected gesture and placed her hands back in his hair; letting off soft moans as he kissed his way down to her belly button.
“Draco.” She pleaded nervously, while propping herself up on her elbows; stopping him from going below her hips.
He lifted his head and looked at her worried eyes, wondering what was wrong, before it hit him.
“You never…” he started to ask with care.
She shook her head no, cutting him off, and looked to be embarrassed.
“It’s okay, Love. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”
“No, I…I want you to, I just…I don’t really know what to do. I have never done anything other than, well you know.”
Draco chuckled and kissed the side of her stomach before looking back up to her.
“Just lay back and relax. Enjoy it and let me do all the work, alright?” he licked his lips as he spoke smoothly to her, comforting her, the best he could.
Hermione lay back down and placed her hands on her stomach. She began playing with her fingers with uneasiness radiating off her body, while Draco moved to rest on his knees in front of her bent legs.
“Just relax Hermione.” He repeated as he watched her body tense up. “I won’t do anything until you are ready and if you aren’t, we don’t have to continue, okay?”
She nodded her head and let out a deep breath as she closed her eyes. Her body slightly relaxed and she began biting her bottom lip as she anxiously waited for him to continue. He touched one of her knees and he instantly felt her leg stiffen.
“Hermione, Love.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him.
“We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.” His soft eyes searching her face for any doubt.
She relaxed the muscles in her leg, and parted her knees for him.
“Just…tell me what to do.”
Draco let off another chuckle and shook his head slightly.
“Just…enjoy…and if you feel like you need to do something with your hands, place them on my head. Trust me, we will both love it. You can also take my hand if you want.” He stated reaching his left hand out to her.
Hermione smiled as she bit her lower lip and nodded her head; taking his hand in hers.
“Okay…I trust you.”
With that, Draco began lowering himself between her legs; kissing her inner thigh slowly as he made his way to her sweet zone. He felt her inhale sharply as he got closer and squeezed her hand in reassurance.
He took in her sweet scent before kissing the soft skin of her lips. Gently, Draco licked up the length of her wet pussy and Hermione let out a soft gasping moan. Taking that as a signal to continue, he took his free hand and parted her lips slightly, giving him better access to her core, and touched his tongue to her center.
She squeezed his hand in hers and instantly placed her other hand on top on his head as he continued to lick and suck at her center. Her moans grew louder with each flick of his tongue and her grip in his hair tightened. He was in heaven as her scent filled his nose and her taste warmed his mouth; he couldn’t get enough of her.
After a few minutes of licking up her juices, he decided to please her more by inserting a finger into her; making her gasp and close her legs around his head. He didn’t care though; she was tight and wet, and it was all for him. Sucking at her clit, he moved his finger in and out of her while she began crying out in sheer bliss.
Draco knew he was about to send her over the edge, so he moved his finger in and out of her faster and sucked harder at her plump and throbbing clit. Hermione’s grip on both his hand and his hair, tightened as her orgasm built; she bucked her hips to get closer to his face and let out a loud and pleasurable moan.
Her breath was heavy as she climaxed; her moan, loud and carefree as she spilled her juices on his lips and hand. Releasing the hold she had on his head, he let her finish riding out the experience before removing his hand and placing one last tender kiss upon her soaking wet pussy.
Pulling back and sitting up on his knees, Draco smiled widely as he wiped his chin with the palm of his hand. Licking his fingers, he savored her taste as Hermione lay sprawled out in his bed, panting with her eyes closed. Her top half opened, exposing her left breast while her right hand rested upon her forehead.
Opening her eyes she looked up at him and began grinning from ear to ear.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked with a smirk. “Because I sure as hell did.”
“Oh Godric’s yes!” she chuckled “I have been missing out!”
“Well,” he began leaning back to hover over her “just say the word and I will do it again.” He winked.
“Trust me…That, will be an offer I will take you up on.” She smiled while lifting her head to kiss him.
He was surprised, to say the least, that she didn’t even bat an eye while kissing him and tasting herself. Most girls he knew were repulsed by tasting themselves, but Hermione seemed to revel in it; turning him on even more.
“Take off your pants.” She requested as she pulled away from him and licked her lips.
Smirking again, Draco did as he was told and stood up. Unzipping his fly, he pulled both his boxers and his jeans down before kicking them off the side. He moved the comforter down and Hermione lifted herself up to pull the blanket out from under her. Crawling back into the bed, Draco pulled the covers back up and laid down next to her; moving his body so he could hold her as he lay on his left side.
Trailing his fingers down her right cheek, he gazed at her with love and adoration.
“You are so beautiful.” He claimed in a whisper as the light from the candles and fireplace illuminated her petal like skin. “I am so sorry I never told you sooner.” He stated as he lifted her left hand and touched the large diamond engagement ring.
“You are telling me now, and that, is good enough for me.” She whispered back while looking up into his stormy grey eyes.
Draco knew then, that he never wanted to be without her. She was his everything. Not because of what they were doing now; it was so much more than that. She held the key to his heart and she, was the one who fixed his broken soul. Without her, he would still be wasting away and just living day by day; but with her, he felt on top of the world. He wasn’t lonely anymore and he had friends now. He had someone who loved him and she loved him, for him.
Letting off another smile, he leaned down and kissed her soft lips gently. Hermione deepened the kiss and started to turn to lie on her back; pulling him with her. Now on top of her, Draco broke the kiss and stared into her amber eyes.
“Merlin, I don’t deserve you.” He let out a chuckle and shook his head.
Hermione lifted her hand and cupped his cheek.
“Yes you do…It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”
“How can you-”
“Draco, shut up and kiss me.” She rolled her eye and smiled.
“Yes ma’am.” He smirked, knowing she hated to be called that, and leaned back down to kiss her before she could protest.
As their kiss deepened, Hermione began grinding her hips against his rock hard dick. She was still very wet from earlier and all Draco wanted to do was slip inside and pound away. But he had to control himself. This was their first time together and he wanted to make it special.
Hermione bucked her hip again and this time, it was just enough that the tip of his dick now rested right at her entrance, making him nervous and excited at the same time.
Slowly easing into her, they both let out soft moans as Draco continued to fill her. Once he was all the way in, he rested his right arm next to her head and lowered his forehead to hers; trying his hardest to contain him-self as he closed his eyes. She was overly tight and the pressure of her walls squeezing around him, made him want to burst right then and there. It also did not help that she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist started running her fingers through his blonde hair.
Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to hold back as he got used to her warmth.
“Are you okay?” she asked looking up at him.
Draco nodded his head and used the distraction help him calm down.
“Yeah…you just…you feel really good.” He chuckled softly.
Hermione lifted her hand and caressed his jaw with her thumb.
“So do you.” she whispered.
Pushing his head back slightly, she kissed the top of his forehead before pulling him back to her lips. He removed her left hand from his hair and entwined his fingers through hers, resting both of their hands by her head. Finally calming down, Draco began to ease out of her before thrusting softly back in.
He picked up the pace slightly as he continued to move in and out with as much gentleness as he could muster. They had both broke the kiss and started to moan into each other as the pleasure of each thrust, filled them.
To Draco, Hermione was like the missing piece to him. She completed him and he knew he completed her. The idea of being with her, and really being with her, was so different in his mind. He liked the idea of a relationship with the Golden Girl but he loved actually being with her more.
As he continued to pump into her, Draco felt his climax build. He wanted to wait for her but the motion was becoming too much. Slowing down, he began kissing her neck to distract him-self of the pleasure of her warm wet core, but it wasn’t enough and her moaning in his ear was making it that much harder. He had to fully stop his motions and take a few deep breaths to calm his lower region.
Hermione must have known because she didn’t question him and instead starting nibbling at his neck; leaving soft tender kisses across his skin. Draco knew that if he continued, no matter how much he tried to think of something else to help him, he was going to cum and he couldn’t do that before her.
Making a decision, he pulled out of her and replaced his dick with two of his fingers. Hermione let out a loud moan as he began flicking his fingers inside of her. Pressing his thumb against her clit, he started to rub the pulsating nerve. Knowing he needed to do a little more to get her to her peak before entering her again, he lowered his body down hers and placed her left breast into his mouth.
Sucking and licking the sensitive nipple, Draco released his hand from hers and cupped the breast before moving to the right one; giving both, the attention they deserve. The action seemed to work as Hermione bucked her hips again, and arched her back, while letting off louder moans.
“Oh, right there!” she called out; squeezing her eyes shut “Draco!”
After saying his name, he knew she was close, so he removed his hands and moved back up to her kiss her, all while putting his dick back inside of her in one quick motion. He thrusted a few times and it was enough to send her over the edge. Once she began opening her mouth as her orgasm rose to the surface, he cupped her face and kissed at her neck; finally allowing himself spill into her.
They both let out loud moans as Hermione dug her nails into his back and Draco lightly bit on her ear. He pumped a few more times, slowly, allowing them both to reveal in the ecstasy of one another before he rolled off of her to lie on his back.
Breathing heavily, they both looked up at the ceiling as they took in everything they just did.
“Move in with me.” Draco stated after a few seconds of silence, still looking up at the ceiling.
Hermione quickly turned her head to look at him.
“What?” she asked confused.
Draco turned his head to her.
“Move in with me.” he repeated. “Live with me, here, in this flat.”
“Now?...Don’t you want to, I don’t know, wait until after we are married?”
“No,” he turned his body to the left and propped his head on his hand. “I don’t want to wait that long. I want to be able to do this with you every chance I can. I want to wake up to your beautiful face,” he grazed his fingers across her cheek “and I want to fall asleep knowing you are in my arms. I want you here, with me. Move in with me.”
“I uh…I don’t know what to say.” she stated, appearing to be thrown back by the question.
“Hermione…I love you and you love me. We are getting married anyway, so I don’t see the harm. I don’t want you living at your office anymore. I want you to be happy. I want to wake up every day and shower with you, I want to cook you breakfast each morning and read with you each night. I want to relax on the couch holding you while we enjoy the warmth of burning fire; never wondering when you will get up to go back to your office to sleep on a cot. I want to come home from a long day at work and see you here, comfortable and at home. I want this place to be your home.”
“Oh Draco,” she spoke softly while she raised her left hand and cupped his cheek. “You are my home… Where ever you are, is where I want to be.”
“So, is that a yes?” he asked grinning.
“A thousand times, yes.” Her smile gleamed in the firelight.
Draco let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and looked into his fiancée’s eyes.
“I love you, Hermione.” He spoke softly.
“I love you too Draco…and I always will.”
@saxman66- I lied a few chapters ago and said there was nothing sinister about the tornados. In my defense, I wasn't planning on taking the story this far lol. But it worked! haha. Also, Hermione was not going to kill Ron, she only wanted to hex him as her form of revenge. I am happy I surprised a lot of readers at who the second person was. I knew I wanted it to be Draco's mother which is why I had to include her secretly into the story ;) I was very happy and surprised that no one caught on to her small appearance.
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