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She who walks in Darkness	By : SheWalksInDarkness Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He helped her climb back through the window, hand tight around her elbow as she stepped back down onto her plush cream carpet. It was hard to ignore the intense magnetic feeling between them that seemed to be drawing them together, making it almost impossible for him to let go. Since their admittance of their feelings only moments earlier all emotion and need seemed to have increased tenfold. Dragging his hand away from her he placed it back on the front of his broom, trying desperately to ignore the icy cold feeling of loss that trickled over him, reminding him he was alone.
His owl was still perched on Thea’s desk as she entered the room. Lazy bugger, Draco thought to himself, bloody thing was just waiting for a lift back to his own room! He watched as Thea stroked the bird’s plumage, wishing it was him her soft hands were running down.
“He’s beautiful” she said softly, gazing at the dark shiny feathers and haughty expression the owl seemed to permanently wear. “What’s his name?”
“Hermes” he whispered back proudly, pleased that she liked anything belonging to him.
“Hermes, that’s like my old na…” she muttered softly and then stopped abruptly and looked up at him sharply as if scared she was about to reveal too much. He shot her a questioning look and then immediately wished he hadn’t as a closed expression appeared across her face and she picked up the bird and handed it to him, making to shut the window behind them.
“Well goodnight then” she said, almost matter of factly.
“Thea, please…” he was aware of the obvious desperation in his voice but he didn’t care, he needed contact, he needed to know everything was alright.
A warm smile broke across her face and she stepped forward to the window he was still hovering outside of. Taking his face in both her hands she pulled him down, feeling the contrast between the warmth of her own skin and the coolness of his, and captured his lips between hers in a soft sweet kiss.
His whole body relaxed at the contact and when she pulled away he held her close, dropping a light kiss on her forehead and then pressing his own to hers, holding her in silence for a moment, just two shadows in the darkness, reflected by the light.
“The book Thea, please!” he rasped out, forcefully breaking the contact between them and with that he was gone, just a lone figure in the night sky, lost amongst the darkness.
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The book.
Everyone seemed to be talking about it. Her father, Draco, even Blaise had seen it in her room and had shot Draco a knowing look that she hadn’t understood. Come to think of it, her Godparents as well had been discussing the merits of the author only that morning across the breakfast table, suggesting it as a good read to all three teenagers and come to that, she certainly hadn’t brought it to her room herself, she had left it on the table next to the fire place in the library, she suspected a handy house elf had something to do with that!
Changing into a light white cotton nightgown she settled down onto her bed, back pressed against the headboard and covers rucked up all around her as she dimmed the light flickering from the candles with a wave of her wand and pulled the book in front of her, after all she might as well occupy her mind with something, she certainly wasn’t going to be able to sleep with the strange pain she was feeling in the pit of her stomach, the ache that had been with her since the moment Draco had taken off into the night sky.
Maybe she should have invited him in she thought to herself. Was that what he was expecting? Before now the thought of giving herself so completely to another human had been one she had approached with trepidation, having seen and judged the girls at Hogwarts who had opened their legs for all passing. She had never had much interest as a teenager despite being constantly surrounded by the raging hormones of others and even if the brief interactions she had had with the opposite sex, Viktor and then Ron later on, she had never felt any desire to do any more than kiss them, had felt no stirring of emotion, no aching in her loins, no burning need to be touched. Not like now.
She was an adult after all, she didn’t need to justify it to anyone that she wanted him, it didn’t matter that they hadn’t been in each other’s presence for long, it didn’t feel like a step to her, it just felt normal, felt right.
She sighed, contented with her feelings and how the night had progressed and turned her attention to the book, letting it fall open at any page on her lap.
The words ‘Separation Pain’ caught her eye in the chapter entitled ‘Veelas’ and she skimmed down the page, always eager to learn new fact. Short phrases jumped out at her as she read on,
‘a tenseness or aching of the muscles as the mate moves further away’
‘an acute pain in the pit of the stomach’
‘the desire to be with them at all times Is particularly prevalent before bonding takes place’
‘the need to see the mate at all times to ensure their protection prior to bonding’
‘the defensive attitude towards the touch of another male’
‘’the separation pain becomes easier following bonding as despite distance the two souls are always joined as one’
A prickling sense of unease crept over her as certain things seemed familiar, even innate to her. She flicked through the pages, fear and intensity growing as words jumped out at her, buzzing around her mind, making her feel light headed and dizzy.
‘…often pale in appearance, they are known to be the most desirable creature in existence, their colouring coming from the starlight itself…’
‘…creatures of pure magic, their powers are unmatched and are released only to protect their mate…’
‘…their mate is pre destined and cannot be chosen or changed…’
‘…the mate becomes the centre of their universe, the reason for their existence…’
‘…the physical pull between them is often the first sign…’
‘…the love for each other is greater than all else…’
‘…physical changes will occur upon maturity…’
‘…if the bonding is not completed before the birthday following maturity, death will occur from heartbreak…’
She slammed the book shut sending it skidding across the bed and onto the floor. Her heart was pounding fast, blood ringing in her ears as the pieces began to fall together. The physical changes, he had gotten taller, more muscular although she hadn’t said anything. The pull between them, the electricity at their touch, their need to be together, the relief they felt in each other’s presence. The anger she had seen in his eyes at Blaise’s lightest touches of her, even an arm around her shoulder, the inching closer to her at the pool, constantly breathing in her scent. The bubble bath emulating the scent of him for her, the power she saw in him every time she looked into his eyes. Her own body aching when he wasn’t with her, the tenseness of her muscles and the pain in her stomach, she knew his family history, why had it never occurred to her?
She saw the final sentence again, the words burned into her memory, the horror of them sending pain shooting through her as she doubled over
‘…if the bonding is not completed before the birthday following maturity, death will occur from heartbreak…’
Death. Death will occur.
She rose as if on autopilot, drifting across the floor and opening the door, the moonlight through the windows reflecting off her white nightgown creating an eerie whimsicalness about her. She wasn’t even aware of putting one foot in front of the other as she walked silently, unthinkingly through the halls, not even stopping to pause as she grasped the door handle in front of her and pulled it open.
He was sat up in bed, the silk sheets pooled around his waist, the silver light of the night reflecting off his bare torso, defining the muscles even further. His face was creased with pain, her pain she thought to herself. She stopped as stepped through the doorway, barely aware of how she got there, and looked at him, the deep blue of her eyes meeting the silver of his.
“I know what you are” the words were barely more than a whisper
His face crumpled in pain even further and he creased over, turning away as if scared of her, scared to know what her reaction would be.
Horror and pain filled her, his pain she thought, and she padded across the room to his bed, her small hand tugging on his shoulder, pushing him to face her again.
“Draco, I’m still here, I’m not going to leave you”
And with that she slipped into bed next to him, feeling his body physically relax as he pulled her to him, wrapping his own large cool body around her small warm frame and allowing her to nestle in to him, letting out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding as her breathed in her fragrant scent and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
The darkness took them quickly, an overwhelming sense of peace filling them both as they drifted away, hand in hand even in sleep.
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