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Memorable Moments	By : sydsvaughn Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He leaned against the bar, trying not to wince at the obviously drunk Muggle on stage in front of him. He'd never heard of karaoke until recently and it was definitely a Muggle action he was certain he would never participate in.
Then again, these past few months had found him doing quite a few things he would never have believed himself capable of only a short time ago.
Sighing he took a long gulp of the drink in his hand, wondering why these nightclubs had to be so hot. It probably didn't help that he was wearing skin-tight black pants and a long sleeved blue shirt with black army boots and a long black leather duster. Still, the outfit was not for his comfort, but for appealing to her baser urges.
He felt his body temperature rise as he imagined the look in those beautiful eyes as she caught sight of him. He hardened in response to the look of pure desire he knew he would find reflected in her eyes.
Hot.
Heated.
His.
He suddenly felt those eyes running over his body.
Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of her slim figure across the room. She had obviously dressed to please as well, wearing an extremely short plaid skirt and a tight white top that clung to her figure, showing off her generous breasts to their best advantage. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, the style just begging for his hands to bury themselves in the silken mass.
But it was the raw look of desire and need in her unwavering gaze that sent a bolt of lust through his body, centering directly between his thighs.
He watched, barely breathing, as she maneuvered her way through the throngs of people listening raptly to the club's latest singer, noting how several pairs of male eyes turned to watch her progress. Eyes that quickly turned back to their drinks or companions as he flashed them a glare any student of Hogwarts, in any house, would have deemed worthy of the man he was.
All thoughts but one fled from his mind as she finally reached him, her eyes burning as they ran up and down his black clad body.
"Dance with me. Now."
The husky command set every nerve in his body on fire as he reached to take her outstretched hand. And suddenly yanked her flush against him, startling an 'ooof' from her as she fell against him. Her sexy smile never faltered, however, as she reached up and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
In one quick move, he set his glass on the bar and used the opportunity to slide both now free hands down her hips and pull her tightly against him.
He still co't b't believe he was here with her, this woman who was once his worst enemy, who now was the lover he could not go more than a few days without. He needed her more than he'd ever needed anything or anyone in his life. And it scared the shit out of him. Which was why he tried to put all emotions except desire from his mind as he whispered in her ear.
"I think perhaps later."
Without further ado, he swooped down and captured the lips that haunted his dreams nightly. He felt her mouth open beneath his, her tongue thrusting forward as they battled for dominance. For a moment, he let her take the lead, feeling her nails scrape erotically against the nape of his neck. The bolt of desire her actions caused however had him quickly retaking control.
Using his hands to cup her beautifully rounded backside, he slid one leg between her thighs, pressing her heated center directly against his rock hard desire. He heard her whimper as she instinctively arched against him, her mouth moving to his collarbone, nipping and biting as she strained to get closer.
He slid one hand under her shirt, sliding his palm against the soft skin of her stomach, moving higher and higher until he reached the thin lace of her bra. With no preamble, he pushed the material aside and pinched her nipple lightly. The sensation drew a groan from deep in his throat and hers as she arched into his touch.
Barely able to think straight, he began to massage her flesh, all the while letting her ride his thigh as he planted kisses against the sensitive flesh just under her earlobe.
He was distracted for a moment by several stares he suddenly felt focused on them. His eyes shot open to note that thankfully, the gazes were not from anyone who might pose a threat. Still, he cursed silently to himself as he realized he'd forgotten they were in a very public place.
Pulling back, he couldn't help but be amused at the pout that appeared on her face as she reached for him again.
"Someplace a little more private I think."
With those words, he grasped her hand and began pulling her towards a secluded corner of the club. The fake plants standing her and there for atmosphere should provide a perfect cover. Once they reached the corner, he whirled her around again and crushed his lips to hers. When they finally parted for breath, all he could hear was her breathy moan.
"Please, I need you, now!"
Her whimper was accompanied by the feel of her small hand unzipping the fly of his pants. Moaning harshly, he arched against her soft touch as she successfully freed his erection from its overly tight confines. He muttered a curse as she began to stroke him hard and fast, just the way he liked it.
For a moment, he found himself wishing it could be slow and gentle, wishing he could truly show her how much he cherished her and this passion they could only invoke in each other. Even if he didn't understand these feelings, he knew he had them for her. Which was an even more important reason to never acknowledge them.
His regrets were soon obliterated as she squeezed the tip of his erection, rubbing her thumb to smear the bead of moisture that appeared against his hardness, nearly causing him to explode. He frantically scrambled to push her skirt to her waist, moaning in relief as he realized she wore nothing underneath. His fingers slid into her moist depths, thankful that she was more than ready for him.
He couldn't wait a moment longer.
With a low growl, he lifted her against him, rejoicing as her legs assumed their familiar position, locked tightly around his waist. He leaned back against the wall to brace himself, nearly ready to lose it simply from the feral look in her eyes.
For a moment then, he paused. Looking deeply into her eyes, holding his passion on a very tight reign, he asked the question that had become a part of their forbidden ritual.
"Do you want this?"
He made the offer because whatever good was left inside him demanded he make it. And he knew, despite his raging desire, despite his turbulent and at times unwelcome emotions for her, if she said no, he would stop. He could do little else with the situation they had found themselves in the middle of. His father would cringe in horror and probably punish him severely if he knew his only son refused to take anyone by force.
But her answer was clear in her eyes.
With a small groan, he thrust forward into heaven. She was so hot and tight, her muscles clamping down around him like a vise. There was nothing like the feeling of being buried deep inside her, knowing he had the power to bring her to an earth-shattering, mind-bending explosion of desire.
For a moment, he remained still, savoring the familiar, yet all too forbidden feeling. Then without a word, he began to move. He took her lips in a passionate kiss as they ground against each other, her hips arching to meet his every thrust. Her low moans and pants of his name sent him spiraling towards the edge faster than he'd ever climbed before. But he was not going to let himself go until he was sure she was with him.
Changing the depth and angle of his thrusts, heled led with her tongue as she arched and moaned brokenly against him. He didn't feel the pain of the hard wall against his back as she slammed her body against his, determined to take him as deep inside her as he possibly could.
He could feel the release building in both of them, and pulled away from her lips to look deeply into her eyes. His breath caught as their gazes locked, both flushed with passion and desire. Then, with one final thrust, he exploded inside her, hearing her cry out his name as she flew over the edge along with him.
For what seemed hours, but were merely seconds, he felt his soul join with hers as they flew together, high above the earth, lost in a special world they could only create together. As it always happened, the sarcastic, cruel young man found himself wishing they would never have to leave this wonderful world. It was pure and perfect and completely theirs alone.
When the sensation finally subsided, he allowed her limp body to slide down his, feeling her wrap her arms around his waist and bury her head against his neck, still panting for breath.
Neither spoke, both knowing that nothing could be said. As with each of these forbidden meetings, whatever they felt for one another must remain unspoken. But for one brief moment, as she lifted her head and gazed into his eyes, he knew no words could ever begin to describe what he read in those cinnamon eyes that had haunted him for years.
The ache in his heart suddenly grew as he realized everything he might never have. If this war ended as he suspected it would, he had serious doubts he would be around to claim the spoils of victory. Spoils that even now, even in these moments of passionate abandon, he had no t tot to. He hated the jealousy that curled through his system each time he imaged her going back to HIM, knowing that to win this war, things must remain as they were, no matter how much agony it put them both through.
The only thing that kept him alive was knowing she felt the same agonizing loss. Knew that she went back to HIM after each of these encounters only because HE needed her strength and her emotional connection to help him defeat Voldemort. Knew that her heart truly however, belonged only to him, the feared and loathed supposed Death Eater in Training. The man who could be dead within days if word of their affair ever reached his father or worse, the Dark Lord himself.
He sighed as he read the answering melancholy in her eyes, leaning down to brush a quick kiss across her swollen lips. He gasped as she then planted another lingering kiss on his lips, before pulling reluctantly away, the pain in her eyes nearly breaking him.
With quick, efficient motions, she straightened her clothing and his. Then, with a final brush of her lips against his, she turned to go. But he couldn't let her, not just yet. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand, whirling her back around to face him, a small smile clearly visible in her eyes. Lifting her hand to his lips, he placed a heated, open-mouthed kiss against her palm, feeling her pulse race. This was a ritual they'd begun with their first encounter and one he planned to continue until their last. Be it today or ten years from now.
Finally, he released her hand, watching her smile once more especially for him, before disappearing into the crowd and vanishing from his sight.
He remained standing where he was for several minutes, partly to allow her time to leapartpartly to regain the composure he would need to go back to the dark world he faced daily. The only bright spots in the seemingly never-ending darkness his life had become were these clandestine meetings, which were growing more frequent and more dangerous by the moment.
But he could not bring himself to give her, or their stolen moments, up.
Even if it one day resulted in his death.
Sighing, he slipped from the bar, making his way back onto the lonely street, resisting the impulse he had to look around, just to see if she had lingered. But he was alone, as he always was after these encounters. Maybe it was meant to be that way, after everything he'd seen and done in his relatively short life. He better than anyone knew he scarcely deserved the happiness he took in these few moments of passion. In the sensation of knowing he was loved for who he was, darkness and all.
How he wished he had the freedom to love her as he wanted! Free of secrets and lies, free of the threat of disaster and death that was with them day after day. But until Voldemort's reign was ended, and his own father dead, he knew that wish could never come true. Too many lives, both Muggle and Wizard, were at stake.
Feeling heartache like he'd never known, he slipped into a nearby alley and with one final look back at the seedy Muggle club, apparated back to the gates outside Hogwarts.
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The End (for now)
Author Note: I might write a third part and make it a trilogy, but for the moment, I'm leaving it at this. However, I could be persuaded if there is enough interest!
Also note... I originally wrote this for the "Star Wars" Universe, then set it to the "Alias" Universe and most recently to the "Hermione/Severus" Universe. So it only figures I would have to write it for my newest passion the "Draco/Hermione" Universe. If you're interested in seeing the other versions, check out their respective pages on my site!
http://www.dreamwater.net/sydsvaughn/sarasite/sarastories.html
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