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Until Again	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15444 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter and do not make any money by using the world of J. K Rowling here.

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The summer began uneventfully. She smiled at her parents more than ever, engaged them in conversation, soaking in every moment, every word, committing all of these days to her memory so during the challenging year ahead she could remember what the struggle was for. It was for people just like her parents whose only fault in the eyes of the Dark Lord was their lack of magical ability. She understood he might loath and despise Muggle-borns even more, but at least she had a chance to defend herself. Her parents didn’t.
She could tell they knew something was happening and though they would never ask her outright, they dropped hints, hoping she would tell them what was going on. For the first time in her life, she lied to her parents.
Ron had already offered for her to come stay with them, telling her Harry would join them soon as well. She’d kept correspondents with her best friends as much as she could without seeming a nuisance. They put up with her simply to please her, she knew, and she was thankful. She also took the Daily and Evening Prophet to catch what might be happening in the wizarding world, watched the Muggle news, saw the world falling to pieces as Muggles were slaughtered, buildings were toppled, bridges collapsed. She felt the chill of the Dementors, felt the sorrow of the confused and terrified Muggles, felt the terror from the familiar faces of escaped convicts.
She sat waiting one hot night by her bedroom window, Hogwarts, A History open in her lap, the words blurring together as she strained to hear the voice of the newscaster downstairs. A family of four mysteriously missing, any leads were to please call the number on the screen…
She saw the owl crest over the roofs of her neighbors and moved aside so it would have room to soar through the open window and land softly on her bed. Her brow wrinkled as she saw a letter clutched in its talons rather than the paper she had been waiting for. She’d only wrote the boys this morning, there was no way they would have sent her a response…
Her heart caught as she ran her finger over the extravagant embossed ‘M’ on the seal. No…it couldn’t be…
With shaky hands she ripped the letter open even as she recognized the sleek eagle owl from school, forever bringing him packages of sweets which he opened in front of everyone, boasting. Something dropped from the letter and floated to the floor. She picked up the feather, wondering if the owl had simply shed it on accident and was in the process of tossing it in her bin when she read the few short words:
The feather is a Portkey. It will leave at midnight.
With a sound of disgust she crumpled the short, arrogant missive and threw it and the feather into the bin. If he thought she would meet him he was dafter than she’d thought. The presumptuous prick! As if she had nothing better to do than allow him to whisk her to some unknown place where there could be any kind of ambush. Knowing him it would probably send her right off a cliff. Could he really think her so thick?
She watched the clock on her nightstand, her stomach in knots, forcing herself to stay in bed as the seconds ticked closer to midnight. What if he needed to talk to her? Could he have a reason for his actions last month that she didn’t understand?
But she watched the room glow bright blue as the hand on her clock struck twelve. She allowed herself to let go of the breath she held.
The next night was the same. A feather and a time.
Then the next night.
And the next.
Every night it was harder than the last to let the feather disappear, first in the bin and finally under her bookshelf to quell her temptation. More than once she retrieved it and only replaced it just in time for it to leave without her.
A week after the first feather had arrived, she left for the Weasley’s. Ron gave her an awkward hug, his ears bright red and butterflies stirred in her stomach. All day he was stuttering and nervous and she couldn’t help but smile. Could he be anymore adorable?
That evening she rummaged through her trunk in Ginny’s room for her toothbrush and a wave of horror ran through her as an owl hit the barrier and Mrs. Weasley ran out into the back garden to retrieve it. Sprinting through the house she met Mrs. Weasley at the back door, anxious to get her hand on the note.
“Oh, there you are dear! This came for you-”
She ripped it out of the older woman’s hands and ran back upstairs before anyone could ask her about it. Barely even skimming over the familiar words, she dug a quill and parchment from her trunk and scribbled hastily. Sealing it with her wand, not caring about underage magic, she hurried back downstairs and snatched Errol from his perch, throwing him out of the barrier, pleading with him to make it there before he dropped dead.
Composing herself as much as she could, she settled down on the couch beside the others who were looking at her as if she were mad. She simply smiled and asked Ron for a game of chess.
The next morning found Errol crumpled on the water board, a note in his beak. As Mrs. Weasley was the only other person awake and currently busy collecting eggs, she tore the note out of his clutches and read it.
Afraid your boyfriend might find out about your treacherous rendezvous? Meet me tonight and the letters will cease.
Enraged, she ripped the note into pieces, stuffing the feather into her jean pocket. She would go this time, but only to give that infuriating prat a piece of her mind.
Five minutes to midnight had her sneaking through the quiet house and across the dark garden, shivering slightly in the chill as she stepped over the barrier. Damn Dementors. She suddenly wished she was better at her Patronus. Problem was she could never think of anything happy enough…
Holding the feather aloft, her wand in her other hand, she felt the tug around her waist she’d felt when they’d left for the Quidditch World Cup. She landed on her bum on a hardwood floor, the room around her too dark to make out.
“Graceful.”
Humiliated, she stood and wiped herself off.
“Well? I’m here. What was so important-”
Her words were cut short by lips, lips so soft and eager, hands so warm, clutching at her, dragging her close, dragging her under…
Snapping herself to reality she tore from his grasp, her hand coming out to slap him across the face. Huffing, she took another step back, distancing herself from the heat of his body.
“I don’t know what you thought was going to happen-”
He was upon her before she had time to react, fingers digging in, grabbing hold, taking claim. She whipped her head to the side but he only grabbed her chin and held it tightly, working her mouth with easy skill. When she brought her hand back for another blow he caught it in his own, holding it tightly, pulling it above his head so that she was forced to flatten herself against him on tiptoe in order for her arm to not be pulled from its socket.
She fought him, punching, kicking, biting. She would never get more than a step away from him before she was enfolded once more in his arms. She hoped to get him angry enough to retaliate but he never did, and when she drew her wand on him he simply threw it across the room and continued right on with his destruction of her.
She didn’t know exactly when she surrendered, everything was blurring into need and heat and his hands and lips which were like a drug, befuddling her mind until only one thought prevailed: to get to as much of him as she possibly could.
He pulled her down to the ground at some point, covering her body with his own, trapping her in his embrace. His hands travelled her body expertly, unraveling every thought and hesitation, learning every secret and bringing forth a passion and desperation buried so deep within her she hadn’t realized it was there.
Her hands tugged at his clothing, ripping it just to get inside, to feel his skin, to know he was real, that this was real. She groaned as he pressed his erection against her core and it was all the confirmation she needed. Urgency fueled her actions and she shoved her hand down his pants to touch him, wondering at the size, the feel. He groaned, shifting so that she could maneuver her hand easier, yanking his trousers down, unashamed at his nakedness. For a moment she envied his blithe manner and when he began removing her clothing she forced herself to allow it. What had she to be ashamed of? It was obvious he was crazy for her…but what if he didn’t like what he saw? What if he was disappointed with the expectations he’d built up?
Her worries were for naught as he growled in approval, his hands and teeth everywhere, nipping at her sides, her breasts, her shoulder and neck. Everything he could reach without her having to remove her hand he practically attacked, all the while straining against her, pumping into her fist. Taking the hint, she stroked him, learning him, gauging his reactions on what he liked.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re going to drive me mad,” he murmured. She smiled and then gasped as his fingers drove into her. She hadn’t even realized her pants had been removed, but she was naked as the day she was born, prostrate before him, every piece of her visible to his hungry eyes which raked over her as she undulated against his ministrations. “Come on, come apart.”
She was powerless to stop it as the orgasm ripped through her, his mouth capturing her cry of pleasure. And then he was kissing down her neck, sending chills down her spine and her hands fell helplessly to her side while he unraveled her.
She was like putty beneath his quest until he began nipping the inside of her thigh. She was uncomfortable with his close proximity to down there as she was rather wet and sticky. She tried to nudge him up but he only drew her legs further apart, revealing every gleaming inch of her. She tried to hide her embarrassment, not wanting him to realize how very innocent she was. He grinned up at her and just as she reached forward to pull his head back to her lips, to a safe place, he dove down and licked her slit, the pleasurable sensations drowned by her indignation.
“What are you doing?!” she cried, trying to scoot back but his hands caught her hips and pulled her right back. She was mortified to realize he was laughing at her.
“Relax, I promise you’ll enjoy this,” he chuckled, leaning back down.
“I don’t think-” the words ended on an unpreventable moan as a wave of heat flooded her senses. Propriety warred with the incredible bliss of what he was doing. “Really, you-you shouldn’t-”
“Will you stop talking for ten fucking minutes and enjoy yourself? Quit over-analyzing everything for once and just feel, just live.”
Abashed by his words, ashamed to be so thoroughly transparent, she shut her mouth and lay back, trying to empty her mind.
It wasn’t hard to do as he returned to his task with skilled enthusiasm, licking and sucking, shoving his tongue into her until she wanted to die. Her body bowed, trying to get as close to him as possible as he destroyed her. Fingernails raked the floor and his arm, his hair. She felt that familiar ball of heat raging up, every muscle clenched in anticipation.
“Please,” she begged. His tongue flicked her over and over, liquid fire racing through her veins. He shoved three fingers roughly into her, pounding, thrusting her over the edge as she screamed, her world going black.
Sight and sound slowly came back to her, every inch of her body buzzing. She looked up into his sweaty features, taut with something she wouldn’t understand yet. He dove at her, taking her mouth with as much enthusiasm as he had her core and she could taste the sweet tartness of herself on his lips.
“I need you, love,” he grunted, his eyes beseeching. He wanted her to do to him what he’d done to her.
She was nervous, she understood the gist of his request, but what if she wasn’t any good? What if she couldn’t make him...?
Shaking the doubting thoughts from her mind she leaned up and kissed him hard, heard him growl as she took him back up in her hand. Kissing her way down his body, enjoying her new explorations, she took her place above him, urging him to lie back to which he gladly obliged.
His member stood out prominently against a nest of soft golden curls, more beautiful and powerful than anything she’d ever imagined. When she looked up into his face his eyes were at half mast, his lips slightly parted. He stroked her hair away from her face softly and she smiled, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his erection, listened to him growl in pleasure before taking more of him into her mouth, exploring with her tongue and teeth and lips. His head fell back as she tried to fit as much of him as possible into her mouth, sucking while her hand joined to pump him.
It wasn’t long before he was bucking into her mouth, his fingers twisted in her hair, keeping it back off her face as he urged her along.
“Faster, love, don’t stop,” he thrust up into her harder, choking her slightly so that her eyes watered. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
And he did, spurting into her mouth while as he groaned. She swallowed the salty emission and looked up at him where he smirked apologetically.
“Glad you came?”
She knew he meant it to ease her anxiety but it simply forced her to realize what she’d just done. Again.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she muttered, searching for her clothes. He grabbed her hand, halting her in the process of dragging her shirt on.
“But we are,” he said, looking into her eyes. It was dark but for the little light streaming from the window and his eyes shined. “I don’t know why I need you so badly and I don’t think you know why you need me either. But it’s there, whatever it is. And I can’t fight it anymore.”
She said nothing and dropped his gaze. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, drawing her into his arms. She gave in then, wrapping her arms around him, allowing the feel of him to settle her resolve. They weren’t hurting anybody. No one knew. No one would suspect. They could draw the comfort they needed from each other and on the outside stay the same.
“Then we won’t,” she finally whispered. She pulled away slightly to look into his face. “When you need me, I’ll be here. When I need you I expect the same. We both know nothing can ever come of this and it stays that way. It’ll be our secret. Until…”
“Until.”
He leaned forward and kissed her softly and they let their unspoken words fade into the night.
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XOXO
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