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Snowbound	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snowbound
Chapter Two
The Matrimonial Tree
     Our bodies moved in unison, writhing together, our tongues intertwined as we snogged under the covers. I couldn’t ever remember a time in my life that all of my senses were more alive or more awake. I was on cloud nine and Draco was to thank for that. Nothing could have spoiled that moment for me. “Are you ready?” he purred, his voice gruff and affected. Nothing except that. He was not having me on, not this time, no he was into me and I was into him. When I didn’t answer he broke off our kiss. “You’re not ready. I suppose I can wait,” he said sounding a tad deflated and then he crawled off of me.
     “You’re not mad are you?”
     “No Granger, I’m not mad. I may need a bucket full of snow to stuff down my boxers in order to help certain ‘rising’ problems, but I’m not angry,” he proclaimed and I believed him. I snuggled into the crook of his arm and dropped butterfly kisses over his lean (but plenty defined) chest. I was grateful that he wasn’t upset. I just wasn’t ready and there were nagging doubts and worries that I hoped to address with him in the morning. Something wasn’t right about the way we both came onto one another like gangbusters and I wanted to talk to him, to get his take on it all before we jumped ahead and had sex, thus complicating matters more. It could wait ‘till morning though and I reveled at the thought of snogging Draco all night long and then some. I was happy in his arms which was a red flag, at least it was for me. It just didn’t make sense how I could go from hating a person with every fiber of my being to falling in love with him just like that, lickety split!
~~~~0~~~~(change of POV)
     The house elves had somehow nicked Father’s cane and were now having a go at my head with it! At least that’s what it felt like when I awoke in my cold cot, alone. Somehow Granger had managed to escape my clutches, probably sometime in the early morning hours. I hated sleeping alone. Hated it. Growing up in a family where you were the only child was a lonely existence. Of course it could have been worse. I could have been born the only son of a Muggle or worse, an orphan like that bloody do-gooder, Potter. Still, my ancestral home, Malfoy Manor, was a mausoleum at best. It was cold and drafty, dark and foreboding. In my younger days the house elves were my only mates, that is until my Father sent them away when he thought I was far too chummy with the staff. After that I learned to be rude, if not more than a bit brutal to the servants, especially if I liked one of them. It ensured that they would hang around a bit longer and Father seemed to take pride in my ability to reduce someone to nothing. He’s quite mental, but that’s supposed to be a family secret. Whoops, my bad for spilling the beans.
     Where the fuck is Granger? Did I insult her last night, or perhaps, break one of her unreasonable rules? I thought that I had kept to her silly rules about keeping it above the waist only, although she did have to slap my hand away more than once when I tried to slither my way south, but hey, you can’t blame a guy for trying. No, I don’t think she was miffed about that yet she also wasn’t here. She’s your enemy Draco, stop carrying on like a school boy with a crush. You’re the man, you make the rules. You of all people know how to get what you want from a woman and you also know how to make them go away when you’re finished with them. Wake the fuck up and stop acting like Granger matters. That little voice in the back of my mind served me well over the years. Too bad that it sounded eerily similar to Lucius’s voice. He was rotting away in Azkaban, finally. Nobody can know just how long I waited for the authorities to finally put that deranged, old coot in the slammer. Still, it was that inner voice, the same voice that told me that Potter was in the train car with me and then told me to disarm the wanker precisely when I did. Had Granger not interfered, my spell would have hit its mark and Potter would be laying in the hospital wing, or possibly dead. You don’t sneak up on a wizard like that, unless you want to be pushing up the daisies, that, or a permanent resident of St. Mungo’s. I don’t relish harming and injuring as such, but I also won’t lose sleep over it if I do. In some respects I think I was born with the inate ability to detach and compartmentalize. Having an insane Father and a withdrawn Mother whose idea of mothering involved handing a dusty, old book from the library to a house elf and then asking the servant to read a bed time story to me, will do that to a bloke. All I knew was that Potter was spying on me for no good reason. Perhaps he’s gay and he fancies stalking blokes, I don’t really know why he was tailing me. I was damned angry that he was though. Shit, it wasn’t even like I was doing anything wrong. I was minding my own bloody business, just taking a little walk in order to stretch my legs. I’d never been as far back on the train before and I thought I’d check out the caboose. Alright I’m not being completely honest, but the truth isn’t half as bad as what Potter and hell even Granger probably assumed of me. I wasn’t going back there to harass, embarrass, mock or ridicule any unsuspecting first years or anyone else for that matter. My real reason for going back there is silly really. My Mum and Dad got me a replica model of the Hogwart’s Express when I was eleven years old. The model was exact, right down to the seat cushions and curtains. In the model that sits in my dreary room at Malfoy Manor, the caboose has a conductor. I was merely interested to know if the fat bloke, figurine from the model was the same in real life. That’s why I was back there. It wasn’t for some dastardly means. That won’t matter at all though now, not when I get back because as soon as I go back I’ll be in a world of trouble. If anyone thought my Dad was bad, well then try having the Dark Lord as a surrogate father for a time. He’s worse than Lucifer himself. I’m not ashamed to admit that the first time I met him I wet my pants. Of course that was at dinner and I had just been asked to pass the potatoes in between Muggles being slaughtered at the table. “Draco, watch me strangle that Muggle woman whilst I cut off her air with my wand, oh and pass the potatoes would you?” Yeah, that is what dinner parties at my house are like. No, I am pretty much a goner if and when I ever decided to go back to Hogwart’s. You see, I had a mission to perform for the Dark Lord, one that I was to carry out at Hogwart’s. Since the incident on the train will have caused unwelcome attention on me and also since I'm not actually at Hogwarts but am instead shacked up in a tent with Granger, well let’s just say that the Dark Lord will be less than happy with me. It was for that reason that I hoped that the snow would never stop falling. Such a happy life that I lead.
     “Oh good you’re up,” I heard Granger say and she appeared through the door of the tent.
     “I am,” I replied. “Of course I woke up alone. You left me,” I said and I held a hand over my heart and feigned being heartbroken.
      “Aw, poor Malfoy. I’m not buying it though,” she said and she giggled. I loved her giggle. In fact, I was starting to love everything about her and that was a trifle worrisome to me. “How does a hot meal and a warm bath sound?”
     “A meal sounds good and a bath even better. Will you be naked in this hot bath?”
     “I said warm bath, sponge bath really. Sorry, it’s the best I can do. I found the matches though and I collected a little bit of firewood. I was able to light the oven, make some oatmeal for breakfast and even heat up some water for bathing. I already ate and took a bath while you were asleep.”
     “I missed you taking a sponge bath? That’s not fair.”
     “Yes you did, sleepy head,” she smiled and then she raked her hand through my hair and stared intently at my head wound. I loved the way she fawned over me. Not even my own Mother paid me this sort of tender loving care. I hated to say it but for all of her faults, and there were many, what with her being in Gryffindor, a stooge of Dumbledore’s, and Harry Potter’s friend, still for all of those faults Granger might just have been a keeper. She was smart (though not as smart as she fancied herself to be), and she was also good in bed, from what I could ascertain anyway and I’m usually a fair judge at that. I’ve had enough partners to know the difference. The reason for that goes back to the fact that I hate to sleep alone. I fully intended to find out for certain though, but that was a work in progress. “How’s the dizziness and headaches?” she asked and she looked genuinely interested in my answer. I wasn’t used to that. Giving a shit about others is not a Slytherin trait, so if anyone from my house was asking me how I felt about damn close to anything, I knew that it was only because my answer affected them in some way. Granger was different though, she didn’t always have ulterior motives, unlike pretty much everyone else in my life who did.
     “I’m feeling better, thanks.” I reached out and took her hand and brought it to my lips. She blushed. I loved it when I could provoke such a reaction in her and my spirits soared. I think she’s really into me which is good because I’m into her too. I don’t have any fucking clue where this is headed though. It could be destined for hell what with our past history, but I rather liked living on the edge. What other bloke would fall for the girl that nearly killed him,hmm? Or fancy the girl who broke his nose way back in our third year when she clocked me with a right hook. I hated her for that and I swore revenge, but I didn’t know that the best revenge imaginable would be in becoming the first guy to give her an orgasm, which is exactly what happened. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold, but seeing the way her eyes flitted open and then shut and then in the way that her tongue slid across her bottom lip when she was on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm, well it was anything but cold. It was hotter than hell! “Come here,” I said and I pulled her into my arms. I wanted to ravage her neck and then some of her other more womanly bits too.
     “Draco, I’m going to go get your water. I’ll give you some privacy.”
     “Don’t do that, I might need some help. You know my body is still sore from being thrown from the train. You can wash me,” I purred in hopes that she would take me up on my offer.
     “You’re a terrible liar. You just told me that you felt better,” she said and she threw her hands on her hips and blew a stray curl out of her face. It was drop dead sexy and all I wanted to do was pin her to the bed and spend the rest of the day and into the night making love to her. I couldn’t restrain myself I wanted her so bloody much, so I took my chance and captured her in my arms. “No, Draco you have to stop. I have things to do and you need to eat something.”
      “Granger you’re killing me here,” I said in frustration. My cock was so hard it hurt and all the snogging and petting that we did the night before had left me in a wanting way. Bigtime.
     “I was thinking that we could chat by the fire, you know after breakfast and after you’ve bathed.”
     “Uh oh,” I said. I knew where that was headed and I was fairly certain that I wouldn’t like it. It was never good when a chick wanted to talk.
     “No, no, uh oh. I just have some concerns, that’s all,” she beamed and something about her smile told me that it was going to be alright, so, I reluctantly agreed.
~~~~~~~0~~~~~~~
     I would be lying if I said that I didn’t steal a glimpse or two of the blond in the buff as he bathed. I couldn’t help it I was attracted to him, definitely in the physical sense. It was a little bit bothersome too that he not only knew how to push my buttons in a way that could enrage me so successfully that my cauldron threatened to overspill its brim, but that he just as successfully knew how to make me swoon over him. He had my number and for better or worse it was something I had to deal with.
     “Right then, you wanted to talk?” he said and he swaggered over to the couch where I sat. A crackling fire lit up the tent with a soft orange glow. I’d had a hard time finding wood that wasn’t either wet or buried in the snow, but the tent was finally beginning to warm up and the fire definitely created an ambience that until then had been missing.
     “Have a seat,” I said and I patted my hand on the couch. He wore the expression of ambivalence on his handsome,angular face, but upon my repeated assurance he sat down next to me and took the cup of tea that I handed him.
     “Thanks for the tea. So what’s up, Granger?”
     “Well, I just thought that we should talk, that and maybe compare notes?”
     “Compare notes hmm? Isn’t that cheating? I never thought such a pristine girl like yourself and such a serious student would ever think to cheat,” he said and I laughed in spite of the seriousness of my statement. “You want me to come clean? Alright, I will. Well the oatmeal was cold, the bath was warm but it would have been better had you been the one washing me or vice versa,” he said and he wagged his eyebrows at me. I shook my head and he laughed. It was good that we could laugh together in that way since we had spent our prior years together fighting.
     “But seriously,Draco, doesn’t it strike you as odd all of this?”
     “All of what exactly?” he asked and I knew then that he wasn’t going to make things easy on me.
     “Two days ago we were mortal enemies. I nearly killed us both when I defended Harry.”
     “I was there Granger, I remember,” he drawled. “Why did you cast that spell anyways? Don’t say to save Harry from the Cruciatus curse either. I mean what was your thinking in using Bombarda?” he asked.
     “Well, I hate Unforgiveables, so let’s just get that out of the way first. Also, and don’t get your ego all up when I say this, but something changed in your dueling.You used to be slow and overconfidant and it was always your undoing that overconfidence, but on the train you got off not one but two spells, and hard ones at that in the amount of time that it took Harry to get even the one off.”
     “His missed too,” Draco gleamed.
     “Yeah, exactly. So when I used Bombarda I did it to put some distance between you and Harry. Your Stupefy dropped him and he lost his wand when he smacked against the floor. He was laying close to the end of the car in front of the caboose and I was quite afraid that in his dazed condition he might fall onto the tracks, that, or your Unforgiveable curse would cause him to writhe in agony again, this time right off the train. I was also afraid that you might get off yet another curse, perhaps the killing curse since your dueling reparatee had seemed to advance by several levels in a short amount of time.”
     “So you used Bombarda to blast the bolts and fittings that connected the two cars together in order to sever the caboose, which need I remind you that you and I were both standing in, from the rest of the train? Granger, if you wanted to be alone with me you just had to ask,” he said and I nearly spat my tea out at him in a fit of giggles. “So what did you think you would do had your plan worked? Did you not think that I might turn my wand on you next?” he asked me and I was dreading answering it even though it was a fair question.
     “Yeah I knew you would.”
     “And? You thought you could take me, hmm?”
     “Yes Draco, I thought I could disarm you if need be. Without having to watch out for Harry, I figured that I could turn all of my attention onto you, and in so disarm you, that, or Totalus your arse before you got the next spell off.”
     “Pretty overconfidant, don’t you think? Sound like anyone else you know?” he said and he definately had a point. I'd never thought of it in that way, but he was right. I was acting far too overconfidant which is probably why my spell didn't go off as planned. Sure, it separated the cars and did in effect what I had planned in that it put distance between Draco and Harry. The Hogwarts Express kept right on chugging down the tracks after my spell, but then, well, it put Draco and I in absolute peril. It was stupid of me.
     “ It was an error, and it still bothers me,” I finally said. I didn't have to show him all my cards.
     “Why, because your error gave me a concussion?”
     “Well now that you mention it, yes, but what I really meant was that I don’t like making errors, which is why we need to talk about this budding romance that is going on between us.”
     “I don’t know if I should feel wounded or not. Your ego is skyhigh Miss Granger,” he said and he shot me a wink.
     “Look Draco, I’m not going to mince words. I have developed feelings for you, feelings that don’t make sense to me and of which developed at far too rapid a rate. I caught myself peeking at you whilst you bathed and that isn’t like me. I feel I should apologize, so, I'm sorry.”
     “You saw me eh? Well, I can’t say that I mind, though I’m flattered that you did. It’s not a bad thing, Granger,” he beamed with pride and I let out the breath I’d been holding.
     “Draco, I don’t think you are understanding me well enough and that’s my fault not yours. Let me ask you this, in your pursuit of girls—“
     “Women,” he interjected.
     “Girls or women, whatever the term it’s all the same.”
     “No, it’s not. Girls are the witches we go to school with, women are the Professors. There is a big difference.”
      “Okay, yes there is a difference I suppose. But what I meant was—Wait a minute! Are you saying that when you told me that you hadn’t been with a woman in a year that you were referring to one of the Professors at Hogwarts?” I asked, feeling discombobulated and more than a little flabbergasted.
     “Yeah, what of it?”
     “You’re sleeping with one of the Professors?” I asked incredulously. "Which one?"
     “No cupcake,” he said and he placed his index finger on the tip of my nose, “I’m saying that I was fucking a woman who happened to be a Professor. Past tense, as in over.”
SMACK
     I couldn’t help it, I felt so angry upon hearing him say that he was sleeping with a Professor that I hauled off and slapped him right across the face. His tea spilled and he stood up, furious with me. “What the fuck Granger? I don’t have another shirt to put on. You’re going to wash this out for me I’ll have you know. That really hurt,” he said holding his hand over the cheek that I slapped.
     “You had sex with one of the Professor’s? You are positively revolting!”
     “I fucked her once or twice, three times perhaps, but that was in the past and it wasn’t revolting, not at the time. I swear if I had a wand right now,” he said with narrowed eyes and gritted teeth.
     “If you had a wand you’d what? Because I am here to inform you that you wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”
     “That’s rubbish. I disarmed the Golden Boy with ease.”
     “That was Harry, not me!”
     “I’m fucking done with this nice chit-chat. I won’t sit here and be attacked like this.” He slammed his tea cup down on the small, wooden coffee table and brushed past me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I had to do something, correct misconceptions and yet he was throwing his coat on and he looked exactly like the Malfoy I had come to know over our years together at Hogwarts. He actually looked menacing and I immediately regretted the way I’d judged him and then challenged him. I can be a complete idiot at times.
     “I’m sorry Draco, please don’t go.” He stopped for a moment with his back to me and then he opened the door to the tent and went out into the blustery cold. Tears sprang from my eyes and I cursed myself for being so stupid and immature.
~~~~~~0~~~~~~
     I sat there alone, crying like a complete basket case. It actually hurt to be separated from him which only reinforced my opinion, the conclusion that I’d come to on my own but hadn’t been able to convey to Draco because of my own big mouth and my unending tendency to put my foot into it at times. The only rational conclusion that I could even possibly come to after such a short amount of time in deliberations was that he and I, were in fact under a love spell. I wanted to know what Draco thought of the idea, but now he was gone and each step that he took that led him further away from the tent and from me felt like daggers piercing my heart. I needed to be close to him. Needed! This was most definitely the work of a spell and even if he couldn’t see that, I could. “Please come back,” I whimpered and then I felt him drawing near. I could feel him, it was completely bizarre. He was upset and angry and I could feel that too. He was outside the tent but he’d stopped, he wasn’t coming in, so I hurriedly put my boots and coat on and exited the tent. I had to find him and make things right.
     “Get away from me Granger. I’m not responsible for what I might do to you right now.”
     “You’re not going to do anything to me,” I said as I approached the blond. He was standing stock still, staunchly, almost regally, next to a large tree whose branches were covered in snow and whose shape was undeniably unique.
     “I’m a Death Eater, remember?” he drawled, his expression cold as ice.
     “No, you’re not. Harry was wrong about that, I know that now. Besides, you don’t have the mark on your arm, which is a good thing because I really, really like your arms, especially when they’re holding me,” I said and I bit my lip as I trod through the snow to where he was standing with his hands shoved into the deep pockets of his trench coat. “Draco, I am really sorry for slapping you. I had no right. I’m even more sorry for what I said about you being revolting. You’re anything but revolting, in fact that is what I wanted to talk to you about.”
     “I don’t want to talk, just leave me alone, Mudblood.”
     “Mudblood? Back to that are we? Okay, fine Draco, you want to stand out here and insult me when I’m trying in earnest to apologize to you? You want to call me Mudblood, a name that cuts me to be bone which you know already otherwise you wouldn’t call me it, then fine go ahead? I’m sorry I ever fell in love with you! I’m out,” I said feeling quite bruised and battered as I turned my back on the blond and sulked away. That’s when I felt his hand on my arm and then he was pulling me backwards. He brought me to his chest where he hugged onto me for what felt like it was for dear life. I understood that feeling too because I also was feeling much the same way. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight, for fear of ever letting go.
     “You love me? I need to know, were you telling the truth? Don’t play me Granger, tell me the truth, are you falling in love with me?” he said and he wore a serious expression as he lifted my chin to face him.
     “I think it’s too soon for all out love, but blossoming love, yes I’m falling for you and there isn’t anything that I can do to stop it. I wanted to know if you thought it was some sort of spell because it’s all happening too fast? I’m worried Draco. I’m scared! I want you so much. I want you to make love to me and to love me back but I’m so afraid,” I said through tears and then he was cradling my face in his strong hands.
     “Listen to me, Hermione,” he said, his mouth only centimeters from my face."I’m falling for you too, and you’re right this is moving far too fast. I’ve never been in love before though and I’m not going to pretend that I know what it feels like to love or be loved in return, because I’ve never had that in my life. It’s all new, but it doesn’t scare me either. My life is such shit Granger, such shit. You have no idea. I know that I’m probably not going to live past this year. Once the Dark Lord hears about the shit on the train I’m done for.”
     “What?” I said wiping my tears away and feeling as if the boom had just been lowered on me. “You never said anything. Will he kill you if you go back?”
     “Yes. Hermione, I’m not ever going back.”
     “Oh Draco,I will help you. The Order will help you. Draco, why would he kill you, you haven’t done anything? We, the Order, we can help you. It’s going to be alright Draco, I promise. I really have grown to care so much for you. You’re so different than I ever imagined and once Harry knows that, and Dumbledore and all the others, oh Draco please don’t worry I won’t let anything happen to you,”I said feeling so much pity for the blond that he should have to lead his life worrying from day to day on whether or not he’d be killed, it just didn’t seem fair to have to live like that. “I need you so much and spell or no spell, I’m ready now. I want you to make love to me.”
     His lips were molten as he pressed his sensual kiss into me. Our lips slid together, feverishly as we made out in the falling snow next to the sturdy tree. The world seemed to stand still as he deepened our kiss. We both had tears trailing down our wind chapped cheeks and when I looked up at him I could have sworn that I was staring into the face of an angel, he looked so delicately beautiful and yet masculine all at the same time. Of course later he would open his mouth and say something off color and all doubt would be removed, but in that moment Draco was my angel lover.
     “I won’t let you do it alone,” I said and I meant it, even if I knew that I was promising something that might be hard to keep, it still made so much sense. I’d not leave him to worry about Voldemort alone, spell or no spell. “Make love to me,” I begged as I stared into the silver pools that were his eyes.
     “Yes,” he hissed and he scooped me into his arms and hastily made for the tent. That’s the second glimpse that I got of the heart shaped tree by which we were standing. It would play an important role in things to come, but at that moment I had no idea what it was other than just a beautiful tree, whose trunk branched out to form a robust and glorious heart shape, and whose bows hung sturdily in the frost and snow.
     I’d read every book in the library that had to do with sex and relationships. I knew all the right ways to communicate versus the wrong ways. I knew that there was a small amount of pain involved in the act of lovemaking, for a virgin at least, and I knew all about contraception, but all of that was right out the window when it came to my first time.
     “Are you sure about this Granger?” I nodded. I’d never been so sure of anything in my life. It just felt right. He laid me on the floor before the smoldering fire and there he knelt before me as he removed every stitch of my clothing whilst his eyes feasted over my nakedness. I’d always been modest, not even changing in front of the other girls in the dorm, but when he looked at me with those majestic eyes, eyes that were full of want and need I felt beautiful, exotic even, like the Queen of Sheba or Cleopatra and I wanted him to see me, all of me. My breaths came as sharp gasps when he began to disrobe. I was captivated by his perfect manliness. His skin was pale but it had a healthy glow. He was tall and lean but his muscles were defined and on his chest he had a soft patch of hair that was angel soft to the touch and which matched the line of blond hair that fell down his stomach in a line and then disappeared beneath his trousers. Merlin I wanted him. I watched with eager anticipation as he unzipped his trousers and lowered his garments for me see him naked in all his masculine glory. Whether or not it made sense, whether or not it was a spell didn’t matter at all. I was falling in love and I was ready.
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     “Oh,” I said and I winced when he pushed past my virginity. He clasped his hands in mine and then raised my arms above my head as he penetrated me, all the while holding me with his piercing eyes. His hips rolled into me, slowly at first, with long, deep strokes and I inhaled when I felt every bit of his length press inside me.
     “You feel amazing,” he said in a deep, guttural voice and I let out a soft moan when my womanly juices gushed with pleasure. It burned a little at first even with my own wetness to help matters, but that soon gave way to electrifying jolts of pleasure that sent tingles from my head down to my toes. He was rocking over me, in me, our bodies flush and hot against one another. The fire crackled with delight and then all at once Draco stopped and withdrew his manhood from me. I let out a deflated sigh upon feeling the loss and I opened my eyes, worried that something was wrong but then I squealed when I felt his tongue hot against the swollen flesh of my bud. My legs fell to the side where his tongue ravaged me. He was an expert and I couldn’t control my wild moans. My head thrashed from side to side as he assaulted my clit with ferverent passion. It was more than I bargained for and I was quickly coming unglued as he licked and sucked me into oblivion.
     “Come for me Hermione,” he said and upon hearing his words I gushed. I was climbing the walls as my climax hit me. It was like a tidal wave of bliss as it crashed down over me. My head was in the stars when I felt him enter me again, only this time it did not hurt one bit. He was rolling his hips into me, faster this time around, our bodies dancing to a sweet symphony as his strokes became deeper and more forceful. His pace picked up and his breaths became hard and quick, his moans increasing. I can’t begin to describe how incredible it all felt. “You're so bloody hot, I can’t hold on anymore,” he moaned out, his voice raspy and oozing with sex. “Come with me baby,” he purred and then his pleasure filled groans brought me to a second climax. His words were like music to my ears and I was only mildly aware that I too was moaning in unison with him. It really was amazing--not at all like the stories I’d heard from other girls at school when they described their first time with a boy whilst I pretended to not be listening. When our lovemaking concluded, we lay there entwined in embrace for a long while. With my head on his chest I relished in being able to listen to his heartbeat return to normal while he gently caressed his fingers through my hair. I knew right then and there that I would never again be the same. How could I?
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     “Do you think it’s a spell?” I said lying in the crook of his arm. It was my new favorite place to be. Home.
     “If it is a spell then we ought to bottle it and sell it. We would make a fortune,” Draco said and he leaned down and gave me a sensual peck on the lips.
     “I want this to last forever,” I said naively.
     “It will if you wish it,” someone said and both Draco and I both heard his voice at exactly the same time as we sprung to our feet, surprised.
     “Who the fuck are you and where did you come from?” Draco said with the demeanor of a pit viper. I’d almost forgotten that he had the ability to do that.
     “I am the keeper of this land that you wandered onto.” He was a man in his thirties perhaps, with a neatly trimmed beard and some of the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. He spoke calmly, but what worried me the most was the wand that he held in his right hand, a wand that was pointed straight at Draco. I knew that matters could go from bad to worse in mere seconds, so I scrambled for my clothes and then I threw my legs into my jeans as fast as witchly possible. Draco though, well he ran naked into the kitchen area where he produced a butcher knife, all the while griping about not having his wand. It’s a fair thing to complain about as I felt naked without my wand too.
     “Did Voldemort send you? Please don’t hurt him. I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt Draco,” I pleaded as I threw on my shirt and then stood in front of Draco to protect him from the stranger.
     “Get behind me Hermione,” Draco said but I didn’t want to. Everything in me told me to stand my ground, to protect Draco. That’s just who I am, but I wanted to show my new love his due respect, so I did as he asked and stepped back, behind him.
     “I’ll cut you,” Draco threatened and he waved the knife in the air, jabbing it forward in a show of his amateurish knife fighting ability.
     “No you won’t,” the strange man said and suddenly the knife was thrown from the blond’s hand as it clacked against the floor of the tent. “Nobody has to fight anyone. I’m not here to hurt either of you. I’m a friend to you both. Please get dressed and join me by the fire,” he said and then he turned his back to us. Draco immediately went to retrieve the knife but when he reached for it, it leapt of its own accord as it scuttled across the floor. We both stopped and looked at one another with wide eyes.
     “I will fuck this guy up if he so much as lays one finger on you,” Draco said with gritted teeth.
     “I know you will, but for right now let’s just play along. He might be telling the truth. Let’s just listen to him and hear him out, alright?” I said in an attempt to calm my new boyfriend down. After a moment or two he nodded in agreement. “Alright, now get dressed Dragon. I’ll keep my eye on him while your back is turned.”
     “He saw you naked,” Draco complained as he hurriedly dressed. “I’m really angry about that. You’re mine.”
     “Yes, I am so it doesn’t matter about that.” In truth I wasn’t very happy that he had seen me naked either but Draco was already enraged so I wasn’t about to admit that.
     “You called me Dragon,” he said as almost an afterthought. “I like that, a lot actually,” he said and then when he was dressed he put a protective arm around me and we slowly made our way back into the sitting area where the man had helped himself to a cup of our tea.
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     I thought it was cute how he would hold me, always keeping a hand or arm on me as if to claim me as his property. Normally that would irk me. I’m truly a feminist at heart but it didn’t bother me that Draco wanted to take the lead, in fact I admired it. Often times it bothered me when Harry refused to take the lead. I didn’t think lesser of Harry because of it, but I did worry that he might have a tough time stepping up to lead when the time came for him to do so. He usually proved me wrong on all accounts so my worries were for naught, but even so, I liked that Draco was willing to take a stand for something because as far as I could tell he had been dragged along by his father and his evil plots for as long as I’d known him. So right or wrong, I wasn’t going to ask Draco to step back, even if his terse manner of speaking to the stranger was not really beneficial to our situation. He had the wand, we didn’t.
     “I waited until after you consummated your marriage. I’m sorry if my intrusion caused any alarm,” the man said as he took the last remaining gulp of tea that was in the cup.
     “Our w-w-what?” Draco stuttered. My eyes went wide upon his hearing his words.
     “Your marriage. Let me be the first to congratulate you both. We haven’t had a snow wedding here for quite some time. The Watti say they bring good fortune and luck to the couple who receive that blessing. They’re special you know? You’re awfully lucky to have been chosen,” he said and he smiled warmly and stuck out his hand for us to shake it. Draco looked stunned, his expression taking on the look of someone who was completely blindsided. I too was dumbfounded and my lips were quivering.
     “I’m sorry what did you just say? Are you under the false assumption that we are married?” I asked.
     “Well it’s not false. You declared your love under the boughs of the Matrimonial Tree and then you consummated the marriage. Congratulations!” he said again, this time with more vigor than before.
     “Draco—Draco sit down you don’t look right,” I said when the blond turned a whiter shade of pale and then all at once collapsed.
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