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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 23 – Morning delight

Draco was awoken from his contented sleep by a concentrated beam of light shining into his sleep filled eyes. He looked around groggily, squinting as his sight was assaulted by the early morning sun, as it shone through his undrawn curtains. The birds could be heard singing and chirping a cheerful song, which led Draco to stare out of the window, his eyes adjusting to the light. From his position on the bed he could see the sky, the bright blue canopy, a background for the scarce white clouds as they floated by. He waved his hand lazily as his wand began to project the time, revealing that it had barely turned 6.

A small content sigh from the brunette witch whose body was intertwined with his own, distracted him, it brought a gratified smile to his face. He gently moved on to his side, his head resting on his hand, his position obscuring the sun in favour of admiring the one girl he harboured so much love for. His passion for the tiny witch ran deeper than his own blood; this thought should have worried him, yet it didn’t. Malfoy’s didn’t love, that was common knowledge, his own parents never married for love, it was only after years of coexisting that they developed a mutual affection for one another, but Draco couldn’t find it in himself to reject the feeling, he knew that he was helplessly and irrevocably in love with Hermione Granger. His father would turn in his grave if he knew that his only son and heir would lay down his life for a mudblood. But truth be told he didn’t care, despite being in a territory he was so unfamiliar with. Draco knew he was well out of his depth.

Shaking his head to dismiss his negative musings he looked over her petite yet curvy frame. He began lusting over how deliciously inviting she looked wrapped up in his Slytherin green silk sheets. Her golden brown curls were splayed out on the pillow, creating a halo around his innocent, angelic Lioness. Draco chuckled out loud at this thought. The very same lioness that had been so uninhibited the prior night, her behaviour had yielded to her own animalistic desires and needs.

Draco smiled, knowing that he would be the only person to see her amidst the throes of passion. Observing Hermione’s sleeping form; Draco thanked every Deity for her, and the fact that somehow despite their shared history she reciprocated some feelings. What she felt for him he was unsure, but when she had told him, that she had chosen him, he’d been speechless. He was sure that he was trapped in some twisted dream that was teasing him with the one thing he wanted most…Hermione’s love.

Draco began relaxed ministrations, trailing his fingers over Hermione’s peaceful face. He started at her smooth forehead, tracing invisible symbols; he descended down her face following the bridge of her button nose. His fingers brushed against her cheek acquainting them with the sensation of her soft, luxurious and supple skin under his own. He traced the outline of her amber eyes, the brown of her eyelashes fanning out, beautifully enhancing their almond shape. Her eyes fluttered delicately under his touch.

His eyes darted to her soft pink lips catching her licking her lips, the light gloss of her saliva inviting him to place an array of kisses on her cupid bow lips. He attempted to withhold the desire to kiss her, enough to familiarise himself with them. He noticed that her bottom lip was much fuller than her top, he pondered if it was from all the years of abuse it had endured when Hermione worried it with her teeth. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the sensitive flesh; before he leant down to steal a kiss from his very own sleeping beauty. The novelty didn’t elude Draco when Hermione awoke from her slumber, a soft smile gracing her features.

“Morning, Princess.” Draco whispered to his rousing lioness.

“Mmm… Morning.” She said returning the kiss Draco had awoken her with.

“How did you sleep?” He asked brushing a curl from her face, as he began to wind it around his finger.

Hermione reached out to stroke Draco’s face.

“I slept well. It was different having you beside me, but in a good way. You know?”

Draco smiled and nodded, he did know. Last night was the first night he hadn’t awoken in the middle of the night covered in sweat, panting in sheer panic as he fought with his sheets. Ever since he’d joined the Dark Lord’s ranks, a position that had been hard-pressed on him from a young age, he’d suffered severely distressing nightmares. Reliving the horrors he’d had the displeasure of witnessing. Last night had been the first night in the last two years where he had not only slept through the entire night, but that he hadn’t encountered a nightmare. He’d dreamt of his future, a future that he wanted and a future that was now a possibility to have, all thanks to the witch beside him.

“A Knut for your thoughts, my snake?” Hermione asked tentatively. Draco smiled at the, my snake comment, he decided that it was now or never to put a name to what they were.

“Princess, what does all this mean now? What are we?” he asked indicating at the two of them with a hand gesture. Hermione thought for a while. She wasn’t sure what they were, was Draco her Boyfriend? She didn’t know, she’d never had a boyfriend before, he would be her first, in more ways than one she imagined. Hermione knew how she felt towards Draco, but putting those emotions into words would be hard, she didn’t want to seem to overly keen, was it possibly to fall in love with someone after only a few weeks of dating, she wasn’t sure.

“I’m not sure, what do you think we are?” she asked, trailing her fingers over his exposed toned stomach, her fingers toyed aimlessly with the trail of soft blonde hair below his navel.

“I know what I want you to be.” He said lifting Hermione’s eyes to his own, he saw a flicker of something, but he wasn’t quick enough to catch it.

“What’s that?” she asked worrying her bottom lip, Draco ran his thumb over her lip, relinquishing it from her teasing, and his own, for some reason that simply action sent a pang of need to his groin.

Draco inhaled deeply, what he was about to say took a lot of courage. Was it too early for a shot of firewhiskey? He was sure he’d need the Dutch courage.

“Right now…I’d like to call you my girlfriend.” Hermione smiled up at him, her amber eyes twinkling at the revelation. “But…” Hermione visibly stiffened at the, but, if she had learnt anything in her life it was that buts usually lead to disappointment, she suddenly felt the euphoria begin to be replaced with anxiety.

“I believe that Dumbledore will request a meeting with the two of us to reveal the rest of fates plan. That said what I am about to say is my own, it’s the thing I want so strongly. What I want you to be, whether it now or later is well…” he took another deep breath, he picked up Hermione’s hand, running his free one through his bed ruffled hair.

His mouth had all of a sudden become unbearably dry, which made it hard to form words. “…I…I want you to become my wife.” He said nervously.

Hermione inhaled sharply, the gasp was easily heard in the quiet of Draco’s room. Had she just heard him right? Did he just say he wanted her to be his wife? If this was indeed what he had just said, then why did the notion not scare her?

Draco shuffled slightly amongst the ruffled sheets.

“Hermione, My Lioness. You’re everything I could hope for and more. I already know you are the one for me, regardless of us being soul mates. My heart belongs to you, and only you. Nothing would please me more than being able to take your hand in holy matrimony and make you Mrs Draco Malfoy. I want to make you the happiest witch alive, comfort you when you’re sad and above all, Hermione. If you’ll let me, I want to love you until the day I die.”

Hermione smiled brightly, before she leant forward and pressed her lips gently to his, she pulled back slowly, relishing the sight that was her boyfriend. His eyes were closed, his beautiful lips slightly parted from their kiss. He looked in Hermione’s opinion, Perfect.

“I don’t know what the future holds, Draco. Nor do you. But what I do know is that as long as I spend my life, starting now, with you beside me, I will be the happiest witch to walk the halls of Hogwarts.”

Draco opened his eyes “so what about marriage?” he asked picking up her other slender hand, holding them both in his own.

“I should be panicking at the idea.” She confessed. “I should be saying that it’s too soon, that we’re too young. But, I can’t, it just sounds and feels right.” Draco pulled her into a passionate kiss, his tongue battling with her own fighting for dominance, Hermione soon submitted. Her body was pulled flush against Draco’s; her breasts were pressed against Draco’s chest. The two soon parted with breathless panting. His breath was tickling the fine strands of hair on her neck.

“Hermione Granger, Princess. I don’t know how you did it, but you’ve stolen my heart and made me feel something a Malfoy has never felt….Love. I love you, Hermione.”

Hermione pulled back to look Draco in his silvery blue eyes. The emotions that played out in his eyes took her breath away: Love, adoration, respect and above all…Hope.

Hermione knew his reason for hope; it was as if she were Juliet and he Romeo, they were two star crossed lovers caught amidst a war of the light and dark. She wondered how it came to be that two people, who predominantly loathed each other for most of their childhoods, came to fall in love. Hermione tried to forget the impending threat that hung above their heads, more so now. If the news of their new found romance fell into the hands of the wrong person, the consequences could be fatal.

Hermione shook her head from her musings, she didn’t want to think about that, she just wanted to live in the here and now, with the man she loved…the man she loved. She loved him!

She looked Draco deep in his eyes, he looked apprehensive.

“I love you too, Draco.” She said a small tear escaping her amber eyes.

“Hey, Mi. Why are you crying?” he asked suddenly concern, she’d said she loved him too, why was she crying about that?

Hermione sniffled, as Draco soothed the fallen tear away from her cheek. Hermione laughed.

“I just realised that I love you. I really love you. Oh Draco. I thought I loved Ron, Once upon a time. But being here with you, I know now. That wasn’t love, this is love. You love me and I love you, it’s just indescribable.”

Draco laughed softly at his girlfriend’s ramblings; he was secretly elated to hear her admit that she knew that she had never really loved the Weasel.

“You… you called me, Mi?” she asked confused

“I know.” Draco said pulling her into a lying position, her head resting on his chest as if it were a pillow, his fingers trailing down her arms.

“Why?” she asked cocking her head to look up at him.

“Well it’s short for your name. Your friends call you Mione; I didn’t want to call you that. I wanted a name that only I could call you, and well it kind of has a second meaning. I mean well, you’re my girlfriend, my heart and soul, my reason for living. So it seemed fitting to call you Mi.”

Hermione pondered over his words, they fell into a comfortable silence as she did, Draco’s eyes were resting shut as his hand made its way through her curly tresses.

“I like it.” She said finally.

Draco smiled. The two inched closer until they fell back into a restful slumber.

******

The couple awoke to the beeping of Hermione’s alarm; both were smiling brightly at their counterpart. Draco nuzzled closer into Hermione’s neck inhaling her scent deeply, she smelt like freshly baked cookies, it was sweet and comforting, he’d never noticed that before. Hermione began unwrapping herself from his body and climbing out of Draco’s large four poster bed, in an attempt to get ready to go down for breakfast. She looked back at Draco to find him pouting, which only caused her to laugh.

“Why are you pouting, Draco?” she asked brushing his fringe away from his eyes.

Draco pouted even more so, it looked comical to Hermione which only caused her to laugh even more. Before she knew it he had grabbed her by the waist and was pulling her back into the bed, her body pinned into the soft mattress, the weight of Draco’s body preventing her from moving.

“Does my pouting amuse you, Lioness?” he said nipping at her neck, the nipping elicited a soft mewling from Hermione.

“Yes, it does my dear snake. Might I ask your reason for pouting?” she replied.

Draco narrowed the gap between their bodies; he could already feel all the blood in his body rush to his anticipated member. “I merely mourned the loss of heat from the ravishing witch with whom is now under me.” She giggled. “I do apologise, however we’ll be late for breakfast.” Draco cocked an eyebrow. “If I let you leave the bed that is.” He said with a smirk. Hermione shook her head “we do have to make an appearance at breakfast.” She said earnestly. Draco kissed his way down her collarbone sucking on sensitive parts of her flesh, worrying it with his teeth, marking her as his. “And what if my breakfast is already here.” He said trailing a digit over the gusset of her boy shorts, the part he knew would be hiding his hidden treasure. Hermione moaned at the contact, how was it that he had managed to turn her on, how had he managed to make her crave his touch? Her moan had only encouraged him as he trailed his digit repeatedly over the material, a small damp spot beginning to form.

Hermione knew she was getting wet, she could feel it, it didn’t help knowing how aroused Draco was, she could feel his length pulsating against her thigh, it was so deliciously close to her core, it would be easy for him to just take her now. Merlin she was wet enough for him. Hermione leant forward her lips touching Draco’s as they began to kiss deeply and passionately, her body pulled him forwards as she leant backwards into the awaiting pillows. Draco was nestled in between her thighs; his hard length was pressed directly at her entrance, the flimsy material of their pyjamas preventing him from thrusting into her. Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist which intern only aligned them even more so. The direct contact made them both moan in ecstasy. “Merlin, Mi. You’re so beautiful.” He hissed in her ear, as he nibbled on the outer shell.

His hands roamed her body, fondling her breasts, tweaking the hardening nipples, the action causing Hermione to gasp and arch her back, forcing her perky breasts into his hands. His hands continued lower, back to the secret place her boy shorts covered; Draco stretched the gusset exposing the lips of her perfectly pink pussy.

“Do you trust me?” Draco whispered in her ear before moving lower and nibbling on her pulse point, Hermione was visibly shaking from all the pent up sexual frustration “Y…yes” she said pulling his lips to hers. Draco deepened the kiss his hands working their way back to the flimsy material between her legs; stretching the fabric once again he trailed his finger through her glistening folds. Hermione broke the kiss with an incoherent plea, he knew what she wanted, what she needed. Draco moved his fingers up to the tiny bundle of nerves that he knew would bring his Lioness her release, the release he was desperate to give her. His fingers expertly circled next to her clit, stimulating it agonizingly slow. Hermione was mumbling incoherently, he knew she was close she was grasping onto the sheet for dear life, her hips pushing up, urging him to move faster.

She moved her hands onto his body pulling him closer, He could feel her nails begin to slowly penetrate his skin, and he knew there was a chance that she would draw blood, the pain however only seemed to heighten his own arousal. Her writhing beneath him was giving him the friction that he craved which brought his impending release closer. Draco continued to flick Hermione’s nub, he watched as her body shook violently as she tried to stop herself from thrashing out, a soft sheen of sweat had formed on her body. Knowing that he had prolonged her release long enough he gave a gently squeeze to her sensitive nub, that he knew would cause her to fall into oblivion.

The sound of his name followed by oh god oh god had Draco holding on to his own release, he knew it was tightening and eating away in his groin begging for its relief. During her orgasm Hermione had writhed uncontrollably as the waves of intense desire washed through her body her thigh had moved directly under Draco’s throbbing length, until he could no longer hold off. His seed spilled out swiftly, coating himself in his own essence, his body shaking violently along with Hermione’s as his orgasm overtook his body.

Draco collapsed on top of Hermione, both of their breathing was haggard and erratic, in an attempt to recollect themselves. Draco removed his body from Hermione’s, subsiding beside her, he quickly gathered her in his arms, placing loving kisses on her forehead. “Merlin, Mi, you’re a vixen. You have such a control over me and you don’t even know it.” He said.

Hermione smiled lazily, their tryst obviously tiring her out. “You were…wow.” She said still having the inability to form a coherent sentence. Draco was content holding Hermione against him, he could feel her breathing began to mellow out, he stared down at her, watching as her closed eyes fluttered slightly, Draco breath a satisfied sigh.

Their afterglow of euphoria was short lived however when a tall Italian boy walked through his bedroom door his face turned away as he chatted away to the red headed girl following behind him.

******

“Good Morning, Ginny you’re looking as beautiful as ever.” Blaise said leaning forward placing a kiss on her cheek.

Ginny blushed, “Morning, Blaise.” She replied. Ginny was on her way to help Hermione get ready as she usually did on a morning when she had inadvertently bumped into Blaise on the way to the head dorm. “Where are you heading off to?” he asked, walking with Ginny.

“To see, Mione. It’s a routine we have, but I’m already running late, she’ll kill me, she hates being late to anything.” She said smiling fondly at Blaise. Blaise nodded. “I’m heading in that direction, I was considering seeing Drake, mind if I accompany you?” he asked, Ginny was shock that he had asked to walk with her; any other guy would have just followed. “Sure she replied brightly.

The two walked toward the head dorms deep in discussion about the previous night’s events, the two of them had enjoyed their night, finding entertainment in making others happy. They both knew that their actions from the night before would be causing quite a stir in the great hall this morning. Climbing through the portrait they made their way up the stairs to the narrow hallway that contained the two doors that led to both of their respective friends bedrooms.

“Would it be okay if I could walk you to the hall for breakfast, Ginny?” Blaise asked turning to face her. Ginny smiled “that would be lovely, meet me in the common room okay?” she replied, Blaise gave her a bright smile before turning the door handle of Draco’s door, he began walking through the door, his attention still on Ginny. “I’ll see you soon, Carissimi.” He said before turning to face the view before him.

Blaise’s brown eyes enlarged with shock, a smirk forming on his lips. Draco’s piercing silvery blue eyes meeting his. Despite the frustration and agitation on Draco’s face and the embarrassment and shock on Hermione’s, Blaise could say with conviction that he had never seen either of them look happier.

“Morning Drake, Mione.” He said inclining his head at the couple, his smirk still in place.

It was at this time that Ginny retreated from Hermione’s room, unaware of the situation in the opposing bedroom.

“Hey, Blaise. Have you seen M…?” Ginny was unable to finish her sentence having turned and seen the view before her. Ginny’s azure eyes twinkled brightly.

“I believe we have some talking to do, Mione.” Ginny enthused. Hermione groaned and pulled a pillow over her head which caused Draco to laugh.

“Mi, we’re going to be late for breakfast, go with Red and get ready. I’ll see you soon, okay?” he said prying the pillow from Hermione’s vice like grip. Slipping from the bed for the second time, she waved her hand transfiguring a dressing gown from her dress. The last thing she wanted was for Blaise to see her in her rather trivial pyjamas. Blaise simply raised an eyebrow as she began retreating from the bed, only to be caught by the wrist by Draco who initiated a parting kiss. Hermione literally ran from the room after that, Ginny exited rolling her eyes, laughing softly to herself.

Hermione was definitely still innocent, despite whatever had occurred in Draco’s room, Ginny knew she’d get the details, and she was looking forward to finding out every single one.

A/N: So here is a shorter chapter for you, I just wanted to deepen the connection between Hermione and Draco with this chapter. The next chapter is going to be fun, I have a few pairings coming up, and we’ll see the result of Ginny and Blaise’s ‘entertainment’

Carissimi: means dearest one

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Love to all you fantastic readers and Reviewers.

Love D xx
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