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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42452 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

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Hermione stroked Draco's fine hair from where he'd settled them on the bed a while ago. A part of her mourned that she would never remember what had transpired this night, but she knew Draco was right. If she went tomorrow knowing the things she did now she didn't think she could go through with it. No matter how hard she tried to be, she was not as brave as Harry or Moody or Tonks. She never would be.
Her stomach clenched when she thought of another life that might possibly be snuffed out before it had even begun. A child, her child, a child made with Draco. What if…?
Hermione stopped herself. She couldn't think like that. It would never be. Whether there was a baby in there or not she would be dead soon. She mourned for the life of a child who would never get a chance, even though she didn't know if there even was one. At least no one else would know. No one but Draco that was.
She forced herself to think of happy things, of the beautiful moments she'd shared with Draco tonight. Her heart swelled at his words, his comfort, the knowledge that what they'd shared had been real. He loved her. She'd never been happier in her entire life as she had been when she'd heard his admission. He had grown so much in the last few weeks it was inconceivable. She was so proud of his drastic change, finally finding the man he wanted to be.
And he'd come to their side, he was helping them win. She glanced at the Dark Mark emblazoned on his arm whose hand was currently wrapped in hers, a Muggle-born's. She smiled, knowing that he was going to fight the Death Eaters alongside them, that he was going to fight for her, that when this was all over, everyone would see the man he truly was and he would have a chance at a wonderful future.
Warm and comforted, she felt herself drifting off.
"Hey! No falling asleep!" Draco nudged her with his shoulder and she groaned grumpily. She was so tired, she'd barely slept since they'd arrived and it had to be well after midnight. She would be woken in a few short hours. She knew the moment she drifted to sleep she would forget about Draco and her heart clenched at the thought, but she'd never know once she woke what she'd missed. What did it matter anymore?
"Come on, a few more hours. That's all we have. Do you really want to spend that time sleeping?"
Yes.
She was being lifted and sent unceremoniously to the floor where her bum and the hardwood met acquaintance.
"Ow!" she complained, lifting herself onto her elbow and glaring at Draco. Well, she was awake now. "What was that for?"
He grinned and crossed his arms haughtily. "You wouldn't get up."
"That's no reason for you to go throwing me on the floor!"
"I didn't throw you, I gently dropped you."
"Same thing! My bum still hurts either way!" She rubbed her aching rear as she got to her feet. Imitating his arrogant demeanor she crossed her arms and lifted one eyebrow.
"Well? You got me up. Now what was so important?"
"This." In an instant he had her in his arms, kissing her deeply. He twirled her around and shoved her backward until her back hit the wall and she moaned in desire. It was so hot when he did this…
His hands were in her hair, gripping and pulling her towards his mouth so he could plunder hers more thoroughly. She loved when he took control and exerted his strength and need for her. But right now, she wanted something else. She wanted the power she had felt when she had taken him into her mouth, that absolute control over him. She wanted to show him just how much she desired him. Placing her hands on his chest she shoved him away and, knowing she couldn't overcome him with physical force, threw him against the wall with a wave of her hand.
"Hey!" he protested but she pounced him, jumping into his arms and locking herself around his waist, taking his mouth as he had taken hers. She remembered the time when he had shoved her against that tree and a shiver ran up her spine. She felt herself growing wetter by the minute while she took charge and trailed her lips down the side of his neck like he did to her and realizing that she took great pleasure in this part of his anatomy. Drawing his earlobe into her mouth she smiled proudly when he hissed in pleasure and she felt his enormous erection pressing up towards her sex. She rubbed against him wantonly, loving his growl of approval as he gripped her bare rear and pulled her tighter to his chest, her wet lips dragging along his length, exciting them both.
Hermione took his mouth again, gripping the hair at the back of his neck as she nibbled on his lips. From the sounds he was emitting he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this new brazen side of her, so she decided to move on to round two.
Lowering herself down she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the bed where she shoved him onto his back and crawled on top of him. Smiling at her bright idea, she snapped her fingers and his arms yanked above his head and glued themselves to the bed.
"What the-?"
"Gods, I love you Draco," she purred before capturing his lips again and using her hands to revere his amazing body. She drew cherishing hands over bulging biceps and down tight abs. His skin was like velvet, so much softer than her own. She knew she was a very lucky witch indeed to have such a fine specimen of a man. She showed him how much pleasure she took from his body as her lips proceeded down his chest to his tight pink nipples where she sucked and made him growl. She loved that she could do that, make him want her as much as she wanted him.
"Merlin, Hermione! You're going to kill me! Let me touch you!"
"Nuh-uh-uh. Not until I've had my fun."
"Then get on with it, will you? This could be classified as torture, you know!"
She grinned saucily and continued on, her lips traveling ever slower down to his very erect shaft. Flicking her tongue over the slit on the top, she giggled as he moaned and strained against the invisible bonds she had placed upon him. Still, she didn't give him what he wanted. She licked the weeping tip clean, moving to his hips that jutted against his skin, nipping before laving her tongue along the v-line of his hips. She loved this particular part of his body and took her time praising it before lowering to his heavy sack. She'd never thought about kissing this part of a man before, but she wanted to taste all of him, so she tenderly suckled the loose skin while Draco whimpered above her. He cried out as she took one aching testicle gently into her mouth and his body shuddered from her assault.
When she had finished this exploration she gently kissed the base of his member. He keened above her and she looked up at him sultrily and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Bloody hell, Hermione! Do you want me to beg?" he growled. His face was red and sweaty, his angelic blonde hair plastered to his temples. She loved the way he looked just now, so crazed with need for her that his carefully erected shield had all but shattered, leaving his emotions bare for her to see.
Enjoying the game, Hermione smirked and nodded and he immediately commenced.
"Please, Hermione, dear Merlin! Put your mouth on me, suck me, please! I need you!"
Satisfied, she took him into her mouth and felt a tingle of pleasure as he threw his head back and groaned. She sucked him harder, pulling her mouth up and down him as she kept the suction making him whimper and writhe, his hips rising to her ministrations.
As a personal conquest she tried to see how much of his member she could take into her mouth. She was disappointed when she only managed about three-quarters, but figured he was very large so it was probably an irrational goal.
Draco, however, hadn't seemed to mind at all. He groaned like a dying man and for the first time tonight she wondered if he had set up a Silencing Charm. She figured he had since they otherwise would have woken the house by now.
"Hermione, please! Let me touch you! I need you…"
She debated, cocking her head while she looked on at his desperate features. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"
She removed the charm and she was instantly lifted from her position and thrown onto the bed where she laughed and then gasped as he entered her swiftly. It was her turn to moan as he pumped into her deeply, his sweaty face directly above her own. Placing his thumb on her sensitive clit he worked her and brought her quickly to orgasm, the waves of pleasure making her buck beneath his onslaught.
When she finally floated back to earth she gave him a mind shattering kiss before using her magic once more to throw him onto the bed. Feeling like a complete harlot she slithered on top of him, enjoying the sight of his bewildered face. She didn't know if people usually did this or not but it was something she had thought about trying during her long nights alone. Positioning herself above his hips he groaned before she had even touched him.
"Yes, Hermione, gods yes!"
Steadying his dripping member with her fingers she sank onto him and reveled in the new feeling of fullness. The difference was immense. He moaned beneath her and Hermione had trouble catching her breath at this new sensation. His large hands grabbed her hips and began to show her how to move. Obviously, he had done this before.
Once she got the rhythm she moved on her own, whipping her hips down onto him and making him grunt with every plunge. She cried out as every thrust rubbed against that delicious part of her that made her eyes rolls. Draco murmured dirty words, encouraging her towards her orgasm and she was oddly turned on by it.
"Gods, you're so wet! You're so fucking perfect, you dirty little book worm. That's right, love, fuck me, just like that, just like that."
She moaned at his words, more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. She felt herself getting close again and she rammed her hips down onto him until she was screaming, allowing him to take over as he thrust up into her, dragging out the sensations until she was slumped, shuddering against him. When her eyes opened again he was grinning up at her.
"Gods, you are so fucking beautiful," Draco growled, tucking her hair behind her ear and kissing her glistening forehead. "Did you like that?"
She nodded shyly with a smile. Draco himself was grinning like a fool.
"Want me to show you something else?"
Excited, she nodded again and he lifted her off of him. She allowed him to move her but when he rolled her to her stomach and lifted her onto her elbows and knees, she started to get some second thoughts.
"Draco, I don't think-"
But he was already pressing into her and her words drowned in ecstasy.
Oh. Sweet. Merlin.
She swore he had grown twice his normal, very large size. When he began to pump slowly into her she could do nothing but groan and grab at the bedclothes like a bitch in heat. Nothing had ever felt so good, so satisfying before. Soon, she was the one begging.
"Gods, yes! Draco! Harder, harder, please! Oh, gods!"
He gave her what she wanted, shoving his cock deep into her so that she felt every luscious inch. He slammed home over and over, harder and faster as she keened uncontrollably. Hermione couldn't contain herself. She couldn't think but for the immense pleasure, it was all-consuming. She couldn't see, couldn't breathe, completely enraptured in the sensations Draco showed her. Her throat was hoarse from screaming and when he leaned forward, his hand gently encircling her throat she was overcome.
Waves of white hot heat slammed into her over and over, thrusting her from the corporeal world into a dimension of pure bliss. She thought she'd never stop and when she felt him come with her, shuddering and yelling, she came again. His fingers contracted tightly as he jerked against her, lengthening their ecstasy, drawing it out like water from a well until they were both shuddering in its wake.
Worn, Hermione slumped forward bringing Draco down with her. Panting, she waited until her heart slowed and then she was laughing, completely and utterly sated. She heard Draco behind her start to rumble with it as well and he flipped her over and kissed her, both of them still chuckling.
"Did you enjoy that, my little Gryffindor princess?" he drawled arrogantly, his signature smirk lighting up his face. Their sex-slickened bodies were wrapped around each other and Hermione rubbed her flustered cheek against his palm as he tucked sweaty tendrils behind her ear.
She smiled, trying to hide her embarrassed blush. "You know I did! I just didn't realize people did stuff like…like…"
He laughed again and she hit him playfully on his chest. "Ow! What? It's not my fault you were so sheltered!" he grinned maniacally, leaning forward to capture her lips. "Don't you worry, my love, I'll show you all you ever wanted to know."
At that, she sobered. Her face fell and she couldn't stop it, because what he had said would never transpire. He would not get to show her all the different things lovers did together. She would never wake to his tongue inside her or fall asleep in his arms, sated and flushed. She would never again writhe beneath him in desire or watch his face light up as she tried new and emboldened way to please him. She'd never grow round with their child or feel the weight of their sleeping babe in her arms.
"Oh, Hermione," he croaked as the realization of his words hit him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"
"It's alright," she whispered, stalling him. She couldn't stand the apology, the reminder of the pain they shared. She drew circles over the hairs on his chest, not able to meet his eye. "Things would have been great, you know. We could have worked, you and I. Don't you think?"
He tilted her face up to his and the devastation behind his eyes burned through her. "Yeah. Yeah, we could have made it work."
She grabbed his hand and they looked at each other for a long while, both seeing the future they would never have. "I love you, Hermione," he croaked gently. "I'll love you until I die, and I'll keep loving you forever after."
She nodded and felt the tears well again but she forced them back, burying her face in his shoulder She'd done enough crying. He folded her into his embrace and she closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of his heart beneath her ear. She could feel herself drifting off for the second time that night before she felt his embrace tighten, felt his hand tremble slightly as it rubbed down her back.
"You hungry?" he asked, his voice strained.
"What?"
"Are you hungry?"
She looked up into his face and understood immediately what had brought this on. She saw the fear shining behind his eyes and knew he was trying to keep her awake, to drag out their short time together just a little bit longer. Hermione was exhausted, but she couldn't deny him anything, so she acquiesced.
"Close your eyes."
Her brow wrinkled curiously. "Draco, what-"
"Do you have to question everything? I'm not going to bite you or anything! Well," he smirked devilishly. "Maybe a little. Just close your eyes, will you?"
Glaring at him playfully she did as he so impolitely asked. She heard movement and then he was tugging at her arms, pulling her to her feet.
"Don't open your eyes, not yet."
"Alright, alright!" she giggled. What in the world was he up to?
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly as he trailed soft kisses on her shoulder, lifting her long hair from his perusal, as he moved to her shoulder blade, the nape of her neck…
"You can open your eyes now."
He positioned himself behind her, still kissing, and she gasped.
It was beautiful. A small round table had appeared before her with a single red rose in a blue vase in the middle. Glistening china adorned with intricate carvings around the edges sat side-by-side. Deep red rose petals like the ones he had graced over her body hours ago decorated the glossy cherry wood table and candles and fireflies floated over the setting.
On a large silver platter lay rolled slices of ham with a cream filling, small triangles of various types of sandwiches, chocolates, grapes, strawberries, French bread with pads of butter, petite fours, stuffed mushrooms, deviled eggs, tomato and brie on wheat crackers. Goblets of wine and pumpkin juice accompanied their plates and on them, dancing nymphs promenaded through a forest that looked strangely like the one they had trekked through together.
She was breathless. Things like this didn't happen in real life. She felt like she was in a fairy tale. She never would have taken Draco for the romantic type, and that had been just fine with her. She'd never had a romantic gesture in her life, the closest thing she could think of was when Viktor had snuck the two of them to Madame Puddifoot's and she'd nearly gagged at the sight of the bright pink tea shop.
This, however, was nothing like that banal little shop, and it was made with such love and devotion that Hermione was momentarily speechless, having to struggle for words.
"Draco!" she finally exclaimed breathlessly, completely astonished by his extravagant display of love. "This is, I mean…Draco it's beautiful. You didn't have to do all this!"
His arms snaked around her. His lips caressed her ear, making her shiver.
"You deserve it. Go on, sit down." He hurried around her and pulled out a chair. Smiling, she sat and he pushed her towards the table and handed her another single rose, kissing her knuckles as she took it, making her belly stir. She inhaled the soft scent as he settled in the chair next to her and passed her a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"You must be thirsty after that little escapade," he said saucily, quirking his brow.
Blushing and smiling she laid down her beautiful gift, took the goblet and drank deeply because, well, maybe she was incredibly thirsty. He chuckled and sat back in his elegant chair bringing a strawberry to his lips and taking a sexy bite out of it. Wait, she told herself. Eating food isn't sexy…is it?
It turned out that when it came to Draco, it was. She watched him, enthralled as he grabbed a hunk of bread and slathered butter on it. The sight of the silver butter handle moving against the bread was…erotic. He seemed to know what he was doing to her because a signature smirk feathered across his opulent face. He brought the bread to her lips and she had some difficulty taking a bite. He waited patiently and plucked a grape from the stem, bringing it slowly to his lips while she watched in a daze.
She couldn't believe it. She was turned on. Again. Merlin's beard, hadn't she had enough sex for one night?
Draco barked in laughter, nearly choking on the fruit in his mouth.
"What in the world is so funny?" she asked confusedly.
He shook his head, a grin threatening to force his cheeks off his face. Shaking her head at the unfathomable antics of men she was just thankful he couldn't read her thoughts.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, princess."
Hermione stilled, looking up at him slowly. "What?"
Draco paled. "Er-"
"Draco Malfoy are you using Legilimency on me?"
He looked like a cornered dog. "Er, well, technically…I might have."
"Technically? Either you did or you didn't!"
"I sort of did…"
She was so angry right now she thought she might burst an artery and not have to worry about Voldemort killing her tomorrow. The look on her face cowed him and he looked at her apologetically.
"Look, I'm sorry, it's just that Snape had me practicing it all night long and I just wanted to see if I could do it!" he explained contritely. "I honestly didn't even think it would work! It might have been better if I had asked your permission…"
"Might have been, my toe! I can't believe you were doing that! You prick! You absolute prick!"
"Language!" Draco said surprised.
"Oh don't give me that! You-"
"Look, Hermione, I'm sorry, we both know I was acting like a prat. I won't do it again."
Fuming, Hermione crossed her arms over her still bare chest. So much for thinking he was romantic and sweet. He looked so penitent however that she couldn't help but forgive him.
"I suppose it is rather impressive that you picked the art up so quickly…" she muttered and he grinned, making her heart flutter. Merlin, she was in deep.
"Well, I haven't exactly figured out how to access memories yet," he confessed and looked at her deviously. "Mind if I-?"
"No."
He chuckled and put up his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine!"
She surrendered to his good humor and took her first sip of sweet wine, finding it surprisingly delicious.
Hermione realized belatedly that Draco was nuzzling her shoulder and placing kisses on her arm, up to her neck and ear. Her breath caught and she nearly dropped the glass in her hand, but Draco's Quidditch skills snatched it deftly before damage was done and set it on the table without stopping his destruction of her.
Her body shimmered in delight as his tongue swirled over her skin, his warm breath following and causing her to shiver with desire. When he pulled away she looked at him with questioning eyes. He simply handed her a ham roll and told her to eat.
When a bit of the cream cheese ended up on the corner of her mouth he darted forward and licked it off before taking her lips in his own. She melted and began to wrap her arms around his neck for more but he tore away and pressed a strawberry to her lips. She bit into it sensuously as he had. His eyes darkened and she took another bite, allowing a bit of juice to dribble onto her lip where she flicked it away with her tongue. When he growled and started forward she pushed him away, stating that she needed to eat.
Two could play at this game.
Back and forth it went until they were both so aroused they couldn't stand it. When Draco pulled her to her feet she felt slightly woozy from the wine but he lifted her lovingly and settled her gently on the bed, his eyes shining with adoration. Brushing her hair from her face he gazed at her longingly.
"Thank you for showing me what it is to love," he whispered, causing her heart to swell as he took her lips, showing her the depth of his gratitude. They made love slowly, gently, lithe limbs tangling and warm bodies writhing. Soft hands caressed smooth skin and sharp teeth nipped gently. He soon had her so enraptured that there was nothing more than them, right here, in this moment.
His pillow lips trailed over her hot skin, landing on her pebbled nipples. He brought first one into his mouth, then the other, lighting a flame within her which he stoked by taking his lips down over her stomach where he admired the contours and dips. What she had first thought was the wine she now realized was simply Draco. He made her dizzy and faint when he touched her, looked at her. His very smell was intoxicating and she felt drugged as it surrounded her, as he surrounded her.
He didn't leave a bit of her to waste and when she took her time admiring him, she placed a hand over his heart. There, there was where she would lie forever. When her body had left this place she would forever reside here, in him. She laid a gentle kiss on her final resting place before taking his mouth and discovering what it was to be calm in the face of death. She would not fear as long as he was there.
Hot breath, fine hair, calloused hands. He touched every part of her and when he was buried deep inside her he held there, the two of them clinging onto what they had found. She forgot that she was just one person, one single person in the world, and knew now that she was really a part of two. When they moved, they moved together, on the same plane, in sync with one another.
Their eyes met and held, held through the motions of their bodies. There were no words to say, words could not come close to revealing what they felt in their hearts. Pleasure murmured over their heated bodies like a warm breeze, capturing the two in an embrace. They were locked together, two souls who had entwined on a deeper level than what life could see. They breathed together and Hermione squeezed the hands woven in hers. She didn't want to be anywhere in the world but here. All that mattered was the man moving within her.
When they came together they floated in a new universe of contentment and relief. They knew that even though they weren't meant in this world, there was a place for them beyond existence. These stolen moments would suffice for their love did not require the greed of a thousand years. Tonight was all they needed.
With Draco on top of her, Hermione smiled contently. They had said all they needed to, goodbyes were not necessary. Nestled against her love, she tucked this moment into her soul and finally allowed sleep to claim her.
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XOXO
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