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Lessons and Obsessions	By : LennaNightrunner Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 85098 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: IMMOLATION

When Draco arrived at the Room of Requirement, Granger was
already there. Usually it was he who showed up first. She looked up as he
closed the door behind him, but gave him no smile. Perhaps she was angry with
him. She always seemed to find some reason or other to be in a sour mood when
it suited her. Well, it wasn�t as if he had asked her to come here this time!

But she wasn�t angry. As he walked toward her, she stood and
met him halfway. She stood on her toes, clutched the front of his robes, and
kissed him enthusiastically. When he recovered from the surprise of her
forwardness, he took back control and wrapped an arm around her waist to help
her balance.

Before long her hands moved to unfasten his robes. He began
to reciprocate, but it was difficult with only one free hand. She was loosening
his tie before the clasp of her robes came free. She had the first few buttons
of his shirt undone before he had even touched her tie. She hadn�t been this
eager for a shag since�

In the back of Draco�s mind, a faint alarm sounded, muffled
by the haze of lust that was dampening all thought. Something about this was
different than usual. Something about this was distantly familiar in a way he
couldn�t quite grasp. He reluctantly pulled away from her kiss.

�Not that I�m complaining, but this seems a bit out of
character.�

She continued unbuttoning his shirt without looking up.
�It�s out of character for me to want to sleep with you?�

Draco covered her hands with one of his to stop their
progress. He lifted her chin with two fingers of the other hand. �No. You just
usually aren�t in this much of a rush. Got somewhere to be?�

She avoided his eyes and began to kiss the fingers that were
trying to force her to look at him. The alarm was drowned out by the sound of
his blood rushing past his ears. The grip of his hand on hers slackened and she
finished undoing the last of his shirt buttons. Her smooth palms ran over his
chest and he was soothed and excited all at once. Even after months of being
able to shag her whenever he wanted, she still made him want her somehow.

�Please,� she said in a voice that sounded half-eager,
half-desperate.

�Where?� Draco growled against her neck as he began to kiss
it, loosening her tie and undoing the top buttons of her shirt so he could
reach more of her skin. He hoped she�d pick someplace interesting: he had grown
a bit bored of beds lately.

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and it hung around
his elbows.

�I don�t care.�

�You always care,� Draco countered mid-snog.

�Stop arguing,� she said with a playful note in her voice as
her hands moved to Draco�s belt.

�Not arguing,� he breathed. �Just curious.�

He felt her lips against his ear and her next words made him
wish that he hadn�t bothered putting on his trousers before coming over because
they were such a bloody nuisance now.

�Anywhere you want.�

Draco threw both of them to the floor without further ado.
He undid the remaining buttons of her shirt so quickly that some of them were
almost lost in the process. When he looked down at her bra, he paused, and a
wicked smile spread across his features.

Slytherin green.

�I never thought I�d see the day,� he said as he unfastened
her skirt. �And knickers to match! Did you do this for me, Granger?�

She bit her lip coyly and kicked her skirt away. �Don�t
flatter yourself, Malfoy.�

He chuckled. They hadn�t indulged in this kind of banter in
what seemed like months. Everything had been so serious lately. It felt good to
smile, to laugh. She was one of the few people he could do that around these
days.

Shoes and socks were discarded as quickly as he could manage
and he finally freed himself of his accursed trousers. He crawled up her body
and straddled her hips, careful not to put too much weight on her. She appeared
deceptively delicate at times, though Draco had found himself on the wrong end
of her strength on more than one occasion.

He rubbed his cock against her knickers through his own and
her eyes closed slowly. She looked good in green, especially when her lips were
dark with arousal and a flush of pink tinted her cheeks and chest.

�Where, Granger?� His hand trailed over her stomach and then
up to her left breast, his fingers dancing over it through green silk. �On the
bed?�

She made no sign of confirmation or denial as his hand moved
to her other breast, avoiding her nipples teasingly. �On the sofa?�

Her back arched and she pressed her hips against his,
apparently desperate for more contact. Good: he wanted her desperate. �Against
the wall?�

She shook her head helplessly as if unable to decide.

�Right here on the floor?�

She pressed her hips into his insistently. �I don�t care.�

�You always care,�
Draco repeated as he let his fingers brush over her left nipple. It was pebbled
beneath the silk.

�Please,� she gasped as her chest arched into his hand. He�d
forgotten how much he liked it when she begged.

�Please what?�

�Please, Draco.�
She made a noise of frustration as he moved his fingers away.

Draco looked her over for a moment, pondering the
possibilities. There were so many options, and he definitely wanted to do
something different since she was giving him the choice. She began to look
uncomfortable and wiggled beneath him impatiently. Happening on a delicious
idea, Draco smirked and rolled off of her.

�Let�s take a walk.�

She stared at him as if he were insane.

�Now? Why? I thought��

�You said anywhere I want,� he countered with a wicked grin.

�You cannot be serious!�

Draco shrugged and stood to pull on his trousers and shirt.
He didn�t bother to button the latter. He had fastened his robe and was putting
on his shoes and she was still gawking at him from the floor in disbelief.

�You�ll want some clothing at least until we�re out of the
castle.�

�Out of the�� She was apparently too horrified to finish the
thought.

�Come on,� he insisted.

She didn�t look happy, but she obeyed. He knew that she was
intrigued, or she would�ve put up more of a fight. Her skirt and blouse were
donned haphazardly and he threw her robes around her to speed up the process.
When she was decently dressed again, she seemed to recover her wits.

�We�ll be seen!�

Draco rolled his eyes. It never ceased to amaze him how such
an intelligent witch could sometimes be so thick. He pointed his wand at her
and muttered the incantation for the Disillusionment Charm. She gasped, and
Draco imagined that she was feeling what he would describe as the sensation of
a cold raw egg being broken over the top of one�s head.

She was nearly invisible until she reached her arm out
toward him. He congratulated himself on the quality of his charm before turning
his wand on himself. Soon they were two barely discernable shapes, each trying
to keep track of where the other was. Draco took her hand and led her to the
door. This would certainly be a change from the routine.

He could hear her breathing the whole way out of the castle,
but couldn�t tell if it was from excitement or fear�probably both, knowing her.
They managed to get out the front entrance without being seen, and once they
were outside he felt her hand relax beneath his.

Even Draco, who had little appreciation for the outdoors,
had to admit that it was a beautiful night. The sky was clear and the air had
some of the chill that characterized nights in this part of the country even in
late spring.

The Forbidden Forest was too dangerous a place to let
oneself become distracted, but there was a cluster of trees near the lake that
would provide decent shelter and privacy. He�d found that out thanks to Pansy a
few years previously. He was fairly certain that no one would be about, but to
reassure Granger he left the charms intact until they reached the trees. When
she became visible again, she looked very uneasy.

�Wouldn�t it be better to go back?� she asked, and worried at
her bottom lip with her teeth. It was endearing and arousing all at once.

Draco refused to dignify her question with a response, and
instead took that enticing bottom lip between his own teeth. Her breath was hot
against his chilled face, and he smiled when her tongue found his. She�d be
glad for the change in venue when all was said and done. He suspected that,
though she would never admit it, the possibility of being caught was something
of a turn-on for her. Though he knew she�d be mortified if they actually were.

Their robes slipped off easily and were lain across the
grass. Shirts, skirt, and trousers were removed again and thrown to the ground
unceremoniously. Draco was distracted enough with removing her bra that he
could ignore the twinge of pain as his knee landed on a large pebble. Dealing
with roots and rocks was a small price to pay to have her naked with nothing
but his body to shield her from the elements or the view of anyone who might
find them. He loved that he could make her want him badly enough to overcome
that kind of fear and embarrassment.

His mouth pressed against her chest and he took a
cold-hardened nipple between his lips. She squirmed against him and tugged at
his pants. He happily let her remove their remaining undergarments. It amused
him how she lost control of her hands every time his tongue flicked over her
flesh. She managed in the end, however. Good girl.

The ground was cold and hard beneath their robes, but she
was as warm and soft as ever. His mouth moved to her other nipple and her body
arched into his. He let one of his hands slide down her side and grip her hip.
He sunk his fingers into her skin more harshly than he needed to, but she only
groaned in pleasure. Her arms twined around his neck and her fingers tugged at
his hair. His teeth grazed her nipple and she gasped.

Draco smiled to himself. She wanted it rough. It had been
too long since she�d wanted it rough.

His lips found hers again and the hand that had been
gripping her hip moved to part her legs. She opened them eagerly, and his
fingers slid up her slit and came away wet. A sound of approval rumbled in his
chest. He loved the feel of her, warm and slick beneath his fingers. He loved
the way she trembled under his hands. He wanted to tease her, hear her gasp,
make her beg.

One of his fingers circled her clit and she shook as if he
hadn�t touched her in weeks. It was as hard as her nipples and her hips jerked
when he flicked his finger over it. His mouth was at her breast again and his
tongue flicked across her nipple in time with his finger. The fingers of his
free hand brushed over her other nipple so that it wouldn�t feel left out.

She was writhing beneath him now. Some sort of fear or pride
caused her to bite her lip rather than to cry out, but her fingers were
threaded through his hair and her body was arched into his. He slid his finger
into her and a small whimper of loss was replaced by a groan of want as he
flexed his finger within her. She pressed her hips impatiently into his,
insisting that what he was giving her was not nearly enough.

�What do you want, pet?� he asked with the cocky smirk that
he knew she hated.

�You,� she gasped as she worked her hips against his hand.

He pressed a second finger into her and a low moan escaped
her lips.

�You�ll have to be a bit more specific.�

Her frustration was evident as she tossed her head, but her
hand reached between them and wrapped around his cock. His eyes closed for a
moment and then opened to her smile of self-satisfaction. Perhaps he had taught
her too well, in hindsight. He
allowed himself to enjoy her teasing grasp for a minute, but then he batted her
hand away and removed his fingers. He couldn�t wait any longer.

Draco�s first thrust was a bit harder than it needed to be,
but she met it with her own force. There was that moment of
half-relief-half-impatience that always happened when his cock was finally
inside her but he wanted so much more. She must be feeling it too. She was
practically frantic in her eagerness to help him build up a good pace, and
nothing seemed to be hard or fast enough for her.

It was unlikely that anyone could hear them unless they were
very, very loud, but Hermione was still trying her best to muffle herself. His
arms were on either side of her head, and she buried her face in his neck and pressed
her lips and teeth against his skin with every thrust. The heat of her mouth
and the twinges of pain as her teeth left fiery trails across his skin made
Draco groan his own sounds of pleasure, and no sense of modesty made him hold
them back.

It wasn�t long before his wrists began to ache with the
effort of holding himself up. His hands were pressed painfully into the uneven
ground, and they�d probably have some cuts and scrapes before they were done.
Anxious not to leave her warmth for longer than was absolutely necessary, he
said �On your knees� roughly into her ear and pulled away without further
notice.

She obeyed his command instantly, and he congratulated
himself on that victory. He allowed himself a moment to admire how sexy she
looked on all fours before he had slammed back into her and she was gasping at
the sensation of the new angle. She no longer had his skin to stifle her, but
she didn�t seem to care. His fingers dug into her hips again and that only
encouraged her. He drank in every sound she made and each gasp, moan, and
whimper spurred on his pace.

Soon she was holding her weight with only one arm so that she
could use her free hand to touch herself. Draco was panting with exertion, but
the corners of his mouth turned up. She was never sexier than when she was so
consumed with need that she would do practically anything to feel good. The
picture in his mind of her fingers sliding over her clit affected him even more
than the feeling of her contracting around him as her most sensitive nerves
were stimulated.

His name was on her breath and
she repeated it over and over as if it were the only word her mind could
recall. It was a chant, a prayer, and Draco found that he rather liked being
worshipped in this fashion. He loved that he could replace her smart remarks
with the name she could never call him by around anyone else.

Her mantra increased in speed and volume, and Draco began
uttering a stream of dirty words and colorful explanations of how good she felt
around him. She came with a shuddering gasp, and in the process of helping her
ride out her orgasm, he reached his as well. A few seconds later they were a
sweaty, gasping mess.

Draco pulled away and she practically collapsed on the
ground next to him. Their bodies would hate them in the morning. He looked down
at one of the marks her teeth had left on his chest and chuckled. She gave him
a tired smile as her body shivered in reaction to a chilly breeze. She didn�t
need his permission to crawl close to him for warmth. He slung an arm around
her back and she kissed him with the sleepy contentedness that follows a good
fuck.

It was in moments like these that he felt the most affection
for her: when they were both disarmed and dazed, forgetful and uncaring. Other
witches had made him want to leave as soon as he�d gotten what he wanted. She
made him want to stay. He had become dangerously used to staying. She was
familiar without being boring, comforting without being stifling. Plus she was
a first-class shag every time.

But as his lust was sated, the fog it had caused began to
lift from his mind. His pulse was slowing, his skin was growing cold, and he
could hear the alarm growing louder in the back of his head.

He loved being with her when she lost herself in sex. He was
of the opinion that that was the only time when she was truly honest with
herself about who she was and what she wanted. But she wasn�t an escapist by
nature, and while he enjoyed being her escape from time to time, he knew that it
never boded well. There were some things that a person couldn�t hide from for
long.

�So,� Draco said in a carefully controlled tone as he removed
a leaf from her curls, �are you going to tell me what all of that was about?�

*****

A/N: I regret to inform you all that this is the final
smutty chapter of the fic. There are only three chapters to go and I need them
to wrap up the plot. Thank you for your patience as I�ve been finishing up the
fic. It�s been a little hectic around here, but I hope that you�ll be pleased
to know that the final three chapters have been written, and one of them has
already been beta�d (by the lovely twist_shimmy), so I should be able to post
every week or two weeks (depending on how busy real life gets) from here on
out. I don�t want you to be in agony for too long between chapters now that the
story is drawing to a close!

I�m very grateful for all of the wonderful reviews and
encouragement you all have given me thus far. I�ve been working on this project
for over a year now (How time flies!) and it�ll be a very bittersweet
experience for me when I post the final chapter. I�m hoping to continue to be a
part of the HP fanfiction community for a while longer, but my participation
will probably be in the form of drabbles and one-shots.

Special thanks this round go to draconis23, who made me the
beautiful banner that can be found on Granger Enchanted and on my LiveJournal
(lennanightrun). It�s even more beautiful than I imagined it would be, and it
showcases draconis� talent beautifully. I think she really captured the mood of
the fic. I�m looking forward to seeing how you all react to the end of L&O!
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