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Until Again	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15444 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The beginning of term was nothing short of torture. After having followed him into Knockturn Alley she was hard-pressed to excuse his actions. Surely, after everything they’d shared he couldn’t possibly be on their side, could he?
But it was no denying what they’d seen and heard; he had evidently received the Mark, however she tried to dissuade Harry.
And then his attack on Harry on the train…
His inexcusable attitude in the classroom…
His sneaking around the castle, not attending to his Prefect duties…
She tried in vain to get his attention without being noticed, but he seemed to be ignoring her, moodier than ever, snapping at everyone, pale and aloof.
It wasn’t until halfway through October that he got her attention. She was thoroughly shaken after seeing what had happened to Katie, irritated at Harry’s stubborn insistence that he had done it after there was no evidence at all…
She had finally made her way to her dorm, her ears ringing with Harry’s accusations, when she heard a tapping at the window. Looking around to be sure the girls were still downstairs, she opened the window to allow the brown school owl to flutter in and drop a tightly sealed scroll onto her bed. She opened it with trembling hands and read in a shaky scrawl:
Meet me in Flitwick’s classroom at one.
Anxious to find out the reason for his strange behavior, she snuck out at a quarter till, hurrying through the dark common room and slinking in the shadows of the chilly halls, slipping into the room where he was instantly upon her, pressing her against the door, his lips ripping at hers, his quaking hands gripping her face, fingers digging into her scalp. Desperate as he, she pulled him against her, that flame he’d ignited rising out of nowhere, dragging her under, consuming her.
He shoved her robes down her arms and slid his hands up her sides, tugging her sweater up and off, his lips only leaving hers long enough to tear the material away and instantly resuming where they left off. They quickly divested themselves of the rest of their clothing and he pulled her down on top of the pile, his lips slowing against hers as he spread out over her. He drew in a shaky breath and pulled back enough to look into her eyes and she felt her heart skip a beat. He was so hauntingly beautiful, despite the dark bags under his eyes and the unusual pallor of his skin. He stroked a stray strand of hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, following the shell of it and making her shudder.
She could feel the tremble of his hand. Concerned, she reached up and grabbed it in her own, stilling the tremor. He smiled sadly but before she could ask he leaned down for another kiss, this one soft and deep, tugging at her heart strings as she felt the intensity buried within it. His other hand stroked down her side making her writhe against him. She could feel every inch of his skin and it was so subtly erotic that when his fingers finally slid between her legs he groaned at the wetness he found there.
Kissing his way down her body, he nipped at her hip before laving his tongue between her lips, dragging a whimper from her as her eyes rolled. He dove in, shoving her quickly to orgasm by flicking his tongue over her sensitive nub and she cried out, grasping at his hair. Apparently not satisfied, he lapped up her juices and shoved his fingers into her, watching her as she thrashed against his ministrations, moaning, her hands gripping at their clothes, the flagstone, anything that might keep her grounded. But it was useless. When she came back down he was climbing over her, sharing the taste of her womanhood with her. His knees spread her legs and her heart pounded. When he pressed his erection against her she jumped and he shushed her, leaning his sweaty forehead against hers.
“Don’t worry love,” he murmured, kissing her brow. “We won’t be crossing that particular barrier tonight. I just need to feel you, to get a taste. Something that will keep me going when I’m not with you.”
She tried to catch his eye but he buried his face in her hair, kissing her neck, ear, shoulder. He moved against her, sliding himself against her wet slit and making her gasp at the sensations it aroused. She found herself lifting to meet his thrust and when he held himself right at her entrance, pressing ever so slightly against it, she had to fight not to raise herself and cross that line. Because she knew now that he was the only one she wanted to take that from her, to be the only one who would have that piece of her.
But not now. Tonight was not the night. And so she gave back what he gave to her, made him growl in frustration and when his ministrations quickened she knew she had him. She clutched at him, rearing up to rub against him as his fingers dug into her hips, his breath caught.
He spilled his seed over her stomach with a groan, gasping to catch his breath, rubbing out the last few drops. She smiled in accomplishment and he grinned back at her, catching her lips.
And as she gathered her things she realized it was the calmest she’d seen him in months.
As she tugged on her sweater she cleared her throat, nerves quivering in her belly. “Are-are you alright? I mean…how have you been?”
His posture stiffened and he turned away from her. “I’m fine,” was his curt retort. She could tell he obviously did not want to talk, so she slipped out of the room and into the hall. He caught her arm halfway down and whipped her around, catching her lips, coaxing her into submission.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to be so rude. You’re the last person I want to hurt. I’ve been going through a lot lately and it’s been…rough. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. Please, forgive me.”
She leaned up and pressed her lips against his; ashamed she had taken such offense when it was obvious the strain he’d been under. She couldn’t think about the reasoning. It was not a part of their deal. She could only hope that somewhere, deep down, he was truly on her side, even if he couldn’t show it.
“There’s nothing to forgive. When can I see you again?”
“Soon. I’ll send you an owl.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
He kissed her one last time and they departed.
***
She did not, in fact, await his owl.
Tears streaming down her face, she scribbled a hasty note against the wall in the owlery. It was too dark to see if what she had written was even legible, but she didn’t bother to light her wand to proof read. Yanking the nearest owl to her, ignoring its appalled protest and barely noticing the sharp nip it gave her, she tucked the note into the pouch on its leg and tossed it out the window.
Shaking, she ran through the freezing corridors, ignoring any sensibility to the fact that it was well after midnight, on a game night, no less, and there would surely be any number of teachers and prefects present. But by some sort of miracle she made it to the empty potions classroom unnoticed, her face soaking. Placing the usual enchantments, she allowed herself to break down, just for a moment. She could still see his lips on hers, the smile on his freckled face. Her chest clenched with the painful image of them bursting into the classroom, their hands intertwined. They looked so happy…
She hadn’t even noticed he’d entered until he was yanking her up, dragging her into his arms, holding her tight, dragging her face back and shoving away the hair that was plastered to her cheek.
“What’s wrong, what happened? Are you alright?”
Bewildered at his frantic reaction, she could only nod. He folded her back into his arms and she could feel the shudder run through him. Relief. For her.
“I’m s-sorry, I d-didn’t mean to frighten you, I just n-needed to see you…”
He pulled her back ever so slightly once more to look into her eyes. “What happened? Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Y-yes, of course,” she stammered, feeling ashamed. Of course she should have realized how she’d sounded, her cryptic note, her hysterical sobbing…
“Here, sit down a minute, I need to replace the Locking Charm,” he said, easing her into the nearest chair and waving his wand at the door, then the lights which made her squint.
“Now tell me what this is-shit, you’re bleeding, why are you bleeding?” He was instantly at her feet, yanking her hand up to examine the rather nasty gash the angry bird had left. She laughed at the bizarre situation she found herself in.
“I admit I was rather abusive to my messenger. The owl,” she explained with a smile when he looked confused. He gave a dry chuckle and conjured a roll of gauze. She lifted her eyebrows.
“Impressive.”
He snorted. “I’m afraid I don’t know any healing spells, so this will have to do.”
“It’s fine. Thank you.”
He said nothing but bandaged her wound gently, tying up the end of the gauze before lifting her hand to his mouth. Her heart stuttered.
“Better?”
She nodded, the dull ache only barely registering in her conscious. He looked up at her from where he knelt on the floor, concern etched into his hollow features. “Now, tell me what this is all about.”
She shook her head, suddenly feeling foolish. “It’s nothing, really…I-I shouldn’t have bothered you…”
“But you did. The least you can do is appease my curiosity.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. Why had she thought this was a good idea? “Really, it’s silly…”
“Amuse me, then.”
She could tell he wasn’t going to let it go. She considered making something up, perhaps something a little direr to have warranted such an over-reaction, but knew he would see right past it.
“It’s just…Ron…”
His face hardened, his body tensed. She could see he was trying desperately to keep from shouting. “You’re kidding me, right? You dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night, scared me into thinking you were hurt or in danger…because you had a fight with your boyfriend?”
“He is not my boyfriend!” she snapped in indignation. “He’s Lavender’s…”
His cheeks burned red from suppressed rage. The reality of her actions pressed upon her.
“Look, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking-”
“That was obvious.”
She glared at him. “You don’t have to be cruel.”
“I’m being cruel?! You scared the hell out of me! ‘Meet me in the potions room, now, I need you.’” He quoted from her note, standing to pace away from her, dragging his hands through his hair in agitation. “Tears all over it, ink smudged! And now you’re telling me it’s because you can’t hang on to that redheaded freak? For fuck’s sake, Hermione, I thought you were being attacked, injured, and not from some bloody owl! And- Merlin, now what?”
He had turned back around only to see fresh tears scoring down her face. It took her a moment to compose herself, never having imagined the reaction his words would have on her. She looked up into his steely eyes. “You’ve never said my name before.”
His hands fell slowly from his hair to his sides as he cursed quietly. He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand and turned back away from her, staring across the room at something she couldn’t see. Tremors racked her body as she looked down at her hands, fingering the white dressing he’s so lovingly administered.
She knew better than to feel anything for him, but she was so raw from Ron’s betrayal that these small offerings touched her deeper than she cared to admit.
“Look, I’m sorry…this, us…it can’t, you know that…”
She looked up at him darkly. “You don’t have to remind me.”
They stared at each other for a long moment before he sighed, scrubbing his face with both hands. “Fuck…fuck, I’m sorry. Shit…”
He strode back across the room and pulled her once more into his arms, tucking her head beneath his cheek. He sighed again. “I’m really terrible at this. You said you needed me and all I’m doing is making things worse.” She could feel his heart pounding in his chest and unconsciously pressed her forehead into his warm neck, breathing in the musky scent of his cologne. “You really had me going there for a minute, Hermione.” Her heart squeezed not unpleasantly. “Next time, just…say something along the lines of “I’m not in immediate peril, but could you please pleasure me with your company at the earliest possible convenience?”
She giggled. “I’ll try to remember that.”
He nudged her head up and cupped her cheek, angling her so that his lips could caress hers just so. She couldn’t prevent the longing sigh that escaped her lips, nor the moan when he took the kiss deeper. He lifted his head ever so slightly and ran his thumb across her swollen bottom lip.
“He’s a fool.”
He took her mouth again, stronger this time, making her whimper as he dragged her against his hard body. He was already prepared for her, his massive erection pressing against her stomach. His hands scored down her sides, rough fingers sneaking beneath her Gryffindor Quiddich shirt to caress her smooth stomach. His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts, just hinting at what was to come.
He placed open mouthed kisses down her neck making her shiver, her hands digging into the steely muscles on his upper arms.
He slowly tugged the shirt up, his mouth leaving her skin only to see what he had exposed. He hissed as he cupped her outside of her girly white bra, his thumbs rubbing over the pads covering her nipples. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she allowed him to look his fill. She’d never felt herself particularly pretty; plain features, bushy hair, thin body. She didn’t have much curve at all, her pert breasts just filling an A-cup and her moderate hip line nothing to goad about. But when he reached around her to undo her bar, allowing it to drop to the floor at her feet, the darkness that clouded his eyes made her ache with want.
Suddenly, she felt bold. Ron had snubbed her. The pain he had left still ached in her chest. But this man before her, so much more man than Ron, was looking at her with unbridled lust. She didn’t need that immature prick. She needed this.
“Touch me,” she whispered, the words hanging on her bottom lip until he came forward to snatch them with his own.
“My pleasure, Miss Granger.”
His warm hands cupped her breasts making her moan. Everything they’d had up until this moment had been hurried, grabbing for the crest he had shown her she could have. They’d never taken time to enjoy the simple pleasure of what their bodies had to give. Everything he had shown her was so beyond what her girlish fantasies had conjured about what happened between a man and a woman.
The pads of his thumbs flicked over her nipples, hard from the chill of the room. His hot lips came back to her jaw, nipping there and travelling down, laving over her collar bone before he bent to take her nipple into the searing cavern of his mouth.
She cried out, astonished by the ferocity of the pleasure she got from this simple act. He groaned, suckling, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands were at her sides, digging in harshly at his obvious excitement. She’d never felt so wanton.
“I have to see more of you,” he said, relinquishing his hold on her to undo the clasp of her jeans dragging them down to reveal the boycut shorts she preferred for comfort. She suddenly wished she’d worn something sexy, something intriguing.
He squatted, helping her step out of her jeans only for his hands to shoot out and grab her thighs, skimming slowly up the smooth skin, his fingers only just teasing the underside of her panties.
“Turn for me,” he requested dryly. Smiling, she spun slowly around, biting her lip in amusement when he sucked in a breath. His hands continued their perusal of the sensitive skin of her upper thighs, finally sliding up to cup her luscious globes. He swore lightly, his thumbs sneaking beneath the fabric to pull it up, exposing more of her for his viewing pleasure. She was glad she had taken the time to make sure she was hair-free down there during her shower this morning. She’d never had any intention of it being scrutinized so closely, but then again she’d never imagined anything like this would happen to her at all. Her usual self conscious demure seemed to have fled out the door, however.
His hands turned her leisurely so that she was facing him again. His dark eyes travelled up every hill and valley of her body, his fingers inching to the lining of her panties. Without further ado, he disposed of these as well, every line of his face hard. His hands came back up her thighs, stopping just below her womanhood.
His thumbs lightly teased her plump lips, just visible at the apex of her shapely legs. She sucked in a breath and he looked up then, his face so open, so visible right then when he was normally so guarded, so hard.
“You are exquisite,” he breathed, standing to tower over her. “I’ve always wondered what you had hiding beneath all those books.”
She giggled. It was the second time in mere minutes. Since when did she giggle? “Is that so?”
“It is. I’ve lusted after you for years. That ginger prat is a brainless fool of the highest degree. I’ve never had any idea what you see in him.”
“That’s not fair…”
“No? When you’re telling me he snubbed you for that dim witted Brown tramp? Isn’t she the one who is always weeping through her panties over Divination?”
She didn’t respond. She felt the exact same way, but the thought was clumped in her throat, hard and full of jealousy.
“That he would choose that silly girl over you only makes him dafter than I’d thought. A complete imbecile. You are so much more than she, than anyone in this damn castle. If he can’t see that…” He shook his head, his hands cupping her hips, his eyes still roving possessively over her body. When he finally caught her eye her heart all but stopped in her chest at the look he gave her. “And yet I cannot be upset, for what he cannot see, I have. You’re mine, Hermione. Do you understand that?”
Her heart started again, pounding away at his implication. She wasn’t sure what he meant. “Y-yes…”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Say my name.”
Her eyes never wavered from his, so haunted from things she knew nothing of; telling him silently that every word she said was for him, it was truth from her deepest being.
For some reason, this complicated creature, this intelligent, witty, life-weary man, seemed to understand her as no one else did, as not even Harry did. They had never spoken anything but malice to each other beyond their very few dealings behind closed doors, and never more than a few words of need, of necessity. How could he understand her so completely? How could those eyes, that had seen more of the world than anyone their age had any right to, be on someone as plain, as dull, as Muggleborn, as the bossy, annoying, Hermione Granger?
And yet they were. “I’m yours, Draco.”
He took her lips and for the first time that night she felt the urgency that so normally fueled them and she whimpered, reaching up to drag his head further down to where she could plunder more easily. His hands gripped her roughly, pulling her up his body, taking his claim.
She pushed at his robes, shoving them off his shoulders. He assisted her quickly with his button-down, both of them tearing at it until it, too, was tossed aside, and she was free to touch the hard ridges of his muscles.
He took quick care of his pants as she leaned forward to taste her fill of his masculine chest, as she did her own survey when his manhood sprang free from its restraints and he was as naked as she, a glorious figure of a man.
And then he was yanking her up, wrapping her legs around his body as he ravished her mouth, his need cascading over her as he locked his arms around her, melding their bodies together as he lowered her gently to the rough bed of clothing they had created.
He treasured her body, taking, tasting, feeling. His hands covered every inch until she was writhing in beautiful agony, needing him more than water, than air. She’d never known what it was to be so consumed by need for a person, just one, just the one who could give her everything she’d ever wanted.
She moaned when his fingers finally slid between her moist lips, the wetness evidence of how thoroughly he could arouse her with the simplest of touch. His breath caught and he left her mouth to ease down her body, to enjoy every part of her that made her woman. He took his time, tasting her breasts, dipping his tongue into her belly button, running his hands over the flat expanse of her stomach, nipping her hip. She squirmed, wondering if he was going to do as he had before, something she’d never considered in her wildest fantasies, something that seemed so dirty and yet had given her pleasure beyond control. She could see his smirk as if he knew was she was thinking.
“I knew you would enjoy that,” he growled, parting her legs even more, granting him access to the most intimate parts of her. He would have these things, things she not give anyone else. “I must admit I’ve never taken such pleasure in the act myself. You have the sweetest cunt in the land. I’ve been dreaming about it since.” As he spoke his lips wandered closer and closer to where she needed him most. “Do you want me to do it again?” She moaned in approval, lifting her hips as he planted soft kisses on the sensitive skin between her thigh and her womanhood. “Say it.”
“Please, Draco,” she whimpered, her nails gripping his hair, urging him on. As soon as the words past her lips he plundered her hood, wrecking her until she was keening. She gripped at his head, pleading with him not to stop and his tongue flicked over and over her, delving inside to make her hips whip up to meet him. Pleasure as she’d never dreamed consumed her in waves, lifting her up over and over, as he treasured her, pulling her to a height she still didn’t understand.
When his fingers shoved into her roughly, stretching her, she came undone, crying into the dark night, grabbing for him. As she came down from that high he was there, taking her mouth lovingly, sharing her pleasure as his manhood pressed against her opening.
“I’m going to take you tonight,” he whispered. “I’m going to make you mine like you will never be anyone else’s. Not Weasley’s or Potter’s, not any man you should see from this moment on. You will be mine, Draco Malfoy’s. And I will be yours, Hermione Granger. This…this we will always have, it can never be taken away. Do you understand that?”
She nodded, cupping his cheek, kissing him softly. “We’ll keep it locked away where no one will ever find it. No matter what may come.”
“No matter what may come.”
He kissed her deeply, pressing her harder into the clothing and grabbing her hip, pulling her into position and angling her just so. She knew it would hurt, had heard about it, read about it. But it didn’t worry her. She wanted to give him that, that ability to cause her pain and pleasure at the same time, something no one else would ever be able to do.
She was dripping from his earlier ministrations and yet she watched him lean back and spit into his hand, rubbing it over himself. He smiled when he caught her watching.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore than necessary. I want this to bring you pleasure.” She nodded, suddenly nervous and not exactly sure why.
But then he was pressing the tip of himself in, breaching her entrance a millimeter at a time. He cursed quietly as the stretching sensation made the breath catch in her throat. His fingers had only ever hinted at this part and it was so much more exquisite than she’d imagined. When he was about halfway he leaned forward, enfolding her once more into his arms, pressing them together as tightly as possible. His lips found hers, his fingers, massaging her back slowly as he pressed deeper making her moan. She was too tight, surely he wouldn’t fit any further….
But he pulled out slowly, easing the tension. Confused, she pressed her hips back to him, wanting more. He only continued to work her mouth, coaxing her into platitude until he began to push slowly back in, this time less painfully.
He did this over and over, each time going a little deeper, showing her a little more. She was soon so steeped in desire she thought she’d surely die. More, there had to be more, she needed more.
And he gave it to her, moving faster, pressing harder. Sounds tore from her throat but his lips never left hers, catching very gasp, every groan. He held her tight, preventing her from whipping her hips up like she wanted, asking him to take more from her. She didn’t understand what there was left to give, but there was something…
His pace increased, working her like a bow until every muscle was taut against him, her nails scoring into him, pleading him on. She felt that summit rise over her, devouring her, taking her over until there was nothing left, so much deeper than anything his lips and fingers had hinted at.
She cried out as it broke over her, then screamed as he pierced her, sheathing himself fully inside her and taking that final piece she’d wanted but hadn’t understood. She sobbed against him, immersed in pleasure as that stabbing pain tore through her. He worked her harder, deeper, dragging that height even higher, her head whipping back, fully devoured in sensation.
His name fell from her lips, the only word she could remember as he worked her body, never letting her come back down. Wrenching her deeper, deeper, giving her more, taking more from her.
And then it broke over her, shoving her into another dimension past sight or sound, past anything but them and she screamed again, pulling him over with her as she shattered.
She floated down slowly to earth, gasping, her muscles that had held him in a vise easing, melting. He panted above her, his face in her hair, his breath in her ear. Lazily, he started planting kisses on her neck, her shoulder. She wanted to do the same, but her body was beyond response.
Eventually the kisses ceased and his lax muscles swaddled her once more, turning them so that they were side, by side, her head falling to his shoulder. She could feel his erection sliding from her, felt the wetness from their lovemaking coat her. But he made quick work of that, grabbing one of their discarded wands and muttering a quick cleaning charm before pulling her closer, holding her tighter.
She drifted off just like that, an impossible serenity encompassing her knowing that this, truly, was her only place in the world.
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XOXO
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