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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, JK Rowling does. I make no money doing this. I have the moths in my pockets to prove it.

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Draco gathered Hermione further into his side, shifting so they could get comfy on the little cot. If they had to endure one more question and answer session, they were going to go mad. Hermione had damn near socked the last Auror in the face, something he desperately wanted to see. It seemed that having two very prominent war heroes (at least that’s what they called him to his face) trapped in a part of the castle was alarming. Well, of course it was. But they were none the worse for wear.

In fact, it seemed the castle was trying to apologize for its overzealous lesson plans. Throughout the day, house elves would pop in bearing treats, small snacks, and all the tea they could drink stating that the castle said so. Poppy had given up taking it from them and they were glad. That mush she served was starting to get very old. They weren’t ever going to complain about it though. A week without food was enough to make them thankful for every meal, no matter how disgusting.

The worst part of the week involved dealing with Potter and Weasley. At least Lucius had given up after two days. The nosy Gryffindor prats were still at them demanding to know what happened. No one would ever know. Snape had even slipped them a veritiserum antidote so they wouldn’t have to say anything damning. It was more than likely an act of self-preservation, since Snape had divulged that not even Dumbledore knew about Venus. However, they were grateful to the vampire.

“My head hurts,” Hermione sighed, burrowing into his chest. “That antidote is horrid.”

“Would you rather air our dirty laundry to the world?”

Hermione chuckled. “Where did you hear that muggle phrase?”

“Snape said it once in a lecture about occlumency. It’s a rather apt description.”

Hermione hummed. “It is. Do you think they’ll finally let us out of here tomorrow?”

“That’s what they said. Then again, they said the questions would stop two days ago, and you see how well that one turned out.”

“Kingsley ordered it this time. He’ll make good on his word.”

Draco sighed and kissed the top of her hair, burying his nose in it and breathing in her sweet scent. “I certainly hope so. I can only hear ‘are you absolutely certain, Mr. Malfoy’ so many times in a day.”

Hermione chuckled at his nasally impersonation of one of the aurors before changing the subject. “Did you get all of your homework done?”

“You know I did, though I’m still having a hard time putting the finishing touches on that charms essay. How did you manage to word it so that it sounds like you don’t have wandless magic?”

“I used the word theoretically more than is probably acceptable.”

Draco laughed. “Well, that’s one way I suppose. I’ll add a few of those in mine as well.”

“Draco,” Hermione said softly, not sure how to broach a topic that had been bothering her all week.

“What is rolling around in that massive brain of yours now?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. He still gave her hell about her insatiable thirst for knowledge, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. “I was just… I mean… how are we going to do this?”

“Do what?” Draco asked slowly. He wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to ask.

“Sleep…apart?”

“Oh,” he breathed. “I… I guess we do it just like we used to.”

“I suppose… but- oh never mind.”

Draco snorted. “Well now you have to tell me.”

“It’s just that… I can’t really fall asleep… without you that is.”

“We’ll work it out. But… we might as well take advantage of the time we have left.”

Hermione shivered as he dropped butterfly kisses on her neck, just underneath her jaw. This was so wrong. They could be caught at any moment. But it felt so wonderful. Her stomach swooped when he sucked her earlobe in his mouth. He slipped his hands underneath her robes, caressing her skin lightly. Her thighs grew moist. He’d not taken this much time before. It was as if he were savoring her.

She slid his robes off of him, caressing the alabaster skin of his chest. He was still way too thin. They’d lost a good bit of weight the first couple of weeks in the room but it was nothing compared to what they dropped their last hellish week. He’d put on a few pounds since they’d been freed but he still had more to gain. She longed to see him without the sharp angles of his bones marring the view. She knew she didn’t fare that well either, though he didn’t say anything as he palmed her smaller breasts.

She quickly sat up and shucked her robe. She wanted to be as close to Draco as possible. Since they’d decided to give their relationship a try, she didn’t feel the need to hold back anymore. He was becoming as invested as she was, though they were trying not to let the prophecy dictate their every move.

Draco pulled her back down and crawled on top of her, carefully avoiding falling over the side. Madam Pomfrey refused to enlarge the cot or allow them to do so, stating that if they didn’t like it they could jolly well sleep separately. They’d surprised her by simply snuggling up even closer. They were used to laying on each other anyway. Hermione smirked at the memory before her thoughts were quickly scattered. Draco had taken a nipple into his mouth and she couldn’t help but moan.

“Shhh,” he chided, nipping the stiffened bud. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

Draco could have cast a silencing charm but watching her struggle to be quiet was a treat. She drew her plump bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it to keep her noises of pleasure at bay. He slipped down between her thighs and gave a slow lick to her moist entrance. She arched off the bed and whimpered pitifully but managed to keep the majority of her moan stifled. He attacked her then, nibbling, sucking, and licking her dripping lips, bumping her clit every now and then. She writhed so much he feared she would fall, but she managed to stay on, her fingers white from her death grip on the cot.

She was hot and cold, feverish with chills, and loving every minute of it. The pleasure from Draco’s ministrations grew each passing moment and she fought hard to keep herself quiet. It was so good though. She stopped caring, too caught up in the feelings Draco was stirring in her. He slid a finger inside her hot channel, massaging the spot inside that made her see stars. Her body drew up like a bow string.

“Come for me,” he whispered.

She broke apart, both hands clamped over her mouth. Draco yanked her hands away and swallowed her cries. She tasted herself and something uniquely Draco. She was almost incoherent when he slid inside her, moving steadily. His breath came out in pants in her mouth as he devoured it.

Draco was lost in a maelstrom of emotions. She was perfect, so tight, so wet, so hot. The sharp angles of her protruding bones and her riotous hair that was threatening to suffocate them both fell away, leaving a vision so perfect he could have sworn she was an angel. She was utterly ravishing and he knew he didn’t want anyone else to know how amazing she looked with her guard completely down.

He thrust harder, feeling his groin tighten. He didn’t want to go over without her though. Feeling her spasm around him was euphoric and he didn’t want to miss it. He shifted to bring a hand in between them, circling the little bundle of nerves that was sure to set her off. She gasped, stiffening, and he begged her to come again. She complied, shaking like a leaf as he swallowed her screams. He came a few thrusts later, almost blacking out from the intensity of his climax. It had never been like that before.

He collapsed on top of her, unable to hold himself up any longer. He’d gotten stronger during their convalescence, but he was nowhere near where he used to be. He’d have to rectify that soon. No one could know how weak he’d become. It was a potential hazard. With aching slowness, he managed to flip them to the side, slipping out of her in the process. He felt bereft at the loss, but snuggled her closer to compensate. Damn, he was going to miss this.

Before they could move to gather themselves, the curtains parted, admitting a smirking Snape. He quickly cleaned and dressed them before drawing the covers over them. They couldn’t speak, embarrassment at having been caught paralyzing them.

“Well,” Snape drawled. “I suppose this almost makes us even. However, that is not why I came here tonight.”

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked. Snape never stopped by for idle chitchat.

Snape sighed. “I need your help.”

“With?” Hermione asked tiredly.

Snape’s jaw clenched for a moment before he closed his eyes and sagged. “I can’t find them.”

AN: Poor Snape. Poor kids. Could you imagine being walked in on by Snape (though I'd probably beg him to join). I'm having a hard time writing further on this one... cause I don't want it to end!! As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. I almost collapsed when I saw how many there were. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.

* It looks like you guys want #3,#1, and #2 in that order. I'm sure glad #3 is already started!!!
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