Reborn | By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8630 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He had to be doing it on purpose. There was no way she was doing this on her own. Every move he made seemed calculated and executed in a way that was sure to drive Hermione crazy. She had dreamed of him, her subconscious doing things with Draco Malfoy that she would never do in reality…right?
She would never kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth to taste him. She would never feel him, running her nails over the enticing muscles of his back to make them ripple under her touch. She would never let him tease her, his hot breath making her skin alight with anticipation before he gave her exactly what she wanted. No. Never.
She did not want to see his naked form moving above her…behind her… Hermione groaned aloud and buried her heated face in her hands. She did not want to hear his voice, low and aroused whispering things into her ear that would send waves of sensual pleasure through every nerve ending. No! Never!
"Granger?" Are you alright?"
Her head snapped up and she shot to her feet, pressing her back against the wall behind her. "I'm fine!"
Draco's head tilted to the side as he took in her unusual appearance. She did not look like she had slept much. Her hair had obviously been half-heartedly tamed and she had dark rings under her wide eyes. He frowned at her expression. She looked …guilty. His curiosity sparked when he noticed that she was refusing to meet his gaze. Her response had been high and shrilly, very unconvincing. He took a step forward, his confusion growing when her body tensed in response. She glanced at him briefly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips and his gut clenched. "Are you sure? You seem a little-"
"I am sure. Don't you need to go? You really should get that looked at." She pointed in the general direction of the wound on his side.
He nodded slowly, watching with increasing interest as her chest rose and fell laboriously. Was her heart racing? He wondered. "I'm going. I just wanted to tell you to stay out of sight. Just in case."
That made her look at him, though reluctantly. "Why?" She willed herself to stop imagining, stop picturing…
He shrugged, regretting the action almost immediately. He did need to get to a medic. "I am just being cautious. I am 99.9% sure that no one saw me last night but…there is always that .01 chance and I don't want you to be around if something goes wrong."
A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth, "Worried about me?"
Draco smirked but decided not to respond. He pulled his wand out. "I'll see you later." Without another word, he apparated, already eager to return as soon as possible. What had she been thinking?
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Draco's trip had been a success. He made it to the medic, met with the Order and had a chance to talk with Bellatrix to gauge her reaction to him. Nothing seemed amiss. Everything was going according to plan. To his plan, anyway. Little did she know that she was going to be joining her precious Voldemort in the very depths of hell very, very soon. He would make sure of it.
His allegiance to the Dark Lord had always been tenuous, forced out of fear and familial loyalty. Well, now they were dead. All of them. What he did with his allegiances was up to him now and he had chosen how he should have a long time ago. Did he like Potter? No. Did he let that stop him from doing when he was sure was right? No. He was going to make amends for his past, no matter how long it took him to do it. He had to make it right.
So for now, he played the Death Eater's game and he played it well. He had a lot of practice after all and when he felt it closing in around him, he only had to remind himself that it was not real this time. He was not really that person anymore.
Draco took a deep breath and excused himself. He found an empty hallway to apparate in and took out his wand. Time to go home.
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"Feeling better?"
He found her in the library. Surprise, surprise. "I thought I told you to stay hidden." He scolded, his eyes narrowing at her. She was sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her, propped on a table top and she was wearing a skirt that was hardly long enough for that particular position.
She frowned up and him and closed her book, resting it in her lap. "I did…and you didn't answer my question."
His eyes slid up her frame, ghosting over her abdomen and pausing briefly at her breasts before settling on her mouth. "I am and you did not."
Rolling her eyes, she pulled her legs off the table and twisted in her seat to face him. "What?"
"The library? Where is the first place someone would look for you Granger?" He finally met her eyes.
Hermione glowered at him and crossed her arms over her chest, "I would have heard them coming. I heard you."
"Yet, here you are…in plain sight." He gestured around him.
"I knew it was you."
He almost smiled at her irritation. "How?"
She hesitated then and glanced nervously at her feet, her new found will power disintegrating quickly. "I- I just did." She had known it was him because she knew the way he walked. Why? She reasoned it was strictly part of her sense of survival. He had been her enemy once and now he was an ally, she had to recognize him; then so he could not sneak up on her and now so that she did not mistake him for someone else and hex them into oblivion. Yes. That was it.
"Right." He shook his head but decided, grudgingly, to let it go. "You hungry?" His stomach grumbled in response to the word. When was the last time he had eaten anything? The breakfast Hermione had brought him seemed like ages ago.
"Yes. I was just about to go down to the kitchens when you came in."
"Perfect, we can eat together." He clapped his hands together and turned to go, stopping in mid-step when Hermione spoke up.
"Did you bring something?" She licked her lips again, this time out of actual hunger. For food. "Something not out of a box or can? That would be lovely and I am pretty sure I would do just about anything for it." Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes went wide. Why did she just say that? Do just about anything? How could he not take that the wrong way?
She was right. "Anything? Interesting…" His brow arched in surprise, "I did not bring anything but how can I pass that up? I will go get something. After we negotiate of course."
She bristled, "It was a figure of speech, Malfoy."
He shrugged and shook his head. "Mm, don't care. "
Her jaw dropped open for a second before she regained control and snapped it shut. "I am not going to negotiate for food."
He watched her carefully. "Not even for…Italian? I know this great place and they do take out."
Her mouth watered and her lips parted but she shook her head stubbornly.
He shifted his stance, "No? How about some Thai? That is always exciting." His lips curled at the word.
She flinched at the innuendo. If only he knew. "No thanks." She murmured.
Draco chuckled, smirking at the way her cheeks flushed. "Fine, I will be nice and go anyway but you should be careful what you say."
She laughed nervously and moved to stand by him, "What were your terms going to be?" She held her breath for his answer.
"I would have come up with something."
Did he just glance down at…at her body? No. She is just hungry and tired and she was imagining her very recently enemy turned undefined ally checking her out. "I want Italian, by the way. That sounds like nirvana."
He could not control the small shiver that slithered down his spine at the way her voice dropped when she said the word. Nirvana….he could think of a few other things that would be like that. He shook himself, "So, meet me in the dining room?"
Hermione shook her head, "Too cold, too big and too empty. How about my room? I will put a blanket on the floor and get the fire going."
"Sounds…cozy."
"What? I mean- we could. We can eat in the dining room, I just thought-"
"No! It's fine. Your room it is. Give me 30 minutes."
Hermione nodded, berating herself internally. It did sound cozy. It also could almost be construed as a date like evening with Draco Malfoy. Bloody hell. "Hurry, I am starving." She smiled weakly before brushing passed him and disappearing down the darkened hallway.
Draco let out the breath he did not realize he was holding. She had a swing to her walk that he had never noticed before. Damn.
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Draco had done his best to hurry and with dinner in hand he had apparated directly to the room he designated as Hermione's. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the soft, flickering light of the fire she had stoked. He glanced at the floor at the plush blanket she had spread out and smirked when he caught sight of the way she sat rigidly at the edge, fidgeting nervously with a corner. He moved fluidly and sat down next to her, "Dinner is served."
The smell had already reached her and her eyes rolled back into her head, "That smells amazing."
"It tastes even better, trust me." He began un-wrapping the bundle he held, his eyes alight with humor as he watched her very expressive face. He wondered how she would look when she-
"Wow. You were right." She had bitten into a piece of the bread he laid out in front of her. She smiled at him, chewing thoughtfully. "You know, just a few weeks ago I would have laughed out loud at anyone who told me that I would be doing this now."
"This?"
"Sitting here, having dinner in Malfoy Manor with Draco Malfoy his arrogant self."
"Arrogant? I am not arrogant you bossy know-it-all."
Hermione grinned, "You are and for some reason, it fits. It would be strange for you to be any other way."
"Yes well, it's not like I expected this either."
"It is…nice…" Her brow creased and she looked away again.
Draco smiled slowly, "Yes. Who knew?"
"No one." She laughed softly, "Certainly not me."
Draco smiled back and they dug into their meal. Savoring every bite in silence. What was there to say? Neither one was too sure nor were they willing to be the first to break this new amicable feeling between them. When they had their fill, Hermione gathered their things and set them aside before she laid down with a sigh.
She was the first to give in. She had to say something."That was wonderful. Thank you."
Draco was transfixed, unable to take his eyes off of her. Her hair splayed out around her head like a halo, her cheeks rosy from the warmth of the fire, her ruby red lips. He reached out without truly understanding his actions that is, until it was too late to stop them.
Hermione's eyes popped open at the sudden, soft touch to her cheek. She turned to her head and his hand slid over her bottom lip. He seemed to be shocked at himself yet he did not retract his hand. She bit the lips that still tingled from his touch as his fingers trailed lightly over her jaw line, dropping to trace her throat and finally resting on her collar bone. "D-Draco?"
His lips curled into a smile, "Funny."
She frowned, her heart rate accelerating almost painfully. "What?"
He let his gaze drift back to hers, relishing in the way her breathing hitched. "You said my name. My first name."
"Why is that funny?"
"Because all I had to do was touch you inappropriately to get you to do it."
She swallowed hard and gathered her quickly dissipating nerve. "I might say it again…" Her eyes fluttered softly when his fingertips quirked slightly, "If you continue."
He stilled completely and Hermione turned her face away, embarrassment flooding her in a rush of unease. What was she thinking? He would never-
His finger splayed suddenly and he pressed his palm closer to her skin. "Look at me."
She could not bring herself to do it.
His hand inched lower, the base of his palm ghosting over the ample flesh of her chest. "Hermione."
A giggle bubbled to the surface. "You are right." She looked at him shyly, "That is strange."
He smiled tightly, "I called you that once before. Last night."
She nodded once, "It was strange then too."
He trailed his fingers lower, between her breasts. "Nice though, right? Familiar?"
She could not help the way her body responded, pressing ever so slightly into his touch. "Yes." Her voice was breathy, wanton.
Draco felt his own body responding enthusiastically. He decided that they had said enough and that she had been given plenty of time to back out of whatever this was. She hadn't and he was not going to wait any longer. He bent to brush his lips over hers, testing her reaction before he crushed them to her eagerly.
She groaned and wrapped her hands around his neck, returning the kiss hungrily. Every secret desire rushing to the surface and she wondered just how far he would take this? Ardently, she hoped that he would bring each and every one of her dreams to reality.
He moved from his spot to kneel beside her, pulling her into a sitting position without breaking apart. His hands explored her, running down her arms and returning by skimming over her stomach. He cupped each of her suddenly heavy breasts in hand, a small involuntary groan escaping when she pushed into the touch. Hermione clutched his shoulders as one of his hands strayed beneath the fabric of her confining top to feel the heated flesh beneath.
All lucidity lost to her, Hermione began to unbutton his shirt. She wanted more. Draco pressed a kiss to her neck as she worked, nibbling at the ear while she pulled the offending material away and then allowing her to push it from his shoulders. Her hands returned to him immediately, her palms caressing his newly bared skin the way she had wanted to last night. When her fingers brushed dangerously low, Draco hissed and pulled away, his thumbs hooking the bottom of her top and tugging it over her head. He tossed it away and used her momentary distraction to reach around and unclasp the last remaining barrier between him and her naked torso.
Hermione gasped at her sudden vulnerability, her first instinct to cover herself thwarted by his vise like grasp. "No." She melted at the gravelly tone of his voice and relaxed under his gaze.
Without warning he dipped his head to catch one of her straining nipples between his lips, laving his tongue over it as she moaned, arching against him. He released her hands and pushed her back down to the floor. To his satisfaction, she reached for him, longing for the feel of him.
He lent down, kissing her roughly, tugging at her bottom lip and gasped when her hand snaked down between their parallel bodies to cup his throbbing length through his pants. Encouraged, Hermione dragged her nails over him before rubbing the flat of her palm against him, her excitement rising by the second.
Draco kissed his way down her body again, this time his thumbs tucked into the hem of her skirt, pulling slightly to alert her to his wish. She glanced down at him through lust clouded eyes and tilted her hips to aid him. He grinned, and removed it from her, growling at what he saw next. No panties. One of his hands cupped her mound, his middle finger slipping into her folds and making her moan his name wickedly. He teased her entrance before returning to the spot he knew she wanted him most. He brushed over the nub and held her down when she jumped at the contact.
Hermione was on fire. Every limb, every nerve. She cried out, the sound ripped from her throat as the burn spread, scalding every inch of skin. She pressed her hand against him harder before moving to unbutton and unzip them. She pushed him back and yanked the fabric from his hips, her lust coiling tightly in her gut at the sight of his erection springing forth. She wrapped her hand around it, reveling the hard softness of it. She pumped her hand down and he moaned, the hand that held most of his weight almost buckling.
She took hold of both of his arms and pulled him down to her so that they lay flush together. Draco took the hint admirably and reached between them for the part of him that was already arrowed towards her and aligned himself with her wet and ready entrance. They locked eyes and he pushed forward.
Hermione's nails dug into his shoulders and scraped down his back. He thrust slow and steady, driving her crazy with need, ignoring her silent pleas for more. He wanted to hear it. "Say it."
"Harder." She gasped when he complied instantly, pounding against her.
"What else?"
"Faster." She moaned the word when he did as he was bidden before the word had left her lips.
He kept the rigorous pace until he was sure that she was ready to burst. He held himself up on one hand and let the other tweak one of her nipples and then re-discover her aching center, encouraging her to let go. Demanding it.
Hermione saw stars as her orgasm was torn violently from her body. She was blown away by it, the ecstasy diluting her cells until she could take no more. Draco followed shortly after, her body forcing it from him as her walls clenched and spasmed around him. When spent he fell to the side of her, one of his hands still possessively strewn over her.
Hermione was the first to recover, a sense of bewilderment and profound fulfillment leading to her unusually inappropriate response to the most mind blowing sex she had ever had. She began to laugh. Draco twisted to face her in alarm but the closer he got to catching his breath, the more he felt the need to join her.
Between soft fits she gasped out, "Where did that come from?"
Draco shook his head a small laugh finding its way passed his own lips, "I have no idea."
Suddenly, Hermione stopped laughing and rolled over completely, one hand propped on his chest. "Draco."
He watched her quizzically, his smile lessening. "Hermione."
Her lips twisted saucily and her brow arched, "Again?"
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