Finding Home | By : GreyEyedPhantom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter 4
~Draco’s POV~
Another note from Potter, I see. Does he not have anything better to do all day than send his damn bird to me every few hours? I swear every time I finally get her out of my head that owl is pecking on my windows again. FUCKING SHIT GO AWAY! Yes, I know you want to talk and get my side of things. Just ask her. When she tells you that she found what she wanted and it wasn’t me, look into her big brown eyes and try not to lose yourself. I always did.
~FLASHBACK~
“Draco, is that you?” I loved coming home. As she walked down the hallway leading from our bedroom wearing nothing but a silver satin nightie that tied up the front, hair in a loose braid over her shoulder, I knew there was no going back. She was it. The alpha and omega, she made up my universe.
“For whom are you wearing that very skimpy piece of clothing?” I asked in jest.
“Oh, an old schoolmate of mine. He wanted to get together and see if I was in a teaching mood.” She said with a wink. “But then again it’s almost your birthday, maybe I wore it in honor of your being so close to 27.” Seeing me get comfortable, she sauntered over and stood, placing her left foot next to my thigh, she let her left hand graze down her chest to massage her very full breast, while the fingers of her right hand were teasing her clit. “I would rather have this any day over a party. It’s still three weeks away, we can cancel.” Leaning forward, I kissed her knees while undoing my jeans. Wrapping my hands around the backs of her smooth thighs, pulling her onto me, I drove into her. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to feel her warmth and wetness envelop me. Pulling the string of her nightie allowed it to slide off of her onto the floor. Sliding my hands up her thighs I let her set the pace until I saw the flush creep up her neck, I couldn’t hold back. I needed to be a part of her. Grabbing her hips I twisted around so I could get as deep into her as possible. Using my thumb I massaged her clit while franticly thrusting into her, feeling the walls around my cock convulse and hearing her scream “Oh God Draco cum with me!” sent me into nirvana. Bliss was always the moments following spilling my seed into her. Bliss was looking into those big brown eyes and knowing one day we would really be bound to one another.
~END OF FLASHBACK~
Sitting at our table, it’s ours, not mine-I never would have picked this. Its old and some dark wood, not rustic but very simplistic in its beauty. Like her, I guess. Anyway, sitting here all I can think about is her. How we each have an apartment and they both feel like her. The table, the chairs, the lamps, the art, FUCK even the bloody shelves are her. Even the sheets that I incinerated this morning were her. They were soft and a pale green that complimented her fair skin. They smelled like her. They reminded me of what I’ve done. I’ve betrayed her. I’m not sure if she betrayed me. I hate her right now.
I’m not even sure what I saw last night. I know I saw Theo kiss her. I know it. I know I did not see her hit him. I know I drank a lot and was angry and took it out on Pansy. Oh shit. Pansy. She should never have been in the middle of this. It was a mistake. And Hermione was there. I remember she was in the doorway. Was she there to gloat? She wasn’t smiling, or didn’t seem upset. What was that expression? I feel like I should know what she was feeling. I should write Potter. I should ask why he’s sent me 20 notes. I should probably read any of them. I'll open the last one sent about two hours ago.
Draco,
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings or insecurities right now. I’m letting you know there was an incident at Hermione’s after we all left last night. I guess if you bump into Pansy again she can fill you in.
This is only a courtesy to Hermione
Harry
What the fuck. I don’t want to contact Pansy. You don’t fuck your friends. It’s a rule. I have to get ahold of her though. Fuck.
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