In the Eyes of the Enemy

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In the Eyes of the Enemy- Chapter Five A Stolen Moment


Hermione waited for Harry outside the Potions class. He was the last one to leave the dungeon and sporting a large frown. She waved to get his attention but when that didn’t work she resorted to yelling, “Harry, over here.” Harry looked up and was able to give her a small smile as he walked over to where she waited for him.

He mustered up the most hopeful voice he could manage. “Aren’t you heading back to your room before the potion takes effect?”

Hermione shook her head and replied, “I will soon but I wanted to see how you were first that was just awful what Snape did in there. I’ve been helping Neville all these years and it’s never held me back in his class. He could have left us paired together or given you a better partner. You want to become an Auror; you need this class. It’s just not right.”

Harry raised his hand to stop her from going any further, “I know its not, but you know Snape. Once his mind is set that’s it, there isn’t any changing it. I’ll just need to work harder. I was too worried about making sure Neville did everything right for his potion, since I was the one who would be drinking it, that I let my own potion suffer. When I turned back to help him with it, it was too late. Maybe it’s like Snape said, we need to do this for ourselves, and I’ll just need to make sure mine is done, then help Neville.” Harry gave Hermione a real smile this time and said, “Even if it does land me in the hospital wing, it’s better than any more zeros.”

Hermione pulled Harry into a hug before asking, “You’re sure you’ll be okay?”

Harry nodded. “I’m more worried about you right now. Having a lovey-dovey feeling for Malfoy is not a sight I wish to see.”

With a look of panic Hermione said, “The potion, I almost forgot! Harry, I’d better run.” From halfway down the hall Hermione yelled, “Bye Harry. Keep an eye on Ron for me.” With that Harry turned and made his way toward the Gryffindor tower.

‘Only five more minutes…Why did the stairs choose this moment to change on me?’ Hermione dashed through the halls and up another flight of stairs backtracking after being turned around when the stairs had shifted beneath her. She finally made it to the Prefect’s meeting room and opened the Head’s door. She didn’t waste anytime looking around the common room; instead she made her way straight for her portrait announcing the pard, rd, and scrambled for the sanctuary of her room. Hermione was once again overpowered by the sweet smell of the roses and a sudden weightless dizzy feeling came over her causing her to collapse on her bed.

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Draco had also found himself overpowered by lightness as if a heavy burden had been released from him and he drifted off too sleep. His heart started pounding and his mind began racing. He couldn’t stop thinking of Hermione; the shimmer of her lips in the dark, the fullness of her breasts, the way her face seemed to radiate it’s own light.

He tried to control himself. ‘Get a grip this isn’t real, it’s just a potion,’ he thought. ‘Shesn’tsn’t love you anymore than you love her.’ Angry again he clinched his fist. ‘But you do love her, don’t you? A pureblood wizard, on his way to becoming one of Lord Voldemort’s death eaters, and you’ve fallen for your prey, who is nothing more than a filthy Mudblood. You’re supposed to be fng hng her but your only fooling yourself. You love the way she smiles, the way she feels, the way her eyes dance when she knows she’s right. She’s no filthy Mudblood. She a brilliant witch, a beautiful witch, but she’ll never be your witch.’ With that last thought Draco slammed his fist into the wall above his bed. “Damn it!”


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Hermione woke from her short slumber feeling relaxed and warm inside. The moment the smell of the flowers rose to her nose, she rberebered Draco. He had been so kind and thoughtful. In the last twenty-four hours he was like a new man in her eyes. He wasn’t the arrogant git she’s always thought him to be. He hadn’t called her a Mudblood once since she got on the train. In fact, he had surprised her by calling her Hermione.

A warm shiver passed up her spine at the thought of him calling her by her first name. Hermione tried to remind herself, ‘This is only a potion. These feelings of love aren’t real.’ In a moment of terror she gripped her blanket in her fist. Love? She couldn’t possibly be in love. Sure, she loved the way he looked, the strength in his hands, the way he smelled.

The aroma of the roses drifted around her again, circling her like a warm hug. ‘The roses before we even took the potion-- he said they reminded him of me. What did he mean by that?’ Hermione jumped off the bed and headed for the door declaring aloud, “I’m going to find out.”

Hermione marched across the common room and straight over to the smirking portrait on the wall who asked, “What do you want, Granger?”

Hermione stiffened for a moment then deciding this was only Draco’s likeness not really him as she replied, “I need to speak with Draco, please.”

The likeness merely grinned. “Well, I have orders that he is not to be disturbed by anyone and that means you Mudblood. Hurry along.”

Hermione was enraged and began to scream, “Draco Malfoy, you get out her right this instant or I’m tearing down this portrait and coming in after you.”

With that the portrait swung open and Draco stepped though the doorway. Their eyes locked and Draco reached out his hands pulling her face to meet his lips in a soft embrace. At first she started to squirm but then yielded to his kiss, her mouth opened allowing her tongue to find his.

After a moment the kiss was broken but only long enough for his lips to find her cheeks and continue down her neck, causing her to give a low moan.

‘Merlin, what am I doing?’ she questioned herself but pushed the thought from her mind as she was over-whelmed in love for Draco. Or was it lust?

A shiver passed along Draco’s spine as her hands, which had found their way inside his robes, began piercing his skin. He took the opportunity to undo the clasp at her neck, which were holding her own robes in place, once undone they fell silently to the floor.

Draco returned to her lips, feeling his passion burning, lifted her around is waist. Kissing feverishly, he turned her toward the wall and all it’s books; all the books she loved. He wanted her to love him like that, too.

He set her down against the wall, but pressed against her. He focused his attention to her neck and ears while his hands matched hers, button for button, in removing each other’s shirts.

Hermione wanted to cry. He was kissing her breasts and the pleasure was more than anything she knew possible. He wasn’t stopping and she didn’t want him to stop. It felt right; it felt good.

He had removed her underwear, without her even realizing it, and teased her with his fingers while still suckling her breasts. It was almost too much to take. Her hips began rolling beneath his hand, and she began to moan with pleasure. It was the that she called out his name, “Oh, Draco.”

That was it for him, his passion was stirring too strong, and he pulled her up around his waist again. He pivoted around and turned toward the couch allowing the two of them to collapse on top of it. He continued kissing and caressing her body. He then felt her hands undoing his belt, then pants, and finally boxers. He was hard and she had all but asked, so he kissed her fiercely while entering her.

Hermione felt a sharp pain as he entered and single row of tears flowed from her eyes but she didn’t want to stop. Her back arched and her hips moved to meet his. The pain melted away and became pleasure. He was a skilled lover, of that she had no doubt. He found places on her body that would cause her to moan and writhe beneath him. It was pure bliss as they continued in their rocking motion. She never wanted it to end; for him to no longer be a part of her.

Draco didn’t want to stop. Her body beneath his felt perfect. Never before had he been with someone who could meet him at every step. She looked beautiful beneath him. In his stolen glances, he could see the soft smile on her face, and the way she bit her lip when he hit a spot that pushed her ecstasy further. She felt right; this felt right. He didn’t want this moment to end but then he felt her spasm beneath him, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer, and climaxed along with her.

After their moment of passion, Hermione and Draco remained curled up together on the couch. Hermione’s head rested on Draco’s bare chest; her eyes closed, enjoying the soft kisses he placed on her head periodically. His arms were wrapped around her body, holding her close beside him. With a smile she glanced down at his hand, which rested protectively on her hip, and was startled to find it covered in blood. She panicked, was it her blood? True, she had never been with a man before, but there was so much blood, it looked to extend outwards from his knuckles and flow down across his hand.

Hermione gasped, “Draco, look at your hand. Something’s wrong.”

Hearing her words, Draco became aware of the momentarily forgotten pain in his hand. It throbbed and was swelling, he wasn’t sure, but it may have been broken. He remembered that he had smashed his fist into the wall; furious about his unrequited feelings for her, but that had been before she had come for him, demanded he come out. Then the most glorious thing happened they were together, everything felt perfect, he didn’t want it to end but the pain couldn’t be ignored any longer.

Draco told Hermione, “I was so upset at the thought of you not feeling the same way about me, that I feel about you. I punched the wall just before you came to find me.” Embarrasat rat revealing the truth so willingly Draco cast his eyes down at the ground.

Hermione, not wasting any time, leapt from the couch taking Draco’s good hand in hers as she went around the room gathering up their clothes, and pulled him toward her portrait. Oddly enough her portrait now contained both likeness curled up together much as they had been on the couch. Hermione announced, “Restricted section,” and once the portrait swung open she pulled Draco through to her bedroom.

She handed him his share of the clothing and ordered, “Go in the bathroom, get dressed and wash your hand, then come back here. I’ll have everything ready by then.”

Draco did as he was told and then washed his hand in the sink removing as much of the blood as possible and he placed a crimson towel over the wound to stop the bleeding.

In the bedroom, Draco found Hermione fully clothed again, wand in hand, mumbling something over and over before realizing he was in the room. She was looking directly at him. His heart stopped at that moment, she was so beautiful, her skin was glowing, and the smile she was giving him filled him with such warmth. Her hair was a bit messy from their encounter earlier in the common room, but in his eyes, it only added to her allure. He wanted to kiss her again and take her in his arms. He rushed forward but was stopped when Hermione reached out and held his damaged hand.

“ink ink I can fix it, but if you want, we can go to Madame Pomfrey. She would know what to do for sure.” Hermione looked to him for a response.

Draco shook his head, “No, I want you to do it if you can, please Hermione.”

She nodded and held his hand in hers. She moved her wand over the area and chanted, “Manus Repairo.” A soft blue light passed over Draco’s hand leaving behind only a faint white jagged line across the top of his knuckles.

Draco pulled Hermione into a hug then kissed her firmly on the lips. “You’re a brilliant witch,” he said with a smile.

Hermione ginned back at him. “You’re not so bad yourself. After all you, were smart enough to be my Head Boy.” They laughed and their lips found each other’s again.

The moment was broken though, by Dobby who let out a scream. “Miss Hermione, is you okay?” Dobby started swatting at Draco. “Get off her, get off of Miss Hermione.”

Hermione panicked. “No Dobby. It’s fine. He’s not hurting me, it’s okay.”

Draco turned and looked at Hermione in confusion. “You know my house-elf Dobby?”

Dobby growled, “Nasty old master’s son. Dobby is not your house-elf any longer. Now Dobby is paid wages for his work and serves no master. Now, Dobby has friends. Dobby is Hermione’s friend and Hermione is Dobby’s friend. Miss Hermione is making Dobby and the other elves fine hats and sweaters. Only Dobby is taking clothes now, but when any other house-elf is wanting them, Hermione is offering to make them hats and sweaters of their own. You is to stay away from Miss Hermione, she is good. You is very bad.”

Draco looked furious and Hermione sighed, “Dobby, it’s okay, I promise. What did you need Dobby?” Still glaring at Draco, who had wrapped his arms possessively around Hermione.

Dobby declared, “Dobby is bringing your dinner. Where is you liking me to put it?”

Hermione replied, “I think in the common room would be best Dobby.” Dobby nodded and disappeared with a pop.

Hermione turned back to Draco, “We better stop in case Dobby says something to Harry or Ron. They’d hex you into next week if they’d found us doing what were before in the common room.” Hermione left the bedroom, but as Draco followed, he felt a small leathery hand grasp his.

When he turned and looked down he saw Dobby giving him an angry scowl. “You will not hurt Miss Hermione or you is going to be the one hurting.” Before Draco could swat at Dobby he was gone again with a pop.

Hermione called to him from the common room, “Draco, are you coming?”

He replied, “Yes, Hermione. I’m right behind you,” and stepped through the doorway.

The coffee table in the living room was floating so that it was the height of a normal dining table. The Head Girl and Boy chair’s had been placed at each end of the table, which was now covered in a feast. Draco and Hermione took a seat at either end of the table and filled their golden settings with food. After the meal was concluded, they curled up together on the couch while the house-elves returned to the room to the way it was before the meal.

Draco gently stroked Hermione’s hair, noting how soft if felt against his fingers, the way it smelled like fresh cut flowers, and the way it had glints of red if the light struck it at an angle. He whispered in her ear, “I think I’m falling in love with you, Hermione Granger.”

Hermione turned to look at him her eyes filled with tears but a smile on her face. “Really Draco?”

He nodded. “YHermHermione. I love you.”

More tears flooded her eyes. “I love you, too.”

There lips found each other and their mouths parted to allow their tongues to meet. After a long moment, Hermione broke the embrace anispeispered, “It’s late but I don’t want to be apart from you. Will you come with me?”

Draco smiled and took her hand. They went together to her room that there their likeness’ were asleep together curled, held in an embrace. Hermione cleared her throat and announced her password to her drowsy likeness, which nodded as the portrait swung open.

Once inside again Hermione blushed, and excused herself to the bathroom while Draco walked over to the window and looked out into the night sky. His mind was racing. ‘You told her you loved her and she said she loved you back. Isn’t that what the potion does makes you think you love them? No, Snape said it amplifies any feelings you have however small so somewhere deep down, she does have feelings for you and you for her.’

Before his mind could continue any longer he heard her return to the bedroom wearing only a towel and her hair damp from what must have been a bath she was taking. She headed toward her closet and slipped a crimson negligee over her figure before crawling under the blankets of her bed. She was stunning, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her every feature. Each aspect of her both intrigued and excited him.

Hermione smiled and asked, “Would you mind joining me? I don’t want to be alone tonight.” She watched him head toward the bed. He began to casually undressing as he made his way closer. Her removed everything but his boxers and slid in beside her. She felt his arms surround her and pull her body against his causing a shudder to pass through her body.

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and whispered into her ear, “Goodnight, Hermione.”

To which she whispered back, “Goodnight, Draco.” Within a matter of moments they were fast asleep content in each other’s arms.