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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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“Mmm,” she moaned drowsily, arching her neck to allow the lips travelling it more space. Her dreams jumbled as she slowly roused, a warm hand cupping her breast, massaging it lazily as another snuck beneath her and lithe fingers tickled over her stomach. She moaned again, bowing back into the wonderful feelings awakened in her and felt a hard body, hot and tight against her, a certain part pressing achingly into her rump.
More awake now, she reached her hand back to cup Draco’s head and turned hers, bringing their lips together smoothly, slowly, enjoying the lingering feel of his pillow kisses. She sighed into his mouth, content, aroused. He drew her tighter against him so they were connected down to their feet, his hips rolling and pressing his hard member into her lower back and she gasped feeling the size of it, remembering the feel of it stretching her. The hand beneath her snuck lower and pressed one long digit between her legs and she shifted slightly to give him more access, his legs pressing them apart. She moaned softly as he found her hood and massaged it sending bolts of electricity through her, exciting her, bringing out a newfound desire. She couldn’t help it, every time this man touched her she fell apart. She was completely under his power.
Her hips began to move against his hand, wanting more. He stimulated her, rubbing that sensitive nub faster and faster and she grew wetter and wetter, begging him silently to end her suffering. Sounds tore from her throat as he continued to kiss her, his movements unhurried except for the finger making her lose her mind. She couldn’t understand why he didn’t slide his fingers down, stretch her open, but his movements continued, holding her in place as she writhed beneath his ministrations, her body winding up.
She came so quickly, so unexpectedly, that she lost her voice and her body stiffened, her nails dug, every muscle tense. He worked her through it as she came down, his movements slowing, drawing out the delicious sensations still gliding through her body.
“Oh,” she gasped, her voice conveying her shock. He chuckled softly, knowingly, his teeth nipping her ear and sending shivers down her spine. Finally he allowed two fingers to slide into her dripping folds, massaging the sensitive skin there and she jerked into his hands, the sensations making her eyes roll. This slow, tantalizing destruction of her body was more than she could bear.
He hushed her gently and the hand splayed across her ribs to still her moved south, taking in her succulent form, tracing every curve. He weighed her ample bottom, enjoying it, before grabbing her thigh and lifting her leg over his, shifting her up slightly so he could wend his second hand between them and slip his clever fingers straight into her core. She jerked, her body on fire as one hand rubbed her sensitive folds and the other worked its way into her, faster and faster, her body writhing in pleasure.
“Oh, Draco,” she moaned, her voice catching as he murmured unheard words, his baritone washing over her, adding to the fuel. His lips worked her neck, slick with sweat, as she grabbed at any piece of him she could, her nails ripping his skin which only spurred him on. She lost track of time and space as waves of euphoria took her over and over and over until it broke and she was screaming, the world shattering and in an instant he plunged into her, stretching her, sending her straight back over the edge until she couldn’t catch her breath, every hard stroke pushing her further and deeper into oblivion. He wrapped her into his arms and her hands caught purchase on the bed to keep her still as he pounded into her, his grunts exciting her.
“Oh gods, Hermione,” he cried and he thrust into her straight to the hilt, jerking against her and sending her overwrought body spiraling once more. Her moans met his, muffled in the pillow beneath her as he slowly continued to move, easing them both back to the earth before he collapsed onto his back, bringing her with him, her arm thrown over his chest, their bodies half twisted, still connected in the most intimate way.
Dazed, she was slightly shocked to hear herself chuckling softly. Draco turned his head to her, a grin plastered on his face.
“Have I amused you, Miss Granger?” he panted, more calm and happy than she’d ever seen him.
“You’ve done something to me, although I’m not entirely sure what that is,” she laughed back.
He leaned over, kissing her sweaty forehead before lazily taking her lips. “I think you do.”
She looked into his eyes, so deep, so mysterious. She felt so fortunate to be the one he allowed to see past his barriers and into the greater man beneath. She recalled his heartbreaking admissions from the night before and her heart swelled with pride and-
Love.
She tampered down the swift punch of panic, attempting to stay in the moment. She would dwell on it later when she was alone, staring at the ceiling of her four-poster as she always had when thoughts of Draco would arise.
Not betraying her outlandish realization, she kissed him gently, telling him without words.
They lay there for a while, kissing slowly, touching softly, still tangled together. He was playing lazily with her hair when her eyebrows contracted.
“Draco, what time is it?”
Instantly numbers blazed before her face as the room replied to her request: 11:37.
“Sweet Merlin!” she screamed, leaping from the bed, disoriented and terrified. “Get up, get dressed! Now!”
“What in the name of-”
“We should have been at breakfast hours ago, everyone will notice we’re not there-”
“Hermione, slow down, it’s fine-”
“No it isn’t, it isn’t, McGonagall was not happy with my last minute request to stay and I know she’s going to be keeping an eye on me and if she sees you gone as well then-”
“Hermione, stop, for fucks sake calm down!” He grabbed her arms as she was halfway through yanking her arms into her oxford.
“No one is going to think anything of this,” he said calmly, halting her spluttering attempts to argue. “No one. There is not a teacher in the damnable place who knows I’m here besides Snape, and he’s not ratting me out. You slept in, big deal, like anyone here would be shocked you’re pulling overnighters worrying about some silly exam or other. Relax.”
Taken aback, she nodded and he slackened his grip, though she didn’t continue dressing. “How come the teachers don’t know you’re here? And how did they not miss you on the platform with everyone else?”
“Snape used a Polyjuice Potion to imitate me. For all the others know I’m home with mommy dearest.”
Hermione cocked an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t want Snape’s help?”
He shrugged. “Figured since he was bound to I might as well take what I can get. I told him if I let him do this one thing he’d have to leave me alone about it for a while.”
She snorted. “Can’t imagine he was too happy with the prospect.”
“He wasn’t, but he didn’t have a choice. He made the Vow.”
She nodded. “Who…who else knows about it?”
His face turned to stone, the reaction she’d been hoping to avoid now that they were closer.
“No one. And do not ask me about it again.”
How could he turn so cold, so fast? Especially after what they’d just shared? “Draco, I know there are others, Harry saw two girls-”
“Are you three following me?”
“No! Of course not! I mean Harry, maybe, sort of, but that’s just because he’s worried-”
“And what about you? Worried I might be just as evil as Potter deems me to be?”
“Of course not, I know you-”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” she snapped, harshly, meeting his gaze. “I do. I know you a good bit better than anyone else in this messed up world you damn well know it!”
His gaze faltered, then slowly softened infinitesimally. “Yes. I guess you do. So since you know me so well you’ll understand how important it is when I beg you, please do not get involved.”
They stared at each other and she could see the depth of anguish behind his eyes again, just as she’d seen last night. Her head was screaming at her not to give in, to keep pushing until he relented, divulging all of the details of his obviously horrible mission. She knew that whatever it was, if he succeeded, could very possibly bring their side down. What if Harry was in danger? What if his mission was to kill him? Kidnap him, hand him over to Voldemort? Could she live the rest of her life knowing she hadn’t tried to stop it?
But she knew, now, looking at him wretched and pleading, that if she pushed she would lose him forever. And she knew she would never live with herself if she lost him. She loved him. She needed him. And right now, he needed her. Maybe, if she was patient, she could win him over. But not today.
“Alright,” she relented, wondering for the hundredth time if she was indeed selling her soul to Hades himself. “Alright, Draco. I’ll drop it. But only if you listen to me for one minute, just the one.”
He clenched his jaw, but she knew she had him. “Go on.”
“Whatever it is you have to do, I know that it will hurt us. My side. I am putting all of my friends and family in your hands. Right now. I am trusting you. This is more than you and me; it’s more than what is between us, as wonderful as this thing is. This is my future, our future. I told you last night that you couldn’t lose me, that I was with you no matter what, and I stand by that still. I always will. Whatever you choose, I will be here. No matter what may come.”
He grabbed her hands, sighing, and brought them to his lips. His eyes closed and he held her there for just a moment before looking at her.
“And I will do everything in my power to protect you. No matter what may come.”
***
Hermione spent a restless vacation trying to keep herself occupied and not stalk Draco. He had her meeting him every evening for steamy hookups and she forced herself not to ask him about his task. It seemed he was hiding in the Room of Requirement during his illicit stay over holiday and did not join the very few others at meals and she never saw him roaming the halls. She wondered how he was getting around to work on his mission but dare not ask. He always seemed to be brooding when she arrived but his face would turn up as soon as he saw he and she couldn’t bear to ruin his mood. She had no idea the horrors he was dealing with so left them on the other side of the door when she entered. She needed the peace away from her own terrifying thoughts as it was.
“I wonder what it would be like,” she murmured tiredly one evening as they lay curled in the aftermath of a rather intense interlude.
“Hmm?”
“If we could, you know…be like this. Out in the open.”
His hand which had been drawing soft spirals on her forearm stilled. He twined their fingers and kissed her forehead.
“It would be perfect.”
She still sighed and smiled when she thought about it, making Madam Pince look at her as if she were mental.
She spent most of her time in the library, surrounded by books, buried in the research she had promised McGonagall she was intent on doing and thus felt compelled to stay true to her word since she knew the woman was suspicious. She’d found nothing on the Gaunts except for a brief description of the births and deaths in a genealogy which was severely lacking in both detail and accuracy according to Harry’s tales.
The evening before the others were to arrive she hurried up to the seventh floor and slipped inside the awaiting door. When she entered she gasped, her hands coming to her mouth. She had literally just left the Gryffindor common room, why in the world was she walking back into it?!
She turned to Malfoy who was grinning sheepishly by the fireplace which exactly like the true version, down to the latest house cup gleaming on the mantle. “Do you like it?
“But why-?”
Shoving his hands in his pockets he looked at the floor. “Well, you mentioned before, you know, about wishing we could be together, er, “out in the open” like.” His feet shuffled nervously and he still couldn’t meet her gaze. “We know we can’t, you know, actually, but I thought maybe this would make it kind of seem like it…”
Suppressing a smile, she crossed her arms. “Draco Malfoy, are you blushing?”
He scowled. “No.”
“Yes, you are! You’re blushing!”
“I am not-”
She laughed and ran over to him, jumping in his arms. He was so startled that he barely had time to catch her.
“You are so sweet, Draco Malfoy. I never would have guessed you were a romantic!”
“I’m not-!”
She halted his protest by kissing him hard. “You are. And I love it.” She kissed him again, deeper this time. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”
The blush began to lower and he smiled. “You’re welcome.”
She took his mouth and locked her legs tighter around him, pressing against him wantonly. He growled into her mouth and turned her, slamming her into the wall so hard she lost her breath. She loved it when he was like this, so crazy for her that he lost control. He plundered her mouth, obviously forgiving her little tease, and shoved his hand between them, rubbing her over her jeans.
“You know how I hate these damnable things,” he grunted, whipping out his wand and magicking them away. She gasped as the cool air hit her already dripping nether regions but he remedied the situation quickly by covering her with his hand, ramming his fingers into her and sending her straight over the edge, so fast and so hard that she could do nothing more than cling to him, spasming in the aftermath.
But he never gave her time to recover, as he rarely did, and drove straight into her, so hard it was nearly painful, just the way she liked it. And he knew it.
“Never been fucked in your precious common room, have you,” he growled, slamming into her again so that she gasped. She shook her head, unable to form the words.
“Never thought about defiling this sacred room, did you? Bet you feel dirty now, defiling it with a Slytherin?” He bit her neck sending electricity shooting through her. She grabbed his hair at the nape of his neck roughly making him growl. “You want it rough, don’t you? The good little girl likes it rough, doesn’t she?” He slammed into her harder at that so that she squealed.
“Yes, Draco yes!”
He whipped her around and shoved her so that she was bending over the nearest settee and he thrust into her from behind, filling her, making her cry out. When his hand cracked lightly against her rear she arched in protest.
“Nu uh uh, Miss Granger,” he said, pushing her head back down gently. “You’ve been a bad girl. You need your punishment, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she said, unsure of how she felt about this type of role play. But when his hand came down again just slightly harder than last time, he followed it with a sharp thrust that had her careening back towards that peak.
“Oh,” she moaned when he did it again, harder, and again.
“Hmm, Miss Granger, you seem to be enjoying this. It is supposed to be punishment, after all. Maybe I should stop?”
“No!” she begged. “Please, I-I’ve been very bad, I n-need…”
He stopped, buried fully in her, and ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts as he leaned down and his lips came to her ear. “What do you need, Miss Granger?”
She shivered when he nipped her lobe. “You. I need you, Malfoy.”
He squeezed her breasts tighter, rolling his hips against her and nibbled her shoulder. “And who else do you need?”
“No one,” she gasped. “No one.”
He bit her hard enough that she gasped. “Damn right.”
With that he began pounding into her, so fast and so hard that she had to cling to the couch to stay stable, wails of pleasure keening from her throat. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back so that she was arching, her head against his shoulder.
“Say my name,” he grunted into her ear, never slowing, his hot breath on her neck.
“Draco.”
“Again!”
“Draco!”
“LOUDER!”
“DRACO!”
His hips rode hers in a flurry and immediately shoved them both over the edge, both of them bucking against the intensity as he screamed her name into the night. He slumped over her, one arm around her stomach, holding them flush together, the other one searching out her fingers, linking them, his hot cheek resting on her shoulder as they fought for breath.
She loved that he could do this, go from wildly fucking her to softly loving her in an instant. She turned her face to kiss him, giggling when she was obstructed by a riot of curls. Chuckling softly he used his face in an attempt to nudge the tangled mess aside but to no avail. Giving up, they kissed through her hair, punctuated by laughter.
With a loud groan of exhaustion he pulled her down and they sprawled contentedly on the floor where they landed. She couldn’t help the grin plastered on her face as she turned to Draco who was looking at her, as sated as she.
And Hermione was happy.
***
She woke back in the room Draco had spent his winter vacation in to soft kisses. She stirred sleepily and returned the gesture, anticipating a lazy morning tumble.
“Mmm, keep kissing me like that and we won’t make it in time,” he murmured. “Come on, wake up, there’s something I want to show you.”
“Hmm?”
She opened her bleary eyes and realized he was not in bed with her, but standing beside her, fully dressed in thick winter robes. He rubbed her back in an attempt to rouse her.
“What-?”
“Shh, don’t ask, it’s a surprise. Come on, I don’t want to miss it.”
He dragged her out of bed and helped her dress, his hands lingering on her naked body before wrapping her in heavy robes she recognized as her own, pulled gloves over her hands, boots onto her feet, and adjusted her hair so that it would not get caught as he tugged a hat over her head.
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out into the corridor and alarms went off in Hermione’s head.
“Draco, this is dangerous, we shouldn’t be out here-”
“It’s fine, no one is up.”
“Surely Filch is patrolling!”
He snorted. “That old bat? He hasn’t worried me for years.”
“Pardon me, but I believe he was the one who caught you sneaking around during Slughorn’s party!”
“Only because I let him.”
Hermione stopped, Draco’s arm nearly ripping from its socket when it was jerked back from her sudden movement.
“Let him?” she hissed, confused. “Why on earth would you let him?”
“I had thought that was obvious.” Once again, Draco looked to his feet, embarrassed by his compassionate actions. “To rescue you from McLaggen.”
Stunned, Hermione shook her head. “Why?”
“Because I couldn’t stand the idea of him touching you.”
She was shocked by the admission. To know that he risked detention in an effort to release her from McLaggen’s mauling touched her more than she could admit.
“Thank you,” she whispered, standing on her tip toes to kiss him. Suddenly aware that they were standing in the middle of the corridor she persisted.
“But Draco really, what if someone catches you?” she glanced around nervously. She realized that she was no longer worried about getting caught and possibly getting detention or worse, having one of her teachers ashamed of her; she was worried about the possibility of Draco being caught. “You’ll be expelled or worse…”
He chuckled, taking her hand again and tugging her along. “Quit worrying, mother, I’ve wandered these halls enough to know when they’re being monitored. No one is searching for students this early in the morning.”
“What time is it?” she asked, seeing the sky out of the high windows just beginning to lighten.
“Early.”
“But-”
“Hush!”
Dismayed, she followed along, not letting him know that she was actually burning with curiosity. She kept her eyes peeled and protested wildly when he led her straight to the thick oak doors.
“Draco, no,” she whispered harshly, trying to pull him back. “Someone will see us!”
“No one is going to see us!”
Much stronger, he pushed led her through the unlocked doors and out into the biting cold.
“Draco, really, it’s dangerous-”
“Honestly, I don’t know how Potter got into as much trouble as he did. I would have given up years ago just to stop your nagging!”
She glared at him but silently forgave him when she saw the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement. Silently.
“Very funny. But seriously-”
“You know, we’d be much sneakier if you weren’t making so much damn noise.”
She fumed.
“Just relax, please. Look around you. We’re the only ones awake. No one else. Just us.”
She looked around anxiously but saw nothing suspicious. He was right, nothing else stirred but the icy wind, no sound was made but the crunching of their boots in the snow. Still, she kept her eyes peeled and her hand on her wand in her pocket.
They walked for a long time, Draco silently erasing their footsteps behind them. He took her down to the lake and around, much further than students were allowed. They strolled in easy silence, Hermione relaxing the further they went, sure no one had thought to patrol this far out when it was so early and so cold, and surely no one could see them from the castle any longer. She enjoyed watching the world rouse slowly to join them, the rustle of leaves in the forest, the shadows slinking back against the coming day.
When she was certain they were on the complete opposite side of the lake Draco led her into the forest and helped her up a hill, their feet sliding in the snow. They moved deeper and deeper into the trees, the incline steepening until she was panting. Merlin, she was out of shape!
At long last he tugged her to the top and wrapped her in his arms while they caught their breath.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. She did as she was told and he turned her back towards the way they’d come and curled his arms around her protecting her from biting cold.
He kissed her neck then rested his cheek against hers. “Open.”
She gasped and the hands that would have come to her mouth but were hindered by his embrace clenched his arms instead. Words could not describe the beauty of the scene laid out before her, a landscape visible through a perfectly placed gap in the branches of the trees where gently twinkling stars were fading beneath the brilliant purples, pinks, and oranges bursting from the sun still hidden beneath the hills. The castle was silhouetted in stark contrast the spectacular sky, the windows seeming to catch fire. The grounds glittered silver white around it and below them the iced over lake was dark and beckoning. It was the most beautiful she’d ever seen the place she’d called home for so many years and it took her breath away.
“Thank you,” she breathed for the second time that morning, the air misting before her. He hugged her tighter in response and they stood there a long time watching the sun slowly rise.
Eventually Draco lowered them to the ground, casting an Impervious Charm against the snow. Hermione snuggled between his legs and enjoyed the feel of his arms around her, taking in this moment, mesmerizing every detail so that she could bring it to mind later when the world would intrude once more.
“I used to dream about bringing you here,” Draco murmured softly, the morning too still and innocent for sound. “I wondered what it would be like to know that you felt the same about me, to be able to share a moment like this with you. After all I’d done I knew there was no chance…”
He sighed, pressing his forehead into her shoulder and she tightened her hold on him. “If there wasn’t a war I wouldn’t have cared what my friends thought or if my parents disinherited me or if my entire house turned against me, I would have made you mine.”
Hermione’s heart stopped in her chest.
“None of it would have mattered to me; I want you to know that. You are worth more than all of them. The only reason we have to do this, sneak around, play this game, is to protect you. I can’t put you in danger any more than I already have. What we’re doing is impossible. But it’s true.”
Moved, she rested her cheek against him. “It is, Draco. I would have never dreamed something like this would happen to me, and especially not with you. What were the chances a prestigious Pureblood would look twice at a lowly Mudblood? Especially the Pureblood looking at the Mudblood. But you did.” She sighed. “I have been invisible my whole life. And then you saw me.”
He turned her just enough so that he could cup her face in his hands and his eyes found hers. “You’ll never be invisible again. I see you, and what I see floors me every single day. You’re the only thing that keeps me going anymore. Only you.”
They made love, right there in the open, not hidden behind walls. They shared their love with the trees and the earth bore witness to their admissions. Right in that place where they were hidden but did not hide, where they were protected by the world which tore them apart.
But time invaded and they were forced to head back to their lives, their roles, to don their armor and guard their tired hearts. At the edge of the forest he kissed her one last time, lingering, and watched as she ran back to the castle where she ran straight up to her dormitory and embraced her best friend with love and enthusiasm.
And their game began again.
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XOXO
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