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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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She couldn't do this.
Hermione took another deep breath and told herself to calm down, that this wasn't the end of the world. In fact, compared to the tasks she was up to in the next few weeks, this was nothing. Nothing at all.
Then why did she feel as though she'd rather face down a hundred Death Eaters than walk out that door? Because if she left now, if she started her day, then she would have to go forth with the plan Malfoy had in mind.
Tonight, she would lose her virginity.
She'd woken to a note from Malfoy telling her to meet him in the Room of Requirement that night instead of the usual dungeon and all hell had broken loose from there.
Hermione now genuinely felt for all those women who, for centuries, dreaded their wedding night, the anticipation mounting as they knew exactly when that time would come. The young girls who were dragged up to the alter like sacrificial virgins to seal their fate with a man they had never met before in their life and was probably twice their age. At least Hermione had the decency of knowing her "partner" before tonight. It was more than most of those poor women had.
Knowing she was delaying, Hermione set her chin and walked out of her dormitory. She resisted the urge to scramble back up the staircase and instead descended with quiet elegance. She was proud of her progress in make-up application and thought her hair looked much more acceptable than the day before. Narcissa's warning about keeping up appearances had spurred her into making an extra effort today. It had absolutely nothing to do with the night ahead. Nothing at all.
"Ah, there you are!" Blaise called, rising from a chair and striding forward to meet her at the bottom step. "Slept in a bit, did we? Well, no worries, I've had breakfast sent up for you."
Hermione saw the platter sitting on a coffee table before the fire, a single blood red rose in a vase next to it. Smothering the urge to run from the room, she gave a small smile instead and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his smooth cheek.
"It's lovely," she said, hoping Valouris was nice about a thing like this, at the very least. He seemed pleased as he ushered her to the food which he had kept warm with a Heating Charm. Not in the least bit hungry and slightly skeptical, Hermione took the opportunity to hide pieces of kipper and bacon and egg in a handkerchief when Blaise was turned away.
"Might I inquire as to what all this extravagance is about?" Hermione questioned. Blaise looked up at her from the fire where he'd been deep in thought and smiled, leaning forward to take her hand.
"Do I need a reason to dote upon the love of my life?" he asked, his eyes shadowed. Hermione knew immediately something was wrong, but would Valouris see it as well? She looked around and noticed for the first time that the common room was completely empty even though it was a weekend morning. Was this a normal occurrence or did Blaise have something to do with it?
Anxious to gain the upper-hand, she searched for something to say. Did he have any idea about the Death Eater meetings? Then she remembered Lucius' note from the night before.
"Blaise," she said lowly even though there was not a soul in sight. "My father has requested you join us Monday evening."
She gazed at him meaningfully and he nodded very nonchalantly although the bobbing of his Adam's apple gave him away. He gave her a small smile.
"Of course, my love. All the more reason to enjoy the weekend while we have it! Have you talked to Slughorn about tonight?"
"Blaise, I told you I couldn't get out of this. Let's just reschedule for tomorrow night, I'll take the evening off of studying," she simpered, turning her hand over in his and twining their fingers as she had with Harry numerous times. Although when she held Harry's hand she felt comfort, not abject loathing. Blaise looked thoroughly disappointed but finally agreed.
"Aren't you going to eat more?" he asked and Hermione was glad she hadn't had more than a few nibbles of toast.
"I'm fine, actually," she answered, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at him. What had he put in the breakfast? And why? Was he trying to poison her? But that didn't make sense, he was about to propose to her…
"Are you feeling alright?" he continued to question.
"Yes…Blaise, what's with this strange behavior?" Hermione hoped beyond hope that Valouris wasn't as dense as the other Slytherin girls seemed to be.
"Val…it's just," he looked about to say something but changed his mind and smiled. "I just want to be sure you're ready."
"Ready for what, exactly?"
"Don't act coy, it doesn't become you," he said sternly, his eyes turning cold. Hermione started at this abrupt change.
"Alright. Then are you having doubts about my abilities?" Hermione asked scathingly.
"No! Of course not!" he backtracked. "I'm just concerned is all."
"You are? Or someone else?" His face turned hard as she caught on to his antics. "Who have you been talking to?"
"No one, just drop it," he snapped. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Who have you been sneaking off to see every night?"
Hermione concentrated on keeping her face clear and realized what he had put in the breakfast. Veritaserum. He was interrogating her. But why would her future fiancé have reason to interrogate her?
"I told you, Professor Slughorn has assigned me to Remedial Potions. Every night at nine until he believes me ready for my N.E.W.T's."
"Is that so?" he leered, leaning back and folding his hands on his chest. "Because I spoke to him about allowing you to take tonight off and he claims he is completely ignorant of you two ever setting these lessons up, let alone that fact that you have been attending them for days."
Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit! Of course the sodding Slytherin would sneak behind her back...
"You know it's policy for them not to discuss such things with other students," Hermione replied coolly, placing her full napkin on the platter and sitting back to eye him. "He was probably just trying to protect my privacy. Besides, I don't really see that it's your business to intrude into my personal life."
"Not my business?" he growled, sitting up hastily. "Not my business? Valouris, you will be my wife! Everything you do is my business!"
"I was not under the impression we were engaged," Hermione replied sharply.
Blaise blanched, as much as he could with his dark features, but quickly recovered. "You know we are betrothed…"
"My parents have no say in what I do," she snapped, guessing that Valouris would be somewhat of a rebel and hoping she wasn't making herself sound like a fool. Things were getting far too deep…
"But the Dark Lord does."
Hermione's breath caught at her mistake. Voldemort had set this up?
"Is this your idea of a proposal?" She tried to keep her arrogant tone, but her heart was beating so fast it threatened to fly right out of her chest.
Blaise cursed and scrubbed his face. When he dug something out of his pocket Hermione's hummingbird heart stopped dead in its tracks.
"This isn't how I wanted to do this," he said, a nervous smile creeping to his lips as he sank to one knee before her. "But now is as good a time as any. Valouris, my love, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Hermione made a sound in the back of her throat when he opened the ring box. The intricately designed diamond was bigger than her knuckle, the Zabini crest wrapped around it. Remembering that she was supposed to be happy about this, Hermione contorted her features into a smile and cupped her mouth as she had seen hundreds of simpering women do on the telly.
"Of course!" She was proud that she was able to choke out the words without throwing up. Blaise grinned like a fool and took the ring out of the box and placed it on the third finger of her left hand where it tightened to fit her. The weight on her finger was nothing compared to the one on her heart.
When he continued to sit there she realized he was waiting for her to react. Completely ignorant of these situations, Hermione leaned forward and laid a chaste kiss on his lips. As she tried to move back he gripped the back of her head.
"Is that all I get from my fiancée, then?" His knowing smile told her he was expecting much more. Her stomach twisted. No, no this wasn't supposed to happen yet! Not until Sunday! She was still a virgin!
He took her lips and ravished them; it was the only word she could think of to describe it. He had her pinned back in the chair in seconds and was grabbing at every part of her he could find. Hermione tried not to squeal or shy away, but it was a hard-won victory. His tongue was everywhere, covering her with spit. Her eyes welled with tears, her instincts to fight consuming her.
"Blaise, not here," she implored, her voice quivering. She swallowed down the fear and disgust as his teeth found her jaw. "Anyone could walk in."
"Since when have you cared about that?" he chortled softly against her throat, his left hand squeezing her breast painfully. "Modesty has never been one of your greatest virtues, my dear."
"Alright, so maybe I just want to wait for a little privacy. Is there anything wrong with me wanting more than just a romp on a chair to celebrate our engagement?" Hermione nudged him back with carefully restrained hysteria. She let calm inquisitiveness take over her face and he smiled.
"You're right; I'm being a complete lout. But I can't help myself around you," he plucked at her lips again. "You are absolutely intoxicating."
"I know how you feel," she replied sensually, inwardly gagging. "But we should wait for tomorrow night when we can celebrate properly."
She could see when he remembered he was supposed to be questioning her instead of mauling her, but she headed him off. "I'm going to go show the girls the ring, they're just going to die!"
Not so nicely shoving him off of her, Hermione made a mad dash for the door and skid out into the hall while he swore behind her. She tore through the dungeons and screeched when a hand appeared out of nowhere and pulled her into a classroom. Malfoy pulled off Harry's Invisibility Cloak and before he could so much as assure her who he was, she was in his arms clinging to him, shaking. Her heart was caught in her throat and the hot tears which had been waiting impatiently on the sidelines began to fall in earnest.
"Hermione what's wrong, what happened? Are you hurt?" he pulled her back to look at her, shock and concern written all over his face.
"No, no I'm fine, I'm just-" she sniffed and tried to regain some sense of composure but all she could do was conjure the image of Blaise grabbing at her, knowing that he was about to do much, much more soon and she was going to have to let him. The tears redoubled and she let out another sob. "I can't do this! I can't go through with it!"
"Hermione calm down," he urged, pushing her down onto a desk. "What happened?"
"He did it, he proposed," she choked, flashing the ring at Malfoy. He grabbed her hand and stared at it in disbelief. "But not before he tried to drug me so he could interrogate me."
"What?"
She told him the story word for word as he paced, a look of deep concentration on his angelic features. His lithe body was tense, ready to pounce at any provocation.
"-and then he was on top of me, mauling me, and I just froze up! I'm not going to be able to do this, I don't know what I'm doing, I'm going to ruin everything-"
"Stop, you're not going to ruin anything," Malfoy soothed, taking her shoulders and forcing her to look up at him. "This is going to work, we can do this. We just have to delay him, keep you out of sight until Sunday night. But you're going to have to be with Pansy, someone who can verify your whereabouts so he doesn't become more suspicious. We'll keep our meeting for tonight; we'll figure everything out then. Until then you need to straighten yourself up. Did you bring any makeup with you?"
"What?" she asked incredulously. "Did you not just hear me? I barely escaped with my virginity; I didn't exactly have time to go back for mascara!"
"Then just do the best you can, there's a mirror over there," he said, pointing to the back wall. He handed her a handkerchief and she grabbed it from him, fuming. He was more worried about what she looked like than the fact that they were almost just found out! If this was the way he was going to act, she would damn well ask someone else to do the dirty deed and erase their memory afterward!
When he finally shoved her out of the room after she had cleaned up the damage her tears had wreaked on her carefully applied face, she realized what he had done. He'd purposely made her angry, effectively erasing her fear. She sighed, knowing he had done the right thing. Now was no time to fall apart.
She searched the building for her new gang, wondering where they usually spent their Saturdays. She didn't have to look far; the three of them were sitting in the courtyard; Pansy and Daphne batting their eyes at a couple of sixth years who were blushing and Millicent was cursing an unlucky beetle who had happened to cross her path. As soon as Hermione came into view, the young men and the poor beetle were thrown from their minds as they rushed to congregate around her.
"Did you get it?"
"Oh, let me see!"
"I can't believe you're engaged!"
"How did he do it?"
"Was it romantic?"
"Let us see the ring!"
"Okay, alright, calm down!" Hermione couldn't help but smile at their obvious excitement. She shoved her left hand between them and a simultaneous screech filled the courtyard and Hermione flinched at the ear-splitting pitch.
"Oh, it's gorgeous!"
"It's huge!"
"Look at that rock!"
"Is it a diamond?"
"Is it an heirloom?"
"Of course it's new!"
"Tell us everything!"
Hermione dragged them out of the doorway to a couple of benches and told them a somewhat more romantic and less-poisoned version of the debacle ending in the most perfect kiss ever shared between two people. She had them sighing, tears welling, or in Pansy's case, filling a handkerchief. Then the plans began and Hermione allowed them full reign as they began on wild imaginings for the ideal wedding.
They whiled the hours just this way, moving to the Great Hall when lunch came about and then back to the common room after, the excited chatter never ceasing. Blaise swooped down for one lone kiss at lunch, which sent the girls into a dither and onto yet another discussion of their perfect match, but he otherwise left her alone, of which Hermione was eternally thankful. She didn't know how much more her nerves could take at this point.
Finally, after a dinner she could hardly stomach as she felt Malfoy's eyes on her the entire time, she was able to beg off from the weddings plans, which had now been worn down to their dinner options, saying that she needed to finish an essay for McGonagall. She ran for her dorm and shut herself up in her bed and tried, honestly, to finish the essay. But her hands shook and her dinner churned and she felt she might be sick. Every time she gazed at the clock she swore it was playing tricks on her. There was no way it could be 7:30 already! Hadn't she just finished dinner?
But now it was 7:53. How had that happened?
8:14. This wasn't possible…
8:28. Where was the time going?
8:36. There was still time. She could back out…
8:47. I can't do this...
At five minutes 'til, Hermione neatly rolled up the barely touched parchment, her hands quaking so hard she dropped it several times. Taking deep breaths, she forced herself to stop by Blaise and drop a kiss on his cheek before heading out. He caught her wrist as she turned away and pressed his soft lips against it.
"When can I expect you back?" his eyes were dark and questioning.
"Late. We're working with the Draught of Living Death tonight and I've been having problems with it," she lied smoothly.
"It's funny; you've never had trouble with potions before, why the sudden change?"
Hermione swallowed. "I've had a lot on my mind, is all."
He nodded, still not fully satisfied. "I'll wait up for you."
"That isn't necessary," she said too quickly. "You don't have to wait up for me."
"Regardless, I will."
"Really, it'll be very late and we have a big day tomorrow-"
"I'll see you when you get back."
Hermione could see there was no changing his mind so she forced a smile and hurried out, late yet again. She raced through the castle and stopped outside the door which had already been conjured, meaning Malfoy was waiting inside, to collect herself. She smacked herself in the forehead when she realized she hadn't even looked in the mirror since this morning when she'd had to fix her makeup. She must look a wreck! Doing the best she could in the time she had, she straightened her Slytherin uniform and smoothed down her hair.
It was now or never.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You can do this. This means nothing.
She opened the door and Malfoy looked up from a chocolate brown settee nestled in front of a crackling fire. It was ridiculous that they needed a fire in June, but the frost from the Dementors would not wear off, no matter the season. Hermione realized she was indeed shivering, although she doubted highly that it had anything to do with the temperature around her and everything to do with the hungry gaze in Malfoy's eyes. That molten grey could burn through steel.
He set down the drink he had in his hand and stood, his eyes never leaving hers. Hermione couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. When he started to walk towards her slowly, measuring, her heart thudded with every step. She must look like a terrified rabbit being hunted down by the big, bad wolf but she couldn't do anything except stand there until he was practically on top of her. Her heart stopped then, just quit moving in her chest, as he reached out one hand to gently brush the hair from her face, his fingertips barely gliding over her skin.
Her heart went into palpitations at the simple gesture and she could see the fire in his eyes, knew what was about to happen. But he surprised her when, instead of leaning in for a kiss, he grabbed her hand gently.
"Come sit with me," he purred and she allowed herself to be pulled to the overstuffed couch, sitting stiffly as Malfoy poured her a goblet of deep red wine. He handed it to her, steadying the chalet when her hands shook hard enough to spill the beverage.
"This will help," he smiled kindly and she nodded jerkily, taking a large gulp and wincing at the sting, forcing it back past the ball lodged in her throat. He grabbed his own goblet and settled next to her, close enough to touch but purposefully refraining from doing so.
"Did you have any more run-ins with Blaise?" he asked quietly, sipping elegantly from his goblet making her wince at her uncouth performance thus far. She knew he was purposefully steering their conversation away from what was about to take place and she was grateful, jumping at his distraction.
"No, I kept myself busy with wedding plans and he seemed pleased with that and wisely kept his distance," she said with a hesitant smile, taking a smaller sip of the wine and finding that it was much more pleasant in lesser quantities. "Honestly, I was jealous."
Malfoy barked out a laugh, grinning. "Yes, that lot can be quite a handful, I can only imagine their, ah, enthusiasm, in planning the wedding of the year. I saw them twittering during dinner, it looked exhausting."
"Thoroughly," Hermione agreed. "Though I suppose it's rather nice in a way. I've never had many female friends. It's…interesting to say the least."
"Yes, it's hard to imagine Potter and Weasley debating between periwinkle and cornflower blue for bridesmaids robes," Malfoy smirked. Hermione lifted her brows at him.
"Impressive color spectrum vocabulary you have," she teased and he winked.
"Only the well-honed gentlemen understand the intricacies of such things."
Hermione laughed. "Well, you go on right ahead and plan my wedding then, because I haven't the faintest idea what the difference between those two would be."
She took another sip of wine as Malfoy surveyed her and she shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. "What?"
He shook his head, his arm leaning against the back of the couch to allow his fingers to play with her hair. "I admire that about you."
She crinkled her brow. "What, my lack of hue distinction?"
He was quiet for a moment as he found his words. "You're so different from every other girl I've ever met. You don't worry about inane things such as fashion or makeup, you'd rather spend your time expanding your mind. You're not afraid to be 'one of the boys,' yet you don't allow yourself to get distracted by petty pastimes like they do. You find wealth in knowledge, in compassion. You're the most selfless person I know, you would do anything for another person and you never expect anything in return. Enough is never good enough, you strive for perfection, even if that means staying up until three o'clock in the bloody morning adding two extra feet onto an assignment that didn't need it while your friends play Gobstones."
Hermione snorted, gulping her wine nervously. "So, what you're saying is that I'm boring."
His brow furrowed. "Granger, I don't think you could ever be boring. Bossy, pretentious, stubborn, but never boring. You are so engaging I often find myself lost in your words. You have a passion I've never seen and it's addicting. It's infuriating, especially since you seem to have no concept of exactly how beguiling you are."
Wholly discomfited, Hermione shifted and looked down at her now empty goblet. Malfoy reached forward and gently removed it from her grasp, setting both on the table before them, sliding closer to her. The hand which had been playing with her hair came around to drag his fingertips across her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her lip making her heart stutter.
"May I kiss you?" he drawled, his voice so low and husky it made goosebumps erupt across her arms. Numbly, she nodded and his lips descended upon her slowly, his hand cupping her jaw and angling her just so, his breath caressing her skin an endless moment before his lips touched hers, slowly, softly, tugging at her heartstrings and making her whimper when he deepened it infinitesimally. Her head automatically fell to the side to give him more room to plunder and he moved slowly against her, methodically, soothing, easing her…
Suddenly, the reality of his uncharacteristically romantic gesture crashed upon her and she shot to her feet, mortified that she'd fallen for it, that she'd actually thought for just one moment that he was saying these things because they were what he felt, not as a ruse to ease her into pliancy for what was to come. He looked up at her, confused, and she backed away, terrified. She couldn't do this, she couldn't pretend, she couldn't give herself to someone who didn't truly want her.
"I'm s-sorry," she stammered before whipping around, racing for the exit. She was so flustered she couldn't open the door and nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hands on her shoulders, stilling her movements. He said nothing but leaned in, wrapping his long arms around her waist, pulling her body flush with his. They simply stood there for a moment, her heart thudding uncomfortably loud against her rib cage.
"You're not used to compliments," he murmured softly, his breath whispering against her ear. "And certainly not from me. I have said many cruel things to you Hermione, but I am not that boy anymore. I hope you can forgive my ignorance. Working with you these last few months have been intoxicating and I find myself drawn to you, possibly more than is wise."
His lips nudged aside her hair and caught her neck. She knew he could feel her trembling and as mortified as she was, knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her eyes closed on a mewl when his hands began to move, just feeling her. She could feel his manhood hardening against her lower back, but he paid it no mind. He just continued to touch her, those big hands covering her tiny waist, but never where she began to ache. He'd stopped kissing her and was just nuzzling, their cheeks stroking one another.
"I want you," he breathed, the words shooting straight to her core and she shuddered.
It was the most erotic moment of her life. Every nerve ending was on fire. She could feel everything; her clothes against her skin, the warmth of his body, the soft skin of his cheek against hers. She could hear the rustle of her clothing as he moved it aside to touch her stomach, the crunch of her hair against her ear, her stuttered pants filling the air. She could smell his cologne, that masculine scent that drove her crazy at night, his hair, his breath. He filled her, every lonely, empty inch of her, and she suddenly realized that she'd never wanted anything more in this world than what he was offering right now.
"May I make love to you, Hermione Granger?"
She melted. With a courage she'd never known she had, Hermione turned and looked up at him, their bodies never leaving each other. She reached up and cupped his cheek, warm from lying against hers. He waited patiently, his breath puffing softly between his slightly parted lips, as she gathered herself and leaned up to kiss him.
It was a kiss carved out of a fairy tale. His lips, smooth, supple, caressed hers as if she were his last drink of water. Her heart swelled as the kiss deepened, moving her to places she'd never been. His hands were in her hair, holding her there as if he were afraid she'd move away. She tried to tell him with her kiss that this was what she wanted, what she'd always wanted and never known.
Just as she thought she could happily stand there and kiss him forever, he swept her up as if she weighed nothing and walked with her. When he laid her down almost reverently on something too soft to dream of, she opened her eyes and saw what had started out as a cozy study room had transformed into a lush bedroom, dim and sensual. The deep red hangings and roaring fire created a lighting meant for lovers. She smiled up at Draco who grinned back, that signature smirk that told her he knew what he had done and had done so very purposely.
But that grin sobered as he continued to look at her lying on the bed in wait. She wanted to squirm under his gaze but dared not move a muscle.
"I've waited for this," he whispered, the words stealing over her, capturing her heart. He said nothing more but crawled over her, covering her body with his and taking her lips once more. He pressed her against the mattress, devouring her, instantly setting her body on fire. She needed to be touched, to be filled. He went about undressing her, taking his time, never hurrying. Whereas she was ready to pounce him and take him for her own, he drew out every moment, nothing wasted.
The cashmere swept over her head and onto the floor, his own sweater joining it. Hermione raised herself up suddenly, pushing them both into sitting positions. He looked at her questioningly, but she ignored his inquiry and began to unbutton his shirt. She could hear the slick sound of each button escaping through the hole, revealing more and more of the man before her. He was Adonis, he was perfect. All smooth porcelain over steel. She pushed his shirt down his arms letting it puddle around him and splayed her hands over his hard chest. Her blood grew hot just looking at him, his well-defined abs taunting her with their beauty. She had never seen anything so perfect. When her eyes travelled up to his immaculate face she could see the effect her perusal had on him. His just-been-kissed lips were slightly parted and color rose high on his cheekbones. Their eyes held for an infinite moment in which she saw deeper into his soul than anyone ever would. She knew she wasn't the first girl he'd bedded, but she also knew with that same certainty that she was the only one who had earned that look from him.
His hands came forth to cup her face and he brought their lips together once more, pouring his heart and soul into her with every thrust of his tongue. She clung to his hair, pulling him closer, holding him tighter as his hands began their destruction of her body. Before she could think, her shirt was off, then her bra. He pushed her back onto the bed and covered her once more, never leaving her for a second. He was able to remove her skirt with one hand, taking her panties with it. She helped him by kicking the whole mess off with her shoes and by that time he was fully naked himself. How had that happened?
He didn't give her time to ask but revered her body with his eyes, hands and hot mouth. He was everywhere at once, touching, stroking, loving. She gasped when he pulled her nipple into his mouth and she shivered as his fingers skimmed over her, barely touching, but enough to drive her wild. Wanting to give back, she began her own pursuit of his body, enjoying his masculinity.
When he took her mouth again his fingers trailed lower and she remembered the way he had made her feel in that empty classroom and she wanted it again. Pressing her hips into his hand he groaned and cupped her womanhood. One deft finger separated her, teasing her slit, flicking gently over her sensitive nub. Hermione began to writhe, the sensations too much to bear. Her own hand slid down his body to touch him for the first time. She'd been too embarrassed to look before and now she gasped in pure feminine pleasure. He was much bigger than she had ever imagined and softer and harder than anything she'd ever felt. It was like silk wrapped around steel, she'd never felt anything like it.
And she wanted it.
When his finger slid into her their lips broke apart as they moaned. Unknowingly, she gripped him and he bit her shoulder in response. Locking eyes with him she knew she was doing something he enjoyed so she did it again, sliding her hand up and down his shaft in an instinctive motion. He growled as his member twitched and another finger entered her. Their hands moved in sync, the heat from their bodies filling the room. Hermione couldn't look away from him, he held her in his spell, locked in a moment of intense pleasure.
"I can't wait any longer," he pled her desperately. Understanding his need, she nodded and he settled between her legs, grabbing her close and kissing her once more. She could feel him against her core, all that strength enclosed inside one man, taut with need for her. She was floored by the emotions that swept through her as he raised himself just enough to look into her eyes.
"It will hurt," he murmured solemnly.
"I know."
"But I'll be right here through it," he promised, stroking her face, kissing her tenderly.
And in that moment, as he leaned back just enough to angle himself in, Hermione knew without a doubt that they were inexplicably twined.
As he began to push in he caught her gaze and held it, never leaving as he filled her, stretching her to allow him entry. This isn't so bad, she thought as he slowly sheathed himself. In fact, it was wonderful. He worked leisurely into her passage before withdrawing, working a little further each time, her breath catching as the feeling of fullness overtook her. He surely couldn't go any deeper, he'd never fit…
Then he pulled back and thrust in harshly, ripping her through.
She cried out and clung to him, his arms wrapping about her as the sharp pain subsided. Draco planted kisses along her neck and shoulder, murmuring soft apologies, his fingers massaging her lower back, relaxing her tense muscles. It was gone as soon as it came, and when he began to move she wondered if she had just imagined the whole thing.
Her legs lifted of their own accord and came about him, pulling him closer, deeper, taking him into her where no one would ever touch her again. She opened herself to him, giving herself freely and he cherished it, giving back everything she hadn't know she'd wanted. He drove into her over and over, changing the angle to show her new heights, to show her pleasure unlike anything anyone had ever felt. He laced their fingers together and pulled them above her head so that every part of them touched, his sweaty forehead against hers, his eyes locking with her own. He stilled for a moment, gazing down at her, panting slightly. He looked as if he wanted to say something but instead leaned forward and kissed her sweetly.
Then he raised his hips and pressed his face into her neck and took her, just took her, pushing her into the mattress, riding her hard and fast until she was keening, her body tight, filled to the breaking point, everything building up inside her as he stroked her just right.
"Draco!" she cried, begging for more, needing it. He gave it to her, endlessly, tirelessly until she shattered, her world bursting into pieces, tumbling around her as that bliss crept into every millimeter of her body. She was driven there again as he cried out, his face twisting into pleasure so intense it looked painful. He collapsed on top of her, every muscle spent.
They lay there for what felt like an eternity, their breathing returning to normal, Hermione's entire body tingling in satisfaction. When he had the strength, Draco rose onto one elbow and took her hand into his, kissing her, a long, lingering mating of mouths. He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him to tuck her under his arm. He pulled her close and she nuzzled in, realizing this was the first time she'd ever cuddled with a man before.
He played with her hair absently as they listened to the silence. Hermione had thought the ordeal would be awkward and painful, both physically and emotionally. But she had been wrong. She'd just had the single most life altering experience of her life. Nothing had ever felt more right in her young existence. For once she knew, really knew, that this was where she was supposed to be. Everything had led up to this and she would do it all again in a heartbeat. It was then she realized.
She was falling for Draco Malfoy.
Her heart clenched and swelled all at the same time. How had this happened? Then again, how had it not? He was the only person in the world who truly knew and understood her, more-so even than the boys. He'd stood by her all these months and was even now giving everything for her. He was smart, handsome, witty. He'd grown up so much since that fateful night on the tower, was doing everything he could to make up for his mistakes. It was admirable how a selfish little boy had grown into a selfless, strong-willed man.
Though she smiled at the possibility, she knew it would never be. He would never see her as more than a friend, a Mudblood one at that. Obviously he cared for her, that much had been evident tonight. He might even care for her as more than a friend. But nothing could ever come of it. When they went back to their world and if they somehow survived the coming months, he would go back to his life and she to hers. She would take her place in the working Wizarding world and he would take his place as a Pureblood magnate. He would forget all about her when the Pureblood girls were fawning over him from all across the globe. He would have his pick from thousands. And she, well, she was resigned to marry Ron. He loved her, in his own way. They could be happy. He would give her children (probably more than she wanted) and would allow her to pursue a career of her own. What more could she ask for? It was the way the world was, and she wouldn't have it all that bad. It could be worse…
Draco's finger lifted her chin, effectively breaking her away from her thoughts and thrusting her into the present. She chided herself. She should be enjoying this while she had it, not moping about the future. Tonight, she had everything she'd ever wanted. Tonight was what dreams were made of. And she would take what she had and be grateful.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his baritone flowing through her like silk.
Smiling, she shook her head. "Nothing."
"Liar," he smirked, but he let it go, his face growing concerned. "Are you alright?"
"I'm wonderful," she answered, wishing she could tell him everything she was feeling. "Thank you, for everything."
He grinned cheekily. "Anytime."
She smacked his chest playfully and he snickered, laying back. She sat up slightly and noticed for the first time an uncomfortable wetness has seeped between her thighs. She glanced discreetly down to see a mess of blood and semen. She knew she was blushing, but what could she do? If she stood, it would all drip out and get everywhere, and she couldn't possibly use the blankets…
Draco chuckled at her obvious distress. "Wait here."
He eased from the bed and grabbed a towel from a nearby table and chucked it to her, using one for himself. Keeping her legs crossed, Hermione looked at him uncertainly and he laughed again.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, my prude princess. I've seen it all."
"You don't have to be crude," she sulked, turning away from him as much as possible so she could clean in some modicum of privacy.
She jumped when he spoke into her ear. "Does it bother you that I've been with other women?"
"Of course not!" she lied, and that stupid ferret knew it. "You may sleep with whomever you like; it's none of my business!"
"Jealous, my pet?" he murmured, his hand snaking down her thigh and back up where she had just cleaned herself. She slapped at him but he pounced her, pressing her back into the bed. "You are!"
"I most certainly am not!"
He laughed cockily and eased between her thighs, filling her again so that she gasped and pressed up into him, wanting more. He nibbled her earlobe as he started to move easily, her insatiable need and his earlier emission easing his passage.
"Don't worry, I'll know the feeling soon enough."
Hermione wanted to question him but he pulled up her legs to her chest and showed her just how deep he could go. She moaned and grabbed at him, wanting more.
"Tell me what you want," he panted. "Tell me how you need me."
"Harder," she moaned, not believing what she was saying. "Please, Draco, harder!"
He groaned like a dying man and pounded her into the mattress as she screamed, her climax exploding over her, taking him with her, his hips driving like a piston as he cried out her name. When he collapsed onto her this time she allowed the black to steal over and settled into bliss.
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MotekElm: A little different than before, but I hope still enjoyable ;)
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