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Always Mine	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I paced the Room of Requirement nervously. It looked exactly as it had the last time we had met here, less the bed which I figured might give a wrong impression, especially after her reaction to my boorish kiss. I glanced up at the clock on the mantle again. They were late. What if he couldn't get her here, what if she guessed what was going on and refused to come? And what if she did come but wouldn't listen to me?
Worst yet, what if she listened to me and still decided she didn't want me?
I whipped around when the door opened and my stomach clenched when I heard the tinkle of Hermione's laughter.
"Harry! Come on, what is this all about?" she giggled as Potter lead her through the door, his hands over her eyes, the two of them chuckling as they tripped on each other's feet. Potter looked up at me, still grinning, and stopped her just over the threshold.
"Alright, are you ready?" Potter asked.
"Yes!"
"Then open your eyes."
He removed his hands and her expression fell from amused glee to revulsion in a split second as her gaze raked over me.
"Harry James Potter, what is this? Why would you-?" But when she turned to yell at Potter some more she was staring at a blank wall, both Potter and the door having disappeared. She spun around, murder in her eyes. "Malfoy, I am not in the mood to deal with this right now. Bring the door back."
"Hermione, please, just listen to me for a minute, that is all I ask," I said yet again, taking a tentative step forward.
"All you ask?" she snapped. "As if that is such a small thing? I didn't ask anything of you, and yet you couldn't give me that. Why should I listen to you?"
I sighed, at a loss for a retort. "I feel like a broken bloody record. If you would just give me a chance-"
"Oh, a broken record? You feel like a broken record? Who was the one who spent every single moment in your presence saying the same damn things over and over just trying to get through your thick skull?"
"I never asked you to do that!" I roared, my own anger feeding off hers.
"But I did it anyways, Draco!" she screamed back, her eyes dancing with irate fire. "Because I cared!"
I snarled, every muscle in my body stiffening as if that could protect my heart from the lash of her words. "'Cared?' Is that a past-tense now?"
She sighed, seeming to wither beneath my gaze. "I don't know, Draco. I just don't know anymore."
Something inside me snapped at her words. She was standing there, her burgundy night robe open over her shift, her thick, wavy hair cascading down around her shoulders, looking broken and beaten, and I knew if I didn't act right then I would lose her forever.
Before I could second-guess my hasty decision, I strode forward and grabbed her up, taking her mouth with a desperation built of the terror of losing her. I felt her pulling away as before but held tight, wrapping my arms around her, pressing her against me, feeling the full length of her through her flimsy nightgown, running my hands down her sides to her back, grasping her hard enough I knew she would bruise. Her arms hung indecisively by her side but her lips began to move against mine, her mouth opening to allow me passage, her head tilting infinitesimally so that I could delve into her hot cavern and remind myself of the magic that could lay in a single kiss from her. I could feel her melting against me, slowly, slowly, but still she refused to touch me, holding herself back from that intimate gesture.
I skimmed my hands back up her sides to cup her face, drawing away just enough so that our lips barely brushed. I plucked at them lazily, then kissed away a single tear that ran down from the corner of her eye.
"If you won't listen to me…then just feel me," I breathed, kissing along her jaw to her ear. "You know this is real, you can't deny this."
"Lust is not enough," she whispered back, trying to turn from me. I held fast and buried my face into her neck and breathed her in, nuzzling her, pulling her closer, letting her feel the power that crackled between us.
"No, it's not," I agreed, kissing the soft spot on her throat where her pulse thrummed, felt her shiver. "But you know as well as I do that's not all this is. You can feel it as I can. You can try to tell yourself this isn't real, but your body doesn't lie."
I placed open mouthed kisses back up the slim column of her throat, felt her soften beneath me, and held her body in a direct line against my own so she could feel my reaction to her. "You want me as I want you. You know you do." She shook her head, refusing to look at me. I cupped her face and turned it up to mine, brushing away the strands of hair that stuck to her cheeks from her tears with the pads of my thumbs.
Finally, her dark eyes met mine, a desperate sorrow swirling in their depths. My heart tumbled at the sight, knowing I had caused this, knowing that I would do anything to fix it.
"Deny it," I murmured, knowing I would take one more chance. Because if she didn't want me…if she refused me…I knew I had to let her go. Even if it killed me to do so. "Tell me you don't want me in every single way and I will leave right now and never come back. I swear to you I will never bother you again if that's what you want, because I can deny you nothing. We both know I don't deserve you, Hermione."
I stared into her eyes, opening myself, laying everything on the line, proving to her that there was nothing I wouldn't do to keep her. "But I need you, and I will gladly spend the rest of my life proving to you that I'm not the man I made myself out to be. In an effort to protect you I've taken so much from you that I can't give back. But I can give you this last decision. So tell me now if you don't feel the same for me as I do for you, because I can't stand one more moment of this fight. Tell me you don't want me."
Her face crumpled with indecision, a fresh flow of tears streaking down her cheeks, my thumbs unable to keep up with the flow. I leaned forward and kissed them away as she trembled and I could see her nails digging into her palms as she fought for control. My heart was breaking seeing her thusly, knowing all this pain was my own damn fault. I faltered for a moment, wanting to take the choice back and run from the room so she would never be forced to see me again, so I could take away the reason for her pain, but I wouldn't take this decision from her. Not again.
I pulled back just enough to look at her again, the pain in her eyes mirroring my own. Couldn't she see that this was killing us? That what we had couldn't be denied? My resolve was cracking at her silence, my fingers curling around her biceps, shaking her slightly in my desperation.
"Damn it, Hermione, tell me!"
She sucked in a shaky breath as we stared at each other, my fingers digging too hard into her arms, and I could all but hear her mind whirling with uncertainty. The moment stretched indefinitely, tearing at our souls as we teetered on the brink of ruin.
"I can't."
Those two words which had brought us together and torn us apart were all I needed to hear. I swept her up and strode to the large bed the room conjured before my eyes once more and laid her upon it, covering her and ravaging her mouth, groaning in utter bliss as she submitted to me, her body arching up towards me, surrendering, needing me as I needed her. I shuddered in elation.
Every fiber of my being yearned to take her, to make her mine once more, but I didn't rush, didn't hurry. I simply took pleasure in making her melt, feeling her give beneath me. Everything in the world could come between us but this…this was undeniable. This was all the resolution I needed. It all came down to this, right here, this base instinct that our bodies decided for us, making up our defiant minds. We had to be together and I would do everything in my power to make her see that.
My breath caught in my throat as I gazed down at her, drinking in the image of her lying before me, finally, the candlelight washing over her soft skin, every inch of her beautiful face exactly as I remembered, her scent drugging me as no amount of Firewhiskey ever had. I wanted her with the ferocity of a rampaging hippogriff, but I wanted this night to last forever, for both of us. I would show us both, once and for all, that this could happen. After all these years of longing, I had her. Nothing would stop me from keeping her, not now. Our stubborn attitudes be damned.
I tamped down my fundamental instinct to simply shove us both into oblivion and instead took her as I had never taken anyone, unwinding her, unraveling her completely. I wanted her gasping, entirely sated, entirely drenched in me. I wanted her to need me as madly I needed her; I wanted her broken, open, so I could finally show her that I was the only one who could put her back together. By the end of this night there would be no doubt in either of our minds, at last, that this was right. This was how it could be, how it should be.
So I took her there, shredding her defenses slowly, riving her inch by inch, watching in depraved glory as she came undone. I took my time travelling her body, slowly creeping her night robe down her arms, letting my fingers glide over her bare skin, watching goose bumps erupt there, feeling her soft hairs stand on end. I left the garment puddled beneath her and dragged the tips of my fingers back up her arms as she lay still, our eyes never leaving each other. I felt her breath stutter as I skimmed down the front of her over her thin nightgown, passing over her pebbled nipples, following her curves, memorizing every inch, allowing her to simply dissolve under my touch. I didn't stop until I reached the bottom of the gown and leisurely pushed it up, revealing her inch by glorious inch; enjoying the exquisite torture I put us both through.
As I neared her apex I felt her breath quicken and smirked, reveling in her response. I had to give myself a hasty admonition as I unveiled her so that I didn't ravish her right then. With her gown hooked around her waist I cupped her supple thighs and eased them gently apart, glancing up at her momentarily to gauge her reaction, seeing the fire in her eyes. I breathed in her intoxicating musk as I spread her wide for my gaze, every centimeter of her perfection. I groaned as my member stiffened in anticipation of the splendor I knew to be enfolded between those perfect lips. I couldn't stop myself from drawing my fingertips across those smooth folds, knowing what could be found there…knowing it was for me. In my peripheral, I saw a hand fist in the sheets and my manhood jerked as I envisioned those fingers clutching me as I sank into her…
No, I had to keep to the task at hand or I would fall under her spell and take her now like an animal. So, simply to torture us some more, I ran my forefinger into her slit, following it down as she moaned, the sound shooting through me like liquid fire. I circled her sopping entrance and toyed with the idea of pressing into it, was almost overcome as she raised to me, begging for the pressure. But I pulled my hand away and brought the finger to my nose to inhale her scent, then sucked it off, my eyes closing in delight at her taste. Could there be anything sweeter on this earth?
I had to drag my lids open and caught her face. She was already strung up, her body tensed and ready for me, wanting me, but it wasn't good enough. I wanted her entirely plaint, not able to move for needing me.
Pulling one leg up, I dropped a hot kiss on the inside of her knee, making her gasp softly as I followed the strong line of her inner thigh up, up, my eyes rolling when I neared her core. She strained toward my touch, mewling. The urge to lap up her juices, to shove her over the edge that dangled just above her, was almost unbearable. But I simply ran my tongue over the crease between her thigh and center and continued up, pushing the soft material of her gown north, revealing more of her to my hungry gaze. Soon her tiny waist was mine to behold and I marveled in it, tasting, dipping my tongue into her belly button, hearing her breath catch, her soft moans lancing through me. I had never been so turned on before in my entire life.
"Draco…" she sighed as I ran the gown further up, letting the material drag over her skin, letting it stir her senses, using everything at my disposal to drive her wild. I followed the slowly exposed skin, nibbled at her ribs, kissed the undersides of her breast, and enjoyed the feel of her tiny hands coming to cling to my hair. With a grin up at her flushed countenance, I finally peeled the material the rest of the way off her, tugging it over her head and letting it drop from my limp hand to the floor as I peered down at her naked body.
My mind suddenly went white with want. I had never seen anything so beautiful, so sumptuous. And it was all mine. I groaned like a dying man and couldn't stop my hands from cupping her breasts, testing the weight, feeling her nipples harden once more under my palms. I could feel my erection straining against my trousers and worried for a moment I would not be able to restrain myself. But as she whimpered at my touch I knew I couldn't leave it at this. She had to know everything; I had to have her screaming my name, the only truth.
"Gods, Hermione," I growled, palming her sides, rubbing her down as she clutched at my forearms. "You're going to kill me."
And I feared it might be true. I didn't know how I could survive this encounter.
"Please," she whispered, her body lifting towards my touch. I leaned down and kissed her, drawing her soft lips open, feeling her hands dragging at my neck, pulling me closer. Her urgency was almost more than I could take. I gave in for a moment, growling in torment as I pressed against her hot body, letting her wrap her legs around me, letting her plunder my mouth as she kissed me into oblivion. Where she had picked up this drugging skill I would never know. It must be innate.
I was clutching her roughly, I knew, but I couldn't stop, my need overriding my original plan. I tried to slow my actions but she was rubbing against me, her core burning against my erection, pressing, massaging, her heat dragging me down. I thrust against her and she moaned loudly, her head falling back. Her legs tightened as she gripped me harder, moving against me, searching for any kind of friction. I attacked the smooth column of her throat as she whimpered. "Gods, Draco…please…"
Her words threatened to undo me, but I slowed my ministrations, pulling back infinitesimally. I shushed her gently and tongued the adorable shell of her ear. "We have a long way to go, love," I murmured and she moaned dejectedly. I chuckled and kissed behind her ear, hissing suddenly as one of her hands delved into the front of my pants. She stroked me slowly and I growled. The hellcat was fighting fire with fire, it seemed.
I sputtered in shock when she shoved me off her, pushing me onto my back, straddling me, taking my lips with a frenzy I had never seen in her. I gripped her arms, holding her in place as she worked her magic on me, driving me to the brink of sanity. I felt her hands on the front of my shirt, deftly working the buttons off, her fingertips skimming my fiery skin. I allowed her to look her fill, just the image of her completely naked spanning me, taking charge, was enough to make me overlook my plan entirely. There was no way in Hades I could make her stop now.
She shoved the material off my shoulders and I helped her pull it and my robes off and they were no sooner leaving my wrists before she was attacking my mouth once more, pulling me under. I grabbed her face, dragging her tighter against me as she ground into my erection, causing us both to moan in ecstasy. Gods, this little minx was going to make me come like a bloody first year if I didn't slow her.
But no matter what I tried, she wasn't to be deterred. She took to her own explorations of my body as I had just done with hers. With lips and hands she surveyed my muscular chest and arms, winding me tighter and tighter the lower she moved. She made quick work of my belt and was suddenly unveiling my need for her, her eyes widening in wonder. I couldn't help but chuckle at her innocent reaction and she reddened, a cute little smile quirking her lips which soon turned molten as her gaze caught mine. The look in them had me slightly worried. What in the name of Merlin was she thinking behind those flaming eyes?
She shoved my pants the rest of the way off, taking my shoes and socks with them, then took me in fully. We'd never had much time before to take pleasure in the image of each other entirely, but now we had all the time in the world and I enjoyed every second of her perusal.
"Like what you see?" I asked cockily, linking my hands behind my head, grinning when her eyebrow lifted. But then her lips quirked saucily and her hands caressed my thighs, the touch sending me reeling. She was so close, so dangerously close…
And then she was leaning down, pressing her lips where her hands had been, my legs opening instinctively. I swallowed dryly as I watched her, my mind fogging as she moved closer, closer…
When she touched those sweet lips to the tip of my erection I groaned like a dying man, my hand grasping her wild hair, holding her there because if she moved, if she left…
But she didn't. Instead she licked the drop of pre-cum which had gathered there and I hissed in sweet agony. How the fuck was my sweet, innocent Gryffindor princess doing this right now? Where had she even gotten these ideas into her head? I wanted to ask her, but my throat had caved in as her lips travelled down my abundant shaft to my full testicles which she tongued. I couldn't stop the animalistic noises that fell from between my tightly pressed lips as she explored, my entire body tensed, holding off imminent doom. Only the overriding desire for her to never stop kept me from bursting right then, but it was a close thing. She gripped my cock with one hand and smirked as I twitched under her ministrations. Holding me still she snuck a questioning look up at me, almost as if she was asking permission.
"Dear gods, Hermione, don't stop," I begged, not in the least bit abashed by my haggard plea. Right now, there wasn't anything I wouldn't give her so long as she continued. She gave me the sexiest look I swore I had ever seen on any witch and bent forward to take my engorged head into her hot mouth, shoving me roughly into madness. The string of expletives that burst forth was enough to curl the hair of any hardened warlock, but this only seemed to spur Hermione into showing me how much more she could do.
I urged her on as she pulled me into her mouth, begging her to suck me harder, to take me deeper. She complied every time and I found my hips raising to her, my fingers twisted in her hair, my entire body poised, ready to explode at any moment. I knew I had to stop her because there was no way I could take anymore and oh, fuck, she was deep throating me and, ugh, using her hands and shit, doing things with her tongue I couldn't even explain because I was so drenched in heat I couldn't think or see and I was thrusting into her mouth and she was gripping me so tight…
"Fuck!" I ground out, wrenching her away moments before disaster. The look of hurt that crossed her face had me swearing in even more lust at her innocence.
In one swift move I pinned her to the mattress, covering her, prepared to show her what she'd done to me, to take her places she'd never been. I kissed her long and hard, my hands on either side of her face, pressing my erection against her wet heat, torturing us more as I thrust against her, rubbing the length of me against her slit as she keened, pressing up, positioning her core at my tip, thinking I was finally going to ease that ache I knew was tearing us both to insanity. And because I couldn't help myself, I pressed against her opening as she moaned louder, urging me on. I sank a millimeter into her and pulled away, did it again as her nails dug into me.
"Gods Draco, please!" she begged me, but I wouldn't give in, not yet. I wanted her absolutely unhinged. With an evil grin I pulled away and knelt between her legs, wrapping my arms around her thighs, clutching her provocative bottom, squeezing it for my own pleasure as I brought her up towards my mouth. Her scent enveloped me as I kissed her swollen nub, felt her jerk against my lips. I held her still, easing her back down to the mattress, licking her slit, the taste of her arousal making me shudder in rapture. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet and I could happily spend the rest of my days eating only this…
"Oh, Draco!" she sighed, her hands in my hair. I neared her slick entrance and circled it as I had with my finger before heading back up, laving the broad expanse of my tongue over her nub making her gasp, her nails digging into my scalp, causing my member to twitch with need. I sucked her clit into my mouth, her noises becoming background to the roar of blood coursing through my ears as I feasted on her, finding every hot spot, exploring her entirely, learning her, loving her.
When I finally dipped my tongue into her she cried out, jerking up towards me and I knew she was very, very close. I unwound my right hand from her leg and worked her hood as I continued to lap her up, pressing my tongue as deep in her tight heat as I could, twirling it, pushing her toward the edge as she sobbed with need, pleading me for more. I shoved two fingers roughly into her, working her hard and fast as my mouth proceeded to her nub, sucking, licking, shoving her over the edge, her screams ringing through me, her body spasming hard, over and over as waves of pleasure swept her up.
With a crazed fervor, I suckled her juices into my mouth, my fingers never stopping as she moaned, writhing when I curled them up, finding that little bundle of nerves that made her voice catch so erotically. My tongue joined my fingers in her entrance, my nose pressed against her clit, giving her the friction she craved as her fingers tightened in my hair, her hips pumping erratically as I shoved her mercilessly back into oblivion, her voice breaking. I looked up and watched as she rode the waves of pleasure, a look of wild abandon such as I had never seen finally shattering my resolve.
When she came back down I crawled up her body, unable to stand another minute away from her. She grabbed me up, dragged my lips to her, pulling me hard against her as I gripped her and pushed myself deep inside her. My entire body clenched at the overwhelming pleasure of her tight heat as she gasped beneath me, her nails embedded into my back, the sensations ripping a groan from my throat.
Breathing hard I looked down at her, pushed aside a few strands of hair which had stuck to her sweaty temples. I kissed her deeply, moving slowly, her heat surrounding me.
She looked into my eyes just then and I stilled, on the verge of a precipice. We didn't speak, for no words would suffice. We spent an eternal moment in unguarded bliss; no walls, words, or history between us. We were completely enveloped in each other, suspended over the future we knew we could have, a future which suddenly looked as bright and wonderful as ever. A future of waking in her arms, of coming home to her, of finally feeling like I belonged. In that single moment, I realized that there was someone in this world who not only needed me, but wanted me, simply for who I was. And I had her.
With this realization I dove in, using my lips to express my gratitude, and began to move, slow at first, dragging each movement out, memorizing the feel of her wrapped around me, so hot and tight and soft. Fuck, I'd never felt anything so good… I had to grip her to keep a hold of my sanity, especially when she moved beneath me, taking me deeper, whimpering and grabbing at me, leaving no doubt in my mind that this rhythm was a torturous to her as it was to me.
I picked up the pace slowly, rolling my hips into hers, using my entire length to tease her. She moaned when I buried myself to the hilt and rotated, digging for a new angle, finding it and biting my lip to control myself when it was even more incredible than I'd hoped. I pulled out slowly and did it again and again and then leaned back on my heels and held her in place so I could fuck her properly. She screamed loudly as I whipped like a piston into her, her head snapping back, her nails on my thighs, her hips matching me stroke for stroke. Gods, she was so beautiful I had to touch her, feel her soft mounds, her trim stomach, her sexy hips which lashed up against me at my touch. I held them in place and pounded against her, digging into her deep and hard and fast, loving the way she cried out, angling up to where I knew it would make her hot, feeling the heat intensify, glorying in the wetness that surrounded me, the smell of sex which sent me into a frenzy. She was so close and I knew just how to get her over the edge.
With one hand, I reached down to her hood and worked it fast, watched her eyes roll, felt her contract around me and grunted in pleasure as I shoved her roughly to orgasm. She screamed and jerked against me and I dragged it out as long as I could before pulling out of her and diving down to lap up her juices, reveling at her taste, at her reaction. I heard my name fall from her lips over and over as she urged me on and it only spurred me further.
I rolled her over and laid her flat out on the bed, spreading her legs just enough so that I could sink into her, the pressure of the position and the feel of her arse against me was exhilarating. I leaned forward and took her proffered lips, pulling her arms above her head and threading our fingers. I loved being stretched against her like this, feeling all of her under me, feeling her straining towards me, needing more, more of me.
I didn't disappoint and plunged into her, pushing as deep as I could, feeling all of her. She fisted my hair as I kissed her neck and shoulder, our hot breath mingling, our sweaty bodies melded, every inch of her just as beautiful as the rest, her hips pressing back, trying to take me deeper. I felt the fingers of her other hand clench my mine and the bed sheets with every thrust, heard her moans of pleasure. She was so wet and so hot and so incredibly tight I had to focus on not coming because gods, I didn't want to stop. Every muscle in my body strained for me to take her harder, but I didn't want to hurt her. She was so small and tight I didn't want her to rip.
"Draco, harder, please," she begged and I gaped. All my reservations flew out the window. I dragged her to her knees where I had more leverage, gripped her hips and absolutely pounded her, my pelvis banging so hard against her I knew there would be bruises but I couldn't stop, the friction more unbelievably amazing than I could fathom. My breath came in harsh pants and I struggled to hold back the inevitable as she screamed beneath me, her hands clutching the edge of the bed to keep herself steady as I railed her. She took it, begging me for more, begging me not to stop. If I could have spoken I would have told her that there was no chance of that, but my mouth and throat were dry as dust with desire as she shattered around me once more.
Her cries drowned the sounds of my whimper as her walls clenched around me, driving me towards madness. When I thought I would explode I stilled inside her, falling forward to kiss her hard, slowing my heart rate, feeling that incredible pressure ebb enough so that I could think again.
I moved slowly, the angle incredible, her tight sheath milking me until I had to pull out entirely. When she looked up at me questioningly I smirked and she sat up and turned to me, pressing me back, straddling me, easing down onto me as I steadied her. I growled hungrily as I filled her and couldn't stop myself from exploring her perfect body. I caught her eyes, nearly black with desire, just before she arched back and began to ride me, showing me all she had learned and making my mind go white with desire. I groaned deliriously as she bucked against me, leaning down and planting her hot lips on my neck.
"Draco," she murmured, her breath shuddering against my shoulder as I lifted myself to her, pressing deeper into her, my entire being focused on her wet heat. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her down as I ground against her, watching her eyes widen then close as I found that spot over and over, the noises falling from her lips the sweetest sin. I rocked against her as she shuddered, her core tightening once more, her head falling back as I ground against that bundle inside her, watched her snap. I could feel my scorching blood coursing through my veins at the image, gasping as it pounded in my ears.
As she broke apart around me, I held her hips still and whipped up into her making her keen louder, her teeth biting down and like a needle straight through me, it ripped out what I'd been holding back for so long and I came with unparalleled force, my entire body catching fire as it tore through me, everything going white then black as she clenched around me, milking me to the very end.
I was unaware my torso had left the bed until I was falling back against it panting, bringing a gasping Hermione with me. Sweat trickled down my temples and dampened the sheets beneath me as my body thrummed in sheer ecstasy. Hermione's entire weight pressed down on me and I grinned in accomplishment when I reached up to move the mass amount of hair out of her face and only received a grunt in response.
For a few moments, all I could do was lay as still as possible and listen to Hermione's measured breath and allowed the reality of the situation to absorb. When I could move them, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her even closer, kissing the top of her head, my heart squeezing when she nuzzled in. For the past several months I had longed for a moment like this, just to hold her in throes of passion, to know she was mine, that we could be together.
I sighed in contentment.
Then stiffened at her words.
"Well, that was pleasant," Hermione stated nonchalantly, sliding from my limp arms and disengaging herself. She sat at the edge of the bed and pulled her discarded gown toward her, yanking it from where it had lodge beneath my calf. My hands fell to my sides numbly as she slid off the bed and tugged on her clothes. I sat up slowly, completely nonplussed.
"Are you leaving?" I asked confusedly, my pleasure drenched mind unable to grasp why she was so far away and not still nestled in my arms.
"Of course, I have to catch the train early," she said matter-of-factly, pulling her hair out from the neck of her robe. She sent me an artificial smile. "Enjoy Romania."
Eyes wide and sputtering, I leapt out of bed as she strode for the door which suddenly appeared. "How do you-?"
"Oh, don't insult me, Draco," she snapped, giving me an icy look which froze my heart before striding out of the room. "Have a good life."
"Wait a minute! What the fuck?" I bellowed, grabbing my pants as I ran for her, watching her retreat down the hallway. Cursing, I dragged the trousers up and buttoned them on the run.
"Hermione!" I screamed as she rounded the corner, utterly perplexed.
I caught her halfway down the hall and grabbed her elbow, swinging her around only to catch a fist to the face. I stumbled back with the force of the blow, my hand rising to my throbbing nose to stem the deluge of blood that poured down my front.
"What the fuck?"
"Don't you ever touch me again!" she shrieked, her eyes wild.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hollered, completely at a loss to the reason for this sudden mood swing. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Draco," she laughed coldly, her tone deadly, her smile a terrifying lie. "No. You did everything right. You were right to leave, right to push me away. I was mental to think I could ever be with someone like you. You are nothing but an ignorant, lying, selfish little boy who takes whatever he wants whenever he wants, to hell with those he breaks along the way. I've been fooling myself for months trying to see past the horrible way you've treated me, allowing you to break my heart over and over because I told myself that there was a reason, that you would come around."
She shook her head, the look on her face cold enough to freeze Hades in his tracks. "You just proved to me tonight that what we had was nothing more than lust. You got what you came for but I'm through with being your plaything. I'm done lying to myself, I'm done allowing you to hurt me. I'm done, Draco."
Then she turned and walked away.
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A/N: …I'm going to be murdered in my sleep, aren't I?
XOXO
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