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Mirrored Desires	By : kstargal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7195 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"The self-destruct - how did you know about it? How did you set it? What's the damn code to deactivate it? And where the fuck is Keith?" Claude rambled like a mad man as he strode across the room. Hermione stumbled back, only having just been told that's what the piercing noise was. It made sense she figured. But, it also meant she had limited time to get out. She wondered who set it off if Claude couldn't deactivate it – Draco maybe. No, he must be miles away by now. Looking straight into Claude's eyes she cocked an eyebrow.

"Telepathy - it's a great ability to have in a pinch. Did you try the code, 'magic happens'?" Hermione deadpanned, ignoring his question about Keith – who cared if his right hand man ran at the first sign of trouble.

Claude stopped in his tracks sizing her up. She knew it wasn't looking good; her left hand hung bloody, bruised, broken and completely useless. Her legs were still wobbling – a fact Claude would have to be blind to have missed, and her head was still pounding thanks to the head-butt she'd given him earlier. Hermione surmised she really needed to look after her skull more carefully in the future - along with the rest of her body, she added as an afterthought.

"Stupid, I've decided; not brave at all. Though you are the first to escape the drowning pool, so I tip my hat to you for that – yet it won't help you in the slightest. You're going to die here, alone and with no help. Well, not completely alone – I have a few members of staff I no longer have a use for. They might find themselves slightly dead as well, you can take comfort from that if you'd like." Claude took one step forward; she took a shaky one back. It was the oldest game in the book, cat and mouse – but which part would she play? Hermione wondered if she let out a small squeak - would he give up and walk away. The way things were going for her – hell would freeze over first, or her toes; probably her toes.

"What? You're just going to let the complex blow up with your people in it?" Hermione let out a scoff. "I'm pretty sure even the dead couldn't ignore the warning signals, they would have all fled by now." Her throat was raw, the freezing water and now having to yell over a siren had left a bit of damage. Hell, Hermione thought – everything else was broken why not her throat. She continued to watch him like a hawk; he hadn't made his move yet – but he would. Men like Claude enjoyed the anticipation more than the fight. Hermione liked anticipation of a different kind, and couldn't help wonder if she'd ever dream again. Focus, she told herself.

"I've had certain individuals quarantined for a week or two, they can't escape. Do you think I want word of what we are trying to achieve here to get out? Only the most loyal will come with me, the rest will share your fate. Now, if you don't know the code - tell me where my scientist is?" Claude lunged to her right and she staggered back out of his reach; he smirked when she lost her footing for a moment.

Claude dove forward, just as Hermione grabbed a fold-up chair from the small table as she backed past it. He went for the tackle, but at the last second Hermione thrust the chair in front of her body and fell to the side. Claude crashed loudly into it, swearing blue murder as he ended up on the floor tangled in the metal. Hermione shakily pulled herself up and half-ran towards the open door, tripping over Claude's foot which he kicked out at the last second. She fell hard on the floor – agony and lightning quick pains shooting up her left arm.

She willed herself not to black out, as that was a surer death sentence than being beaten bloody. Rolling over she tried to get to her knees, but Claude who was neither injured nor tired and almost the size of a brown bear was on her in a second. Hermione took a blow to the shoulder, one which was meant for her chin, but she managed to buck at the last minute and diverted his aim. The pain was intense but short-lived. Her left hand though was making it hard to keep focused; and she was waiting for the moment Claude would notice and start another whole round of torture. Hermione was not silly, at this point in time Claude was fitter and stronger; she was as good as dead.

Claude's face was red with fury as he rained blows down on Hermione's stomach, chest and ribs; he fought dirty and unpractised - obviously not trained, which was good as his punches hurt somewhat, but didn't do optimal damage. Hermione could do no more than squirm away from the hardest hits – but she was failing. Just when she thought everything was lost – she felt a familiar tingle race through her body. Magic.

As Claude's fist came down towards her face in a nose shattering punch – Hermione let loose a burst of energy. It took almost all of her reserves yet she managed it. Claude flew from her body as if he had been electrocuted by the largest transformer in the world. His body sailed through the air, slamming into the concrete wall next to the pool. Hermione took a strangled gasp of breath and managed to roll her head to the side seeing Claude slide down so he was sitting, stunned. The magic was gone as soon as it appeared, shit.

Sitting up was agony, but she had to do it – Claude was not out of the fight by a long shot. He was already shaking his head and trying to stand up. Hermione grasped the table leg and got to her knees just as a huge explosion rattled through from a few corridors over. It shook the room hard enough a small amount of dust rained down on them from above. Then things settled.

Suddenly Claude was right there above her, menacing and completely enraged.

"What did you do? That wasn't the self-destruct." He slapped her across the face.

Hermione kept the insane words of sarcasm inside. Of course it bloody wasn't the self-destruct – they would be putty between the cracks of concrete if it was. It was the spell bombs she'd hidden, they had finally activated when magic hit. She grinned instead, which earned her a grab around the neck.

"I'd say your lovely file room would be on fire right about now, even though I assume the self-destruct should have taken care of that. But we can never be too careful - wouldn't want all those in-depth records on everyone to survive somehow. You really are an old-school Squib, computers are not the enemy. Have you not heard of a portable hard-drive? They are much less flammable…" At Claude's horrified expression, Hermione couldn't help but wonder. "Unless you had something in place to magically remove all that information in case of danger, a spell perhaps – one which would transport the files if the self-destruct was initiated? A spell you didn't have time to activate because magic was down?"

The way his hand tightened around her neck and by the look on his face, Hermione knew she'd hit the nail on the head. "You hypocritical fucking bastard," she managed to rasp out.

Claude slammed his other fist into her stomach again; she fell back on her knees in pain as he let her neck go. Hermione had to give him credit – even unexperienced; Claude knew the places to hit where it would hurt the most. She gasped in a breath of air, wondering if it was one of her last; she could feel the fury rolling off of him in waves.

Then her secondary spell bomb explosion hit, one she'd made sure would activate a few minutes after the first one. It knocked Claude backwards with its force, just enough so Hermione could use every last vestige of strength she had to stand up. Her knees buckled then held. She rammed into Claude catching him unaware and he flailed backwards – falling into the water. Hermione heard a small thump as he hit his head on the chair she'd been strapped to, stunning him into stillness for a moment. She on the other hand tumbled backwards hitting the table leg hard, her strength gone. Something fell down next to her with a small clang as she shut her eyes against the pain. Just five seconds of sleep, that's all she asked for.

Claude's roar would have frightened a pack of lions with its anger and Hermione opened her eyes, blurrily seeing him trying to jump out of the water. He was half in and out when she sighed in acceptance of her death, looking down as she did so. The gun – the electric impulse gun sat next to her thigh – without thought she picked it up, aimed and shot. When it hit the water she pressed the small button on the side and watched in satisfaction while Claude jumped around as the electricity coursed through him. She wasn't feeling very charitable and shot another three in. It wouldn't kill him, but it was enough to knock him out for a while; he lay still - half in the water.

The siren was still piercing as Hermione let her eyes close once more. The room was too bright, her body hurt too much and she no longer had control over her movements whatsoever. Her thoughts lay with Draco, whether he got out with Dr Munroe, did he manage to Apparate – was he safe? Hermione felt true regret, bitter and strange, well up. She had plans, not well-thought or even sane plans, but she had them all the same. So what if most of them revolved around getting Draco naked and sweaty? Now she was about to die, she couldn't lie to herself about what she truly wanted. Draco bloody Malfoy. A snotty-nosed pure-blood somewhere would be rolling in their grave at her thoughts.

Then she heard his voice; it was far away – panicked almost. Her body was shaking, then she realised someone was shaking it for her. Cracking an eye open she saw Draco right there – right in front of her. She smiled a wry grin and raised her arm to stroke his face; hissing when she realised it was her left one, she let it drop to her lap. Draco swore as he looked at it then straight into her eyes, eyes she had trouble keeping open. She had to stop passing out on him – it was making her look like an incompetent operative.

"Stupid witch. I come to save you – and you've saved yourself – don't you know how the story is supposed to go?" Draco was muttering words under his breath she couldn't quite catch. She opened then immediately shut her eyes again, feeling long fingers tuck hair behind her ear and a warm set of lips on her forehead. The warmth then settled on her lips briefly before disappearing. Then she knew what was happening, it was a dream. Draco wouldn't kiss her tenderly like that unless her subconscious made it up.

"I like to save myself – haven't you seen Everafter?" She heard him mumble something about stupid Muggle girly movies before she felt his hands all over her, squeezing lightly. In a corner of her mind she knew he was checking for damage but her instincts kicked in first, letting her mouth run wild. "Draco, I'm too tired and in pain to have sex, even the hot dream sex we've been sharing." She half mumbled this into his chest as her head fell forward.

"What are you on about, Granger – hot dream sex? I think you've finally had too many knocks to the head." Draco asked as he gripped her chin, pulling her head up while stroking her hair. She liked the feeling of being in his care; then pushed it away, annoyed he wasn't listening. He was still tenderly touching her and even through all the pain and discomfort she felt a small flame of excitement course through her at his touch. She was mad.

"Don't you ever listen - your dream self is just as annoying as the real you. The mirror, the enchantment Manfred put on them so we'd share dreams because for some ridiculous reason he thinks we'd be good together. Stupid matchmaker," she mumbled. "You're cute, but dense, Malfoy. …So as I said, no sex dreams just now, I can't even keep my eyes open. Let alone get naked…" Her voice was no more than a whisper, the dream Draco had better listen as she couldn't explain any further. Maybe if she went to sleep properly she would finally wake up on the floor and get out before the explosions hit – or Claude woke up. Then she could find the real Draco and share a waking dream, she smiled at the thought.

"Cute? Okay, Granger – no sharing dreams now." She thought she could detect a small amount of surprise in his words; then she heard the smirk she knew so well. "But later on when you've recovered – you'd better make it up to me – tenfold."

Hermione nodded wearily, glad he understood. She started to lose all her basic functions soon after. Speech, sight and sound all floated away as she felt strong arms pick her up. Even the pain in her hand was minimal while cradled against a hard wall of flesh. She slipped away dreamless and feeling safe.

Draco looked down at Granger cradled in his arms, in shock and unfortunately a little turned on, which was completely inappropriate at the moment. Did she really mean what he thought she did? Was every erotic dream he'd had lately - shared with Hermione? It was too bizarre to even think about, yet made perfect sense.

He thought back to the first dream he had, he'd been in what he presumed was a dream room – which may have well been her actual bedroom, then the sleeping bag in the forest, then in the vent…at this point he almost dropped Hermione. Fuck - that meant Granger could suck cock, and not just like a scared little novice - she knew exactly what got him off. He felt his trousers get tighter and realised he was at half mast. Bloody hell, talk about bad timing.

Draco looked around the next corner and saw it was clear. He wasn't sure what to do, he had to get Fabian – this was imperative, but how to get Granger out? She was in a bad way. Without magic or even a healing charm it would be near on to impossible. He looked down again at her left hand which was blown up like a misshapen raw balloon; he didn't want to imagine the situation she'd been put in. He'd seen the pool, the chair, the chains - and he'd seen Claude. Suddenly a feeling of complete and utter pride spread through his chest. Hermione had done what most operatives would have baulked at – and she was his. Partner, he meant.

Who was he kidding? When they got out of here he was at least making one more amendment to that list – partner and then lover. He smirked, thinking about how much fun it was going to be trying to persuade Granger to sleep with him. If their dreams were any indication, she was willing; he just needed to nudge her in the right direction – and that direction being, his large bed. He knew Granger had blurted out the truth without realising it, she obviously thought he was a dream. He could use this little distraction Manfred had unwittingly supplied, one incredible night of getting rid of this baffling attraction to the brown haired witch. Once would never be enough though – he wondered where the hell that thought came from. He was Draco Malfoy – once was all he ever gave, he hated attachments. He shook off the queer sensation he felt in his chest, he was just concerned about getting out of the complex – that's all.

He found the room with the vent he'd hidden Fabian in, and set Hermione carefully on the ground behind a desk so she was out of sight. She mumbled and grabbed his collar weakly, trying to keep him close. He smiled and pried her small fingers away, feeling strangely content she wanted him near.

It had taken Draco too long to find a security guard high enough in the hierarchy who knew the sequences for the self destruct, which he set up purely to take out the laboratories. Then when he saw a room full of people locked up on one of the monitors, Draco persuaded the guard to let the door locks open. By persuade – he meant, well – it wasn't pretty. In the end they negotiated, Draco's fist or gun. The fist won out. Draco watched the guard intently, making sure he would do exactly as he promised. Once this was accomplished, Draco set up a fail-safe only he could decode then knocked the guard out cold.

It was nowhere near a fool-proof plan – he'd destroyed the control room computers hoping there would be no time to deactivate the self-destruct remotely. So far the sirens hadn't stopped – he was hopeful. Looking at his cuff, he saw they had less than thirty minutes to get out. He stuck his head into the vent and yelled – only to be met with a pale and gaunt face peering out.

"Fabian – I told you to stay put." Draco ground out, angry he'd disobeyed but relieved he didn't have to wait for Fabian to shuffle out from the depths of the vent.

"I figured you'd come back here and when I heard the siren I had nowhere else to go – I didn't know if you'd actually come back." Fabian coughed, but it was nowhere near as bad as earlier. Draco was thankful he wouldn't have to drag two almost unconscious bodies out of here.

As he helped Fabian down from the vent, Granger stirred and groggily sat up – a stream of curse words spewing forth as she hit her hand. Draco tried to stifle a smile; she certainly had a mouth for dirty phrases, among other things. Stop it, he mentally punched himself in the groin – he couldn't walk around with half a woody, it was un-Malfoy like. He was the cool, calm and collected ladies-man – not a teenager who got hard just by looking at a set of chocolate brown eyes, pouting lips and a keen mind. What the…keen mind?

Fabian took one look at Hermione and immediately went to her. To her credit she didn't shrink back from his touch. Draco felt something unsettling stir as he watched Fabian curl an arm around her back, helping her stand.

"Thank you. I…just, can't…" Fabian trailed off, realising his apology wasn't ever going to be good enough.

Hermione looked at Fabian and nodded once. She'd accepted it for what it was.

"Fabian – do you know where any first aid kits are?" Draco knew time was limited, but he also wanted to get some pain-killers into Hermione – it would make the escape easier if she didn't wince in pain with every step she took.

"I have something better." Fabian half smiled. "In my office – well my old office; I had a stash of pain charms and injections, they can't heal bones, they are more adrenaline based – but they'll take the pain and swelling away."

"Will they work without magic?" Draco demanded, not willing to risk going towards the very labs he was blowing up if they wouldn't work. He could try and heal Hermione again if magic rose – but he was fairly certain he'd be unconscious by the time her hand healed. He just wasn't strong enough at the moment, something he hated to admit.

"The injections I modified to use when magic was down – the charms which are stronger will only work in magic. But if we get them both – eventually they will work. I always knew I'd need them at some stage. With someone like Claude breathing down your neck – you had to have something up your sleeve."

Draco weighed it up – it was worth the risk, if they ran into any more guards, he would need Granger's help. He agreed and they left; two barely functioning people and one slightly exhausted operative.

The siren shrieked at them the whole time – they saw no-one in the corridors at all. Everyone must have fled. Fabian's old office thankfully was not in the rabbit warren of laboratories, but on the outside edge. Draco broke into the room and helped Hermione into a seat while Fabian loosened a small heating vent on the ground behind a desk. He lifted out a towel – inside was an array of charms and single injections. Draco hated needles. He'd had to get Muggle shots last time he was in Africa; he suppressed a shudder.

"Not scared of needles are you?" Hermione teased then winced. He didn't even realise she was watching him.

"Of course not," Draco lied. "You'd better not be either."

Hermione's eyes steadily held his. "I'm not afraid of anything...okay, snakes aside."

Draco grinned, then watched as Fabian primed an injection and swabbed Hermione's upper arm. He slid the small silver point in. Draco felt bile rise, swallowing quickly when he saw Hermione watching him with an amused brow raised. He grabbed a few of the charms, pocketing them and had a quick look around the office. The filing cabinets were full of papers and diagrams, of which he couldn't make head or tails from. He hoped everything would be destroyed; the 'cure' couldn't be let out. While Fabian tended Hermione, Draco took a book of matches from his pack and lit the files on fire – it never hurt to be careful.

When Hermione flexed the swollen fingers on her left hand with only minimal pain, they were ready to go. Draco was impressed with Fabian's injections. COT could definitely use a man of his skills in their own labs. Draco didn't want to think on any alternative's they may use him for.

Hermione's eyes glimmered with adrenaline, and Draco felt his pulse quicken; she looked like a warrior about to take on the world. He was glad to be by her side – she was one of the best – he still wasn't going to tell her this though. He had to keep some of his personality intact – considering everything about the damn witch was starting to make him question his attitude towards her. Fabian quickly gave himself a shot and they were off. They still saw nobody as they travelled down the hallways, Draco was starting to feel a bubble of concern – it was not right. The cuff beeped, telling them they had five minutes left. Draco broke into a jog.

They finally reached the main lobby area and ran for the large doors. As they burst through, Draco heard a familiar thumping noise - it sounded like rotor blades. Hermione yelled out to him and grabbed Fabian, before disappearing indoors again. Draco missed her words but not what suddenly appeared from the tree-line.

A helicopter hovered a few hundred metres away, a dishevelled and pissed off Claude clearly visible in the passenger seat. Someone must have found him in the last twenty minutes, shit. More concerning though, was the very large machine-guns attached to the helicopters side. Draco heard a clicking noise, then Hermione's panicked scream behind him. He spun and made for the doors; just as the gun opened up – tearing at the very ground behind him as he ran.

Hermione yelled again as she watched Draco stand in front of the helicopter. The guns began to blaze and he spun – running as fast as he could. Dirt and dust kicked up behind him as the bullets slammed into the ground. She didn't think he was going to make it. Pushing on the door, she felt Fabian grab her arm, which she shook off immediately and flung him bodily to the side. He wasn't strong enough to hold her back yet. As the door swung open Draco dove inside – at the same time as Hermione tackled him to the side. Bullets, glass and shrapnel burst into the lobby.

Hermione was on-top of Draco, just outside the line of fire, breathing hard. When he realised the guns were taking out the majority of the lobby he spun her, so she was underneath him – shielding her. She got angry – what the hell was he doing? She was the one who knocked him aside saving his arse once more. Now he was trying to be all gallant and protect her – not good enough. She tried to roll him back over; he resisted and looked down at her in surprise.

"Are you really fighting me on who should be the shield?" He yelled as a part of the door crashed inwards. Draco rolled them a few times to get even further away; he remained on-top much to her annoyance.

"I saved you, not vice-versa." Hermione didn't know why she was angry or why any of this was important. But he'd just stood there while the helicopter opened fire – she'd almost lost him. As this thought crashed through her she leant up and pulled his head down – devouring his mouth in a kiss which left them both breathless. Draco's eyes were twinkling with something when she finally released him.

"Careful – I may start to think you care." He teased.

"I don't care – adrenaline makes me horny." She retorted, completely astounded to find she really did actually care. He didn't need to know this – the only thing he cared about was his hair, which still looked amazing she noticed. Git – okay, good looking git. This was getting out of hand – three days ago she would have gladly never seen him again in her lifetime – now she couldn't imagine never seeing him again. Hormones and woman's emotional attachments were something she wished she could turn off.

"Well, lets get some adrenaline pumping then shall we – I look forward to the consequences – maybe later tonight when we are all asleep dreaming." He pressed a tight kiss to her lips, smirked then got off her and peered over at Fabian – who was cowering behind a cement pylon on the other side of the lobby. Hermione stopped her thoughts while also trying to stop the tingling lower in her body – what did he mean when they were asleep? Did he know about the dreams? She replayed his words and smirk in her mind - oh god, he knew.

She didn't get any time to worry about the fallout from his words as the gunfire stopped all of a sudden and they heard the helicopter loop around. She ran straight for Fabian, still unsure why his safety was a concern for her. Although now having been at the hands of Claude and his goons – she was beginning to understand that giving in was almost an option. She couldn't get angry at Fabian for that, she was a trained operative and even she almost gave up a few times. Somebody who'd only ever lived a quiet life with no threats wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked when she slid down next to him. He nodded as he pulled a large piece of shrapnel from his thigh. Blood welled up and Hermione immediately placed her right hand over it for a compress. Shit, it didn't look arterial, but she couldn't tell. Instead she let go and ripped his pant leg open. The bleeding was slowing, but not enough. She watched as he injected himself again and she unwound Draco's bloody scrap from her swollen hand and tied it around his thin thigh.

"Is it safe to have another injection so soon?" She asked.

Fabian shrugged. "We'll soon see."

Hermione finally looked around at Draco and saw him peering through the broken façade of the complex. A rather large gun in his hands, for a second Hermione didn't understand where he had gotten it, but it had been strapped close to his back the entire mission. Only she got caught, losing her weapons in the process - for a while anyway. She patted her sabre lovingly, glad it was back where it belonged and also a little surprised Draco had grabbed it while she lay unconscious.

Then Draco took a step towards the outside.

"What are you doing?" She screamed across the room.

"Get ready to run, Granger – we have twenty seconds until the place blows." Draco frowned and cocked the gun – the helicopter louder than the shrieking sirens. He looked over at her, she knew worry was plastered over her face – he smirked and winked at her – then ran outside.

She yelled and heard three loud shots. Running for the exposed skeleton which was the front door she watched as Draco fell to the side – screaming she ran for him – just as the helicopter faltered mid-air. It was then she saw a stream of liquid falling from it. Draco had shot one of the tanks. Hermione was no longer thinking clearly and flew outside, at the last moment she saw Fabian follow her. She almost screamed in frustration then – he wasn't supposed to trail behind her – he was their package, he had to stay safe. Her worry over Draco had left Fabian exposed.

Just as she heard the familiar whirl of machine guns warming up, a huge explosion shook the ground. She fell to one knee, Fabian crashing down on her. They lay tangled for a moment – knowing they were dead – the guns couldn't miss them.

A second huge explosion shook the ground and as she looked up, one entire side of the complex shattered out in a mushroom cloud – capturing the helicopter in its midst. The guns started, but the shots went up in the air as the small machine banked sharply to the left.

Draco pulled at her arm – yelling she was a 'stupid twat' for following him outside and that he had it all under control. She didn't look away from Claude's panicked form; she felt truly evil in that second. She was gaining some form of sick satisfaction seeing him frightened. Then another loud bang came from inside – flames shooting out through the huge gaping hole in the building – completely engulfing the small helicopter. Hermione heard the squeal of the guns and metal warping in the heat then an all-mighty crash as it landed in the building.

Her arm was being pulled out of its socket. Draco was yelling – she only heard white noise, but grabbed Fabian's shirt yanking him upwards too. As they ran for the perimeter fence, Hermione saw what Draco was pointing at.

Men, lots of men with guns and bikes were fleeing. Hermione knew if they were spotted they were dead – even if the head of the snake had been cut off - these men would still want Fabian, and in extension – Draco and her dead.

"The whole place is coming apart – I only wanted to destroy the labs – it seems the entire building is interconnected somehow." Draco was yanking her arm and then pushing her under the wire fence. She heard gun-fire, but wasn't sure if it was directed at them. She pulled Fabian through and jumped up – running with all her might into the forest.

Smoke, debris and yelling followed them into the tree-line and Hermione lost her bearings for a moment – where the hell were they going to go – which way?

A strong hand grabbed hers and began to pull, she grappled for Fabian then swore as pain shot up her arm – her left hand decided to join the fray again. Fabian grabbed her elbow instead and managed to keep up with them as they crashed through the underbrush – trying to get distance away from the still exploding complex.

What felt like three or four hours later they stumbled into a clearing near a small stream. All three practically fell into the water, animal tracks led to and from it – so Hermione decided it was safe to drink – in moderation.

Draco went off to gather wood, while Hermione used the matches from Draco's pack to light a fire with what lay around the camp. Fabian hung back clearly unsure what he could do. Hermione gave him a small half smile. "How about you go see if you can find any fruits or berries to collect – or if you're keen, try and catch us some fish. I'm pretty sure I saw the stream open up about a hundred metres from here into a pool. Just don't eat anything until we can tell if it's not poisonous, and look out for other men patrolling the forest – we should be clear, but be careful."

"Gathering and fishing I can do – I used to spear-fish all the time back home, and believe me – if I see anyone – I'm not going to alert them, I wont go back to WAM." Hermione gave him her sabre so he could whittle a spear, silently saying sorry to her immaculate blade for being abused like this. But it was either starve or eat – and she knew she could fix her blade later.

After an hour, Draco returned with wood while Fabian came back with four small fish and two pocketfuls of berries. They were all exhausted with food in their bellies as the sun disappeared, and she looked on in surprise as Draco gave Fabian his sleeping bag – hers was gone. The doctor fell asleep within ten minutes.

She lay close to the heat of the flames and watched as Draco settled nearby. She shut her eyes letting the warmth and light chase patterns across her closed eyelids. It couldn't have been more than twenty minutes later when she heard a movement. Sitting up she watched as Draco disappeared into the tree-line. Frowning she stumbled to her feet and followed.

As she walked past a large tree, Draco suddenly pulled her towards him, pushing her back against the rough bark. He then held himself flush with her body. It made her breath hitch. "Following me, Granger?"

"No…I was just – walking…" She mentally face-palmed; what a ridiculous excuse. He cocked an eyebrow disbelievingly as heat began to flow out from her due to their close positioning. Draco was pressed tightly against her body, his knee pushed completely between her thighs. The friction she craved was only a movement away, and she knew there was no lying to herself in this moment. She wanted him and wanted him bad, if Draco didn't stop this – they would fuck. On the heels of this realisation, Hermione knew she didn't want to play it safe anymore. If she could have one moment of losing her mind and letting pure lust take over – this was that moment. She let the junction between her legs rest on his knee and slid up his thigh, the sensation and Draco's surprised gasp was reward enough. Hermione parted her lips and looked up in the darkness, only just able to make out Draco's features in the moonlight.

"Ms Granger, I do believe you to be lying." His chuckling whisper teased as he bent down pressing his lips to hers in a sweet and very chaste kiss. She couldn't help but moan into his mouth. Draco pulled away before she could deepen it and looked down at her, she couldn't read his eyes, but she saw a moment of hesitation. She was lost to the anticipation and didn't want him to stop, so she leant up licking his neck slowly, before biting into the soft flesh lightly. He stiffened for a moment, an unbidden rasp leaving his throat as his hands trailed down her sides. When Draco reached her arse he pulled her against his hardening cock. She almost growled in lust, letting her own hands move down his chest as she nipped again. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back almost violently – she loved the power he was now using over her. Some men were scared to play a little rougher. His lips were all but searing as they collided once more with hers, his tongue invading her warmth before she could take in another breath. Excitement coiled in her stomach, tight and hot.

Hermione bit his lower lip, his responsive tightening in her hair made her braver, so she wriggled her uninjured hand between them trailing down his firm chest and ghosting over his hardness now nestled against her. Before he could respond, Hermione grasped his thick length through his pants, her mind going white in excitement with the thought of having him buried deep in her within minutes. Unbuckling him one handed she pulled his pants from his hips; his cock bobbing into her warm hand as he swore into her ear. He was losing himself to the feeling and Hermione was glad she wasn't the only one having control issues.

Lightly stroking him up his length, Draco buried his face in her neck, licking and kissing hot spots up to her ear making her insides quiver. She grasped tighter and let her hand pop off the end of his cock, he shuddered and she grasped him tight again, repeating the movement. The third time she tried, he grabbed her hand tightly.

"I will last all of three seconds if you keep doing that, Hermione." It came out more of a growl as he unsnapped her pants. The use of her Christian name in the heat of the moment while he took in another ragged breath made her insides flip over; he shouldn't be able to do that. Hermione ceased to have a coherent thought for a moment as his questing fingers snuck into her pants lightly stroked over her, teasing.

Before she could respond, Draco had roughly pulled her trousers and underwear over her hips crouching as he slid them all the way to the ground. She stepped out of them, knowing this was it, no backing down. Hermione didn't even feel the roughness of the bark against her – all she could feel was Draco right before her. There was no question of taking this slowly – they both had a need, a need which demanded to be sated quickly. On his way back up Draco nuzzled the softness of her pubic hair and kissed her lightly, eliciting a gasp. He flicked his tongue out once making her insides seize up before standing in front of her again. She swore he whispered 'next time'.

Then as her thoughts swirled in confusion and ecstasy – Draco lifted her up, his stiff cock nudging along the wetness of her slit. Hermione felt heat unlike anything before building up - already. This had never happened in the past, she was taut with orgasm and he hadn't even pushed himself inside of her, she clenched at the thought. Fuck, she was worried this might happen. She wanted him too much. Draco bit her neck lightly and she ran her fingers through his soft hair tugging him so he looked up at her; she had to manage this.

"Is this a dream?" She croaked out, lust heavy in her voice.

Draco was quiet for a heartbeat. "Do you want it to be?"

"It would make things easier if it was," she replied, wriggling unconsciously to create friction.

Draco hissed in a tight breath. "Then it's just a dream, Granger." He thrust deep into her before finishing the words. Hermione couldn't help the yell of pleasure which tore through her very being. Draco filled her up completely, she was tight and wet around him and she'd never felt something fit quite so perfectly. He stayed absolutely still for a moment, she could feel him throb deep inside of her – it was beyond delicious.

Just when she thought she'd explode in a frenzied orgasm from just his girth – he began to move, slowly at first then harder and deeper. Hermione whispered 'harder, faster' into his ear and Draco complied with a grunt. Hermione wrapped her legs tightly around him and grasped the tree trunk behind her for leverage, leaning back. Her left hand didn't even twinge – her body was purely for pleasure right now. As Draco thrust deeper into her from the new position, he placed a hand on her sternum, trailing it down while his other hand held her arse up into the perfect position. It was beyond hot, most Muggle men never had the strength for this position – Hermione almost came once more from just thinking about it.

Then Draco's hand trailed all the way down, flicking her clit as he slammed into her again and again. Hermione could do nothing but mumble incoherent words of pleasure as the heat built between them. With a loud bellow Draco came inside of her, just as his fingers pinched her clit – making white light blind her for a second as wave upon wave of bliss spun around her.

As their breathing returned to normal, Draco nuzzled her neck tenderly while stroking her hair and Hermione suddenly realised she couldn't do this – not right now. She couldn't let Malfoy in to her world, not without dire consequences. She already liked him much more than was normal – if sex was like this with him – where would it lead her wayward emotions…

"Let me down please." She whispered, something in her voice making him frown and comply straight away. She started to dress, saying nothing.

"Granger?" he queried as she pulled her pants silently on. She ignored the burning question in his voice, she had an inkling he wanted answers, answers she couldn't give him without giving away her feelings. Feelings she had to sort out. "Granger?"

"It was just a dream, Draco – nothing more, nothing less." Hermione hastily snapped at him as she walked away without looking at his face. Her resolve was paper-thin and if she looked into his grey eyes she would fold. Hermione knew she was being unfair and almost rude. Sighing, she continued to make her way over the uneven ground, leaving Draco standing half naked next to the tree. The delicious burning between her thighs mocked her; she enjoyed being with Malfoy in more ways than one. Phenomenal sex was just the beginning and she needed to work out if she could accept more, knowing Draco would most likely use her and toss her aside when he'd had his fill. The horrifying thought from her slightly feminist mind was that she probably would let him do it, just so she could experience his hard cock inside of her again. She was losing herself and it was slightly exhilarating – disconcerting she meant. Hermione was currently living in the largest city of denial, but didn't know how to face…what? Draco…her? It was nightmare waiting to happen…wasn't it?

Fabian was still dead to the world in his small sleeping bag, Hermione didn't disturb him and watched the flames dance across the log of wood she threw on instead. She curled up and let her mind run blank; there was time enough for thoughts about Draco later. First they had to get home, although they should be able to Apparate after a few more kilometres in the morning. After a few minutes a loud noise startled her from her musings, it sounded like tree branches being snapped and thrown around angrily – Draco? No, couldn't be – he'd gotten plenty of fire-wood earlier. It had to be an animal she sleepily thought, then dozed off.

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