Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Delightful Pain	By : sabreenthequeen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36263 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except this plot. Don't you dare steal. I can be nasty when people steal. Especially when I found out someone stole the way I drew an 'eye' in art class. 'Nasty monkey' (a little something from Voltaire. Lol, he has the funniest things to say.)
A/N: Nothing to say here other than keep on reading and reviewing!!!
-----------------------------------------------
Delightful Pain
-----------------------------------------------
Chapter VII: Sweet Dreams
Her POV:
"Where are you going?" I asked breathless. My mind was reeling from the events that occurred just moments ago. Such as my declaration, his confessions, the kiss.
He walked over to the portrait door and I stood there staring at his retreating back. He stopped walked and shifted his head so that I could only see the side of his face, his silvery hair disarrayed and in his eyes, blocking them from my view.
"To free us," he replied and left before I could say another word. And I just sat there, wondering, clutching my white school shirt that he had gave me to cover myself up after he stopped. I stared out at the entrance to the common room where he stood just moments before and felt my eyes sting.
I didn't know why I had kissed him then. After hearing him vent out his frustrations just as I did moments before, I found that it wasn't only me who was trapped in this weird circle of lust and hate but also him. Somewhere along the line I had trapped him and he had made me his prisoner. However, now he says he will go to free us, but doesn't he know that he can't. There is no way that he can.
I remembered how we stood there just moments before, staring into each other eyes, panting heavily after we screamed and yelled after each other. A part of me softened then. The words he said made me feel guilty for stirring such feelings inside of him. I felt guilty that I had made him get a heart.
It would've been much better if he was a cold, ruthless bastard that raped me nonstop. Why did he have to go and get a conscience? Why did he have to apologize? If he never did, I wouldn't feel this way for him. I wouldn't want him. His change had me realize that he could be a better person but I find life would've been much better if he was just a bastard without feelings. At least then, I wouldn't have the desire to go and kiss him.
We had stood there staring into each other's eyes, I getting lost in his. My feet seemed to have a mind of it's own and took a few steps towards him and unexpectedly I reached out and kissed him. The contact made me sigh as a wave of pleasure washed through me, causing me to moan. It had been so long since we kissed. So long...
I drew back suddenly to allow my mind some time to process what had happened. My eyes gazed into his and I was delighted to see his gray eyes darkened with lust. My hands wrap themselves around his neck without my mind even giving the okay and I ran my fingers through his hair, my nails grazing over his sensitive neck. He drew me closer to him so not a breath of air was between us and the fact his bare chest was against my body made another flair of tingling anticipation run through me. Just a thin barrier clothing was in the way of touching him, skin to skin.
He rubbed my cheek, where I knew there was a scar there that he had caused. It was so sensual and sweet that I closed my eyes and sighed at the contact and moaned as his lips touched mine and we kissed softly and smoothly, his tongue gently rubbing against my own, his hand stroking my cheek. I hummed as I felt him draw circles on my lower back and leaned forward into him, deepening the kiss.
Then suddenly I pulled away, in dire need of breath and something jumped into my head. I didn't know how it got there. I just wanted him to never stop kissing me. I wanted to feel him slowly crawl inside me and never come out. I wanted our bodies to join into a union, sometimes slow and sometimes fast and furious. I wanted him by my side forever. I wanted him now. I suddenly found myself afraid of losing him and I didn't want him to go away.
I pushed him with all my strength so that he fell sprawled on top of the black sofa he was napping on earlier and crawled on top of me. I felt sensual, my body heating up and blazing with lust. I kissed hard, my lips bruising his, my fingers running up and down his bare chest, feeling every curve and crevice in an attempt to memorize them. He kissed me hard too, his hands roaming around my body, quickly unbuttoning my shirt with lightening speed. The growing need to have him inside of me was increasing to a point where I didn't want this to be slow. Our lower bodies rubbed against each other, my ache increasing by the second. My fingers went down to his trousers where I felt his growing hardness. I knew he wanted me too, but his hands covered my own to stop me and he even ceased kissing me.
Confusion was written all over my face. I was frustrated with all the slowness. What happened to the aggressive Draco Malfoy who raped me everyday for over a month? I dipped my head to kiss him, yet he turned his head and I missed his lips with mere inches. Raising my head, I gave him a questioning look but his eyes were serious and he pushed me off of me, taking my shirt and covering my body with it and then, taking his own shirt, he left.
And now, sitting here, I wondered how it all happened. What had made him stop. What was the reason? For once I was following what my heart told me, what my body wanted me to do, yet he stopped me. Didn't he want me any more? Was I right before? Did no one care?
-:-
-:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:--:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:-
-:-
In my bed, I allowed the darkness engulf me. In the past, before Draco began his visitations, I used to love the darkness for it's warmth and comfort. It would conceal me from others and conceal others from me. It would be just be me alone. Away from distractions, away from life. Simply me in a world of my own.
Unfortunately now, I detest it. The darkness was where I had lost my innocence, where life brought me at such a road where my destination seems to far from me to even think about it. It was here in this darkness, that I found myself unable to reason. How different it is from before. Previously it would be here in the darkness where my mind would drift, taking in everything that would have happened in the day and break it apart piece by piece in order to analyze possibilities, and life in general.
Now I found my self in such a position where it seems everything is an illusion. Life is but a lie. A battle field where even your own people are your enemies and only one should think of their self. Cut, hack, and cry. Blood, death, sorrow, and mourn.
I'm mourning now. Of what you ask? Many things such as the death of my dear friendship with two people who used to mean the world to me, the loss of my reason, and the frenzied emotions for one who had caused all my trouble.
Even in the darkness, which used to be my solace, he had managed to arrive and turn my life upside-down. He haunts my every thoughts, my every move, my very soul. How I hate him for stirring such thoughts within me. Lust or hate. Which shall it be. It can't be both. Can it?
Sleep, entered my mind. However my eyes are open.
The door opened with a creep. A scary sound, yet a familiar one.
Light rained in through the door, making my eyes sting from the brightness.
Ahh the light. How I miss thee. Yet how I detest thee as well.
A silhouette of a figure loomed in the doorway. I felt two eyes bore into me. I closed my own eyes. Half because of the light, and half because I didn't want to see the person standing in the doorway. First he comes after me. Then he leaves. Then he makes me come after him and then he leaves again. Has he come to continue the cycle? Or has he come to stay forever. Forever as my mind wishes for him to stay. Forever. It doesn't seem too long in my mind.
I felt the mattress depress, and my heart quickened it's beats. I felt his presence. Terrifying, a part of my mind thought. Comfort, said another. I felt his breath at my ear and I these ears of mine longed for him to speak. Yet no words were uttered for my lips wanted something else. A kiss left previously undone.
I shifted my weight slightly so that I faced him and my fingers traced the outline of his face just to make sure he wasn't an illusion and that he wouldn't disappear with my touch. I sighed feeling his skin and leaned forward to kiss him as my lips had wanted.
His own hand was around my waist in a tight embrace, our bodies fitting into the other like two pieces of a puzzle. Yet it was weird since it seems as though we came from two different puzzles, yet somehow perhaps a higher being created it so we could be together even through our differences.
The kiss was different from any other ones. Heavenly, celestial, pure were words to describe it. We parted and I buried my face in the hollow of his chest, allowing his sweet erotic scent to fill my nostrils, loving the smell and the emotions that swelled in my heart. It was strange how this very scent of his would make me tremble in fear and repulsion before. Odd how circumstances change.
Everything about us is strange yet somehow I don't care that it is. It makes this all the more exciting. The mystery behind our feelings was making my analytical mind jump in joy at the prospect of figuring out the reason, but when it becomes apparent that my mind can't do a thing to sort out these feelings, I become confused. Yet this confusion somehow is a good thing. It makes the growing need to understand greater. Makes everything much more thrilling.
Yet it also made me feel trapped in my own mind, in my own feelings.
He tightened his embrace on me even more than it was before.
Trapped. I was his prisoner. He had gone to free me. What happened? Did he understand now it was impossible? Maybe. Maybe that's why he is here. I wrapped my arms tighter around him. I didn't want him to leave. I pick lust over hate. Lust. Definitely.
Sleep. I felt it again. This time my eyes were closed.

-:-
-:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:--:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:-
-:-

"I'm going. Free. You're free now," were words that broke me from my slumber. My eyes were still closed yet I could tell it was now morning. Birds were chirping in the distance, light was peaking through the curtains. A new day. Light. Freedom.
Wait a minute... 'freedom'?
My eyes opened quickly to see who had spoken. He had come during the night hadn't he? He had come and we had kissed but nothing further than that happened.
My eyes met emptiness. Where had he gone? I looked to my side to see the part of the bed he was sleeping on last night. However I was surprised to see it was made perfectly just as it was before I slept or before he had come.
I rubbed my eyes, thinking it was an illusion. Yet the bed was the same as how I saw it seconds before. I climbed out of bed and ran over to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and splashing cold water on my face. What had happened? Where was he? Maybe he had gone to his room. Yes. Perhaps that was it.
I turned my gaze to the door that would lead into his room. I walked over, my footsteps hesitant as I was unsure whether to enter or not. In the end, I opened the door on impulse and gasped at the emptiness inside. The black bed was stripped of it's sheets, the wardrobe open to reveal no clothes. The whole room was empty with no sign of anyone living there.
I pulled my tangled locks of chesnut hair with one hand in frustration and wondered what to do now. Where had he gone? Why wasn't he here anymore?
I leaned against the door frame and closed my eyes remembering the words that had awoken me. 'I'm going. Free. You're free now.'
So he had gone. Gone to free me? But how can that be possible. Didn't he know I would forever stay his prisoner with or without his presence? Didn't he know nothing could change these strange feelings I had for him?
Opening my eyes, I ran out to the Head Common Room. Maybe he hadn't left yet. Maybe I still had time to catch him from going. I dashed over to the door, flung it open and then looked out at the room. It too was empty. Suddenly a letter fluttering on the coffee table grasped my attention. I walked over quickly and took the parchment in my hands. Tearing open the seal without seeing how it was, I read the contents.
To Miss Granger,
I have come to know the past misdemeanors which occurred this past month. I give you my greatest apologies for not having this brought to my attention before to stop such atrocious behavior from the Head Boy. He is no longer given the title Head Boy and we have shifted his belongings back to the Slytherin Boy's Dorms. Further action will be taken upon your acquiescence. He had moved shortly after midnight of the previous day and will not be permitted to come within 50 meters of you. Spells have been casted to assure this until further notice.
My deepest apologies,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
The letter was dotted by tears by the time I finished reading. Dumbledore found out. But how? Did Draco go to confess? Was that what he meant by freeing us? But this can't be. How can he be so stupid? Now what would happen to us. If Dumbledore knows, then pretty soon everyone would. And would he go to Azakaban because of this? More than a week ago, I would have rejoiced at such a result, but now I'm feeling sick at the very thought.
Now what will happen? Would this really free us? Would this make everything go back to normal? I have a feeling it wouldn't. And Dumbledore said he left shortly after midnight. Then who was that person who was sleeping next to me last night? Of course it was Draco. I would know if he wasn't.
But if I were really dreaming about him, then that just goes to show how much I want him. How much I'm trapped within this feelings. My own subconscious won't let me rest from such thoughts and feelings. Everywhere I would go, everything I would do, it would pertain to him.
I remembered that sweet heavenly kiss. The embrace that I never wanted to part with for the fear of loosing him.
So if he had gone before that, then was it all a dream?
Yes it was a dream. Nevertheless, it was a sweet dream. A heavenly sweet dream that I would never forget. And I would never forget him. I would never forget the pain he caused nor the pleasure he awakened. Come what may, I would forever be his prisoner. These sweet dreams would turn me insane. Sweet delightful dreams which now leaves me in pain of parting.
-:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:--:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:--:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:--:- -:- -:-
-:- -:- -:--:- -:- -:-
-:-
A/N: Well as you all can see the end is coming. One more chapter and it'll be the end of Part One: Delightful Pain. There is a Part Two, sort of like a sequel, but since I'm not too sure it's good enough and since I'm not fond of it, it probably won't be posted. Maybe I will if there's a large demand but if there isn't then the next chapter will be end of this sad tale.
Thanks for the inspiring reviews folks. I love you guys!!!

All Hail,
Queen of Serpents
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Delightful Pain