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My Angel	By : bronzbarista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hehe you guys are in for a shock in this chapter, also a little bit of smutty fun :) As always, please read and review. It really helps me know how I'm doing and encourages me to continue!

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Draco’s smirk stayed firmly placed his on his lips as he watched Hermione walk in. He’d always loved the way her skin looked in the candlelight, but it was the wary look in her eyes that gave him pause. He hated that she couldn’t remember, but that’s why he was here. To show her what she was missing. To bring her back to the real world., and to their son. As a sign of no ill intent he held his hands up in front of him, “Don’t worry Hermione, I’m not here to hurt you. I just believe that it’s time I explained a few things to you. You deserve to have that.”

Hermione watched him carefully, and would have backed out the door had the room not sealed it up. Bloody room of requirement just believed it knew everything. With a huff she walked to a dark chair that appeared and sat down, still eyeing him carefully, “And how do I know that this isn’t some trick Malfoy? Not to mention, why are you calling me by my first name? How am I supposed to believe anything you tell me? For all I know you’re working for Voldemort, and are planning to drag me there now. You could very well be keeping me like this with some dark curse. I could be locked in the dungeons below Malfoy Manor. Not that it would be my first stay there.” She shuddered, remembering Bellatrix carving ‘mudblood’ into her arm as Hermione screamed.

Draco sighed and went to sit in a chair across from her. A table appeared between them, and atop it was dark walnut box with a lock in the front. He ran his hand over the box, glad that the magic in the room had allowed him to replicate it even here in this world. He had hated watching his aunt cut into Hermione, and had hated even more, listening to her screaming in agony, and being able to do nothing about it. He knew she had every right to be wary of him in this existence, “First of all Hermione, this is no trick. Its as real and honest as it can be. Secondly, I’m using your first name, because calling you by your surname just seems childish at this point. Not to mention, I know you a little bit better than I did when I started that. As for being locked in the dungeons…technically the Manor has no dungeons, just a seriously creepy and deranged basement.”

Hermione stared at him in confusion, “Malfoy what are you going on about? How is that you have come to know me so well when we can’t stand to even be near each other? Oh, and Malfoy Manor does have dungeons or have you forgotten my lovely little vacation there.” She growled at him in frustration, he wasn’t explaining anything to her at all; just talking in cryptic phrases and circles.

Draco looked at her with sad grey eyes and shook his head, “There are many things in my life that I have been able to erase from my mind Hermione, but the sound of your screams, and seeing you locked in the dark place, suffocating the light out of your very soul….that’s something I can never forget. It’s the main reason I moved out of the manor…” He seemed to trail off and stare into space over her shoulder. He shook his head and look to her eyes again, “Hermione you asked me before to tell you what was happening to you, and at the point I didn’t even know. None of us did. However, I am now in a position to explain it all to you…do you want me to tell you, or would you prefer to continue stubbornly trying to figure it out for yourself?”

She looked at him and then at the box he was resting his hand on. Working this all out for herself hadn’t exactly been a success so far, and while she wasn’t prone to trusting the little prat she couldn’t help the feeling in her chest. The one that told her that there was something more, something that said she could trust him to tell her the truth. She rubbed the spot over her heart and sighed, looking up at him, “No Malfoy, I want you to explain this to me. I need to know why I’m stuck here….if I’m…d-dead.”

He looked at her sadly and nodded. Waving his hand over the box, it clicked, and he lifted the lid. On top was a simple silver picture frame, and below was a stack of parchments. Removing the silver picture frame of the two of them laughing he handed it to her. The moment that picture had captured seemed so long ago. A time when they had been nothing but children, and yet they had been forced to grow up much sooner than was fair.

Hermione took the picture frame from him and looked down at it, gasping a little at the happy faces, and forgetting, for the moment, that he hadn’t answered her query, “Malfoy I don’t understand. When was this picture taken?” Her eyes brimmed with tears as she watched the figures in the picture, “Were we friends Malfoy…or were we…something more?” Her fingers trembled a little as she held the frame, watching the Draco in the picture nuzzle a smiling Hermione’s neck.

When she looked back up into his eyes she saw the pain written all over his face. His grey eyes were clouded over, and felt a tug in her heart. Memories of that same expression on his face every time he had left her before clicking into place in her memory, “It was something more wasn’t it?” she whispered softly to him.

Not trusting his voice enough to answer her he reached back into the box and pulled out the parchments. He slid them over to her, and she set the picture frame down on the table. The edges were a little crumpled from so many readings, and they were heavily creased from being folded time and time again when he read them. He sat quietly as she read through the letters that she had sent him during the height of the war, when she had gone with Harry to look for the horcruxes. He watched her eyes alight at the information, then brim with tears as the realization of just what they had been hit her.

“We…we were in love…why didn’t you tell me before?” Her voice was hoarse from restraining the sobs that threatened to escape.

His voice was rough and gravelly when he spoke, “I wanted so much to tell you Hermione. I truly did, but I just…I couldn’t imagine you accepting it. When I first saw you in Diagon alley, you looked so confused, lost, and scared. Then when you saw me and called me Malfoy, I knew you didn’t remember. During the war, while you, Harry, and Weasley were looking for the horcruxes we kept in contact. We used spelled parchments, disillusioned owls, and every other trick that we could think of. We loved each other so much that we couldn’t bear to be apart. Then one night my Aunt Bellatrix found me reading a letter. She sent Greyback out to look for you, and when he brought you back she tortured you before me for being traitorous and consorting with a muggle born.”

Hermione arched her brow at the fact that he didn’t use mudblood, but let him continue on.

“As soon as I was able I sent an anonymous letter to Longbottom about where you were, then he told Aberforth, who sent Dobby to you. I had to get you out of there, away from my aunt. It hurt me to hear Dobby had died saving you. Of all of our house elves he had been the only one to defy my father and bring me treats my mother sent me.” He smiled a little at the memory of Dobby sneaking pumpkin pasties and every flavor beans into his book bag in the middle of the night.

Tears splashed onto Hermione’s cheeks as he spoke, and she covered her mouth at the mention of Dobby’s death. She could remember looking for the horcruxes, but only in snippets. The escape from Malfoy Manor was something that had tortured her endlessly. Brief memories of the war were there, but she remembered nothing else of what happened. “You…you are the one who helped us escape? We always assumed it had just been Aberforth…no one said anything about a letter…”

He nodded solemnly, and reached over to take her hand, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles, “Hermione I would have killed my aunt then and there if I had been able to, but I knew that I couldn’t expose our relationship until that sick twisted cunt was dead, and her dark master with her.”

She looked down at their joined hands, and sniffled, “Malfoy…are you just trying to give me closure? Am I supposed to pass over or something? I just…I don’t…gods…” She choked back a sob and Draco got up, and walked over to her kneeling in front of her and wiped her cheeks with his hands gently brushing the tears away, then wrapping her in his arms.

“Shhhh shhh no my love that’s not what this is at all.” He leaned back a little and looked into her eyes. He tucked a stray curl behind her ear and felt the soft intake of breath, her lips forming a little ‘o.’ “Hermione I’m here, because I can’t live without you. I’m here because I need you with me.” He took her hand and placed it on his bare chest just over his hear, “Do you feel that?” She nodded and sniffled a bit. “That’s my heart and it beats only for you. If you were in purgatory, or otherwise failing to crossover due to death you would never feel that. We would not be able to touch.”

Hermione looked at their hands over his heart then up into his eyes. The emotion there in his eyes took her by surprise. They were like molten silver, full of desire, love, and lust. She reached up with her free hand and placed her hand on his cheek. He felt warm under her fingers, and her heart raced as she touched him. Draco remained still, and watched her like she was a wary animal and any sudden movement would cause her to run. Her hand slid down his neck and to his shoulder. His breathing increased and she dropped her eyes to his lips, her tongue darting out to lightly lick her own. Even though Hermione could never remember having been with anyone before, this felt so familiar.

Draco closed the distance between them, letting go of her hand on his chest he brushed her hair back. His lips touched her’s and he groaned softly. Hermione closed her eyes and moved her lips against his, shyly at first. When Draco put his hand behind her head and made it more aggressive she followed suit. She gasped when he nipped her lip, he chuckled, and then plundered her mouth with his tongue. Soon their tongues were warring with each other and Draco’s hands reached down to pull her shirt out of her jeans. His hands slid beneath her shirt and gripped her waist. Hermione moaned at the contact and pulled away from the kiss. They stared at each, chests heaving, eyes wild.

Draco stood and lifted Hermione with him easily. She instinctually wrapped her legs around him and held his shoulders. He walked her to the bed and lay her back on the red silk duvet. He looked down at her and then covered her body with his own, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. Hermione reached behind him and slid her nails down his back, her right leg coming up his side. He hooked his arm beneath her knee and rolled his hips to press his erection to her core. He was so hard he was sure he was going to rip his pants.

Hermione gasped and moaned as he pressed against her core. She was already wet for him, and couldn’t believe her wanton behavior, but this…somehow this was all she could think of. His smell, his taste, his body, she wanted him closer. Her hands gripped his arse and pulled him harder against her. Draco lifted his head and looked down at her panting and groaning, “Gods Hermione you’re going to make me cum like a fourth year.” He chuckled and smirked at her blush. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, nipping the tender skin up to her ear where he whispered, “I’m going to slow it down a little,” and at her whimper of frustration he grinned, “Don’t worry pet…you’ll like what I do.”

He put her leg down gently and bit and sucked at her pulse point. He felt her hands grip him tighter and grinned. He licked the spot and moved lower, his teeth gently grazing the skin at her collarbone. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” He whispered as he lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. He brushed his lips across the other side of her collarbone and then used his hand to push the straps of her bra down. His nimble fingers unclasped the front and his other harm wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the bed, pressing her naked chest against his. Her mouth opened in a gasp and he pulled her bra off, tossing it aside.

Hermione watched him quietly, wanting to see what he did, and just revel in the feel of him. As he lay her back down on the bed, she watched as he moved lower down her body trailing kisses, nips, bites, and gentle scrapes of his teeth. Every nerve in her body felt alive and on fire. When he reached the button of her jeans and merely undid it and pulled them off of her, she about came undone.

Draco looked down at the thing scrap of white cotton that covered her pussy and grinned salaciously up at her. He leaned down and nuzzled the wet spot in the crotch of her knickers and grinned when she gasped and arched a little off the bed. He looked up at her again, and pressed one long finger against her slit, through the fabric, “You’re so wet for me love, and you smell…divine.” He took a deep breath and growled softly, “It’s everything I can do not to devour you. Then again, I may do just that.” He reached a up and bunched the sides of her knickers in his hands and yanked. The fabric ripped easily and he discarded it. She now lay before him completely naked and gorgeous.

Hermione looked down at him and drew her knees up, feet flat on the bed, and attempted to close them to hide. Instead Draco hooked his arms under her knees and yanked her down to him, “Oh no you don’t pet. I’ve been waiting far too long for this…” With that he dove into her. His tongue flattened, and in long broad strokes he lapped at her quivering cunt. His nose rubbed against her clit, which had hardened in anticipation. Hermione moaned and gripped the sheets, “Sweet Merlin Malfoy….oh my gods.” She cried out as his lips wrapped around her clit, and he inserted one long digit inside her soaking wet pussy. He sucked her clit as he pumped the finger in and out of her, then added a second as he hummed. Hermione was writhing and archind her back, crying out, “Gods yes! Oh Gods Malfoy…Oh please….please…”

Draco lifted his head to look at her, but continued to piston his fingers in and out of her cunt. His thumb began to rub slow circles around her clit. Watching her writhing on the bed, moaning, panting, and crying out made him want to cream his pants. He held onto his control and smirked, “Say my name Hermione. I want to hear you cry out my name when you cum. I want to hear it pet….come on say it baby…” His voice had gone gravelly and he practically growled out the command. When he crooked his fingers up and began to stroke the most sensitive spot within her walls Hermione arched off the bed with a scream, “Draco! Yes Draco! Ohhhhhhh! Ahh!”

Hermione’s orgasm ripped through her body, and she swore she saw stars. Her muscles clenched around Draco’s fingers, and she shuddered as she came down. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, “Draco….sweet merlin…” Her eyes opened and she found his silver eyes, and she shivered again at the desire there. His mouth twisted into that sinful smirk and she bit her bottom lip.

He moved back up her body after sliding his fingers out of her. He licked his fingers suggestively and smirked, “Mmm Hermione…you’ve always tasted just like honey.” He dipped his head down and kissed her again, their mouths warring again as the intensity of the kiss increased. She began to writhe beneath him again, and he groaned, “I need you Hermione…” he pushed his sleep pants off, and his cock sprang free. The tip leaked pre-cum and he looked down at her. Her eyes ventured down his chest and then to the large member pointing at her. She looked up at him as her hand reached down and grasped him. Draco closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to her’s, “Please love…” He felt the movement as she nodded and he reached down and guided his throbbing cock to her pussy.

As he slid into her hot waiting slit, Draco felt like he was coming home. He inched his way in slowly until he was finally buried to the hilt. He took a deep breath and looked down at Hermione, who’s amber eyes met his. As he pulled out and rolled his hips to slide in again she gasped, but her eyes never left his. Soon he was sliding in and out of her faster, her fingers gripped his back, and she rolled her hips with his, meeting his every thrust.

“Merlin Hermione….you’re so tight. Mmm it’s like you were made just for me,” he groaned and hooked his arm behind one knee. Hermione arched her back as his angle changed and she dug her nails into his back, “Draco…gods Draco don’t stop….please…”

“As you wish my love,” he ground out and hooked his arm underneath her other knee. He began to pound into her faster and faster. With every thrust into her he reveled in the moans and gasps she made. “Come undone for me baby….i want you to cum while I fuck you.” He leaned over her so that her knees were by her shoulders. Hermione’s eyes widened and she arched into him at the new angle, and a strangled cry erupted from her throat as she came undone, “Yes Draco! Fuck yes yes yes!” She screamed and felt her walls collapse around his cock.

Draco felt her cuming, and as soon as he walls clenched around his cock he grunted and pressed his forehead against her’s, “Yes Hermione….gods yes…I love you….fuck you’re tight…ahhhhhh” He came in great spurts and pistoned into her a few times before stilling. He let her legs down from his arms gently and then rolled to the side panting. When his heart stopped thundering he turned on his side with one hand propped up under his head and watched her. Her eyes were closed and she looked as if she was sleeping, but the movements of her eyes under lids let him know she was thinking.

Hermione regained her breath but her heart still pounded in her chest, and she felt a bit sore between her thighs. She could feel his eyes on her but did not open her eyes to look at him. She was trying to process what had just happened, and what he had told her. She and Draco Malfoy had been in love...were in love…it explained her reactions to him just being near her, and why she had felt so comfortable in the circle of his embrace. What he hadn’t explained was what she was doing here and whether she was alive or dead.

When she finally opened her eyes she turned to look at him and met his cool grey gaze with her own.

“Draco…you still haven’t explained to me whether or not I’m alive or dead. I have no idea why I’m here or what I’m supposed to be doing. I feel...better now…after that.” She blushed prettily and looked down for a few seconds before looking back up at him, tears bringing in her eyes, “Please Draco…I need to know…”

Sighing softly Draco reached over to caress her cheek. He had hoped that bringing her to the emotional height required for orgasm would bring her out of this. That it break down the barriers, but it hadn’t. He felt it only fair that he divulge just exactly where she was, and what condition she was in.

“Hermione my love, you have nothing to fear. You are very very much alive. I’ve spent a great deal making sure that you have remained that way. At this moment you lie in St. Mungo’s in a coma.”

Hermione stared at him and blinked, “I don’t understand Draco. What do you mean that I’m in a coma? How can I be in a coma if I’m sitting here talking to you? After…after what we just did?”

Draco took a deep breath and got up and crossed the room speaking, “Hermione during the final battle my father hit you with a curse that, to this day, we have no identification for. There’s a much longer explanation for this, but basically your magic warded your mind so tightly that you have been trapped there for 5 years.’

Hermione shook her head and looked down at the sheet, “I’d read a few of the rare studies on the effects of magic on the brain, but shouldn’t my magic have realigned itself once the curse passed from my system?”

Draco nodded and reached into the box he had earlier and took out a photo, “Yes it should have, but you see your magic had to divide itself in order to maintain a protection spell that was placed over another part of your body. A spell meant to withstand everything except the Avada Kedavra. Hermione, my love, you were 2 months pregnant when we went to battle.” He reached the bed and handed her the picture. “That is our son Hermione. He was born 7 months after the war. His name is Orion Draconius Granger Malfoy.” In the picture was a smiling Draco holding a three year old giggling Orion who waved up at her.

Hermione gasped and covered her mouth, “Oh Merlin…”

There was suddenly an unholy amount of noise. The crack was like that of apparition only millions of decibels louder. The walls cracked and then everything exploded in blinding white light.

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Room 409 in the Long Term Care Ward at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was always a quiet room; it housed a patient in an indefinite coma who was never expected to wake. The medi-witches at the nurse’s station hardly paid it any mind, only going in to double check on the patient. Today, however, every medi-witch, healer, and patient turned towards the room when a hoarse scream erupted from the room, the alarms for a stopped heart, as well as changes in condition wailed out loud enough to wake the dead, and Hermione Jean Granger stumbled to the doorway. Her hands gripped the edges of the doorway and her legs barely supported her trembling form. Her hair hung around her face, and she panted as she looked about wildly.

“Bring. Me. My. Son. Now!.”
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