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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione took several deep breaths at the top of the staircase trying to forget how terrified she felt and to remember how amazing the kiss she'd just had was. Maybe Blaise would be kind, he might even be a wonderful, caring lover.
But she doubted it.
Knowing she had stalled long enough, she pushed open the door on a long-held breath.
Blaise was waiting for her at the balustrade and turned when she opened the door, a smile blooming on his face.
"Finally," he declared, stepping forward to kiss her, his lips cold and thin, so unlike Draco's. "I'd begun to think you'd forgotten how to get here."
Hermione tried to give an amused laugh but realized it simply sounded strained.
"Happy engagement, my love," he murmured, kissing her deeper. She tried to remember that he had no recollection of last night, no idea that he'd hurt her. He had no clue who he was kissing. To him, this was a celebration with the girl he (hopefully) truly loved. Despite his brutality last night, the poor boy did seem to be rather enamored with his betrothed. It wasn't his fault that she wasn't who he thought she was.
Wanting to just get it over and done with, she looked over to the pile of blankets in the middle of the tower. Candles whose lights did not flicker in the cold breeze were placed here and there and rose petals dotted the flagstone. Hermione wanted to hurl at the overly quixotic setup but instead smiled up at him.
"It's beautiful," she simpered, trying to sound sincere. Apparently it was good enough because he grinned.
"Just like our first date, remember?" he said, his hands coming to her hips, pulling them flush with his own. He bent down and kissed her again, longer this time, his sickly-sweet breath making her stomach churn. She tried to still her shaking as he pulled her closer, his tongue pushing between her teeth to practically choke her. She tried to retaliate but how could she when he was taking up her entire mouth? She begged herself not to be sick when long fingers dug into her bum, clenching harshly. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to touch him as little as possible without making it obvious she was still shaking like crazy. He seemed to notice as he pulled away and chuckled.
"Apologies, Valouris," he smirked, dragging her to the blankets. "I forgot how sensitive you were to the cold. I put a Warming Charm on the blankets. Why don't you lay down?" He gave her a disgustingly roguish look and she tried to smile saucily back. She stumbled over the edge of the covers in her haste and lay down quickly before she embarrassed herself any further. The warmth settled her infinitesimally and she took a deep breath. Be strong.
He growled as he lowered himself over her and she remembered to open her legs so he could settle between them. She flinched as he kissed her neck, feeling his member pressing against her core. He pulled away, looking at her oddly and she panicked. She knew she must look like a terrified bird cornered by the hungry jungle cat.
"What is up with you tonight?" he asked, seeming put-out.
"I-I, well, I just," Hermione stuttered even as she chastised herself.
"Ahhh," he murmured with a smirk, kissing her jaw, his saliva coating her skin disgustingly. "You want to play it this way, do you? Mmm, you know I'm always up for that little innocent act, you minx."
His lips travelled further south as Hermione thanked her lucky star for Valouris' promiscuity. Apparently, role-play was not foreign to them. Closing her eyes so she didn't have to watch as he neared her cleavage, she focused on her breathing. She realized she was just lying there like a statue as his hands roamed her body but she couldn't get herself to touch him. Just keeping herself from reaching for her wand and blasting him across the balcony was almost more than she could stand.
As his hand reached up to grope her breast she jerked instinctively and he chuckled.
"Not going to fight me?"
Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly. Fight him? Wasn't she supposed to enjoy this kind of thing?
"Come on, love, you know how much that gets me off."
Completely nonplussed, she reached up and shoved his hand off of her and he growled and bit her neck making her jump and jerk away. He grabbed her and pulled her back roughly, sucking where he had just bit her and Hermione could feel his erection growing against her.
This was a game, some kind of sick game they apparently played. But how far did she take it? Would he know if she did something wrong? Taking a chance, she gave into her instincts and shoved him harshly away and he grinned.
"Oh, you think you can push me away, eh? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Terrified she had gone too far, Hermione tried to apologize, but he simply pounced back onto her and took her lips, suffocating her once more with his intrusive tongue, groaning as he groped every piece of her he could while Hermione continued to struggle.
"Mmm, more," he growled huskily. "Fight me you dirty slut, you fucking whore."
Hermione thought she was going to be sick with how tightly her stomach was knotted. She'd heard about this kind of thing but had never imagined she'd be in a situation in which it would happen to her. While he thought this entire thing was a game, a pretend rape for his sick pleasure, to her it was all too real.
She felt the tears welling at the corners of her eyes as his actions became more brutal and demanding, ripping at her clothes as she struggled to keep them on, to cover herself somehow. His long fingers dug into her flesh and she knew it would leave bruises. The more she fought the more turned on he seemed to get and the more violent he became. Before she knew it her robe and sweater were in shreds beside her and he was shoving her bra roughly above her breasts, grabbing at them greedily as he bit at her jaw only to turn his attention to the newly bared flesh and nipped at the small mounds. Crying out in pain as he bit down, she shoved his head away and tried to turn from him but he pulled her back and pinned her wrists above her head.
"You'll pay for that, bitch."
Hermione couldn't stop the horrified sob that burst from her as she turned her eyes to the sky, focusing on the stars to keep her mind from what was happening to her. He didn't seem to notice and only continued his painful exploration of her.
"Turn over," he snapped, releasing her wrists. She started to roll over as commanded but apparently didn't do so fast enough because he pushed her onto her stomach and dragged her to her knees so that her bum was in the air, her skirt falling to her waist, exposing the lacy panties Valouris seemed so fond of. He made a sound of approval and Hermione jumped and gasped when he smacked her soundly on her backside.
"Yeah, you like that don't you, Val? Like it when I spank you. Want me to do it again?" Squeezing her eyes tight Hermione brought Draco's face to the fore of her mind, then Harry and Ron. She had to do this, had to get through this for them. It would be over in no time and she would be back with her friends, safe.
Sucking in a bracing breath, Hermione nodded. He spanked her again, harder this time, and then rubbed the stinging flesh. Hermione swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and tried to recall the twelve uses of dragon blood as Blaise dragged off the panties leaving her completely bared to his vision. Only the knowledge that he was seeing Valouris and not really her kept her on the brink of sanity. He wasn't doing this to her. He couldn't touch her. Only Draco could.
Hermione let out a startled sound when his cold fingers massaged her slit. Draco, Draco, Draco, she chanted, trying to pretend it was him. But it felt nothing like the intimacies they had shared. She remembered the feeling that had stolen over her at his touch, like lava flowing through her veins.
"Getting wet for me, aren't you? You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Hermione nodded instinctively, realizing that only the thought of Draco had made her wet. If she kept her mind on him, maybe she could fool Blaise into thinking it was for him.
But when he shoved several fingers roughly into her she had to bite back a cry of pain and knew it would be harder than she'd planned as he treated her nothing like Draco did.
"I make you scream, don't I? Don't I?"
"Yes," Hermione sobbed. Her face screwed up against the pain of his rough ministrations she turned her attention once again to the image of Draco filling her, holding her tight as he rocked against her, his lips caressing that spot right behind her ear that made her entire body tingle.
"Mmm, I just want to fuck that pussy. Do you want me to fuck your pussy, slut?" Blaise asked, leaning over her to bite her shoulder so hard that she cried out, the sharp sting cutting through her. She wouldn't be surprised if he'd drawn blood.
"I asked you a question!" he yelled and he pulled his fingers from her to give her a resounding slap on her ass only to ram what felt like all four of his fingers back into her so hard she screamed.
"Yes!" she cried. Pleading that he would just do it already, she pulled away from his brutal treatment unconsciously only to have him drag her back and slap her again before continuing to fuck her with his fingers, his other hand coming to pull and knead her breast harshly as she shied away from him. He kissed her shoulder and tugged her upright, his fingers never stopping. Grabbing her hand, he dragged it to his exposed cock which he had obviously freed while she hadn't been paying attention. Remembering what Draco had taught her she stroked it slowly, keeping her face turned away from him to hide her teeth digging into her bottom lip to prevent her from crying out in pain.
"Faster, yeah that's it," he groaned. "You sure know how you work that cock, you little whore. Mmm, just like that, yeah." He brushed her hair away, which she'd been using to help veil her face, and returned to slobbering all over her neck which she cricked in an attempt to turn even further from him. She jerked every time the pain caught her off guard and tried to pay attention to the hand on his cock. Without even looking she could tell he was thinner than Draco and hoped this meant it wouldn't hurt as bad when he finally took her. His hips pressed up against her hand and she noticed whenever she ran it over the tip of his penis he would groan and twitch.
The next time she ran her hand over the tip she thought he was done but was disappointed to realize it was only pre-cum. Using this as lubrication and trying to keep the disgust from her face, she worked him harder as he moaned, his fingers stilling to her utter relief.
"Fuck, just like that," he murmured, starting back up with his fingers. When was he going to take her? she wondered. Wasn't this foreplay a little excessive? How long had they been at this now? Her arm was growing tired and the muscles were starting to cramp but she dared not stop because every now and then his fingers would slow and she would get some relief. "Gods, I want to fuck you so bad!"
"Then do it!" she roared, just wanting the whole charade to be over already.
He groaned, grabbing at her breast, resting his sweaty forehead against her shoulder, his fingers restarting, his hips quickening. "Such a fucking tease. Gods, you're going to fucking kill me, Valouris."
A tease? What the hell was he talking about? She was giving him a bloody hand-job and asking him to fuck her, for Merlin's sake!
He pulled his fingers from her and tugged her around to face him where he kissed her harshly, biting at her lips until she squealed in pain. Then, without warning, he shoved her head down toward his cock and she wanted to cry. She had known that this would happen, that he would want this, but it still appalled her.
Swallowing back the searing bile of disgust, she closed her eyes and put her lips tentatively around the head, trying to do as little as possible. He cursed as the salty tang of pre-cum filled her mouth and she pulled her tongue as far back as it would go, using only her lips as his hands fisted in her hair, pulling at it and using it to push her further onto his cock until it was pressing against the back of her throat and she gagged harshly, whimpering in pain and humiliation. He used her hair to pull her head up and down while he swore and moaned above her and tears and snot poured down her face as she struggled to breathe and not throw up. Hermione dug her nails into the flagstone in an attempt to keep her mind off the discomfort. She knew she was shaking and she begged over and over for it all to just end. She wanted to leave, to get as far away from here as possible, to cleanse his touch from her.
Please be done, please, please, please, she pled over and over as he fucked her mouth for what seemed an eternity, causing her to gag so bad in several circumstances so that she had to pull away as hard as she could just to get some air only for him to shove her roughly back down onto him again while she sobbed as quietly as she could.
"Drop the fucking innocent act, Valouris, and fucking suck me! Fuck, I'm so close, come on, fuck!"
Praying this was the end she pushed aside her disgust and sucked him hard, using her tongue to stimulate him and before she knew it his nails were digging into her scalp and his seed was spurting into her mouth, the taste enough to make her retch, bile crawling up her throat as she swallowed over and over to keep it down before he finally wrenched her away to kiss her roughly.
His kisses slowed until they were almost tender. When he finally pulled away he grinned cockily, wiping at her tear streaked face with the palms of his hand.
"Gods, that was amazing, love. You are such a fucking vixen. Your turn," he smirked. Hermione started.
"What?" They weren't done? No, no, no, please, no more! "No, no, er, I already did! Really, it's not necessary!"
He chuckled. "Oh, really? Since when is once enough for you?"
"Er, since, er, now. I wanted this to, erm, be your – your night, anyway. So, no need to worry about it," she tried to give him a convincing smile. She knew she was messing this up royally but all she could think about was getting back to the dorm and into her own bed and pretending this night had never happened.
"Alright, your loss." He looked her up and down, shaking his head. "I can't wait until this is all over, wife-to-be. This no sex thing is straight up torture. I wish he would reconsider but father said I better stop asking," he chuckled. Hermione tried to join him, running his words around her head, trying to make sense of them. Blaise and Valouris weren't allowed to have sex? But then what about the potion? "Oh well, only a few more weeks I suppose. Then you better believe I'm going to fuck you bowlegged."
"Can't wait," Hermione said, giving him a small smile. He grinned and kissed her again before standing, his waning erection bobbing before her, and started grabbing up his clothes. Taking this queue happily, Hermione retrieved her own and they dressed silently, Hermione having to use her wand to fix her clothes before Scorgifying every inch of herself while his back was turned, including her mouth.
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Blaise pulled out his wand and Vanished the blankets and candles then took her hand and led her back into the blessedly warm school, every step painful for Hermione. At the bottom of the stairs he whipped her around and kissed her deeply, then pressed her gently down the hall.
"Get on to bed, my love, I have some business I need to attend to," he murmured.
"At this hour?" Hermione asked curiously. "What-"
"I don't believe it is any of your concern, Valouris," he snarled, his eyes, a second ago warm and sparkling from their interlude, now cold and dark. "Get to bed. And take your potion."
Would Valouris fight him, or do his bidding? Before she could make up her mind something pulled her, causing her to take a step back and her heart to shoot into her throat. The pressure, she realized, was a hand, Draco's invisible hand, on the back of her robes. Taking his cue, she nodded at Blaise and hurried down the hall, more comforted than she cared to admit to feel the heat of Draco's body next to her. He'd waited for her.
Four floors down he pulled her into an empty classroom that students routinely used as a study room between classes. She waited patiently as he added the protective spells and attempted to still the tremors that wracked through her. But as soon as he materialized before her she dove into his arms, needing his comfort, his familiarity, his warmth in this cruel, confusing, cold world. They said nothing and Hermione allowed herself to be weak for just a moment as she tried to wipe the last hour from her mind.
He finally pulled away, his face wan in the garish light of the moon streaming in through a window. He smoothed down her hair which must surely be a mess from Blaise's fingers. Unexpectedly the image of his erection slamming into her throat repeatedly overcame her and she tore from Draco before falling to her knees where she was sick over and over. Shame coursed through her as she felt Draco's hands gather her thick hair, holding it back from harm as she emptied her meager dinner onto the cold stone.
When her stomach finally settled, she fell back onto her heels with a sob and took the handkerchief Draco offered to wipe the streaming tears from her face and the sick from her mouth. Draco cleaned up the vomit and Conjured a glass, filling it with water and handing it to her. His kindness made her want to cry harder, her emotions in turmoil, but she took the water and used it to work that hot ball of tears back.
Exhausted, she leaned back against a table leg and looked up at Draco whose expression was guarded. Hermione wished she could read him.
"Thank you," she whispered. He only nodded and continued to watch her as if afraid she might shatter at any moment. She couldn't think of anything to say, her mind whirling with everything that was happening. She felt dirty, used, violated. A part of her wanted to be alone, to jump in the shower and wash away any evidence of Blaise's presence. But another part, a much larger part, wanted to bury herself in Draco's arms, to let him take away her pain, to remind herself of the warmth she had found there.
And suddenly that need consumed her.
"Will you do me one last favor?" she asked, setting down the glass. He gave her a curt nod, his face hard. "Will you make love to me?"
Surprise flashed across his face so briefly she almost thought she imagined it, but plowed on before he could say anything. "Because I can't stand the thought of him being the last person to touch me. I need you to take his hands off me, I need you to show me it's not like that, it's not... Please, I can't stand it, I can't get it out of my head and I need you to replace it with something better – I just need you, please, I just need-"
He cut her off with a searing kiss, warm, consuming, captivating. This was a kiss; this was what she would spend her nights longing for. He dragged her against him, wrapping her in his warm embrace, pulling them to their knees so they could be closer, so he could touch more of her. He enveloped her, holding her comfortingly as his lips moved slowly, almost cautiously against hers. The tremors lessened until they were washed away on a wave of need as her body simply melted against his lips which were not cold and harsh and demanding, but warm and generous and intoxicating. And when his tongue stroked hers she felt not revulsion, but a burning desire to be closer, to have him inside her, filling her, erasing everything from her but him.
Hermione shoved his robes off his shoulders, needing to get to his skin, to have that contact. He helped her with the buttons on his shirt then pulled that off as well so that she could place her cold hands on his strong chest. He didn't flinch at the icy contact but pulled her back up to his mouth for more drugging kisses until she was caught up in a whirlwind of need, letting it drag her up, up, away from the earth, from reality and pain.
She could feel the gentleness in his touch, more so than ever before, as he eased her robe off her. Contrary to the rush in which they'd just removed his clothing, he took his time with hers, waiting for her to acclimate to each removal before moving on to the next. She knew why he was doing this and her heart swelled at his gentle consideration.
When he pulled off her sweater his expression darkened and she wondered why until he ran his fingers over her shoulder and she felt a sharp sting and remembered Blaise sinking his teeth in there. Hermione slammed her eyes closed as if to block out the image and Draco cupped her face swiftly, his lips massaging her own so sweetly she melted again. She knew he was trying to make her forget just as she'd asked and it only made her fall all the more.
He dragged the kiss on and on and she barely registered her bra skimming off her arms, so enraptured in him was she. One warm hand cupped her gently but his rough palm rubbed against her sore nipple and she gasped before she could stop herself. He pulled back and looked down at her in concern and she was thankful they were out of the line of the moon as she was sure there would be bruises from Blaise's ruthless treatment. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind as a torch blazed to life behind him and she was thrown into its pool of light, the blossoming black and blue marks gruesomely evident.
Hermione turned away, not wanting to see them or Draco's pitying gaze. She jumped when his fingertips glided over her shoulder, pushing her hair off it, only to trail them down her arm making her shiver, a thrum racing from his touch through her body. His warm breath, minty and familiar, grazed her neck, his lips barely brushing the skin, the simple contact like fire, driving all thought of Blaise from her mind as he kissed away the pain of the bite on her shoulder, the marks on her jaw, and down further to her abused breasts. He hooked an arm around her back, drawing her up to his mouth and she let her head fall back in pleasure as he suckled softly, his other hand exploring her smooth stomach, rubbing up her sternum to brush lightly over her other breast and up to cup her neck, to pull her up to his lips where he made her dizzy with need by that simple act.
She strained up toward his touch, pressing their naked torsos together, craving the heat that flared between them. He eased her back onto her robes, lying next to her, one leg hooked between hers. Hermione turned to him, needing to feel him against her, needing that friction, his touch, all of him. He pressed her back gently and lay half on top of her, his kisses growing more ardent, escalating that need. One hand floated slowly down her body giving her ample time to protest but she didn't, couldn't. She needed him, needed what only he could give her.
"Please," she whispered as he hesitated at the waistband of her skirt. He sat up and slowly, so slowly, keeping his eyes on hers, pulled down her skirt and panties in one, easing them down her legs and off, then slid off each shoe and sock lovingly, placing them next to the skirt. He finally let his gaze leave her face and took her in, his lips parting slightly. His grey eyes blazed and she sat up to touch his chest, felt his heart hammering beneath her palm. She realized he must have seen damage from Blaise's rough treatment and needed him to know that it didn't matter, all that mattered was his touch.
She wanted so much to move her hands just inches lower, to tug off his belt, lower his pants, have him naked as she, but they trembled at the thought, the memory of this position so fresh. She could still feel the soreness of her abuse throat, her tender scalp…
She jerked her hands away, her body suddenly turning to ice, the urge to run almost swallowing her. She started to move back but he took one hand, then the other, and placed them both over his heart. He held them there, his skin so warm, so comforting to her frozen body, as one arm slipped around her shoulders, pressing her tightly against him, his cheek resting atop her head. She tried to push the nightmare away, squeezing her eyes against it, as she focused on the slowing beat of his heart beneath her. Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub... So steady, so strong. She felt herself swaying ever so slightly to the beat and when he kissed her she dove into him, taking what he offered.
He laid her back down with aching gentleness and he settled tenderly between her legs. As his body pressed against hers she realized he was naked, having removed his pants without her notice. He seemed to understand her every need and she kissed him harder with appreciation so intense she was floored. But all thoughts narrowed to want as his lips left hers to travel down her body and she felt herself growing instantly wet at the thought of what he was about to do. She had never thought about that particular act before but it felt so amazing it overrode her prude sensibilities.
At the first touch of his lips against her nub she groaned. Her legs fell open wider to allow him further access, her hips rising to meet his masterful mouth. Her eyes closed on a sigh as his tongue began to work its magic, skimming over her sensitive hood, sending waves of heat washing over her until she was keening. His tongue moved lower down her slit, spreading her lips open. When he reached her opening, she hissed in pain as his ministrations stung her battered core. She watched in mortification as he pulled away to look down at her and his jaw clenched, his cheeks growing red in anger. As he began to pull back she sat up and took his hand.
"No, please," she said hurriedly, knowing he was about to stop. And she couldn't, not yet. She needed his warmth, his strength a little longer, she needed to feel him inside her and know that he was the only one who could make her feel this way, that this was how it should be.
"It's not as bad as it looks," she lied and she knew he knew when his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Please. Don't stop. I need you, Draco." His hardened expression fell and she could see the debate raging inside him. She knew he didn't want to hurt her any more than she already had been and that thought warmed her and steeled her resolve. "It's alright. Please, Draco."
She pulled him back down and he kissed her harder this time, deeper, an emotion she couldn't place searing through the contact. She felt so close to him right at that moment, as if every part of them was melding, linking them on a level beyond anything they'd ever known.
He never stopped kissing her as he reached down with one hand to work her hood again. Hermione whimpered into Draco's mouth and he dragged her up as she jerked up towards him, using her body to beg him to take her, to ease that ache, but continued to work her harder until her head whipped back and she cried out as her world broke into a thousand pieces.
He entered her then, while she rode the tide of ecstasy, the sharp sting of every cut being ripped open dulled by the pleasure thrumming through her. He never let her fall back down but rode her deeply, taking her expertly, each stroke dragging her higher and higher while his thumb continued to work her nub. He kept her angled just so, hitting that sweet spot with each slow thrust until she was keening, clawing at him desperately. Her second orgasm crashed through her on the heels on the first, the pressure of him filling her unbelievable.
But he didn't stop. He moved languidly inside her, wrapping her in his arms, enveloping her in all that was him, taking her over, taking her under. He kept his cheek against hers, their hot breaths mingling as they clung to each other, pulling each other further into the depths. When she felt him holding back, she urged him on, wanting everything he had to give.
She could feel herself nearing the edge once more as his thrusts grew more urgent, his need fueling hers until she was crying out his name, her nails digging into him, begging him for more, always more. He gave it selflessly, gave all of himself to her, fulfilling her every need. He held her tighter as he whipped against her, angling her just so, working her until her voice was hoarse, until she thought she couldn't take it anymore.
And then they broke through, a ragged groan falling from his lips as he jerked against her, his name wrenched from her throat as she spasmed below him. Her world went black for a moment, a buzzing filling her ears and travelling through her body until she collapsed, spent, on the hard ground, Draco sprawled above her. Her hands fell lifelessly to her side and she marveled in the rapture of what she'd just experienced.
Draco moved first, his lips wandering over her neck, his hand brushing her hair back softly. Then he skimmed his fingers down to hers and entwined them, dragged her hand to his mouth where his lips kissed each knuckle. Her heart stuttered in her chest at this intimate gesture and she raised her other hand up his sweaty back to his hair, playing with it lazily as he pressed the back of her hand to his lips and kept it there, the heat of his breath playing over her fingers.
They stayed like that for what seemed an eternity doing nothing more than breathing together. She had never loved anyone more than she loved him at this very moment and she had never been so thankful for anything in her life as she was that he had come into it.
He looked up at her then as if he could hear her thoughts. She realized he hadn't said a word to her since their encounter this morning. She didn't know what to say to him, didn't know how to express everything she was feeling right at that moment. He seemed to understand and leaned forward to lay the sweetest kiss upon her lips. Then he slowly, gently, eased out of her. Hermione forced herself not to make a sound even though it stung, but she knew he knew. He knew everything about her, it seemed.
He stood and pulled her to her feet. For a moment, he just looked down at her, running his hand over her hair. But then he reached down and handed her her bra and moved on to find his own clothing. They dressed slowly, dragging on each moment knowing they must part soon.
When they finished he wrapped the Cloak around them and took her hand. He walked her to the dungeons where she whispered the password to the common room and expected him to leave her there, but he led her straight through the deserted room to the stairs where she stalled until he pressed her forward. Wouldn't the alarm go off if he stepped on them? But he followed her all the way to her bedside without incident and she didn't question, not wanting to pierce to sanctity of the night. They glanced around at the curtain drawn beds, the soft sounds of sleep assuring they went unnoticed.
Hermione turned to him under the Cloak and rose up for a goodnight kiss. Their lips lingered as long as they dared but he finally pulled away. With one last kiss to her knuckles he slid the Cloak off her and she watched the dormitory door open and close silently.
When she finally lay in bed, the blankets pulled up to her chin, her only thoughts were of Draco's arms around her.
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