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A/N: So, two in one day! Never thought I would write a Hermione/Draco fic, but, this isn't exactly a pairing, so...


Hermione's Special Place


Hermione sighed happily and lifted her face to the warmth of the late October sun. It was Saturday and as had become her habit, she was taking her late morning walk to her special place. She wasn't sure why this place had become so important to her, only that it had. She found that she felt a great amount of peace here, and when she fell asleep -which was often- she had such lovely dreams. Even thought it was filled with a great array of wild creatures; they never bothered her and left her to herself. Now, in the first year after the fall of Voldemort, after all the turmoil over the past few years, she would take all the peace that she could get

It seemed strange to her though that she chose to walk in the forest alone. Usually she went no where without Ron and Harry, and it struck her as particularly strange that she would come into the forest without them. Her history in the forest wasn't good to say the least. Centaurs, giants, werewolves…none of these things lead one to peaceful feelings about the surroundings to which they had occurred. Yet the forest, for some reason, had become her favorite place.

She sat down on a rock and pulled out a book. Another part of the habit, sitting down to read.

"Well, look who it is." Came a voice from behind her.

Hermione jumped up, dropping her book as she did so. She spun around to see Draco Malfoy just stepping out of the trees.

"Go away Malfoy."

"No," He leaned up against a tree, his face cold and mocking. "I don't think I will."

"Fine, then I will." Hermione bent down for her book and shoved it back into her bag, when she straightened she found that Draco had moved from the tree and now stood behind her.

"What's your hurry Granger?"

Hermione looked up into the icy blue eyes. He was mocking her as usual, but there was something else there, something she vaguely remembered seeing before. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She tried to move away from him and he stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

"Let me pass."

"And if I don't?" Malfoy grinned, a grin that for some reason, didn't make her angry.

"I'll jinx you, you know I will."

"No you won't." Draco moved closer "We both know you won't."

For some reason Hermione knew he was right. She tried again to step past him and he stopped her with a hand on her elbow. She jerked away, pulling her arm free.

"Don't touch me!" She said indignantly.

"Why not?" He grinned the same grin, the grin that for some reason, Hermione liked. He moved closer, so close that their bodies were nearly touching. "You want me to touch you, you know you do."

And she did. For some reason, Hermione's knees had grown weak. Her mind was flooded with strange images of his hands moving over her body, her naked body. She shook to clear her mind, sick and disgusted with herself.

"Leave me alone Malfoy!" She tried to shove past him again but he stopped her and pulled her into his arms.

"No."

His lips were on hers, demanding, crushing, pleasing. Hermione's mind screamed at her to go for her wand, to send him flying for daring to touch her in such a way, but her body was screaming for more. His tongue moved between her lips, and for some reason, she didn't stop him. In fact, she found herself encouraging him. Her arms went up around his neck, pulling him closer, crushing her lips closer to his. Her bag fell to the ground, moments before he lowered her to join it.

Draco shifted so she lay over him, easing her sweater over her head. Hermione felt a dull sort of panic, everything in her screamed that this was wrong. This was Draco Malfoy after all! Yet, she couldn't bring herself to resist. Not even when he opened the last button on her shirt, pulled it of off her shoulders, and then unclasped the back of her bra and pulled it away.

He rolled her over onto her back, lifted her skirt out of the way, then pulled off her panties and tossed them over his shoulder. He leaned back for a minute, undoing his belt, his pants, and sliding them off as he lay back over her.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione gasped as he looked into her eyes again, rubbing his cock against her, yet not entering…not just yet.

He pressed his hips into hers; she was hot and wet against him. No matter what she said or how much she protested, she wanted this just as much as he did. "I'd think a brainy type like you would be able to figure that much out for yourself."

He bent his head, capturing a hardened nipple in his mouth. He teased it with his teeth, biting hard enough to make her squirm, but not enough to hurt her. She moaned and wiggled against him, her back arching up, begging him silently to repeat the action. Draco was more than willing to oblige.

"Say it," He breathed against her neck, rubbing over her with gentle, teasing thrusts of his hips. "Say you want me."

"I don't," She protested, even as she met his thrusts with her own. "I don't."

Draco reached between them, finding her hard nub with his fingers. He stroked her roughly, sliding a finger in teasingly, and then out again.

"You don't?" He asked, "Really Granger?"

"I d…"

"Don't lie," he licked her breast again, biting down with his teeth and causing her to moan. "Next time you lie, I'll leave."

For some reason, Hermione suddenly decided if he left, it would be the end of the world.

"I want you." Hermione gasped, hating herself with every word.

"You want me to fuck you?" Draco raised his head and kissed her, his tongue plunging deeply into her mouth.

"I do" she moaned, her body desperately crying out for attention.

"Then say it," Draco commanded, pulling out his fingers and replacing them with his cock. He reached for his wand, giving it a tiny flick next to her hip…sealing a contraceptive charm in place. "Tell me what you want."

Hermione closed her eyes, her back arched up as he moved his lips over her breasts again, first one, and then the other. Her words burst forth as he bit down on a nipple again, this time, rougher than before.

"I want you to fuck me!" She grunted loudly, squeezing her legs together and wrapping them around his back.

Draco shifted slightly, reaching down for his cock. He slid it over her, teasing, and then slid only the head in.

"Say please." It was hard to hold back, he wanted her, wanted her badly. She was so hot, so wet and knew she would be so tight around him that it would drive him mad. But this, the lead up, teasing her was half the fun.

"Please." Hermione whimpered, she had ceased to care about dignity. She knew she would, later. Later she would feel sick and filthy by what she was doing now. But right now, she didn't feel all that fussed by the fact that she was having sex with Draco Malfoy.

"Please what." He pulled out and then pushed in, just a tiny bit further. He wanted her to say the words, wanted to hear the vulgarity from the voice that was always oh-so proper.

"Please!" Hermione didn't hesitate. She couldn't, it had ceased to be within her control. "Please fuck me!"

Draco grinned and slid inside her, lifting up on his hands for better leverage. Hermione moaned loudly, her hips slamming up into his. His eyes rolled back in his head, she was so tight, so deliciously fucking tight…just as he had known she would be. Her back arched up, her breasts bouncing up and down with the force of his thrusts. The sight of them was nearly more than he could stand. He bent his head, taking first one, and then the other in his mouth. He lay flat over her, and then rolled onto his back, pulling her with him.

"Fuck me." He said roughly, his voice hoarse with desire. Hermione looked deep into his eyes again and she realized what it was that she had seen before, heat…the very first stirrings of heat. Heat that now burned out of control. How long, she wondered, how long had he wanted her like this? For that matter, how long had she wanted him like this? It certainly hadn't taken much persuasion from him to get her here. A touch, a caress…a kiss.

She rocked back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper inside of her as she watched the passion on his face. It all seemed so familiar, his hands on her body, his teeth on her breasts…his cock inside of her. For something that was so dreadfully wrong…It felt so amazingly good.

His breath was hard, coming in moaning gasps. She felt her body begin to tighten against him and she increased her speed and the force of her thrusts. Draco arched his hips, slamming up off the ground against her…and again, it was familiar…oh-so achingly familiar.

"Draco!" She fell forward, her hands on his chest as her orgasm took control of her body. Her fingers gripped hard, the nails digging in and leaving deep scratches.

"Hermione!" He panted her name, over and over as he came, his hands on her ass, holding her tight over him so she couldn't move. She fell over him, her cheek resting on his shoulder and he lifted her chin and kissed her, softly, gently… a lover's kiss. Hermione lay still, trying to make sense of it all, staring at his chest. That was when her eyes fell on the scars. The ones that looked exactly like the fresh scratches she had just made.

She pushed up and looked at him, her face shocked and accusing. "We've done this before!"

"Yes," Draco said honestly "Many, many times. Since the first weekend after we returned."

Draco reached into the grass for his wand and pointed it at her, speaking the spell silently.

'Obliviate'

Hermione fell away from him, unconscious on the ground. Draco sat up and looked down at her, his eyes filling as they always did after he had to wipe her memory.

"I'm sorry Hermione, sorry I can't stay away from you, sorry I can't stand to let you remember." He wiped at the tears that threatened. "It's just that... after the first time, you were so upset and you couldn't stop crying. You said they would never understand, and you were right."

He waved his wand over her, doing a 'scourgify' to clean her body inside and out, then he dressed them both. He carried her over to the rock where she always sat to read, and then he pulled her book from her bag, and laid it face down by her hands.

He waved his wand over their special place, removing the spell he had put in place to shield them from others who might stumble into the forest. Into their special place. The special place where they had met the first time, where he had come across her crying and his act of comforting had turned to something more.

Finally, he bent down and kissed her softly, whispering the words he always did just before departing.

"I'm sorry love. I promise, I'll try my best to stay away this time."

He walked away from her, his hands massaging the scratches on his chest lovingly…they were all he could ever have of her. The only part he could keep. Once he was a fair distance away, Draco stepped behind a tree, then gave his wand a final flick, after he was sure she was awake, he walked away. This time, he promised himself, it would be for good.

And once again, he didn't believe it.

Hermione opened her eyes, groggy from her impromptu nap. She never understood why she always fell asleep here, perhaps it was because it was so peaceful, maybe it was the quiet…but she always had such sweet dreams in this place. Dreams where she was in a lovers arms, yet she never saw his face. These dreams were different from any others she had ever had; she always felt such a sense of loss when upon waking…like she had lost something precious. It was silly, she knew, to feel loss from losing a dream. Yet she couldn't help it, it was how she felt and that was the end of it.

With a sigh she put her book in her bag and rose to her feet. She needed to get back to the school, Harry and Ron would be waiting for her…they always worried when she walked here alone. With a sigh she turned away from the small clearing, the feeling of loss coming over her again.

Hermione didn't know what it was, what made this place so special...but she would keep coming back. Every Saturday morning, week after week she would return.

Because this was the place where she had the very best dreams.


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