Everlasting
DragonsSpitfire
Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Harry Potter, only the plot of this fic.
Rated: M
A/N: This story, for those of you who have read my other fics, is pretty much the exact opposite. My other fics build up to a romance, whereas this one starts off with a bang. I am trying many different approaches to my fics, and this is for the reason that everyone has different tastes, and everyone likes different plot types.
I am going to start this one off based on the future of the actual fic, and then I am going to flash back to explain the reasoning behind the first chapter.
Read and Review, and enjoy!
Chapter One
Simple Introduction
Draco moved close to her, his eyes silvery pools of lust and compassion. His warm yet pale hands caressed against the smalls of her back. His golden Slytherin body was pushed against hers, sending violent chills down her spine. How she longed to touch those luscious lips and feel his warm body rested atop of hers, strong arms holding her in an embrace of passion.
A year ago, if you had approached her on the subject of ever coming near Malfoy with less then a 12-foot poll, Hermione Granger would have snorted hysterically. Now, a year after her graduation from Hogwarts, a year filled with turmoil and death, there she was, stroking his elegant blond hair in her fingertips.
The feeling of his hot breath on her neck was almost too much to take, as he pulled her into a tight embrace, as though he would never let her go. She whimpered quietly in his ear, letting her eyes fall closed and taking in the beautiful sent of his chest. His body warmed her and soothed her. Then she felt him breath in against her ear, and his lips parted to say to her in a soft whisper,
"I'm in love with you, Hermione Granger."
She shivered once more, a tingling feeling making its way from her toes and between her legs. She tightened her hold around his broad shoulders, her eyes filling with watery tears. She never wanted to let go.
Nothing could take Draco Malfoy away from her.
During the year before, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had endured war, pain, and death. They had fought on the opposite sides of the same endless battle, and yet somehow, against all the odds, they had ended up in each others arms, begging the other for comfort and forgiveness. Both living lives of never-ending malicious darkness, and both needing another to hold, they found each other.
Hermione took a very deep breath in, opening her eyes and pulling her face back slightly to meet his silver eyes, staring at her, making her insides melt and her heart race. He looked at her without words, and without the single bat of a blond eyelash.
She thought he was the most gorgeous person alive. He had the most perfect, full lips, and the firmest body. He had eyes that could melt through a wall, and the charm of no other. Over the years Hermione had watched the women swoon him, chase him around in hopes of a single solitary moment of attention from the Malfoy. She had always laughed at their feeble efforts, and watched as he turned every one of them down. She would not have guessed that she would be here with him now.
She pressed her lips against his softly, feeling a twinge all over as she did. His hot tongue ran along her bottom lip ever so gently, the sweet taste of him filled her mouth as he slipped it between both lips and played passionately. His grips around her tightened and he pushed his groin against hers softly, fingertips caressing her skin.
He pulled away, placing both of his rough hands on her cheek, smiling at her ever so small, and staring at her like she was the only human being on earth.
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy." She replied, finally coming to her wits and finding the words to say what she was feeling.
His smile broadened at the sound of those words, and he pulled her once more into a kiss. Then once more he pulled away, eyes flickering over her face.
"Merlin Hermione, you make my knees weak." He whispered, his lips just a centimeter from hers as he spoke.
She felt herself blushing and grinning widely, not being able to control herself. She looked down in embarrassment, and to hide it. Draco placed his fingertips on her chin, lifting her face to look back into his eyes.
"I'm only being honest." He muttered, rubbing his nose against hers lovingly before taking her hand and kissing it gracefully. "I once thought I could control the way I feel about you, but I'm overcome with feelings I can't ignore. You are my poison, and my blessing all at the same time."
She let her eyes fall shut once more, as he held her tight.
"I can't believe the way I am behaving." He said to her. "There is a war going on out there, and yet I am in here with you, not able to rip myself from your arms. I just can't bring myself to face the thought of losing you out there."
Hermione felt her eyes burning with tears, as he stroked her face. He made her feel warm and gave her hope. She knew that they must go join their friends. Though they fought on opposite sides, they both had their obligations. While standing there embraced in his arms, she wished that things could have turned out differently. She wished that the world didn't have to be filled with such cruel intentions and plots. The love of her life, sucked into all these cruel intentions, would be lost to her forever in this battle.
If the Dark Lord won, she would lose him to Azkaban or death.
If the Order and Auror's won, she would die, and lose him then as well.
She thought this would be the last time she would ever see him, and his beautiful eyes.
No one knew of their secret relationship, though she wanted to shout it out to the world. She knew her friends would never agree, and that they would never understand her. That day however, would not come anyway, for today was the day that she forever lost the love of her short life, Draco Malfoy.
"You be careful out there." She whispered, a hot tear streaming down her face. She reached up and wiped it away swiftly, hearing Draco sniff in her ear as well. She had never seen him cry, and wondered if he was, his face buried in her shoulder.
"You too Hermione." He replied to her, pulling away and looking her in the face. She saw the water in the bottoms of his own eyes, and knew he was trying to hold back from letting go of a tear.
He forced a smile at her, soothing her instantly, and ran his fingers down her cheek.
"So, see you soon then?" Hermione asked, though the chance of that seemed incredibly distant and unlikely.
He nodded, forcing a smile back, as he leaned forwards and kissed her once more, keeping his eyes open this time, not missing a moment of looking at her beautiful face.
"You can count on it."
A/N: This chapter is very short, because I am just setting the foundation. It is more of an introduction than a chapter. . . but hopefully you enjoyed it all the same! Please let me know if it is worth updating!
