A/N: A first time with a NC-17 rated fic. Draco's thoughts. *Note* I'm not
entirely sure if its accurate about Gretna Green.
Title: A Moment in Time
Chapter One: Draco
His lips scraped along the line of her slender throat, tasting the porcelain flesh. Hands caressed her thighs, feeling the silky texture. Her breathe exploded in gasps, a cry of pleasure caught in her throat.
Its been like this for a year now. A year? Has it been so long? Yes. It has. Has these.feelings clouded my senses, as they do when I'm with her like this?
She wrapped her arms around him bringing him closer to her. They both wanted to feel each other, in that moment of dark wishes and desires to be fulfilled. His breath whispered over her lips now, his silver eyes staring into her own amber. And he plundered her, tasting and savoring. He felt her unique flavor upon his tongue and lips, and he felt his heart stumble.
I want to remember this. This night, this hour, this minute, this very moment. I want to remember it all, brand it upon my memory to be brought forth in clear succession when I feel the coldness seep in.
She writhed beneath him, her soft and slender form wanting. Begging. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair, his chest moved as he breathed. Leaving her mouth to trail soft kisses on her neck to toward her torso, he pulled away. Her lashes fluttered, opened, the amber smokey. And he felt more than the lust and desire, more than the need to mate as he looked at her in that suspended moment where everything he'd ever wanted was in his arms.
Time seems to stop when I'm with her. If only it could. I'd spend an eternity with her. Just like this. When did I start to need her like this? I don't know. I wonder if it had started when I first saw her, those long years before when pride had been everything.
He touched a finger to her shoulder and slid it lightly down to trace her breast, his movements graceful and tender. His eyes were hooded now, and the silver darkened when she squirmed against his touch. And he lowered his head to blow a warm breath on the peak, watched her go limp and grip the bed covers convulsively.
I can see the pulse pounding in her throat. I know that I can't keep doing this. I can't. But I have and now. I can't stop. I knew that if I kept going on with this deception of hate on the outside, where everybody will see, I won't be able to stand it much longer. I'll start craving her. Forever wanting her, that one time wouldn't be enough. I want more than this. Much more. I've already begun. I'm too far gone now to go back.
And he took her into his mouth, felt her arch her back and quietly groan out his name. His hands meld themselves against her sides and hips, pressing her against him hopelessly.
"Hermione."
I used to hope. Once. But hope is only something like a pretense. A shield to protect you from the truth. I feel no more of that useless emotion. All I have is coldness and dread of what may be. What already is.
She touched his face, feeling the hollows in the cheek and the bags under the eyes. Looked at the paleness of his face that was no longer natural.
I'm such a fool. Ignorance really is bliss.
He wrapped his larger hand against her smaller one, pressing a kiss to her palm. His thumb gently caressed her wrist, feeling the delicate bones.
You could break me in to a million pieces with but a single word. But I wonder. is this the same with you? Do you feel the same spurt of warmth through your body when you see me? Or is it with someone else?
He entwined his fingers with hers and placed both above her head, doing the same with the other hand.
Is it the same with him? You want him, yet you come to me when he hurts you. I could kill him if he hurt you. But you stop me before I can rip him apart with my bare hands. Stop me because you don't want me to see the truth. Or the lies. Lies to me and lies to yourself. I hate it.
He slipped inside her, his eyes closing at the feeling of being one with her. He was a part of her. And she him.
But I could never hate you. It would be so much easier if I could.
And he watched her slowly approach her release as he moved, rocking his pelvis. It was like a dream. Everything slow and peaceful. He watched her climax, experiencing the incredible sensations racing through both of them. And followed her, plunging over.
In the beginning, when we had both been innocents, untouched, everything had seemed so.perfect. So right. Like it had been meant to be. But tonight, you said, would be the last. Even if it may be, I want to make it last. Make it linger in both our hearts and memories. But would you want that?
"Say my name, Hermione. Say it. Please." She stared at him, her features soft. And murmured the word.
"Draco."
They collapsed to the bed, both spent and exhausted. Even as sleep tugged at him, he stayed awake, watching her. Waiting for her to go under first. As he had always done. As she slept, he didn't. He watched her throughout the night, the moonlight playing on her face, heightening her beauty. Played with her long hair. And even when he vowed never to feel hope, he felt his heart betray him.
I'm waiting. Always.
She awoke just as the slivers of dawn slipped through the window. And saw him, sitting up beside her and holding her hand and playing with the long fingers.
"Draco." He looked back to her face and tried to smile. "Morning." She continued to look at him, her expression serious and saddened.
"You know I can't stay here." His expression fell and he looked away. She pulled away and got out of the bed. Started to dress. Her hand was on the door when she heard his voice.
"Wait." He ran to her, his expression now desperate. "Wait. Don't go." He seized her in a crushing embrace, his lips pressed to her forehead. She tucked her head under his chin, a gesture that was familiar to both of them. "Hermione. Please. Don't go. Just don't go. Don't leave me. I don't care if you hate me or never want to speak to me, but," He turned her face to his. "Don't leave me alone again."
"Draco, we can't-"
"We could run away. Far away. It doesn't matter where, you can pick. The money in my Gringotts' account can pay for everything, I have more than enough."
"Please, Draco-"
"Or we could get eloped. Gretna Green, I can get papers-"
"Draco." He stopped, his eyes holding so much pain, she felt her heart clench and the pang of guilt.
"We can't keep doing this. I'm already engaged." He stared at her, his hands gripping her arms tightly, bruising. She saw the shock pass over his face and then the hurt before he concealed it. Then she saw him struggle to say the words.
"I love you."
"No, don't-"
"I love you, Hermione. Isn't it enough? Has he said those words and meant it? No more lies. No more. I love you, more than anything, and that's the truth. It took me more than enough time to find the courage to the words but-"
"Its too late."
"What?"
"Its too late for that, Draco." She saw confusion in his silver eyes, the questions.
"Wh-Why? How? How is it too late?"
"It just is. I have to go." He watched her open the door and run away, her robes flying behind her.
She never did tell me why.
Title: A Moment in Time
Chapter One: Draco
His lips scraped along the line of her slender throat, tasting the porcelain flesh. Hands caressed her thighs, feeling the silky texture. Her breathe exploded in gasps, a cry of pleasure caught in her throat.
Its been like this for a year now. A year? Has it been so long? Yes. It has. Has these.feelings clouded my senses, as they do when I'm with her like this?
She wrapped her arms around him bringing him closer to her. They both wanted to feel each other, in that moment of dark wishes and desires to be fulfilled. His breath whispered over her lips now, his silver eyes staring into her own amber. And he plundered her, tasting and savoring. He felt her unique flavor upon his tongue and lips, and he felt his heart stumble.
I want to remember this. This night, this hour, this minute, this very moment. I want to remember it all, brand it upon my memory to be brought forth in clear succession when I feel the coldness seep in.
She writhed beneath him, her soft and slender form wanting. Begging. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair, his chest moved as he breathed. Leaving her mouth to trail soft kisses on her neck to toward her torso, he pulled away. Her lashes fluttered, opened, the amber smokey. And he felt more than the lust and desire, more than the need to mate as he looked at her in that suspended moment where everything he'd ever wanted was in his arms.
Time seems to stop when I'm with her. If only it could. I'd spend an eternity with her. Just like this. When did I start to need her like this? I don't know. I wonder if it had started when I first saw her, those long years before when pride had been everything.
He touched a finger to her shoulder and slid it lightly down to trace her breast, his movements graceful and tender. His eyes were hooded now, and the silver darkened when she squirmed against his touch. And he lowered his head to blow a warm breath on the peak, watched her go limp and grip the bed covers convulsively.
I can see the pulse pounding in her throat. I know that I can't keep doing this. I can't. But I have and now. I can't stop. I knew that if I kept going on with this deception of hate on the outside, where everybody will see, I won't be able to stand it much longer. I'll start craving her. Forever wanting her, that one time wouldn't be enough. I want more than this. Much more. I've already begun. I'm too far gone now to go back.
And he took her into his mouth, felt her arch her back and quietly groan out his name. His hands meld themselves against her sides and hips, pressing her against him hopelessly.
"Hermione."
I used to hope. Once. But hope is only something like a pretense. A shield to protect you from the truth. I feel no more of that useless emotion. All I have is coldness and dread of what may be. What already is.
She touched his face, feeling the hollows in the cheek and the bags under the eyes. Looked at the paleness of his face that was no longer natural.
I'm such a fool. Ignorance really is bliss.
He wrapped his larger hand against her smaller one, pressing a kiss to her palm. His thumb gently caressed her wrist, feeling the delicate bones.
You could break me in to a million pieces with but a single word. But I wonder. is this the same with you? Do you feel the same spurt of warmth through your body when you see me? Or is it with someone else?
He entwined his fingers with hers and placed both above her head, doing the same with the other hand.
Is it the same with him? You want him, yet you come to me when he hurts you. I could kill him if he hurt you. But you stop me before I can rip him apart with my bare hands. Stop me because you don't want me to see the truth. Or the lies. Lies to me and lies to yourself. I hate it.
He slipped inside her, his eyes closing at the feeling of being one with her. He was a part of her. And she him.
But I could never hate you. It would be so much easier if I could.
And he watched her slowly approach her release as he moved, rocking his pelvis. It was like a dream. Everything slow and peaceful. He watched her climax, experiencing the incredible sensations racing through both of them. And followed her, plunging over.
In the beginning, when we had both been innocents, untouched, everything had seemed so.perfect. So right. Like it had been meant to be. But tonight, you said, would be the last. Even if it may be, I want to make it last. Make it linger in both our hearts and memories. But would you want that?
"Say my name, Hermione. Say it. Please." She stared at him, her features soft. And murmured the word.
"Draco."
They collapsed to the bed, both spent and exhausted. Even as sleep tugged at him, he stayed awake, watching her. Waiting for her to go under first. As he had always done. As she slept, he didn't. He watched her throughout the night, the moonlight playing on her face, heightening her beauty. Played with her long hair. And even when he vowed never to feel hope, he felt his heart betray him.
I'm waiting. Always.
She awoke just as the slivers of dawn slipped through the window. And saw him, sitting up beside her and holding her hand and playing with the long fingers.
"Draco." He looked back to her face and tried to smile. "Morning." She continued to look at him, her expression serious and saddened.
"You know I can't stay here." His expression fell and he looked away. She pulled away and got out of the bed. Started to dress. Her hand was on the door when she heard his voice.
"Wait." He ran to her, his expression now desperate. "Wait. Don't go." He seized her in a crushing embrace, his lips pressed to her forehead. She tucked her head under his chin, a gesture that was familiar to both of them. "Hermione. Please. Don't go. Just don't go. Don't leave me. I don't care if you hate me or never want to speak to me, but," He turned her face to his. "Don't leave me alone again."
"Draco, we can't-"
"We could run away. Far away. It doesn't matter where, you can pick. The money in my Gringotts' account can pay for everything, I have more than enough."
"Please, Draco-"
"Or we could get eloped. Gretna Green, I can get papers-"
"Draco." He stopped, his eyes holding so much pain, she felt her heart clench and the pang of guilt.
"We can't keep doing this. I'm already engaged." He stared at her, his hands gripping her arms tightly, bruising. She saw the shock pass over his face and then the hurt before he concealed it. Then she saw him struggle to say the words.
"I love you."
"No, don't-"
"I love you, Hermione. Isn't it enough? Has he said those words and meant it? No more lies. No more. I love you, more than anything, and that's the truth. It took me more than enough time to find the courage to the words but-"
"Its too late."
"What?"
"Its too late for that, Draco." She saw confusion in his silver eyes, the questions.
"Wh-Why? How? How is it too late?"
"It just is. I have to go." He watched her open the door and run away, her robes flying behind her.
She never did tell me why.