Desperately Yours
Chapter 1
Burning Up the Black Space
"Let's get drunk,
You can drive us to the harbor
Wish upon a star but
Do you know what stars are?
Balls of fire,
Burning up the black space,
Falling from the the landscape,
Exploding in the face of
God"
- Down: Something Corporate
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Music drifted from the stereo as the frenzied couple tried to make their way to the bed without separating from their heated embrace. Two discarded, empty wine glasses lay beside the stereo on the nightstand table, and a moment later Hermione's shirt landed right next to them. She moaned softly as Harry's hands glided over her now bare stomach. His lips drifted from her mouth down to her neck, sucking lightly on her skin. His mouth remained there for a moment before he pulled his head away to pull off his shirt. She ran her hands across his chest as he nibbled gently on the top of her ear, eliciting a short giggle from her. He smiled to himself and began kissing his way to her lips, then down to her neck, each kiss dangerously lower until he was bordering the edge of her bra. His hands snaked around her back to fiddle with the clasp, but in his drunken stupor, he was unable to undo it. She giggled again, this time at his incapacity, and reached back and undid it herself. She slid it off, and it was discarded on the floor.
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Hermione took advantage of their moment of separation to lie down on the bed, and Harry drank in the picture of her half-naked body for a moment before lying on top of her and returning to his ravishing. His lips immediately went to her chest, and he began to lick gently around the nipple of her right breast while gently massaging the other with his hand.
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"Mmmmm........" she moaned in delight. "Oh Draco" Harry immediately stopped, but only for about half a second. As soon as his brain had processed what he'd heard, he told himself he must've imagined it. There was no way he'd just heard that, it was impossible. He began lightly sucking on her breast as his hands slid down to rub against her legs. Slowly he slid his hands up from just above her knee, under her skirt and to her inner thigh, until his fingers grazed against the edge of her panties. He pulled his hands out of her skirt and reached around to undo the zipper in the back. Meanwhile, his mouth moved back to hers, as she gently massaged his tongue with her own. She pulled away for a moment to whisper in his ear. "I told you I'd wait for you" she giggled, but her giggles quickly subsided, as she whispered "It's only you, always. Oh Draco, I love you so much." It was at that moment that all the wine went to her head, and she passed out. Harry however, could not deny her words this time, and was immediately jerked wide awake. He stood up off the bed, suddenly realizing what he was doing and who he was doing it with. Blushing profusely, he grabbed the nearest blanket and threw it over Hermione. He walked out of the room and grabbed his wand from the kitchen. He needed to be able to process what had just happened, and what he had just heard, and he knew he would never be able to do that if his brain was addled by alcohol. With a few words, he performed a Sobering Charm, and immediately wanted to scream in disgust.
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'Draco?! First of all, when did she start calling him by his first name?' he thought to himself. 'When did she become friendly enough with him that she would have things to say to him? Why was she thinking of him when she was....well...being intimate? Wait, and why was she saying that she loved him?' He walked back into the bedroom, and watched as her chest slowly rose and fell as she slept, knowing sleep was a long way off for him.