I don't own Harry Potter, someone name JK Rowling does


I think this is probably the end...not sure where I could do with this without getting too into drama, which I really don't want to get into. Not sure, we'll see if I can shake this out of my head or not. For now, I'm leaving it as in-progress. : )


Hermione's Special Place

At The End


Hermione's body moved over his, deeper, faster…harder. All the while, even while his body writhed in pleasure, Draco tried to force the thoughts out of his mind. Bad thoughts, unhappy thoughts. They were so close, moments away from the horrible moment when he would reach for his wand and she would forget again. Worse than that was the realization that soon this would have to end, and now there was no way of getting around it. The air was growing much colder, any day now the snow would come. In fact, it was a miracle that it hadn't come already.

It was late November, and if not for the fact that she had started building a fire, what they were doing now would be impossible. Once the snow came, Hermione would stop coming. There was no way they could be together in the castle, it would be too risky, too much chance that they'd be caught.

This…whatever it was, would be over very soon.

Draco knew it was for the best, knew he should have put a stop to it long ago, before it had even started. He should have been strong that day last September; he should have pulled away when she kissed him, left her sitting there alone. But he hadn't, and now he was faced with this. This loving someone who could never love him in return, and even if she could, those closest to her…to both of them…would never understand. They were from different worlds, Muggleborn and pureblood, Pure and tainted, hero and villain. She deserved better, much, much better than him.

Her fingernails dug deeply into his chest and he thrust his hips up into her. His mind screamed…

'So right…so right!'

"Draco!" Her body tensed and she began to shudder, she tightened around him and his own body released, shooting hot and deep inside of her. He called out her name…

"Hermione!" The struggle was too much; he'd been forcing it back for too long now, he couldn't stop it any longer.

"I love you!" He said the words through clenched teeth, as quietly as possible. Hoping, perhaps she was far enough out of it to not comprehend what he had just said. Fortune seemed to be with him. She said nothing as her head fell against his shoulder, her sweet breath warm against his neck.

But she had heard. As she lay against him, her eyes were wide. This didn't make sense, why would Draco Malfoy of all people say he loved her? For that matter, why would he want her in this way, why would she want him? It all felt so familiar, so comfortable, as if she had done it time and time again. She thought about the flashes she had seen while he had kissed her before lowering her to the ground. His hands moving over her naked body. The scent that sometimes lingered on her clothing when she woke from her dreams…the dreams that she had in this place.

This place.

This place was so special to her. So very, very dear. And the dreams, dreams of a lover who made her crazy with desire, who made her feel so loved. She had never once seen his face, not once. Hermione closed her eyes, her mind going back to the most recent dream she could remember. His lips had whispered against her ear that she was beautiful, far too precious to be wasted on the likes of Ron Weasley. When she pulled back from him now, her lover had a face…the face of Draco Malfoy.

She opened her eyes and then moved down his chest, landing on the scratch scars. They hadn't been dreams…they hadn't been dreams at all! She sat up, her eyes wide and accusing.

Draco knew what was coming, even before the words had formed on her lips. He reached across the grass for his wand, knowing with that he would need it soon. He would wipe her memory…and it would be for the last time.

"We've done this before!"

"Yes," He spoke plainly, wand tight in his hand, his heart breaking. "Many, many times, since the first weekend we came back."

He raised the wand to point it at her back, but it met resistance. He looked down; her hand was clenched tightly around it.

"No!" Her bottom lip trembled; her voice shaking. "Not again! Not this time!"

His eyes were huge as she pulled the wand from his grasp and tossed it away. She was angry, yet she didn't move, she made no effort to separate from him, though their bodies were still connected.

"Tell me why you've been wiping my memories!"

Draco had no choice but to tell her the truth. He knew it would hurt her, but he had no other option.

"I followed you. You were upset and crying and one thing just lead to another."

Hermione blinked, memories seeping back in slowly. She slid off him, dressed, and then sat down and pulled her legs up under her chin. Draco sat up; pulling his pants in place and sat next to her. He wanted so badly to take her hand but he was afraid to touch her. It would only make matters worse.

"Ron said he didn't love me." She sniffled, her face unbearably sad. "I remember, Ron and I argued and…I do remember, you came after me."

"You were so upset. You were crying, sobbing really. You were sitting on the rock, rocking back and forth. You said people would never understand, you were right and I knew it."

"So you wiped my memory, to protect yourself."

Draco laughed bitterly. Of course she would think that, he'd given her no reason to ever think well of him. This didn't need to change anything, he needed his wand; all it would take was one last Obliviate. He would erase all of this, he would walk away, leave Hogwarts, and he would never see her again. It was best for both of them, it was best for her.

"You're right," He lied, his voice cold and brutal "I didn't want anyone to know I'd fucked a mudblood. I'm a Death Eater…My father would kill me."

He stood and straightened his pants, then picked his shirt up from the ground and pulled it over his head. When he looked back at her she was crying. He knew it was because of what he'd said, he knew that he had hurt her, but that was his intent. He crossed over to where she had thrown his wand and bent to pick it up, and then he turned back to her. He grinned at her coldly, his face mocking yet his eyes miserable.

"Thanks for the fuck Granger. It wasn't bad, considering what you are."

He began through the trees, out of her sight. Then he doubled back behind her. Tears ran down his face and he turned his head away, then raised his wand to her back for the last time…the very last time.

"Expelliarmus!"

Draco felt his wand fly from his hand and he turned his head to face her. She was on her feet, her wand in her hand staring him down.

"You know, for a death eater, you're a pretty bad liar Draco Malfoy."

"What makes you think I'm lying?"

"My being a mudblood might explain why you'd Obliviate me once, but not why you'd keep coming here week after week to be with me."

Draco shrugged "Like I said, you're a good fuck."

"Then why did you say you loved me?"

His head shot up, he'd thought she hadn't heard. He could deny a lot of things, say that their time together was less than it was, but loving her…he couldn't deny that. He could try, but he knew his face would give him away. Yet that didn't make it right. None of this changed anything, the people around them still wouldn't understand, she was still better off without him.

"I shouldn't have said it." He walked over to his wand and picked it up, stashing it inside his pocket, then moved to stand in front of her.

"Why not?" She looked up at him, her lip shaking again. "Because it isn't true?"

"No," He grinned a little, the grin that she had never been able to dislike. "Because it is true."

"I tried so hard to stay away from you, but I couldn't" He sat down on the rock and she sat on her knees in front of him. "I should have, I meant to. Something about you touched me that first night, I couldn't stay away. Every time I came, it just got worse."

"You weren't protecting yourself," She brushed her fingers over his cheek. "You were protecting me."

He nodded "I'm sorry, I didn't do a very good job. If you'll let me, I can still put things right. I could Obliviate you one last time. This time, I promise I will never come near you again. Even if it means leaving school."

Hermione looked at him. Draco was offering her a way out, a way to forget that all of this had ever happened. But did she want to forget? Forget that he loved her so much that he would give up his own happiness for hers? All these years she had thought so highly of Ron Weasley, and look how he had treated her in the end. Should she really walk away from someone who treated her so much better than he?

On the other hand, Draco was right; Harry and Ron would never understand this in a million years. She wasn't particularly fussed about Ron, in a way, Ron had only himself to blame. But Harry…his opinion did matter. Then again, Harry was alive because of Draco's mother. It was possible his attitude might have changed enough to accept this.

In the end, this was too important, not something that should be decided based on anyone's feelings but her own. Her feelings were telling her that there was nothing wrong with her being with Draco Malfoy. If she could forgive him for the past, if she wanted to be with him, who was anyone else to have a problem with it?

"I don't want to forget," Hermione smiled and rose up onto her knees, and then she took his face in her hands and kissed him. Then, she pulled back and smiled. "I want you to help me remember."

She kissed him again, longer this time. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms tight around her. He knew he should go for his wand, that he should do the right thing, now, while he had the chance. He couldn't…now that she knew everything; he couldn't take her choice away from her. It was time to let her decide.

"Make love to me Draco," She whispered against his lips, her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Please?"

He moved, pushing her gently to the ground. He lay over her, softly stroking her cheek and staring down into her eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes Draco," She giggled a little as she finally tugged his shirt over his head. "I want you to fuck me. Please?"

"Potty mouth." He laughed and made short work of the buttons on her shirt for the second time that day.

"Just getting your requirements out of the way." she sighed deeply as his lips moved down over her neck to her chest. "I seem to remember your always making me say that."

"See, your remembering already." He unclasped her bra and pulled it off, then tossed it over his shoulder. "Well done Granger."

He flicked his tongue out, teasing a nipple and then slid his hand down over her stomach. He pulled her skirt out of the way, then tugged her panties off and tossed them to join her bra. Slowly, he licked down her stomach to her clit, his hands cupping her ass and holding her tighter to his mouth. Her taste was extraordinary, exciting and oh so thoroughly sweet.

She thrust her hips against his tongue and he slid it inside of her, her hands clenched against the ground, destroying handfuls of red and orange leaves.

"Draco…" She panted heavily, "I'm …"

His tongue was coated a rush of sticky wet when she came, he licked her greedily to get every last bit. Then, he sat back and removed his pants before sliding over her again. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, fascinated by the look in his eyes. It was a look of intense heat mixed with adulation and need, a look no one had ever given her, not even when she had been in this situation before. He kissed her, deep, madly satisfying and she wondered, why had she had never felt so satisfied by a kiss before? And then she understood…she had never been kissed by someone who loved her before.

"I want you." She wrapped her legs around him, pushing her hips against him. "Please Draco, I want you so badly."

He reached between them, then slid inside her. She was heaven, being inside her was absolute heaven and he never wanted to be anyplace else again. He moved slowly, savoring every second, every last bit of the sweet, lovely friction their bodies made as he slid in and out of her.

She whispered his name "Draco" Over and over again against his ear, her hands caressing his back, softly, lovingly. She began to feel jealous, jealous that he could remember every single moment of their time together, while she couldn't.

And yet there were flashes. Flashes like a slideshow in her mind. His hands on her breasts, his lips moving over her body, his fingers inside her. The look of pain in his eyes when he told her that they had done this many, many times before, since the beginning of September. Just before she fell away from him, unconscious in the grass. Her dreams, every single one of them, had been reality. Reality that had been so beautiful that her heart couldn't let go of it, even when her mind had been forced to forget.

Draco rolled, in the way she now knew that he always did, shifting so she straddled him. Hermione moved slightly, in the way she knew gave him the most pleasure, the way she knew would drive him mad. His hands rubbed up her legs to cup her ass, guiding her over him as he always did, his eyes fixed on her breasts as they always were.

And she remembered, remembered enough to know that it was always like this. He always looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, that his cock always felt so amazingly good inside her, that his hands always felt so fantastically wonderful on her skin.

It was always like this. Always perfect, always right.

He always made her feel as if she couldn't give a fuck less if others thought it was wrong. She knew it was right, and that was all that mattered.

"Draco…" She quickened her pace, taking him deeper, riding him harder. His hands tightened, and he moaned out her name.

"Hermione!"

Her body tightened as her orgasm came and she fell forward, her hands on his chest, fingernails digging into his skin. That was familiar too. His hips thrust up into hers, his cock unbearably deep inside her, her muscles squeezed tight around him while he came.

They collapsed together, her face pressed tightly against his neck, his arms around her protectively.

Hermione pulled back, her eyes slightly alarmed. "We've been safe haven't we?"

Draco laughed. "You think I would take the time to Obliviate you and not take the time to use a contraceptive charm?"

"Just checking." She giggled a little and snuggled against him again. "Speaking of Obliviate…"

She groped around on the grass until she found his shirt, pulled out his wand and tossed it across the clearing, far out of his reach.

"Don't even think about it."

Draco brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, happy but worried. "Are you sure you want to remember?"

"I'm sure, but…"She thought of something she hadn't before. Her friends would be incredulous, but her family were muggles, they wouldn't know about his past. His friends could possibly be dangerous, not to mention his parents. "Are you sure you want me to remember?"

"I don't want you to be hurt, this is sure to have repercussions for both of us." He kissed her forehead "But if you're asking about repercussions for me, I could give a shit what others think. I'm sick of living as others think I should."

Hermione smiled and kissed his neck, reaching her hand up to brush her fingers over his face.

"Neither do I. I think, maybe that is what I would have done that night. The first time. I remember a little, being upset, thinking they wouldn't understand. But, I don't remember ever being sorry for what we did." She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. "I don't think I was Draco. I don't think I was sorry at all."

"And if they can't handle it?"

"If they can't handle it, fuck 'em."

"Hermione Granger, with a potty mouth, I think I'm already being a bad example."

"Draco Malfoy with a Muggleborn, I know I'm being a bad example."

He grinned and kissed her. "Fuck 'em."

Hermione pushed up on her arms, propping one on either side of his head. His hands reached up for her breasts, they were far too tempting to resist. She looked down at him, an extremely dirty urge running through her mind.

"No thanks." She grinned naughtily and bent her head to kiss him.

"I'd rather fuck you."