Author's Note:
Sorry I left you all with a cliffhanger, but I just had to. Here is where they go into detail about what it is they have been keeping secret. The time is now 4 weeks into the 6th year and Hermione's birthday had past on 19 September, and the snow has not fallen yet.
Please R&R.
His fingers moved gracefully along my lower lip and as he did so, I opened my lips a little bit to taste his teasing power. I tasted apple on the tips of his fingers, curious to know why, but I grabbed his right hand and kissed it softly.
"Draco. You have me under your spell." I whispered. He smiled at my words and chuckled playfully.
"What spell would that be, Hermione?" he asked me.
I took a breath and looked away, bringing my knees up to my chest; his hand was still on my thigh. "Your love spell. I am falling deeply in love with you, Draco. And I really want you to know that. I trust you. So I am going to tell you..." I spoke, but he interrupted me.
"You really do trust me?" he asked surprised.
"Yes, Draco," I placed my hands on both sides of his face, looking straight into his silvery eyes, "I trust you."
He smiled even more. His left hand was even higher up on my thigh and he squeezed my leg as shivers were sent down my body, I enjoyed every bit of it. I leaned in to kiss him, on his lips. My body was trembling. His right hand wrapped around the small of my back while the left hand squeezed even tighter on my leg. I let out a gasp and leaned back. My body was out of my control, my mind was running around, and I brought my lips to the crevice of his neck and kissed him lightly. His hand on my leg was now at the bend of my knee. He was on top of me on the mattress, kissing my neckline and my chin and I closed my eyes. His right arm was free from my back and was playing with my hair, and then he slid his fingers down the side of my face. He grasped my chin and tilted my face in for another kiss of the lips; this kiss was deep and passionate. All of my worries were gone at that moment and replaced with new sensations. I felt his hands move along the length of my body, especially his left hand, which was now tugging at my shirt. My hands moved to touch his body and bring him closer to me. I then felt his cold fingers on my stomach. I gasped and snapped open my eyes, he removed himself and sat up beside me on the mattress.
"I'm sorry.," he breathed out, trying to catch his breath.
I sat up to look at him curiously and placed my left hand on his shoulder. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Draco." I told him sincerely.
"Hermione...you have not a clue of what was going on in my mind then. If you didn't gasp and set me back into reality, then I might not have stopped." he said in a shaky voice.
"Don't blame yourself, Draco. It was also my fault. I wanted you to keep going. When you touch me, my skin feels like it is on fire. You make me feel wanted, and loved. You need to know that, I just wish somebody were there to love me for who I am. Draco, you love me for who I am." I said to him.
He looked at my face, trying to read it as I spoke to him, but by the look on his face, he was having a great deal of difficulty understanding my words.
"Draco, I want to ask you something."
He nodded.
"Before we came back to Hogwarts this year, Harry, Ron and I saw you dodge your mother in Diagon Ally, and you went into Knockturn Ally. We saw you walk in to Borgin and Burkes. We spied on you, and Harry believes you are a Death Eater, but I told him that it wasn't possible. I told Harry that The Dark Lord would not have a sixteen year old in his loyalty, but he didn't believe me. That is why he is spying on you, and seeing if you were just trying to get attention or that you really are a Death Eater. Did The Dark Lord make you a Death Eater?" I whispered this as low as possible.
He sat there, looking at the other side of the room, motionless. "Don't say that."
"Say what?" I asked.
"The Dark Lord. Only his close followers can call him by that name." he whispered.
I sat there silent, looking away from him.
"What if I am a Death Eater? What can I do about it? I have a task that I must follow through with, and I shouldn't even be with you. You are a mudblood, Hermione. I still don't know what I can do about it. I love you too much; I don't want to let you go. I would die for you." he said sternly.
"Can I see it?" I asked him. He looked at me and I was smiling at him.
He turned to face me and his right arm reached over to grab his left sleeve of his cloak. He pulled it up his arm and there on his left forearm burned the Dark Mark. His expression was full of confusion on how I would take to the sight of it, but when I saw it, joy came over my body as I hurled my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.
He pushed me off of him and had me come to my senses, "Hermione? What are you doing?"
"You trusted me, Draco." I told him. "It's my turn now." I smiled at him almost identical to his devilish grin.
"What do you mean?" he asked me concretely. Watching me pull my left sleeve up my arm to reveal a blood stained bandage wrapped around my forearm. "Hermione? What happened to your arm? It's bloody!" he said worried.
"It's nothing, Draco. Seriously. See look. I only wear it to hide my secret." I said, as I unwrapped the bandage, he wasn't sure what to expect, "Remember me telling you, that I really needed to tell you something, but I couldn't?" He nodded. "Well this is it. I was relieved when I saw the Dark Mark on your arm, beings that, now I can tell you anything." He watched as I pulled the last layer of bloody bandage off my arm to reveal a black armband with a silver and green insignia embroidered on it. "It was my mother's." I said pulling it down slowly. I stopped and looked at Draco, his eyes were locked on my mother's armband. "Before I show you, I must tell you. I am a pure-blood witch." When I said this, he focused his attention on my eyes. "I killed my muggle parents." I paused when I heard my own voice say the word 'killed' with such joy, it startled me, but I continued with my story. "I covered it up by making the muggle world believe I was dead too. You see my father, my real father, came to me this summer. He said he recognized his one true love in my eyes when we were battling at the Ministry of Magic last year. He didn't want to harm me, when he saw me; he only did so to keep me secret. He only wanted to steal me away, long enough, to tell me that he was happy that I was still alive. He believed that I had died when my mother died a week before The Dark Lord's fall. After all these years, Draco, the people, who I assumed, No, Who claimed to be my parents, lied to me. After all these years, they never once told me that I was adopted, until that night. I asked them if they knew about what is going on in the Wizarding World, and they told me that they had something that they needed to tell me. My muggle mother had told me, similar events were happening 13 years ago, then, about the night that The Dark Lord had fallen. They adopted me, Draco. However, I ended up at a hospital, along with a note signed by Marie Dolohov, my mother. My real name is, Hermione Jean Dolohov. Do you see? I was so infuriated with their stupid attempt to protect me."
Tears were building up in my eyes, and Draco placed his hands on my shoulders.
I continued with my story. "That is when it clicked. Antonin Dolohov is my father, and he didn't want to kill me last year when we were battling in the Department of Mysteries. He recognized me, when he had me in his arms I felt fear and love at the same time. He hated me of who I became, because I didn't know who he was at the time. Yet, he whispered in my ear, 'I'm not going to hurt you, Hermione.' I was so confused after that night. When summer came around, I had to find out more. I just had to ask my muggle parents what all they knew. And I killed them. I killed them and staged my own death. I no longer survive outside of the Wizarding World, Draco. I even lied to Harry and everybody, he still thinks that I am scarred from the sight of coming home to see The Dark Mark glowing high in the sky above my house, when I was the one who put it there. I created a different story than what the press had released. I covered it up so well. He took me in to live with him for a few days and after my birthday, just last week..."
I paused to look at my arm and I pulled off my mother's armband.
There in the dark room inside the Shrieking Shack burned two identical brands. Two Dark Marks blazed on the two seventeen year olds arms. "So this is it? Things are going to be different from now on, Hermione." whispered Draco.
"No doubt about it. Draco? I trust you not to let anybody know, Harry must not find out, or even The Order of the Phoenix. I am sure that The Dark Lord already knows about us. I trust that you know what may happen to you if you do tell?" I asked him.
"I understand. I love you, Hermione Dolohov." he spoke. Draco leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. He held my head in his hands and I embraced him. His hands dropped and he kissed my cheek. "So, little Miss goody-two shoes have lost her touch, crossed over to the right side of the World. You have no idea how turned on I Am." he said with a sarcastic thrill in his voice. I glared at him and shoved him down on the mattress.
He shifted his weight and I moved to sit on top of his lap, facing him. I removed my cloak and he did the same. I touched his lips lightly with my fingertips and leaned in again to kiss him. He grabbed my left arm and started kissing me right below my fresh brand and carefully traced a line down to my fingertips, and then he placed my left hand on his chest. I kissed him harder on the lips and started to unbutton his shirt. I got frustrated with one of the buttons when it wouldn't open, so I pulled out my wand and removed his shirt, pants, and shoes magically. He was wearing emerald green boxers. I giggled and bit my lower lip. He smiled back at me and whispered, "You find that amusing, love?" I kissed him in the small of his neck and whispered back, "A little."
He then pulled out his wand and removed my blouse, skirt, and shoes, revealing sexy black under garments. He raised his eyebrows as a reaction to my body language as I tried to cover myself up with my cloak. Setting our wands on the floor next to the mattress, we moved to lie facing each other. He tugged on my cloak, removing it and his hands were exploring the length of my body as mine were outlining his muscles on his chest and stomach. He pulled me closer to his body and everything around us had disappeared. One of his hands reached around my back and unclasped my bra and he threw it to the side and I tugged on his boxers. His fingers were smooth against my stomach as he gracefully slid them along the lining of my underwear. Our bodies were moving in rhythm and beauty, turning on the mattress, both of us not wanting to stop.
In between my breaths he caressed me in an intimate and loving way. He was careful about each move he had made, not wanting to hurt me in anyway. His face was full of life. Enhanced by the glowing moonlight seeping through the cracks in the walls. He was no longer heartless, but he was so full of love, more beautiful than I have ever seen him before. This was pure bliss. Our bodies then were closer than ever as he leaned his head down and kissed the nape of my neck. I moved my hand to grab his face and searched for his lips. Kissing them like I was repenting my sin.
When we had stopped we lay there locking gazes and whispering things into each other's ear. Just then a loud whipping sound filled the room accompanied with a cloud of black smoke. I grabbed my wand and put my clothes back on as quickly as possible and Draco did the same, we looked at each other then at the cloud of smoke disappearing, revealing hooded figures.
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