He held her close to him for the second day in a row. Inhaling deeply he could smell the pomegranates faintly, and just that small whiff was enough to keep him sane for a while. He didn't want to let go, didn't want to have to push her away so soon after what she was almost just put through, but he had one Blaise Zabini to take care of. Kissing her forehead with his lingering lips, she sighed knowing what was coming, before he dropped his arms from around her lithe frame and walked away from her. It wouldn't be the last time.
The common room door slid shut behind him as he saw the object of his distress leaning against the fireplace, his eyes watching the dancing flames stoically.
"Zabini." Draco called, jerking his head towards the dorms. Zabini followed, not that he had much of a choice. Once inside the room, Draco cast a silencing charm, turning to look at the taller man standing before him.
"I should hex your bits off. I should kill you with my bare hands. I should do all sorts of things to make your body unrecognizable…but I won't. You see, I can protect her whilst I am here, but I cannot protect her next year when I will be on the outside. That's where I need you Zabini. She won't trust you immediately, or if she ever will, sometimes I don't even think she trusts me.
"But she is a part of me, much like Weasley is a part of you. I have an assignment from our Lord. When I complete it, I will not be able to protect her until this war is complete, there will only be small intervals where I will be able to pop in and watch her from afar, because approaching her will be too much of a risk. I may not even be able to come back to her at the end of the war. Everything is so fucking uncertain.
"I love her Zabini. Protect her when I am not here?" the other man stared at Draco; it was a while before he spoke. He stood for a long moment, calculating the shorter man before him.
"When did you grow up, Draco?"
"When I realized she needed a man to love her, and not a little boy to hurt her."
"I'll protect
her."
It's not that he didn't trust Blaise, he trusted him more than her little bodyguards. He would've chosen Blaise in the end, but after witnessing her almost being defiled in the library of all places; he realized he couldn't protect her all the time. Christmas was coming up…he'd have to be away from her for a while. Zabini's mum would not be home. Draco turned on his heel and walked back into the room.
"She'll be staying with you for Christmas." And then he walked out. The other man didn't have a chance.
The locket glinted in the sunlight; their initials were inscribed in elegant cursive on the outside of the heart, he had placed a picture she had taken of them in the library one afternoon on the inside. In the photograph they both looked around suspiciously, before Hermione raised the camera above their heads and smiling widely as Draco kissed her cheek. It was his favorite picture of the day, showing him just how much he had actually changed in the four short months they had been sneaking around. He heaved a great sigh before placing the necklace back into its velvet box and slipping it back into his pocket.
Standing up abruptly he wiped his slacks off and walked in the direction of the Entrance Hall doors. She was waiting for him in the alcove.
"Hey baby." He cooed. Hermione scrunched her face.
"Draco, you know I hate it when you call me Baby." He nodded before placing a chaste kiss to her lips.
"I know." He whispered. She sighed and pursed her lips, so that they were just barely touching. "I want to give you something." His hand pulled the velvet box out of his pocket and placing it between her breasts. Hermione opened the lid and gasped. He smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before slipping the locket around her neck.
"Draco, I…I love it." She slipped her arms around his neck and leaned her head onto his chest inhaling his scent. His hand began smoothing down her unruly hair.
"I'm glad." He gripped her left hand in his right and poked his head out into the hallway to check for stragglers. When he decided that it was safe he pulled Hermione out into the hallway with him, and they began the long walk to the Room of Requirement.
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He watched her from his seat on the double bed. His pants were tightening considerably. Hermione was slowly unbuttoning her robe, he could see her creamy flesh underneath.
"Hurry the hell up woman, don't make me get up." She smirked, and the brief flash of fear that passed through her eyes angered him. The third button popped open; he could see the swell of her breast. When her robes fell to the floor he was panting heavily, and his pants were already thrown across the floor. In two long strides he was pulling her body closer to his and placing a suckling kiss to the nape of her neck. His hands went between her legs and rubbed her labia lightly. She moaned, as he picked her up bridal style, and carried her over to the bed.
Leaning above her he kissed her navel before hooking her knickers between his thumb and index finger and pulling them off of her body slowly. He ran his fingers along her slit, causing her to moan before blowing on her clit, which in turn swelled in size. He swiftly covered her body with his own, and when his hair tickled her cheek she moaned loudly, knowing that he would slide his shaft into her in mere moments. His teeth clamped around her nipple, biting lightly before pulling up sharply as he roughly slammed himself into her tunnel. Her nails dug into the flesh between his shoulder blades as he pummeled her vagina with his cock. She dragged her nails downward, leaving a trail of blood in her wake as he continued to assault her hole. Groaning he yelled her name before spurting his come into her pussy. His weight collapsed on top of her body, their sweat mixed together.
He rolled off of her and pulled her head to his chest gently. Placing a lingering kiss to her forehead he closed his eyes and allowed her mellow breathing to lull him to sleep.
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He was gently shaken awake what seemed like an hour later. Her large brown eyes were staring down at him intently. She kissed him lightly on the cheek before grabbing a sheet and wrapping it around herself. She started the process of looking for her clothes, and when she located them, turned back to Draco and smiled widely.
"When you're dressed come back, I have to tell you something." He told her. Her eyes narrowed immediately.
"Tell me now, Malfoy." He glared at her.
"You'll be living with Blaise for Christmas." He got out of the bed.
"I will not." She said before throwing the nearest heavy object at his body. Hogwarts: A History hit him in the chest; he gasped for air, throwing the book to the ground.
"You will Hermione." Located his boxers and slipped them on.
"In case you've forgotten. He tried to fuck me in the library yesterday."
"I know." Found his slacks, and placed them back on his body before charming the wrinkles out of the fabric.
"And you want to send me to live with him, why?"
"Hermione, I trust him." Located his socks and slipped them on.
"I don't." she yelled. Her face was red, her hair…well it was always a tangled mess, and her nose was scrunched. She had never looked more beautiful to him.
"He will protect you Hermione." He placed his shirt on, his jumper, and then his tie.
"Why are you so sure about that, Draco?"
"Because, you bloody bint, I love you." Her mouth dropped open as he put his shoes on and walked out the door. She picked up his cloak, placed it to her nose, and inhaled deeply. Stowing his cloak in her bag, she ran out of the room.
He hated walking away from her, and yet, it is all he seemed to be able to do.
A/N: Hey guys, this wasn't supposed to be out for another week or so but I have no clue when I will be able to update next. I have to go to Georgia to say goodbye to my Aunt before she passes. I decided to give you this chapter, and I am sorry if it's not up to my normal standards. I've got a lot on my mind.
Hopefully you enjoy it. Hopefully you'll review and tell me what you think.