Chapter 6: His Guilty Secret

Draco turned to look at her. Hermione stood silhouetted in the soft light from the adjoining room. Her hair enveloped her like an aura. Draco swallowed hard. Merlin give me strength he begged. He knew he could be selfish; the law encouraged and allowed him to just take her. He didn't want that. He wanted to hear her scream his name with pleasure. He wanted the dream, the fantasies he had had of her as a boy. The one he had got off to so many times in the solitude of his own room. His guilty secret, the one his father would have beaten out of him had he known. Yes he admitted it, he Draco Malfoy, pure-blood had wanted to take the 'mud-blood' for years. Finally at last he had the chance and he didn't know if he could do it.

"Draco?" She questioned moving tentatively into the room.

"There are potions my mother sent if they would make it easier for you" Draco said in a despondent tone. He turned back to the window trying to hide the all too obvious evidence of his desire.

Hermione drew a deep breath to steady herself. She could do this she told herself as she walked silently towards him. As she reached his back she could feel the heat radiate form him. She placed her head against his back, luxuriating in the feel of the long toned muscles as she felt his warmth against her cheek, throwing her arms around his waist to pull herself into him. She felt his breath hitch, she could hear his heart beat as it quickened within his chest and she knew beyond doubt that he did want her and that they would do this.

Draco spun in her arms and swiftly lifted her bridal style to the bed. As he lowered her his lips touched her neck and she sighed. Merlin she wanted this. Hermione's hands flew up grabbed fists full of his hair as he kissed her throat passionately.

"Draco" she moaned his name and Draco thought he was about to lose it there and then and that he would not last for her. He drew away balling his hands into fists trying desperately to regain control. Thinking of something that would calm him, Tom Riddle's face, it was like a bucket of cold water. This was the only thing that Draco had ever felt he could thank that man for, that the thought of that evil leer could calm his ardour.

Hermione had not been content to be still. Her hands were at the buttons of his shirt. Skillfully her tiny fingers worked away at his shirt buttons. When she was done she pushed the fabric aside drinking him in. Her eyes were dark now, lustful below her thick dark lashes. Draco groaned Merlin she's gorgeous he silently intoned.

Hermione almost felt she was salivating at the look of him. Although his skin was pale his torso was like chiselled marble. It was beautiful for being unblemished, she had expected him to be scared. She knew that Harry had cut him wide open with a septemsempra spell but it had been skillfully healed.

Hermione reached out her fingertips grazed his abs and she felt him shiver. His eyes were bright now as if with fever, his lips slightly parted, his breath heavy with desire. She reached up pulling his mouth towards her before she captured it with her own. He responded immediately.

His tongue surged forwards to meet hers to taste her sweetness. She was delicious, sweet she tasted like honeydew. Draco wanted more. His hands slipped down from where it had rested on her hip under the delicate silk that enveloped her womanhood and he felt her stiffen. She can't do this. He thought to himself as he dropped his head to her shoulder in frustration.

"Draco" she said almost inaudibly "there is something I need to tell you."

It was his turn to tense. Had something happened to her during the war? Merlin knew there were many rape victims from the war. What a fool he had never considered...

"I've never done this before."

For a moment Draco was sure he stopped breathing. He shot away from her as if he had been electrified. He realised immediately he had done it that was foolish and he had made things worse and he regretted it when he saw the tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry" she sobbed. Why was she sorry he couldn't comprehend why she would apologise to him.

"Fuck Hermione" he bit out in frustration, he hadn't meant for it to sound so sharp and she reacted like a startled otter. Before he could stop her she flew across the room towards the door.

Never had Draco been so relieved that he knew some wandless magic. Silently he locked the door it forestalled her long enough for him to reach her.

She was panting now in panic as he loomed into her personal space. She almost slapped him but then she remembered that she had to do this, they had to do this and he had done nothing to harm her. He caged her with his arms her back against the door. She bit her lip as he leaned into her.

"I promise I won't hurt you." He whispered into her ear closing the space between them slightly. "I can be gentle" he reassured stroking her hair as he moved still closer. "I just wanted it to be special for you." She could feel his heat now down her full length. "How can it be special if you didn't choose me?" He said almost rhetorically, she could feel the fine hairs of his body now as they brushed her skin yet he still wasn't touching her. She felt electrified, static seemed to coarse through her veins. This fire she felt for him it felt so right suddenly she knew, she felt it in her magical core, it had to be him, it had always been him, and even before they had met fate had meant this to be. This was why she had been drawn to him that first time she had seen him on the train to Hogwarts before she even knew his name. He would be her first it was predestined.

"I chose you" she let out a throaty gasp as he pressed his full length against her. "I want you Draco Malfoy." I will be alright she told herself at least until the morning.

Author's note

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