Raise Me Up

"Draco you cannot be serious?!" Hermione said a tad impatiently as she brushed the glass shards off Scorpius and wiped the warm tears from his rosy cheeks, he gave quite sniffs every now and then as he sucked his thumb and looked at his father and Hermione curiously.

The baby's large blue eyes fluttered shut even as he attempted to stay awake; the bout of sobbing had tired him immensely. He kept his hold possessive on his new friend, his chubby hands clutching her soft sweater.

Hermione made no attempt to remove Scorpius from her arms because his warm weight was comforting and grounding, she breathed in his special clean scent of mango's and coconuts, cradling him in her arms. Her body swaying as she tried to soothe him into sleep.

"Sit down Hermione, your bleeding and the baby is fine, he's almost asleep." Draco said softly as he walked up to the shaken women and gently pushed her down on to one of the chairs. Hermione went without protest, too shocked and tired by the day's events.

Draco went down to her height and lifted her chin tenderly, wincing when he noticed the gash on her forehead, bright crimson blood flowing out of it ,he quickly whipped out his wand and muttered a easy healing spell, noticing with satisfaction as the edges of the wound closed and her delicate features were revealed again.

"I'm not asking for a relationship Granger. You get along well with Scorp and obviously you need to be someplace away from here, Weasley is not going to leave you alone that easily. How long has he been hitting you?" he asked his eyes blazing at her.

"Almost a year now…" she said softly, her dark eyes withdrawn and full of sorrow.

"I left him… but he won't leave me alone. And Draco whatever said and done we were friends once and I loved him once, I know it may sound silly to you, but I didn't want anyone to know of his weakness unless he told them himself. I expected him to sober up by now, see his ridicules mistakes and just grow up. But he just won't stop drinking…"

Draco reached out and brought her hand to his lips, gently pressing his lips to her pulse, feeling it beat against the translucent skin of her wrist. His eyes smoldering and raw… rage mixed with blind desire. She was so delicate… how could he harm her!

"That's not silly sweetheart that's noble, a beautiful sentiment." He said, gently rubbing his thumb over her wrist.

Draco looked up at her face. Her china-doll cheekbones and her fragile fair skin, with its rose pink, ready blush and her large eyes that dripped with kindness and faith, glittering golden, in frail spring sunshine. All of this set in the most heartbreakingly sweet face, with her soft quivering, full lips made a very ethereal and breakable picture. A picture that Ron Weasley had already destroyed and yet a picture that was so right in his life… his son's life…

Her arms protectively shielding his child and her voice laced with conviction as she defended the man who beat her within an inch of her life. This was the Hermione Granger he knew, so strong yet achingly gentle, so fierce yet so shatter- able, so shockingly real but yet so delectably aerial.

He never could make out at such moments… if she really belonged in the land of mortals and sinners?

Draco lifted one hand and cupped the side of her face. "If not for me, come for Scorpius, he likes you and it would help him, if he had not just me but another friend in a strange new city… Think about it sweet thing…. Don't say no just yet."

"And before I leave, I need to know. Why did he start beating you?"

"I refused to have sex with him…. I want to get married a virgin, maybe it's just me but I think, her innocence is the greatest gift a woman can give that man she loves." She said quietly, her soft breath caught as she saw Draco's eyes darken with lust.

"You're untouched…" he said in a hoarse whisper. "Completely untouched… like pure snow." Leaning in he brushed his lips over her delicate ear. "If I were the man you loved… I would marry you the moment I knew. Circe! What I would do to be the man you loved!" he said… his voice jagged with desire.

Hermione shivered, her hands reaching out automatically to caress his broad shoulders, her tiny hands dancing teasingly over his massive chest as she looked up at him with her own passion darkened eyes.

"Mon petitamour, don't look at me like that!" he said in his husky, velvety steel voice. "I have very little restraint right now and you make me feel like a callow teenager with his first women…"

"I will leave right now… but before I go." Draco said as he bent over her and pressed his hard, sculptured lips to hers. Undoing her defenses with gentle tenderness and exploring the sweetness which were her lips and drinking from the drugging fountain that was the cavern of her mouth.

The Kiss seemed to go on and on as Draco dominated Hermione's body with but a single touch of his lips to hers. Her arms wound themselves helplessly around his neck, both of them mindful of the child in her lap. Draco's large calloused hands moved down her spinal cord gently while at the same time he teasingly brushed the tops of her breasts again and again feeling her quiver in his arms. Chuckling darkly at her soft gasping breaths Draco continued to assault her senses with his warm hallucinatory taste and his bliss inducing kisses. Tiny- tiny, sweet kisses, that blew Hermiones resistance into the wind along with all her thoughts.

This was real magic, the kind that can never be reproduced. This was natural magic, the magic of the Gods. The enchantment of finally having even the slightest taste of the one you belong with… your soul mate…

Hermione moaned softly as he let her go and picked up his son.

His now warm blue eyes glinting with mischief and secret promises as he walked to the door of her shop.

"Think about it Mon doux petit, just think about it..." and saying these words in his rough voice he walked out carrying his son in his arms.

Hermione sat absolutely still as she watched them both disappear into the street, she felt the shocking flushes of arousal... what she had never felt for Ron she felt for Draco Malfoy.

Hermione ran her delicate hand wonderingly over her kiss swollen lips in a dreamy state of euphoria...

Maybe she was going to Paris after all...

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