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ADULT THEMES AND SOME MILD ADULT LANGUAGE.
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Chapter 7: Needs
"He that has a house to put's head
in has a good head-piece."
William Shakespeare -King Lear
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She lay on the bed, her body ached. She felt like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, her legs hurt and her arms felt like lead. Opening her eyes Hermione looked around the room, the pale green walls seemed cold and the heavy drapes that hung in front of the windows closed off the light from outside. Reaching over to the side table she found her wand. Looking around the room she could see an antique writing bureau and chair against the wall beside the door. The fire place to her left, was not lit and the wind whistled across the top of the floo. Her coat was laid on sofa that ran beneath a large window that was crisscrossed with lead. She wasn't sure where she was, she couldn't remember much after the battle. She remembered aparating out, and a big black retriever bringing her a stick, but apart from that she couldn't remember much.
Sitting up in bed a sharp pain ran down her back. Closing her eyes against the pain she tried to swing her legs over the side of the bed but the pain running through them made her think twice. She could hear voices outside the door, she recognised them but she wasn't sure if she was hearing things or not so she sat forward and listened carefully.
"I'm going to see her." The very low voice said.
"Are you sure that's wise?" That sounded like Harry. Was it? "Well, I'll come with you."
"I'll just wait here." Draco, could it be Draco? She was sure he was in Austria, how could it be him?
"Just fucking go see her, mate." Well, if the other one was Draco that had to Blaise. "If you're coming, Potter."
Two sets of footsteps walked off down the stairs and then she waited for the door to open. Her heart was beating fast, she could feel her pulse racing through her battered body, was it really Draco on the other side of the door? She held her breath as the door knob turned. A door downstairs closed, the sound echoing up the large stairwell. Her eyes glued to the door she watched as it opened.
She almost screamed, it was him. Draco was stood in the door, large as life. His long blonde hair tied back and his shirt was untucked from his jeans. She thought her heart would stop as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Hello, Granger." His thick voice flowed across the room to her.
"Draco." She tried to get up but a fresh shot of pain in her legs made her think twice. "What are?"
Pressing his finger to his lips he made her silent. Walking across the room he looked around, he had never seen this house before, not from the inside. Blaise used to go on about it, how his mother had built a five bed-roomed 'guest house' when most of the main house stood empty. He looked at Hermione laid in bed with the sheets pulled up to her chest. The outline of her breasts could be clearly seen through the sheets. He looked at her brown hair and into her face. Her red lips teased him as he strode across the carpet. "What happened to you?" He asked as he sat down on the bed next to her.
"I had a fight with a couple of Dementors." She watched as he sat down beside her, his muscular legs looked tight in his jeans and the shirt was lose hiding his sculpted body. She wanted to run her hand up his shirt and feel that body again, she wanted to pull his jeans off and run her tongue down his shaft while he slowly, cupped her breasts.
What was he doing here?
"You seem to be ok." He watched her as she lay back, her long hair hanging behind her back and she sheet pulled tight against her body. Moving his hand across the top of the sheet and stroked the back of her hand. He watched as her cheeks flushed red and her breathing deepened. "You miss me?"
She had so many things she wanted to tell him but it was useless. "Only between my legs."
He watched as her legs opened under the sheets and felt her hand slide over his thigh. He felt her fingers lightly stoking the crotch of his jeans as his blood pumped round his body and thrust against his flies. Draco moved his hand up to her chest and held her breast as her hand cupped him and he moaned. It had been a while since he felt like this, his body yearning for hers and his groin longed to be played with by her lips once again. Pulling out his wand he aimed it at the door.
"Coloportus." Laying down Draco kissed her on the head and then slowly lowering the sheet he let his hands find her soft breasts and squeeze. He felt her hand push down on his buttocks and her nails digging into the denim. Pulling the sheet off her he felt her hand runs down his body and unzip him. He could feel her hand pushing into his jeans and pulling his boxers aside.
She lay there, her hand wrapped around his hard manhood. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted it now. Pulling on him she could feel his body shake with the tension. His blonde ponytail hanging over one shoulder as stroking her side as his mouth sucked on her rigid pink nipple. She unbuttoned her trousers and pulled the zip open. His hand found her knickers almost immediately, and she moaned as he pulled them aside and plunged his fingers inside her. Pushing herself up the bed, away from the onslaught of his rough fingers she felt his teeth dig into her nipple and she squealed. His thumb was rubbing her on the outside while his index and middle fingers moved in small circular motions inside her.
Draco could feel her shiver under him as his fingers ran inside her. Her nails ran up his shaft and he let out a low moan as her nails found his jewels and started softly scratching them. The feel of electric ran through his body. He moved to retract his fingers but her nails biting into his shaft told him she wasn't going to let him do that. The mild pain running through him only made him more excited and he bit hard on her nipple.
His teeth embedding into her nipple sent surges of adrenaline through her system, causing her to start arching her body. Closing her hand in a fist around him she moved it quickly up and down him as he other hand ran its nails across his back. His hand was moulding her breast as he chewed, his fingers rubbed in small circles making her pulse beat round her body wildly. She could feel his muscles throbbing above her, she slowed her hand down and ran a nail up his spine as he pulled his fingers out and moved across to slide into her.
He felt himself push inside her and she moaned as he thrust deeper and pulled out to thrust in again.
He let go of her breasts and kissed her chest up to her neck and then to her lips. Feeling the hot air of her breath blowing on his face with every thrust he pumped harder into her. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him down deeper. Her nails ran up his back and sent shivers running across his body as she moaned in his ear.
She could feel him pushing inside her, she used her legs to push him deeper and intensify the feeling his thrusts. His breath on his neck made her skin crawl in a lovely way. Her nails dug into his skin as she felt her breasts push up against his slowing body. She pulled him down to her, she felt him ram into her and fill her as his body shook with waves of pleasure. She could feel him throb inside her as he groaned in her ear and his muscles relaxed.
He could feel himself drain into her, every throb was more of him pumping into her. Moving his head he looked into her eyes. Her face covered in sweat and her hair flat against the pillow. Their eyes fixed, their breathing in time, deep and long. Their lips met and he closed his eyes and she tongue pushed into his mouth. He let her probe him as his tongue moved around her mouth.
"How is she?" Harry asked as Draco walked onto the patio.
"Fine, fine." Draco was still drained. He could feel his legs wobbling under his own weight. "She'll be down later, just getting washed and dressed." He could see the way Harry was looking at him. He knew that look Blaise was giving him too.
"I hope you did not put to much strain on her." Lucretia was sat in a chair next to the two men. "She has been through quite an ordeal."
"Do you know what happened, Mrs Zabini?" Harry was drinking from a glass of lager. He had never called Lucretia by her first name, even when she had come to them to offer her assistance.
"All I could get from her was that, her party had been ambushed byLucius' Dementors." The name was said with such venom that even Blaise sat up and looked at his mother. "Don't look at me like that, I am not a freak in a sideshow young man." She was looking directly at Blaise. "What do you expect, Reverence? Cissy was the best friend I had, he kidnapped her and now only Merlin knows what he is doing to her."
Blaise looked at Draco as he came around and sat in the empty seat next to he Blaise. "What happened, Mum? Why are you helping, Potter?"
At first it wasn't clear if she would speak to him, she seemed to be hurt, which was very unusual for Blaise's mother. "A while ago, Lucius Malfoy escaped from Azkaban. He then made his way to your home in Burnham.."
Blaise cut her off. "You knew where I was?"
"And what of it?" She took a sip of her black vodka. "You expected me to come and find you? Why? You were the one who ran into hiding with your little friend." She eyed Draco with suspicion as he poured himself a firewhiskey. "Anyway, Lucius or should I say He Who Is Fear." She sounded sarcastic, almost insulting. "What a terrible name. He rose to power in the dark arts quickly, taking over a little village on Skomer Island, off the Welsh coast, he soon turned it into a retreat for the darkest pureblood wizards."
"That doesn't explain why you're helping Potter." Blaise just glared at his mother, why wouldn't she answer his question?
"I was getting to that, you are as impatient as you father." Shaking her head a little she refilled her glass. "As I was saying. When Lucius took power within the ranks of dark wizards he ruled that you and Draco were..."
"Hello everyone." Hermione walked out of the house. Her clothes were still torn in places but she had made her hair and tried her best at putting her make up on to not look dead. "Hello, Harry." Cuddling Harry Hermione turned to Lucretia. "Thank you, Mrs Zabini."
"That's quite all right, Miss Granger." Lucretia sipped her black vodka, she didn't need to look at her son to see the look she was getting from him. He wanted answers but she didn't see why he should get them, he had been the one who had run away, both times. "I have some matters to attended to, I expect you can see yourselves out." And with that she walked back into the house, her long dress flowing around her shapely legs.
"Your mother's determined not to answer you, mate." Draco turned to Blaise, "Maybe she's right."
"Right about what?" Blaise drained his glass and slammed it onto the table. It was bad enough for his mother not to talking to him at all but now she was, the fact she wouldn't sit and have a full conversation with him was more than hurtful, it was absolute murder.
"We ran off, and you left her behind to face everyone wanting to know where you were." Draco drained his glass and placed it on the table.
"So? You're saying I should have stayed here? I should have stayed with my mother and left you alone? Is that what you're saying, mate?" Blaise was on his feet. He was ready to crack Draco across the mouth if he said the wrong thing, mind you could Draco not say the wrong thing?
Draco thought about this.. If he said no, Blaise was right to come with him then he was saying he shouldn't have stayed with his mother and that he deserved this. If he said yes, he should have stayed home, he would be calling his friend a fool and saying he got what he deserved, either way, Draco knew he was screwed.
Harry noticed the argument that was about to start so, in an attempt to circumvent it he turned to Hermione. "Are you ok to travel? We should all get home. There's a lot to get ready before he finds out where it is."
"Yeah, I should be ok to aparate." She turned to Draco, she could see the want in his eyes and the fear of having ten bells of shit knocked out of him by Blaise, who was much bigger and stronger than he would ever be. "Where are they staying?"
"What?" Blaise turned to face her. It hadn't occurred to him till now, where were they going to live. "Well, we can't stay here, can we." He glared at Draco.
"Well, we thought you might be ok to move into the Black Family Manor." Harry looked at them, a long stream of smoke leaving his lips from the cigarette he had just lit.
Draco and Blaise couldn't believe what they had heard, they both looked at Potter in amazement. They couldn't move in there, it was a tip and apart form that, it would be watched, what with all the activity recently.
"You are joking right?" Draco's jaw had almost hit the floor, he couldn't move into the Black Family Manor. Was Potter nuts?
"Well, you can either go there or live on the street." Harry looked at them over the top of his glasses. He wasn't having any of their crap, he'd put up with it for years at Hogwarts. "You choose."
Hermione moved over to Draco. "Thanks for coming to see me, Malfoy. I wouldn't worry, I've left the portrait of the red lady up in your Grandfather's study so she should come back at some point." And with that Harry and Hermione held out their wands and aparated.
"We'd better get going." Blaise was ready with his wand. "There's no where else, mate."
"I suppose not." Holding his wand out he thought of the Black Family Manor and then he was looking at the main doorway. Blaise was stood next to him on the step. The large grey house stood before them, the great bay windows either side denoted the what once had been the main living rooms. On the outer edges of the house were sets of four smaller windows and above, a first floor with four large arched windows and a thinner arched window in the centre above the main door. The two long windows flanking the large iron hinged door, were black with grime. Stepping up to the door Draco pushed it open.
The smell of stale air hit them as they stepped inside. The wedge of light coming in from the open door illuminating the main entrance way. The air seemed dank and cloying. They would need to open some windows before settling in for the night. The large chandeliers hanging in the main hall was dusty and covered in cobwebs. Draco raised his wand and was about to shout 'Incendio' when he heard it, a low growl, almost a rumbling in the floor. But it wasn't in the floor. Draco felt Blaise's hand on his shoulder. The bright eyes shone like pin pricks in the dark. The growl filled the air, Blaise and Draco stood fastened to the spot as the eyes flashed in the light as the large dog bared his teeth and jumped at them.
Author's Notes:
Well, I do hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you stick around to find out what happens next... dum dum dum...
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