Fly Me to the Stars
Chapter 8
"You're mine tonight." Draco spoke deeply; authoritatively.
Nothing had ever sounded sexier. His pronouncement had a fierce effect on Hermione. For the first time in her life she wanted to purposely let go for one moment in life and take all she could without the thought of giving back. No consequences right now, just feeling. Draco was capable of taking what he wanted without her forwardness so all she had to think about was the pleasure that he was capable of producing within her body.
Greed was the only thing running through her when she let him start to do whatever he wanted to her. His hands roamed, his body hypnotized her into an unmovable state as he discovered new grounds; new boundaries.
His mind was lost; hazy and obstinate. He had his eye on the prize and each second, he was getting closer and closer…
He could almost feel her covetousness bleed out of her. It was tenaciously delightful; dexterously wayward. He knew she would be the best shag he had ever experienced. There was no denying it, she screamed of purity and inexperience. Well, he could teach her a few things; that's for sure. He wanted to mark her and let every man who came after him know that he had marked his territory, but at the same time…the thought of another man being with her caused him to feel anger and possession towards the brunette.
The thought did enough to make him pull her closer and run a hand to the back of her neck. His grip was strong but gentle. The dark desire of shagging was set on the back burner as he; for the first time…ever, stopped everything and concentrated on the intimacy of a kiss. The way their lips felt on each other's, the way they moved together; poetically enough to shame Shakespeare's finest works.
His needy pulls for dominance on her lips plummeted as they slowly became slow, gentle, long tastes. It was even more dizzying and satisfying than rugged movements. It felt shameless, inscrutable, gratifying. Malfoy had never experienced curiosity in this form before.
Hermione felt her heart lighten and slowly start descending in beat. She felt as though she was in a trance; a dream. She remembered the fantasy she had in the bathtub about Draco; the barn kiss. This brought it to the next level. She could finally feel the emotion, his body on hers, romantic inklings buzzing around in her head…his white cotton shirt, her long flowing dress…
It was all so enchanting and captivating. Never had she been kissed like this. Hermione finally realized what was missing between her and Marcus. It was the most important key that any relationship can't last without; inimitability.
Most people liked the pairing of the wrong couple in most stories and movies. Hermione did herself in all the romance novels she read. Could it make sense for…Draco…to be the perfect wrong match for her? Was it possible for something to even be that way?
Romeo and Juliet could answer that question. So could Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, Spike and Buffy, and Tony and Maria.
Was it so crazy after all? Hate and Love both existed with the variable of passion right dab in the control center.
Draco stopped and pulled away for a second. It scared Hermione at the way he looked at her. It was not menacing, insulting or rude. It was a new kind of look that she had never before seen in his eyes.
It was acceptance. And it came from a place deeper than the skin.
His eyes shifted almost immediately. He turned away and got up as quickly as he could. Looking down at her, she could see emotional turmoil in his eyes. He couldn't deal with his "feelings" right now. It was terrifying. Draco proceeded out of the common room as quickly as possible, shaking slightly.
He went down a staircase, going as fast as he could without tumbling down the stone.
Malfoy had never met anyone more infuriating than Granger. No one, ever. But now she was making him question everything he had ever known. Sure, he was the one who kissed her back there in the common room…and in the hall the other day. But, she didn't deny him anything. He would have given and she would've taken it all if he hadn't stopped before things got messier than they already were.
He should have let things be. He meddled in things that weren't there for him to meddle in. Draco should have let her live the perfect life with that Marcus bloke instead of turning all their lives upside down. He created the perfect upside-down triangle.
Hermione slowly got up and tried to compose herself. It didn't take long for the first tear to roll down her cheek. She didn't know if she was crying because she felt like it had been a mistake…or because she felt rejected.
Crawling onto the sofa, the tears became heavier and she covered her eyes and slowly sobbed right there in the common room. She couldn't stop them from coming, nor could she deny them their right.
Hermione cried to herself for a good five minutes before she wiped the tears and decided there was no use crying over spilt milkshake. She felt a mixture of wonder and sorrow as she remembered the look in Draco's eyes before he split. How could she forget the way he kissed her? Romantically sweet, sweetly considerate, considerately cozy. It was a magical kiss. A magical kiss that would need a charm for her to forget about.
Hermione felt weak due to the circumstances of his departure and partly due to the fact if the two hadn't been snogging on the ground, her knees would have given out below her.
She was tired also. A heated argument in the middle of the night was an interesting way to wake you up, but now that more than one thing was affecting her mind and body, sleep seemed inevitably close.
Yet…she threw on her jumper and a pair of jeans and left the dorm anyway. She wouldn't be able to sleep with a head that jumbled and full of thought. She needed to get her mind on other things, anything really.
Strolling about the castle at night was enjoyable. Quiet, serene, and interesting. Candles in the corridors added coziness as she walked the dim halls. She smiled at a ghost who nodded at her and continued onward. She wondered where Draco had gone. Probably spending the night in Slytherin House; the one place he knew she couldn't get to. But, that's not where he was.
Draco was sitting right dab in the middle of the quidditch pitch. He lay on his back as he watched the night sky with pleasure. The air was getting cooler, crisp and he found that he could see his breath in the air mildly. One arm was slung under his head and the other across his stomach, making him comfortable on the fine grass.
"Why are you out here?" she asked from behind him.
"I like it out here." he said without a blimp.
Hermione watched Draco lie there, breathing in and out softly, he looked so…vulnerable.
"You don't have to stay out here on my account." she told him. "Whatever just happened, neither one of us has to run from it."
Draco didn't like her term for it. He threw her a glance and sat up.
"I didn't run from anything."
Hermione was cautious, but couldn't pass up a moment for sarcasm.
"Right, cause most people rush out of their dormitory at one in the morning and sit in the middle of a quidditch pitch in the cold."
"You're sarcasm is not amusing." he informed her imperturbably standing up.
"Then why did you leave?" she asked.
"I don't need to justify myself to you." he said walking past her. She pulled on his arm lightly.
"You do if you storm out after snogging me without any sort of explanation."
Draco stopped and turned around, giving her grip on him a sour look.
"It was a mistake." he told her pulling his arm out of her grasp.
"It has a way of repetition." she pointed out. "You either hate me or you don't. Which way is it?"
"I could ask you the same thing." he said. "You give me the impression that you hate everything about me, yet you love everything I do to you." That comment had truth in it and she knew it just as well as he did.
"I don't hate everything about you." Hermione said which sort of surprised him without it showing.
"Really?" he asked disbelieving.
Hermione was a little awkward, shifting slightly.
"I mean…there's not a list of things I like and dislike about you; I just know I don't hate you."
"That's a recent development."
"Very recent in fact." she told him.
A small laugh escaped his lips as he glanced at the ground and back up.
"Feelings mutual." he said with light amusement.
The way the moonlight lit up her face caused him to see her…literally, in a different light. It made her look stunning and he turned his head lightly and looked elsewhere as a distraction.
"You ever fly?" he asked noticing the broom cupboard over to the side.
"Hardly. I'm…mildly afraid of heights." she confessed.
"You're afraid of heights?" he asked surprised. "Flying is completely different though." he told her. "When you fly, you're in control. You get to choose the height, speed, swiftness." His words came out as a hidden innuendo that even Hermione quickly picked up on. "You can go high or low…wherever you're most comfortable." She blushed, he smirked sweetly.
"Maybe I'm just not…cut out for it." she shrugged never losing his gaze.
"Maybe you just haven't had the right instructor."
Hermione saw the twinkle in his eye. It looked unintentional, but it was still there for her to see. He started walking over to the broom cupboard; Hermione was slightly confused when he pulled out two brooms.
He handed it out to her with a distinctive smirk on his lips.
"Go on, take It." he said.
Hermione turned her head lightly; her right hand declined it with a slight shake as she stepped back.
"Uh…I don't think that's…such a good idea."
"Oh, it's a horrible idea." he agreed. "But, I'm going to teach you anyway."
A/N-Hey! So, I've been super busy lately. Lots of stuff is going on around here. Here's an update, I'm trying to keep them coming. So, keep reviewing and tell me what you think! Thanks! Mwah!
