Chapter 8 - Insanity
It was lunch time when Harry came to visit her at the hospital wing to give her an earful about what he thought of her jumping in the way of a curse meant for him. She listened through all of his speech holding her tongue, knowing he wouldn't like to hear what she had to say about it. In reality there was another subject looming over the corner that made Hermione more acceptant of the argument on which her friend was currently focussing. But as fate had it, Harry didn't take long on bringing the dreaded subject up for discussion. He started asking about Malfoy.
"So, were you planning to say anything?"
"There's not much I can say, Harry." she was feeling drained already. She didn't know how she could explain everything that had happened with Draco to Harry; especially since it mostly involved very intimate moments.
He sighed. "He saved your life. That's unbelievable. It doesn't mean I forgive him, it doesn't even mean I trust him or that I want him near you. I still hate the git. But I'm grateful"
"Harry…"
"Let me finish. I don't understand what is going on between you too. I don't think I want to, but I'm willing to let it go as long as I'm sure you are safe, Mione…"
"I am. I can take care of myself, and he won't hurt me" she said in a rush.
"That doesn't mean others won't try to hurt you, Hermione. I already hate how much danger you're in just for being my friend. And you had to go and fall for the Slytherin Ferret?!" he looked dismayed.
"It's not like that, please let me explain; I know you are hurt, Harry, but I never meant to hide anything from you, I just -"
"Please save me from the gory details. The less I know, the better I'll feel about it. Gosh Mione! Malfoy of all people?!"
"I know… it just… happened, I ..." she was struggling to find the right words and she was afraid she wasn't going t o find them.
"How does something like that just happen?!" He sighed. "I won't nag you about it anymore. You still need your rest. How long is Madam Pomfrey keeping you here?"
"I don't know. She's not buying my abrupt recovery; she's been running tests through me all morning. She knows we're hiding something."
"I know, but she can't use veritaserum on us, so no worries there."
"Doesn't mean she doesn't want to…" she paused for a moment and hesitated before asking, "How is Ron?"
"I haven't told him, if that's what you're wondering. He is coming to visit later, he was retained by Snape" Harry answered giving her a reproachful and almost accusatory look.
Hermione lowered her head. She had never thought that she'd be scolded by Harry of all people, and she didn't think Ron would be even nearly as understanding as Harry was being.
"I'm sorry" She mumbled.
Harry put his hand on top of hers and squeezed it; "It's ok, I understand" he stood up and leant down to give her a peck on the head. "I'm glad to have you back" he said as he raised himself to leave.
She smiled at him "Are you heading to classes now? Would you mind bringing my Arithmancy project later tonight? It's dreadfully boring here."
"You mean that awful stack of books next to your bed? That's almost a library! You want me to carry all of that with me…"
"Ron could help you. I actually need some books from the library as well, now that you mention it…"
He groaned, "Anything else, your highness?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure I've been slacking back on our homework. Would you mind asking the professors for my assignments?"
"I was speaking figuratively, Mione!"
"But you asked!" She gave him an innocent look.
He tried to flee the room before she could ask him to do anything else for her.
"Harry!" he looked back from the door exasperated.
"What now?"
"Thank you," she paused, and to make sure her meaning was clear she added "For everything."
"Just remember that if he ever hurts you, I'll skin him alive." he said before closing the door.
*
"I'm not going to break, Draco" she said between panted breaths. Hermione had been able to finally get a few moments alone with Draco by dragging him to their love nest, the Shrieking Shack.
Yes, their love nest; since they had 'adopted' the place, Draco had improved it, making it look like a small mansion instead of the creepy rundown place Hermione remembered from her third year. He'd brought a huge bed with fine silky sheets into the room they used, and some of their clothes were kept in a wardrobe next to her laptop for when they decided to sleep there. The walls were now a soft cream colour. It was still pretty bare, but it was more than enough to cover their needs, at least for now.
"So you say," he responded before capturing her lips in an agonizingly slow maddening kiss. He was giving her the most delicates of touches, driving her into a frenzy state.
She knew he was holding back and it had been days since she was out of the infirmary, not counting the days she'd spent there, dreaming and daydreaming of him and his touches. She'd spent a week there! When was he going to understand that she was more than ready to be shagged? She wanted him; wanted him hard against the wall, sprawled in the floor, tied up to their bed. Shite, she was even ready to have him in Snape's classroom a few days ago…
She had tricked him there one night and made sure she touched all his sensitive spots before trying out her most recent research. She even whispered the details of how she was going to suck him off. He had almost choked when he heard her, and she'd felt his growing arousal in between their clothes. But he had stood his ground; pushed her on arm's length, and given her the most pathetic of excuses before leaving her in the classroom all by herself. Disappointed and utterly frustrated, not to mention feeling slightly hurt and rejected.
After giving it an awful lot of thought and consideration, Hermione had come to the conclusion that he was still worried about her, and that's what had kept him alive all this time. But she wasn't going to let him treat her like a porcelain doll for any longer!
She was going to smack some sense into him if necessary. She had waited so much for this weekend, she had dreamt and fantasized about all the things she'd do to him and all the things she wanted him to do to her; but he wasn't letting her so much as get a hold of his belt.
And he kept distracting her with those sweet kisses. When had he learned to kiss like that? Like she was the most precious thing in the world, like he could breathe through her alone and was trying to absorb all of her being through her kisses; and his touches, the way he was holding her as if trying to envelope her, like if he were trying to protect her from something. He was driving her insane.
That was how she had understood that he was still worried about her, consciously or not, and he was trying to convey it through his actions.
Or so she thought. She couldn't understand him, Draco wasn't caring, he wasn't sweet or loving, and they weren't even in a relationship! Not one that she could define as such, since they were only supposed to be together for sex and now they didn't even have that, it was scaring her more than he could tell.
She had started caring about him more as time went on and maybe she had let herself grow fond of him more than she should have, but how could she not? She couldn't just shag someone and then forget about him the next day! His kisses and touches followed her around all day. And she had started to learn things about him; the things he liked, his preferences on food, his hobbies, his opinions about life; what he expected from his future. Merlin, she had even started to enjoy his twisted sense of humour!
But she hadn't deluded herself. She knew what she was to him. The obnoxious git was taken with her, but that didn't mean she could open her heart to him. Or at least she had tried not to…
She was so confused now.
And she needed him. She wanted him. She had missed him. What the heck, it sometimes seemed like years had passed since they had sex, and it was so unfair the way he was torturing her…
"I want you." she said breathily between the kisses, trying to lower her hands to his pants, only to be stopped by his hands yet again.
She gave an infuriating sound between the kiss, as she felt him pull her hands around his neck.
"Draco" she was whining now… what had he reduced her to? An inane wanton hussy?! Arrgghh…
He just continued kissing her.
"I swear Draco, if you don't bed me right now, I'm going to go and shag the first bloke that crosses my path." She huffed.
She felt him smirk in between the kisses. Ok, so maybe she just wasn't that type of girl, and maybe her insecurities still played a major part in her actions and feelings. Did he have to be so smug about it?
"I'd like to see you try it, see how many blokes I'd turn into slugs before they ever crossed your path, Hermione" he whispered in her ear before he kissed her right below it.
She shrieked, "What the heck is wrong with you?! I'm fine! Can't you see that?! I've been fine for over a week now and you won't even let me touch you. Don't deny it! That inane excuse you gave me in Snape's class proved it!!"
He tried to advance on her again, but she raised a hand to stop him.
"Why don't you want me?! Or is that it?" A sudden light turned on in her head as she said it and she didn't like the way her insecurities were making her feel but in a way it made everything make sense "You just don't want me anymore and don't know how to let me down easily. Is that it?" she gave a trembling sigh holding one hand to her chest and the other at arm's length. How stupid have I been? "'Cause it's fine, you know. I'm not going to hold it against you." Her voice trembled slightly, she didn't like the way it sounded and she thought she needed more time to have this processed, she felt like she was suddenly thrown into a pool of ice.
She gulped and took a step back, trying to further the distance in between them, "I just want the truth, Draco." she ran her hand through her hair. "I don't want you pitying me," she was looking very anxious. "Or is it that you're afraid Harry will do something to you? 'Cause you don't have to worry about him, I'll tell him-"
"Will you stop your nonsense already? I've never been afraid of Pothead." He cut her off.
"Then it's-" but he cut her off again, closing the space between them.
"Oh, do shut up. I've been dying to have you!"
"But you've been avoiding all my advances and -"
He captured her lips, pulled her into his arms and placed her legs around his body, showing her just how much he wanted her. It eased, to some extent, the gnawing pain growing across her chest. She excelled a breath through the kiss, she knew she shouldn't have felt like that, even if he had wanted to end things, why should she be so upset over ending a relationship that she hadn't even wanted to start in the first place? It was all too twisted and she didn't want to reflect over it, not right now that she could finally feel him responding, not now that she could have him one more time. One last time, a voice whispered in the back of her head and she extinguished it. Not now! She didn't feel ready to deal with it now.
He started to carry her towards the bed and she felt like she had finally won the battle. The pain in her chest slowly disappeared as they closed the bed and she was no longer hearing that hunting voice.
He lowered her to the bed, still kissing her in that delicate and maddening way of his, melting her body and making her feel like goo. This time he started to take off her blouse and she wanted to scream with joy. She circled her arms around his neck and caressed his back pulling him closer to her.
He placed kisses along her jaw and some more on her neck; he was caressing her midriff and started nibbling on her ear making her shudder beneath him. She was entertaining her hands in his soft hair, running her fingers through the fine silky strands.
She raised her legs to his hips trying to bring him closer to her but he lowered himself to her and buried his face in her chest making it impossible. He drew her away from the bed to him to take off her blouse and then her bra. She was tugging at his clothes, trying to get them off him as quickly as possible too.
"I need to feel you." she panted and he distanced himself enough to pull his shirt off. She relished on the feel of him beneath her hands, running them over his chest, his shoulders, his back, his arms and every part of his skin she could reach, while he was still locked between her breasts, worshiping each of them, making her crazy with need. She couldn't understand how he could hold himself so; she was dying to have him inside of her…
"Draco… I need you" she said making him groan while he was licking one of her nipples, the vibrations sending tremors along each nerve ending on her body, her hips jerked upwards.
He moved down her body and after removing her knickers he buried his face under her skirt in between her legs, giving long licks along her slit. She started writhing uncontrollably, the two hands he'd kept firm on her hips started running over her body, caressing every part he could reach while he buried his tongue as deep inside her as he could reach and gave long licks. He kept burying his face back in a frantic manner, devouring every part of her, his nose stroking her clit while he did so.
She exploded. With a majestic collection of colourful flashes running across her eyelids, it was one of the best orgasms she'd had, probably due to all the pent up sexual tension she'd been carrying with her all this time.
He was still fondling her folds. Her hands were still tangled in his hair. She was so aroused by the sight of him, he was achieving the impossible; he was exciting her all over again.
She was holding him with one hand now, pulling him unbelievably closer, her other hand fisted in the covers. Oh, I'm going to come so hard again…
She cried out his name when she came on his face once more. But Draco never stopped lapping at her juices vigorously, making her excitement rise yet again! It was as if her body didn't understand he was trying to kill her. He was so good at making her body betray her.
As he pulled up his face between her legs and started nibbling and giving small bites among her thighs, she started to beg. Her brain, barely recovering from the throes of her orgasms, started to realize what he was trying to do. She had not won the battle after all.
"Draco… please…" but he kept himself buried between her thighs, taking her to ecstasy all over again…
"Draco… I want you…" she was whimpering.
"You have me." he whispered on her clit, making her body quiver in pleasure.
"No… I mean … arghh!" She was moaning uncontrollably.
"Draco, please… I want you… inside of me…" he inserted a finger in her and started rubbing her g-spot, making her come undone in a writhing mess. She just couldn't do anything anymore…
After licking her clean he raised his head and, still looking at her, he started licking at his fingers, his face flushed, his eyes full of lust, his hair a mess. He was a sight to behold. "Still want more?"
"That's not… what I meant…" she said trying to catch her voice "I want you… you inside me…" her voice was so weak, she doubted he had heard her.
"I don't know, love." he leered, "You look pretty tired to me."
She groaned and let her head fall back, resting on the bed, "I'll have you Draco Malfoy… even if it's the last thing I do!" she panted and heard his chuckle on her still sensitive vagina…
She felt him raise himself and wrap a blanket over her, whispering a spell to dry her perspiring body.
"Lie with me." she grumbled, sleepily.
"As you wish, Mione." he said and pulled her closer to him, her head and hands wrapped around his chest.
"Bastard…" she whispered before sleep overtook her.
"Sleep tight, Mione, sleep…" he responded hugging her close while playing with a lock of her hair.
*
When Hermione awoke, he was already changing into his Quidditch uniform. Green was definitely his colour.
"You were going to leave me!" she accused.
"Hardly. I was going to leave a note; I'm already late for practice."
"I'm not forgetting what you did last night." she warned him.
"You mean giving you multiple orgasms?" he was sponsoring a cheeky grin as he avoided the pillow she threw at him.
"You know perfectly well what I mean, Malfoy!"
"Back to surnames, are we? If I'd known that giving you pleasure would irate you so much I wouldn't have come here in the first place. Although I must admit it was quite worth it…"
"You can't hide forever, Draco." she said while sitting in the bed. "You better watch your back from now on." and she raised her naked self and walked towards him, enjoying the way his eyes travelled along her body. She gave him a deep kiss and let him wrap his gloved hands on her waist as he hugged her close to him. She could feel his growing desire.
"I'll get you back when you least expect it." She said and pulled back. Let's see how you mount your broom with that, Draco… she thought as she went to pick her own clothes.
*
Just how she was going to get her revenge was a sudden epiphany that came to Hermione sooner than she had expected it.
"Blimey Mione, you look good today. It's almost as if that week in the infirmary was actually a week in the spa." Ron exclaimed. "See Harry? I told you, there was nothing to worry about…" Oh, how she loved Ron; he had taken her recovery so well. If only Draco and Harry could have reacted the same way…
"That's hardly what you said." Snorted Harry, "As if you didn't spend all your afternoons there as well…"
"Well, I was looking after you, mate; you were acting like a zombie in there. Sometimes I thought that it was you that should be in the hospital wing, not Hermione."
"As if you weren't worried too, Ron"
"Thank you guys" Hermione smiled and took a sit next to them, she needed to ask for a favour.
"Harry, do you still have your invisibility cloak with you?"
"Yeah, it's in my trunk"
"Can I borrow it?" Hermione asked hopefully
"Yeah, what for?" Harry was suspicious.
"It's kind of personal. Do you mind if I take it now?"
"Not at all, just don't get caught."
"Oh, I won't" she said with a peculiar smile on her lips as she quickly rose from the table taking a piece of toast with her. She had to go to the boy's dorm to get the cloak.
She wondered if she would have to wait long for the Slytherin team to finish practice…
*
Draco entered the showers last. He had to take all the balls back and arrange the next practice with the Ravenclaw captain. He took his uniform off and put it in his locker after pulling his towel around his shoulders. He was thankful to be the last one in the showers; he would finally have the time to get himself off since Hermione's little stunt that morning…
Draco wasn't sure why he couldn't bear the thought of having her again. Maybe it was because of how he had taken her the first time. He just couldn't bring himself to try again; he was too afraid he'd lose control somehow and hurt her. It was too much already to be reminded of what he had made of her first time.
He entered the largest cubicle and turned on the showers. Putting one hand on the wall and the other around his shaft, he closed his eyes letting the water cascade over his shoulders as he stroked himself…
*
Hermione had been waiting, sitting in one of the corners of the room. She conjured one of her favourite books and charmed a silencing spell around herself. Lately all the wandless magic she'd been practicing was coming to her with ease. She guessed it was one of the effects sex had on your body and mind. She'd read somewhere that the more you indulge on the activity, the more your body blossoms and it was a good therapy against stress.
Although she didn't think that it could all be true. She had definitely started noticing more attention brought to her these past days, but none from the boy that had been the object of her attentions.
After a while the doors opened and the Slytherin team started to rush through the room, turning on the showers and filling it with steam. She placed a floating charm on her and tried to get as far away from the steam as possible, as the slytherin team entered the change rooms in a loud gush of voices; started to take their clothes off and wrap towels around themselves to enter the showers. She tried to be as polite as possible and put her head in her arms.
Of course from time to time she would have to sneak peeks to see if their obnoxious captain had arrived and then force her head down again. She hadn't thought through this part of her plan very well, and she was only human after all. 'Who would have thought Quidditch could be so good for the body too?'
When all the team had left and she was about to give up and crawl back to her dorm, he finally entered through the door.
She stayed as still as possible and saw him take off his clothes. Now his body was a sight… she thought as the last slytherin exited the room.
She sneaked into the cubicle before him and watched him close the door and hang his towel there. She was behind his back when he turned the showers on and the noise allowed her to charm off her clothes while he concentrated on touching himself. She felt herself positively drooling at the sight of him pleasuring himself, with water streaming over his luscious body.
Still covered by the cloak, she kneeled in front of him, watching him stroke, eyes still closed. She had never seen him do that. She had always been available to him when he needed release. Obviously he had decided otherwise these last few days.
She felt mesmerized by the view. She pushed the cloak off her head and licked the tip of his shaft making him take a shallow breath. She placed her hands on his hips and engulfed him with her mouth before he could pull away.
She traced her tongue around the head and switched between licking and suckling, slowly, savouring the feel of him between her lips, gradually taking in the velvety skin of his shaft. He had stopped stroking so she took his hand off and travelled her tongue along his length, all the way down and up again before taking him again. She was starting to like the way he felt on her lips, it was an addictive sensation to arouse him more and more and feeling him twitch right beside her.
She had read about it, but certainly never thought that's how it would feel. She felt empowered and wanting more of him with each lap. If this is how he felt each time he did it to her, she was starting to understand how he never seemed to want to stop.
She started cupping his balls the way he liked and running her hands over his thighs and pelvis as she continued moving her head back and forth.
Hermione tried taking him deeper in her mouth.
He was still as a rock so she decided to start stroking him with her hands as well. The cloak had fallen around her shoulder blades.
She thought she could hear him whimper, but that couldn't be it, right? Draco didn't whimper. He growled, moaned and gasped with desire, and he certainly didn't just stand there when he was aroused, and she could see and taste and feel just how aroused he was… 'Why isn't he doing anything?' She had imagined that he would take a hold of her hair and guide her, or pull her to him and take her roughly against the shower wall, or at least thrust his hips forward to her.
But his lack of reaction wouldn't stop her, she had come for him and she was going to have him. She was dying to taste him.
She felt him tense and make more unbearable sounds. She still couldn't understand why he was holding himself back. She could see his fists turning white at his sides, and, well there he was, grunting again, she knew he was close; it thrilled her even more, making her ministrations all the more hasty, she felt him twitch and moments later, felt his hot seed spill inside her mouth. It was so much it almost spilled out from the corner of her lips.
It was so arousing. She kept on stroking his shaft and licking him clean. When she finished him, Hermione licked her hands, trying to capture all of his drops. And when that was over, she started to plant soft kisses on his skin, making her way up to his body, nibbling through his stomach. He still tasted salty.
She was caressing his arms and goading him to move. She traced her hands down to his still strained fists and tried to lift them to her, pulling them towards her body while showering him with kisses, as if competing with the water around him. As she guided his hands towards her neck and down her shoulders to her breasts, she finally felt him release his tense demeanour and start moving them on his own, making her gasp.
*
Draco was having the wildest hallucination ever; he was watching and feeling Hermione's mouth around him.
He had been fantasizing about that exact thing before it started; at first he had just felt her tongue on him. He opened his eyes to take a deep breath and then, for a second, he couldn't see his shaft and, as it slowly came into vision, so did Hermione's face, engulfing him with her mouth. It was the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen, and he had never really seen her do that.
His mind was playing with him in the most agonizing way. The worst of it was that, when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything but her face. And the more he felt around him, the more he wouldn't see of himself. The water was shaping her body as it run, but he still couldn't see her body…
He could feel her tongue lapping at his shaft after moving his hand away to the side. It was the most real fantasy he had ever had. He didn't dare to move or try to touch her in fear it would disappear. So he kept his hands in fists, trying not to move and slowly, as if a veil was being lifted, he started to see her glorious naked body.
As the figment of his imagination started to make him feel the most delicious things, he tensed all over and tried to be as quiet as he could. He didn't think he was succeeding; it was all so unbearably pleasurable. And when he couldn't hold any longer, he came in her mouth. He saw his feverish vision lick him clean, and then start lapping at her hands licking each of her fingers! He didn't think he could have imagined a sexier kitten than that!
He was painfully waiting for the hallucination to be over when it started to kiss him, and he could feel the butterfly kisses she was giving him. His kitten was being so sweet with them as if she was trying to sooth him.
It was making him hard again. He hadn't thought it possible, but he didn't really mind being wrong.
And his kitten was goading him to touch her, caressing the back of his hands against her skin. It felt so real. He slowly tried to open his fists and caress her skin. And he discovered that he could.
Maybe after this was over he'd end up in St Mungus but he frankly didn't give a – oh she was kissing him now and pulling him close. The way Hermione did. He groaned. He could feel her breasts make contact with his skin, her hands circling his neck. Her hair, previously sheltered from the shower by his body, was starting to get wet and so was she…
Draco, after having resolved his epiphany about being able to touch her, started to grope her in every place he could, making his kitten give mewls of approval that were captured by his very anxious mouth.
He started showering her with kisses. His were hungry and voracious kisses, compared to the ones she had given him; he was frantic about touching her, still terrified she'd disappear any moment. He lifted her from the ground and clasped her legs around him while pressing her against the wall.
He needed to have her, all the pent up tension he'd undergone with Hermione was making him crazy. All the things she'd told him in Snape's classroom, the way she writhed beneath him the night before, her beautiful, beautiful sounds. Why couldn't she understand that he just couldn't take her, not after being the cause of so much of her pain? Maybe that was why the kitten was here. Maybe it was a way for his brain to make him finally find release. Who cared if he was going mad in the process?
He didn't care anymore. He was determined to have her. He couldn't hold himself any longer. He took everything he could from her, her breasts, her waist, her hips; he captured her moans and made his kisses deepen. She became just as frantic as he was and started begging him to enter her. And when he did, he could swear he saw her glow even more, as his kitten basked in the pleasure of having him. He thought even her hair gave light! It was probably his feeble mind, and not the kitten, that was making him see things. It had been so long… He started to thrust into her with force and felt her clutch at his shoulders and moan with pleasure. The kitten was getting wild and desperate, urging him to go faster moaning his name as she did so, just the way Hermione did.
Her hair was growing wild. She was positively shining as he could feel her walls close on him, milking his release as he came and could feel the kitten following behind. He didn't stop thrusting against her as he knew now she wouldn't last for long. She would probably start disappearing the same way she had come to him.
But she didn't and just petted his hair as he rested on her shoulder. He lowered her to the ground, both panting as he did so. She was looking at him apparently unable to voice anything after being so loud.
He smiled affectionately at her and kissed her soft lips one more time. He was about to say more when a voice interrupted him from outside.
"Hey Malfoy! Are you still there?"
Draco sighed and turned towards the voice, feeling the shower stop its flow as it usually did. He wrapped the towel around him and went for the door. He took hold of the lock and then turned one last glance towards the now empty cubicle.
He'd known she wouldn't be there any more…
He opened the door to face Goyle.
"Blimey Draco, you look as if you'd flied all the way to London and back. I thought practice was over an hour ago!"
*
Hermione had quickly collected the invisibility cloak and draped it across her naked body, hoping Draco would get rid of the intruder as soon as possible. She had felt as if he had wanted to tell her something. She couldn't understand the last look of sadness Draco had given her before exiting the cubicle, she'd find out later; something was definitely amiss…
But after the recent event, she was determined to have more of him again. After all he owed her so many nights now…
*
Draco had a very tiring day. By the time he hit his bed his nerves were on edge. He had gotten used to look for Hermione when he was like this. She used to relax him and listen to all his complains about the stupidities his house made him deal with. She would always be interested and always give out a handful of opinions that would result in endless teasing from him.
He couldn't do that anymore. Every time he approached her or even looked at her, he would get a raging hard on that would barely let him walk.
And so he kept his sulking to his bed, closed the curtains around his bed and muttered a silencing spell to start with his recently formed routine; masturbate.
He was just about to unclasp the buttons of his pants when he felt her again.
His kitten materialized before his eyes, this time wearing one of Hermione's pyjamas on her. He groaned, taking her in his arms this time with more confidence.
His kitten was startled by his action. He smirked. "You're back…"
"Says the boy who's been avoiding me all week." she said between kisses.
"Now kitten, you know I can't have Hermione again. You wouldn't be here otherwise."
"What – are you – talking about?" Hermione said interrupting his kisses.
"Draco wh-" He covered her mouth again suddenly anxious of her taste. He ripped her clothes off making her yelp in surprise.
"Merlin, I need to have you. It's been too long", he said taking a nipple inside his mouth, running his fingers through her curls and neck one hand caressing her midriff.
"But we just - this morning" Hermione said between gasps. He was biting at her and she couldn't make head or tail of what he was saying. Did he really think she wasn't Hermione? Who else would she be? And why would he let anyone polyjuiced into her body in his bed? But his talented fingers stopped any probable rage following that thought, or any thought at all in fact.
"Hush, kitten" he said and she obliged. She decided she'd let it pass; it wasn't the first time he didn't make sense during his trysts.
It was like the first time, he was wild about her, grasping, touching, nibbling and groping everything he could, telling her what to do to increase the excitement. She'd missed the way he commanded her like that.
When they were finished they were tangled among the covers of his bed. Still trying to catch their breaths he pulled her to him, and nuzzled in her curls taking in her scent.
"Don't go yet."
"…not going anywhere." she breathed.
"Good, I want you to sleep with me." Draco said, tucking her in his bed and resting on top of her. Very close to her face, he was looking at her as if studying her.
"mmm, not afraid someone will catch us in the morning?"
"Hardly, I doubt they'd get to see you any way." he said as he kissed the tip of her nose. "You'd probably disappear like this morning."
"Draco, why do you think you are imagining me?" Hermione said with a confused look on her face.
"I don't know kitten, I thought that it might be because I'm going crazy, maybe I just want to have her so much that I created you to help me bear the need."
She was looking at him with her brows furrowed. "But why can't you just have me?"
"Because kitten, I don't want to hurt her."
"But that's exactly it, Draco you've never hurt me. Not even in that alley. You couldn't bring yourself to be vile even then…"
"But I did hurt you. I sent her to the hospital wing, she almost died because of me" Draco was starting to get a slightly crazy glint in his eyes… They had a different twinkle, like he knew it was all a lie, but at the same time, he was fervently wishing that it wouldn't end. He looked… insane.
"No Draco, you saved me. If it weren't for you, I might indeed be dead or worse!"
"But kitten, it was my fault she ended up there in the first place!"
Hermione was growing frustrated, it was worst than her arguement with Harry. Draco wouldn't even acknowledge her as a person; he was treating her like a delusion!
"Hush it, kitten" he smiled at her, kissing her brows. "You're not going to convince me now."
"But Draco-" oh for all that was sacred in this world not those kisses again!
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A/N: Hello there guys! I don't think long A/N work so I'll try to keep it short:
I edited almost all the story.
I NEED to hear what you think about the changes (I tried to heed to the suggestions you guys made on reviews)
I'm asking you to be blatantly honest this time and tell me if you think the extra stuff ruins it (no matter how harsh you are)
I also need to know which ones are your favourite scenes, so I can try and seek the muse that inspired them...
This time I'm begging. PLEASE REVIEW! I'll give special treats to all those who do (Meaning I'll answer individually to as many questions as I possibly can, regarding the plot twists you've seen. All you have to do is voice your opinion; tell me if you think Draco is too OOC, if you'd like a certain situation to happen, if you are slightly confused about what's going on with the characters or simply mention the scene that you liked the most)
Thank you very much for reading this.
Love
Di
A/N: The thing about having two betas as wonderful as mines is that they make me feel worst than some plagiarizing monster trying to take credit for work that is not mine... I've been thinking about changing my penname to Kath_and_Casey...
Well there you have it... I hope you enjoy it and let us know what you thought in a review.
