Once upon a time Chapter 10: Perfect Magic, a harry potter fanfic

Perfect Magic

Author's Note: Here's another one!! Just felt the last chapter was too short. Enjoy.

Warning: There is content not suitable for anyone 17 and under. PLEASE SKIP THE END IF YOU ARE 17 AND UNDER OR ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC/SEMI GRAPHIC MATERIAL. (To the rest of you, enjoy;-D )

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'Well two can play that game' I thought to myself. I stormed off the dance floor, said goodbye to a surprised Harry and Ginny, and apparated to my flat. I stormed around, muttering to

myself while changing, then sat down and let it all hit me. There where three things I was fairly certain of; Oliver Wood was infatuated with me, Draco was an ass, and I was more

confused then I ever had been before. If you add all of these up, what does it equal? Oh yes, that's right; alcohol.

I sat there on the sofa and conjured a bottle of fire whiskey. I spelled it so it would refill its self should I finish it. And then, I started the binge drinking. I drank for tonight, I drank for the

past, I drank for Dumbledore, Severus, Lupin, Tonks, Mad Eye, Fred, Sirius, and of course, Ron. I drank for Oliver. And, I drank for my guilt. Things never quite turn out the way you expect.

I thought at the end of the war, Ron and I would eventually marry, have children and careers. And yet here I was, all these important people gone from my life, and one of old enemies in

love with me. Oh it was the grandest pity party ever thrown! By the time I finished the bottle, I couldn't see straight. By the time I finished the second, I could no longer move. I lay there,

crying, ashamed of, and yes, disappointed in myself.

I was so preoccupied with my own misery I didn't hear the POP of someone apparating into my flat. One minute I was wallowing in my misery, the next I was being yelled at by Draco.

"DAMN IT ALL WOMAN! What the fuck is the matter with you? I thought we were going to try and turn over a new leaf, and then you tell me to leave you alone! Well? Aren't you even

going to answer me?" he asked.

"DRAAAAACCCOOOO! What're you doin here? I din spectta see you gain. Want some?" I ask, trying to point to the now full again bottle. He looked from me to the bottle and then looked

back at me, and alarmed expression on his face. "How much of that have you had?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "I dunno. It's wonnerful though. Want sommore" I replied, trying to

reach for the bottle again. He, of course, reached it before I could even sit up and threw it across the room, shattering it into a million tiny shards. "ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF?

What in the name of Merlin's beard do you think you're doing? Drinking solves NOTHING!" he yells a me, breathing hard as he comes to sit by me. He pulls me up into a sitting position and

lets me go, only to have to grab me as I fall forward. I start giggling uncontrollably. There was really nothing else I could do. "Oh Draco, really. 'M fine. I feel WONERFUL! I'd feel better if

you fixed my bottle though. Please…I'll be your eter…etern…slave forever" I say, trying my best to look alluring. I'm sure it was a messy sight. "Hermione. First of all, you will not having

anymore to drink. Secondly, I don't want you to be my slave. Thirdly, what the hell caused you to lose all control of your senses and drink your weight in fire whiskey?"

It was like cold water was thrown at me. I sat up straight and looked at him, staring deep into his grey eyes, so familiar to me now. I was surprised at what I saw in them. Concern, anger,

hurt, exhaustion, and yes, love. "Draco, I…I'm sorry. I know how you feel about me, and I know how hard you are trying to be my friend, but…I don't think I can do it. There's always going

to be something I do or say that is going to hurt you, or piss you off, and then we'll be right back here, with me drinking way too much and you coming back and trying to fix things. You're

always going to want more from me then I can give. I think it would just be best if you let me go."

He stared at me for a long while before he said anything. "Don't you think I would have by now if I could? Do you think I LIKE being hurt by you every time I turn around? That I like being

jealous over a man that you are simply friends with because he's taking you out instead of me? I've tried to let you go. It's hopeless. I love you Hermione Granger. Have for years. I know

you still miss Ron. I do. But don't you think it's time for you to move on? He's always going to be in your heart. But there is room for me too, if you just try to let me in. I've been so patient.

Please don't sit there and tell me it's all been for nothing. Please" he begged his voice low and filled with so many suppressed emotions. It hurt me to hear him like this; proud, strong

Draco Malfoy, reduced to groveling at my feet. "Oh, Draco. Please, don't do this. I'm not worth it. Can't you see that? You deserve a woman who would die if she hurt you, not be the

source of that hurt. A woman who would stand proud at your side, not have you at her feet. A woman who is so in love with you that you push all others from her mind, not one who will

always partially belong to a dead man. I just don't think I can ever be that woman" I said, tears running down my face silently.

We sit there and stare at each other, neither sure of what to do or say next. Finally, he takes my face into his hands and wipes my tears away. "I may very well deserve those things. But I

need you. It's as simple as that. I could never be happy with another woman. I wouldn't even try. I would rather spend the rest of my days alone then try to find a replacement for you.

Use me, abuse me, and hate me. Just don't send me away again." As he said this, something inside of me broke. I looked at his face, turned down now, which had come to be more

familiar to me then my own, saw the raw pain and anguish, and knew I had to choices. I could either send him away, knowing that if I did, he wouldn't come back, or I could give him a

chance. On one hand, I didn't ever want to put myself into a position to have my heart ripped out again. On the other hand, I couldn't stand the thought of never seeing him again.

"Okay" I answered. His head shot up in surprise. His eyes searched my own, trying to find a million different answers in me. "What do you mean okay? Okay, you're done with me, you've

had enough, or okay, you'll give me a chance?".

"Okay, I'll give you a chance. Just don't expect too mu…."I started, but was abruptly cut off as he covered my mouth with his own. He was

so gentle, so careful, as he kissed me. Softly he stroked my face as his lips possessed my own. He broke away for a brief moment to look at me again, his eyes a soft glowing silver. He

smiled a little grin, and then swooped back down onto my lips as if he was a starving man feasting on a banquet. Gone were the gentle caresses. In their place were lips and tongue,

demanding entrance into my mouth. His hands were roaming from my arms to my chest and back, pressing me hard against him. He laid me back onto the sofa, pulled my nightgown off of

me, and sat there staring at me. I blushed and turned away from him, trying to cover my breasts with my hands. He pulled my hands away and kissed each. "No, my love, there's no need

to hide from me. You are perfection to me. Plus I have already seen it" he said, a bit of his old cocky teasing tone slipping in. I slapped his hands away and sat up. "Draco, please slow

down. There's still more we have to talk about before we go any further." He sighed, but handed me my night gown back. I slipped it back over my head, and then surprised him

by crawling onto his lap so that my legs were across his and my arms were about his neck.

"Well, what is there to talk about? I thought it was a done deal" he said, talking softly into my hair. "Well, there is the matter of what exactly we are going to call this. Are we fuck buddies,

are we dating or do we just have no need for labels? "I asked him, stroking the back of his neck. "Don't ever refer to us as fuck buddies. It is vulgar and not what I want with you at all. I

was thinking more along of the lines of dating. I want to shout to the world that Hermione Jane Granger is my girlfriend. Well, I would like a different title, but I won't press my luck" he

said with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes. I just shook my head at him.

"Alright, dating it is. I just want you to know that I do care a great deal about you, and you already know how

attracted I am to you. I just hope that will be enough" I said, my face buried in his neck, deeply inhaling his scent. "As long as I can hold you like this, it will be enough. Trust me; I love you

enough for both of us. Now, where were we before I was so rudely told to stop….." he asked as he pulled my night gown off of me again. He leaned over and placed me of the sofa, then

covered me with his body. His hands and mouth were everywhere, devouring me, taking my passion higher and higher. At one point I got annoyed with him because I was completely

naked for his enjoyment, but he was still in his suit from the wedding. Digging my hand in the couch, I grabbed my wand and silently cast a spell, and laughed when he stopped what he

had been doing because he was now naked. "Vixen. You will pay dearly for that" he mumbled to me before he grabbed my hands above my head, pinning them there, making me his

captive. His mouth left mine, and travelled down my neck to my breasts, to kiss and lick each. His tongue felt like wet velvet on my nipples, and I groaned when he moved from them. But

that wasn't his final destination. He travelled lower, down my stomach, past my belly button…down, down, down…..and then I screamed. I felt my world unraveling all around me, colors

and lights everywhere. And then he made it happen all over again. I don't like to compare, but as Draco thrust into me, I knew I had never felt this out of control, this wild, this hot for Ron.

What we shared was pure and true, and I would never forget that. But it was the love of childhood. What I faced with Draco was so purely adult, it almost frightened me. Almost.

As he was buried so deep inside of me, he stopped for one moment and looked at me with so much love and passion I nearly wanted to weep. "I love you Mione, and I ALWAYS will". He

began thrusting again, and again, harder and harder. He braced his weight on his elbows and pushed the hair out of my eyes gently cupping my face. I closed my eyes at all of the

emotions and passion I felt. "No, Hermione. I want you to look at me as we come. I want to see it in your eyes and want you to see it in mine."

I opened my eyes wide, staring right back into his. And then….it happened. Together as one, we found our release. It's hard to describe the feeling. It was perfect magic.

A/N: Haha finally they are together again….and I think that's how they should stay. I think I have only another chapter or two before I end it….let me know what you think please??!!

Ria 