A/N: Ha! You don't even know!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned this shit… But I don't.
Chapter 10- This Magic Moment
It seemed the Slytherins had missed the Gryffindors as much as they had missed them; because no one even cared to mention anything about McGonagall; there were no apologies, no explanations as to why they had pretended the other pair didn't exist… none of that was needed.
By the way they kissed each other- each pair kissing passionately before the Gryffindors switched laps- it was apparent to them all that the four hadn't been happy about the sudden, silent separation. It was obvious it weighed on them, especially once Draco grabbed Hermione up, the witch wrapping her legs around his waist, and he started to carry her to his room.
When Harry let Pansy's lips go to watch the other two retreat, the green tie witch grabbed her wand from her pocket and locked the portrait, and then cast a silencing charm as Harry backed off and stood before her. She smiled up at him as she stood, and he grabbed her up by the arse, and they copied the other two before following them through Draco's open bedroom door.
Upon entering, the raven-haired pair watched for a moment as Draco pushed Hermione's back against the wall to the left of the bed; twining her fingers in his before he moved them above her head, pinning her to the wall and leaning down to kiss her.
Harry set Pansy on the floor, and he turned her around to face the others, placing his lips to the back of her neck to whisper,
"I think the two of you missed us…"
"Don't look too far into, Potter," Pansy responded, waving her hand, which only made Harry raise his brow from where he stood behind her. "We just missed the way you fuck us."
Harry could only smile as he noticed Draco pull out his wand as his lips were locked on Hermione's, suspecting the man had something up his sleeve- which Harry could sympathize with- and the raven haired man grabbed Pansy by her hips to turn her to face him, saying,
"I'll take that," he kissed her.
"You'd take more than that?" She asked, pulling away to look up at him with questioning dark eyes. From his peripheral vision, Harry could see Draco where had begun to charm Hermione, spread-eagle, against the wall, before he smiled at Pansy.
"I think-"he brought his hands up to snake into her hair to keep her facing him "- that I would take anything you'd give me." He forced her back against the wall, and Draco moved to use the same charms on Pansy as he had Hermione.
The witches' eyes widened, and Harry smirked and stepped back, Draco doing the same. The blonde gave Harry a few nods of approval, before the raven haired man continued to the Slytherin witch,
"But I'll settle with taking what you are already willing to give." He waved his wand and spelled their clothes away; the garments landing in a draped pile over the desk near the door, leaving the witches bare.
The women's eyes widened and both men grinned, which made Hermione roll her eyes and say,
"You two tossers are made for each other…" She was annoyed, but she was also beginning to feel the tingle in her core at being restrained, and naked, by her wrists and ankles; against a stone cold wall that made her nipples harden and her skin to prickle.
"Merlin's shoes, Potter!" Pansy said, astounded. "Where did..? Wait- I was going to ask where you learned that shite, and I realized your girlfriend is an encyclopedia."
"No. This is all him," Hermione said, not wanting to be lumped in with that Martian! Said Martian's green eyes glinted with smug pleasure; and she wanted to both kiss and kill him.
She and Harry had… taken… to tying each other up. There had even been a little pain; Hermione suggesting he do so as a way for her to get over being tortured. It had helped… having someone she loved, and who loved her in return, cause her pain she enjoyed; rather than someone who hated her, who she loathed, cause her excruciating pain she thought she'd never forget.
Harry had helped her with that, and she trusted him… And the way that the dark haired man stood next to his blonde counterpart screamed trust. Or, at least a level of familiarity that meant that neither could truly surprise the other; and that somehow looked like trust. They could trust the fact that they knew the other, even if from afar.
Now, the question remained:
"What are you playing at, anyway?" Pansy asked. They shrugged, and Harry looked to Draco to ask,
"What were you playing at?"
"I'm not entirely sure. I was just trying my hand at something from your playbook," Draco said, looking from Harry to Hermione, to Pansy, and back to the smirking Gryffindor man to say, "I wouldn't have ever guessed that either of you would be into bondage…"
"You can thank your aunt for that," Hermione growled, ignoring the look Pansy gave her, whatever it may be, to glare at the blonde. He almost flinched; if you didn't know Draco Malfoy, you would think he hadn't responded at all. But Hermione knew… so did Harry… so did Pansy…
The three stared at Draco before he said,
"I don't understand how that has anything to with-"
"I had to get over being held against my will somehow. I had to get over being tortured somehow." Hermione said, not sure how being stuck to a wall had turned to this conversation! Well- she supposed it could be within the realm of possibilities, but she hadn't wanted to tell them… at least not yet!
"Gods… You are a genius," Pansy said, and Hermione spared her tiny a smirk, and said,
"138…"before turning back to Draco, who said,
"That is an interesting way to cope..." He put his hands in his pockets and he tilted his head at Hermione; the look he gave her making her core clench once more. The feeling had dissipated once she'd talked about Bitchatrix The Insane; but Draco's amused smirk, that also hinted at lust, made Hermione feel powerless…
She had decided she liked that feeling, just as much as she liked holding the power. Draco doing it to her, though… it felt so wrong!
But she liked that too… the "wrong".
"This is good," Harry said, crossing his arms and grinning at Pansy, saying, "Your turn. How do you cope with the fact that everyone hates you?"
Hermione's jaw dropped, and though she didn't look at the other witch, the Slytherin witch did the exact opposite. It matched Draco's face, which read, "Say one more bloody thing, Potter!"
Harry's face read, "Try me, fuckers. Now spill."
The room was quiet for moment while neither the Slytherin witch nor the Gryffindor man said a thing; the game ending once one cracked and spoke first. Hermione glanced to Draco, trying to writhe in the silence, who looked back at her with his lids lowers; which softened when they noted Hermione's worry.
It's not that she didn't want to know what Pansy had to say about that entire situation… it was just that Harry always had this way of saying some shite to a person! You know?! His ability to be honest was often too brazen…
Speaking of brazen:
"Accio Pansy's wand," Harry said; the witch's wand flying into his hand from her robe on the desk. He spun it between his fingers before inserting it- handle first- into its owner. Pansy was pissed, but Harry could tell that this move broke her a little. He watched her legs tremble as he pushed it in the first two inches, saying,
"Hold it."
She did, clenching her walls around her wand; whether out of surprise or want, no one knew.
No one…
Harry stepped back and looked to Draco; the blonde was struggling, and Harry wanted to grin even wider than he was already. This was better than "getting on with it" to Harry, because he now had a bit of permission to grill the two Slytherins. Sure, they could do it in return, but they'd been fucking with him so long he hardly felt it anymore.
He was like the Karate Kid (Daniel-san) when it came to them. They'd harassed and picked for so long, there was little they could say to Harry that sparked anything but spite or pity. They'd done what they could before Voldemort, but now there was nothing they could do that would hurt more than what had transpired after Pansy opened her mouth… after Draco made so many shite decisions…
"I- you…" Draco was struggling; his face was pink, and he was fighting the urge to glare and the urge to smile at the same time. Harry could fix this; so he said,
"Accio Hermione's wand." It flew from her robes, and after passing the witch's wand to the blonde, Harry turned back to Pansy with a smirk, asking,
"How, Pansy? How do you deal with the fact that people still resent what you did? Hermione deals with the fact that people hate her blood, and her hate for Draco and his family, by letting me tie her down and fuck her face-" Hermione went red; bright fucking red. Ron red…
"-Harry!" Hermione shrieked, before she felt her wand in her mouth. She looked up at the Slytherin man with wide eyes, and tried to pull away from him. He grabbed her by the jaw, and said,
"Hold it."
When Hermione was released from the wall, she was going to officially be the one to kill Harry. And Draco… she'd wanted to kill him a few times; but he wasn't blipping on her radar like her Gryffindor comrade.
She tried to pull away from Draco and he pulled the wand from her mouth, only to move the handle to her opening; making the witch tremble as she felt her body responding to the invasion, despite being slightly annoyed by the situation.
"You should learn how to listen, Granger," Draco said before he looked to Pansy, and used the back of his fingertips to slap the side of her arse, "You too. The Head Boy asked you a question." Draco raised his brow at her.
"I- I- Draco!" Pansy snapped, before she glared at Harry, who smirked. "I- I don't." Harry's smirk faltered, and he looked at her quizzically. She repeated, "I don't."
"What does that mean?" Harry asked. Harry had an idea, but he wanted to hear what she thought it meant.
"I don't deal with it. I ignore it. What do you do? Does Granger bugger you with your wand, or is this something fun and exciting just for me?"
"This is for you…" He kissed her lightly, moving the wand in and out a few times, before leaning back to say,
"What you think of me-" he continued to move the wand in and out of her, bringing moans from her lips through her glare. Grabbing the wood below the handle, he pushed it into until his hand stopped his, "- has never mattered to me, Pansy. You can sleep easy- knowing…"he brought his thumb up to press into her clit, and she gasped before she moaned; he brown eyes trained on him all the while, "- that I no longer give a fuck about that; and that I haven't for a while.
"I don't want this to sound crude, or morbid, or smug, but who cares if it does?
"I am here… and Voldemort is not. Though I also choose to live in denial from time to time- the years before now lazing between some nightmare and a fucked up reality- I won't deny that this is helping me.
"I no longer hate you… You are helping me deal with the fact that things have changed. The war is over… and we are still here; still facing our demons…"
Hermione looked from Harry to Pansy to Draco; her heart beating like a war drum against every rib- every vein- in her body as her eyes locked onto the blonde's. The look on the Slytherins' faces said enough for Hermione to know that Harry was speaking for all of them…
"So…" Harry, said pausing and licking his lips; uncertain of whether or not he should say what he was thinking.
Hermione knew her best friend; better than anyone. Harry had gone from "The Man Who Still Listened to His Scar", to the gentle soul he usually was. Hermione knew this switch… and she loved it. She loved him, and his ability to be soft and beautiful, and then be hard and unrelenting, and then back; but still be the same person.
He was honest, and often times secretive; but he was loving and he brought those around him so much joy; but he could hate and he felt so much fucking pain…
She knew it was his years of being plagued by Voldemort, and the fear of living in his closet, and the constant good within him that recognized the light in another person that caused him to struggle... That was why he'd made Hermione speak on Draco's behalf; Harry knew that the Malfoy man was not all bite and venom; that he was a kid… Voldemort's "Chosen One".
An unfortunate child of circumstance…
"So…" Harry licked his lips, and looked at the now surprised- but softened- Pany Parkinson, saying, "… thank you for helping me deal. Even if you don't want to deal with this yourself." He pulled the witch's wand from her, and he sighed, because he'd ruined "the mood" with his Voldemort talk.
"No. Don't…" Pansy said, and Harry watched her face flush and her eyes flick down to her wand in his hand. Harry blinked, and felt his face muscles start the ghost a one-sided grin. She didn't have to say anything else, because he put her wand back, and pressed his lips to hers.
A/N: I know this song is a cover, but still... It's too good.
(This Magic Moment)
This magic moment
So different and so new
Was like any other
Until I kissed you
And then it happened
It took me by surprise
I knew that you felt it too
By the look in your eyes
Sweeter than wine
Softer than a summer night
Everything I wanna have
Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment
While your lips are close to mine
Will last forever
Forever till the end of time