I'm legit writing this just as I've uploaded the previous chapter... I JUST WANT TO WRITE!!! ps some smut in this so BE WARNED
Blaise and Luna looked around the corridor, walking to the end and back again, searching for any traces of where their friends had gone.
"There's no rooms that they could've gotten into and this house is like Hogwarts; you can't apparate in or out of it," Blaise said, pacing in frustration.
Luna stayed silent. She was still trying to comprehend seeing her mother. It couldn't be her- she was dead. She'd died when Luna was small- an accident. An accident that was horrible and traumatic. But she had died. She was gone. People couldn't just come back to life, even in the wizarding world. And she wasn't a ghost; she looked solid and real and angry.
"We should go to the dining hall and wait for Draco and Granger to show up."
"Do you know where we are?" Luna asked quietly. Blaise nodded.
"It's the same corridor, almost. It's a good trick but you can't change what's outside. We're on the south side of the castle now; the corridor we were in earlier was the north. We're on the complete other side of the manor."
"But we didn't feel anything," Luna said, "no magic no nothing. How powerful must that magic be?"
Blaise shook his head. "I don't know. And I really don't want to meet whoever cast it."
Draco muttered Alohamora at the heavy wooden door leading into his father's study, unsurprised it was still locked. He hadn't been in there at all, only once after the funeral to pick up some papers. But he'd never looked around properly; the room had always been off limits.
He pushed the heavy door open and let Granger go in first. She smiled at him and walked through quickly. He got a whaft of her scent as she moved and he inhaled like a junkie; the scent intoxicating to him.
"Wow," the brunette murmured as she looked around the room. It had a library above the office part that went around the room in a circle. A winding staircase lead up to the books. It smelled leathery and woody, red mahogany panelling giving the room a very intimidating feel. Malfoy walked over to the desk and immediately started rifling through the papers on top, searching for anything related to life after death.
Hermione climbed the staircase and said something about 'looking through the books'. After looking through the papers on the top of the desk, Malfoy moved to the drawers. His hands were fast and efficient, keeping up a rhythm of taking each paper out of the drawer, scanning it then tossing it onto the floor behind him. He was scared that if he stopped he would cry, that he would scream and yell and bellow at his parents for doing this. So his hands moved faster, faster and faster until his fist closed around a small notebook at the back of the last drawer.
It was black with a skull and a dove engraved onto the front. The skull represented death, the dove life. This seemed promising. "Granger!" he yelled.
"Have you found something?" she shouted back, her voice slightly muffled. He could imagine her sitting on the floor in between two shelves, books on the floor around her as her red dress pooled at her feet.
"Yeah I think so," he replied. He turned to see Hermione descending the stairs, her dress flowing like a queen's behind her. He smiled at her, a charming, sexy smile that let her know exactly what he wanted. Granger blushed as she walked over to him, carefully treading in between the papers in her heels.
She tripped however, on a paperweight that had found itself on the floor. She fell forwards and would've fallen if Malfoy hadn't had reached forwards and caught her, his hands grabbing her waist. Hermione looked up at him through dark lashes, breathing slightly heavily.
"Thank you," she breathed. That was all she managed to say before Malfoy smashed his lips to hers, turning around and wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her up onto the desk. She responded with equal amounts of passion, tracing his lips with her tongue before he opened for her and returned the favour.
She tangled her fingers in the downy hairs at the nape of his neck, the sensation sending electric pulses down Malfoy's spine. She was pressing her entire body to his, her hips thrusting forwards to meet his so they fit together like puzzle pieces. He kissed her harder; biting at her plump bottom lip and panting heavily as her nails raked against his back. She pulled his tux jacket off, running her hands all over his body as his mouth travelled to her neck; revisiting the spot he'd marked before. She gasped, her head tilting back in pleasure as she nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin.
"Draco," she moaned gutturally, gripping his head as he moved his mouth to the neckline of her dress, sliding the straps down so it began to slide down her shoulders.
Malfoy growled as the pale, unblemished skin was revealed, a strapless black bra all that was restraining her swollen breasts; tender and aching from her arousal. Malfoy unhooked the bra quickly, stopping to get a nod from Hermione before lowering his head to them. Hermiome almost screamed in pleasure as his hot mouth closed around her nipple.
"Malfoy," she breathed, holding his head against her breast.
"So fucking sexy," Malfoy growled against her chest, stopping only to say that before switching to her other breast.
"Don't stop," she groaned, one hand falling back to steady herself on the desk as he continued his torture, "Oh god don't stop."
Malfoy panted heavily, lifting his head before kissing her again, harder and faster than before, both of them sweaty and frantic as they clawed to be closer to each other.
Suddenly, the windows slammed open and a cold wind, along with sleeting rain, blew in from the cold night outside. Hermione gasped in shock as the rain hit her- she got the worst since her back was facing the window; she shielded Draco with her own body.
"Fuck," he growled, lifting Hermjone up off the desk and pulling his wand out, pointing it at the windows so they shut again. She sat on the floor, shaking in the cold. Draco collected his jacket from the desk and wrapped it around her.
"How did that open?" she asked, her voice wavering as her body was wracked with shivers. The room was cold now.
"I don't know. Those windows have never opened."
"It's your father," she said quietly, "he's angry because you're getting with a mudblood." Her voice cracked with emotion. Malfoy looked at her, his heart breaking slightly as he looked at the soggy brunette.
"I don't care about that Hermione," he said, kneeling down to her and meeting her eyes. "I don't." She shook her head.
"I can't have me making your parents hate you," she confessed, meeting his silvery eyes.
"You mean more to me than my parents," he said, his face raw with emotion.
Hermione hugged him, wrapping her still slightly wet self around him.
"Where's my bra?" she whispered into his shoulder. He chuckled softly.
"Not sure. Do you really need it?" he smirked.
"Yep," she laughed, standing up and walking back to the slightly wet table. She plucked the black bra from the table and Malfoy watched as she turned away from him, exposing her bare back as she put it on, her dress sitting on her hips.
"So," Hermione saud, turning round and holding up the little leather book. Malfoy had completely forgotten about that. "This."
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