A/N: I know I've kept you waiting for this update long enough, so I'll leave all my comments and such 'til the end. BUT! Before I do, I must do this
SMUT WARNING! SMUT WARNING! SMUT WARNING!
I'll also mark it within the story body so that those who do not wish to read it may skip over it.
Now…
HAPPY READING!
Chapter 11
"RUN!"
Draco ran as fast as he could towards the three people he had considered his enemies for years. Together, they tried to run from the quickly spreading fire. Together, they watched Crabbe fall victim to his own spell. Together, they escaped within an inch of their lives. And together, they watched the doors of the Room of Hidden Things slam shut, their hearts racing.
He took a quick glance at Hermione, who he found was already looking at him, smiling. He began to reach for her, but was suddenly interrupted by a flash of red. Of course, he thought. A Weasley had to come and ruin the moment.
He pushed this thought aside quickly as he and Goyle began fighting the two redheads. Percy, the former Head Boy, if he recalled correctly, and one of the twins; he never could tell them apart. But just as he thought he was about to be outmatched, all the corridor's occupants were blown back by a loud blast
It seemed as if everything was happening in slow motion. Hermione couldn't help but cry out whenever a spell came too close to Draco. Harry and Ron looked ready to hold her back. But just as she thought she would lose him forever, the wall was blasted from the outside. When the air cleared, her heart stopped, horrified at what she saw.
Fred – fun-loving, lively Fred Weasley, one half of the most brilliant, trouble-making duo to have ever graced the halls of Hogwarts – was dead.
Ron and Percy both let out short screams of anguish, but couldn't allow anything more. While it was obvious that Ron was seriously disturbed by what had happened, Hermione mentally applauded him for his ability to keep it together.
She quickly glanced around for Draco, but found that he and Goyle had fled. Slightly disheartened, but understanding why he had left, she helped Harry and Ron move Fred's body before continuing on. It was almost scary how automatic her defense spells went up as she ran though the castle, even under the Invisibility Cloak. Before she knew it, she was at the Whomping Willow. She took a breath before following in after Harry, saying nothing, her mind racing and a ringing in her ears.
Suddenly, Harry stopped and motioned for them to be quiet. The Trio strained to listen as Voldemort Talked to Snape. As she listened, she quickly realized…Voldemort was not the Elder Wand's owner! According to Harry's account of what happened the night Dumbledore died, Draco had disarmed Dumbledore before Snape came along and issued the Killing Curse.
Draco had been the Elder Wand's master. She felt some small sense of pride before realizing that Harry had then robbed Draco of his wand as well as Bellatrix's. She gave a quick glance at Harry, who seemed to have figured out the same thing. Then, before their very eyes, Severus Snape was attacked by the giant snake
Draco was running again. It seemed that all he had been doing for almost a year was run; if not literally, then figuratively. He really should have taken Hermione's advice and taken sanctuary with the Light Side instead of fighting against her. It was killing him not knowing where she was or if she was okay. But he continued on with Goyle, neither really trying to fight anymore. Just trying to make it out of there alive.
He stopped suddenly as Voldemort's voice rang through the air. He was calling back all his forces, but the two young Slytherins didn't move. It seemed as if they both made a silent agreement to not go back to that monster. Self-preservation was more important than this stupid war.
Draco and Goyle tiredly walked through the castle, no real destination in mind, when they finally happened upon the now abandoned Head Dormitory. Draco smiled to himself before looking up to find the one person he longed most to see.
"Hermione."
As soon as Harry left to meet with Lord Voldemort, Hermione cried. Ron held her for a moment before leaving to comfort his grieving family. But for that brief moment, she remembered what it was like to love Ron. It was so easy then and now it felt like an entirely different life. She watched the Weasley family for a moment, her heart breaking as she watched George mourn over the loss of his twin. After she could no longer take the pain of seeing her second family break, she walked.
She didn't really have any destination in mind. She just needed some time to herself and tried not to remember that she was in the middle of a war. It wasn't long before her feet took her down a familiar corridor and gasped as her brown eyes met grey.
"Hermione," he breathed. Before she could think, she ran the rest of the way down the hall and flung herself into his arms. She vaguely registered Goyle silently leaving, allowing some time alone for the reunited couple. She openly wept, wept for Harry, for Fred, for Remus and Tonks, for Dumbledore, her herself and finally for Draco. Draco just held her tight, as if afraid he'd lose her if he let go.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. She pulled back to look at him, puzzled.
"Sorry for what, Draco?" He sighed.
"For everything. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you and go with you and Potter instead of following my father. I'm sorry I didn't do anything when the Snatchers brought you to the Manor. I'm sorry Crabbe almost killed you and I'm sorry that Weasley died. I'm just…just…sorry, Hermione." By the end of his tirade, his eyes were misty and his expression anguished.
"Oh, love," she said, pulling out of his arms to take him by the hand. "Come with me." She led him though the door of the Head Dorms, the password never reset after they graduated.
Despite the damage to the rest of the castle, this room was relatively intact. She pulled Draco to the sofa and forced him to sit down while she went to the kitchenette. She returned shortly after, handing Draco a glass of water and softly ordering him to drink. He smirked at her bossiness, but softened his features to grace her with a smile as she settled down beside him.
"Draco," she started. He set his glass down, noting the seriousness of her tone, giving her his full attention. For a moment, she was silent and simply looked at him, taking in her fill of the boy she dreamed about for months.
"I missed you," she said simply. Draco pulled her forward and laid his lips over hers, feeling as if he had finally found his way home again. Hermione sighed softly in returned, feeling the exact same way. Hands moved slowly, lovingly caressing each other's bodies, slowly reminding themselves of all they had missed. Clothes were carefully discarded, strewn artfully onto the floor.
Draco lowered Hermione onto her back and kissed every single exposed inch of skin that he could reach. He stopped at her left forearm, gazing hatefully at the word inscribed there: Mudblood. Hermione purposefully stroked his forearm in return, where the equally heinous Dark Mark lay.
"Now we're both scarred," he muttered morosely. She smiled and leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"And now we're both stronger for it." He gazed upon her face, amazed by the strength of this wonderful woman.
"How did a bastard like me ever deserve to be loved by a woman like you?" he mused aloud, smirking and shaking his head. Hermione simply shrugged.
"Perhaps I'm not as smart as everyone thinks." Draco blinked at her comment before letting out a loud bark of laughter.
"Oh, you're going to pay that one, you cheeky witch." He proceeded to tickle her, but as she giggled and writhed beneath him, he was reminded of their nakedness. He stood abruptly and scooped Hermione up, racing up the stairs and to her bedroom, back to the place where they had first made love.
A/N: …AAAAAAND SMUT STARTS …
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He practically threw her onto the bed before laying himself beside her. He kissed her sweetly before whispering, "I missed you, too," into her ear. He made love with her body, first with his hands, then his mouth, and finally, he aligned their bodies, rubbing himself against her wet core. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her clenching around him, all hot and wet. She was so tight and he had to keep his own reactions in check, she felt so good. Then, finally, with a nod from Hermione, he began to move.
"You feel so good, Draco," she panted out. "It's been so long." It certainly had. He pumped in and out of her slowly, pulling out almost completely, allowing the head of his cock to tease at her opening before thrusting all the way in again. She came again with a long breathy moan.
Draco flipped them over so she was on top and Hermione rode out the last vestiges of her orgasm, grabbing his hands and placing them on her breasts. He kneaded and tweaked as she bounced on top of him, loving the sound of her moans. She came again as a well placed thumb came into contact with her swollen nub, screaming Draco's name.
He flipped them over again, rolling Hermione onto her back, before pulling her to the edge of the bed. He stood up, knees slightly bent, and thrust into her sopping wet core once again.
"Fuck, Hermione," he said through gritted teeth. "Can you feel how wet your are? It's amazing." He pulled one leg up so it was pressed against his shoulder. She moaned louder as his thrusts hit deeper, his strokes short and fast. She came one more time, seeing stars as she did.
Once more, Draco scooped her up and placed her in the very center of the bed. He resumed the slow thrusts, looking straight into her eyes.
"I love you, Hermione. You know that, right?" he breathed, his voice gravelly and raw. She simply nodded her reply.
"I love you and I'm never letting you out of my sight again. Do you believe that?" Hermione nodded again, on the cusp of orgasm.
"I want to marry you, Hermione, and start a family and grow old with you. Will you marry me, Hermione?" Hermione now had tears in her eyes, moved by the emotion she saw in his.
"Yes! Yes, Draco, I will marry you!" And with that, they came together, collapsing with exhaustion and smiles on their faces.
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A/N: And now it's safe to read. :]
After they dressed in comfortable silence, they walked back towards the Great Hall, hand in hand. Their faces became morose again at all the damage done. They made their way over to the Weasleys slowly, stopping to give their condolences to people along the way. As soon as they reached the grieving family, however, a commotion seemed to be happening outside. Hermione exchanged a look with Ron, who paled at what this could possibly mean. She clutched Draco's hand tighter and made their way outside. Unfortunately, it was Ginny who saw him first and had to be held back by both Ron and Mr. Weasley to keep her from running towards the dark lump Hagrid was gently placing onto the cold ground.
Harry Potter was dead.
A/N: So, I don't know about you guys, but this felt a little short to me. I don't know, perhaps it's because in my hard copy of this chapter, it's about ten pages long and here it's only about five. Eh, whatevs. ANYWAY, I hope you liked this long awaited chapter and I thank all of you for your continued loyalty to this story and, most of all, for your patience. I apologize for the late updates, but please continue to be patient as we are reaching the end of this long journey called "The Color Green." I've had the epilogue written for years, now and I just hope that the ending meets all of your hopes and expectations. Meanwhile, I will keep hoping that I will continue to have access to a computer so I can update soon.
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