Chapter Ten: You're Killing Me

i almost thought I wasn't going to be able to update this week... who knows for next week though. here is a chapter for you guys! btw... thanksgiving is REAL SOON... so, Happy Thanksgiving! (craving potatoes and gravy now)


Hermione ran, and ran, and ran. Until, she couldn't take any more running, and apparated back to the Burrow. She launched herself through the door, where Ronald was just about to exit through, and latched to him like a leech needing blood. She didn't speak, nor would she let Ron, and she only remembered kissing him harder than she had in a while. Events following led to losing articles of clothing and barely making it to the bedroom before Ron sheathed himself inside the needing body Hermione gave to him.

Hermione stayed on top of the redheaded boy for, she estimated, at least two hours, pleasing him and making it known that she too needed to be pleased in return. She rode Ron like she had never done before, like a true champ, and she would not let him be the dominant one this time. Hermione's nails left tiny pink scratches along Ron's chest, his shoulders, and even his back when she'd forced him to stand while they made love. Not that Ron really minded. All the attention he was getting made up for all the attention he'd never gotten before.

She still could not shake the thought of Draco's kiss from her mind, no matter how hard she rocked her boyfriend, or how many times she orgasmed and kept riding despite it. All her thoughts of Draco made her see him several times during the whole act. Hermione had to learn to shake it off, and close her eyes. Which didn't really help that much at all.

Draco. It was all she could think about.

How dare he kiss me like that. How dare that pompous git of a prat kiss me and then expect me to melt into goo at his will… I will never be like that again. I will never fall in love with Draco Malfoy like I did years ago. Hermione kept telling herself. She was at her end again, and soon Ron would reach his climax as well. She would make sure they finished simultaneously, even if she had to make him (or herself) hold back.

Ron moaned excitedly beneath Hermione, often reaching up to cup her breasts. His moan turned into protesting ones every time Hermione smacked him away, but he decided he might as well not ruin the moment. What with his libido being stimulated (in more ways than one that afternoon), he might as well enjoy the ride, and ask questions later.

If he even remembered how to ask a question in the first place.

Her last orgasm made Hermione shudder pleasantly, although, when she opened her eyes, Hermione had to fight the urge to call out Draco's name. She was in the moment, and she rode out their ends, while milking Ron to let all of himself flow into her. She gasped, he gasped. They then fell into a sweaty embrace, clinging to one another as if they had run a full marathon… or two.

"Well… that was… brilliant." Ron breathed, stroking away curls from Hermione's face, kissing her cheeks adoringly.

Hermione forced a grin at her boyfriend, and laced her fingers with his. They used to fit so perfectly, and Hermione looked perplexed that they didn't look or feel that way this time. She let out a sigh of disappointment. He's already ruined it. She echoed inwardly. How could she ever truly look at Ron the same with the daunting secret of letting Draco kiss her… even if it was unintentionally. It was not like Hermione told him to kiss her. It was not like she kissed him instead. Hermione bit the inside of her lip, unable to speak to Ron.

"Everything okay, 'Mione?"

She, despite the obvious guilt that poured into her stomach, nodded, kissed Ron, and snuggled close to his chest. He's so much more callus than Draco is…

"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger."

"I love you too, Ronald Billius Weasley."


"Do you want to move up the wedding?" Astoria asked her fiancee, stroking the back of his hand sympathetically.

Draco shook his head slightly, and paled at the thought of just why Astoria would suggest it. He felt as if he could throw up again, after having done it so many times previously that day. It was getting dark outside, darker with each passing minute. He looked over at the little knick knacks his mother had collected over the years. Still in their rightful places, still in order of which Narcissa liked them. He felt tears pricking the crooks of his grey eyes.

Astoria leaned in and pressed her forehead against Draco's, cupping his cheeks in her tiny, cold, palms. She looked so sincere, so caring, but Draco knew that she didn't really want to stray from the originally set wedding date. It was already printed on the cards… Draco had no interest in dabbing anything already done.

"Rubbish."

"Not. Draco, your mother is going faster than we suspected… since she has lived six years longer than the doctors anticipated… we assumed that she would live the rest of her life like normal. Fools like us did not contemplate that something like this would happen." Astoria pulled away, checked her manicure, and crossed one leg over the other.

She always made sure she looked good, no matter if she was home, or bustling about in the crowds with Daphne and Pansy, which she was doing too regularly.

Both Pansy and Daphne were in the other room, and Draco had taken it upon himself to leave, unwilling to deal with such grating company in the calm before the storm. The fact that Astoria was inviting over guests without Draco's consent now infuriated him. He wouldn't speak up. At least not when he felt like he was about to lose his mind without her help. Draco was slowly, progressively realizing that Astoria might not be the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It all started the moment he realized how much he missed those curly brunette locks, and warm brown eyes.

That thought has always been in the very back of my mind.

"Keep your wedding date." Draco said a little harsh.

Astoria stopped staring at her nails for two point five seconds, to take a careful glare at Draco. She looked as if he had, literally, ripped her head from her shoulders. She was shocked, and for no real reason.

"Don't you want your mother-"

"my mother is dying."

"Yes… but she might be able t-"

"I'm not taking her out of St. Mungo's. She has more care there."

Astoria twisted her lips into a most hateful, hurt frown. She stood from the couch, and rose her arm above her head. Draco watched as she contemplated slapping him, and was amused to see that she would actually try. He reached and snatched Astoria's wrist.

He would not let her act like a bloody fool in his house.

"It's unattractive when you act like the world is ending because nothing is going the way you want it to."

"I was only suggesting!"

"And you proceeded to strike me. Well, not in this house, not while I am still with you." Draco said, angrily, through his teeth.

Astoria wrenched her wrist away, bowing her head, "I'm sorry."

She was pulling the innocent card on him, like she would do whenever she'd upset him. He sighed, inwardly rolling his eyes at her. All he could do was take Astoria into his arms and stroke her hair. He needed an excuse… a cover. He needn't let her know that he was thinking about the same girl he had left her for the first time.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled to the shell of her ear, "Just nerves. Move the date if you want."

Astoria was so pleased with Draco's sudden change of heart, that she pulled away enough to be inches from his lips. She pulled him in for a hot kiss, which led to the both of them making love in the den… while their friends sipped tea in the room just across from the two of them.


Draco… your balls dropped up until you sucked 'em right back in. Sigh. I guess I kind of need him somewhat whipped when it comes to Astoria. You know?

As for Hermione, we all know she won't be able to stop thinking about Draco… and that will drive her mad. What's to come for the two? What about Ginny's pregnancy?