Ch 13: Lonesome for You

The first two days of being in the house where the Order of the Phoenix operated and held headquarters was interesting for Draco, but as he noticed more and more Hermione's absence he was became more uneasy. He saw her occasionally at meal times, but more often than not she was chatting with someone about some element of being held captive by the Dark Lord and his cronies which generally resulted in someone being hexed for being flippant about being held prisoner. One night in particular, Draco witnessed some new recruit get hit with three different stinging hexes when he remarked that he could handle anything the Dark Lord wanted to throw his way and didn't really think Hermione should whine so much.

"Don't ever say anything about what you don't know," Hermione warned, pulling her wand out of her jeans. The kid looked so terrified that Draco knew he would have fainted in the presence of Voldemort if Hermione's threats were that awful in his view. Of course he knew better than anyone that Hermione most likely wanted to put some distance between herself and her captivity. He only wished that it meant talking to him as well. He decided to try and talk to her after nearly two weeks of being ignored.

Draco found her in the library at midnight, looking thorough a large book without any indication of subject matter. She was in front of a roaring fire with tea on a table by her side and didn't notice when he walked into the room. He cleared his throat as he moved closer to her, hoping not to startle her. She looked up curiously and a faint smile passed over her lips as she lowered the book to the table. "Hello," she greeted him.

"Hi…I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten about me," he said with a weak grin, hoping that he didn't sound too desperate for her attention.

"I'm sorry," she replied with a sigh. "I guess I've just been caught up in briefing the order on the layout and strategies I experienced while I was in your house. Not that I'm all that much help."

"Have you told them about…"

"No," she replied quickly. "I don't think it's all that relevant to the cause."

He swallowed, sensing that her answer wasn't completely true. "Right. Do they know anything about Potter and Weasley?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"I don't know…they won't tell me much. I suppose they're afraid that I'm under some sort of imperius curse and the Death Eaters will get information out of me…"

"That's stupid. They know that I escaped the place with you. Didn't Snape tell them about…" he started.

She cut him off, however. "They don't exactly trust Snape…and they're not sure about you and your mum yet either. So it's possible in their minds for me to be a double agent or something unwillingly."

A pang shot through his heart as he realized that the people surrounding him thought that he was possibly trying to get information for the people he now hated. "You don't think I'm…questionable, do you?"

"No. Not at all," she replied a bit too quickly. He stared into her large chocolate eyes, searching for some kind of answer he knew she didn't have.

"Ok. Just checking. Are you going to tell them about us?"

"Us?"

"Yes, us," he replied, feeling a bit worried. "As in you and me."

"I don't know if we should tell them Draco. I don't think it'll sit very well with them if they were to know that we've had a physical relationship. We can't say anything until they're sure about me, anyway."

"We still do have some kind of relationship," he said, "don't we?"

"Of course. I know…I haven't been very available, but…"

His lips cut off any explanation that she was about to give and she melted into him. She twined her arms around his neck and allowed his tongue to claim all of her mouth. Several moments later, they broke apart to breathe and he looked into her eyes once more. "I'm in love with you, Hermione Granger. Planned or not, we've got something special."

"I'll second that," she breathed, kissing him lightly on the chin.

Draco grinned. "Would you like to keep this up here or do you want to take it upstairs?" he asked.

"I don't know if we should," she said, biting her lip.

"Continue?"

"Just because anyone could walk in on us…"

"Which is why I suggested going up to your room…or mine. Either way is fine with me." Draco grinned charmingly and her resistance melted.

"But I'm supposed to be going over some things…"

"You can do that anytime…"

She bit her lip again, working through the decision in her mind. Finally she smiled up at him and he laughed. "I'll have to do this in the morning, though."

Draco had picked her up, however, not concerned with her work. He carried her bridal style up to the second floor to her bedroom and dropped her onto the large pile of soft blankets. He tossed some protective charms at the door and turned his attention back to Hermione, who was stripping the both of them fairly quickly. Within moments they were completely naked and he was sliding into her slick heat. They both moaned at the delicious contact and Draco began moving inside her at a leisurely pace.

"I've missed you," she moaned into his neck as he thrust powerfully into her body.

"I missed you too," he replied, picking up his pace. She felt too good for him to hold back very long. As he pushed deeper and harder into her body, she convulsed around him, adding more friction to his thrusting. He spilled his seed into her and kept going, wanting her even more after he knew her inner walls were soaked with his sperm.

"Oh, Draco! Draco!!!!" she practically screamed as he pounded into her body. He kept going, hard and passionately until neither could take it any longer and he was once again pulled over the edge by her orgasm. As they lay tangled together he kissed her temple and whispered "I love you" once more.