A/N: So, it's a Tip of My Tongue Thursday this week. My apologies for the slight delay, I was entirely too burned out after a stressful week at work between last Tuesday and this week. My love and thanks to all of you who expressed concern for my wellbeing.
xx-Kitten.
Tip of My Tongue
By Kittenshift17
Chapter 27
Draco snogged her hard, knowing that if he gave her the chance to really think about how he'd strong-armed her into cooperating, she'd likely slap him or hex him for a fool. Stepping into her, he pushed the length of his body against hers, pressing her up against the bathroom door and sliding his knee between her thighs.
When her hands came up to knot in his hair and she snogged him hotly, Draco knew her temper was rapidly transforming into raging desire and he was only too keen to take advantage of that fact. Tracing her lips with the tip of his tongue, he almost chuckled when she parted them to grant him entrance. Merlin's beard, the zing of magic that shot through him when she traced her tongue against his almost brought Draco to his knees and he wondered if it was even legal to be this attracted to someone you wanted to strangle ninety-five percent of the time.
He didn't even have to think about it as he worked his hands under the hem of her pyjama top, tracing them over her soft skin and relishing the feel of her under his touch. He could tell she was still furious by the way she pulled his hair and bit his lip, but Draco didn't mind. Smirking, he pulled back from snogging her and trailed a burning line of kisses down the side of her neck.
"Bastard," Draco heard her hiss when he nipped her skin before suckling just hard enough to give her a love bite.
Despite the insult, she pulled at him hungrily and Draco knew she was as mad for it as him right in that moment. Merlin, he wanted to ravish her until he couldn't see straight. Shoving her harder against the door, Draco slid his hands down her back and under the waistline of her knickers, gripping her arse in both palms and grinding his cock against the junction of her thighs.
"You're such a git," she moaned, tipping her head back to give him better access and he laved her neck with nips and kisses before finding the sweet spot below her ear and tormenting it mercilessly.
"You fancy me this way," Draco retorted huskily, his worries and frustrations about her stubbornness and her safety sinking beneath a haze of lust that threatened to overwhelm him.
"Never," she huffed, though from the way she ground herself against him, Draco knew it was a lie.
Determined to ravish her, he didn't ask before flicking her knickers off her hips and watching them skid down her legs. Merlin's little green apples, he was going to hard-fuck the witch against the bathroom door until the bloody thing fell off, if he got his way. And he was Draco Malfoy. He always got his way.
"Did I say you could have me?" she challenged, pulling back a little bit and accidentally knocking her head against the door behind her even as she used her grip on his hair to pull his lips from her throat.
Draco raised one sardonic eyebrow at her.
"Did I give you the impression I was asking?" he drawled in retort and she narrowed her eyes on him hatefully.
"Such a bastard," she hissed before pulling his lips back to hers and snogging him soundly.
He kissed her hard, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting every part of her, desperate for more. He wanted to sink into her until every worry plaguing him went away and though he knew he had responsibilities beyond that bathroom and beyond making her come apart at the seams, for the time being he was going to prioritise his own selfish desire to ravish her until the ache in his groin went away.
She stepped out of her knickers to curl one long leg up around his hip, hooking it around him and pulling him closer even as she reached down to slide her hand down the front of his boxers.
Merlin's fucking cats, Draco feared he might come right then and make a complete fool of himself when she wrapped her hand around the length of his cock and squeezed tightly. She worked her hand up and down quickly, almost efficiently, and Draco found himself thinking that one of these days, when he wasn't so furious with her and when she wasn't planning to hex him the minute he let her loose – and maybe even when they didn't have other distractions threatening at every turn – he was going to have to teach her the art of slow, torturous sex. One day, he was going to show her the meaning of toe-curling pleasure. One day he was going to draw out every morsel of pleasure he could conjure within her, savouring every sweet sound and relishing every gasping breath she took.
Today, however, he was going to fuck her until the fizzing stopped and then he was going to chase down his sons, kiss them goodbye, and then hunt down his ex-wife and the psychotic bastard who'd kidnapped her. Today, there wasn't time for agonizingly slow seduction, and if he was being honest, today he just wanted to grind his cock into her until all the worry and fear and anger fizzing in the back of his skull found an outlet.
Smoothing his hand over her hip, Draco dipped it between their bodies, seeking the heat pouring from her core and threatening to scald his skin. Merlin, he wanted her. He wanted her more than his next breath, and the feel of her tongue tangling with his and her body so hungry for his own almost had him coming in his shorts. The way she pumped her hand up and down, and up and down, and up and down his cock so maddeningly, her fist tight, her grip firm but delicious, was going to drive him mad.
"Fucking hell, Granger," he muttered against her lips when he broke their kiss, dizzy and in need of oxygen lest he actually swoon thanks to her touch.
He'd never bloody live that down, he was sure.
She whimpered when he curled his hand to cup her sex, his fingers parting her folds and simply pressing for a moment. He kind of liked the way she ground herself against his hand, desperate for friction. Smirking to himself as he leaned in to kiss his way down the length of her neck once more, Draco burrowed his fingers inside of her, finding her wet and positively brimming with heat. Godric's gonads, he couldn't wait to bury his cock in that tight sheath. Granger whined against his skin, tipping her head as he licked at her fluttering pulse point even as he curled his fingers inside of her, beckoning within her and seeking that spongy little patch of flesh guaranteed to drive her wild.
"Gods, stop teasing, Malfoy," she moaned, bucking upon his fingers and writhing in his grip. Her hand tightened around his cock, pulling him closer by it and Draco didn't bother arguing.
Withdrawing his fingers from within her, he watched the way she canted her hips, intent on guiding him inside of her. Draco let her. Merlin, he had to count to one hundred in Gobbledegook just to keep from coming at the sight of her so wild and so needy. Her curls were beginning to frizz out of control at the tension and the magic building and bubbling under her skin and Draco couldn't resist burying his hands in the wild mass of ringlets as he pulled her mouth to his once more.
The slightly awkward twinge of trying to align their respective parts without looking was forgotten the minute he got the right angle and Draco swallowed her whine of delight when be bucked up into her, lifting her right off her feet with the power of his thrust as he impaled her on his cock. Gods, the heat was like nothing he'd ever known. Tight. Wet. Hot enough to make him think this must be what heaven felt like. Sweet circe, the velvet heat and the sweet, gripping hold of her body clutching his, desperately trying to suck him deeper until he bottomed out was almost more than he could bear.
"Fuck," Draco whispered against her lips, losing his concentration along with his breath at the glorious feel of being inside her.
Her only response was a sweet, breathy sigh and to dig her heel into his arse-cheek, demanding that he move. Gods, Draco wasn't sure he could. Withdrawing slowly was like exquisite torture and he began thinking he might have to re-evaluate his plans of one day torturing her into pleasurable madness. He wasn't so sure he'd ever be able to have this woman in any way that wasn't brimming with tension and heat and fury. Gods, what was slow, romantic love-making compared to a hard, fast, make-your-heart-want-to-explode-out-of-your-chest fucking?
He slammed back into her forcefully, certain her spine was grating on the door when he heard the terrible sound of it doing so, but he couldn't stop. Not now. Not ever. Gods, he could fuck her until the day he died. He wouldn't mind. Not if she would always be this warm and this eager.
"Harder," she breathed against his lips, panting as he worked to a fast-paced, ball-slapping rhythm. She'd gone up on her toes, desperately trying to cant her body to drive him deep, and send him plunging into her harder, faster, even more satisfyingly.
Draco scooped his hands under her arse, lifting her until she wrapped both legs around him. Gods, he hoped the boys didn't come running back into the bedroom. He'd have to tell them a Boggart had invaded the bathroom, with the way they were making the door rattle in it's frame.
He took her hard. Harder that he could ever recall taking a witch. He took her like he wanted to kill her, and like it might be the last time he ever fucked a woman. Merlin, for all he knew, it might be. Dolohov had taken a Vow not to hurt him, but what was to stop him flinging a Killing Curse when he was on the brink of death, himself?
"Fucking hell, Granger," Draco muttered against her neck before tipping his head back, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath coming in sharp hisses.
He could feel her body tightening around him, the tension mounting. He could feel the first fizzes of tingling fire licking through his stomach and sliding down his back. He could feel it gathering at the back of his neck and tightening in his bollocks.
"Fuck," he muttered, concerned he might come before he got her off if she didn't get a move on. "Fuck, Granger. You're so fucking tight."
She only managed a moan in response, her arms looped around the back of his neck, her fingers pulling through his short blond hair. She had her eyes closed, her head tipped back and resting against the door. Her face was pinched into a little frown and Draco almost lost control when she began rhythmically clenching her pelvic floor.
"Bloody hell, I'm going to come," he muttered, and he knew he was doomed when his words had her mouth pulling up into a wicked grin at the corners.
A low groan of effort tore from his lips and Draco wondered what kind if kinky she might be when goosebumps raced over her skin at the sound. She squeezed him tighter and Draco buried his face against her neck, kissing her skin desperately and leaning into her harder so he could worm one hand between them. She squeaked, a soft moan escaping her when Draco pressed his thumb to the little sensitive bean and the top of her sex, pressing it and beginning to work it in rapid circles he snapped his hips, hissing when the scald of heat that raced up from his toes made itself known. There was no holding back, now.
"Oh, gods, Draco," Hermione moaned softly, clamping down around him and squeezing oh, so tightly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Draco snarled, snapping his hips harder and plunging into her as deep as he could. He nipped her shoulder as the heat fizzed within him and shot free to coat her with a mind-boggling haze of lust followed rapidly by a wave of contented sleepiness that threatened to overwhelm him.
He leaned against her for a few long moments, breathing hard and trying to keep his knees from buckling. She loosened her hold on him slowly, carding her fingers through his hair and letting her legs unfurl from around him, apparently intent on freeing him from her folds and on cleaning up the mess they'd made together.
She didn't say anything as he let her down, untangling their bodies until he still leaned against her, but was no longer inside her. Draco wondered how he'd ever forgotten having shagged her when he impregnated her five years ago. He must've been absolutely paninied because there was no other way he could've managed to forget her. Oh, he'd known back then that he'd shagged someone – the pulled muscles and the claw-marks on his back had told him that much – but she'd been gone long before he'd awoken, and he hadn't really thought much of it beyond being grateful that his conquest of the night had the decency not to linger.
"Move, could you?" Granger asked, pushing against his stomach to create some space between the two of them.
Draco did so reluctantly and watched the way she crossed to the shower, turning the taps on before pulling her shirt off over her head. He wondered how tired and how contented she must feel that she was getting naked in front of him for what was, essentially, the first time. She seemed to have forgotten that he didn't actually remember ever catching sight of her in the fully monty before, and Draco wasn't about to interrupt the view by reminding her. He smirked a little as he turned more fully to appreciate the long, sinuous lines of her body.
Her hair was long, falling most of the way down her back, but Draco certainly enjoyed the sight of her pert bum when she drew the curls over one shoulder and stepped under the hot spray.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, recalling that he hadn't showered yesterday, even after wrestling with the kids when they'd been sick.
He didn't wait for her reply before stripping off the remainder of his clothing and climbing into the shower behind her, looping his arms around her slender frame and moulding himself against her back.
"You're going to get us caught out by the kids," Granger said quietly, tipping her head to one side and letting him dust kisses over her neck and the top of her shoulder.
Draco wondered if the mind-blowing sex had cured her of her annoyance with him for forcing promises out of her that she didn't necessarily want to make, or if she was just biding her time and waiting to unleash the venom of her anger at a later date.
"They'll be fine," Draco said. "The door's locked."
"They're probably terrified in the bedroom, thinking the room is haunted or something, what with the way we rattled that door on it's hinges," she said, leaning back against him and not seeming to mid that he was snuggled up to her while they shared the shower.
Draco was suspicious, wondering if she was feeling alright, given that she'd never willingly remained in his presence for so long without insulting him. Not to mention that he'd forced her to promise him she'd be reasonable in her pursuit of a cure, and she'd been threatening violence before he'd snogged her. He wondered if he'd rocked her world so thoroughly that she'd forgotten her anger, or if perhaps she was simply biding her time and intending to surprise him with retribution at some later moment.
"We'll tell them it was a Boggart if they ask. Hopefully they're running about the Chateaux somewhere and haven't noticed that we're otherwise engaged," Draco said. "Are you alright, Granger? Are you usually think quiet after sex?"
She sighed, leaning against him a little more firmly.
"I'm fine," she answered, inspiring absolutely no confidence in him whatsoever. "Tell me about this place. What do I need to know while you're gone?"
Draco shrugged. "Not that much. Anything you need; food; supplies; Chandy will get it for you. Just tell her what you're after and she'll handle it. I don't want you risking yourself by leaving until Dolohov is found, alright? Other than that, the outside is guarded by Beasts, and the doors and windows won't allow you through the lest you be eaten by those beasts."
"We're on house arrest, then," Granger surmised.
"Only until I return," Draco sighed. "And don't think of it like that anyway. Think it like you're on an extended holiday, and you're not allowed to do anything but relax and completely unwind. Don't look at me like that, either. It's for your own good, Granger. Dolohov might've taken an Unbreakable Vow that will hopefully prevent him from hurting me or the boys, but he could still kill you."
"What if he goes after my mother?" Granger asked, suddenly tensing in his hold. "He shouldn't have any idea where she lives but… oh, gods. I need to go and fetch her. I need to bring her here."
"I'll get her," Draco said immediately, suspecting that Granger would not survive the loss of her mother in her life. "As soon as I leave, I'll go to her place and put her on a portkey over here, alright?"
"What if he's already there? Merlin, what if he's already kidnapped her?" Hermione asked, turning in his hold and staring up at him worriedly, her tone growing more urgent by the second. She pushed against him, apparently intent on vacating the shower and rescuing the woman immediately. Draco sighed, knowing that meant that the after-shag snuggling was officially over.
"I'll get her back," Draco promised. "If he's taken her, I'll get her back."
Granger looked like she couldn't bare to just sit quietly where it was safe and where she couldn't do everything in her not inconsiderable power to protect her mother.
"Please go now," she said. "Gods, I can't stay here. I have get her, Draco. I have to."
"I'll go," Draco said, drying off with a flick of his wand before he strolled into the bedroom in his towel, intent on raiding the cupboards for something to wear.
The house was fully stocked with everything he and his parents, and indeed Scorpius and Astoria, too, could ever need or want and Draco was grateful for that fact as he dressed hurriedly while Granger began raiding the cupboard the things Chandy had unpacked from her trunk. He didn't bother suggesting that wait until after breakfast. If he didn't leave immediately, he suspected Granger would take off on her own and he didn't want to risk that for a single second.
"Come on," he said when they were both respectably clad in enough clothing to protect their modesty and cover all the fun bits. "Let me find the boys and say goodbye, and then I'll be off to fetch you mother."
"You will come back?" Granger wanted to know, letting him take her by the hand and pull her quickly down the hall, intent on finding the children.
"Not until after I find Astoria and kill Dolohov," Draco shook his head. "And fair warning, Granger, I'm going to have Chandy keep an eye on you while I'm gone. If she catches you breaking your promise, or working yourself too hard, she's got my full permission to do whatever is necessary to protect you from yourself."
"If you set a house elf on me, I swear to Merlin, Draco Malfoy, you will regret it," Granger snapped, narrowing her eyes on him.
Draco couldn't help the low laugh that burbled free of him at her fierce expression and she seemed both indignant and somewhat startled when he cupped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her into him and kissing her firmly on the lips.
"Never change, Granger," he said when he pulled back, grinning into her surprised face for a moment.
Before he could say anything else, the sound of two miniature wizards stampeding into the room filled his ears and Draco released Hermione just in time to be barrelled into by both of his sons so forcefully that the pair of little blighters took his right off his feet.
"Oi!" he protested, hitting the ground rather hard and immediately set upon by the pair of little ferals. "Watch it, eh?"
"Daddy, can we stay here forever?" Aurelian immediately asked, climbing all over him and inadvertently stepping on first his hand, and then uncomfortably close to his tender parts.
"Please, Daddy, can we?" Scorpius added his plea to the cacophony of sound two small children managed to make.
"Of course, you can," Draco nodded. "You three are going to stay here while I fetch your grandmothers – both of them – and you're going to take very good care of your mother, alright, Aurey?"
Aurelian darted a look up at Granger, who was looking on with a strangely fond expression on her face that rather gave Draco hope that she might warm up to him in time, after all.
"Where are you going, Daddy?" Aurelian wanted to know.
"Scorp's Mummy's in a bit of trouble, and I have to go and help her out," Draco told the boy. "Be good for your mother while I'm gone, and look after your brother, won't you? Scorpius, do you promise to look after Aurelian and Miss Hermione?"
"Yes, Daddy," both boys chimed, nodding their little heads.
"Good," Draco said before pulling Aurelian into a tight cuddle, hoping to Merlin it wouldn't be too long before he'd see them all again.
When he released the boy - who began squirming almost immediately after being pulled close – Draco hugged Scorpius, too.
"Run on and harass Chandy for something to eat, won't you boys?" he said, and he shook his head fondly when Aurelian instigated a race to see who could reach the kitchen the fastest even though Draco was certain neither of them knew the way.
Climbing to his feet once more, Draco regarded Granger for a moment in silence.
"Well," he said. "I'd best be off. I'll send your mother over as soon as I can."
She nodded, her eyes darting between each of his.
"You will come back, won't you?" she asked, frowning at him suddenly.
"'Course I will," Draco nodded.
"In one piece, Malfoy. Don't do anything reckless, alright? Dolohov isn't some magical creature you're Hunting. He's dangerous, he's volatile, and he's a lot smarter than I'm comfortable with. Don't forget that it'll be no easy thing to drag you're sorry, bleeding, burned, or poisoned self along home to me for healing, this time. It's an uncomfortably long portkey, at the very least."
"If he attacks me, he'll die."
"So will you," Granger said. "And if pushed far enough, knowing he's going to die regardless, he will take you down with him, Draco. Just… be careful, you hear?"
"Worried for me, love?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling at her fondly.
"I…" she bit her lip, her cheeks turning pink as she lowered her eyes to look down at her bare feet for a long moment. "I need you to come back, Malfoy. Just promise you won't do anything stupid."
Draco found it rather endearing, actually, seeing her so reluctant to admit she was worried about him, and he rather looked forward to the utter earful he'd catch when he returned at the end of this mess. He'd learned not so very long ago that every time she berated him for getting injured in the field it was because she was worried for him, but he got the feeling that this time it was a bit more than her usual amount of worry.
"I'll be back, Hermione," Draco chuckled softly. "And when I am, you and I might just have to convince those boys that this entire house is filled with Boggarts. Every single bloody room, yeah?"
She looked up, a grin pulling at the corners of her mouth, even as her blush darkened.
"You're incorrigible," she informed him.
Draco smirked at her.
"You love it," he said.
She shook her head at him, but she didn't stop smiling either. Draco leaned in and stole a soft, lingering kiss from her lips before pulling back once more.
"I'll see you soon," he promised, before activating the portkey on his pendant that would drag him back across the channel.
Granger's worried eyes were the last thing he saw before everything began to blur.
