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*TRIGGER WARNING: This story is rated M for a reason. There will be violence, abuse, sex, violence around sex, sexual abuse, molestation etc. I don't want my story to hurt anyone so please do not read if you are not okay with reading about those things. You are warned.
Chapter 26
"Please."
The please seemed to do something to Draco. Hermione relaxed slightly as Draco let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes and let a little of his weight go on her. He turned his face towards her shoulder speaking half into her pillow.
"Alright," he said, his voice muffled.
"Thank you," said Hermione and squeezed him tight. Somehow it meant so much to her to have him agree to stay.
And why does it mean so much? Her inner voice asked. She dismissed the question, needing to not think about anything else other than the fact that she was here and so was Draco and he had agreed to stay.
A moment passed the fear he would leave dissipated and Hermione became aware of Draco and the fact that he was there with her physically. She felt his heartbeat and realized it was fast.
Why is his heartbeat so fast?
You probably scared him with your nightmare and how upset you were.
He cares, her heart squeezed in her chest and she absently stroked a hand down his back. He stiffened for a moment and she wondered if she had done something wrong, but then he relaxed again.
As a few more moments passed she felt as his heartbeat slowed and then he took a deep breath in and shifted.
"Come on," he said and got up.
"Where are we going?" she asked, surprised at the sudden movement.
"To my bed, this pallet wasn't designed for two," he held out his hand to her and Hermione accepted it pulling herself up.
Draco climbed into his bed and lifted the covers for Hermione to join. She hesitated for the briefest of moments and Draco sighed and got out of bed.
"Get in," he said.
"What are you doing?"
"Just get in bed would you Granger?" said Draco tilting his head back slightly. "If that's what you want."
"It is, it's just...I want to be clear-"
"You don't want anything physical from me," Draco interrupted. "I know, its fine. I won't take advantage and we can put some sheets and a pillow between us."
"You're okay with all this?"
"It's what you need isn't it?" he asked.
"That wasn't a yes."
"It wasn't a no either," he said and looked at her. "Come rest," he said gently. "Feel better. I'll stay with you. You're safe with me."
You're safe with me.
The words rattled around inside Hermione's head for a moment before settling down inside her in a calming way.
No one else was around it was just her and Draco and she was safe with him.
Hermione climbed into the bed and wrapped her blanket from the pallet around her. Draco climbed back into the bed and placed a pillow between the lower half of their bodies then pulled her in tight against his chest. Hermione curled her back into him. He felt warm and solid and strong against her back. His chest rising and falling became almost hypnotic and her breathing strived to match his.
Time passed and Hermione felt the moment that Draco fell asleep. His body relaxed, the arm over top her became heavier and his breathing changed. She lay awake for another hour or so looking out the window at the cloudy night sky.
Hermione cuddled closer to him and felt the pillow between them. Somehow the pillow was both wonderful and terrible; wonderful because it made her feel safe and showed just how much he cared, and terrible because it reminded her how he didn't really want her.
The pillow between them began to embody everything between them and as Hermione lay there she began to hate the pillow.
A shot time later Draco shifted and rolled onto his back. Hermione rolled over so that she could look at him. The pillow got in the way and she picked it up and threw it furiously at the far wall. It fell against the floor with a soft plop and she wanted to scream at it and tear it apart She reached for her wand and then realized how ridiculous it would be to destroy a pillow with a wand and stopped herself.
She looked back at Draco's sleeping face.
You shouldn't want to be closer to him, she scolded herself.
What about Ron? Hermione rubbed her eyes. It was the first time she had thought about Ron in what felt like a while. She felt a pang in her chest. Sleeping in a bed with Draco. Was that a betrayal?
No its not because nothing is going to happen because Draco doesn't want you that way anyways.
But if he did…
If he did I wouldn't sleep here next to him.
I've never cheated. I'm not that girl.
What do you call kissing Draco after looking inside his mind?
Heat and shame rolled through Hermione. She hadn't meant to. She had just gotten so caught up in the moment and everything…
You and Ron haven't even really had a talk…its not like you're boyfriend and girlfriend right now. You're still mad at him for leaving you and Harry.
But he came back…
Hermione turned away from Draco facing the far window. This was all too much. She didn't want to think about any of the drama-any of the complicatation. Her world was complicated enough as it was living here as a prisoner just trying to survive.
It could be so much worse...she found herself thinking and she looked back at Draco.
Think of where you would be without him...
Dead.
Or worse... She thought of Greyback, she thought of Bellatrix and then she thought of Draco and how he had saved her from death and saved her from a fate worse than death. She had to figure out a way, when she got out of here, to convince her friends of the truth of Draco; that he wasn't evil, that he had saved her. Hermione let out a sigh shifting to the other side of the bed. she closed her eyes, praying for a dreamless sleep. After much tossing and turning fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, while sleep still had a firm hold on Hermione, her body sought out Draco. She rolled and shifted back to him wrapping her arms around his body. In his sleep Draco welcomed the touch openly and he turned into her so that they were both facing and holding each other for the rest of the night.
The wind in the oasis was soft and warm. Draco stood on the edge of the dock looking out over the water as the sunset glowed setting slowly in the distance colouring the sky in hues of orange and deep purple. Little white clouds floated catching all the colours so they looked like cotton candy in the air.
"Aren't you going to come in?" came Hermione's voice from bellow him and Draco looked down to see Hermione treading water just a few feet in front of him. Through the soft ripples of water he could see that she was clad in a soft white bikini with yellow daisies. It was sweet and sexy in an almost innocent way.
"I don't have anything to wear," he answered.
"Sure you do," she said with a smile. "You're wearing swim trunks aren't you?" she laughed.
Draco looked down to see that he was wearing a pair of long blue board shorts. Since he knew he didn't own anything that looked quite like the shorts he was suddenly wearing, a part of his mind let him know that he was dreaming.
It made him just a little sad.
He decided that he didn't care. If he was here with her, even only as a dream, it was a good thing..
"Jump in why don't you?" called Hermione with a wave of her arm. Draco smiled and took two steps and leaped into the water entering with a graceful dive. When he surfaced he whipped his hair around shaking the water off and looking at Hermione.
"Show off," she said with a wry smile and gave his shoulder a playful punch before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She smiled and kissed him. Draco kissed her back.
Suddenly they were on the couch on the island. The fire was blazing behind them. Draco fisted his hands in her hair and kissed her, but he couldn't feel her there with him. It was agony that he had her there with him but couldn't feel her in his hands. The sensation of touched dampened to the point of torture.
"Please, just let me kiss you for real," he said softly with his eyes closed. When he opened them again the scene had changed and he was laying in his bed with Hermione looking up at him.
"Draco," she said his name, her voice breathy as she blinked up at him.
Draco bent his head down and brushed his lips lightly across Hermione's.
This time it was like lightening had struck and Draco realized he was no longer dreaming. The arms wrapped around him were Hermione's arms. The pillow was gone and he could feel every curve of her body. Her legs were tangled with his, one hooked up and over his hip so that their lower halves were pressed close together. The heat was scotching. He was so hard it hurt.
She was everything, she was the only thing that mattered.
Reality sunk in.
What the fuck did I just do? Draco asked himself.
You just ruined everything, was his answer.
Only she didn't yell, or scream, or hit him. Instead, Hermione closed her eyes and with a small smile yawned and slumped back into sleep.
Draco lay their utterly shell shocked. How could she just go back to sleep?
Fuck.
Draco ground his teeth together. He couldn't move for fear of disturbing her. He was happy she hadn't freaked out or punched him in the face and wasn't about to push his luck.
Hermione shifted and Draco bit the inside of his cheek stifling a moan as she rubbed against him. Her warmth pressing against his aching cock. Draco's eyes rolled backwards and be blinked praying for control.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
She shifted again, making a little sound of contentment. Draco squeezed his eyes tightly shut and clenched his fists to tight the bones ached from it. He wanted to respond. He wanted to grab her hips and grind against her more firmly. He wanted to wake her up and kiss her for real. That brush of lips had sent electricity though him. He could only imagine what it would be like to kiss her the way he wanted to, to taste her mouth.
Physical heat began to increase between them as Draco's body went into overdrive from attraction and from holding back. Eventually, from the warmth Hermione rolled away from him giving Draco a moments sweet reprieve from the onslaught to his senses. Draco practically leaped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. When he closed the door behind him he began to pace like a trapped tiger. He went over to the mirror.
"What the hell was that?" he demanded of his reflection.
You knew sleeping next to her wasn't a good idea.
You could have ruined everything, he scolded himself.
But I didn't, he answered. And why was that? Draco began pacing again and then paused mid-stride.
Their were two logical explanations. Either he had kissed Hermione and she hadn't minded.
Ha fat-chance.
Or…She had been sleeping, just like he had thought he was. Her eyes had been open. She had said his name, but maybe…maybe she was dreaming too.
Then why did she say your name?
What was she dreaming of?
Draco went over to the sink and splashed his face with water then looked at himself.
You're going out of your mind.
He took a deep breath. He wanted to go back to bed. His arms ached to hold her again, but he couldn't; not like this. Draco looked down at the front of his Pajama pants. They were still severely tented. Shucking off the pants Draco walked over to the shower and waved his hand starting the waterfall flow of water. He stepped under the cool spray hissing as the cool drops hit his heated flesh. He closed his eyes and let the water flow over him. It was several moment until he realized that the coolness of the water wasn't dampening his arousal. His skin on his shoulders was cool to the point of almost shivering which made the heat of his arousal seem so much more intense.
Giving up on willing it away with his mind or the water Draco waved his hand and the temperature of the water rose to a much more pleasant level. Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He imagined Hermione standing there with him under the shower, her face covered in tiny droplets of water. He imagined her smiling, laughing., watched her hand go back to smooth her curly hair out of the way as the water began to soak through taming her wild curls. He imagined her hand reaching out towards him as she blinked at him. The fantasy froze and Draco opened his eyes staring blankly at the tile as the water traced little paths down to the floor.
What would she be like? He wondered.
Would she know how to touch him?
Had she touched many men before?
Or would he be the first to have those delicate fingers wrap around him?
"Fuck," he groaned at that thought. He knew it was archaic. He knew it was unfair to want to be the first; the primal side of his mind didn't care. The idea that he could be her first...her only. That second idea meant more to him. If he could be her only.
You'll never be her only.
Draco shook away the bitter thought.
You can imagine it though...
He closed his eyes again and this time he imagined something he knew-something more innocent:
He imagined her lips.
He brought his hand to himself; wrapped his fingers around his shaft in a tight grip. He imagined her watching him. Imagined her eyes looking straight at him. In his mind he saw her pupils dilated, her eyes darken, her lips part and then she kissed him.
Draco came in a great shuddering convulsion his hips jerking forward as he spurted onto the floor.
He kept his eyes closed as the little after-shocks rippled through him and he imagined her kissing him again. Little by little he let go of the overwhelming tension until he finally opened his eyes and reached for the soap to wash off.
Several moments later Draco stepped out of the shower and put on a fresh pair of pants. He towel dried his hair quickly using his wand to finish the job he went back out to the bed. Hermione was curled in a small ball and she was making tiny sounds of distress. He went over to her and crawled in to the bed next to her wrapping his arms around her from behind and holding her.
"Hush, it's okay," he whispered into her ear. "I'm here," he rubbed her arm gently pulling her body back against his. "You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Hermione mumbled something incoherent and then her body slumped as whatever was tormenting her vanished. She let out a deep sigh and slipped back into sleep as his little spoon.
A small smile pulled at the corner of Draco's mouth. He raised his head to look over at her. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, so Innocent.
"I…" love you, he finished silently, unable to say the words out loud. He dropped his head back to the pillow, closed his eyes and followed her down into the dark of sleep.
Draco woke as the first rays of morning light touched his eyelids.
He blinked slowly and breathed in the warm scent of Hermione. His soul felt a strange peace in that half waking state; a peace that made him, for one small moment, feel like everything was going to be alright. He wanted to hold on to it, and her, forever.
He blinked again and looked down at her. They were wrapped up in one another. Morning and her closeness brought to his attention that they were once again pressed intimately close. Once again, his cock, hard and ready, was pressed up between them against Hermione stomach. Draco took a deep breath.
I could get used to waking up like this.
Well SHE is not going to be happy if she wakes up to you like this.
Yeah, well...Apparently she likes this position, he thought back, since once again she was holding him with her one leg slung half across his hip.
Draco closed his eyes. He just wanted to stay for a little longer, bask in her warmth and the warmth of the morning sun.
Stop being selfish and get out of bed before she wakes up.
Being able to hold her like this all night is more than you ever deserved now get up before you ruin it by upsetting her.
He thought of the kiss. With great effort Draco extracted himself gently from Hermione's arms. She made a cute little noise and curled up nestling deeper into the covers. She looked so cute. Draco felt his heart squeeze.
He smiled a sad smile down at her.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
And I love you, he mentally added, then went and made three breakfasts.
Fred was up and waiting when Draco came to the room in his wardrobe.
"How do you feel?"
"Slightly like a snail without its house, but okay all things considered," answered Fred.
"What?" Draco blinked.
"I'm feeling sluggish," said Fred as if he were explaining to a child. "But good otherwise." Fred got up from the bed. "So do I get to see Hermione today?"
"Yes," said Draco. He wanted Hermione to see Fred-wanted her to be happy.
"Good," Fred clapped his hands together. "Food then?"
"Yes," said Draco, "Enjoy."
"Eggs Bennie, looks fancy. Your maid make this?"
"No," said Draco flatly turning away.
"House elf?"
"We don't currently have one," said Draco somberly thinking of Dobby.
"Your mum then?" Fred asked and shoved a bite potato into his mouth, clearly missing the tone. "Mmmm. S'good."
"No," Draco rolled his eyes emphatically. "My mother did not make breakfast for the member of the order I am secretly sheltering," the Sarcasm was biting. "She doesn't know you're here. It would be awfully conspicuous if I asked her to make three breakfasts."
"I suppose your right," said Fred and he took another bite letting out a second appreciative moan. "Well it certainly good, who ever made it," said Fred shoving a large piece of eggs Benedict into his mouth and smiling. "Very good."
"Well, I'm glad you like it. That means Hermione will too."
"No doubt," said Fred.
Draco went to the door.
"So who made it then?" asked Fred taking a sip of his juice.
"Me," said Draco before closing the door behind him.
Had he bothered to look back he would have been mildly entertained by the slack jawed expression of bewilderment on the Weasely Twins face.
Hermione was still asleep when Draco came back to the room and he decided to let her sleep in a little while. He made his way downstairs to his parents main library hoping to find some book on doorway spells. Instead he found Snape.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Delivering a package for the Dark Lord," answered Snape gesturing to a trunk.
"What's inside?"
"I have no idea," answered Snape.
"Right."
"And how are things with you?" Snape asked. "And…the girl."
"Fine," answered Draco "She continues to entertain me," he said loud enough so that if anyone was eves dropping they would hear him clearly.
"No one else it at home at the moment," said Snape. "Your father and mother left just as I was coming in."
"Did they say where they were going?" asked Draco surprised that his mother would leave without saying goodbye.
"To brunch I believe," answered Snape.
Draco processed Snape's words for a moment.
"If you don't mind I have a school to run," said Snape and he raised his wand to apperate.
"Wait!" said Draco.
"Yes?" said Snape turning his head.
Draco debated for a moment.
You can trust him, he told himself
You can't trust anyone.
He's on your side.
He's on the Dark Lord's side.
But he has vowed to protect and help you.
And how far exactly do you want to push that? He asked himself.
"What is it Mr. Malfoy," Drawled Snape.
"Goyle's family's house had these doors," said Draco. "That when you tapped on them with your wand would become passageways to somewhere else."
"And?" said Snape.
"And I want to know how to make one."
"And just why would you like to know that Mr. Malfoy?"
"Because I want to make one myself," he answered. "Times are getting more dangerous," he thought of the excuse on his feet. "And I want to be able to get away quickly if we come under attack again. You vowed to help and protect me, this falls under that umbrella."
"So it would seem," Snape inhaled deeply and straightened. "I am not personally familiar with the spells needed to create that type of passageway." he paused. "However, I do believe I there are volumes on the subject at Hogwarts. Since you seem to have developed an interest, and in the interest of preserving your life and health, I will do my utmost to bring them with me upon my return here."
"And when are you planning on coming back?" asked Draco.
"Soon," said Snape.
"Good," answered Draco feeling a little more calm. He would have a solution to at least one of his problems soon. Hopefully whatever magic was needed wasn't too far above his abilities. He felt his wand heat with his thoughts and reached down with his hand to touch the wand affectionately. Snape caught the movement and raised a brow but said nothing of it.
"If that is all…" Snape trailed off.
"Yes, thank you."
Snape gave a slow nod and then vanished in a whirl of black.
Draco stood looking at the spot where Snape had been for a moment and then went back up to the room.
He looked at Hermione, not wanting to wake her and disturb a peaceful sleep and yet wanting to wake her for the sake of her own happiness. Draco stepped forward and touched Hermione's shoulder.
"Wake up sleepy head," a voice pulled Hermione from the warmth of sleep.
"I don't want to," she said curling into her covers. She had had the strangest night. She had had some terrible dreams which seemed to stop before they fully took hold and she had dreamed Draco had kissed her. It had felt so real...and so right. It still kind of made her uncomfortable how much she had wanted that kiss and how much she had enjoyed it.
"You'll miss the surprise then," said Draco.
"Surprise?" Hermione sat bolt upright and her nose crashed off Draco's shoulder painfully. "Owwww," she said and rubbed it.
"I take it you like surprises then?" said Draco with a small chuckle.
Hermione frowned.
"It's not funny, that hurt," It did actually hurt a little.
"Oh poor thing, want me to kiss it better?" asked Draco.
Hermione froze for a moment at the joke, thinking back to the dream.
You shouldn't be dreaming things like that. She told herself. The protest seemed hollow even to her own mental ears.
Hermione chose to ignore the feeling and she smacked his shoulder instead. Draco laughed and then darted in giving her nose a quick peck.
Hermione sat shocked for second time. He was being playful…and he had kissed her nose.
Relax Hermione, he didn't mean it like that.
Draco was already half way across the room over at his table leaving her two options. She could make a big deal of the little peck on her nose or she could just accept that Draco, for some strange reason, was in a good mood.
"Okay," she said getting up out of bed. "What is going on?" she crossed her arms over her chest and Draco smiled at her. "I feel like I should be worried. Should I be worried?"
"No," said Draco a little more seriously, still smiling. "It's nothing bad, I promise you are going to like it. Now," his smile brightened. "Come eat your breakfast first and then I'll take you to your surprise."
"But I need to know why you're acting so weird."
Draco smiled mischievously.
"If I had only known," he said cockily. "That surprises were one of your weak spots before...I would have taken full advantage of that fact."
"Oh hush you," she said coming to sit across from him. "If you knew before you would have probably stuck snakes in my desk at school or something and I don't like those kinds of surprises," she dug into her meal with fervor.
She was several bites into some of the best eggs Benedict she had had in her life when she noticed that Draco wasn't eating and his face had fallen. He was looking out the window and the light and shadow playing across his face showed how tense he had become.
"Draco," she said realizing it was her comment that had killed his mood.
"Its fine," he said turning back to her and he smiled. It didn't reach his eyes and Hermione felt a tremendous sense of loss at having killed the playful Draco.
I liked him like that, she lamented.
"I'm so-"
"Don't even think about apologizing," he warned. "Or you're going to end up with orange juice over your head."
"What? Why?" she asked startled at his comment.
"Because you need to learn to stop apologizing to me for silly things like that."
"But-"
"No buts," He said firmly. "Now eat and enjoy," he gave her a smaller smile but this one at least was genuine. "The sooner you're done and cleaned up the sooner you get to find out."
"Right," Hermione shoved a big bike into her mouth and coughed.
"Don't choke and die," said Draco frowning. "You can't be surprised if you're dead."
Hermione laughed and coughed again reaching for her juice she chuckled.
"I suppose you're right," she said after her drink.
"I often am," said Draco taking a bite of his own meal. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and continued to scarf down the food, only at a slightly more reasonable pace.
"Have you read any more of the Wilde?" asked Draco as Hermione ate. He he seemed happy to see that she was enjoying the meal he had prepared which made Hermione feel warm inside.
"Pretty much the whole thing," said Hermione between bites. "I haven't re-read the Picture of Dorian Grey yet though."
"Why not?"
"I find it terribly depressing. He was so obsessed with being beautiful it turned everything ugly."
Draco's face clouded over once more.
"What's wrong?" asked Hermione sensing his shift.
He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. He closed his mouth took a breath.
He wanted to Lie...Hermoine realized.
"Nothing that I want to talk about," said Draco wincing.
"Oh..." Hermione frowned. "Was it something I said?"
"No," Draco shook his head. "You continue to be an excellent companion for meals," Draco's smile seemed forced. "I however, it seems, have become less adept at what qualifies for enjoyable conversation."
"I like talking with you," Hermione protested.
"Only because you have been deprived of conversation long enough to have your perception warped," said Draco dismissively.
"That's not true!" said Hermione and she put down her fork. "I don't like that you just said that."
"You don't have to like it for it to be true."
"It's not true though."
"Obviously it is or I wouldn't be able to say it," countered Draco.
He has a point.
Hermoine let out a huff. "Just because you're being honest doesn't mean you're correct. It may be your truth but it isn't THE truth," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.
"Oh?" said Draco sitting back in his chair. "Do enlighten me."
"I can't talk with my friends about the books I read," she said emphatically.
"No, I don't suppose the Weasel is much into literature, and Potter only seems to crack books for the sake of passing classes."
"Don't call him that," said Hermione her face growing dark.
"Sorry," said Draco with a sigh. "Old habits die hard."
His immediate and genuine apology was a surprise. He really sounded like he meant it.
"You are right though," she admitted begrudgingly after a moment. If he was going to be honest, she should try to be too.
"So I qualify as good conversation on the grounds that I can talk books with you?"
"Yes," said Hermione. "Specifically that you can talk about them in an intelligent and intellectual manner and that your eyes don't glaze over when I talk about my opinions on them."
"Why on earth would they glaze over?" asked Draco with a frown. "I find your opinions immensely fascinating."
"Do you really?" asked Hermione, a,strange glee filling her at the thought.
"Yes."
Hermione lit up at Draco's words and a big smile split right across her face. His heart stuttered in his chest.
She was stunning when she smiled. He felt like he had won a small lottery making her smile like that. Immediately he wanted to make it happen again.
She'll smile when she sees Fred is alive, thought Draco. That will make the risk worth while.
"Thank you," she said with a pleased look and she went back to eating looking the part of a feline who had just caught a mouse.
"Welcome," said Draco remembering that was what she had asked him to say instead of brushing off her thanks.
Hermione looked up at him over her plate and a second softer smile replaced the first one. She had a tenderness and affection in her eyes and Draco realized it was directed at him for listening and remembering to do what she had asked of him.
He swallowed wanting to tell her the truth of his feelings. A part of him just blurt them out right there. Instead he picked up his glass and finished the orange juice in one quick gulp.
Hermione finished her meal quickly and set aside the plate.
"Can I see the surprise now?" she asked.
"Yes, but you have to trust me and keep your eyes closed."
"Okay."
"Promise?"
"I promise," she answered and stood and closed her eyes lifting her chin up.
Draco took her hand and led her to the wardrobe. He whispered the incantation low enough that she couldn't possibly hear it and led Hermione into his oasis. Draco's breath caught at the sight of her finally there for real. This wasn't a dream or a fantasy. It scared the living hell out of him how much he likes swing her there.
"Where are we?" Hermione asked.
"Somewhere safe," said Draco softly. His hand squeezed hers gently. He led her forward, her trusting hand in his. With a wave of his want the deck extended out over the water and he lead her safely to the island.
"I smell the ocean," she said.
"Yes," said Draco.
"Are we by the ocean?"
"Sort of," was all he chose to say and he watched as she puzzled over it.
"Can I open my eyes yet?"
"Not yet," he said quietly. He head her inside and watched as she tried to figure out where they were without peeking. It was cute to see her nose scrunch up with thought. Draco unlocked the door and Fred got up immediately.
"Hermione!" Fred called her name.
Hermiones eyes shot open wide with shock.
"Fred?!"
And that is where I leave you. I hope you enjoyed this bonus update. Please let me know what you thought of everything. Cheers and have an awesome weekend.
