Chapter 29
We reached my tree and Draco immediately took me into his arms, kissing me soundly. I pulled him back to my bed, falling backwards with him on top of me. We were both impatient and rough, removing the single layer of robes swiftly.
"I can't be slow or gentle right now, Hermione...it's been so longs since I've touched you," Draco mumbled against my skin. He was kissing and biting up and down my neck.
I nodded emphatically but did not respond beyond that, succumbing to the burning ecstasy that just being touched by him led me to experience.
I felt myself shaking with desire beneath him, as he ran his hands from my breasts over my waist and hips, which he gripped tightly. I'd missed his touch more than I realized. His mouth never left my skin and I was running my hands through his hair and over his back, loving the feel of his broad shoulders beneath my hands. He kissed and licked his way down my body, until he reached the top of my thighs, at which point he threw my legs over his shoulders and started using his tongue against me, causing me to whimper beneath him.
"Draco...I can't wait any longer..." I gasped, pulling on his hair, urging him to move away.
He swiftly situated himself over me, as though he too could not wait any longer and he entered in one swift movement and he did not relent. He had his lips and teeth attached to my neck and my nails ran down his back, pulling him closer. I wrapped my legs around him urging him to move even faster and deeper. I arched against him, crying out as I finished and I could sense him reaching his peak barely moments later, moving ever faster against me, hitting a spot that was driving me out of my mind.
Coming down, as we both caught our breath, he removed himself and laid down beside me.
I thought again as I looked at him how stunning he would be after spending even a small amount of time here. I wished desperately that there was some way it was possible, some way to keep him here with me always and never allow him to leave to do the terrible things I knew he planned to do.
"What are you thinking of, Hermione?" Draco asked, interrupting my thoughts. His hand was running through my hair and his face held a peaceful smile.
"Just admiring your good looks," I replied.
His smile turned into a deep smirk. "You know, I am well aware of how attractive I am and that my charm is, well, quite undeniable to women," at this point I was looking at him dubiously with an arched brow. "But I'm not going to lie, the men here...well if you thought I paled in comparison I almost couldn't blame you."
"Impossible, Draco," I replied. "Especially not after what you just did."
He smirked again. "That was quite good, wasn't it? Care for another go?" he asked waggling his eyebrows.
I laughed and said, "You bet, but first you must tell me about all of the planning you've been doing." I turned onto my side to face him and he copied me.
"Well, what would you like to know? Everything, I'm assuming," he said with a smile.
"Of course!"
"Well, I have been working with a small group to bring the final battle preparations completely under way. A month from now, we will ambush Voldemort. I've been putting the plan together with our usual group, allowing Weasley, Pansy, Longbottom and Thomas in on everything as well," he said with some minor annoyance at the last bit.
"As you should, Draco. You can't do this without them. Not to remind you that you wouldn't even know where Voldemort was without Ron."
He waved his hand in dismissal. "Yes, yes, you're right. Soon I won't have to deal with them so it's no matter...but anyways, we haven't completely finalized everything. We've been working with our bases to figure out how to best put our forces to use. Much of the planning relies on what you are capable of."
"I am capable of anything I am determined to do. But there are laws here I am bound to when it comes to using my power in the mortal realm. I will need the next few weeks to determine how best to use it within those means," I explained to him.
"But you will be able to join us in one month for certain?" he asked.
I nodded. "Of, course. There is no question of that...but it is still dangerous for us to travel through multiple times or on a regular basis right now. I can do it once when the time comes. I will join you on the eve of battle, and I will tell you what I can do. But you must have a solid plan for the others, because I cannot give enough power to destroy his forces. It is the way here not to interfere beyond what is necessary. The only reason my participation with my power is justified is because of how crucial this war is to the future of all of humanity, but still mortals must fight their own battles."
Draco was now transfixed and I knew he wanted me to explain everything about these mysterious powers and laws. For the moment, tactics had left his mind. He wanted to know what kind of reward he was receiving from putting me through this training, not that it wasn't my choice. "How much power can you give though? What are you capable of?" His eyes were hungry.
"Well...I can do anything I want aside from restoring life. I can do it without a wand even, without particular spells. All I have to do is think about it, and it happens. I can breathe under water, I could fly if I wanted to, I can create fire from nothing," and I held out my hand, thinking of a small, blue ball of flame, and there it was, resting just above my skin.
And as I described my powers to him, I knew that he was happy for me, and excited with me for similar reasons that I was, at new discoveries in magic, but there was an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. He was thinking of how great an asset it would be to have me on his side, I could practically see the gears turning inside his brain as he looked at me. Scheeming, scheeming, scheeming, that's what his thoughts always came back to. How could he get even further ahead? How could he harness even more power?
I couldn't help but feel that I wasn't just a woman he cared about. I was a very valuable and very powerful weapon too. As much as he cares, that fact can never be removed from the picture. His interests are not pure, and I would always be wondering which pull was stronger for him. Was it my personality that would keep him around in the long term, or was it my power?
Still not wishing to bring this into further question yet, I brought the conversation back around to him. "Have your people been supportive of your plans?"
At this he rolled his eyes. "For the most part yes, but there have been these groups that are impossible to work with. One group that doesn't believe I have found Voldemort, or more importantly that Weasley has. Everyone knows it was actually him, and the only reason they are all just barely accepting him is because he's pureblood. But there is one group that thinks he's lying, trying to trap us."
I scoffed at this before he continued, "And then there is the small group, granted they have minimal influence, but they are wary of another war, and on an even larger scale now, they are trying to convince me that Voldemort is no longer a threat," he said with exasperation.
"You're joking right?" I said, astounded at the stupidity of some of his followers.
"Not at all. I am lucky that these two groups combined make up less than a quarter of my followers," Draco said.
"How could they be so shortsighted?" I exclaimed. "To say Voldemort is no longer a threat, or to have such little faith in your leadership skills - these people need to be questioned on their sanity!"
He laughed at my outburst and then suddenly became serious. "Hermione, I've...well, I've missed you...a lot. Not just for the reasons you'd expect...you know for sex and such, but you really mean so much to me. Talking about this has really made me remember how much I've missed your input as we've been working. You always tell me exactly what you are thinking and no one is as quick as you, not even Theo. Your ideas are better and I can always count on you to keep up with what I have in mind, even if we don't immediately agree...but mostly, I...I just miss talking to you. I have my followers demanding things of me, and now your friends, and the battle is looming only a month away. It's a lot on my plate, and your presence has always been calming to me you know?"
I smiled and felt my eyes prickle with tears. I'd never heard so much heartfelt language leave Draco's mouth. "Turn over, Draco."
He looked a bit perplexed for a moment and then his eyes brightened when he realized what I was suggesting. He immediately turned over, and I moved even closer to him, still laying on my side facing his body. I began to rub his back lightly, only slowly increasing pressure as I felt him relaxing under my touch. I had missed doing this for him.
I leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of his neck and I felt him shiver at the sensation. "I've missed you too, Draco, so much more than I could ever explain. I miss talking with you and helping you directly in this long fight against Voldemort. I'm still helping while I'm here, but it isn't the same when I'm not with you...I am so happy to have you here tonight, I'd do just about anything to have you stay here with me forever."
Draco turned over to face me as I finished this speech and his eyes blazed with deep emotion. This time was slower, he pulled me to him and kissed me with purpose, taking his time, as if wanting to memorize the feeling of every moment. His tongue brushed my lips and I parted them willingly. He pulled me closer to him and my back was arching into him. I could feel him growing hard again against my thigh. I had both arms around him, feeling down the length of his body and moved one of my hands between us, taking his length into my hand, eliciting a slight hissing noise from him.
Still laying on our sides, I guided him inside me, throwing one of my legs over his hips. From this angle he was bringing me quickly to climax as he kept his body close and his hips moving slowly as he pushed deeply into me. I kept my mouth glued to his, loving the feel of his soft lips against mine. He used one of his hands to rub my clit, bringing me swiftly to completion, causing me to break away with a moan.
He latched himself onto my neck, moving his hand from my clit to my breast, massaging as he moved faster and faster against me to bring himself to peak. I move my hips in time with his, meeting his every thrust until he cried out, burying his head in my neck until he had completely relaxed again.
He removed himself but kept his legs entangled with mine, and feeling tired we decided on a brief nap, but refusing to waste the rest of the night sleeping, he set an alarm with his wand to go off in another hour.
His head was still laying in the crook of my neck, occasionally placing soft brief kisses against my neck and I had my arms around him, gently rubbing his back as I knew he loved. We laid intertwined and I wished that this night would never end, for in the morning he would leave and he would never be returning to Avalon.
AN: Halfway through writing the next chapter, but it's likely to be another long one. So here is a preview:
"With you at my side, they will never touch me or rebel against me," he said, impassioned. And immediately my eyes narrowed. I knew that this was the time that all of my doubts and complaints had to be vocalized.
"So tell me Malfoy, do you actually care for me or has it always been about your image? Did you only keep me around as your partner because I was suitable for you as leader?"
"So we are back to Malfoy now are we?" he asked avoiding the question.
"Answer me damn it! Was I simply a great asset or is there more to it? I'm only asking this once and if you feel nothing I will drop everything forever. You know I'm leaving for Avalon now and I cannot leave for many years and you could very well wash your hands of me right now if you choose...and if you do, then I will have to do the same," I said feeling more rational than I felt. I desperately hoped it wasn't all a game to him. That I was more than just a mere woman he found suitable to keep beside him in his reign. I hoped that he valued my real worth, how my support would truly help him beyond just that of looking good. I hoped that the desire to keep me around came from his feelings for me and not just his constant scheming to get ahead.
