Chapter 37 – Another bad dream

Ron was right next to her and hugged her tight. Her pregnant belly hindered him to get closer. She looked down at herself, confused. Ron had never seen her pregnant, or had he? Her best friend smiled at her in a way she hadn't seen since school.

His blue eyes were full of life and happiness. Tacking a step back she tried to get space between them, but he followed and threw his arm around her again.

She could hear him laughing and looked around to see what had led to his good mood, but he stopped her from getting away from him with his larger and stronger arms.

Hermione looked at the arm around her, when the shirt he had worn suddenly vanished and she saw blood instead.

Looking up at Ron in horror, she saw his face starting to shift from a smile to pure loathing and his vibrant red hair was matted in blood, making it shine even more.

Hermione tried to scream, but Ron hugged her to him even closer, covering her in his blood while his laugh sounded more and more crazy. His arms, still wrapped around her, pressed closer and closer, hurting her as it went on. She tried to free herself but he was too strong, leaving her helpless. All she wanted to do was to scream, protect herself and her child, but the only noise around her was a mad man's laugh.

Hermione shot up in the bed, breathing hard from the nightmare, her mouth open in a soundless scream. It was different from her normal ones and she knew it had to do with seeing Ron again. Their shouting match hadn't smothered her anxiety and she had gone to bed upset. She knew better than to do so, but had felt so tired from their row that she had done it anyway.

She tried to focus on a happier memory while she made use of a relaxing tactic she had read in one of the books on PTSD.

Breathing in through her nose until her lungs were full she held her breath only to breath in some more until she was nearly bursting. When she couldn't hold it any longer she slowly let it go through her mouth. She continued it a few more times, lying back in her bed, focusing on a cherished memory with Draco. It was hard to focus on anything else but the feeling of Ron's blood running through her fingers. She knew if she looked at them she would be able to see it clearly. Dark red moister covering her arms and cloths, a small voice in the background crying and the laughter, always the crazy laughter.

Finally, a better memory surfaced. It had been their wedding night after Severus had bonded them in a small ceremony with only the three of them. Scorpius had slept through it all in another room and they had been able to say their vows without interruption.

Had Ginny still been alive Hermione would have asked her to be her maid of honour, and help her with her dress. As it was she had transfigured one of her plain dresses into something appropriated and had done her best to look lovely. The way Draco had looked at her when he saw her in her simple white long dressrobe had been worth spending all the time in the bath to tame her hair and make the best out of the few styling charms she had overheard Lavender use in their shared bath at Hogwarts years earlier. The ceremony was short and without glamour, just a few words spoken to reinforce the feeling they had for each other with magic. To bound them together as long as they lived and make them stronger of a unit.

Afterwards they had spent a better part of the night talking about what they would do, should Voldemort ever be defeated. Ideas were bounced around and they had argued good-naturedly about who would make the run for Minister, Draco, Hermione or Severus.

However for all of that, the part of the night she liked the most had been something different.

Draco had taken his time with her. Kissing her slowly but steadily on her lips while his hands roomed her body. It hadn't been their first time, but by fare one of the least hurried, and the sweetest.

Her arms had been wrapped around his neck while they lay in bed, playing with the hair in his neck, while her breast had been pressed against his chest. The kisses had a rough but sweet taste to them and had made her squirm to get closer to him.

When his hard on had rubbed against her she had gasped and wrapped one of her legs around him. He had stopped kissing her when he heard it and had smiled down at her.

She had used this distraction to get her hands up under his white shirt. Draco mostly looked calm and collected when they were around others but now it had been obvious that he could be different too. Hermione had tugged his shirt off over his head with her hands, while her mouth had planted small little kisses on his torso and his nipples that had made him arch into her. He had been made of ice-cool hair and perfect pale skin, with abs that proofed that he did work out. She had loved stroking him, to feel his soft skin under her hands. Next she had gone to his belt buckle to get rid of his trousers, making short work of the belt and the zipper on them. Her lips had fluttered over his pulse that beat rapidly against them when she had kissed him there. His hands had been working on getting her dress of, but she had been pressed against him to closely now for him to manage it. When she had continued kissing him wherever she could reach he had grown more and more tense with desire. She had known he was letting her call the tune and had been happy too, as long as he could savour it as much as she did.

"Please Hermione."

Draco had tried to get her attention and she had allowed him to push her back a bit to pull the dress off. His voice had been husky with desire and had turned her on even more. He had pulled her up to have them chest to chest afterwards and had continued kissing her in a way that made her head spin lightly with yearning.

Draco had shrugged his trousers off the rest of the way, after she had pushed it over his ass, which had left them only in their underwear. Being brave, Hermione had moved her hand into his briefs to brush her thumb across the head of his penis, making him suck in a breath. Hooking her fingers in his underwear she had gone down to get it down his legs while she had watched his reaction.

After coming up again she had run her hands through his hair, messing it up even more, relishing in seeing him this dishevelled. He had kissed her below her ear to her shoulder and pushed away her bra strap to continue his journey. Nicking her skin with his teeth lightly he had unhooked her bra to get rid of it, all the while had he never stopped planting small kisses on her skin. When he had gotten to her nipple he had wrapped his mouth around the small hard bud and sucked very lightly, first on one side, than the other. Moaning loudly Hermione had arched her back to give him better access and had pressed her wet centre against his hard penis.

They had continued exploring each other for some time, when Draco had finally got rid of her panties and trapped her under him. She had shivered, feeling the thrill of anticipation, when he had lifted her leg over his hip. Looking at each other they had savoured the moment when he had finally started to slide into her. Hermione had kissed him hard and gasped softly when she had felt him deep inside her, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He had lifted her up a bit, and she had arched her back and whispered his name, to get a better angle. His weight propped on one hand he had held her up with the other to keep from crashing her with his weight. She had smiled at his care and had grabbed his hair to drag him down in another kiss.

They had moved against each other in a lazy but fulfilling rhythm they had both enjoyed, small sounds of joy and satisfaction all that could be heard. Touches had been shared between them, kisses exchanged while the world around them had seemed to have stopped.

Little quivers could be felt when Hermione had gotten closer and closer to her orgasm until she had finally shattered. Her nails had dug into Draco's shoulders and he had arched his back when he felt her surrender to her pleasure, joining her shortly after with a groan.

They had both been breathing hard afterwards and Draco had rolled over to gather Hermione on top of him and cover them both with the sheets.

Coming back out her memory her breath was even and Hermione's panic had calmed down. Instead her heart hurt for what she had lost of the few good things life had given her. Would she ever go back to Draco's arms without shame to feel safe and loved? Could she accept the two kids this world had given her for her own? Should she literally let go of Aquila? So many questions were spinning in her head and making her sick. Her control over her feelings was lacking but she couldn't choke them all.

Running to the toilet she vomited until she cried and felt like her heart might hurt a little bit less.

I think it's rather intense but I hope it showes some insight.