**I do not own the rights to any Characters in this Fanfiction, those all solely belong to JK Rowling herself. I just claim the plunnie.
Train Wreck
Unbreak the broken Underneath our bad blood
Unsay these spoken words
Find hope in the hopeless
Pull me out the train wreck
Unburn the ashes
Unchain the reactions
I'm not ready to die, not yet
Pull me out the train wreck
Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out
Pull me out, pull me out
We still got a sanctum
Home, still a home, still a home here
It's not too late to build it back
'Cause a one in a million chance
Is still a chance, still a chance
And I would take those odds
Another week had come to pass, and Hermione was, well for Heaven's sake she was Hermione bloody effing Granger. Draco had never encountered a person more stubborn, or more stuck onto a single course of action than the one he could not pull his eyes away from now.
As he stood across the room, pretending to hover a dense collection of scrolls his eyes took in the sight of the witch before him. She had resumed to wearing the clothes he purchased for her around their rooms. The soft fabric fitting her lithe form in all the right places making her almost too much for Draco to bear. The sun bounced off her hair as she sat there, one knee pulled to her chest upon which she rested her cheek. Her face got that pinched look of concentration as her eyes traveled back and forth pouring over the pages that she often got whenever she was really focused on something. One of her curls had sprung free from its restraint and was dangling before her face, it took everything he had in him to not cross the room and tuck the soft tendril delicately behind her ear.
But he would not. He would not destroy this one unguarded moment, not when they came so infrequently now.
His gaze followed along the curve of her neck, following the line of soft exposed skin down to her shoulder, where one of the straps was slowly making its descent. He inhaled a shaky breath as he could already feel the pit of longing opening from somewhere deep within him. He wanted so badly to close the growing distance between them so desperately.
Her tongue snaked out, licking the tips of her forefinger and thumb as she readied to turn yet another page.
Feeling his eyes watching her, amber eyes looked up at him from beneath their lashes playfully.
"See something you like Malfoy?"
All the wind was knocked out of him from the weight of her dead, cold gaze alone. Her words and body language might be considered fine, inviting even. But her eyes, the flat empty look she always had whenever she looked at him was quietly ripping him to shreds.
He pulled his fists through his hair groaning aloud for her to hear.
Draco was at a complete loss for what do. He had tried everything ever since he had woken up that first morning to the usual cold bed that he was beginning to grow accustomed to. She would stay... if he asked. However, he did not quite fancy having to ask his witch to remain with him. The act simply reeked of desperation. Besides, it would mean nothing. Nothing he said or did anymore meant a thing to her any longer. She had effectively built up her wall, keeping him out, and she was refusing to let him back in again.
Day in and day out he pulled her along, working on their studies, exploring new places within the grounds. Hell, he purchased flowers, jewelry, clothing you name it but nothing broke through. She took it all with a squeal of delight and a smile, she was no more his Hermione than Amora ever had been.
It was almost as though she were telling him that he could have her all he wanted, but he would never truly get all of her again. She played her role, doing her best to force his upon him as well.
Turning his back, he exited the room without a word. If he had to suffer one more minute of it he would go mad.
"Come and sit with me my dear Dragon. Tell me what it is that seems to be troubling you so."
"Its..." Draco let out what was most likely his twelfth sigh of frustration for the morning. "Its blasted Granger." He admitted with defeat as he took a place across from his mother.
The look she gave him, an odd mix of sympathy and pleasure that he was finally going to confide in her spoke volumes.
"Don't you mean Hermione, dear?"
"I, err, yes. Hermione." Eyes wide he took in his mother, noting the pleased look upon her face.
"It's okay to speak freely darling. Astoria is out on yet another of her frequent shopping trips and your father is... indisposed at the moment. It is just you and me here for now."
Draco eyed his mother suspiciously.
Just how much has his mother already deduced? "I can't make heads or tails of her mother. Its like one minute she's hot and the next she is cold and cutoff. And..."
"And this is upsetting you greatly."
"Y-yes." The word was drawn out and hesitant as he allowed it to move past his lips.
"You know we women can be fickle creatures. Yet alone in your predicament, dealing with two of them. Your wife of course, and Miss Granger."
Bloody hell the last thing he had time to contemplate were Astoria's feelings in the matter. Not that he particularly cared, but she was causing him quite a few problems as far as Hermione was concerned.
"That is an understatement." He slouched further in his chair, allowing the weight of the past few weeks to rest on his shoulders.
"I see." He watched with calculating eyes as his mother took a small sip of her tea. "It has been, quite difficult, as of late. Having the two of them in the same house, wouldn't you agree."
Nodding, unsure of precisely how to answer his mother, a fellow pureblood and follower of the Dark Lord herself. He chose to simply remain silent as he prepared his own cup, a spot of cream with three sugars, just how he had always liked it.
They sat there in an amicable silence. The two studying each other over the rims of their cups. Draco remembered a time when he would tell his mother anything, but as far as Granger was concerned, he was weary.
"You know what else is even more fickle than women, my dear?" His mother broke the quiet first, placing her cup down before her. "Love."
Wide eyed Draco watched his mother as she moved to refill her glass, as though she were talking about nothing more than her latest additions to her garden.
"You see, even your father and I have our fair share of disagreements, but alas, I do love the man so."
"I would hardly call the marriage between Astoria and myself anything like your and father's."
"Oh no, my love. I fear you misunderstand me. I am speaking of Hermione."
For the second time he noted that his mother had opted to call her by her given name. Not at all by accident he was sure.
"Hermione?"
"Indeed. Really son, do you think me blind? It is quite obvious how you feel about her."
Immediately he opened his mouth to dissuade her, but his mother was having none of it. She simply raised her hand before her eyes demanding silence.
He found himself nodding in defeat. His mother knew, and had known obviously for some time now, and yet... and yet she had said nothing to anyone.
"Mother, tell me what I am supposed to do." He questioned throwing caution to the wind. "Its like she no longer trusts me or feels for me at all. She has all but completely shut me out."
"I am positively certain she still harbors feeling for you, love. As for what you should do I am afraid I do not have the answers any more than you do."
Draco let out a groan as he pulled his hand over his face, a failed attempt to wipe away any lingering feelings of self-doubt.
"I will say, that people do strange things for those that they love." Whilst she spoke her eyes lit up with amusement. "Why, I do remember my own mother telling me upon her deathbed how eager she finally was to rejoin with your grandfather once and for all after all these years. Obviously, I questioned what she meant by 'once and for all.' I mean your grandfather had been deceased for many years by this point."
Draco found himself speechless as his mother spoke. Not only had she openly accepted Hermione as the object of his affections, but she was now giving him advice on said love life.
"Do you know what she told me?" she chuckled to herself as she relived the memory.
"What did grandmother say, mother?"
"She said, now don't think for a moment I gave it a single moment of stock. But she said that she had been visiting him throughout the years, and every time she had to leave it tore her heart to pieces."
His brows were now furrowed in confusion. "Visiting him?"
"That's what she said." Narcissa took another sip of her tea in an attempt to hide her grin from her son.
"But how? That's utter nonsense." Draco looked at his mother entirely flabbergasted by the entire tale.
"That's exactly what I said. Sheer poppycock, of perhaps one of her many delusions. As you know she had quite a few as she grew older with age if you remember correctly."
What he remembered was his grandmother always forgetting what day, or even year it was. And now that he thought about it, she had always spoken of his grandfather as though she had just seen him yesterday.
"Anyhow," she waved a hand dismissively at her son, "not that this old story would help you in anyway at all with your circumstances. It's just... love, isn't it?"
"Yeah..." Draco agreed, his mind wandering through all of his memories of the old bat that he had.
With her long slender hand, his mother grasped his in reassurance. "I'm sure you will figure something out my dear Dragon. You always do."
Nodding, he watched as she rose and made to leave the room.
"Mother?" he found himself calling after her.
"Yes, son?" Turning at the doorway her eyes held him in question.
"How did she do it? I mean did she say?"
"What? Oh!" fighting back the sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth she composed her reply carefully. "I did ask her once, there was this ring. Apparently, it had been passed down in the Black family for generations. But she claimed the ring let her go back and visit him whenever she chose. More grand delusions of an old woman who wanted nothing more than to be with her love once again if you ask me." She paused, her bright blue eyes baring into him. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason, mother. Thank you."
"Of course." Sagely she nodded her head and Draco watched her delicate frame retreat from the room. Finally, leaving him alone with his own thoughts.
A ring? A ring that was passed down through the generations of House Black. Draco sat there, attempting to wrap his head around the possibility of the story his mother had just shared with him. What were the odds that an object like that truly existed, nonetheless one belonging to his own family nonetheless.
It was preposterous. Insanely convenient even, too convenient to even consider as anything more than a grand story of a lonely old woman. And yet...
Before Draco knew it, he found himself racing out of the room and across the manor. If such a thing did exist it would be exactly what he and Hermione needed wouldn't it? And if a thing did exist it would most likely be in the family vaults by now. It would only be a matter of uncovering it.
Hesitantly Draco fingered the piece of jewelry sitting coolly in the palm of his hand, the brilliant blue sapphire glinted off the light from his bedside lantern. Finding the ring had not proven to be a challenge at all, it had practically been placed front and center among his grandmother's old collection, an intricate weave of gold and silver knots held the larger gem in place. The magic felt old, if he had to take a guess to its origins, he would say it was definitely Gaelic in nature. He had virtually no idea how this magic would work or what it would truly do. All he knew was that he had to give it a chance.
He was well aware that he had royally fucked things up with Hermione and try as he might he just couldn't get on with his life knowing that. It ate at him and gnawed at him every day. Never in his life had he experienced a time when he had felt this concerned with the feelings of someone else. Someone who wasn't a Malfoy even, someone who wasn't his mother.
This witch had physically given herself back to him, whilst emotionally that wall. That damned concrete, reinforced steel wall had been rebuilt and bolstered in that time she had hidden away. Keeping herself as far away from his interference as she could while she closed herself off to any possibility of being hurt again.
Of being hurt by him.
For fucking Merlin's sake. All over a moment he could not even remember. Not that he even wanted to. The very thought that he had befallen one of Astoria's traps made him sick to his stomach.
That had not mattered to Hermione, and why would it. After all that he had done to her, put her through. Sure, she had borne through most of it with a smile, but he knew. He knew that it was nothing more than a show. A bloody fucking act that had been forced upon her by the role she had to play. The few times she had slipped were proof enough. He supposed that's when it had happened, intrigued, he had learned that if he gave a little she would give a little in return. At first, he had shared insignificant things. Pod, his peculiar relationships with the young elf had grown out of sheer boredom more than anything, but Hermione had seen something different entirely. That was the first time she allowed him a glimpse and again he had rewarded her. A gift of magic, earning him even more trust, an empty promise of a wand, he gained hope. By the end he was someone she leaned on and he... he was in so deep he could not find his way out if he wanted to.
Blasting witch.
She had shut him out in a span of days. Threw him away like he was nothing, could be nothing. Was he angry, damned bloody straight he was. The entire world could piss off in flames right now and he would not give a rat's ass. Astoria, that godforsaken meddling witch, she would get what was coming to her, and Hermione, well he would figure that out when the time came. As for himself. Well, he was just as much a victim in all this as anyone could possibly be.
Screw that. He was never a victim. That was not something he could accept. With that being duly noted, he slid the ring on his finger, all of his thoughts focused on a singular point in time.
Astoria walked in front of him, her body sashaying elegantly as she led him out of the floo and into her sister's parlor. The moment he caught up to her delicate arm snaked through his, pulling him fiercely close to her side.
And so it began, Draco smirked to himself. Time travel was a mother fucker, travel replacement, well this was something else entirely.
Lowly so his voice came out as nothing more than a menacing growl he leaned into his wife's ear. "Listen Astoria. Don't try a single fucking thing tonight. Do you hear me?" He brought his other arm up to grip her forearm harshly.
Her body tensed under his touch. Her face turning to meet his, heated fury radiating from every part of her. "Husband, dear. I have absolutely no idea what you could mean. After all," she gave her arm a hard tug and pulled them forward, "tonight we are here, and you are mine. Keep up your appearances."
As soon as they entered the room, she yanked her limb from his grasp only to be stopped by bloody Blaise Zabini. This he remembered.
Curious, he tilted his head to watch the ongoing interaction between the dashing wizard and his wife. Already, his minor interruption was causing ripples to form throughout time. As he watched Astoria no longer seemed to hide her interest in the wizards passing advances. Instead, she leaned into his touch. All but encouraging his notions.
Hmm, a fact he would have to store away for later.
"Zabini." He interrupted the interaction before him, meeting Astoria's accusatory glare with one of his own, "Appearances." He smirked as she stalked away to where the rest of the women were.
"Ah, Drake, may mate." The dark wizard clapped him across the shoulders. "Where have you been hiding away these days? It feels like it has been ages since you graced us with your presence. I know you're all big and important now, but surely you can still carve out time for your oldest friends."
Intriguing.
Blaise pulled him along to the bar, grabbing them each a tumbler.
"To us mate."
"To us."
Draco toasted back, just before tilting the glass and allowing the fizzling bubbles to tickle past his lips.
In what way were things already changing, and just when was enough enough he wondered. At which point did he need to stop? Sure, there were things he needed to allow to play out as they had before, lest he change the timeline entirely and set things into place that he could not even fathom. Things that could be irreparable.
He glanced over at Astoria to see her own calculating gaze meeting his. A drink had found its way into her own hand and it seemed that she was still on the same course of action. Maybe it was constant pushes, things he would have to maintain throughout the night.
He took a deeper gulp from his glass as he contemplated the complexities faced before him.
"Draco."
"Theo, mate."
Theo gripped his hand in a brotherly shake. "So how did you manage to get roped into this one?"
Draco sighed running a hand through his hair. "Apparently this is my punishment for spending too much time with Hermione and ignoring Astoria."
Theo let out a low whistle. "So, any idea on how you're going to handle it?"
Just as he had before, Draco tipped his glass forward towards Theo and took a swig.
Laughing his friend nodded in agreement before tilting back the glass of his own. And just like before the glasses continued to refill as the night went on. Typically, a stronger drink replacing the last.
In a hushed tone, Theo leaned closer. "Hey how's Hermione holding up?"
Draco bristled. His friend and his witch's relationship was something he was still trying to figure out how to handle. Essentially, he was the cause of it, placing them in numerous predicaments that would lower inhibitions as they were. If he were being honest with himself there was one thing he was grateful for when Hermione became his official offering. She was hands off.
"Fine. Why?"
"It's just alot mate. More than any witch or wizard should have to handle really. It makes me wonder how much of what she shows us is all an act you know?"
Draco blinked, vague memories of this conversation popping into his memory. Theo had said this last time, he had forgotten?
"No... I don't." How had he never though of that himself? What parts of Hermione were real and what... weren't? Was he truly that arrogant? To think that what he put her through was enough to break her? Did he think she could ever really trust him? Love him?
"It's just... After everything, the war. The demise of everyone she cared about. Then you, me... for fuck's sake Astoria. And you took her from Ginny and now there's a death sentence on her head. What is really going on in there. It's bloody Hermione Granger mate."
For Christ sake, Theo was right. He was utterly and completely right. The witch could be a walking time bomb for all he knew. Merlin knew he was no better, but Hermione... and he'd practically given her the means to be pure destruction. Even if they didn't accomplish what they were setting out to do.
"Fucking hell Nott." He shook his head before bringing his glass to his lips for yet another stronger pull. Fucking Merlin's beard this night could not be over soon enough.
Dinner was called and he found himself turning away without responding. What could he honestly say?
"Draco my love." Astoria clutched to his arm as she stumbled her way to the dining hall.
The overindulgent little fool. If they were on an even playing field Draco was sure he could succeed in his nights mission
"Astoria, you're drunk." He reprimanded her, he glared down at her stonily.
Covering her lips delicately she made a shushing noise, loud enough for the surrounding men to hear.
"Just a teensy bit my darling." She made a small gesture with two of her fingers to illustrate her point. He rolled his eyes and turned looked away to hide his smirk.
Check.
As they made their way down the hall with the others Astoria stumbled forcing Draco to pause and catch her as she righted herself delicately against the wall causing them to fall to the back of the group.
"Seems like more than a teensy bit. How much have you had to drink?" he looked down at her curiously. It was a rare occasion to see Astoria pleasantly plastered. In usual situation she was a shrieking mess throwing anything within arm's reach across the room at him.
She only let out yet another drunken giggle in response as they resumed their way into the room.
All through dinner Theo's words were chased by his encounters with Hermione through his head as he drunkenly attempted to analyze every moment. Astoria had already begun her usual round of pleasantries around the table. That was until the entire Pansy fiasco began. Sitting through that extraordinarily awkward ordeal a second time was grueling to say the least. On one hand he had to sit through Pansy relive their very personal, semi-private sordid past, to which he could never fathom one of his closest friends for doing. But on the other, he resumed the very literal battle of ceasing Astoria's pilgrimage up his thigh. He may be drunk, but he was no way in hell that bloddy knackered.
Truly, it was such a shame this blasted ring did not come equipped with a speed up option. Even then, he wondered as he lazily swirled the glass in his hand, how much longer did he have to stay. He can't remember anything pertinent happening this evening beyond dinner... he supposed now was as good a time as any to call his escape.
With a sigh Draco leaned back in his chair raking both hands down his face.
"What in the hell was that?" he uttered in sheer bewilderment at the doorway to the room that Daphne had just heard all their friends through.
It would be all too easy really, and Astoria couldn't even say a word. It had all been laid out so perfectly. Why would he stay when Pansy was causing such a scene? In fact, he could just walk straight to the floo from here and leave Astoria to excuse him in his absence. He could back to the manor, back to Hermione that much sooner.
"Draco, I have no earthly idea!"
Astoria... ughh, of course she was still here. The vile witch just would not take a hint. If anything, he was sure she more than likely had something to do with the unusual turn of the night's events.
"That was not what we were talking about before... I fear she may be cross with me. That was not the first thing ..." her voice trailed away as Draco felt her hands upon him once again, the heats from her hand seeping through the leg of his pants.
And blasts, just how many times was he going to have to forcibly remove the woman's hand. He was absolutely positive she would have wanked him off right there during the dinner had he allowed it. He found that he couldn't be more exhausted by the entire ordeal. It was no wonder he had ended up so knackered.
"For bloody Merlin's sake..."
"If it makes any difference, I don't think any different of you after all of that." The hand resting on his thigh began an intimately caress causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.
Yup. That about does it.
Taking a deep breath Draco stood. His mind made up, he felt that he had endured just about enough this evening.
Now if only the bloody room would steady already.
His hand clutched the back of his chair as he waited for the world to right itself once again.
Well, he supposed he should have paid a little more attention to his glass during dinner. And he very well might have had he not been too busy trying to drown out the world around him the whole night.
And who could very well blame him?
"You should join the others. I'm going to go ahead and take my leave. This night can't be over soon enough."
"You can't!" She stood hurriedly and began to follow him out of the room. She pulled him to a stop when they neared the door though, turning him to face her rubbing her hands across his chest. "I truly feel for you Draco I do, but you can't just leave."
Draco shook his head in disagreement. That was where she was wrong, very very wrong.
Quirking an eyebrow, he smirked at his highly misinformed wife. "Watch me."
Before he could continue out the door she pulled him forward, planting her mouth on his. He stilled above her, but she was unrelenting, her teeth roughly finding his lower lip and pulling it through them.
A loud voice screamed in the back of his mind. The soft heated lips that were attacking him so furiously felt so...wrong. The taste, smell and feel of the woman pressed against his body was off. He balled his hands up at his side, clenching and unclenching his fists as he fought for control in this situation.
Gradually his hands worked their way up her body. She moaned wantonly under his touch. Calmly Draco wound five trembling fingers into the soft, blonde locks falling limp in his hands. In a flash of rage he gripped her hair hard, fierce enough to cause the woman in his clutches to cry out in pain, ceasing her never ending assault on his person. Witch a sneer he jerked her hair enough that her back made solid impact with the wall behind her.
"Astoria? What did I tell you at the beginning of this evening?" he sneered, lowering his face so his eyes were level with hers. Piercing her with his glacial steel glare.
The dark, practically black eyes staring up at him in sheer terror did not belong to his witch. Therefore, he felt absolutely no remorse as tiny hands gripped at his forearm and clawed at his chest trying to seek purchase. He pressed his body solidly against hers, effectively pinning her to the wall and ceasing all her attempts at fighting back. "Well?"
The blonde witch turned her face away from him to glare at her only possible escape route, hoping that one of the other guests would wander back into the room and rescue her from his clutches.
Draco chuckled. "No one is coming for you Story. You made sure of that."
Giving a hard yank on her scalp he jarred her back to attention. Wild eyes flicking back to him.
"I told you not to try a fucking thing. And what are you doing Astoria?"
Stubborn silence greeted him in response, fueling his flames. A loud smack resounded through the room as Draco's palm made contact with the paneling by Astoria's head. He watched with pleasure as her eyes shut tight with fear as she cowered before him.
"Now, as far as I'm concerned, I have held my weight in this farce of a reunion. As such, I find it well within my right to walk right out of here this very second. Do you understand me?"
As his fingers loosened in her hair ever so slightly, he felt just the barest nod of her head.
"Good girl. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Astoria stood there fuming as Draco turned his back on her and walked away from the party. All to return to her, his whore. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes as she wanted nothing more than to blast the entire dining are to smithereens.
Trembling in anger she leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath.
Merlin how she hated that man... and yet, she slid her hand up the slit exposing her thigh. She could not remember the last time she had been so turned on.
She loved to hate him. Theirs was a delicate balance, full of poison and treachery, all that made their lives that much more interesting. After all, "happily ever afters" were so overrated. What you need is passion, and nothing fuels passion quite like hatred. If anyone was the subject expert on hatred and lust it would be her. After all, her own marriage was a toxic wonderland.
The sound of boisterous laughter echoed down the hall and into the room. A sound rich with a deep timber and smooth as honey.
Hmm, she knew one way that her evening could end up not being a complete waste. She would just have to show Draco two could play at his game.
Draco pulled himself up the curved staircase, the twisting banister being his lifeline for support. Flooing home had proved to be a bad idea, virtually all the liquor in his blood stream was now rushing through his head. He stumbled down the wall, his hand seeking out the first doorknob he encountered.
Glossy brown eyes and bushy hair snapped to attention at his intrusion into her room. There she sat, her knees tucked underneath her, bottle of whiskey in one hand and a new book in the other. He didn't even bother to try to hide the grin that spread across his face at seeing her up and waiting for him. Obviously under some form of duress if the half empty bottle of whiskey were to tell.
"Draco, you're back, already?" confusion laced Hermione's voice as she took in his features from her place on the bed.
"I found the party had truly grown quite unbearable, and I realized there was somewhere else I'd rather be." His feet slowly carried him across the expanse of her room. Her eyes tracking his every move as his own devoured the very sight of her, she was sporting one of his old quidditch school t-shirts and a pair of knickers. Her legs, he marveled, were gloriously bare, aside from the green knee-high socks she was wearing.
The air around the crackled in anticipation. Draco needed this, needed her, and tonight he would take her back.
Cupping her face, the witch he encountered was warm and open. She still let him in with a reckless abandon. Forget anything that Theo had said, he knew there was no one more perfectly suited for him than this witch right here. She moaned and Draco nipped her lower lip, gently requesting entrance. She tasted of fire whiskey, straight from the bottle. But her smell, her smell was the spicy sweet scent of coffee, vanilla orange blossoms and something else, something earthy... something that was pure Hermione.
"I take it you missed me?" the words flew out of his mouth before he could think better of them, but Hermione only, sputtered and looked away, a small delectable pink flush crept into her cheeks.
He chuckled nipping at her ear. "That's okay love. I have missed you more than enough for both of us."
"Oh really? Is that so?" she delicately traced her fingers down his buttons.
"Quite undoubtedly so." He smiled devilishly at the gleam in his witch's eyes below him.
"Prove it."
"Well that's just it, isn't it? One can't prove that type of thing, can they?"
"Oh, I bet I can think of a way." Gentle brushes of her fingertips as they grazed the blare flesh at his waist had his heart going into overdrive. One by one the buttons on his trousers fell victim to her deft touches. Each slight wipe of her hand, he knew was fully intentional. The moment the zipper was downed he sprang free to a hum of Hemione's approval.
The witch licked her lips as her heated brown eyes stared up at him. For heaven's sake he nearly lost if right there. To that very image he had fantasized about as many times before.
Wrapping her hands around the man before her Hermione gently glided her hand up and down his impressive length, marveling at the silky hard texture of him. She gave just the slightest swipe of her tongue, ghosting across the tip, setting his every nerve on end. Tugging him closer she allowed her breath to trace across him as her eyes took on his swollen engorged cock. Standing above her Draco looked on with a look of pure mystification.
There was always more than one way to cast a spell on a man after all.
She waited until she had Draco melting in the palm of her hand before she finally leaned in, pulling him half-way into her mouth. The sound he made, guttural and primal, sent a bolt of longing right to her center.
His hands wound through her hair and she allowed him to gently guide her head to different angles he wanted to fuck her mouth. She laved and licked along the way, sucking when permitted as she clenched her thighs with need.
Hermione moaned, each thrust of his hips growing faster and harder. His length going deeper and deeper.
Pulling her head away from his cock he gruffly ordered her to lay down. He stared at her, molten gray eyes never wavering, as he stripped himself from every article of clothing. His lean muscled body rippled with every motion, she could not even stand to pull her eyes away from the sigh of the wizard before her, her wizard.
He climbed onto the bed until he was kneeling between her knees, "These, Granger, are going," he looped his finger under the edge of her knickers, vanishing them almost instantly. "The rest of this, will stay."
As Draco's head lowered between her thighs a tiny alarm bell rang in the back of her head. The only problem being that she could not quite remember what it was, nor could she bring herself to care at the moment considering the horribly wicked acts Draco was performing with his tongue.
The coil with in her wound tighter and closer as Draco brought her just to the edge, driving her higher and higher, over and over again. Hermione rotated her hips, searching for that friction she knew would push her over the brink. And every time she was just about right there, Draco would pull it away, just out of her grasp.
In a fit of frustration, she pulled his head back up her body by his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist as her lips sought out his own. Their tongues fought for dominance as their naked bodies ground against one another. The heat of Draco's bulging member, burning a path up the inside of her leg. She arched her back to meet him, the tip of him sliding easily between her wet folds causing them both to let out a groan.
"Damn Hermione..." something, there was something. Something he was supposed to say. "Fuck, you feel so good."
With one quick thrust he found himself sheathed to the hilt in his witch, her breath hitched at the sudden intrusion. He had known he was lost the moment he tasted the whiskey on her breath. They had too many memories with the taste of whiskey involved, and they certainly weren't going to stop now. Almost immediately a look of bliss overcame her as she urged him onward with the heels of her feet.
Damn he missed this. He had missed her warmth and touch. He had missed the feel of being inside her. He had mussed the touch of home. Because that is precisely what she was. As he looked upon her face, at the witch as she writhed wildly beneath him, he felt that feeling, deep in his heart. The ache of the pain she had caused him over the last few weeks. The desperation he had felt as he had reached out to her repeatedly.
Desperately his hands groped out, clutching blindingly to whatever he could get a good grasp of. One arm was tangled in her hair as the other was wrapped around her thigh possessively. Gripping her so tightly that he knew there would be marks in the morning. He pulled them together over and over again, and he poured his emotion into her with every kiss.
She gasped as a wave of need so intense blasted through them causing Draco's to grind into her deeper.
"Yes! Draco, just like that!" she arched her back meeting him stroke for stroke as she felt herself quivering around him.
He grunted in her ear as he continued his punishing rhythm, a ghost of his hot breath the only warning preceding the pinch of his teeth as his bit down punishingly into her shoulder.
Hermione fell apart, ripping at the seams all around him, her walls tightening and milking him. Pulling him down under with her as he buried himself even deeper inside her.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, you know life, holidays, etc... I honestly had big plans to spend much of my off time writing but that didn't pan out, so here you go.. and sorry again! As always guys let me know what you think, and if you haven't already don't forget to check out my Tumblr for extras, sneak peeks, and other goodies! blog/pink-wednesdays