"While that was quite a show this morning, how's your wrist," he asked the Gryffindor girl as she stepped through the door to the Astronomy Tower a lit cigarette already in her petite hand. He watched as she brought her vice up to her mouth, her eyes briefly closing as she breathed in the addicting chemicals, her whole-body sighing in relief as she took in her poison. Opening her eyes, she stared at him for a moment. When he was younger, he'd thought Granger's eyes were muddy brown, he'd thought her blood was the same colour. Over the course of their late-night encounters, he'd come to realise her eyes were far more complex than that, instead of been muddy brown they were a deep chocolate colour, from a distance at least, but when you got closer to her you could see that her eyes were made up of flecks of amber and gold as well. He'd noticed they tended to change with her emotions, when angered the amber often dominated her stare while when sad they'd be darker often a deep chocolate that bordered on becoming black. He'd never seen someone with such expressive eyes, eyes that currently stared at him, their colours muddled like a whirlwind of a storm, displaying a multitude of emotions as their owner contemplated her response to his statement. How was it that one girl could feel so much and be so open yet was also capable of hiding her emotions away? Their first night together on the tower, her eyes had been dark and hauntingly dead, her face a perfect mask which she had hid behind.
"We both know I've experienced more than a broken wrist, it's fine as for Ronald and the scene he made, well he can screw himself; he has made a fool of me for the last time," she told him as she took a seat on the ledge next to him. Draco winced at the reminder that she had experienced worse than a broken wrist, of course he knew she had, he'd watched her scream as his aunt cut into her flesh with a cursed blade, watched as she was repeatedly placed under the cruciatus curse, begging for it to stop yet refusing to break and give his aunt the information she wanted. In comparison to what she had experienced that day, not to mention finding out her parents had been murdered after they were tracked down in Australia, a broken wrist was nothing of significance.
"I'm sorry," the words left his mouth hoarsely, though barley audible the girl at his side froze.
"What Ron did isn't your fault," she told him as she shakily as she lit another cigarette, foot stamping the burnt-out tab of her first into the stone floor.
"We both know I'm not apologizing for your worthless ex, for the record though you Granger deserve far mor than Weasley, there is no way he's capable of keeping up with you intellectually, you need a wizard who you can discuss work with, books with, someone who will debate ideas with you and encourage you to follow your dreams. Weasley is an idiot who lets jealousy and insecurities rule him, he's also a fool, he had you, the brightest witch of the age and he cheated. No wizard in his right mind would let you get away. I am sorry Granger. I'm sorry for calling you a Mudblood throughout our childhood, your blood is just as red as mine. I'm also sorry that I didn't help you that day at Malfoy Manor, I should have saved you instead I just watched as my aunt hurt you, as Greyback tried to force himself on you. I'm so sorry," he told her, raising his eyes from his legs to look at the girl sitting next to him, the girl whose forgiveness he didn't deserve.
"Thank you for what you said about Ron, I know I deserve more than what he can give me, I just always thought that Harry and Ginny would be together, and that Ron and I would be together. Truthfully, I think it was more the public and people like Ron's mum that pushed us together. Many times, over the years he's hurt me and it's good he did this now rather than in the future," she told him quietly, pausing to take another drag of her cigarette before raising her eyes to meet his.
"I forgive you Draco. I forgave you ages ago. You were raised to be bigoted, a product of your environment. You were a horrible bully, but you were a child. You haven't called me a Mudblood since fifth year and I think we both know that's because you'd realise that blood purity is bullshit. You were delt a raw deal and you did what you could to survive. You were forced to watch and participate in horrible acts when you were still a child, I don't hold that against you. I don't know how I'd have coped in your situation, what I'd have done. You did help me that day, you didn't identify us when you knew it was us. Just looking at you helped me, I focused on you that day, on your eyes that were full of fright and sorrow. You anchored me to this world that day, you didn't want to be there anymore than I did. Just your presence kept me alive. I meant what I said at your trial, you were nothing more than a scared child trying to protect their self and their mother. You helped us at the manor, and you also fought on our side during the final battle, you deserve to be happy Draco and you deserve your freedom," she told him taking his cold hand into warm ones and squeezing it in comfort, he felt ashamed that he was the one with tears in his eyes when she was the one who had endured so much.
"I could have done more," he told her firmly.
"What could you have done, if you had tried to save me Bellatrix and Greyback would have killed you," she whispered.
"I should have tried," he told her.
"I'm glad you didn't, if you had I'd have no one to sit up here with," she told him with a mirthless laugh.
"You could have found a different night-time buddy," he told her.
"I quite like my snarky Slytherin companion," she replied, bumping her shoulder against his.
"If you like snarky Slytherins you should invite Theo up here, snarkiest guy I know," he told her seriously.
"Isn't he your best friend," she asked.
"Still a snarky git," he told her nodding his head, with a smile when she laughed.
"Oh, you are horrible Draco," she giggled pulling a silver flask out of her pocket and taking a drink of what he knew was muggle vodka.
"I say it how it is love," he told her before taking a swig from the flask she passed to him.
"That's what I like about you," she told him sadly.
"Why do you sound sad, Granger," he asked his eyes fixed on her lips that she nibbled in distress.
"Most people I know are so focused on getting by that they don't tell the truth anymore. Everyone says they are fine when they aren't. Nobody is fine, it's a lie they tell themselves, so people won't ask further questions. You don't lie though, you come up here and you say things as they are with no sugar-coating. You tell me when life is shit, you scream and shout when you are angry, I like that," she told him shrugging her shoulders before taking another swig from the flask.
"I was forced to lie and hide my true feelings during the war, I didn't want to continue lying now that part of my life is over," he told her simply.
"So last night when you said that you'd like to do so much more to me than just kiss me you meant that" she asked him her voice nervous to his ears.
"You remember that" he asked her quietly, his eyes staring into hers which swirled with curiosity and was that lust, Hermione nodded silently, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lower lip as her eyes darted down to look at his, her pristine white teeth gently biting her lips, a habit she often did when nervous or when she was over thinking something.
Draco groaned, at the sight; "I meant every word," he told her leaning forward and capturing her lips with his own, kissing, nibbling, and licking, Draco dominated the kiss, his left hand tangled in her curls, his right on her side, its thumb gently rubbing against her covered breast.
"Umm, Draco, the girl moaned his name, gasping as he trailed kisses along her jawline and down to the column of her throat where he sucked needily between soothing kisses and licks.
"I've wanted to kiss you for years, Granger," he whispered against the shell of her ear as his thumb ran over her hardened nipple, "No bra, that's very naughty Granger," he whispered huskily, pinching its peak through the fabric of her peach t-shirt.
"There not comfy," she told him dragging his head back towards her, with a chuckle he reclaimed her lips in a heated kiss, his arms pulling her closer so that she sat atop of his lap, her legs either side of him, her core against his hardened bulge.
"Oh, Merlin", she gasped her eyes wide as she tentatively ground herself against him, Draco groaned at the friction, his hips bucking against the flushed girl as she took gasped for air.
"We should stop," he told her gently, leaning forward to kiss the side of her head.
"I've never done this," she told him, grinding herself against him her eyes alight with curiosity.
"I know you told me last night, he told her, hissing in pleasure as she moved in her lap.
"Isn't that painful," she asked him, still experimentally grinding herself against him, pleasured mews escaping her as he brushed against her swollen clitoris.
"It can be uncomfortable if left but I can take care of it, you don't have to," he broke off moaning as the little witch in his laps hand grasped his hardened cock through the black trousers he was wearing.
"Granger what are you doing," he asked as the little witch pulled his zip down, her hand slipping into his trousers to grip his cock, her small thumb rubbing his weeping head the same way his had brushed her covered nipples.
"Learning, I like learning new skills Draco," she whispered against his lips, as she began pumping her him in her delicate hand.
"You'll be the death of me Hermione," he groaned, throwing his head back as he came in her hand.
"I hope not, I have lots left to learn," she told him, bringing her hand to her mouth, and sucking his release off her fingers.
"God's you are beautiful," he told her, kissing her once more before trailing his lips lower, kissing along her throat past the bruise he had left there earlier to her covered breasts, taking the left into his mouth through the thin fabric, he ran his tongue along her hardened peak, sucking it into his mouth and gently nibbling on the sensitive flesh. While his mouth focused on her left breast his right hand squeezed her right one, massaging the globe that fit perfectly in his large hand. In his lap the small witch withered grinding herself erratically in his lap as he focused on her heaving chest.
"Draco, Draco, I think I'm going to," the witch broke off moaning as he bit down on her left nipple, his right hand pinching her right one just as harshly. The little witch in his lap moaned her back arched as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Wrapping her in his arms, he brought the little witch close to his chest, as she came down from her high.
"That was… wow," she whispered, smiling at him with a dazed smile, as she panted against his chest.
"It was," he paused for a second, "wow", he repeated with a chuckle.
"Shut up, you know what I've mean, I've never, not with someone else anyway," she told him, her face flushing with embarrassment as she burrowed against his chest.
"Weasley never got you off then," he asked.
"I was never comfortable with him touching me, not like that, it always felt wrong.
"But it feels right with me," he questioned felling shocked.
"Everything with you feels right," she whispered her eyes fluttering closed, exhausted from the night's events, the little witch let sleep claim her. Leaning against her former enemies' chest on the ledge of the Astronomy Tower she found her comfort. Draco smiled at the girl in his arms and pulled her closer to him, hoping to ward of the chill.
"Goodnight little witch, you feel right to me too," he whispered to her, smiling as she let out a little snore against his neck.
"Hector," he called quietly.
"Master Draco called for Hector," his personal house elf asked with a small pop.
"Hector please can you take Miss Granger back to her bed in Gryffindor Tower," he asked quietly.
"Of course, sir," with a pop, Draco was left alone where he sat on the ledge, unsure what the nights developments meant but hopeful that life would be better.