Chapter 5. Let me
Draco stood underneath the cold water stream, breathing heavy with his hands firmly on the tiles in front of him.
The image of Hermione shattering while rubbing against him was branded in his brain.
The curls falling from throwing back her head with such force, the pretty blush on the apples of her cheeks, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, that moan that made him shatter right after her.
That wasn't the plan, he meant to stop after she peaked, he mentally chastised himself for the indulgence.
He had meant to endure this year like a penance, the bullying, no friends, no partying, and definitely no sex.
Especially no sex with the school's golden girl, the bloody war hero for fuck sakes.
The searing kisses she gave him while grinding herself on him, so full of passion and lust, were short-circuiting his brain.
Fucking hell! He had no right to be this happy after everything that he did!
The soft knock at the door didn't pull him out of his spiraling thoughts.
"Draco, is everything okay?"Hermione's soft voice was so far away.
He didn't answer and she started getting worried. "May I please come in?" She said knocking softly again.
No answer.
"Alohomora" She stepped in cautiously wand drawn, her hair now free from its containment, she was still in the inciting tank top and now ruined yoga pants.
"Draco? Please say something." She walked to the shower. She pulled back the curtain and found him trembling and sobbing underneath the freezing water, one hand covering his eyes.
She stepped in, clothes and all and flicked her wand to turn the hot water on.
"Why on earth are you in freezing water?" She hugged him close and rubbed his back while the water heated up.
He took a moment to process she was now here with him, and slowly began to feel warmth coming back to his body, he leaned his forehead on her shoulder and whispered. "I was supposed to be in Azkaban... Suffering...like my father. Not getting off with the witch I secretly lusted over ever since second year."
Her eyes were wide, she understood that guilt, it was survivor's guilt.
"Hey look at me, it's okay, it's okay, I know how you feel... but the reality is we were child soldiers... You weren't in the final battle Draco, you left, your hands are still clean, I can't even say that for myself, during the heat of the battle I can't help but wonder if I inadvertently took any lives. It haunts my dreams every night." She said cupping his face forcing him to look at her. "But that doesn't mean we don't deserve a second chance at a regular teenage life."
He took her hands in his and pulled them off gently. "Hermione, I just can't drag you down with me, I'm a traitor and a coward. You're a war hero."
She balled her fists in rage, sparks flew menacingly from the tip of her wand. "Fuck being a war hero, fuck being a bloody symbol, it's all horse shit!" Tears streamed down her face.
She slowly leaned on the cold tiles behind her defeatedly. "I just...I just... want someone to accept me when I'm being weak, and selfish and making stupid decisions."
Draco was awed, it had never occurred to him the pressure she must have endured, he knew Potter and Weasley were mediocre at best, she had to be their strength, their heart, and their brain for YEARS.
"I want someone that lusts after me because they think I'm pretty, like a regular girl." She said with a mirthless laugh.
Not even that was given to her, she was beautiful and now every guy that approached her may just be wanting to get with her because of her fame.
"I want someone that will revel in this physical neediness I have all the bloody time, without getting tired of me."
He would never in a million years get tired of her. He suddenly found himself holding her tenderly by her waist, engrossed in every syllable she uttered.
"I know you weren't showed enough kindness, or tenderness, or love, and I have so much to give." Her hand was now in his hair raking her nails delicately in his scalp.
"Please let me." She begged, and kissed him soundly.
He was only too eager to reciprocate, he was already hers. Completely and utterly hers.
He gently took her wand from her hand and flourished it to making her clothes vanish.
She gasped and fake pouted. "I liked that outfit!"
"I'll buy you ten new ones". He said in a voice an octave deeper than usual, he flourished her wand again levitating and pinning her to the wall at a very convenient height. Finally, he cast a contraception spell on her before forgetting every last bit of guilt from his mind and focusing entirely on making that beautiful, smart, loving witch, feel wanted like never before.
The only thought in his mind was that this year may actually turn out to be the best year of his life.