The morning sun was shining in on her brighter than usual. She felt the heat from day glaring down on her and wanted to move but couldn't. She opened her eyes and found that she was in an entanglement of limbs.
She didn't remember falling asleep beside him, but she must have. The sex was incredible, hard and fast, slow and torturous, then a sprint to the finish with her screaming out his name again and again as they both came apart together. She hadn't had sex like that in forever, but it was great.
She looked to the quiet face of the man beside her and wondered just how he had come to be here. What was his story? She told herself that she would ask him that very question as soon as she had the opportunity.
She brushed his hair back from his face and ran her fingers down the side of his face. By the height of the sun, it was already late morning and by the sounds coming from her stomach, she needed breakfast.
She thought about summoning Milly but decided against it. She thought about cooking something herself, but the warmth of the body beside her and the memories from the night before were too appealing.
She reached below the blanket and wasn't surprised to find Malfoy hard. He was a morning wood kind of guy, which suited her well. She was definitely no prude and could admit that she loved sex, any time of the day, but there was something about morning. About waking up, no talking, just sex.
She started stroking him and watched as his eyes flung open. He went to speak, but she pressed a finger to his lips. She needed to take the lead. To start the day on a high.
She crawled up the bed and straddled him, not wasting time before easing herself down onto his waiting erection. She moaned as he filled her with every inch, it was like he was designed perfectly for her. When she was fully sheathed, she sat still for the briefest moment, taking him in in this new way before moving.
She would rise up till she could feel that it was just the tip inside of her, then come down again, over and over again as she tilted herself in different directions. She squeezed her muscles tight as she rode him, grinding herself against him when she came down. The building of an orgasm made her movements more frenzied, faster, hotter. He reached up and took a nipple between his fingers, with his hand cupping her breast and when he squeezed the small bud, it was like a jolt of electricity to her core. She came with a fury of 1000 orgasms, calling out comprehendible words as she fell down from the precipice.
He took the opportunity to change their positions, he kept her on her knees but moved behind her, slamming into her hard, taking her fast. She cried out, like some sort of crazed lunatic, not caring what he thought of her verbalisations. He was hitting her in some new spot that she didn't know existed and with each hard, fast thrust, she found herself nearing another intense orgasm, or perhaps a continuation of the previous one.
She felt his pace quicken, his thrusts become shallower, and she knew he was close. His hand reached around, and he roughly took hold of her breast. She didn't care that he was rough. In fact, it sent her body completely over the edge. Her walls clamped down on him as she came and within moments, he groaned as he jerked his final thrusts into her, spilling himself inside of her, filling her, giving himself to her.
They both collapsed on the bed in a new tangle of limbs. The sweat shone on their skin and their breaths drew in hard fast gasps.
"Well, that's a nice way to wake up" he said with a smile.
"I thought so too" she said, getting up from the bed and searching for something to wear. She let him watch, playing out the slow manner in which she moved, carefully pulling on her underwear and shorts, and foregoing a bra with an oversized shirt.
"Breakfast?" she asked with a smile, as she left the room.
"You're going to make breakfast?" he asked.
"I'm going to supply us with milk and cereal" she said.
"Sounds like a great start to the day" he said, getting up and stepping into his shorts before following her out the door and down the stairs.
Hermione's mind was in a place of bliss. She had come to find solitude, but found great sex instead. The fact that it was Draco Malfoy of all people didn't bother her as much as it perhaps could have. Afterall, it had been almost 10 years since she last saw him. Since she testified for him and declared his innocence to the wizarding world. She believed he was capable of goodness back then and had only shown her kindness now.
She rounded the corner to enter the kitchen and stopped in her tracks when she saw that it wasn't empty.
Her stomach hit the floor and she lost her ability to talk, to breathe, to function as she gasped.
He had found her.
"Well well well, you certainly made it hard for me to find you, but then, I wouldn't want to be found if I had run off with someone either" he said, toying with a knife in the block that sat on the bench where, just 24 hours ago, she had been screaming Malfoy's name.
She just stood there, staring at him, unable to comprehend what was happening. She made every effort to ensure he wouldn't find her, to be invisible, unseen, yet here he stood.
"I… I didn't run off with anyone" she murmured, feeling about as low and small as he wanted her to. She was without a wand, without her strength, without everything that made her willing and able to fight him off.
"You didn't… You didn't run off? You ran out on me in the middle of a romantic weekend away, Hermione. You left in the middle of the night and now I find you here, with him of all people" he said, gesturing to Malfoy who had now arrived in the kitchen beside her. "How rude of me, I neglected to introduce myself" he said, stepping towards where Malfoy stood beside Hermione. She sidestepped, making sure to put as much space as she could between her and her ex.
"Charlie Weasley" he said, bringing himself to his full height and shoving his hand towards Malfoy to shake.
Malfoy was no match for brute size, but met him at eye level. He refused to shake his hand, preferring to glare into his eyes. Hermione saw the rage building before Charlie's smile began to falter. He had this behaviour down to a tee and she saw it. Usually, he'd now make an excuse to leave and take out his frustrations on her in privacy.
"Hermione, is this the guy you were telling me about?" Malfoy asked with a look that resembled his father.
She could only nod as she tried to retreat further and further away from the exchange.
"I must admit, this is the last person I thought I'd find you with. I thought maybe Ron or Harry at a stretch, then I thought, what about Krum? But you have really outdone yourself now my love" he said, making to move towards her.
At this, Malfoy put his arm up to stop him. Hermione didn't miss the fact that he had to turn his body to make sure it was his death eater arm that was held up n front of him.
"I think you need to leave" Malfoy said.
"I don't think so. This is my girlfriend and I think I will stay" he said, pushing Malfoy away from him and slamming him against the wall.
Hermione let out a whimper at this and continued to back herself around the kitchen, in hopes that she could somehow escape. She found herself in a very familiar position, wandless and at the mercy of a madman who had spent years with only dragons for company.
"Charlie… I… You need to go" she said.
"No babe, I don't think I do. Don't you want to know how I found you?" he asked.
A huge part of her was desperate to now how he had found her, but there was a much larger part of her that just wanted him gone.
She shook her head no, as tears fell from her eyes.
"Don't cry Hermione, you know I hate it when you do that" he said, his voice raising and his presence now looming over her. She quickly wiped her tears away and nodded, looking down at her feet and closing her eyes.
"I'm… I'm sorry" she muttered.
There was silence in which she didn't look at anyone. She heard Malfoy's shuffling feet at the opposite end of the kitchen, and felt the presence of Charlie right before her as he ran his hands through his hair, over his face. She knew this part. She felt it before it happened and for that she was grateful as she could brace herself for it. The back of his hand connected with her jaw and sent her flying. She felt her head connect with one of the kitchen cabinets and then nothing. Everything went black and she was unconscious.