*Peeks in, laughs awkwardly*
Life man. This pandemic shit is really messing with my creativity, as it's legitimately taken me near ten months to write this one piece and like three chapters over on Inkitt...but here we are lol. I think about you guys a lot, and I know that I write for a while and then just disappear for *ahem* a while and that's super shitty - but I'm still here, slowly writing away if there are still people who want to read it.
As always, I'm eternally grateful for you guys, and I hope you enjoy this oneshot.
By the time Draco arrived, the merriment was well underway. Magic crackled across the forest floor and swirled through the trees above, faeries flitting through the air like lightening bugs, birds visible in pairs perched on branches as if they, too, knew of the occasion.
The sun had set and multiple Balefires were high, their flames licking toward the moon as witches and wizards in various stages of undress danced and kissed, drank and laughed, sang and prayed their hopes for life into the world around them, into the very core of everything - all to the sensual music being played by various people scattered around the forest, somehow all in rhythm with the other regardless of their distance.
Everything in balance.
It was Draco's first time celebrating the Sabbat in Ireland - alone at that, but he was completely at ease. This Beltane's celebration was one of the largest gatherings of its kind. One could feel the raw power of having so many like-minded people with magical cores in one place - love, fertility, birth, creation - it was all right here. And though it was certainly different to Beltane in the Wiltshire countryside, the magic was there all the same - and something in the primal feeling around him had him favoring this rite more than any he'd attended back home.
He slowly made his way around each of the fires, sometimes trailing between trees, taking in all the different faces - unique magical auras, Handfasting ceremonies, rituals to Cernunnos, Sheela-na-Gig, the Morrigan, Odin - it all seemed to blend together into a mass of vibrating energy that made the very air a heady potion, alive with ancient magic.
Taking a glass from one of the girls walking the crowd with trays of May wine and honey shots, he let the sweet alcohol slide down his throat and allowed his eyes to close for a moment. He inhaled deeply, feeling the heartbeat of the earth through the soles of his feet, the warm night air caressing the exposed skin of his chest like a familiar lover, the smell of fresh hawthorn and smoke heavy around him.
He was never freer than on this day. Never more connected to the Divine in himself and all around him. Never more strong.
His eyes were coaxed open by the tickle of familiar magic coiling slowly around the edges of his mind as he struggled to reason how she could be here of all places.
But then he saw her. Hermione Granger, dancing as though she'd been born to do naught else but this - so fluid were her movements, so far removed from the timid schoolgirl of their past was this Venus before him.
He watched, transfixed, as she moved her hips to the low thrum of the drums, her wild curls falling free around her face and down her back as her arms reached for the twinkling blanket of stars above. Her head was tilted up toward the Gods, a dreamy smile on her face as she moved at the center of the other men and women dancing around the fire.
And as she always had, she held every ounce of his attention.
Enraptured by her grace. She was nothing less than a vision.
Helen. Freya. Aphrodite.
A Goddess walking the earth.
She wore a dress of glittering gold that seemed to move with her, sliding over her breasts like woven silk in the summer sun, wrapping down to encase her lush hips and arse, stopping in wisps at her mid thigh that seemed to drip to the grass and glow around her bare feet.
As if she could feel his intense study of her, her gaze met his - the exact shade of whiskey he'd be willing to drown in, had always been willing to drown in. And she held his gaze, a smile on her face and a hunger in her eyes as she continued moving her body to the beat, hands sliding over her stomach, grazing her breasts before traveling up her neck to tangle in her hair in a sensual display he felt was all for him regardless of how many people were around them.
Before he could register his feet moving he was stood before her, easily sliding an arm around her back, and as hers wound around his neck he murmured, "Aren't you supposed to be incredibly under the radar, Granger?"
Up close he could see that her dress wasn't actually a dress at all; it was her magic, swirling and dancing over her skin like threads of sunlight to both hide and show. Both dripping to stain the ground and rising to swirl above her head before floating down to land on anyone close enough - and it didn't take but a moment for his shoulders and hair to glow faintly with her magic.
The feeling made his magical core pulse, her pupils dilating as his cool magic raced across her blazing skin and left goosebumps in its wake.
"No one I didn't want to see would come here." she said, fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck before grazing her nails across his scalp, drawing a strangled groan from the wizard before her as she leaned forward to whisper against his ear, "And I trust you'll keep my secret, won't you, Draco?"
The way she purred his name, his given name, just like she did when he dreamt of her - he would give her anything. Everything. Just so long as he got to hear her say his name like that, like he owned every bit of her attention. Like she was his salvation - because Salazar, she was.
"You know that I will."
There was a mischievous glint in her eye that made him feel as though she knew exactly how he felt, as though she could see straight through to his soul.
"Dance with me."
It was neither a question nor a command, but his body easily fell in rhythm with hers, hands sliding over her hips, the caress of her magic as soothing as the heat that he felt radiating from her.
She spun in his arms, her back to his front, and took his hands in her own, leading them to slide up her stomach to cup her breasts, all the while maintaining the sensual swing of her hips, head tilted back against his bare chest so her hair tickled his skin.
He couldn't contain his low groan, possessively squeezing the supple flesh as he ground into her, pressing his hardened erection into her bum.
"You feel bloody divine." he murmured into the soft skin of her neck, feathering the lightest kisses there that pulled a throaty groan from the witch before him - and he knew in that moment that he would never get enough of the sound.
And that he desperately wanted to hear what other sounds he could drag from her.
Her hands left his, instead winding around his neck to play with the hair at his nape, head lolling further to the side to give him better access. His hands moved of their own accord now, kneading, caressing - and every so often dragging over her pebbled nipples and drawing forth a soft breath from her parted lips.
"Did you see?" she asked suddenly, spinning back to face him, arms finding their place around his shoulders again, "Did you ever dream of me?"
Her eyes captivated him like no other, drawing forth only the absolute truth. Dreams that felt more like memories flooding his mind at her simple question.
"More often than I'd care to admit."
Her pupils dilated further, voice dropping lower as she pressed forward so there wasn't an atom of space between them, "I dreamt of you, too. Dreamt of your magic...your eyes...your lips..."
She trailed her fingertips over his slightly parted lips, goosebumps rising on her arms as he pressed a kiss to the digits, smoldering gray eyes holding her full attention while his cool magic swept against her skin.
His fingers tightened at her hips, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he asked, "What about my lips, Granger?"
And instead of the embarrassment he thought he'd see, he only saw hunger. Dark, lust glazed eyes met his gaze unapologetically as she sharply tugged him down so that his lips hovered over her own.
"How they would feel against my own," she murmured, allowing her lips to brush his, magic crackling at the simple touch, "How they would feel against my skin - if they would be soft or demanding, worshipping or dominating -" she paused, daring to flick her tongue out, caressing the fullness of his lower lip and pulling a near-feral growl from him before continuing, "But honestly? I know they'd be all those things and more. I know you'll be all those things and more."
Draco dragged a hand from her hip up to tangle in the wild curls at the nape of her neck, tugging so that her face was tilted toward the stars and he could bury another groan into the soft skin of her neck, biting her shoulder and taking a moment to revel in the shiver than ran through her body before he spoke against her skin, peppering his sentence with kisses and nips as he moved up her neck, "I'll be whatever you want. Whatever you need."
Her nails dug into his chest at the words, at the possessive way he held her, one hand between her shoulder blades, gripping her hair and forcing her to submit while he worshipped her skin with tongue and teeth, the other sliding down her side, all the way down to the exposed skin of her thigh before trailing back up to her ribs, questing fingers lightly disrupting the magic of her dress enough to give him glimpses of beautifully tanned skin.
It was a heady combination, one that made him absolutely oblivious to everyone else around them. It was only her. It felt like it'd only ever been her.
"Please, Draco." she pleaded, voice clearly belying her need and only serving to draw another groan from the blonde before her.
He released her hair, instead cupping her face, thumb trailing over her bottom lip as he murmured, "You're so fucking beautiful, Hermione."
Her breath caught and her eyes widened slightly, whether from hearing her first name or the compliment he didn't know, but the breathtaking smile that overtook her face a moment later convinced him that it didn't matter either way.
He didn't waste another moment, closing the distance between their lips with ease.
And he was home.
There was a stillness, a warmth better than any fire could provide, a comfort he'd never really known he'd been missing until this moment; and he couldn't help but wonder how he'd ever managed to live without it - without her.
He swallowed her gasp, using the opportunity to dance his tongue along her own and smother his moan against her lips as her fingers dug into the waistband of his pants, tugging him closer, her magic tugging him closer.
He could feel his own reaching out toward her, searching for warmth that only she could provide.
"Brilliant witch," he mumbled against her lips, pushing her back against the nearest tree before trailing his kisses down her neck, following the curve of her magic at her neckline with his tongue, the feeling drawing a soft sigh from her kiss-swollen lips as her hands found his hair. "Always bloody brilliant."
He claimed her breast with his mouth, hand covering the other, and a moment later his magic was moving hers, silver waves coaxing gold thread to drip down her stomach and expose her breasts to his starved gaze.
"Fucking perfect." he growled against her skin, teasing the supple flesh while his free hand slid around to squeeze her arse, enjoying the way her nails scratched along his scalp, sometimes pulling at the strands when he bit her harder, when his aching cock rubbed just right to provide that perfect friction.
"Malfoy," she gasped, the cool tingle of his magic against her overheated skin both delicious and intense, "Please, I need -"
"Shh," he murmured, cool lips pressing against her own, "I know what you need. Let me take care of you, love."
She bit her lip, nodding her agreement. They both knew that he could give her exactly what she needed.
He waved his hand and a bed of white flowers appeared before them, gently guiding her to lay down.
For a moment he just stared, taking in the beautiful creature before him. Her curly mane was spread out around her, a stark contrast to the light petals beneath her. What was left of her dress danced over the skin of her hips and legs, hiding the last part of her he'd yet to see. Her cheeks and breasts were flushed a delectable pink, her lips full and red from his kisses, but the most captivating were her eyes. Glowing gold and watching him with an adoration he never thought anyone would feel for him. Yet she showed it freely. Easily.
He knelt before her legs, sliding his hands up her calves, slowly spreading her thighs and settling in the space he created between them. He watched, fascinated as her magic slid over his fingers, curling up his arms and tickling his skin as it spread across his chest - and one look at her mischievous grin let him know that it was entirely intentional.
Two could play this game.
He trailed slow, deliberate kisses up her thigh, fingertips sparking with his magic trailing against the opposite leg before he finally reached her core, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her dripping cunt that had her back arching and magic surging out. Her dress turned to gold dust that floated around them much as her magic had earlier, a strangled moan of his name passing her lips as one hand found his hair.
Draco groaned against her folds, drunk on her taste, on the way she sang for him. He spread her legs further, using both hands to push her thighs toward the ground. With his eyes on hers, he trailed his tongue from her arse all the way up to her clit, pulling an almost disbelieving noise of arousal from her as her eyes threated to roll back when he only continued his skilled torture.
"You taste divine." he mumbled, sounding almost desperate as he heard her cries getting louder, sharper, "Fucking perfect cunt, so wet for me. Salazar, I want you to come on my tongue."
He slipped two fingers into her already slightly spasming cunt, arching forward to press against that perfect spot and utterly delighting in the sharp scream that left her throat at the sudden move.
"Fuck, Draco, that's so good." she gasped, thighs tensing as he traced runes over her clit with his tongue, speeding up the pace of his fingers, "That's going to - fuck - Malfoy, I - I'm coming!"
He pulled his fingers from her, greedily lapping at her, the lewd slurping noises only making her legs shake harder, his wet fingers pressed into her thigh and keeping her spread for him, forcing her to take everything he wanted to give her - and gods did he want to give her everything.
When he continued teasing her, his tongue circling her puckered hole, lightly pressing against her before swiping up to fuck her cunt, his thumb taking over on her clit, she could barely gasp out, "Merlin, Malfoy, I can't - gods - it's too much -"
He silenced her complaint with his lips, capturing her in a distracting kiss before slipping his fingers back into her, free hand wrapping around her throat possessively before he began roughly moving his fingers within her.
"I could watch you fall apart for hours, love, which means I can think of no better endeavor than to try and achieve just that."
The coil in her stomach wound faster this time, the added feel of his magic caressing her breasts, her hips, her stomach - it seemed to heighten everything, every touch.
Her fingers clamped around the wrist of the hand he had around her throat, eyes fluttering shut as her lips parted on a low, keening moan that went straight to his cock.
Draco felt her magic pulse a moment before she came, clenching around his fingers and squirting over his hand, her body shaking as he worked her through it, murmuring praise against her ear and pressing soft kisses to her neck.
"Tell me what you want from me, Hermione."
She met his gaze, and in his eyes she saw her answer reflected back at her, hundreds of thousands of lives before this one - they'd done this countless times, their magic told the story well enough.
"Everything," she said, pulling him fully over her, hands sliding to his hair as she continued, "Everything you can give me - no, more than that - everything you are. And I'll give you everything I am in return."
The guttural groan that shook his chest made her feel powerful, and the way he slid himself against her aching core made her feel wanton, made her feel willing to submit to whatever he might ask of her, knowing that he'd only ever do it for her pleasure.
And then, painfully slowly, he was pushing into her, forcing her tight walls to accept him.
"Oh gods," she breathed, eyes sliding shut as her nails dug into his shoulders.
"Look at me," he murmured, "Let me see you, love."
Her eyes flickered open, hazy and focused solely on him as he pushed into her to the hilt, unable to stop his stuttered curse at how perfect she felt wrapped around him, her eyes flaring bright gold with her magic and utterly captivated by the sparkling silver eyes that held her gaze so intently.
"Salazar, you're just like I remember."
The words were little more than a soft breath against her lips, but she understood him all the same, eyes fluttering shut at the memory of his touch as his free hand slid up to cradle her head, fingers splayed along the side of her throat as his thumb stroked her jaw. The gesture was both possessive and venerating; she belonged to him, but he belonged to her just the same.
Equals. Balanced.
Two sides of the same coin as they'd often been, always been, since the very beginning of it all. Before they were Hermione and Draco. Before Jeanne Antoinette and Louis. Before Romeo and Juliette. Before Beatrice and Dante. Before Cleopatra and Mark. Before Helen and Paris.
Before she birthed the Universe and he crafted life in her image. Created sparkling rivers and snow-capped mountains and blazing sunsets and all of earth's wonders just to watch her smile light up the sky.
It had always been them - would always be them. No matter the physical vessels, the place, the time - it didn't matter.
Beltane was their day. Had always been their day.
Every touch was backed by the power of the millions of times they'd touched before this, over lives and centuries their magic only strengthened - only knew each other better for it.
"You feel divine," he whispered against her lips, fingers threading through her own and pushing them up above her head as he set a languid pace, "But I always told you that, didn't I?"
"Yes," she gasped, squeezing his fingers as he stroked her so perfectly, the memories of all their previous lives swirling together to culminate in this moment, "You always did."
He dropped his lips to her neck, pressing lazy kisses to her overheated skin that matched the steady way he fucked into her again and again and again.
"You're so beautiful," he spoke into her shoulder, cool lips trailing to her breasts as he continued, "So fucking perfect."
He began to thrust a bit faster, goosebumps erupting over his skin at the sharp increase of her moans and the suffocating way her walls gripped him as her thighs began to shake around his hips.
"Fucking Goddess." he growled, abandoning her hands to sit up and grip her hips, easily pulling her onto his cock as he thrust his hips up to meet her. "Let go; let me feel you."
"Draco," his name was barely more than a broken whisper as her eyes clenched shut, gold sparks crackling from her hair and across her skin as she shook beneath him.
"Fuck, yes," he hissed, dropping back to his forearms to slowly grind against her, capturing her moans with a sloppy kiss, "You take my cock so well, love. Fucking divine. Can't wait to bury my seed in your tight little cunt," he growled, words leaving him in a jumbled rush as the pressure became too much, "Salazar, I love you."
The desperate cry that left her lips was nearly his undoing, but her words that followed pushed him over the edge, the way her hands cupped his face and her eyes held his, "I love you, my eternal protector, my Consort."
White light erupted behind his eyes, but he kept his hips moving, pelvis grinding against her clit in a way that had her clenching around him only moments later.
And nothing had ever felt more right than splashing her walls with his seed. She was his witch.
His Lady. His Queen.
His Goddess.
As they enjoyed the low thrumming of their magic against the other, their heartbeats slowly returning to normal, they were distantly aware of clapping, aware of a woman's voice that happily shouted, "The Goddess and God have United once more! Raise your voices in praise for another glorious year!"
But they were far too consumed with each other to pay it any mind.