AN: These two have been through so much. It's about time for them to have some fun, right?
Warning….lemons ahead!
Lost Souls of Nott Castle
Chapter 36 - Passion
Draco made sure Hermione was sleeping soundly, then he excused himself. He left Theo and Blaise in her sitting room, confident that if anything happened they could handle it.
As for himself, he needed some air. And he needed to release some pent up anger. Despite the rain, he took to the skies. He pushed himself to his absolute limit, flying faster and harder than he ever had before.
When he could feel himself getting tired, he set down in the clearing in front of the guest cottage. The little house had been Hermione's refuge away from him, away from the curse.
He went inside.
She had left it cleaner than it had been when they found it. The only indication she had been there was her pajamas folded neatly on the end of the bed, some parchment on the table, and the book on occulemency sitting on the couch.
He sat down on the couch and opened the book. He found the section on memory partitions and read through it several times. The concept was simple enough. The healer had made it sound so complicated.
He put the book down and sifted through the parchment on the table. The notes they had passed back and forth under the door that morning were lying there. There was also something else. A letter, written to him.
" Dear Draco," it read. " When I came to Nott Castle, I was scared and alone. I couldn't trust anyone, even myself. Over the past two months I found myself with you. This curse may be designed to keep us apart, but what she didn't know, couldn't possibly know, is that in the last two months I have had the best days of my life. If I am to be cursed to relive memories from a certain time in my life for the rest of my life, then what better memories than those of falling in love with you?"
He took a deep breath. Then he let himself remember. Their first date. Their first kiss. The first time he woke up with her in his arms. The first time he saw her laugh. The first time he made love to her.
A smile tilted his lips and he sighed, finally releasing all of the frustration that had plagued him over the past three days.
He loved her. That was all that mattered. He would do whatever it took to make sure they were both happy. They deserved that much.
He left the cottage with a fresh perspective and returned to the Castle. After taking a hot shower and dressing in clean, dry clothes, he returned to Hermione's room.
"Everything okay?" Theo asked.
"Yeah. Everything's great." For the first time in days he actually believed it, too. "Is she still sleeping?"
"She's up. I could hear her moving around a few minutes ago but she hasn't come out here yet."
"Okay. You guys can go. I'll take it from here."
Theo and Blaise shared a knowing look.
"Doesn't seem quite fair, mate," Blaise shook his head in mock chagrin. "Why is it that this bloke gets the girl instead of one of us?"
"What can I say?" He grinned. "The Fates knew we needed each other."
Blaise groaned and Theo laughed.
"Oh man, you've got it bad."
"You're right, I do. Now get out."
They were laughing at him as they left, but he didn't care at all. He ushered them out the door and locked it behind them. When he turned around, he was surprised to see Hermione standing in the bedroom door.
She was wearing a light blue dress that fell above her knees. Her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders, still damp from her own shower. She was leaning against the doorjamb with her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk on her face.
His heart might have skipped a beat when he saw her standing there, looking at him like that.
"Was that really necessary?" She asked as she raised her brow at him.
"Completely." He assured her. They moved towards each other, meeting behind the couch.
He slid his hands around her waist as she slid hers around his neck. Their lips met in a heated kiss.
It was the first kiss they had shared in days that he did not try to hold back. He wanted her to know exactly how much he wanted her - how much he needed her. How much he loved her.
She returned every bit of it right back with no hesitation whatsoever.
"Draco," she muttered against his lips.
He picked her up and set her on the back of the couch, grinding into her center and eliciting that delicious moan that he loved so much. Her head fell back as he ground against her again.
"It has been far too long since I was inside you," he growled into her ear. She moaned again.
They both knew where this was going. They had known from the second their eyes had met. The only question remaining was whether he should take it slow and savor every moment, or take her as fast as he could.
There were merits to both, but he didn't need to be in any hurry.
"Did you take your potion today?" He asked as his hands slid up her bare legs, sliding easily beneath the fabric of her skirt.
"No," she ran her fingers through his hair, scraping her nails against his scalp. "We need to cast the charm."
Where he expected to find lace, he found nothing but skin.
"Hermione, Love," he asked against her ear. "Are you wearing anything under this dress?"
Her hand drifted south, cupping his hardened manhood and squeezing gently.
"Nothing," she confirmed.
That sealed it for him. Taking it slow was not going to be an option.
He pulled his wand out of his pocket, pulling back just long enough so they could cast the contraceptive charm. As soon as they were done, his wand clattered to the floor and rolled under the couch, forgotten.
His lips met hers in a heated kiss and his hands skimmed along her thighs once again. As his fingers glided over her silky smooth skin, his thumbs caught the hem of her dress. Slowly, inch by inch, he lifted the fabric as his hands drifted across her thighs and over her waist. She lifted her arms above her head as he continued to lift the fabric further up her body. His fingers skimmed across her breasts, eliciting a gasp as her head fell back.
He pulled the dress up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside them. His hand wrapped around her hair, pulling gently to give him better access to her neck.
A delicious whine reverberated beneath his lips as he licked the pulse point beneath her ear.
"Gods, I've missed you," he muttered as he peppered kisses down her collarbone.
She ran her hands through his hair, tugging his lips back up to meet hers. He was lost in the sensations of having her in his arms again. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands in his hair. Her tongue in his mouth.
He cupped her breast in his hand, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
"Malfoy," she gasped.
"Granger," he growled. Then he was licking the taut peak, sucking it between his lips.
Her head fell back. She lost her balance on the back of the couch and slid backwards. Draco tried to catch her, but he could not. She laughed , her first true laugh in days.
"Oops," he said with a laugh. "Are you okay?"
He took his time walking around the couch, removing his own clothes piece by piece so he was naked when he joined her.
He took a moment to just appreciate the sight of her, lying on the couch with her hair sprawled out beneath her. Her lips and cheeks were flushed. Her breasts rose and fell with each quick breath. She was beauty personified.
He slid between her legs and positioned himself exactly where he wanted to be. His eyes searched hers for a moment.
"Are you sure you remember?" He asked her quietly.
She smirked up at him.
"No, Draco," she answered sarcastically. "I need you to refresh my memory."
She lifted her hips, moaning as he slipped through the moisture that had gathered at her entrance. His head dropped to rest against hers for a moment. Then he pushed inside her slowly, keeping eye contact until he was in as deep as he could.
He leaned forward and kissed her while slowly pulling out and pushing inside of her again. She moaned into his mouth.
"Again," she mumbled against his lips.
He sat back, repositioned himself, then drove into her. He knew what she liked, and it wasn't slow and gentle. No, his lion liked to be fucked hard and deep. The sounds of pleasure that came from her throat spurred him on, confirming that her preference had not changed.
"Oh, yes!" She called out as her back arched off the couch and she came around his cock.
He pulled out and pulled her to her feet. He turned her around.
"Put your knee on the couch," he instructed roughly. "Now put one hand on the arm and the other on the back of the couch."
She did exactly as he said.
"Like this?" She asked. She turned her head to look at him. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were bright. Her hair was messed. She was gorgeous.
"Just like that," he told her. His hand tangled in her hair and pulled her back just a little. He gave her a hard kiss. Then he told her, "hang on, Princess."
He stood behind her and teased her entrance with his cock until she moaned and pressed back against him. His hands found her hips. He pulled her back, plunging into her, as hard as he could.
She cried out in ecstacy. He repeated the action, slowly pulling out until only the tip of his cock was inside her, then plunging inside her hard and fast. She cried out again.
"You like that, don't you, Hermione," he muttered in her ear.
"Yes," she practically panted. "Again, Draco."
He happily obliged. His control was already waning when she moaned out loud, the sound vibrating through her body underneath him. That did it every time.
He took her hard and fast, again and again. The feel of her pulsing around him. The smell of their sex in the air. The sound of their pleasure echoing off the stone walls. The sight of her arching into him. The taste of salt on her skin as he leaned forward and sucked on the soft skin of her shoulder. It overwhelmed his senses, consumed him with the ultimate desire, pulled him to the edge of ecstasy.
His hand slid around her body, cupped her breast as he pulled her against him.
"Draco!" She yelled his name when he pinched her nipple. Her walls tightened around him almost painfully before she coated his cock with her release. He stilled behind her, gripping her tightly as he spilled his seed deep inside.
Neither of them moved for several long moments. They stayed melded together, breathing heavily, almost gasping for breath.
"Holy fuck," she muttered finally as her body collapsed to the couch. He chuckled at her expression, but agreed completely.
After a few moments, Draco lit a fire in the hearth and summoned a blanket to cover them. Then he laid back with her tucked against him. They watched the fire while he drew small patterns against her skin.
"Are you ready to go to bed?" He asked her quietly after they had laid there for a while.
"No," she answered. "I never want to move again. I just want to stay right here forever."
He was perfectly okay with that plan.
"Draco," she said after a few minutes of silence. "Thank you."
His fingers paused in the middle of the pattern he had been drawing against her skin.
"For fucking you senseless?" He grinned against her shoulder. "You are most welcome."
She huffed out a short laugh and smacked his hand.
"No, you prat." She rolled to her side so she was facing him and he could see the seriousness in her eyes even before she clarified what she had meant.
"Thank you for not giving up on me." She told him, barely louder than a whisper. "That night at Hogwarts, when you wouldn't leave. You said you had made me a promise, even if I didn't remember it."
He traced the edge of her face gently before tilting her chin and covering her lips with his. He kissed her slowly, taking his time exploring her mouth.
"I meant it, Hermione. I've got you. No matter what."
She slid her hands around his neck and held her forehead against his.
"I love you, Draco. Even when I couldn't remember why, I knew it with all my heart."
He swallowed and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent while he centered himself.
"When you first woke up, you looked at me like...like you didn't even know me. That was...I can't tell you. It was like the floor fell out from underneath me. My heart stopped." He closed his eyes.
"Draco." Tears were glistening in her eyes as she watched his shell crack, revealing the heartache he had experienced when she lost her memory.
"I wasn't ready to give you up. I knew I had to fight for you, or risk losing you forever. I love you, Hermione. So much. I can't lose you."
He searched her eyes, worried he had said too much. She was not scared by his declaration, though. All he saw reflected back at him was love and acceptance.
She moved closer, kissing him deeply.
He made love to her then, in front of the fire deep into the night. He took his time, touching, tasting, loving every inch of her.
His lips moved against hers, his tongue delving inside her mouth in a slow, languid motion.
His hands held both of hers above her head, stretching her out beneath him. He placed his forehead against hers and looked deep into her eyes as he moved inside her. She moaned with every movement until she tensed around him.
She gasped his name as a shudder ran through her body. He held her tight, pressing deep inside her as she came. Then he was coming, too, deep inside her.
He kissed her one final time before releasing her and rolling off to the side. She curled up against him.
Neither one of them said a word as they caught their breath. What else could be said? They had just expressed to each other everything they needed to know.
He wasn't sure which one of them drifted off to sleep first. When he woke, the sky had lightened with daybreak and she was still sleeping soundly in his arms.
AN: Steamy little interlude for our favorite couple!
Until next week.
-mezy