AN: A less angsty, more sensual type of songfic you got here! I'm using "Underneath Your Clothes" by Shakira, so… explanations overruled. This one sucks, and I'll probably remove it if I don't get that many reviews. *sigh* I don't write anything good and sensual at the same time… I'm just angst and fluff. :(
Disclaimer: All characters and canon behavior up ahead belongs to the bloody marvelous J.K. Rowling. However, all OOC behavior, bad writing and anything unfamiliar belongs to me!
The wonderfully balladicious (I made that word up! ballad + delicious!) song "Underneath Your Clothes" belongs to the equally wonderful Shakira. Hehe.
~*~ Your Scars ~*~
You're a song written by the hands of God
Hermione reached up, and slowly, ever so slowly, touched his cheek. Draco closed his eyes at her touch, and she smiled to herself. What am I doing? She wondered, taking pleasure in the soft curve of his jaw. Another voice answered from the back of her mind. Falling in love with your worst enemy.
Out loud, she spoke, startling even herself. "You're beautiful, did you know that?" He opened those piercing silver-blue eyes that could be so cold, yet now were filled with a strange emotion. He looked down at her, and laid a finger on her lips. "Of course I knew that."
Don't get me wrong, this might sound to you a bit odd
Hermione shifted her position on the soft couch where she was sitting, and moved closer to Draco. "Do you have any idea… how much you mean to me?" Draco sat there, eyes fixed on her face. Then he shook his head slowly. "No. Tell me."
But you're the place where all my thoughts go hiding
"You're my outlet."
"What?"
"I run to you."
"I knew that."
"When I'm sad."
"Yes…"
"When I'm hurt."
"Yes."
"When I need someone to love."
"Really?"
"Someone to pour my feelings into."
Right under your clothes is where I'll find them
Draco pulled her towards him, bringing her lips to his. "That was extremely flattering."
Underneath your clothes
Slowly, Hermione unbuttoned Draco's shirt, her dark eyes never leaving his face. Draco watched her, an intense expression of… what? Caution, withholding, and was there… fear? Fear at what she might see.
There's an endless story
The smallest of gasps from Hermione's lips. A rustle of cloth as Draco grabbed his shirt closed once more. "Draco… what happened?" Pure concern in her voice, shock in her eyes. Draco turned away. "Nothing."
Hermione, suddenly impulsive, took away his hands, firmly but gently. With a gentle finger, she traced the white scars on the pale skin of Draco's chest.
There's the man I chose
"I still can't believe we're doing this." Draco's voice was unnaturally hoarse, and his eyes were in shadow, giving no clue of how he felt. "I can. I'm right here, with you. I can feel the blood beating in your veins, and I can taste your pain." Hermione whispered, resting her head against Draco's chest.
There's my territory
"You're mine, Granger."
She tossed her head back to stare up into his suddenly twinkling eyes. "That's Hermione." Draco smiled and tangled his fingers in her hair, touching his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
And of all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl, honey
His hands were suddenly on her upper arms, gripping her firmly, pulling her closer, never letting go. Her eyelashes rested against her cheek, like dark smudges against her creamy skin. His lips were warm, burning even, searing into hers, telling her things he could never truly say.
Hermione's hand snaked up to rest against the back of his neck, because, through the haze of passion enveloping her brain, she knew she wanted this.
Because of you, I forgot the smart ways to rhyme
Draco suddenly jerked away, as if touching something hot. And from the way Hermione was feeling, he probably did. He stared at her, her tousled hair, half-unbuttoned blouse, and bruised lips. He drew away, saying in a rough whisper "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
Hermione felt something surging through her body, an incredible sense of irritation. Why did he stop? I wanted it, I needed it, and he did, too… we both know we need each other… She took one step towards Draco, hand out. "Yes, Draco. I know what I'm doing to you. I'm completely destroying your pride, and your family honor. I'm making you think of yourself in ways you never did before. I'm changing your whole point of view." She came close, and slid a teasing finger under his chin, eyes blazing. "I'm wrecking your whole life."
Draco's eyes suddenly blazed with a fire to match hers, and he grabbed her wrists. "You know what else? Do you know what else you're doing to me?"
Because of you, I'm running out of reasons to cry
"You're making me fall in love with you."
Draco's lips touched her cheek, then traveled dangerously down her neck. Hermione shut her eyes, unable to stop the pleasure from setting her on fire.
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
"You're doing exactly the same thing to me…" Hermione whispered, as she felt Draco's hand move to her abdomen. She stroked the side of his neck, eyes shut, as if it was all some dream she would never wake up from.
We'll still belong to each other
Draco's mouth was hot and moist against the back of her ear, and she was dizzy from the sensuality of what his lips could do to her. As his hand crept under her shirt, a disturbing thought came into her head, and she moved away, pushing him away and fixing him with a slight glare.
"What are you in this for?" she asked. Draco's eyes were dark with desire, and the way he stared back at her was almost unbearable. "What do you mean?" he replied, in a voice that made her knees weak. "Are you in this for the sex?"
Then Draco's eyes unclouded, and they held the faintest trace of emotion. "What makes you say that?" Hermione smiled, satisfied. "Nothing."
Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
His soft lips touched the recess at the base of her neck, and Hermione moved her head back, running her fingers through his silken hair. Her hands found their way under his open shirt, and with her fingers, touched the scars, that, once before, must have given him great agony.
There's the man I chose
He had a great number of scars lining his otherwise perfect body. Hermione discovered these as she ran her hands over Draco's tense arms. He's got a great many more, I know… but those are on the inside, and I doubt if he even wanted me to know about these scars.
Hermione touched her lips to Draco's ear. "You poor thing." She whispered teasingly, and Draco's darkened eyes met hers, and he silenced her with a last kiss.
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl, honey