Draco? 'Sorry'? Did I actually just hear that? She thought, wiping the
tears from her eyes, Hermione stood and started dressing for bed. Even
though it was still early, she didn't feel like studying...all her thoughts
were focused on Malfoy.
Lying in bed, she wondered...had he ever admitted to being sorry in his life? She contemplated walking over and forgiving him, but on second thought decided that letting him feel horrible for the night might do him some good, and she drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning, Hermione was up early, as usual, and went down to the common room to wait for Draco. He finally made it out of his room, and stood facing her, not knowing what to say. Hermione finally decided to break the silence, but before she could utter a syllable, an owl came screeching through the window, landed, and hooted impatiently at Malfoy. The boy took the letter from the owl and opened it silently. As he read, the pain in his eyes grew deeper.
"What is it?" his Gryffindor counterpart asked. At a loss for words, he simply handed her the parchment.
Master Malfoy,
This notice is to inform you that your mother was buried in your family plot late yesterday evening. Our condolences are extended for your loss.
Sincerely, the Ministry of Magic
"Let's go for a walk," she said, "you could use some fresh air." Taking Draco's hand in her own, Hermione led him out of the room, through the castle, and onto the grounds.
Not a word was spoken until they were past the lake, nearing the forest. The castle was out of sight due to the lingering fog, and the two prefects had been silently enjoying the sensation of walking through clouds. But Miss Granger could stand the tension no longer.
"I forgive you, Draco. I'll never forget all the horrid things you said to me, but I also won't forget the first ever sincere apology I've heard from you."
Draco looked up into her eyes. Just then a brisk morning breeze sent a shiver up both their spines, and sent Hermione's hair streaking across her face. Draco brushed it back and cupped her chin softly in his hand. Just before his lips made contact with hers, he whispered a raspy "thank you."
The kiss seemed to stretch on for eternity. It began as a simple, frozen- in-time embrace that neither wanted to break, for fear of it all being a dream. Simultaneously, Hermione's hand reached up to the nape of Draco's neck as his arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her close to him. Finding comfort in each other's warmth, they deepened the kiss, each slowly exploring a mouth that had only days before been cursing their own.
It was gentler than their previous taunts and games which had been intended to tempt and deceive; it was unlike the night they had fallen asleep together - that had been about comforting one another. No, this was unlike any experience they had ever had.
They hungered for each other; they wanted to experience everything about the other.to finally know the person they had been living with for so long.
Their hands began to roam, undoing clasps and buttons as they went. Collapsing to the ground, they were soon glistening with sweat despite their lack of clothing. Tumbling around in the leaves with only their undergarments separating them, they both knew the next step; they both wanted to take it. Breaking from their embrace, Draco raised himself up and locked eyes with Hermione. He was amazed at her natural, savage beauty - leaves strewn through her soft golden tresses as they flowed across the ground, her lips crimson from the lustful snogging, her skin milky white and flawless, and her eyes reflecting the passion that he knew was also radiated from his own. Unmoving, he softly whispered to her, "Are you sure?"
She simply nodded to relay her willingness, and they resumed eagerly kissing as they removed the last few offending garments. He teased her briefly, before stopping to stare deeply into her eyes once more. He cocked one eyebrow up in that way she loved to hate (or should it be hated to love, she pondered) and asked in his most taunting of voices, "Are you sure you're brave enough for this, Gryffindor?"
A wicked smile spread across her face as she replied, "I can take what ever you can give, Slytherin.break me.shake me.but just get on with it already."
Returning her grin, Draco did as he was told, thrusting into her as she arched up to receive him.
As one, they went to levels of pleasure they had only dreamt about. As their frenzied love making ended the couple cuddled in the shadows of the towering trees beside them while they basked in the after glow of the morning.
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A/N: Whoo. ^^ Thanks again to my co-writter! :D Very appericiated. If boredum strikes me sometime tonight I might do another chapter to this. And for those of you who read this, and "Emotionless", I might be taking a break from that story and adding more chapters to this. :B; Thanks again, and review. ^^
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Lying in bed, she wondered...had he ever admitted to being sorry in his life? She contemplated walking over and forgiving him, but on second thought decided that letting him feel horrible for the night might do him some good, and she drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning, Hermione was up early, as usual, and went down to the common room to wait for Draco. He finally made it out of his room, and stood facing her, not knowing what to say. Hermione finally decided to break the silence, but before she could utter a syllable, an owl came screeching through the window, landed, and hooted impatiently at Malfoy. The boy took the letter from the owl and opened it silently. As he read, the pain in his eyes grew deeper.
"What is it?" his Gryffindor counterpart asked. At a loss for words, he simply handed her the parchment.
Master Malfoy,
This notice is to inform you that your mother was buried in your family plot late yesterday evening. Our condolences are extended for your loss.
Sincerely, the Ministry of Magic
"Let's go for a walk," she said, "you could use some fresh air." Taking Draco's hand in her own, Hermione led him out of the room, through the castle, and onto the grounds.
Not a word was spoken until they were past the lake, nearing the forest. The castle was out of sight due to the lingering fog, and the two prefects had been silently enjoying the sensation of walking through clouds. But Miss Granger could stand the tension no longer.
"I forgive you, Draco. I'll never forget all the horrid things you said to me, but I also won't forget the first ever sincere apology I've heard from you."
Draco looked up into her eyes. Just then a brisk morning breeze sent a shiver up both their spines, and sent Hermione's hair streaking across her face. Draco brushed it back and cupped her chin softly in his hand. Just before his lips made contact with hers, he whispered a raspy "thank you."
The kiss seemed to stretch on for eternity. It began as a simple, frozen- in-time embrace that neither wanted to break, for fear of it all being a dream. Simultaneously, Hermione's hand reached up to the nape of Draco's neck as his arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her close to him. Finding comfort in each other's warmth, they deepened the kiss, each slowly exploring a mouth that had only days before been cursing their own.
It was gentler than their previous taunts and games which had been intended to tempt and deceive; it was unlike the night they had fallen asleep together - that had been about comforting one another. No, this was unlike any experience they had ever had.
They hungered for each other; they wanted to experience everything about the other.to finally know the person they had been living with for so long.
Their hands began to roam, undoing clasps and buttons as they went. Collapsing to the ground, they were soon glistening with sweat despite their lack of clothing. Tumbling around in the leaves with only their undergarments separating them, they both knew the next step; they both wanted to take it. Breaking from their embrace, Draco raised himself up and locked eyes with Hermione. He was amazed at her natural, savage beauty - leaves strewn through her soft golden tresses as they flowed across the ground, her lips crimson from the lustful snogging, her skin milky white and flawless, and her eyes reflecting the passion that he knew was also radiated from his own. Unmoving, he softly whispered to her, "Are you sure?"
She simply nodded to relay her willingness, and they resumed eagerly kissing as they removed the last few offending garments. He teased her briefly, before stopping to stare deeply into her eyes once more. He cocked one eyebrow up in that way she loved to hate (or should it be hated to love, she pondered) and asked in his most taunting of voices, "Are you sure you're brave enough for this, Gryffindor?"
A wicked smile spread across her face as she replied, "I can take what ever you can give, Slytherin.break me.shake me.but just get on with it already."
Returning her grin, Draco did as he was told, thrusting into her as she arched up to receive him.
As one, they went to levels of pleasure they had only dreamt about. As their frenzied love making ended the couple cuddled in the shadows of the towering trees beside them while they basked in the after glow of the morning.
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A/N: Whoo. ^^ Thanks again to my co-writter! :D Very appericiated. If boredum strikes me sometime tonight I might do another chapter to this. And for those of you who read this, and "Emotionless", I might be taking a break from that story and adding more chapters to this. :B; Thanks again, and review. ^^
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