A/N: Ok- so you want more sex. I will try my best! (blush) I must say I
might not be the best sex scene sort of writer. I guess that is because of
the simple fact that I'm shy! I've always been amazed at the other fan fics
I've read with sex scenes. I guess some writers are completely uninhibited-
or they've had a few gin and tonics before sitting in front of their
computers to write. Anyway- please keep reviewing. I'd like to hear how you
feel about the story. Input is always welcome! Have a good week!
-CheersDahling
"Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side. Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry. Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through all our lives. But love-love will tear up apart again." -Joy Division
Disclaimer: I own nothing-JK Rowling owns everything-and other associates under contract..ect..
Broken Against a Stone-Chapter 10
The experience of losing innocence did not trouble Hermione as she awoke the next morning to find Draco hand in hand with her. She did indeed know what she was doing. She found great joy in knowing that she had lost it to someone that she honestly loved. In her heart-that was what was most important. She thought about what it felt like to have such energy as Draco wholly-spiritually-and physically within her. The universe was in perfect alignment-Cleopatra found Mark-Arthur found Genevieve. The earth itself seemed acknowledge the union.
Hermione sat up in bed carefully so as not to wake Draco who was slumbering peacefully. She removed her hand from his clutch and ran in through her hair-bathing every strand in his perspiration and fragrance. She looked down to him and observed him for a few moments. His blonde hair was tousled-but it seemed to bring a glorious equilibrium to his alabaster face. It crowned him like royalty. His arm was now stretched out across Hermione's ivory sheets. They perfectly blended-hardly any lines of definition could be seen. She noticed that his eyelashes looked like jet- black Japanese words on fresh white paper. They were the umbrellas of his almond shaped eyes. She desperately wanted to reach to him-but she was relishing this monitoring. She did not want to inflict a tainted and unnatural awakening upon him. As if he knew that she was watching him, his eyes fluttered in a half-open gaze that caused Hermione to feel her pulse quicken to a shattering throb. She though surely he would say something to her at that point, but he only moved closer to her and pulled her down with him so that she was once again lying down. They were now facing eachother while lying together-heads of the same expression. Then he spoke-
"Who has projected this illustration before me? I am not commendable in any light to view it. Therefore it must be an elaborate deception given to me in chastisement for the malevolence I have carried with me my entire continuation," said Draco as his eyes flickered and his mouth uttered the words with exquisite diction. He put his forefinger up to Hermione's face and came to the realization that his suspicions were not supported.
"It seems that I have been granted impermanent grace for my transgressions. Someone has found it within them to shed immeasurable pity," said Draco as he traced the lining of Hermione's lips. She felt the intensity of Draco's contact and spoken words bury themselves beneath her flesh that was now an electrical outlet screaming to give its power. All of her organs now knew him by name.
"Do not talk of your previous evil with me right now Draco. Let's absorb as much of this bracket of time as we can," said Hermione as she felt herself beginning to lose any composure that might have lingered before he woke. She was exsitsing on a diet of emotional insulin that was fueling her blood.
"Forgive me for what I have extracted from you so very self- interestedly. I know that it was something of invaluable worth. I was not to be the recipient of this fortune," said Draco as he slightly saddened himself with his own thoughts.
"It was mine to offer to you and yours to possess Draco. I did not give the gift to you in hesitation. You were in complete favor to accept it," said Hermione quietly.
"Will you keep me in your celestial favor forever," asked Draco as he delicately touched the indention of Hermione's throat.
"I am a product of this world Draco. I have not bleed from the sky. You will always be in my favor," said Hermione in a hush of whispers. She barely breathed as Draco pulled her to him-skin like flammable substances integrating to engulf the universe. Their mouths were swollen in a toxic bee sting kiss. Vision was no longer needed. Their hands and limbs were the only materials required for the excavation. Hermione desperately tried not to vocalize what she was experiencing in fear of others hearing. She felt every grain of her body accept him like he had been there forever. She sensed her hand grasping the linens beside her in order to possibly bear it. Blood left her hand as Draco presented her with the reasons to which the gift she gave was taken by him. The scent of their merger made the air viscous and leaded with the heaviness of single incorporation. A chill was not present in their atmosphere, but it seemed as though their breath could form sentences in the air surrounding them. Harmonious action and singular understanding brought completion to both of them in a simultaneous expulsion of love, need, ache, relief, craze, and hysterical power. The envelope was sealed once again leaving them floating on an ocean of sweat induced cleanliness. Draco touched Hermione with a wave of contentment and propped himself up on one elbow to gaze at her. Her swept a piece of drenched hair away from her forehead and placed his lips upon it with a wisp of sincerity. He craved the look she had on her face after they made love. It made him feel the true essence of her joy. Her face was relaxed and dewy with the slightest sheen glossing its cheeks. Her eyes opened and expressed utter worship.
They spent the morning together in bed conversing with one another and discussing what might be done about Draco's father and his insistence concerning the Dark Lord. Hermione thought it would be best to do some research before traveling to Malfoy Manor with Draco. In her mind, there had to be some way to stop his father's thought patterns. Whether it was a potion or enchantment, something would surface to her attention. Hermione was safe in the knowledge that the trip was weeks away. She remembered that she had told Harry that she would go to dinner with him that evening. This made her receive a great sense of unease from the thought.
"I have to go to dinner with Harry tonight," said Hermione as she poured Draco another cup of tea and reached into the biscuit tin to retrieve a chocolate wafer. Draco looked at her with interest in what she was telling him.
"Why do you have to do that? I thought the word was that he and the others were no longer on speaking terms with you," said Draco. Hermione sighed heavily and raised her eyes to meet his.
"I promised him I would go because they all think that I'm out of my mind and that something is terribly amiss. It's only because of what happened between Ron and I. I just wish they would accept the fact that Ron and I do not coexist together in the world of relationships," said Hermione as she stirred sugar granules in her teacup.
"Would you like for me to come with you for moral support? I will of course be invisible. You might feel more comfortable knowing that I am there. It's strictly up to you Hermione," said Draco soothingly.
"You are welcome to come along. Just be certain that there is no way anyone could detect you. If you were detected, it would bring nightmarish consequences," said Hermione as worry lines began to indent her usual line- free forehead.
"There is nothing to worry about Hermione. It is safe. Perhaps after you've had dinner with Harry you can go for desert with me," said Draco fondly.
"I would be much obliged," said Hermione as she put her teacup aside and reached over to embrace Draco. He sensed so much from her. Thoughts of his unforeseeable future left him as thoughts of grand expectation came in replacement.
A/N: Hope that satisfied those of you who needed a little more "umph" (no pun intended) Something horrid is brewing.the expose' of the century. You knew it wouldn't be rainbows and fairies forever-right? Take care of yourselves! -CheersDahling
"Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination." -Voltaire
"Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side. Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry. Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through all our lives. But love-love will tear up apart again." -Joy Division
Disclaimer: I own nothing-JK Rowling owns everything-and other associates under contract..ect..
Broken Against a Stone-Chapter 10
The experience of losing innocence did not trouble Hermione as she awoke the next morning to find Draco hand in hand with her. She did indeed know what she was doing. She found great joy in knowing that she had lost it to someone that she honestly loved. In her heart-that was what was most important. She thought about what it felt like to have such energy as Draco wholly-spiritually-and physically within her. The universe was in perfect alignment-Cleopatra found Mark-Arthur found Genevieve. The earth itself seemed acknowledge the union.
Hermione sat up in bed carefully so as not to wake Draco who was slumbering peacefully. She removed her hand from his clutch and ran in through her hair-bathing every strand in his perspiration and fragrance. She looked down to him and observed him for a few moments. His blonde hair was tousled-but it seemed to bring a glorious equilibrium to his alabaster face. It crowned him like royalty. His arm was now stretched out across Hermione's ivory sheets. They perfectly blended-hardly any lines of definition could be seen. She noticed that his eyelashes looked like jet- black Japanese words on fresh white paper. They were the umbrellas of his almond shaped eyes. She desperately wanted to reach to him-but she was relishing this monitoring. She did not want to inflict a tainted and unnatural awakening upon him. As if he knew that she was watching him, his eyes fluttered in a half-open gaze that caused Hermione to feel her pulse quicken to a shattering throb. She though surely he would say something to her at that point, but he only moved closer to her and pulled her down with him so that she was once again lying down. They were now facing eachother while lying together-heads of the same expression. Then he spoke-
"Who has projected this illustration before me? I am not commendable in any light to view it. Therefore it must be an elaborate deception given to me in chastisement for the malevolence I have carried with me my entire continuation," said Draco as his eyes flickered and his mouth uttered the words with exquisite diction. He put his forefinger up to Hermione's face and came to the realization that his suspicions were not supported.
"It seems that I have been granted impermanent grace for my transgressions. Someone has found it within them to shed immeasurable pity," said Draco as he traced the lining of Hermione's lips. She felt the intensity of Draco's contact and spoken words bury themselves beneath her flesh that was now an electrical outlet screaming to give its power. All of her organs now knew him by name.
"Do not talk of your previous evil with me right now Draco. Let's absorb as much of this bracket of time as we can," said Hermione as she felt herself beginning to lose any composure that might have lingered before he woke. She was exsitsing on a diet of emotional insulin that was fueling her blood.
"Forgive me for what I have extracted from you so very self- interestedly. I know that it was something of invaluable worth. I was not to be the recipient of this fortune," said Draco as he slightly saddened himself with his own thoughts.
"It was mine to offer to you and yours to possess Draco. I did not give the gift to you in hesitation. You were in complete favor to accept it," said Hermione quietly.
"Will you keep me in your celestial favor forever," asked Draco as he delicately touched the indention of Hermione's throat.
"I am a product of this world Draco. I have not bleed from the sky. You will always be in my favor," said Hermione in a hush of whispers. She barely breathed as Draco pulled her to him-skin like flammable substances integrating to engulf the universe. Their mouths were swollen in a toxic bee sting kiss. Vision was no longer needed. Their hands and limbs were the only materials required for the excavation. Hermione desperately tried not to vocalize what she was experiencing in fear of others hearing. She felt every grain of her body accept him like he had been there forever. She sensed her hand grasping the linens beside her in order to possibly bear it. Blood left her hand as Draco presented her with the reasons to which the gift she gave was taken by him. The scent of their merger made the air viscous and leaded with the heaviness of single incorporation. A chill was not present in their atmosphere, but it seemed as though their breath could form sentences in the air surrounding them. Harmonious action and singular understanding brought completion to both of them in a simultaneous expulsion of love, need, ache, relief, craze, and hysterical power. The envelope was sealed once again leaving them floating on an ocean of sweat induced cleanliness. Draco touched Hermione with a wave of contentment and propped himself up on one elbow to gaze at her. Her swept a piece of drenched hair away from her forehead and placed his lips upon it with a wisp of sincerity. He craved the look she had on her face after they made love. It made him feel the true essence of her joy. Her face was relaxed and dewy with the slightest sheen glossing its cheeks. Her eyes opened and expressed utter worship.
They spent the morning together in bed conversing with one another and discussing what might be done about Draco's father and his insistence concerning the Dark Lord. Hermione thought it would be best to do some research before traveling to Malfoy Manor with Draco. In her mind, there had to be some way to stop his father's thought patterns. Whether it was a potion or enchantment, something would surface to her attention. Hermione was safe in the knowledge that the trip was weeks away. She remembered that she had told Harry that she would go to dinner with him that evening. This made her receive a great sense of unease from the thought.
"I have to go to dinner with Harry tonight," said Hermione as she poured Draco another cup of tea and reached into the biscuit tin to retrieve a chocolate wafer. Draco looked at her with interest in what she was telling him.
"Why do you have to do that? I thought the word was that he and the others were no longer on speaking terms with you," said Draco. Hermione sighed heavily and raised her eyes to meet his.
"I promised him I would go because they all think that I'm out of my mind and that something is terribly amiss. It's only because of what happened between Ron and I. I just wish they would accept the fact that Ron and I do not coexist together in the world of relationships," said Hermione as she stirred sugar granules in her teacup.
"Would you like for me to come with you for moral support? I will of course be invisible. You might feel more comfortable knowing that I am there. It's strictly up to you Hermione," said Draco soothingly.
"You are welcome to come along. Just be certain that there is no way anyone could detect you. If you were detected, it would bring nightmarish consequences," said Hermione as worry lines began to indent her usual line- free forehead.
"There is nothing to worry about Hermione. It is safe. Perhaps after you've had dinner with Harry you can go for desert with me," said Draco fondly.
"I would be much obliged," said Hermione as she put her teacup aside and reached over to embrace Draco. He sensed so much from her. Thoughts of his unforeseeable future left him as thoughts of grand expectation came in replacement.
A/N: Hope that satisfied those of you who needed a little more "umph" (no pun intended) Something horrid is brewing.the expose' of the century. You knew it wouldn't be rainbows and fairies forever-right? Take care of yourselves! -CheersDahling
"Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination." -Voltaire