Well helllloooo everyone! Guess what? Here's the next chapter! I was at camp for 6 weeks, came back, and then went to New York for an entire week! So now I've back, and I'm going to try and finish both of my stories before school begins for me!….This chapter contains slightly…explicit actions…so read at your own risk. At first, I wanted it to be practically rape, but then I decided that the chapter wouldn't be long enough for that, because rape is normally not that… long. I wanted to show Draco as someone who was obsessed with the idea of getting Harry…and would do…just basically anything to get him, finally. So…in this chapter, Malfoy first acts as the typical rapist…but then he softens somewhat as he tries to explain to Hermione what's happening…but then he gets annoyed with her when she tries to fight him by using words, instead of physical methods, to make him relent and stop forcing himself on her. Well…here we go!
Unexpectedly Seduced Into…
The noise from the great hall began to drift away from the only two people who were no longer inside it. Draco Malfoy dragged Hermion Granger, kicking and fighting, all the way up to the Slytherin Common Room, entered after Draco said the password, and stood in front of the prefect room that belonged to him and him alone. No one knew where it was hidden, and with a satisfied smile, he spoke the Slytherin prefect password to a seductive looking man that occupied the portrait. Hermione's eyes widened when she heard the quiet hiss that Draco uttered to open the portrait.
"Potter is mine." Draco shoved Hermione inside the sophisticated looking room and she would have eagerly run over to the very large bookshelf that inhabited Draco's rather large prefect's room if it hadn't been for Draco throwing her onto the bed and turning out the lights to prevent her from seeing anything. The next thing she knew, Draco's hands were on her, moving over her, almost memorizing her every feature without looking, but with touch. His mouth was by her ear and his breath was ragged. She whimpered when she felt the cold metallic handcuffs slide over her wrists and lock into place with a click that sounded like a gun shot in the very quiet room. Hermione choked back a gasp when she heard the sound of the handcuffs scrape across the headboard and twisted around a nail that held her arms in place. Hermione couldn't believe Malfoy was doing this to her. She knew he was arrogant, stuck up, annoying, ever a bouncing ferret boy, daddy's pet, and Snape's favourite…but not a rapist. Hermione shuddered at the unspoken thought and she felt Draco smirk against her neck where he was sucking, almost vampire like, on her skin. If it had been different…if the room was in Gryffindor, and the cold handcuffs were warm hands holding her to the headboard, if the lips that ravished her skin belonged to another….it would certainly have been different…Hermione would have been enjoying herself. She thanked god Malfoy didn't attract her in the least. Although very seductive looking, angelic like god that he was…Hermione only had feelings for a particular red headed, freckle faced, corn flower blue eyed boy….and maybe…just maybe…a dark haired, bright green eyed, mysterious looking boy. Hermione cried out Harry's name when Draco began to rip Hermione's dress in two. The thin material was instantly removed from her frail, quivering body and was replaced by Draco's now warm hands that were also shaking. They slowly slid to her back and gently lifted her back off the bed and quickly unsnapped her bra and slowly lowered the feminine looking material to the side of their bodies. Hermione snapped her head to the side when she heard the dreaded unbuckling of pants. He was undressing….he was really going to do this…
"Now now 'mione…this will all be over soon…I know this is your first time, I promise to be very careful…I don't want to hurt the woman Harry loves…" Hermione blinked and shifted slightly under the blond, trying to see his face in the pale moonlight that drifted in through the uncovered window. What on earth was he on about? Harry loves? What in gods name was going on….Hermione's thoughts drifted to Harry's worried face as she last saw him in the great hall. She had told him that she would be ok. Of course she would…she was the smartest witch in Hogwarts. She could do anything. But was she strong enough to fight off a fully grown and very….horny Malfoy? She knew of course, that it wasn't her that Malfoy wanted. Although she knew that she appealed to him, Malfoy wanted Harry. That was plainly obvious. She knew now that Malfoy wanted Harry more than anything, but at that moment the only thing she could do was loathe the boy because he was trying to…take her. Hermione wanted to understand something though. Why would Malfoy choose to sleep with her to get to Harry?
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" Hermione said Draco's name with such loathing that the blond paused for quite some time and then she felt him reach over for something that was apparently on his night table. Hermione thought that Draco as going to hit her but when she heard the locking spell, and the drapes around his bed clothes and the soft tap of his wand touching wood again, that she was indeed safe and he really did not want to hurt her.
"I would have thought someone as smart as you would have figured it out by now, love" Hermione winced and writhed underneath his body as she felt his throbbing manhood dig into her. She still had her underwear on, as did he. But she didn't want her skin to touch his. She felt very unclean at the moment…she didn't want him to dirty her anymore. Imagine what Malfoy would say if he heard her thinking now…. 'I dirty you?' And then the horrible scoffing sounds that would follow and his nasty comments about her being a….mudblood.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, Malfoy." She tried to sound calm and collective, she really had. But her voice had cracked and grown soft since his hands began to drift over her stomach and made slow circular motions down her skin. She could feel the softness of his silk boxers against her. If she could see in the dark, she'd probably discover them to be black as the night. Just like his personality. Malfoy's fingers began to inch lower as she heard a small chuckle escape his lips.
"Potter….you're beloved Harry….is quite in love with you, Granger." Hermione stopped breathing as Draco lowered his mouth to her stomach and his lips brushed over her skin. His tongue flicked out and began to trace unknown patterns over her as Hermione began to tremble underneath him and shake her head in protest. Harry Potter…in love with her? That had to be preposterous. Yes…that was it. The silliest idea known to mankind! Harry couldn't love her, because he loved some other girl…Hermione tried to focus her attention on her thoughts as Draco's fingers hooked underneath her panties and began to lower them. Hermione couldn't help but shiver as her sensitive skin came into contact with the cool air. Hermione's nose wrinkled in deep concentration as she tried to fight off Draco and yet have an inner discussion with herself. Draco knew of her detachment and decided to wait for her to get her thoughts together as he continued to stroke the giving softness of her belly.
"Harry told me he was in love with some girl…" She heard Draco sigh momentarily as his cheek lifted off her stomach, which she was grateful for, as he looked into her eyes. She could see pools of silver within them and something else…something Hermione had never seen in a Malfoy before….sadness. He rested his cheek on his palm as his elbow rested on the bed beside her body as he continued to look at her with a lovestruck detachment from the world that she had never seen on him before.
"Yes Hermione…a girl. You." He spoke softly, trying to convince her that it was indeed the truth. To Hermione…Malfoy didn't look like he wanted to…do what he was trying to do to her…and then Hermione remembered something very important that Harry had told her and Ron earlier that day.
"You're in love with Harry." Draco nodded wearily, wishing he could block out the horrific memory of Harry running away from him and that horror filled expression he bore as he tried to comprehend Draco's words…it had stung…and then Draco had embarrassed both of them in front of the entire school by calling Harry by his first name. He hadn't done it on purpose of course…but it had just sounded so natural…rolling off his tongue the way it did. He did love Harry, more than anything, and that's why he was going to do what he had set out to do since Harry had first ignored his proposal. Suddenly, the smirk that Draco always wore, returned to his face and Hermione tried to jerk away from him as one of his fingers entered her. It hadn't hurt…but this was Malfoy touching her. She still hadn't a clue why he was doing this to her…to Harry.
"Malfoy!" She gasped as another finger slipped into her. Malfoy wasn't even going to bother looking at her; he would not be fobbed off. He was going to have his way by making Hermione scream his name and make her his, so that Harry would have nothing to do but go to him and surrender himself completely. Draco loved the idea of Harry surrendering himself completely as he…Draco Malfoy…would skillfully run his hands over the shuddering Gryffindor boy and watched delightedly as the boy writhed with pleasure, calling out his name for more. It was this thought that Draco loved to picture in his mind as his mouth finally came to rest between Hermione's thighs. Hermioned moaned; not in surrender, nor pleasure, but a moan of helplessness. Draco took it for what it was and pushed his tongue inside her as she arched her back unwillingly to meet his demanding thrusts. Deep down, he didn't want to do this to her, but he had to. It had been planned forever, or at least, that's what it felt like to him. He would get Harry. And by doing so, he needed to get to Hermione first. Of course Hermione had never experienced any boy touching her before, down there, although she had read all about it, she certainly did not want to be feeling any of these feelings with Malfoy. She tilted her head back as she tried to speak again. "Why are you doing this?" The words were softly spoken and wavered as he thrusted his tongue deeper inside her. He moaned softly against her as she shuddered from the painfully pleasurable noise.
"You know why Hermione…" The sad fact about it was that she did indeed know. Harry was….in love with her. There was no other explanation for the way he looked out at her from the stage, so desperately and longingly. He wanted to save her, he tried, but failed. Though…she knew she'd be alright. Harry would come and save her, like he always did, and everything would be fine. And so, Draco was doing this to her to get to Harry. Couldn't he have gone and done some other way about it? No of course not. She thought despairingly. He was a Malfoy after all. Hermione began to pant heavily as Draco began to suck on her lips, the ones between her thighs, and skillfully pulled them with his teeth. She tried to free her body, and her hands from the annoying handcuffs that prevented her from moving her hands, arching her body off the bed, trying to get him off her.
"Harry…" she moaned loudly when, unwillingly, she reached orgasm. Hermione had been thinking about Ron though. She only called out Harry's name because he was supposed to save her. Although…no. She wasn't going to think about that now. Draco's head snapped up with frustration and began to shake her. Why the hell was she making things so complicated?! If Harry could just walk through the door now…see her this way, moaning for him, not Harry, but him. Blast. What the hell was taking Harry so long to get his act together and find a way to get the hell out of there? Draco didn't realize that at that moment, Harry was being dragged off to the infirmary, by Ron, Seamus, and Dean, as the eyes of Hogwarts watched them silently.
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"Will he be alright?" asked Ron quietly to Madame Pomfrey. She was looked pensive and troubled as she slipped Harry a reviving potion Snape had made the day before. Dumbledore was standing by Harry's bedside, along with Ron, Seamus and Dean. Snape stood off to the side, staring down at the pale boy. Ron breathed heavily, desperately wanting Harry to wake up. He couldn't just leave Harry and search for Hermione on his own. Suddenly, he heard stirring, and Harry bolted upright in bed, saw Ron, and threw off the covers. Madame Pomfrey shrieked and tried to get him to lie back down, but he could not be pushed. He jumped out of the bed, grabbed Ron's arm, and ran. Ron thought it was his duty to call out to the bewildered people who had graciously come to see if Harry had been alright.
"Don't worry, he's alright, we'll be back soon, urgent business to attend-" But his words were cut short as Harry banged the doors to the infirmary shut firmly. They had a lot of running to do.
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Back in the room, Draco was still struggling with Hermione. He had already taken off his boxers, but she was screeching and kicking her legs frantically, not letting him take off her panties.
"I mean it Malfoy! Touch me, and Ron and Harry will hex you into oblivion!" Her threat wasn't far from the truth, but Draco didn't worry about that at that particular moment, trying desperately to finish his act of conquest to win Harry over. He had it all planned out from the very beginning. Seduce, or rape Hermione, obviously she wouldn't give into him, and then have Harry crawling to him and begging to take him. It's what he wanted. It's what he had seen happening. But he had fallen in love with Harry and would do anything…well obviously, to have him. And yet, he wasn't angered by this. But he was too caught up in the throes of passion to end his plan now. He would get what he set out to do, come hell or high water, it would be done. And he was so close. So close…he could taste the dark haired Gryffindor boy on his lips.
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"Move Ron!" Harry shouted as they neared the Slytherin dungeons. They had been running for about 10 minutes, and Harry could sense his way around. He felt as though he could feel Hermione's body inside him. Sense her presence. And that guided him. He knew Ron could feel it too because Ron's mouth was tightlipped as his feet carried him faster in the corridors. They managed to find the entrance to the Slytherin common room. It was a picture of a snake, a long, large silver and green snake, which only an idiot could have mistaken this portrait for…just a regular old portrait and not the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Harry wondered what in god's name the password could be. It could range from anywhere between "Pureblood's rule…Mudblood's suck…Gryffindor is gay…" Harry tried all of them. Nothing worked. Then, he thought of something that would have been a dead give a way if he weren't perspiring like mad and the girl he loved wasn't about to be raped by his so called "Lover."
"Slytherin's rule." The portrait hissed and it opened as Harry and Ron quickly jumped inside. The common room was dark, probably because the fire had been dimmed and it was bloody freezing in there. Harry shivered and looked around, wondering which portrait could have been the one Draco inhabited. A tall man, with dark black hair and a long black mustache caught his eye. He was looking at Harry with what appeared to be curiosity in those eyes that looked like silky velvet. Bright violet eyes met startling emerald green ones as Harry stared up into the eyes of the man in the portrait. He looked down at Harry and, recognition crept into his eyes as his eyes were drawn to the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Mr. Potter…I'm sure Master Malfoy will be delighted to see you." Harry didn't want to offend the painting by telling him that his precious Master Malfoy had his best friend in there and was about to rape her and that if he didn't open the bloody door, he'd hex him out of his portrait. But Harry bit his tongue and stared levelly at the mischievous man.
"May I please enter?" The man chuckled and shook his head.
"He seemed rather busy when he came in, not too long ago." Harry's eyes turned to blocks of emerald ice, and Ron's face turned bright red.
"Let us in! Or we'll blast you open!" came Ron's outraged statement. Harry placed a hand on Ron's trembling with rage arm to silence him. Ron looked at Harry before nodding slowly. The man noted the exchanged and smiled brightly at the two boys.
"It's time for a guessing game, boy. Now, Potter, let's see if you're as good as Master Malfoy makes you out to be." Harry's eyes almost widened at the thought that Malfoy spoke highly of him, especially to his portrait keeper. He bit his lip in deep concentration, suddenly; his eyes sparkled with a hint of an idea.
"It has to do with me, doesn't it?" He asked the man quietly. The man's smile only widened. Harry continued then, taking the broad smile for a yes. "Let me see…Malfoy is possessive by nature…and I can only imagine what he might make his password…especially if he needed to keep saying it to make himself believe it were true…" Harry trailed off as he looked at the man in the portrait. The man cocked an eyebrow, his smile still noticeable on his face. Clearly, Draco had been serious about this boy. He could very well have been in Slytherin.
"Well, well, well…young Potter has a lot of sense. Now…would you happen to know the password?" Harry paused for only a fraction of a second and replied
"Potter is mine." The man laughed and made a slight bow.
"Though Master Malfoy always says it with a lot more…passion," He eyed Harry appreciatively and Harry flushed, embarrassed at the unspoken innuendo and continued, "...I'll let you through. But...I must warn you…he was very upset when he arrived here, and the girl seemed rather shaken…but he means no harm…I believe he really is in love with you…Harry." It was a personal moment for Harry, and through the scariness of it all, Harry gave the portrait a small smile, before he walked through it. Ron stood beside him in dark, and their eyes were both glued to one spot in the room….The closed curtained bed.
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Draco stopped his ministrations and lifted his head off Hermione's sweat covered body. She was shivering and silent tears were rolling down her cheeks. Draco felt sorry for the girl and wished things could have worked out differently. But of course, they hadn't, and Draco was forced to do what he had set out to do long before.
"Quiet, Hermione." He whispered softly. She sniffed once and then remained silent. Apparently she had heard the noise to, the sound of the portrait opening. She could hear footsteps. Of course, she didn't know what Ron and Harry's footsteps sounded like, but she knew there were two people in the room with them. She looked at Draco, and his eyes were wide, the silver stood out in his pale face and Hermione wondered why he was doing this to her, for about the thousandth time that evening. Hermione decided that she wasn't going to let him win. And she knew that Draco sensed that because he had firmly grabbed her legs, he was unrelenting now as he pinned them down to the bed with his body and slid off her underwear that had been her last shield from him and what he could do to her. He steadied himself over her, but by then, Hermione had stopped moving. Draco wondered if she had passed out from the strain, but her breathing was that of a fully conscious of their surroundings person and so, he prepared himself to enter her and make her his entirely…and soon Harry.
Hermione of course, had other plans when she stopped moving. She focused all her energy to do wandless magic. She had been practicing with Proffessor Flitwick for sometime now, and she had just about mastered it. She was in dire need of this and so, she tried to end the silence spell around the bed by whispering in her mind "Finite Incantanim" repeatedly, and then, like a click a lightbulb makes when it goes on, she felt the spell finish and she screamed as loud as she could. Draco had sensed some sort of power radiating from her and quickly moved to stop anyone from opening the curtains, or to block any blows that might come his way. But before he could prepare himself entirely, the curtain flew open, and there were the emerald eyes that had haunted his dreams for as long as he could remember, staring straight into his. He froze. He was naked, and so was Hermione. Although many people had watched him make love before…the Slytherin's were a sick bunch of people, but in front of Harry…naked before his eyes…he felt vulnerable. Like he had been committing the worse sin known to mankind. Suddenly, Harry's hands gripped his shoulders as he was thrown off the bed and onto the floor as their bodies intertwined: Harry trying to beat the crap out of Draco, and Draco trying to decide whether or not to make passionate love to Harry, or beat the crap out of him as well.
While the two were fighting for dominance, Ron silently crept to the side of the bed, and chastened himself for wanting to look over Hermione's body. She looked beautiful, despite the fact her hands were tied to the bed and tears were streaming down her face. Ron quickly grabbed a blanket that lay at the foot of the bed and covered her fragile frame with it. He couldn't bare to see her like this. It was killing him and he knew it would hurt Harry to see her like this too. He carefully wiped the tears from her face and hushed her whimpering softly.
"Ron?" A quiet coo.
"Yes, my love. I'm here. You're alright. Everything's going to be ok."
"Where's Harry?" A stab in his chest, but he swallowed heavily and continued speaking.
"Fighting Malfoy." He tried not to sound bitter as the two boys screamed, trying to kill each other.
"I missed you…" Ron couldn't breathe. Had she really said that?
"Oh Hermione…I'll never let this happen to you again, I swear. I'll take care of you. Always." Was that a proposal? Was he asking her to marry him?
"Ron…?" She questioned him, unsure.
"Yes, Hermione. I want you…forever." More tears poured down her cheeks as he used his wand to unlock the handcuffs. And carefully wrapped the blanket around her more securely. Her eyes closed as she leaned her head against his chest, and he knew she was sleeping. A small smile on her lips. He sighed as he wondered if she would remember his proposal when she awoke again… and then Harry's cry broke his trained thoughts.
"Get Hermione out of here, Ron!" Ron ran to the door with Hermione safely in his arms as he watched the naked frame of Malfoy trying to run after him and get her back.
"What about you?" Ron asked, somewhat frightened to leave Harry alone with Malfoy, dodging Malfoy just in time while Harry grabbed him again. He heard Harry's frustration and difficulty when he replied.
"I'll be fine! Just go!" And he did, and he heard the man call after him as he left. Something about that he was sorry for what had happened. Ron smiled a complete genuine smile for the first time after they had entered the room. He somehow knew…deep down…that everything was going to be ok.
As he brought Hermione up to his room and laid her down under his covers as he sat on Harry's bed and watched her sleep, he thought about how Harry and Mal-Draco, had a lot of talking to do. He wondered what else they'd do after they…he didn't let his thoughts wander any farther after that as he saw Hermione's hand come up and gently rub her eyes and then fall to her side. He smiled and crawled onto his bed, near the bottom, and drew the curtains completely around it. He didn't want anyone to disturb her sleep. And with one last glance at Hermione, he fell right to sleep.
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Back in Draco's prefect room, the two boys continued to wrestle. They were rolling around on the floor, briefly, forgetting that Draco was without clothes.
"How could you, Malfoy! You almost raped my best friend! I would have killed you! Did you honestly think that would get me to love you, you sick asshole?!" Harry screamed through loud breaths as Malfoy slammed his back into the floor, before Harry pushed him off again and also slammed Draco into the floor.
"And you Potter! What about you?! I told you how I felt, and you…you!! Ran away! Like the coward git you are! I couldn't help it! I was completely obsessed with you and I'd do anything to have you, still would!" The coward part was completely untrue, they both knew it, but Harry got the message as Draco slammed Harry into the floor again, pinning him with his body. And, chest heaving, glared down at the Gryffindor, while he glared back up at him defiantly. Harry was seriously pissed off at Draco and wanted to kill him for hurting Hermione. Draco was seriously pissed off at Harry for being…Harry. Making him feel things he had never felt before with anyone. Not until now. With Harry. Draco had to do what he had been planning to do for a long time, tonight. Soon. After he explained to Harry…everything. Then, unexpectantly, Draco lowered his head to Harry's mouth and felt his warm breath against his cold skin. Oh it was heaven. Everything about Harry was heaven. And to Draco's surprise, Harry kissed him back, his tongue sliding over his biting lip, asking for permission to enter. Draco complied greedily, eager to taste the Gryffindor boy once more as the two boys kissed passionately and unrelentingly for what seemed like hours. Draco knew that Harry would let him make love to him tonight. In his heart, Harry had forgiven him. But they weren't ready to talk about it yet. Right now…what they were about to do, would speak volumes for them both.
Harry had wanted Draco right away, at that moment. For some reason, he wanted Draco inside him so badly. He was about to shout out in protest when Draco moved partially away from his body. But suddenly, firm hands slid under his body, and picked him up. Harry's eyes shot open as he looked up into the silver pools of Draco's eyes. Confusion was written clearly in the emerald eye's of the boy. Draco smiled serenely down at him, and gently placed him on the bed.
"I want to make you comfortable…" It was a whisper, but Harry had heard, and he was touched. Soon, the boys were lost in each other again. Draco's hands moved expertly over the dark haired boys body. Harry writhed beneath him in absolute pleasure. He panted, and gasped Draco's name as his tongue dragged down his chest and circled around his nipple. Harry wanted to show Draco that he knew had to please too, so with a small smirk, he flipped Draco onto his back, his smile broadening at Draco's gasp of surprise, gripped Draco's sides firmly with his inner thighs, and began to move down his body. His lips blew softly against the skin on Draco's abdomen. Draco shuddered when he felt the tongue dip lower and he couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped his lips when Harry's mouth came down on him, and took him fully. Draco arched his neck off the bed and cried out Harry's name. Harry had never done this before, but for some reason, it felt right with Draco, and he continued to please and tease Draco with his tongue and his soft lips that Draco could never get enough of. Draco let go into Harry's mouth. For a moment, Harry had felt sorry for girls who did this because guys liked it so much, but then he thought, as he looked down at Draco, that it wasn't so bad. He swallowed slowly, cautiously, all of this knew to him, but he discovered that, it just tasted like Draco. Unknowingly, Harry licked his lips while he watched Draco.
Draco was looking up at him. His beautiful innocent Harry….didn't look that innocent now. He couldn't believe it! This had been a big step for Harry and he was extremely glad that the boy wasn't terrified of it all. And because of his generous deed…Draco was going to give him the best fucking of his life. He sat up abruptly and grabbed Harry's shoulders, and spun him around onto his stomach. Draco had never done this before either, but for some reason, he knew he what he was doing now. And he liked being in control and so, Harry remained on the bottom, breathing heavily, while Draco was still trying to catch his breath over what Harry had done for him. He entered Harry slowly, already hard at the sight of Harry open and ready for him. Harry tensed at the pressure, and Draco bit his lip. He didn't want to hurt Harry, but he was very tight, and although that felt good to Draco, he needed to be extra careful.
"Just relax Harry. I promise not to hurt you." And Harry did. And Draco kept his promise.
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In the boys dormitories, in the Gryffindor House, Ron lay peacefully at Hermione's feet in his bed. Suddenly, Hermione stirred and opened her eyes. She was instantly hit with the memories of the hour before. She smiled softly as she glanced at the sleeping figure of Ron and quietly got out from under the covers and rolled him gently beside her and slipped him carefully under the covers. She removed his robes and shirt cautiously and wondered if she should remove his pants too, then wondered what he wore to bed. She chided herself and an instant blush rose to her cheeks. She had already forgiven Malfoy, because she knew, at this moment, Harry and Draco were making up for lost time. She knew precisely what they were doing and then blushed again at the thought as she suddenly realized she wasn't wearing anything. She decided to stay that way as she watched Ron rest. She had already removed his pants, and the only thing that prevented them from having skin against skin was his boxers. But she didn't dare try and take those off. His pants hadn't been that hard to remove, but she knew she'd wake him if she tried and removed his boxers. She slowly pressed her body against his, worried he might wake at the contact. But he didn't stir, she was slightly relieved and slightly disappointed. She rested her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes. She wouldn't sleep though, so she started to think about what Ron had said to her. They were still in school after all, but they would be graduating very shortly. Well…not that shortly. They had another 3 years to go. But that was fine with Hermione.
Does that mean yes? She thought to herself, thinking about the answer she would give to his question, not realizing that the soft light that poured from the doorway, lit up her face. Ron's back was to the light, and therefore, his face was bathed in darkness. She assumed he was asleep, not watching her very quietly, being very, very still.
Hermione smiled softly and turned to face Ron again. She still couldn't tell if his eyes were open, but she hoped they were. She stared directly where his eyes were and whispered "Yes, Ron…" And placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and let them remain there as she closed her eyes.
Against her lips, Ron smiled his heart stopping smile into the darkness.
Upon feeling it, she smiled back.
They would finally be together.
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"Listen…Harry." Harry's eyes sobbered immediately as he looked up at Draco. It had been wonderful of course. Harry had never felt more wonderful in life. After they made love, as they both called out each other's name when they let go, they realized that they were meant to be and continued to lie quietly in each other's arms before Draco broke the silence. Harry pondered about what he had felt, what Draco had felt. That wonderful, flying feeling. It was the feeling that they both had, deep inside themselves. When they were with each other, the warmth spread from the top of their heads, to the tips of their toes. It would always be like this. And as Harry gazed up at the blond, he knew he would listen to him, and ignore the demanding urges to rip him to shreds for what he had done.
"I want you to understand something…when I told you I loved you…I meant it. You know me, or how I can be, the day you first met me, that was me, it was who I was, and you turned me down, although you never saw it like that. But to me, you had. You were everything to me when I watched you. During class, Quidditch, just eating with your friends. Always so perfect…so beautiful. In your own, special way."
" I could never quite get over the fact that you were better in everything you did compared to me. Except potions of course." They both smiled at this comment. "I was obsessed with the idea of you…for a long time. I knew what obsession was, and I thrived in it. I wanted you, a toy, to play with, forever. The forever part scared me, made me really think about how I felt about you. That was when I woke up one day and realized…I was in love with you. Not the Boy Who Lived, Quidditch Champion, Defender of the Wizarding World, Famous Harry James Potter…No. Just Harry. Just emerald green eyed, messy haired, beautiful Harry. You… My Harry." Draco looked like a great burden had been lifted from his well built frame. His face looked calmer and more relaxed, and Harry could sense it in his body that he was a lot happier that he had said all of it. It was a lot to digest, and Harry honestly didn't know what to say to that. He wanted to tell him that he felt the same way. How could he not? Draco and him were the same. People depending on them to hold up certain standards, their futures chosen for them. So alike, and so different. Harry was the dark angel…while Draco was the angelic demon. They fit together so perfectly. And as Harry looked up into those pools of silver that bore down into his soul, he knew he had lost. And he was going to give in and tell him everything…but before he could say anything, Draco reached up to his night table, and for a brief instant, Harry thought that Draco had lied to him about everything. But instead of reaching for his wand, Draco held a black velvet box in his hand. It bore the Malfoy crest, and Harry wondered what was inside it. Though, this whole thing felt oddly familiar. Then, as Draco opened the box so Harry could view what was inside, the breath caught in Harry's throat, and silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Oh god…oh thank you god…
It was a ring of course. A beautiful engraved ring that bore their initials on it in small sophisticated lettering. D.M H.P. Their handwritten looking loops were linked together in a bond like fashion, and inside the lettering, bore their house colours. The D had silver, the M had green, the H had gold and the P had red. Separating the initials of D.M was a small silver diamond that represented Draco's eyes. A small emerald separated the initials of H.P. Harry slowly looked up into Draco's eyes. It was the most…meaningful thing he could ever receive. And to show how much it meant to him, he raised his head, and initiated the kiss. Draco had always been the one to initiate it. It was a slow, deep and soulful kiss and it took Draco's breath away.
Slowly Harry pulled away, with a huge smile on his face. God…Draco thought. If he keeps smiling at me like that, I won't be able to stop myself from giving him everything he's ever wanted…He was awoken from his thoughts when he heard Harry sigh contently. Draco slowly got off Harry and moved beside him. Harry immediately snuggled up next to Draco and Draco smiled happily. He slipped the ring onto Harry's lean finger and nodded approvingly. It was his promise ring, to symbolize their being together forever. Corny yes, but Draco wasn't ever going to let this boy go.
"This was rather unexpected…" Harry smiled teasingly. Draco laughed quietly.
"How so?" He asked, in the same teasing tone.
"Well…:" Harry began. "First, you try to seduce me. Then you try to rape my best friend" He paused and looked at Draco who was wearing a deep frown. Harry laughed and shoved him playfully. "Oh come on, you know you're forgiven now." Draco smiled again.
"Continue." Draco spoke. Harry nodded.
"Then you propose to me!" He exclaimed.
"What's so unexpected about that?" Draco asked, amused.
"Because you're Draco Malfoy."
"Who happens to be head over heals in love with Harry Potter." Harry smiled at the endearment.
"But I knew what you were up to…this was all a plot!" Now Draco cocked an eyebrow at him. Harry smiled lovingly.
"A plot to unexpectedly seduce me into…" Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco's and whispered softly, "…matrimony…"
Both boys grinned and laughed. They then fell asleep in each other's arms, dreaming about their future to come….together.
….::grins:: I bet ya I fooled ya! I frankly love this ending, if you don't, then poo you! It's over, now I can focus on my other one, which only has to do with sex…hopefully I won't get tempted into making them fall in love in the end…if I do, just slap me. I've been wanting to write a Draco and Hermione sex fanfic withOUT them falling in love in the end. I know the perfect way to end it though! But there will be tears! But that will be the point. Thank you to all my lovely reviewers! SunKiss! Yoooouuuu!!! Keep! Sending me those bloody emails about updating! So here it is! lol goddamnit it's over! Be happy! I hoped you all enjoyed my story, because now it's over and I'm so very grateful, because I can rest easier…a little easier, now! Mwa! Love you all for all of your support. Make sure you read my other fanfic (once the bloody third chapter gets up there) Even Cold Hearts Can Have Heated Desires. Thank you all again! Adieu!!
Madi Black