She sat rigid like a statue and waited to be slapped again but he only
kneeled down in front of her and put his head in her lap. He looked so
tired. She ran her hands through his messy hair that was filled with leaves
and dirt. His face was streaked with dark stuff. Hermione couldn't tell if
it was dried blood or not.
Draco stopped the elevator on the 5th floor.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
He looked up at her and she gasped. The bags under his eyes were nearly black and his eyes were blood shot. It was blood on his face. There were little cuts on his nose and cheeks. "I thought.maybe, you were thinking of me," he said in a small voice.
Hermione gulped down a sob and embraced him. She didn't notice him flinch, like sudden contact frightened him. One of his arms was bandaged but the bandage was nearly all red. "I thought you hate me! I don't understand you, Malfoy. I don't.understand.you," she said slowly as he kissed up her thigh.
"I have thought of you every second since that kiss. I could drown in your brown eyes."
"I.didn't.Ron." she choked.
"Yes.him. I seen you kiss him but I know you're mine. You could be married to anyone and you would still be mine."
Hermione expect him to be so upset but he was calm. She was anything but. Her insides were all tied together and the tingling sensation in her stomach had spread in between her legs, when he began kissing the lower part of her stomach. "Why?" she asked him, in between small gasps.
He reached over and brushed the hair from her face. "You know why I'm here. Do I have to say it?" He put his hips between her legs and lifted her out of the seat and onto the ground. She didn't even notice he had moved her. Hermione was lost in his eyes that looked so warm. "Yes, tell me."
He un-did the clasp on his too small Slytherin robes and began unwrapping his bandage. The wound was obviously infected and was hurting him so bad. Coming out of her haze, Hermione stared at his arm. "Why don't you heal it?" she asked. "Would you like me to do it?"
"No," he sighed. "I love you, woman, and I don't feel there's any need to explain it. I know you're supposed to be mine. No one deserves you but me. If you love me, hold your hand out. If you question me, you will question my love for you and you know better."
She smiled weakly. "You're always so bold, Mr. Malfoy." She put out her hand.
"When the blood of a Malfoy willingly mixes with the blood of another, they are, in some way, joined to the family and the ties hold strong until they are dead or banished by the blood it's self. Our family is the purest of the pure. With my blood in your veins, I will know there is hope for us in the future."
"In the future? You're going to leave me?" She pulled her hand back.
"At this point, it would be useless for me stay. I saw Ron's face. I hate that guy with all my being but I love you, and I know that if I stay Narcissa will come and kill you. I don't want this night to be in vain. You know I will come for you. Until then, I know the Weasel will take care of you."
Draco snatched her hand back and pulled a kitchen knife from the pocket of his robes. "I know this hurts but I will make it up to you," he said, swiftly slicing a wound into her palm. She flinched but didn't call out until he cut his infected wound open on his forearm as if it hurt her more then it hurt him.
Hermione had thought it would just be a cold sensation when they transferred each others blood but it was burning, painful sensation. Every nerve ending was on fire in her body. She began trying to pull away frantically but he held fast to her.
"IT BURNS! IT BURNS! STOP!" she cried. She was pushing herself against Draco, sobbing. He was crying silently too, but not because it hurt.
"Hold still," he cooed, trying to ease her. "I know it burns. It's mixing with Muggle blood. We will end this with feud between Muggles and Purebloods."
She could barely hear him though. The sounds were drowned out by the throbbing in her ears. She thought she was hallucinating. The elevator had melted away and made room for a giant watery tomb of a place. She couldn't feel anything anymore, not even her own fingers on her skin.
She stood up, alone, and stared around at all the carvings that were glowing in some places. A small, blond boy was at the end of the list, sitting near the water's edge and poking at a small snake with his tiny broomstick.
"Boy," a booming voice called.
"Lucius," Hermione whispered. She pressed her back tightly against the stone wall.
He could've walked right through her; instead he walked right past her and pulled the small Draco up by the back of his robes. The boy regained his composure and stood as straight as a soldier. Lucius still glared at him. "Why is your hair so untidy? Your robes are all wrinkly as well," he observed, walking around him in slow circles. Draco remained stiff, unmoving.
"Tell me, Draco. Who do you serve?"
"Lord Voldemort, sir."
"What are you, boy?"
"A Malfoy, sir."
"What does that mean, boy?"
The young boy's eyes flickered. "I am to be.responsible for the future of our past.g-generations and the future of the wizarding world its self."
Lucius's lip curled. He smacked Draco with all the power in his hand, just like Draco had done to Hermione. The boy's head must have reeled at impact but in spite of it all, his hair being even messier and his knees knocking, stood back up on his unbalanced feet.
"You are Malfoy," his father said over his shoulder before leaving the room. "You do not serve anything but your name."
The scene Hermione witnessed was neither a hallucination nor a dream but a little of both. Draco's memories flooded into her mind and for a while it was ok to learn about the nortorious Malfoy who was so stone hearted and cruel. It always seemed like sweet revenge to see it at first.but only at first. The scenes were always more cruel and painful as the memories went on. Hermione could barely contain herself when she woke up. How could someone so beaten and broken possibly love her? What love could be left in such a man?
"Dra." she started weakly.
"Shhh," he blew against her lips. "Don't say my name just yet."
Draco kissed down her chin and the hollow of her neck, resting only a second to savor the clean smell of her skin. His right hand had moved lower and lifting her shirt up to expose her breasts. At first he made no quick movement, just stared at them without a word on his lips. Her nipples were small and pale pink, like her cheeks. He swallowed loudly and began licking her hardened peaks.
The surge of primal recognition shocked her body into stillness. Being in his arms was one thing; lying sprawled underneath him was another. She was still somewhere lost in between reality and Draco's horrifying nightmares, but when the cool air in the elevator hit her bare chest, she realized Draco's full grown muscular torso above her. Then the sensation in her breasts made her moan. His leg rode in between hers and she clasped onto it, rising up to meet him.
Hermione gasped loudly when he replaced his lean, muscular leg when with his fingers. He moved over the thin folds of her shorts and pulled them down with one hand. Draco didn't stop kissing her as he slipped one finger into her. She grasped his arm with one hand and slowly jerked against the entrance of his second finger. Her orgasm wracked her body entirely for he had barely even touched her yet. He could feel her sweet smelling juice cover his fingers. Draco licked it off slowly, savoring the taste of her.
"Ta-take me now, Draco," Hermione begged, her voice guttural and hoarse.
Draco could barely contain himself at this request and peeled off the pants that had matted to him from all their sweat. She was trembling as he towered over her small form. He was much larger then she imagined. As he entered her, it was slow and with small thrusts. She dug her nails into his back and called his name over and over in between breaths. She rocked her hips back and forth to adjust to his large erection.
Only when he was completely inside her did he know what real sex could be. When he was been with other women he could control himself and go for hours. Hermione on the other hand had him clutching the back of her head and pumping into her hard and with desperation to cling onto the hot, exploding pleasure that possessed all of his nerve endings.
Stars seemed to explode behind Hermione's eyes as her body buckled to the unyielding desire. Draco was thrusting harder and harder, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She was glad because if he hadn't silenced her, everyone in Holly Horris's would have heard Hermione Granger's orgasm. Her lover came into her just as soon as she had reached her climax and collapsed on her chest.
The next few minutes were so quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the sounds of two people trying to catch their breaths.
"Why are you here?" Hermione whispered, turning her head away from him. She sounded sad. He lifted himself off of her and pulled his Slytherin robes over her, staring down at her with a glint in his eyes.
"I always wondered what you would look like in green," he smirked. Hermione immediately giggled and turned to him, a sort of don't-start-with- me-Malfoy look that she used to give him.
"Well, I always wondered why you were such a git," she laughed.
Trying not to be too sad he said, "Well, now you know."
She looked a little taken back. "I didn't mean it that way, you know."
"I hated watching you with that Weasley. If it would have been any other day I would have called you a Mudblood and was over it. I just can't stand the thought of seeing you with any other man. I don't know what has come over me. Yet, what can I say? My mother married me off to Pansy Parkinson."
Hermione sat there, too shocked to speak. "Pansy.Marriage?"
"I've lost my wand, my fortune and nearly my name. I have nothing but you. I have nothing to offer you, except for a one way ticket to hell. If I just left everything my mother would find us and most likely kill you.I don't care what she does to me. You are all I'm worried about. I haven't had enough to think of a good solid plan. I just left on my broom to see you tonight."
Hermione looked totally bewildered at all the news flooding on top of her. She had just gotten with Ron, trying so hard to forget about this gorgeous man then she makes love to him and he tells her all this. She wanted to scream and hate him again. She didn't want to be selfish but why would he come to her and make her feel so wonderful.then let her down with such news.
Draco sat up against the elevator and hung his head. "I'm sorry for all those years of misery I caused, and I'm sorry for making you rush into a relationship with that red head. I'm sorry for putting you where you are now. If I had never let my attraction to you come out it would all be ok. Just tell me to leave you alone now and if that's what you want I will never bother you again."
She only flung herself into her arms and sobbed uncontrollably. "I love you, Draco Malfoy. If you wouldn't have shown your feelings to me, I would've still wanted you. I.I can wait."
At that moment the elevator jerked and began in descend. The pale blond man pulled on his pants and took Hermione's tee-shirt and pulled it on. "Keep the robes, so you can remember me and tonight."
She blushed deeply. "I couldn't forget this for all the Galleons in the world."
He laughed and kissed her forehead. The elevator doors swung open and a short, freckly boy stood there staring at a woman wearing only a child's sized robe and a messy, scratched up man.
"Excuse me," Draco said politely, trying to conceal a smirk. Turning to Hermione, he kissed her deeply with his tongue and whispered something in her ear that made her step back, wide eyed. He turned back to the boy and bowed. He walked out of the elevator without looking back, though it took a lot of concentration not to do so.
**
The sun had risen when Hermione got back to her room. Ron was still snoring like a baby. She slipped into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lips were nearly bruised by all the kisses he had given her. She could smell his sex all over her skin.
Hermione rubbed her belly with intense interest as she climbed into the shower, smiling in spite of everything.
**
Ok, sorry it took so long, my summer is over and I have to be looking for jobs now =( boo. Ok, after this is when it will get really good ^.^ I'm excited. It might be a couple more days until I update again because I have a lot to do, but everyone's reviews really inspired me to spend my whole morning writing up a storm =) thank you all so much! I hope you enjoyed this Chappy. - RatWitch
Draco stopped the elevator on the 5th floor.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
He looked up at her and she gasped. The bags under his eyes were nearly black and his eyes were blood shot. It was blood on his face. There were little cuts on his nose and cheeks. "I thought.maybe, you were thinking of me," he said in a small voice.
Hermione gulped down a sob and embraced him. She didn't notice him flinch, like sudden contact frightened him. One of his arms was bandaged but the bandage was nearly all red. "I thought you hate me! I don't understand you, Malfoy. I don't.understand.you," she said slowly as he kissed up her thigh.
"I have thought of you every second since that kiss. I could drown in your brown eyes."
"I.didn't.Ron." she choked.
"Yes.him. I seen you kiss him but I know you're mine. You could be married to anyone and you would still be mine."
Hermione expect him to be so upset but he was calm. She was anything but. Her insides were all tied together and the tingling sensation in her stomach had spread in between her legs, when he began kissing the lower part of her stomach. "Why?" she asked him, in between small gasps.
He reached over and brushed the hair from her face. "You know why I'm here. Do I have to say it?" He put his hips between her legs and lifted her out of the seat and onto the ground. She didn't even notice he had moved her. Hermione was lost in his eyes that looked so warm. "Yes, tell me."
He un-did the clasp on his too small Slytherin robes and began unwrapping his bandage. The wound was obviously infected and was hurting him so bad. Coming out of her haze, Hermione stared at his arm. "Why don't you heal it?" she asked. "Would you like me to do it?"
"No," he sighed. "I love you, woman, and I don't feel there's any need to explain it. I know you're supposed to be mine. No one deserves you but me. If you love me, hold your hand out. If you question me, you will question my love for you and you know better."
She smiled weakly. "You're always so bold, Mr. Malfoy." She put out her hand.
"When the blood of a Malfoy willingly mixes with the blood of another, they are, in some way, joined to the family and the ties hold strong until they are dead or banished by the blood it's self. Our family is the purest of the pure. With my blood in your veins, I will know there is hope for us in the future."
"In the future? You're going to leave me?" She pulled her hand back.
"At this point, it would be useless for me stay. I saw Ron's face. I hate that guy with all my being but I love you, and I know that if I stay Narcissa will come and kill you. I don't want this night to be in vain. You know I will come for you. Until then, I know the Weasel will take care of you."
Draco snatched her hand back and pulled a kitchen knife from the pocket of his robes. "I know this hurts but I will make it up to you," he said, swiftly slicing a wound into her palm. She flinched but didn't call out until he cut his infected wound open on his forearm as if it hurt her more then it hurt him.
Hermione had thought it would just be a cold sensation when they transferred each others blood but it was burning, painful sensation. Every nerve ending was on fire in her body. She began trying to pull away frantically but he held fast to her.
"IT BURNS! IT BURNS! STOP!" she cried. She was pushing herself against Draco, sobbing. He was crying silently too, but not because it hurt.
"Hold still," he cooed, trying to ease her. "I know it burns. It's mixing with Muggle blood. We will end this with feud between Muggles and Purebloods."
She could barely hear him though. The sounds were drowned out by the throbbing in her ears. She thought she was hallucinating. The elevator had melted away and made room for a giant watery tomb of a place. She couldn't feel anything anymore, not even her own fingers on her skin.
She stood up, alone, and stared around at all the carvings that were glowing in some places. A small, blond boy was at the end of the list, sitting near the water's edge and poking at a small snake with his tiny broomstick.
"Boy," a booming voice called.
"Lucius," Hermione whispered. She pressed her back tightly against the stone wall.
He could've walked right through her; instead he walked right past her and pulled the small Draco up by the back of his robes. The boy regained his composure and stood as straight as a soldier. Lucius still glared at him. "Why is your hair so untidy? Your robes are all wrinkly as well," he observed, walking around him in slow circles. Draco remained stiff, unmoving.
"Tell me, Draco. Who do you serve?"
"Lord Voldemort, sir."
"What are you, boy?"
"A Malfoy, sir."
"What does that mean, boy?"
The young boy's eyes flickered. "I am to be.responsible for the future of our past.g-generations and the future of the wizarding world its self."
Lucius's lip curled. He smacked Draco with all the power in his hand, just like Draco had done to Hermione. The boy's head must have reeled at impact but in spite of it all, his hair being even messier and his knees knocking, stood back up on his unbalanced feet.
"You are Malfoy," his father said over his shoulder before leaving the room. "You do not serve anything but your name."
The scene Hermione witnessed was neither a hallucination nor a dream but a little of both. Draco's memories flooded into her mind and for a while it was ok to learn about the nortorious Malfoy who was so stone hearted and cruel. It always seemed like sweet revenge to see it at first.but only at first. The scenes were always more cruel and painful as the memories went on. Hermione could barely contain herself when she woke up. How could someone so beaten and broken possibly love her? What love could be left in such a man?
"Dra." she started weakly.
"Shhh," he blew against her lips. "Don't say my name just yet."
Draco kissed down her chin and the hollow of her neck, resting only a second to savor the clean smell of her skin. His right hand had moved lower and lifting her shirt up to expose her breasts. At first he made no quick movement, just stared at them without a word on his lips. Her nipples were small and pale pink, like her cheeks. He swallowed loudly and began licking her hardened peaks.
The surge of primal recognition shocked her body into stillness. Being in his arms was one thing; lying sprawled underneath him was another. She was still somewhere lost in between reality and Draco's horrifying nightmares, but when the cool air in the elevator hit her bare chest, she realized Draco's full grown muscular torso above her. Then the sensation in her breasts made her moan. His leg rode in between hers and she clasped onto it, rising up to meet him.
Hermione gasped loudly when he replaced his lean, muscular leg when with his fingers. He moved over the thin folds of her shorts and pulled them down with one hand. Draco didn't stop kissing her as he slipped one finger into her. She grasped his arm with one hand and slowly jerked against the entrance of his second finger. Her orgasm wracked her body entirely for he had barely even touched her yet. He could feel her sweet smelling juice cover his fingers. Draco licked it off slowly, savoring the taste of her.
"Ta-take me now, Draco," Hermione begged, her voice guttural and hoarse.
Draco could barely contain himself at this request and peeled off the pants that had matted to him from all their sweat. She was trembling as he towered over her small form. He was much larger then she imagined. As he entered her, it was slow and with small thrusts. She dug her nails into his back and called his name over and over in between breaths. She rocked her hips back and forth to adjust to his large erection.
Only when he was completely inside her did he know what real sex could be. When he was been with other women he could control himself and go for hours. Hermione on the other hand had him clutching the back of her head and pumping into her hard and with desperation to cling onto the hot, exploding pleasure that possessed all of his nerve endings.
Stars seemed to explode behind Hermione's eyes as her body buckled to the unyielding desire. Draco was thrusting harder and harder, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She was glad because if he hadn't silenced her, everyone in Holly Horris's would have heard Hermione Granger's orgasm. Her lover came into her just as soon as she had reached her climax and collapsed on her chest.
The next few minutes were so quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the sounds of two people trying to catch their breaths.
"Why are you here?" Hermione whispered, turning her head away from him. She sounded sad. He lifted himself off of her and pulled his Slytherin robes over her, staring down at her with a glint in his eyes.
"I always wondered what you would look like in green," he smirked. Hermione immediately giggled and turned to him, a sort of don't-start-with- me-Malfoy look that she used to give him.
"Well, I always wondered why you were such a git," she laughed.
Trying not to be too sad he said, "Well, now you know."
She looked a little taken back. "I didn't mean it that way, you know."
"I hated watching you with that Weasley. If it would have been any other day I would have called you a Mudblood and was over it. I just can't stand the thought of seeing you with any other man. I don't know what has come over me. Yet, what can I say? My mother married me off to Pansy Parkinson."
Hermione sat there, too shocked to speak. "Pansy.Marriage?"
"I've lost my wand, my fortune and nearly my name. I have nothing but you. I have nothing to offer you, except for a one way ticket to hell. If I just left everything my mother would find us and most likely kill you.I don't care what she does to me. You are all I'm worried about. I haven't had enough to think of a good solid plan. I just left on my broom to see you tonight."
Hermione looked totally bewildered at all the news flooding on top of her. She had just gotten with Ron, trying so hard to forget about this gorgeous man then she makes love to him and he tells her all this. She wanted to scream and hate him again. She didn't want to be selfish but why would he come to her and make her feel so wonderful.then let her down with such news.
Draco sat up against the elevator and hung his head. "I'm sorry for all those years of misery I caused, and I'm sorry for making you rush into a relationship with that red head. I'm sorry for putting you where you are now. If I had never let my attraction to you come out it would all be ok. Just tell me to leave you alone now and if that's what you want I will never bother you again."
She only flung herself into her arms and sobbed uncontrollably. "I love you, Draco Malfoy. If you wouldn't have shown your feelings to me, I would've still wanted you. I.I can wait."
At that moment the elevator jerked and began in descend. The pale blond man pulled on his pants and took Hermione's tee-shirt and pulled it on. "Keep the robes, so you can remember me and tonight."
She blushed deeply. "I couldn't forget this for all the Galleons in the world."
He laughed and kissed her forehead. The elevator doors swung open and a short, freckly boy stood there staring at a woman wearing only a child's sized robe and a messy, scratched up man.
"Excuse me," Draco said politely, trying to conceal a smirk. Turning to Hermione, he kissed her deeply with his tongue and whispered something in her ear that made her step back, wide eyed. He turned back to the boy and bowed. He walked out of the elevator without looking back, though it took a lot of concentration not to do so.
**
The sun had risen when Hermione got back to her room. Ron was still snoring like a baby. She slipped into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lips were nearly bruised by all the kisses he had given her. She could smell his sex all over her skin.
Hermione rubbed her belly with intense interest as she climbed into the shower, smiling in spite of everything.
**
Ok, sorry it took so long, my summer is over and I have to be looking for jobs now =( boo. Ok, after this is when it will get really good ^.^ I'm excited. It might be a couple more days until I update again because I have a lot to do, but everyone's reviews really inspired me to spend my whole morning writing up a storm =) thank you all so much! I hope you enjoyed this Chappy. - RatWitch
