Chapter 5

Breathless

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Draco Malfoy slowly stood up to his feet, and got up to help Hermione stand. His head was ringing so loudly and his veins around his skull were thumping uncontrollably. His hair, which was once slicked back, had fallen gracefully over his eyes. She was shaking, but she managed to lean onto his strong arms for support.

He was confused. Everywhere around them, night posts were glowing with their little lights. The street was deserted, and all of the shops of Hogsmeade had a sign that said CLOSED, although each varied in shapes and sizes. The pavement was free from the feet of witches and warlocks who did their daily shopping for bat's eyes and newt's skin. The sky showed that it was nighttime, with the stars snickering at their puzzlement. Most of all, there were no more sounds coming from Covencraft, no more students clad in muggle clothes and teachers dancing the night away.

"What is going on here?" Hermione repeated the same question again. She let go Draco's arms as she stepped carefully towards the club's massive doors, which was closed with a heavy padlock. "Where are all the people?"

Draco ran his fingers through his hair. "I have no idea." He glanced at his watch on his left wrist and looked at the time. The circular glass had a little clock, but it still showed Draco what he needed to see. "Damn…" he muttered. Three o'clock. "We must have gone though time." Okay that sounded crazy, he thought to himself.

"What?" Hermione spun around to look at him, her hair turning twirling along with her. "You mean we're back in time?"

"No, it's 3 a.m. Must've gone four hours in the future."

"But how is that possible?" She was biting her lip, thinking of a rational explanation for all of this. Okay, Granger, you can't go through time without a Time Turner... Drugs? Some of the drinks might be rigged with some Ecstasy or something, this might all be a hallucination…

"If you're thinking I put some Hallucino-Potion just so I can be with you, don't start." Draco shook his head as he put his hands inside his pockets. "What the—" He muttered as he took out something that touched his fingers inside his trench coat. Hermione frowned and came over to him, curious to see what he was holding.

He slowly opened his palm and Hermione noticed that his nails were manicured perfectly. Soon, a little stone appeared on Draco's hand. It was a simple stone, which looked just like any irrelevant stone anyone would step on, trip on or ignore. There was nothing special to it.

"A rock?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Weird," Draco said under his breath.

Hermione looked at him in disbelief. "Draco, it's a stupid rock!" She hugged herself. The cold night air was beginning to get to her and her jacket was inside the club, and she couldn't help shivering. "Just throw it away." She needed some answers, not a filthy pebble.

"No, you don't understand…" Draco held up the stone to look at it more closely. "The Malfoy Wardrobe is always perfect. It's charmed with a spell so that nothing will make the clothes look bad. No loose threads, no creases or folds, not even rocks like this little guy…" He smirked. "I even checked it myself in the mirror before I left. My clothes are supposed to be flawless… Free from anything."

"The Malfoy Wardrobe?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "You guys are so vain."

"Well, us Malfoys have to look good."

And you're doing a fine job at it. "So it's supposed to be perfect until you wear it. Big deal." Hermione shrugged. "You must have found this rock interesting and put it in your pocket. You must've forgotten about it."

Draco shook his head and pounded his finger gently on Hermione's forehead. "Honestly Granger. I thought you had a little bit of something in there…" He smiled at her, and Hermione once again found her knees weak.

"The only stones I'm interested at are diamonds, gems and rubies." He held up the stone for Hermione to have a closer look at it. "This one doesn't look like it costs a knut."

Hermione laughed softly at this. She took the stone from Draco as her fingers slightly brushed his. "Okay. Fine. I get your point. So how did it get here?"

Draco frowned as his thoughts came back to what had happened earlier that night. Immediately after classes ended he changed into his black attire, and went to Hogsmeade to supervise the opening of the club. After that, students came in groups, giggling and shouting and yelling. People were dancing around, he was entertaining the teachers… Went down the stairs…. Bumped into Goyle… Wait a minute… Bumped…

"God damn it!" Draco yelled as he punched the massive doors of his club with his fists. "It was Goyle!"

"Whoa... Whoa… Hey, calm down!" Hermione said. She jumped when Draco's fist banged against the wooden surface of the door. Hermione went to him and held him back. "Are you sure about that?"

Draco tried to calm down. "He bumped into me while I was going down the stairs, before I danced with you. And I was so thick; I didn't even feel his hand inside my pockets. He must have put the stone here." He shook his head and chuckled to himself. "I should have known. His family's expertise is theft. They mastered the art of all of it. Stupid. Stupid."

"So you're saying that this stone had something to do with us getting stuck in limbo?" Hermione didn't know where he was getting at.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "But knowing Goyle, something must have gone wrong. I mean, do you seriously think that all he wanted to do was to get us outside the club? There's more to that I bet."

"But why would he do that to you? You're his friend, right?"

"Hermione, us three are not like you and Potter and Weasley." Draco glared at her eyes. "We don't save each other's lives and do things for one another. There's no friendship there." He looked up at the sky. "I don't know what it's called, but it's not something real."

Hermione looked down at her leather sandals. Was he actually jealous of what she has with Harry and Ron? She knew what they had, at least, is something real. She didn't realize how much others would have wanted the same thing, especially a Malfoy. But she didn't want to talk about that.

"I believe you." Hermione slowly nodded, adding all the logic of the story. "Now I just can't help thinking what would happen to us if we were sent to the right place…"

Draco stood stiffly in front of her. "I know."

They were silent for a while, contemplating on the danger that was slowly coming towards them. The night was still dark, and the moon was low above them. "So what are we going to do now?"

Draco took a deep breath and let it all out. "First we need some sleep." He stepped forward and pushed Hermione gently to the side. He took out his wand and pointed at the huge padlock of his club. "Alohomora," he said softly.

Immediately the lock came free. He pushed the doors open, and it creaked loudly. He looked back at Hermione. "Coming?"

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Hermione couldn't believe it. The room was huge. There was a big canopy bed at the center, with its black covers falling to the floor. There was a vanity table in front of it and a huge green sofa was found at the other side of the room. There was a door at the back, probably leading to the bathroom. Over at the other side, a fireplace was crackling softly, sending eerie shadows on the wall. The rug was a deep shade of emerald and Hermione submitted herself to its comfort by kicking off her sandals. Its wool comforted her tired toes.

The Ultimate Bachelor's Flat, she thought to herself. "Building a room in your club is a very clever idea," she said to Draco. "I don't even want to know why."

He snickered. "Then I won't tell," he said. The only reason why he built this is for the sole purpose of a hang over. He wanted a sanctuary of his own. Clearly, Hermione's mind was telling her something else. He didn't know it was naughty.

"You can sleep on the bed," he told her as he took off his coat. "I'm going to sleep on the couch."

Hermione could see the muscles rippling through his black jumper. They were all alone, the two of them, inside the room of the century. It was impossible for something not to happen. Get a grip, Granger, she told herself. She climbed up the bed which happened to be very comfortable, with its silky green covers and pillows. And it's springy, too. She lied down and eased herself on the bed, all the while looking at Draco.

He had taken off his leather shoes and his black socks. He was now unbuckling his belt. There were silver linings on it and Hermione watched as it snaked around Draco's waist and out to his hand, then he threw somewhere on the floor. The fire had cast shadows on his face, but his eyes stood out like two miniature moons. She could tell that he was tired. Her eyes kept on looking as Draco lay on the plush material of the couch and closed his eyes. Hermione smiled to herself. It was a different feeling to see Draco asleep. Like an angel in a demon's clothes. But no sooner had he lied down when he started twisting and turning in his bed. His eyes fluttered open as he was looking for a comfortable position to sleep. Hermione bit her lip. "Hey Malfoy. Are you sure it's alright with you that I'm sleeping in the bed?" she asked one more time.

Draco twisted his head to look at her. He couldn't believe what he saw. That wasn't Hermione Granger on the bed. It was a goddess. She was lying on her side, facing him, with her brown curls flowing down her shoulder. Her long toned legs were visible and were barely covered by the green blanket of the bed.

"Draco?"

"Huh?" He was momentarily lost in his world. "Yeah, It's alright. It's just my first time sleeping on a couch."

Hermione sat up from the bed. "You mean to tell me you haven't slept in a sofa before?"

Draco shook his head. "It's so freakin' small,"

Hermione looked in disbelieve. "What are you talking about? It's huge."

"No, it ain't. It's like I'm trapped here, there's no room."

"Well, quit complaining. I'm sleeping on the couch this time." She grabbed the softest pillow and started to get up from the bed.

"Don't!" Draco exclaimed. "Women should always sleep on the bed. I wasn't complaining."

Hermione looked at him. "Yes you were. You were worried about spoiling your spoiled little rich ass on the couch." She walked towards him and pointed at the bed with her thumb. "You can have the bed, Your Highness."

Draco groaned. He never did get women and their minds. "I'm a gentleman, okay!" He stayed glued to the bed. "I am not moving here. I'm doing this for you!"

"Oh, quit the act, Malfoy. It's not you."

"But I'm a gentleman!"

"Move it!"

"I'm a gentleman!"

"MOVE IT!"

"FINE!" Draco suddenly got up and carried Hermione in his arms and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her like a saddle of rice. "What the—Put me down Malfoy! This is crazy!" Draco made it to the bed and threw Hermione there. He pointed his finger at her. "You're sleeping on the bed whether you like it or not! I can't believe we had this kind of conversation. This is pathetic! I'm going to sleep!" He turned around and walked to his couch. He collapsed on it. "Good night Granger." Then he turned his back on her.

She glared at his back. Unbelievable. "Good night Malfoy."

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Gregory Goyle continued to look at Phoenix's big mouth as she continued to lecture her about having the right state of mind. It was amazing how much she looked like his brother. The same delicate elegant features on the face, the same silver blonde hair that hung softly on their head. Goyle couldn't take it. They were too perfect. Even the way they had called him. "…stupid git!… fuckin' prick…" Just like brothers and sisters.

"So what do you think is gonna happen now, huh? Stupid boy." Phoenix spat at him. "Voldemort's reign with Draco is going to be delayed, and it will be all your fault!"

Goyle looked down on her. "You've raised the Lord Voldemort already?"

Phoenix sighed loudly. "Not yet." Her fingers absently twirled around a silver chain on her neck. There was a small green bottle with a tiny cork on it. "His soul is still here. But once Draco is here, everything will fall into place and he will be fully regenerated."

Goyle grew confused. "Wait a minute. But I thought you wanted to kill Draco?"

Phoenix raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Who says I won't?"

Goyle pointed at the other people who were complete strangers to him. "I heard them talking that you needed Draco to rule side by side with Voldemort. That he will bring back what is rightfully yours, eliminate the inferior races and all that shit? I heard it all."

Phoenix sighed once more. "Why do I have to explain everything to you?" She knew she was going to be misunderstood in a lot of concepts. "During the summer season I was reading my tarot cards. I asked a lot of questions about myself, and I was satisfied with all the answers that I got. Then I asked about my brother, something I haven't done in a long time. That's when I realized that there was a lot in store for my little Draco. He was indeed going to rule this world and his, but he wasn't going to be on our side. And I hated at what was going to happen. A little time after that, I got a calling from Voldemort, when he was still alive."

Goyle nodded slightly at this. He got a calling from Voldemort too, as well as Crabbe. But he had chickened out in the middle of it.

Phoenix grinned, as if reading his mind, and continued. "You were there too. We all met at this same mountain. He told us that he knew he was going to lose the war he was fighting. He had met with a Seer, and he knew he was going to die, so he needed our help. He was also aware of the sudden twist in Draco's path in life. How he would fight against the Lord Voldemort, rather than with him. Betrayal. The Seer had told him that he was going to benefit from Draco's blood."

"And so he asked us to revive him after he died," Goyle interrupted, suddenly realizing Phoenix's intentions. "Not using necromancy, but using your way. The New Aged Muggle Way. This was going to be a stronger necromancy. By using Draco's blood, Voldemort will inherit Draco's fate, and so he will rule our world and the mudblood's world… He will rule with Draco's blood flowing though his veins…"

Phoenix smiled and patted Goyle on the head. "I'm glad you're finally getting this." She looked at him with her gray eyes, as though she could read his innermost thoughts. "I did always wonder why Voldemort chose you. I mean, it was clear in my life. I wanted revenge. But you, on the other hand… You're jealous of my brother, are you? Always getting everything he wants… You, staying on the background while Draco shone to everyone…" She smirked at the sudden change in Goyle's face. "Does it have something to do with this Hermione Granger?"

Goyle suddenly twisted around and turned his back on her. Everything Phoenix had said about his hatred for Draco was true. He was so sick of Malfoy. But he also knew that Draco had a hidden desire for Hermione, something he had too. He, Gregory Goyle, was in love with Hermione Ganger. But he knew that Granger was in love with Potter. That was why he had always asked Phoenix for a bottle of her Mirror Potion. It gave him the chance to look like Potter for a couple of hours, a chance to feel Hermione in his arms. He was surprised when Potter had said something about… what was it… A Polyjuice potion. Well whatever it is, this muggle magic was much better.

Phoenix saw revulsion rising up to Goyle's head. "Whatever grudge you're holding against my brother, don't worry. I'll kill him for you."

"No." Goyle said, shaking his overly large head. He had a much better plan. "I'll kill him myself."

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"Draco! Wake up!"

Malfoy's eyes immediately flickered open, just as soon as Hermione threw a cup of water on his face. His face was drenched in water and his head was aggressively throbbing with pain. 

"Oh, God, I thought you were never going to wake up," Hermione sighed with relief. "Are you okay?"

"What the hell were you thinking?" He screamed at her. Slowly he sat straight on the couch, with Hermione's help. He could see that her eyes were filled with concern as she helped him set his back on the comfort of the soft material of the sofa. His head was being tortured. "I woke up coz you were talking in your sleep… You were violently twisting around the couch, it's a miracle you hadn't fallen on the floor. I heard you say something like 'blood flowing through his veins'… That's when I got up and tried to shake you awake, but you wouldn't budge. That's why I took a cup of water from the bathroom and threw in on your face…" she grinned sheepishly at the last part.

Malfoy cringed his nose. Water was still inside it. He tried to make the pain in his head go away by shutting his eyes, but it didn't. The moment he opened them, it was still there. "Well do me a favor next time and try not to wake me up, okay?" He said sarcastically to her. Then he saw it coming. He blocked Hermione's hand just as it was about to land on Draco's cheek once more. He didn't want to get slapped again by Hermione's self-defense. He's had enough of it. He spoke before Hermione's mouth started to open. "Look. I'm sorry. I take it back… Thank you for waking me up."

Hermione's eyes softened at this as she slowly took her hand back from him. This sliding motion caused her to be in a little mind imbalance, while the nerves on her hand were protesting. We want more Draco's nerves, they seemed to say. She ran the fingers of her other hand instead through his hair, to keep if from falling to his eyes. It was so silky between her digits, each strand flowed through her like water. "Would you like to tell me about it?" she smiled comfortingly at him. "I'm good with dreams, you know."

Draco was a bit surprised at the feel of Hermione's touch, but he didn't want to show it. He looked at the eyes of the object of his affection, and it glowed with trust. "Can you keep a secret?" he finally asked. Hermione only nodded. Draco took a deep breath.

"Did you know that I had a twin sister once?" he looked straight to Hermione's eyes, expecting her to gasp or squeal with surprise. Instead, her eyes closely shut for a while. A dozen questions arose in her mind, but she wanted Draco to continue telling the story.

"I did. We used to do everything together. We used to play in the vast lands of the manor, and we shared a room. We were inseparable, just like any normal brothers or sisters. Except maybe for the fact that each of our toys were very expensive, and we lived like little rich snobs." Draco smiled to himself, as the past revealed itself to him. He continued telling his story, looking straight at the fireplace.

"Ten years ago, we were both seven, that's when my dad found out. She was a squib. And my father didn't like it at all." Draco gritted his teeth as he remembered it well. "He said that being a squib was as filthy as being a mudblood, and so he decided to send her away. My mother begged him not to do it, but he didn't listen to her. One time I saw my mother with a big purple bruise on her right eye, crying to herself. My father had hit her. Again. Because she wasn't being the perfect wife that she had to be, the perfect wife who obeyed his every word. The following day, my sister was gone. I hadn't seen her since. I had heard from my mother that my sister was adopted by a muggle family. Took her to school and all that. My room was rearranged to fit one person. My father taught me everything I needed to know about being the best Malfoy… I guess he was ashamed of conceiving a squib in the family, so he tried to make me the perfect son. Rules, disciplinary acts, borderlines… these were daily routines in the Malfoy Manor." He paused for a while. His eyes laid rest on Hermione, who seemed to listen to every word he said. She didn't ask any questions yet, but was trying to hear everything Draco wanted to say. "But having a twin sister meant that we were still connected even though we're miles apart. I see her in my sleep sometimes. Now, more than ever." He turned to look at Hermione completely. "I can see what's on her mind. She's bad news. She wants revenge. She does know how to do magic, but not our way. It's stronger than ours. She has an alliance with Goyle and Voldemort." He drew his breath, ready to end his story. "She wants to kill me."

Hermione sat there beside him, silently for a while. Then a voice of hope filled the room. "You've got nothing to be scared of. Voldemort's dead, remember?"

"No," Draco said slowly, biting at his own words. "I think she's going to bring him back to life."

"Is there going to be a war again?"

"Most probably…"

"Is it going to be worse?"

"I don't know yet."

Silence. "Does you sister have a name?"

"Yes," Draco replied, nodding his head. "Phoenix Malfoy. It used be like that, but I wouldn't know her last name now."

"Right," Hermione said as she slightly cupped Draco's cheek on her hand. "I've read about that stuff. It's called Wicca. We'll know what to do. Don't worry."

Slowly the pain inside Draco's head was beginning to fade as Hermione's hand touched his face. She was so beautiful. Her soft brown curls, her chocolate eyes, it pained his heart to hide all the feelings that he had for Hermione for so many years, trying to deny it, trying not to fall for her. But now she was here with him, everything else in the world could just stop existing. She was here with him. Before he knew what he was doing, his lips had come to touch hers and he poured out all his emotions to her. Softly he kissed his lips, trying to memorize ever part of it. Each angle, each line. His tongue deepened the kiss as Hermione welcomed him further inside. He explored every dimension of her mouth, slowly sucking her velvet tongue then running his tongue along her teeth, tasting sweetness everywhere. His hand was holding the back of her neck to support her head, and he could feel her rustic tresses against the back of his hand. He withdrew for a while, wanting to take a look at her. Hermione's eyes had darkened; filled with something Draco wasn't certain yet. He stared at her, asking permission with his eyes. Please don't tell me to stop, he thought. Hermione didn't have to say anything. She carefully took off Draco's jumper through his head and laid it down on the floor. His bare chest and well-toned stomach glowed with the little light given off by the fire, and she liked it. Quidditch through the years had paid him back graciously. She took his hand in hers and led him to the other side of the room. Standing by the bed, she kissed him once more.

Draco couldn't take it. He ran his hands up Hermione's body, feeling the curves of her skin. The outline of her breasts, the dive of her waist, and the smooth curve of her hips. His hand had gone up to feel her breast, and he was massaging it in a circular motion. Then he was squeezing it gently. Hermione moaned slightly, but she didn't let him stop. He put his arms around her back, and felt the zigzags of the zipper of her dress. Gotcha, he thought. His fingers went to the very top of her dress as he went down and began sucking the skin of her neck, while Hermione's hands had decided to feel the steeliness of his body. He found the zipper, and slowly pulled it down. Hermione gasped a little as a warm yet cold air hit her bare back, sending shivers up her spine. Draco smiled at this as he gradually took her dress in his fingers and let it slide down her body, and drop on the floor. She was wearing nothing but a simple black thong, and a necklace with a heart pendant.

"What's that?" he asked her, trailing his fingers around it.

"My locket," Hermione suddenly remembered. Harry. Ron. "We have to tell Harry and Ron where we are. They might be worried about me."

"Shhh…" Draco hushed Hermione with a kiss. "You wouldn't want to tell them exactly where we are, do you?" He traced her breast with a single finger, going up and down the cleavage. "Dear Harry and Ron," Malfoy mocked, with pure evil. "I'm with Malfoy right now. Don't worry about me. He's kissing me all over and carrying me to bed. We're going to make love, and it's something that I will never forget."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Draco suddenly kissed her once more. "Shut up now, okay?"

 Her breasts had indeed pleased him very well, and her nipples had erected. Her to the bed, and now he was lying on top of her, his arms supporting his body. He went down to kiss her cheek, then started to nibble at her ear, before trailing wet kisses down her neck, her collar bone until finally his tongue had reached her left breast. He opened his mouth and started to lick the circular shape of it, before finally coming to the nipple. Then he sucked it. Hermione winced slightly as his teeth grazed her nipple, sending a rush of fire inside her. As if feeding his never ending hunger, he moved to other breast, doing the same thing while his other hand squeezed the previous breast.

It continued to go on like that, as if Malfoy was a thirsty child, trying desperately to quench his thirst. Hermione could feel his stiffness between her legs. He was huge, and she shuffled around to take off his pants. She silently thanked him for taking off his belt a while ago. He helped her get her wish and soon, he was completely naked to her. She gasped as she saw the size of his, which was already engorged. Draco stared at her already soaked panties and slid them off her as well. They were both naked. Hermione felt so hot she tried to raise her hips to meet with Draco's sex, but he held her down.

"Not yet," he growled, and Hermione silently screamed at him. She wanted him inside of her, now. Draco sensed this and smiled to herself. He slowly went down to her body; trailing wet kisses down her stomach. Then he slowly parted her legs wider, and ran his hands between her thighs, feeling her milky skin against his silky hands. He took one finger and probed it deep inside of Hermione, and her back arched with ecstasy. Then he took two, then three. It was probing inside her, exploring the places she had never felt before. He then bent over and placed his tongue on his sex, sucking her dry. His teeth gently nibbled on her clitoris, and Hermione moaned louder at him.

"Draco…"

"Ah, you want that, don't you?" He was so stiff, he didn't know if he was going to be crazy. His tongue continued to lick her sex. "Tell me you want it."

Hermione could hardly speak. Her throat was so dry. "I want you," she managed to croak.

"Tell me to fuck you…"

"Fuck me Draco…"

"Louder!"

"Fuck me!"

All of a sudden he squeezed his sex inside Hermione's, his stiffness slamming against her walls. He was going in different rhytms, different motions. In and out, circular, fast, slow, deep, hard, gentle. He wanted to drive her crazy. Then he withdrew from her.

Hermione screamed at him. "Please…" she was begging for him. It was making her mad, depriving her of the rapture she was about to get. She raised her hips once more, and he felt the tip of his cock, but he was snickering down at her. "Do you want more?"

"Yes!"

Then there were fireworks. He forced his sex once more on Hermione's pussy, and she was carried to a single rhythm. He was ravishing her, each thrust faster, harder and deeper. Her nails dug into the skin of his back as he rode on her, an animalistic sadist wanting nothing more that satisfaction. She came first, and she was screaming out loud, saying his name over and over again. Her nails dug deeper until she felt Draco's liquids flow through her, and then he collapsed on top of her.

They were both breathless.

"Wow…" was all Hermione could say.

TBC


A/N: Well, I hope I cleared out a little confusion for everyone. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed my work. To the others, please try to review… please… please… by the way, yes, I am a Filipino… hehehehe