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Chapter Five- Own Little World
She was pale, awfully ashen in his opinion, considering the red tint her cheeks had held in the early hours of dawn. She hadn't even been able to carry herself into the bathroom. He found himself considering the other possible things he could have said this morning. Hermione had been testing him, she wanted to cause him pain for her embarrassment, and he had made it worse instead of taking it like a man. //I'm such an idiot. I caused my girl to get raped.// He looked at his hands in sudden disgust. //I'm turning into him . . . totally opposite my objectives!//
"Draco? Who is him?" came a whisper from the doorway.
Hermione watched him stiffen. //No! You are not going to spill your guts out to a complete stranger. I don't want her pity, I want something else, I want her to lov . . .// he cut himself off angrily. //No I don't want her to love me. Look what I have brought her so far, pain and mortification of the worst kind.// He watched in panic as she sat herself in his lap awkwardly. Was she going to rake him over the coals? 'You would deserve it Malfoy' he thought bitterly. But instead she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder.
"It didn't hurt as much physically as it did spiritually. I mean, at first I participated in the coupling, but once I saw you . . . I couldn't stand him being inside of me. Draco you cannot blame yourself. You came to my rescue, you risked being cursed to death just to save me . . . you are not Lucius, Draco."
He listened to her little outburst, but felt no relief. She had gone to the Weasel willingly, it had not really been rape, but afterward she was still so . . . //Fragile? Well I think I was more terrified at the thought of you bursting in like my knight in shining armor. If Harry had gotten his hands on you I would never forgive myself.// Draco cringed as she flipped through his thoughts like one of her books. It should not have surprised him that she had mastered the process quickly enough.
"Hermione I . . . I can't fall in love with you! You don't understand and I can't explain it to you, but we just can't. I . . . I can't see you anymore."
Draco slid her onto the bed as he began pacing. In the matter of two nights and one day he, Draco Malfoy, had fallen for a mudblood, slept with her, developed a bond with her, seen her be used as a sexual toy, gone into his arch nemesis' bedroom, brought her back to his room, fallen even more under her spell, and was now pushing her away. In conclusion, the girl was driving him mad. //God, please look at me! I think I love you, please don't make me regret it. Draco, please don't hurt me.// Hermione thought. Draco whirled around to regard her solemnly. She sat were he had left her, but her eyes were glossy as she watched him run a hand through his hair. He didn't want to hurt her at all. //Draco please say something!//
"Hermione, I don't think I can. I mean whatever I'm feeling for you . . . I'm . . ." he paused.
//You are afraid Draco Malfoy!// she thought victoriously. //Some part of you does love me, and whether or not it is because of the bond, you are scared stiff.//
"Draco I am not asking you for eternity" //Not yet// "would you give me tonight? If you want to be lost in denial fine, but give me tonight to recuperate."
Draco watched as she tugged on one of his shirts and settled under the covers. The way she fitted in, as if she belonged, made his breath catch. What he would give to have her greet him when he came home. //Just for tonight then// he told her gruffly.
He spent the entire morning memorizing the goddess lying in his fond embrace. He would never again be so lucky, but he had the chance to give her a better life. Perhaps Scarhead would have good intentions toward her, unlike the weasel. 'Still, I wish it were me instead of either of them. I would give her the world, but they don't even appreciate her.' He traced the curve of her jaw tenderly wishing desperately that he would not wake up every day longing for her touch. Could he really give up something he had just found? What harm could it do if they spent the rest of the year in each other's company? 'Its so hard already, I would never be able to let her go after a year.'
"Mmm Draco? Why are you awake so early? Come back to sleep."
He gulped involuntarily. She was still asleep, but his body reacted to her feathery touch as if otherwise. Would he be completely in the wrong if he . . . 'Malfoy, you imbecile, she's already been hurt by some arse satisfying himself at her cost. Do not make the same mistake.' Instead he began placing butterfly kisses along her forehead, her nose, her jaw, her mouth. He could not imagine giving himself to anyone else after her. //Hermione Granger, I think I'll love you forever.// he thought fiercely. Maybe she heard it, or maybe she simply felt his remorse, but her chocolate eyes flew open just the same. //Dammit Malfoy why do you have to be so handsome even at your worst?!// He grinned down at her wondering what she would say to his face.
"Good morning Malfoy. How was your sleep?"
He placed an affectionate kiss on the corner of her mouth before pulling her chilled form closer. //Riddled with guilt and desire, and yours?// She grinned up at him. //I wish I knew how to read your thoughts like you can mine. A little more practice is needed I think. Still I suppose if you can hear my thoughts and can answer we can form a sort of communication . . . if you want to that is.// she smiled hesitatingly. Draco wasn't sure what he wanted, but he sure as hell didn't want to lose contact with her.
"Of course I want to keep in touch with you."
Hermione watched him swallow his sorrow and replace it with a well placed smile. Before any of this had happened she would have probably believed it, but now that she had bonded with him she felt the underlying tones. Draco was not as happy as he tried to appear. She buried herself in his chest, unable to meet his soft gray gaze.
"How about we skip class today? Do you think you can give me that?"
He felt her smile impishly against his skin. She had already requested to stay the night, now she wanted to spend the morning. //Hermy one way or another I am going to let go, don't make it hard for me.// He felt one delicate hand slip beneath the blankets to the vast tent his tremulous member had made. //Oh Draco, I really am making you hard . . . whoops I meant making it hard on you// she thought with hardly concealed mirth. //Are you positively sure you would like to push me out so quickly?//
"Ahh my wearisome witch, work your magic if you must, but I highly doubt it will change anything."
Hermione relished the feeling of holding him her hands, in her mouth. Draco may not have thought that she could change his mind, but she was sure of it. All he needed was a little persuasion, and she was going to give him a lot of it, just in case. //oh god Hermione you've got me under your spell . . . I don't think I can last much longer./ /he whimpered. It took only the brief span of seconds before she forced him to come. For a few moments he lay panting before glancing to see what she was doing to him next. Hermione he found, had swallowed and was now licking up the remains of his orgasm.
As the last night, had become last day, it became last night again. Draco couldn't bring himself to send her away when she was so whet. In fact he was determined to give her the night of her life so as to ease his suffering. Time it seemed only made her more desirable and eight consecutive orgasms later she was clinging to him breathlessly. He felt omnipotent, especially with her screams of pleasure echoing in his ears.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
She dragged her sight from his already hardening rod back to his face. //Draco don't spoil this. It is the last time we are probably ever going to speak to each other let alone . . .// she thought with a distraught expression. Draco heard this of course, but what he had to say could not be avoided. She had to hear it now, while he still had his wits about him, or else it would never amount to anything.
"Hermione I love you so much, I know now that my appetite will never be quenched, and I just wanted you to know . . . I always be here even if you end up with scarhe . . . someone else. If you are ever in trouble, I will come for you, understand?"
She felt his weary gaze glide over her, and she knew how much it took for him to say even those words. Draco Malfoy was not one to confess anything let alone his first taste of love. //I love you too my dark prince, and if you are one day in need of my assistance I shall be waiting. But meanwhile will you force us to say goodbye? Can we not leave the line open?// She glanced up at him, afraid he would soon recoil, but the withdrawal never came. He simply looked down at her with a shameless smile and pulled her atop him. It was not really an answer to her question, but Hermione did not object. Their time together was short, and by now people were surely suspicious of where the Head Boy and Girl were, as well as what they were up to.
But as they melted into each other for the ninth time Hermione felt something inside her give. She was almost positive of its existence as well as its meaning, but she did not care. She would not trouble her world- weary lover with its existence. From the time she left here, and Hogwarts, it would be her problem, and he would never have to know. Until then she would simply have to guard her thoughts.
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Hermione's eyes flew open as a moan was wrenched from her throat. //Oh god what if Prudence and Calamity wake up? OoOo god, deeper// she whimpered. The mouth that had been slurping greedily now thrust a tongue inside her. She tried to hold back her cry of triumph, managing a simple moan instead. She did not want her children to come running in fear. //They would be scarred for life in they saw what you are doing to me// she thought with mirth. Gray eyes peeked out of her opening echoing the mirth in her thoughts. //My darling did you think I wouldn't lock the doors?// Hermione pulled his blonde head up gently. //You are such a little kid Malfoy! You left them open for Harry to find us remember!// He gave her one of his innocent looks. //It wasn't my fault Scarhead is always so interested in watching people get some. Besides he shouldn't have walked into my old quarters even if the portrait was open!//
"What am I ever going to do with you?" she sighed.
Without even having to reach for the bond he pulled his night pants down and she began sucking him voraciously. She knew her husband far too well. //And who am I to pass up one of the only opportunities we have?// she thought wickedly.
Chapter Five- Own Little World
She was pale, awfully ashen in his opinion, considering the red tint her cheeks had held in the early hours of dawn. She hadn't even been able to carry herself into the bathroom. He found himself considering the other possible things he could have said this morning. Hermione had been testing him, she wanted to cause him pain for her embarrassment, and he had made it worse instead of taking it like a man. //I'm such an idiot. I caused my girl to get raped.// He looked at his hands in sudden disgust. //I'm turning into him . . . totally opposite my objectives!//
"Draco? Who is him?" came a whisper from the doorway.
Hermione watched him stiffen. //No! You are not going to spill your guts out to a complete stranger. I don't want her pity, I want something else, I want her to lov . . .// he cut himself off angrily. //No I don't want her to love me. Look what I have brought her so far, pain and mortification of the worst kind.// He watched in panic as she sat herself in his lap awkwardly. Was she going to rake him over the coals? 'You would deserve it Malfoy' he thought bitterly. But instead she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder.
"It didn't hurt as much physically as it did spiritually. I mean, at first I participated in the coupling, but once I saw you . . . I couldn't stand him being inside of me. Draco you cannot blame yourself. You came to my rescue, you risked being cursed to death just to save me . . . you are not Lucius, Draco."
He listened to her little outburst, but felt no relief. She had gone to the Weasel willingly, it had not really been rape, but afterward she was still so . . . //Fragile? Well I think I was more terrified at the thought of you bursting in like my knight in shining armor. If Harry had gotten his hands on you I would never forgive myself.// Draco cringed as she flipped through his thoughts like one of her books. It should not have surprised him that she had mastered the process quickly enough.
"Hermione I . . . I can't fall in love with you! You don't understand and I can't explain it to you, but we just can't. I . . . I can't see you anymore."
Draco slid her onto the bed as he began pacing. In the matter of two nights and one day he, Draco Malfoy, had fallen for a mudblood, slept with her, developed a bond with her, seen her be used as a sexual toy, gone into his arch nemesis' bedroom, brought her back to his room, fallen even more under her spell, and was now pushing her away. In conclusion, the girl was driving him mad. //God, please look at me! I think I love you, please don't make me regret it. Draco, please don't hurt me.// Hermione thought. Draco whirled around to regard her solemnly. She sat were he had left her, but her eyes were glossy as she watched him run a hand through his hair. He didn't want to hurt her at all. //Draco please say something!//
"Hermione, I don't think I can. I mean whatever I'm feeling for you . . . I'm . . ." he paused.
//You are afraid Draco Malfoy!// she thought victoriously. //Some part of you does love me, and whether or not it is because of the bond, you are scared stiff.//
"Draco I am not asking you for eternity" //Not yet// "would you give me tonight? If you want to be lost in denial fine, but give me tonight to recuperate."
Draco watched as she tugged on one of his shirts and settled under the covers. The way she fitted in, as if she belonged, made his breath catch. What he would give to have her greet him when he came home. //Just for tonight then// he told her gruffly.
He spent the entire morning memorizing the goddess lying in his fond embrace. He would never again be so lucky, but he had the chance to give her a better life. Perhaps Scarhead would have good intentions toward her, unlike the weasel. 'Still, I wish it were me instead of either of them. I would give her the world, but they don't even appreciate her.' He traced the curve of her jaw tenderly wishing desperately that he would not wake up every day longing for her touch. Could he really give up something he had just found? What harm could it do if they spent the rest of the year in each other's company? 'Its so hard already, I would never be able to let her go after a year.'
"Mmm Draco? Why are you awake so early? Come back to sleep."
He gulped involuntarily. She was still asleep, but his body reacted to her feathery touch as if otherwise. Would he be completely in the wrong if he . . . 'Malfoy, you imbecile, she's already been hurt by some arse satisfying himself at her cost. Do not make the same mistake.' Instead he began placing butterfly kisses along her forehead, her nose, her jaw, her mouth. He could not imagine giving himself to anyone else after her. //Hermione Granger, I think I'll love you forever.// he thought fiercely. Maybe she heard it, or maybe she simply felt his remorse, but her chocolate eyes flew open just the same. //Dammit Malfoy why do you have to be so handsome even at your worst?!// He grinned down at her wondering what she would say to his face.
"Good morning Malfoy. How was your sleep?"
He placed an affectionate kiss on the corner of her mouth before pulling her chilled form closer. //Riddled with guilt and desire, and yours?// She grinned up at him. //I wish I knew how to read your thoughts like you can mine. A little more practice is needed I think. Still I suppose if you can hear my thoughts and can answer we can form a sort of communication . . . if you want to that is.// she smiled hesitatingly. Draco wasn't sure what he wanted, but he sure as hell didn't want to lose contact with her.
"Of course I want to keep in touch with you."
Hermione watched him swallow his sorrow and replace it with a well placed smile. Before any of this had happened she would have probably believed it, but now that she had bonded with him she felt the underlying tones. Draco was not as happy as he tried to appear. She buried herself in his chest, unable to meet his soft gray gaze.
"How about we skip class today? Do you think you can give me that?"
He felt her smile impishly against his skin. She had already requested to stay the night, now she wanted to spend the morning. //Hermy one way or another I am going to let go, don't make it hard for me.// He felt one delicate hand slip beneath the blankets to the vast tent his tremulous member had made. //Oh Draco, I really am making you hard . . . whoops I meant making it hard on you// she thought with hardly concealed mirth. //Are you positively sure you would like to push me out so quickly?//
"Ahh my wearisome witch, work your magic if you must, but I highly doubt it will change anything."
Hermione relished the feeling of holding him her hands, in her mouth. Draco may not have thought that she could change his mind, but she was sure of it. All he needed was a little persuasion, and she was going to give him a lot of it, just in case. //oh god Hermione you've got me under your spell . . . I don't think I can last much longer./ /he whimpered. It took only the brief span of seconds before she forced him to come. For a few moments he lay panting before glancing to see what she was doing to him next. Hermione he found, had swallowed and was now licking up the remains of his orgasm.
As the last night, had become last day, it became last night again. Draco couldn't bring himself to send her away when she was so whet. In fact he was determined to give her the night of her life so as to ease his suffering. Time it seemed only made her more desirable and eight consecutive orgasms later she was clinging to him breathlessly. He felt omnipotent, especially with her screams of pleasure echoing in his ears.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
She dragged her sight from his already hardening rod back to his face. //Draco don't spoil this. It is the last time we are probably ever going to speak to each other let alone . . .// she thought with a distraught expression. Draco heard this of course, but what he had to say could not be avoided. She had to hear it now, while he still had his wits about him, or else it would never amount to anything.
"Hermione I love you so much, I know now that my appetite will never be quenched, and I just wanted you to know . . . I always be here even if you end up with scarhe . . . someone else. If you are ever in trouble, I will come for you, understand?"
She felt his weary gaze glide over her, and she knew how much it took for him to say even those words. Draco Malfoy was not one to confess anything let alone his first taste of love. //I love you too my dark prince, and if you are one day in need of my assistance I shall be waiting. But meanwhile will you force us to say goodbye? Can we not leave the line open?// She glanced up at him, afraid he would soon recoil, but the withdrawal never came. He simply looked down at her with a shameless smile and pulled her atop him. It was not really an answer to her question, but Hermione did not object. Their time together was short, and by now people were surely suspicious of where the Head Boy and Girl were, as well as what they were up to.
But as they melted into each other for the ninth time Hermione felt something inside her give. She was almost positive of its existence as well as its meaning, but she did not care. She would not trouble her world- weary lover with its existence. From the time she left here, and Hogwarts, it would be her problem, and he would never have to know. Until then she would simply have to guard her thoughts.
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Hermione's eyes flew open as a moan was wrenched from her throat. //Oh god what if Prudence and Calamity wake up? OoOo god, deeper// she whimpered. The mouth that had been slurping greedily now thrust a tongue inside her. She tried to hold back her cry of triumph, managing a simple moan instead. She did not want her children to come running in fear. //They would be scarred for life in they saw what you are doing to me// she thought with mirth. Gray eyes peeked out of her opening echoing the mirth in her thoughts. //My darling did you think I wouldn't lock the doors?// Hermione pulled his blonde head up gently. //You are such a little kid Malfoy! You left them open for Harry to find us remember!// He gave her one of his innocent looks. //It wasn't my fault Scarhead is always so interested in watching people get some. Besides he shouldn't have walked into my old quarters even if the portrait was open!//
"What am I ever going to do with you?" she sighed.
Without even having to reach for the bond he pulled his night pants down and she began sucking him voraciously. She knew her husband far too well. //And who am I to pass up one of the only opportunities we have?// she thought wickedly.