A/N: This is a warning...things will get...graphical...in this chapter, so
if you either have no interest in reading that stuff or are too young,
leave now...
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot here.
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"You fool!" Harry screamed at Ron while he pulled him out from behind the keyboard. Ron didn't speak, but just looked guiltily at Harry.
"I don't even know where she is! And there's no way to track her!"
"Track her where?"
"In time. This is an enchanted time machine."
Ron looked in amazement at his best friend, never expecting him to concoct something of this grandeur. Harry sighed. It seemed he would be spending more endless nights up in this room, not trying to get the blasted thing to work, but to figure out how to bring Hermione back.
"Ron, go back up to your dorm."
"No" he stated.
"Yes, I don't want you here right now. I need to be alone and think."
"I don't care! This is my fault, and I'm going to fix it."
"No you're not. You don't know the first thing about this stuff, so go!"
Harry glared fiercely at his best friend and motioned for him to get out. Ron hesitantly complied and disappeared through the wall. Harry dropped himself on the chair in the other room and slammed his fist down on the table in frustration. He ran one hand through his messy black hair and supported his head with his elbow on the table.
"It's never even been tested. What am I supposed to do now?"
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Hermione landed heavily on solid ground. The impact had caused her fall over and her body was a crumpled form on the white sand. She opened her eyes and was blinded by the bright sun. She blocked the sun out with her hand and sat up to look around.
Hermione observed where she was and found herself on an island.
"How did I get here?" she said to herself.
Next to her, she heard a grunt and when she looked down, she saw a portion of a leg, one she couldn't identify. She screamed at the sight until a hand covered her mouth.
"Will you bloody shut that trap of yours for once?" he shouted. "Will you be quiet if I let you go?"
Hermione nodded her head quickly and stood up.
"Who are you?"
The hidden man revealed himself as he slid the cloak off his shoulders.
"Malfoy?! You're the last person I want to be stuck on this island with!" she cried incredulously.
"Yes...ironic eh? That I'm stuck on this God-forsaken island in the middle of who-knows-where or when...with you..." He put up a protective wall around himself, just as Hermione had done.
"When?"
"Yes, anything's possible."
"How'd you get here anyway?"
"Curiosity...and my Invisibility Cloak..."
Draco stood up and brushed the sand off his pants while his other hand was shielding his eyes from the sun.
"What do we do now?"
"I don't know. Does our magic work here?"
"It's worth a shot."
Hermione retrieved her wand from the pocket inside her robes and held it out in front of her. She decided to perform a simple spell.
"Lumos!" she shouted.
Sparks flew out of the end of her wand and they soon died into nothingness.
"I suppose not, though I don't understand why."
Hermione looked thoughtfully at it but came to no conclusion. She scrunched up her forehead deep in thought. Hermione took a seat on the sand again and Draco followed suit. Neither of them talked for quite some time, pondering what was to be done in this predicament. Then, Hermione stumbled over reality and stood again as the sun had begun its descent.
"We better find some shelter for tonight."
Hermione began walking off into the forest in the center of the island. She began collecting branches in her arms and she found a few vines to tie things together with. The limbs she chose had wide leaves and firm branches. Draco was a few steps behind her.
"Make yourself useful, will you?"
"And how might I do that?"
"Pick up some sturdy branches for support beams."
He looked at her quizzically but complied with her whims and began collecting limbs in his arms. Once Hermione had evaluated their collection, she decided to head out back towards the beach. She dropped the assortment of various things and looked about her. She stuck her finger in her mouth and held it up in the air to decide which direction the wind was coming from. After she decided, she spoke.
"The wind is coming from that direction, so we should plan on building our shelter under the trees by the edge of the forest and facing the opposite way the wind is coming."
"And how do you know all this?"
"Do you think I completely wasted my life before I was introduced to magic? Please...I was a girl scout..."
"What's that?"
"It's a group of kids usually who meet every week and they teach you how to do things, like cook, or survive in nature, or first aid..."
"You cook?"
"Yes..."
"I suppose that will come in handy one of these days...impressive."
"Let's get started, shall we? Hand me one of those branches you picked up..."
Draco did as he was told and she drove the thick branch into the ground. She did a second one the same way, though she had Draco help her because she wasn't tall enough to get the right leverage on it. She shook them to test their sturdiness and when she was satisfied, she retrieved another and a vine and tied the limb stretching between the two poles. She then proceeded to drive four more poles into the ground at an angle so that the other end met with the branch that crossed between the two. Hermione then began laying the wide leafed branches on the hut she had created and tied them down as well. She leaned a few on each side to isolate them from the wind and a couple in the front.
When Hermione was done, she stepped back and proudly admired her work. Her eyes gleamed brightly with pride as Draco glanced in her direction.
"I'm impressed."
"Are you hungry?" she asked, disregarding his comment. Draco nodded. Hermione disappeared into the forest once again and Draco reluctantly followed, not that....he was afraid or anything.
"Why do we coming back in the forest?"
"To find something to eat..."
"I'm not eating anything from in here."
"Look, here are some berries..."
Hermione plucked it off the bush she found it on and popped it into her mouth.
"Hope you're not dead in the morning..."
"Come on, give me some credit...these berries are fine...taste one..."
"No, I'd rather live thank you..."
"Fine, starve...maybe one day you'll learn..."
"Learn what?"
"To trust me and my judgment..."
Hermione plucked a whole handful and pocketed them for later.
"Maybe we can find a rabbit around here...we'll try tomorrow I suppose, or maybe some fish..."
"Have you completely lost your mind?"
"No, I assure you."
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Harry sat piled over his books, trying frantically to find some way to bring them back to the present. The most obvious answer had never even crossed through his mind. The rest of the night and into the next day was spent thinking and configuring. Finally, he came up with a plan, but it would take days to finish. He quickly got moving on it and got the materials together to put his plan into action.
Meanwhile, Ron sat up in his dorm, guiltily contemplating a plan to bring Hermione back. It hit him within a few minutes. He ran down to where Harry was and was panting heavily as he arrived.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, his eyes heavy from lack of sleep.
"I thought of something!"
"Ron, you've caused enough trouble, go...talk to Lavender or something..."
"Harry!" His head snapped up at his name. "I made this mess and I know how to fix it! Let me-"
"Go, Ron..."
Ron glared at Harry in protest but figured he could not win. Maybe he could come back when Harry was not here and bring her back himself. Yeah, that's what he'd do. He'd be the hero for once.
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Darkness cloaked the island as dusk settled into the evening. The stars glittered and sudden coldness settled itself on the island as well. Hermione thought it wise to start a fire. She gathered some brush, a few branches and two rocks. She struck the rocks together in one fluid motion several times and on the sixth time, sparks were emitted and the brush caught them. She fanned it to let oxygen to it and piled wood on top of it.
She stepped back and sat under their hutch. She folded her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She watched the flames dance in the surrounding darkness and illuminate the sand around it. She felt a warm body take a seat next to her and heard him yawn.
"We should get to sleep" Hermione said as she too yawned and lay down on the sand under the hut.
"Seems yawning is contagious, eh?"
Hermione glanced at him and smiled at him before lying her back down again. Hermione closed her eyes and Draco lay down beside her. Draco hesitated for a moment but decided to go for it. Hermione felt an arm snake around her waist and her eyes snapped open because it had startled her. She looked over her shoulder at him, and his eyes were shut, but a smirk was present on his face. Some things would never change. There they feel into a deep slumber.
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Harry sat frustrated was still not having any success coming up with a method to bring her back to the present. He wanted to ask for help, but he had already told Ron off and asking him for help would just be admitting that he was wrong. He thought about going to Dumbledore, but he figured that he already knew because he knew everything that went on in the school and was just letting Harry learn his lesson. Then again, why Dumbledore hadn't resolved the situation so Harry's time machine would be destroyed was unknown to him. Dumbledore had to know, Harry had used magic to get it to work as it had and anything magical was tracked by him anyhow. It was useless in trying to find someone to help him. Draco Malfoy? No, stupid prick. Ginny? No, she would tell Ron. There was no one. He was left to this task alone all because of that big mouth of his. He supposed he could apologize to Ron, but he couldn't manage to swallow his pride. Stupid pride.
Harry scratched his head for a moment, deep in thought. Yes, this was the only way. He had to finish this and go back in time himself to where she was and he would bring an extra for her and, yes, he was a genius.
He craned his neck over his work once again. It would be at least another two or three days until he could get her. Harry sighed.
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The warm rays of sun radiated through their shelter and woke Hermione's heavy-lidded slumber. Though she hadn't opened her eyes, she could still feel the presence of Draco's arm around her. She didn't move and allowed him to continue his peaceful sleep. She suddenly felt the arm draw her closer to him and she allowed herself to move. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.
"I have a question for you..." he mumbled.
"Shoot..."
"What did you do to me at the Three Broomsticks yesterday and why did you do it?"
"Bought a lizard tongue pill at Zonko's and put it in your drink. To answer the second question, I'm not really sure why I did it...maybe I thought it would be funny or maybe even payback..."
"For?"
"Come on; don't be dense...only the last six years of hell."
"I don't think I was THAT bad."
"Oh, trust me, you were. I suppose it was something you had to do though, to keep your father's standards up."
"Well, that was part of it, but not all of it. Sure, I had to keep up to my father's expectations or I would have gotten the shit beat out of me, but part of me felt something else towards you."
"What's that?"
"It was all a façade really. No one knows me, not even Pansy. No one has bothered to get to know me, not that the task would have been easy because I rarely let anyone in. I've been betrayed more times than I can count and that's when I lost trust for people. But, I knew there was something different about you. I didn't just save your life or take you to see Mars that night for nothing."
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Harry gave in and decided he would never get these done in any significant amount of time and he wasn't sure of the effects the time travel would have on Hermione, so he had to be quick about her return. He sighed as he stood up to go find Ron. He first walked to the common room and up the stairs to the dorms, but did not find him there. Harry finally spotted him from the window out on the Quidditch pitch practicing. Harry grabbed his broom and decided to go join him.
"Hey Ron" he said as he ascended.
Ron didn't reply and kept flying around.
"Ron, look I'm sorry. I was frustrated and angry and-I don't know what came over me."
"You'd think for someone who loves her so much, you'd want to get her back as soon as possible."
"How did you-"
"It doesn't matter how I know, but I do. I had an idea and you were too self-centered to bother to listen. The answer is really quite obvious and I'm surprised you haven't spotted it yet."
"I never told anyone, so how would you know?"
"It's bloody obvious, mate."
"Really?"
"Sadly, overly noticeable."
Harry laughed at him and Ron chuckled back. Harry decided to stay out there for a bit with Ron.
"I'm really sorry, Ron" Harry said as they trudged back inside as the growing darkness surrounded them.
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They had built their small fire back up to maintain their warmth and comfort. Darkness had settled once again as Hermione seated herself on the sand. Silence reigned for a moment or two when she spoke.
"So, do you really want to know why I did what I did?"
Draco looked at her surprisingly, but nodded.
"It was because I was jealous" she said, trying really hard to not make eye contact with those gorgeous gray orbs. She stared off into the horizon as the moon reflected off of the water.
"Jealous? What of?"
"You and Pansy..."
"She doesn't mean anything to me..." he replied.
"Doesn't look that way from where I'm sitting. Rumor has it you sleep with her at least once a week."
"Well, don't believe everything you see or hear."
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was quieted by Draco's finger against her lips. He drew himself closer to her until they could feel each other panting against the fair skin on one another's faces as the sexual tension continued to build. Draco waited for a brief moment before he captured her lips in a kiss that took her breath away. Draco pulled away for long enough to look into her eyes and confirm what he was thinking. He eased her onto her back on the sand and loomed over her. A gold lock hung in his eyes as he bent back down to kiss Hermione.
Draco traced his fingers along her collar bone and slid her robes off of her shoulders. He then moved his hands down to deftly unbutton her white blouse. He discarded it to the side. His lips traveled over her skin, leaving kisses along her jaw line until he reached the side of her neck. Hermione gasped and then moved her hands down to unbutton his shirt.
She knew this was wrong in a literal sense, in terms of what everyone would think, but then again, it felt so right and it felt too good to stop. Her hands undid each button, one by one and Draco became frustrated with her dragging pace, so he ripped his shirt off with one fluid motion himself.
Draco moved his hand under her to unclasp her bra and that too was discarded. Hermione was left with nothing on above her waist and Draco took advantage of every square inch of bare skin. He probed her breast with his tongue, flicking at it and sucking on it. Hermione moaned loudly in pleasure and Draco smiled into his ministrations. He delivered the same pleasurable torture to the other one before he moved his hands down to rid her of her skirt.
Draco hooked his thumbs in both her skirt and her panties and pulled them off. He returned his lips to hers and ran his fingers through her brown locks. Hermione moved her hands down to undo his pants. As she unzipped the fly of his pants, her fingers brushed against him and his body quivered in delight. She could feel his arousal as she slid them down his hips. He moaned into her mouth and she rid him of his boxers and his pants.
Draco took hold of both of her hands and pinned them to the ground above her head with one hand. The other hand traveled down and Hermione arched her back as he jammed two fingers inside of her. Draco applied intense pressure first which had Hermione throwing her head side to side and then rubbed in small circles. She moaned with each pass and Draco finally removed his fingers from her. Her hovered over her and looked into her eyes.
"Have you ever done this before?"
Hermione shook her head in the negative and anticipated what was coming.
"Good, me neither."
Hermione was a bit shocked at his response and he looked into her eyes. With that, he thrust into her and Hermione's eyes snapped shut as intense pain tainted the tears leaking from her eyes. Draco remained still and rubbed the tears away from her eyes. When Hermione's eyes opened again, they were full of determination and desire, as were Draco's silver orbs. Hermione rocked her hips against his experimentally and he bent his head down. For a moment it seemed painful for him but as he gazed back up, his eyes were full of intense lust.
Draco moved his hips against Hermione's and she nipped at his ear and her lips and tongue showed aggression to whatever they came in contact with. He built up a tempo and quickened the pace every time Hermione did something of the sort. They both felt the end approaching and with one final thrust, Hermione felt hot pleasure course through her veins.
For a brief moment, Draco hovered over her, the moonlight shimmering off his damp skin and he collapsed on the sand beside her. Draco drew her closer to him and Hermione buried her face in his chest. Draco drew his robes over them and they fell to exhaustion in that position.
For six years, Draco had refused to admit his feelings for her and the façade he put up for her was only to deny it in his mind, but he knew it all along. As for Hermione, she saw through him, and though his motives in his actions were wrong, she couldn't help but let forgiveness override them. That night, they shared a bond unlike any other and emotions buried deep beneath the surface rose to the occasion and emerged. He belonged to her and she belonged to him.
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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this and I hope I fulfilled everyone's request for the last scene(. Will Harry find a way to get them back to the present? Will he abate to Ron's ideas? (I just used an English vocabulary word! woohoo!!!!! I'm ok lol). Do you all understand the title now? The title translated from Latin is "Flying through Time." Do you all see hwo it comes into play? Um, yeah, please read and review! Thanks to all my faithful reviewers, keep up the good work! Jacie, I told you I would put "I feel pretty" in the last chapter. Hope you are satisfied! lol. Well, until next time folks!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot here.
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"You fool!" Harry screamed at Ron while he pulled him out from behind the keyboard. Ron didn't speak, but just looked guiltily at Harry.
"I don't even know where she is! And there's no way to track her!"
"Track her where?"
"In time. This is an enchanted time machine."
Ron looked in amazement at his best friend, never expecting him to concoct something of this grandeur. Harry sighed. It seemed he would be spending more endless nights up in this room, not trying to get the blasted thing to work, but to figure out how to bring Hermione back.
"Ron, go back up to your dorm."
"No" he stated.
"Yes, I don't want you here right now. I need to be alone and think."
"I don't care! This is my fault, and I'm going to fix it."
"No you're not. You don't know the first thing about this stuff, so go!"
Harry glared fiercely at his best friend and motioned for him to get out. Ron hesitantly complied and disappeared through the wall. Harry dropped himself on the chair in the other room and slammed his fist down on the table in frustration. He ran one hand through his messy black hair and supported his head with his elbow on the table.
"It's never even been tested. What am I supposed to do now?"
*~*~*~*~*
Hermione landed heavily on solid ground. The impact had caused her fall over and her body was a crumpled form on the white sand. She opened her eyes and was blinded by the bright sun. She blocked the sun out with her hand and sat up to look around.
Hermione observed where she was and found herself on an island.
"How did I get here?" she said to herself.
Next to her, she heard a grunt and when she looked down, she saw a portion of a leg, one she couldn't identify. She screamed at the sight until a hand covered her mouth.
"Will you bloody shut that trap of yours for once?" he shouted. "Will you be quiet if I let you go?"
Hermione nodded her head quickly and stood up.
"Who are you?"
The hidden man revealed himself as he slid the cloak off his shoulders.
"Malfoy?! You're the last person I want to be stuck on this island with!" she cried incredulously.
"Yes...ironic eh? That I'm stuck on this God-forsaken island in the middle of who-knows-where or when...with you..." He put up a protective wall around himself, just as Hermione had done.
"When?"
"Yes, anything's possible."
"How'd you get here anyway?"
"Curiosity...and my Invisibility Cloak..."
Draco stood up and brushed the sand off his pants while his other hand was shielding his eyes from the sun.
"What do we do now?"
"I don't know. Does our magic work here?"
"It's worth a shot."
Hermione retrieved her wand from the pocket inside her robes and held it out in front of her. She decided to perform a simple spell.
"Lumos!" she shouted.
Sparks flew out of the end of her wand and they soon died into nothingness.
"I suppose not, though I don't understand why."
Hermione looked thoughtfully at it but came to no conclusion. She scrunched up her forehead deep in thought. Hermione took a seat on the sand again and Draco followed suit. Neither of them talked for quite some time, pondering what was to be done in this predicament. Then, Hermione stumbled over reality and stood again as the sun had begun its descent.
"We better find some shelter for tonight."
Hermione began walking off into the forest in the center of the island. She began collecting branches in her arms and she found a few vines to tie things together with. The limbs she chose had wide leaves and firm branches. Draco was a few steps behind her.
"Make yourself useful, will you?"
"And how might I do that?"
"Pick up some sturdy branches for support beams."
He looked at her quizzically but complied with her whims and began collecting limbs in his arms. Once Hermione had evaluated their collection, she decided to head out back towards the beach. She dropped the assortment of various things and looked about her. She stuck her finger in her mouth and held it up in the air to decide which direction the wind was coming from. After she decided, she spoke.
"The wind is coming from that direction, so we should plan on building our shelter under the trees by the edge of the forest and facing the opposite way the wind is coming."
"And how do you know all this?"
"Do you think I completely wasted my life before I was introduced to magic? Please...I was a girl scout..."
"What's that?"
"It's a group of kids usually who meet every week and they teach you how to do things, like cook, or survive in nature, or first aid..."
"You cook?"
"Yes..."
"I suppose that will come in handy one of these days...impressive."
"Let's get started, shall we? Hand me one of those branches you picked up..."
Draco did as he was told and she drove the thick branch into the ground. She did a second one the same way, though she had Draco help her because she wasn't tall enough to get the right leverage on it. She shook them to test their sturdiness and when she was satisfied, she retrieved another and a vine and tied the limb stretching between the two poles. She then proceeded to drive four more poles into the ground at an angle so that the other end met with the branch that crossed between the two. Hermione then began laying the wide leafed branches on the hut she had created and tied them down as well. She leaned a few on each side to isolate them from the wind and a couple in the front.
When Hermione was done, she stepped back and proudly admired her work. Her eyes gleamed brightly with pride as Draco glanced in her direction.
"I'm impressed."
"Are you hungry?" she asked, disregarding his comment. Draco nodded. Hermione disappeared into the forest once again and Draco reluctantly followed, not that....he was afraid or anything.
"Why do we coming back in the forest?"
"To find something to eat..."
"I'm not eating anything from in here."
"Look, here are some berries..."
Hermione plucked it off the bush she found it on and popped it into her mouth.
"Hope you're not dead in the morning..."
"Come on, give me some credit...these berries are fine...taste one..."
"No, I'd rather live thank you..."
"Fine, starve...maybe one day you'll learn..."
"Learn what?"
"To trust me and my judgment..."
Hermione plucked a whole handful and pocketed them for later.
"Maybe we can find a rabbit around here...we'll try tomorrow I suppose, or maybe some fish..."
"Have you completely lost your mind?"
"No, I assure you."
*~*~*~*~*
Harry sat piled over his books, trying frantically to find some way to bring them back to the present. The most obvious answer had never even crossed through his mind. The rest of the night and into the next day was spent thinking and configuring. Finally, he came up with a plan, but it would take days to finish. He quickly got moving on it and got the materials together to put his plan into action.
Meanwhile, Ron sat up in his dorm, guiltily contemplating a plan to bring Hermione back. It hit him within a few minutes. He ran down to where Harry was and was panting heavily as he arrived.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, his eyes heavy from lack of sleep.
"I thought of something!"
"Ron, you've caused enough trouble, go...talk to Lavender or something..."
"Harry!" His head snapped up at his name. "I made this mess and I know how to fix it! Let me-"
"Go, Ron..."
Ron glared at Harry in protest but figured he could not win. Maybe he could come back when Harry was not here and bring her back himself. Yeah, that's what he'd do. He'd be the hero for once.
*~*~*~*~*
Darkness cloaked the island as dusk settled into the evening. The stars glittered and sudden coldness settled itself on the island as well. Hermione thought it wise to start a fire. She gathered some brush, a few branches and two rocks. She struck the rocks together in one fluid motion several times and on the sixth time, sparks were emitted and the brush caught them. She fanned it to let oxygen to it and piled wood on top of it.
She stepped back and sat under their hutch. She folded her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She watched the flames dance in the surrounding darkness and illuminate the sand around it. She felt a warm body take a seat next to her and heard him yawn.
"We should get to sleep" Hermione said as she too yawned and lay down on the sand under the hut.
"Seems yawning is contagious, eh?"
Hermione glanced at him and smiled at him before lying her back down again. Hermione closed her eyes and Draco lay down beside her. Draco hesitated for a moment but decided to go for it. Hermione felt an arm snake around her waist and her eyes snapped open because it had startled her. She looked over her shoulder at him, and his eyes were shut, but a smirk was present on his face. Some things would never change. There they feel into a deep slumber.
*~*~*~*~*
Harry sat frustrated was still not having any success coming up with a method to bring her back to the present. He wanted to ask for help, but he had already told Ron off and asking him for help would just be admitting that he was wrong. He thought about going to Dumbledore, but he figured that he already knew because he knew everything that went on in the school and was just letting Harry learn his lesson. Then again, why Dumbledore hadn't resolved the situation so Harry's time machine would be destroyed was unknown to him. Dumbledore had to know, Harry had used magic to get it to work as it had and anything magical was tracked by him anyhow. It was useless in trying to find someone to help him. Draco Malfoy? No, stupid prick. Ginny? No, she would tell Ron. There was no one. He was left to this task alone all because of that big mouth of his. He supposed he could apologize to Ron, but he couldn't manage to swallow his pride. Stupid pride.
Harry scratched his head for a moment, deep in thought. Yes, this was the only way. He had to finish this and go back in time himself to where she was and he would bring an extra for her and, yes, he was a genius.
He craned his neck over his work once again. It would be at least another two or three days until he could get her. Harry sighed.
*~*~*~*~*
The warm rays of sun radiated through their shelter and woke Hermione's heavy-lidded slumber. Though she hadn't opened her eyes, she could still feel the presence of Draco's arm around her. She didn't move and allowed him to continue his peaceful sleep. She suddenly felt the arm draw her closer to him and she allowed herself to move. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.
"I have a question for you..." he mumbled.
"Shoot..."
"What did you do to me at the Three Broomsticks yesterday and why did you do it?"
"Bought a lizard tongue pill at Zonko's and put it in your drink. To answer the second question, I'm not really sure why I did it...maybe I thought it would be funny or maybe even payback..."
"For?"
"Come on; don't be dense...only the last six years of hell."
"I don't think I was THAT bad."
"Oh, trust me, you were. I suppose it was something you had to do though, to keep your father's standards up."
"Well, that was part of it, but not all of it. Sure, I had to keep up to my father's expectations or I would have gotten the shit beat out of me, but part of me felt something else towards you."
"What's that?"
"It was all a façade really. No one knows me, not even Pansy. No one has bothered to get to know me, not that the task would have been easy because I rarely let anyone in. I've been betrayed more times than I can count and that's when I lost trust for people. But, I knew there was something different about you. I didn't just save your life or take you to see Mars that night for nothing."
*~*~*~*~*
Harry gave in and decided he would never get these done in any significant amount of time and he wasn't sure of the effects the time travel would have on Hermione, so he had to be quick about her return. He sighed as he stood up to go find Ron. He first walked to the common room and up the stairs to the dorms, but did not find him there. Harry finally spotted him from the window out on the Quidditch pitch practicing. Harry grabbed his broom and decided to go join him.
"Hey Ron" he said as he ascended.
Ron didn't reply and kept flying around.
"Ron, look I'm sorry. I was frustrated and angry and-I don't know what came over me."
"You'd think for someone who loves her so much, you'd want to get her back as soon as possible."
"How did you-"
"It doesn't matter how I know, but I do. I had an idea and you were too self-centered to bother to listen. The answer is really quite obvious and I'm surprised you haven't spotted it yet."
"I never told anyone, so how would you know?"
"It's bloody obvious, mate."
"Really?"
"Sadly, overly noticeable."
Harry laughed at him and Ron chuckled back. Harry decided to stay out there for a bit with Ron.
"I'm really sorry, Ron" Harry said as they trudged back inside as the growing darkness surrounded them.
*~*~*~*~*
They had built their small fire back up to maintain their warmth and comfort. Darkness had settled once again as Hermione seated herself on the sand. Silence reigned for a moment or two when she spoke.
"So, do you really want to know why I did what I did?"
Draco looked at her surprisingly, but nodded.
"It was because I was jealous" she said, trying really hard to not make eye contact with those gorgeous gray orbs. She stared off into the horizon as the moon reflected off of the water.
"Jealous? What of?"
"You and Pansy..."
"She doesn't mean anything to me..." he replied.
"Doesn't look that way from where I'm sitting. Rumor has it you sleep with her at least once a week."
"Well, don't believe everything you see or hear."
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was quieted by Draco's finger against her lips. He drew himself closer to her until they could feel each other panting against the fair skin on one another's faces as the sexual tension continued to build. Draco waited for a brief moment before he captured her lips in a kiss that took her breath away. Draco pulled away for long enough to look into her eyes and confirm what he was thinking. He eased her onto her back on the sand and loomed over her. A gold lock hung in his eyes as he bent back down to kiss Hermione.
Draco traced his fingers along her collar bone and slid her robes off of her shoulders. He then moved his hands down to deftly unbutton her white blouse. He discarded it to the side. His lips traveled over her skin, leaving kisses along her jaw line until he reached the side of her neck. Hermione gasped and then moved her hands down to unbutton his shirt.
She knew this was wrong in a literal sense, in terms of what everyone would think, but then again, it felt so right and it felt too good to stop. Her hands undid each button, one by one and Draco became frustrated with her dragging pace, so he ripped his shirt off with one fluid motion himself.
Draco moved his hand under her to unclasp her bra and that too was discarded. Hermione was left with nothing on above her waist and Draco took advantage of every square inch of bare skin. He probed her breast with his tongue, flicking at it and sucking on it. Hermione moaned loudly in pleasure and Draco smiled into his ministrations. He delivered the same pleasurable torture to the other one before he moved his hands down to rid her of her skirt.
Draco hooked his thumbs in both her skirt and her panties and pulled them off. He returned his lips to hers and ran his fingers through her brown locks. Hermione moved her hands down to undo his pants. As she unzipped the fly of his pants, her fingers brushed against him and his body quivered in delight. She could feel his arousal as she slid them down his hips. He moaned into her mouth and she rid him of his boxers and his pants.
Draco took hold of both of her hands and pinned them to the ground above her head with one hand. The other hand traveled down and Hermione arched her back as he jammed two fingers inside of her. Draco applied intense pressure first which had Hermione throwing her head side to side and then rubbed in small circles. She moaned with each pass and Draco finally removed his fingers from her. Her hovered over her and looked into her eyes.
"Have you ever done this before?"
Hermione shook her head in the negative and anticipated what was coming.
"Good, me neither."
Hermione was a bit shocked at his response and he looked into her eyes. With that, he thrust into her and Hermione's eyes snapped shut as intense pain tainted the tears leaking from her eyes. Draco remained still and rubbed the tears away from her eyes. When Hermione's eyes opened again, they were full of determination and desire, as were Draco's silver orbs. Hermione rocked her hips against his experimentally and he bent his head down. For a moment it seemed painful for him but as he gazed back up, his eyes were full of intense lust.
Draco moved his hips against Hermione's and she nipped at his ear and her lips and tongue showed aggression to whatever they came in contact with. He built up a tempo and quickened the pace every time Hermione did something of the sort. They both felt the end approaching and with one final thrust, Hermione felt hot pleasure course through her veins.
For a brief moment, Draco hovered over her, the moonlight shimmering off his damp skin and he collapsed on the sand beside her. Draco drew her closer to him and Hermione buried her face in his chest. Draco drew his robes over them and they fell to exhaustion in that position.
For six years, Draco had refused to admit his feelings for her and the façade he put up for her was only to deny it in his mind, but he knew it all along. As for Hermione, she saw through him, and though his motives in his actions were wrong, she couldn't help but let forgiveness override them. That night, they shared a bond unlike any other and emotions buried deep beneath the surface rose to the occasion and emerged. He belonged to her and she belonged to him.
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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this and I hope I fulfilled everyone's request for the last scene(. Will Harry find a way to get them back to the present? Will he abate to Ron's ideas? (I just used an English vocabulary word! woohoo!!!!! I'm ok lol). Do you all understand the title now? The title translated from Latin is "Flying through Time." Do you all see hwo it comes into play? Um, yeah, please read and review! Thanks to all my faithful reviewers, keep up the good work! Jacie, I told you I would put "I feel pretty" in the last chapter. Hope you are satisfied! lol. Well, until next time folks!!