A/N: Well… Here's the wonderful conclusion to the cliffhanger. Sorry people, I just HAD to do one of those to you all. Hehe, anywayz, I don't know how soon next chappie will be up, I've been slightly BUSY. ' So yeah, I'll try. I'm tryin' to get another account going with a censored stuff of mine, so yeah, anywayz, that's what I've been up to. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
The Sex Scene Credits
Shadow: Thanx for the 'Dominant Women' input. Now I see your interest in me… Hehe, and Chaos…
Matt: I'm glad you have more time then me…
Jake: You loser! You watched me struggle and laughed! -Hurts him-
See, it's my lil mini sex team! Hehe, onto the story!
Chapter 12
The deep voice of the other welcomes him, "'Ello Malfoy."
He finally took it in. Potter was here. Potter was with his property. Potter was in the same house as him, trying to fuck his chick. In his mind anyways. He thought of Hermione as his. He didn't care what anyone thought. Something about her drew him to her. He didn't know why, and really didn't care. Anger seethed in him, rising to the breaking point. "What the hell?" His voice boomed through the medium sized room, echoing.
Hermione cringed slightly, mentally and physically. She looked at Draco skeptically. "What?"
Draco resisted the urge to throw something at Potter's head. He growls under his breath, "I want him out. Now."
She shrugged, "He's not just some muggle you can throw out, Draco." She moved her hand along Harry's thigh, "Get used to it."
Draco blinked. Resorting to his last bit of reasoning, he blurts, "He hasn't talked to you 'cause he has a new girl."
Harry looked at him stupidly. "Me and her broke up."
"Her?" Hermione asks, her throat tighter then it had been.
Harry shrugged, tracing his hands lightly over her side, "Yeah, she said she didn't want to be with me anymore…"
The full meaning of this finally hit Hermione. She backed up pulling the blanket over her sleek form. "So after she stopped giving you some, you came to me?"
He shakes his head, "Not at all 'Mione." He tries to soothe her with his voice. "I just thought that since I wasn't tied to anyone, I could come see you… And not stop anything that started to happen."
Hermione shakes her head; "I don't want to be a toy to you, Harry."
Draco stood quietly. He knew the game Potter was playing, and he could also see he was losing it. She didn't buy it. Which was good, because he didn't either. As far as he was concerned, Potter should be out of this house, and never allowed back in. "Potter, I suggest you go… Now, before I make you."
Harry looks up, anger sifting into his normally calm eyes, "And leave her alone with you?"
"She's survived three weeks with me. A few days won't kill her."
Harry shakes his head; "I'm not leaving her."
Hermione speaks up, "Please Harry… I need some time to think…"
Harry glares at the ground, glancing up at Hermione. He kisses her cheek, pulling his shirt on, "I'll see you at Hogwarts… And if you need anything, don't be afraid to call." Harry stood up, walking out of the room briskly, but not before shooting daggers at Draco mentally. He hated him, and if he thought he could keep Hermione away from him, he was wrong.
Draco looked at her with disappointment. "I thought you didn't want to be with Potter." He knew he was no match for Potter in her mind. There was only enough room in her life for one of them, and for once, Draco didn't know whether or not he'd get what he wanted. Not that he realized he wanted her. Something ached in him for her, but he couldn't understand it. Not yet. Draco was naïve in the lands of love. He knew nothing of the longing one felt for another, of the pain they felt for them. Of everything. He only knew someone was trying to take his girl. Even Draco Malfoy had enough sense to understand this concept. Even he could recall everything his father had taught him about girls.
Hermione looked up, her eyes full of confusion, but pain was visible to those trained to look for it. She shrugged, seeming to take everything lightly, but he could see that everything was building up. The pressure of what had just happened was working on her slowly. Draco sat on the edge of her bed, looking as she searched for her clothing. He handed her shirt, and her pajama bottoms, watching her with slight interest. Her eyes were red, slightly puffy. He guessed the news had startled her. Her hands were shaking, not noticeably, but enough to worry him. "'Mione…"
"Just go away…" She chokes out, her throat tightening, not letting her speak very easily. Thoughts kept rushing through her head. She didn't know what to think anymore. All she could think about was the emotions she felt, and the turmoil she saw in Draco when she looked at him briefly. She sat still, breathing deeply. Harry only wanted her as a toy… She wasn't stupid. If he had cared for her, he would've been there in the first place. Not off playing with another woman. Why hadn't she thought of that? She's not stupid, but she hadn't thought Harry would do something like that. She had expected something to be pulled like that from Draco. But Harry? She still had trouble figuring out this whole thing.
Draco glanced at her quickly. Without a second thought, he reached over, pulling her into a hug. He kissed her head softly, feeling her body tremble beside his. He held her on his lap, her legs wrapped around her waist. She forgot everything at that moment. She knew Draco would hold her how she wanted to be held. Burying her face into his neck, she whines, "I'm so confused…"
"It's all right…" He mumbles in return. "He won't use you… You're too strong to let him get to you…"
"I know… But how do I know he was using me? What if he really loves me, or something…"
Draco sighs, shrugging against her form; "I don't know how to tell…" He snorts, in a disdained manner, "I'm just Malfoy, the dreaded pureblood…"
She laughs lowly, the first laugh he'd heard from her in many days. He didn't know why, but for some reason, the thought processed slowly into his frame of mind, "Why did you say you loved me… When you were sick…?"
Hermione pulls back slightly, her eyes closed, cheeks turning red. She thought she had only thought that to herself, not actually said it to him. But apparently she had. She breathed in deeply, easing her grip on him with her legs. She shrugged, trying to pass an aloft air. "Must've been the cold… I don't recall saying anything like that."
He nodded, accepting it for now. It was probable. She could have been just delirious, but there was that chance that she had meant it. His hand traced her sides; they were exploring. He hugged her closer gently, his hot breath falling down her nape. "Can I use that night alone now?"
She looked surprised, then pleased, and then afraid, all in less then a seconds time. She looked up into his gray eyes, an aurora of blue sifting through them gently, as though a screen door to another world. Without thinking even faintly, she nods a small agreement. Something drew her tonight. She didn't know what, or care. His danger to her attracted her, made her lust for him even more. And she couldn't resist it right now.
He pushed her back gently, he hair falling out on the pillows, cascading messily around her. Her shirt couldn't hide the sweet bulges of her chest as he looked over her. He swore she looked like an angel. Her eyes clouded over, and then cleared of all emotion. He needed her now. He needed her tonight more then anything.
Rays of the slowly sinking sun outlined themselves on the floor, landing on the already discarded shirt of Draco. As the rays slide higher, they revealed the two, Draco kissing Hermione up her ankles, her body quivering under his administrations. She didn't protest. She liked what he was doing to her, how he made her feel.
His warm chest, breathing coming ragged already, pressed against her stomach as he led her up the scales of feeling, holding her small breast in one mouth, the other cupped in a hand. Her shirt was bunched up, not quite off her head before Draco could resist the urge to touch her.
Sliding one hand up, the other balancing himself as his hand worked the shirt up and over her head. She whimpered lowly when he bit her too hard, as the small nibbles made her feel like melted chocolate. With both of them without shirts finally, he slides down her body, kissing her stomach, his tongue flickering into her navel. Slowly, teasing her, he undoes her pajama ties, sliding them down one curve of her hips, before off of her body completely.
Hermione didn't protest, but when he had her pants down, she couldn't take it anymore. Wrapping her legs around him, she flips him over, Draco complying instantly. He liked dominant women. They kept him on his toes. She sat on top of him, still straddling his waist, tracing her finger around his face. Kissing his neck, she hears him moan, giving into her touch finally.
She had not a clue about what to do. So she followed what her friends had told her. 'Just do what makes you and him feel good.' She nipped at his small nipples, her hands rubbing his solid chest slowly. His hips bucked forward without warning. She laughed quietly, seeing his nervous glance. With delicate pointed movements, she slides his jeans down, his toned muscled legs tense. Massaging them gently, she tries to get him to loosen up. Relaxing a bit, he eases his back, not as much arch in his posture now. Well, other then in the obvious place. Her hand traces up, tapping along, finally reaching her key point. Tugging on his boxers, she looks up to see him staring at her. Not a hurt or confused stare, more of one of respect. Boosted by this thought, she slides his boxers all the way down finally, hand teasing what had been revealed.
He had trouble controlling himself. He felt like he was going to die if he didn't do what he had to do soon. The pressure was building inside him. His head and body. All he wanted was her. Her and her dark brown eyes, looking at him in the dark of night. Of her sleek body next to his after this. This. They were finally going to do it, and neither of them had quite accepted the fact that it was going to be with their one worst enemy.
Draco had actually already thought of it. He was ignoring the fact though, trying to think of anything else except that. But whenever he had finally pushed the image of her from his head, she's say his name hoarsely, and he'd be back to her.
They had switched again. Now Draco was on her, his fingers dancing at the apex of her legs. She reached her climax sooner then he'd expected. And as they laid there, the sinking suns rays finally off them, Draco sighed, his hand playing with her hair. They had both stopped. They had gone no farther then he had with the other girl, but that was nothing compared to what he had just felt.
His mom had once told him, that when you find the right one, you'll know. He knew what she meant finally. He had found his right one. It was the one and only Hermione. But still, thoughts lurked in the back of his mind, wondering if he'd be able to prevent harm from coming to her in the near future….
Tonight was the night that Draco would dream. He remembered it, unluckily for him. He didn't want to. He didn't think he should. But he did.
†
"Father, I can't!" Draco yelled at his father, unsure slightly by the hooded figure.
"Since when did you care about school?" The voice sneered, seemingly in his head, more then ringing outside.
Draco looked sullen, "Since I met-" He stops, looking at the wooden floor.
The other laughs harshly, the sound echoing through his head, "You've always known her. But you will not always know her." The figure faded, but the laugh continued, until Draco awoke, in a cold sweat, naked next to the one he cared most about…
†
Chels: Of course I have to call you. Okay you guys, you're gonna have to read her story when her lazy ass gets it up! It's pretty bombshell, just not as much as mine. And her current poem, well, it's cool. XD
0: Hehe, thanx. Love your name
hopeless romantic: This one isn't a cliffhanger. Next one might be though...
Fiery Slut: Definetly WASN'T a dream... Well, theres a part steam scene... Hehe
evelyn: Nice to see you're back! Well, I won't make the next one a cliffhanger since this one was.
Next Chappie: Errr... Hogwarts prolly... More Draco+Harry fights coming up. XD Ahh, men...
Colors, I want, Life
The Sex Scene Credits
Shadow: Thanx for the 'Dominant Women' input. Now I see your interest in me… Hehe, and Chaos…
Matt: I'm glad you have more time then me…
Jake: You loser! You watched me struggle and laughed! -Hurts him-
See, it's my lil mini sex team! Hehe, onto the story!
Chapter 12
The deep voice of the other welcomes him, "'Ello Malfoy."
He finally took it in. Potter was here. Potter was with his property. Potter was in the same house as him, trying to fuck his chick. In his mind anyways. He thought of Hermione as his. He didn't care what anyone thought. Something about her drew him to her. He didn't know why, and really didn't care. Anger seethed in him, rising to the breaking point. "What the hell?" His voice boomed through the medium sized room, echoing.
Hermione cringed slightly, mentally and physically. She looked at Draco skeptically. "What?"
Draco resisted the urge to throw something at Potter's head. He growls under his breath, "I want him out. Now."
She shrugged, "He's not just some muggle you can throw out, Draco." She moved her hand along Harry's thigh, "Get used to it."
Draco blinked. Resorting to his last bit of reasoning, he blurts, "He hasn't talked to you 'cause he has a new girl."
Harry looked at him stupidly. "Me and her broke up."
"Her?" Hermione asks, her throat tighter then it had been.
Harry shrugged, tracing his hands lightly over her side, "Yeah, she said she didn't want to be with me anymore…"
The full meaning of this finally hit Hermione. She backed up pulling the blanket over her sleek form. "So after she stopped giving you some, you came to me?"
He shakes his head, "Not at all 'Mione." He tries to soothe her with his voice. "I just thought that since I wasn't tied to anyone, I could come see you… And not stop anything that started to happen."
Hermione shakes her head; "I don't want to be a toy to you, Harry."
Draco stood quietly. He knew the game Potter was playing, and he could also see he was losing it. She didn't buy it. Which was good, because he didn't either. As far as he was concerned, Potter should be out of this house, and never allowed back in. "Potter, I suggest you go… Now, before I make you."
Harry looks up, anger sifting into his normally calm eyes, "And leave her alone with you?"
"She's survived three weeks with me. A few days won't kill her."
Harry shakes his head; "I'm not leaving her."
Hermione speaks up, "Please Harry… I need some time to think…"
Harry glares at the ground, glancing up at Hermione. He kisses her cheek, pulling his shirt on, "I'll see you at Hogwarts… And if you need anything, don't be afraid to call." Harry stood up, walking out of the room briskly, but not before shooting daggers at Draco mentally. He hated him, and if he thought he could keep Hermione away from him, he was wrong.
Draco looked at her with disappointment. "I thought you didn't want to be with Potter." He knew he was no match for Potter in her mind. There was only enough room in her life for one of them, and for once, Draco didn't know whether or not he'd get what he wanted. Not that he realized he wanted her. Something ached in him for her, but he couldn't understand it. Not yet. Draco was naïve in the lands of love. He knew nothing of the longing one felt for another, of the pain they felt for them. Of everything. He only knew someone was trying to take his girl. Even Draco Malfoy had enough sense to understand this concept. Even he could recall everything his father had taught him about girls.
Hermione looked up, her eyes full of confusion, but pain was visible to those trained to look for it. She shrugged, seeming to take everything lightly, but he could see that everything was building up. The pressure of what had just happened was working on her slowly. Draco sat on the edge of her bed, looking as she searched for her clothing. He handed her shirt, and her pajama bottoms, watching her with slight interest. Her eyes were red, slightly puffy. He guessed the news had startled her. Her hands were shaking, not noticeably, but enough to worry him. "'Mione…"
"Just go away…" She chokes out, her throat tightening, not letting her speak very easily. Thoughts kept rushing through her head. She didn't know what to think anymore. All she could think about was the emotions she felt, and the turmoil she saw in Draco when she looked at him briefly. She sat still, breathing deeply. Harry only wanted her as a toy… She wasn't stupid. If he had cared for her, he would've been there in the first place. Not off playing with another woman. Why hadn't she thought of that? She's not stupid, but she hadn't thought Harry would do something like that. She had expected something to be pulled like that from Draco. But Harry? She still had trouble figuring out this whole thing.
Draco glanced at her quickly. Without a second thought, he reached over, pulling her into a hug. He kissed her head softly, feeling her body tremble beside his. He held her on his lap, her legs wrapped around her waist. She forgot everything at that moment. She knew Draco would hold her how she wanted to be held. Burying her face into his neck, she whines, "I'm so confused…"
"It's all right…" He mumbles in return. "He won't use you… You're too strong to let him get to you…"
"I know… But how do I know he was using me? What if he really loves me, or something…"
Draco sighs, shrugging against her form; "I don't know how to tell…" He snorts, in a disdained manner, "I'm just Malfoy, the dreaded pureblood…"
She laughs lowly, the first laugh he'd heard from her in many days. He didn't know why, but for some reason, the thought processed slowly into his frame of mind, "Why did you say you loved me… When you were sick…?"
Hermione pulls back slightly, her eyes closed, cheeks turning red. She thought she had only thought that to herself, not actually said it to him. But apparently she had. She breathed in deeply, easing her grip on him with her legs. She shrugged, trying to pass an aloft air. "Must've been the cold… I don't recall saying anything like that."
He nodded, accepting it for now. It was probable. She could have been just delirious, but there was that chance that she had meant it. His hand traced her sides; they were exploring. He hugged her closer gently, his hot breath falling down her nape. "Can I use that night alone now?"
She looked surprised, then pleased, and then afraid, all in less then a seconds time. She looked up into his gray eyes, an aurora of blue sifting through them gently, as though a screen door to another world. Without thinking even faintly, she nods a small agreement. Something drew her tonight. She didn't know what, or care. His danger to her attracted her, made her lust for him even more. And she couldn't resist it right now.
He pushed her back gently, he hair falling out on the pillows, cascading messily around her. Her shirt couldn't hide the sweet bulges of her chest as he looked over her. He swore she looked like an angel. Her eyes clouded over, and then cleared of all emotion. He needed her now. He needed her tonight more then anything.
Rays of the slowly sinking sun outlined themselves on the floor, landing on the already discarded shirt of Draco. As the rays slide higher, they revealed the two, Draco kissing Hermione up her ankles, her body quivering under his administrations. She didn't protest. She liked what he was doing to her, how he made her feel.
His warm chest, breathing coming ragged already, pressed against her stomach as he led her up the scales of feeling, holding her small breast in one mouth, the other cupped in a hand. Her shirt was bunched up, not quite off her head before Draco could resist the urge to touch her.
Sliding one hand up, the other balancing himself as his hand worked the shirt up and over her head. She whimpered lowly when he bit her too hard, as the small nibbles made her feel like melted chocolate. With both of them without shirts finally, he slides down her body, kissing her stomach, his tongue flickering into her navel. Slowly, teasing her, he undoes her pajama ties, sliding them down one curve of her hips, before off of her body completely.
Hermione didn't protest, but when he had her pants down, she couldn't take it anymore. Wrapping her legs around him, she flips him over, Draco complying instantly. He liked dominant women. They kept him on his toes. She sat on top of him, still straddling his waist, tracing her finger around his face. Kissing his neck, she hears him moan, giving into her touch finally.
She had not a clue about what to do. So she followed what her friends had told her. 'Just do what makes you and him feel good.' She nipped at his small nipples, her hands rubbing his solid chest slowly. His hips bucked forward without warning. She laughed quietly, seeing his nervous glance. With delicate pointed movements, she slides his jeans down, his toned muscled legs tense. Massaging them gently, she tries to get him to loosen up. Relaxing a bit, he eases his back, not as much arch in his posture now. Well, other then in the obvious place. Her hand traces up, tapping along, finally reaching her key point. Tugging on his boxers, she looks up to see him staring at her. Not a hurt or confused stare, more of one of respect. Boosted by this thought, she slides his boxers all the way down finally, hand teasing what had been revealed.
He had trouble controlling himself. He felt like he was going to die if he didn't do what he had to do soon. The pressure was building inside him. His head and body. All he wanted was her. Her and her dark brown eyes, looking at him in the dark of night. Of her sleek body next to his after this. This. They were finally going to do it, and neither of them had quite accepted the fact that it was going to be with their one worst enemy.
Draco had actually already thought of it. He was ignoring the fact though, trying to think of anything else except that. But whenever he had finally pushed the image of her from his head, she's say his name hoarsely, and he'd be back to her.
They had switched again. Now Draco was on her, his fingers dancing at the apex of her legs. She reached her climax sooner then he'd expected. And as they laid there, the sinking suns rays finally off them, Draco sighed, his hand playing with her hair. They had both stopped. They had gone no farther then he had with the other girl, but that was nothing compared to what he had just felt.
His mom had once told him, that when you find the right one, you'll know. He knew what she meant finally. He had found his right one. It was the one and only Hermione. But still, thoughts lurked in the back of his mind, wondering if he'd be able to prevent harm from coming to her in the near future….
Tonight was the night that Draco would dream. He remembered it, unluckily for him. He didn't want to. He didn't think he should. But he did.
†
"Father, I can't!" Draco yelled at his father, unsure slightly by the hooded figure.
"Since when did you care about school?" The voice sneered, seemingly in his head, more then ringing outside.
Draco looked sullen, "Since I met-" He stops, looking at the wooden floor.
The other laughs harshly, the sound echoing through his head, "You've always known her. But you will not always know her." The figure faded, but the laugh continued, until Draco awoke, in a cold sweat, naked next to the one he cared most about…
†
Chels: Of course I have to call you. Okay you guys, you're gonna have to read her story when her lazy ass gets it up! It's pretty bombshell, just not as much as mine. And her current poem, well, it's cool. XD
0: Hehe, thanx. Love your name
hopeless romantic: This one isn't a cliffhanger. Next one might be though...
Fiery Slut: Definetly WASN'T a dream... Well, theres a part steam scene... Hehe
evelyn: Nice to see you're back! Well, I won't make the next one a cliffhanger since this one was.
Next Chappie: Errr... Hogwarts prolly... More Draco+Harry fights coming up. XD Ahh, men...
Colors, I want, Life
