Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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Thanks to all the reviewers!! To all of you, this chapter is for you. And for those who crave an even bigger and complicated DM.HG.HP triangle, after this fic I will be writing a new fic. Harry will play a bigger role, and well.. You'll see. The reason I am saying this is that some- or just one of you, I don't know- of you are asking me to make Hermione and Harry get together, and Draco catching them for more drama, and well.. I told myself Harry would just play a sort of small role in this one, and that it would just solely focus on Hermione and Draco. So, the fic I will be writing after this, I promise you, will be a MAJOR love triangle. But of course, it will be still DracoHermione. Because of course, Draco and Hermione are my muse.
Oh yes, I am changing the rating on this fic, again, from PG-13 to R, because of the content in this chapter. And well, I am slightly confused about it, so if you think it should've stayed PG-13, or if you think that it was good that I changed it to R, please tell me what you thought about it and why..
Thank you so so much, and I am truly sad to say that this fic is close to ending.. Have a great day.
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'I will meet you in some place
Where the light lends itself to soft repose
I will let you undress me
But I warn you, I have thorns like any other rose.
And you could hurt me with your bare hands
You could hurt me using the sharp end of what you say
But I am lost to you now
There's no amount of reason to save me
So Break me
Take me
Just let me fill your arms again
Break me
I'll let you make me
Just let me feel your love again
Feels like being underwater
Now that I've let go and lost control
Water kisses fill my mouth
Water fills my soul..'
-'Break Me'
By Jewel
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Break Me
Hermione felt as if her heart had stopped. She forgot about breathing, and her lungs felt as if they were going to explode. Her world was spinning, but his words echoed in her head, faint but unforgettable. She couldn't believe it. She let go of the doorknob, and let it spring back into place. She swallowed hard, feeling as if the room were ablaze with such strong, but frosty thriving flames.
Draco stood, frozen. He had said it. He had said how he felt about her. He didn't plan to say it, he never thought of saying it. But he did. And he meant it. He meant it with all that was in him. He swallowed hard, and mentally pleaded her to turn around, or say something, at least. He couldn't stand the silence. He needed to stare into her deep brown eyes, hold her. His eyes kept on her, waiting for her to do something. Say something.
Hermione's knees were weak, her hands were sweaty. The room was cold, but at the same time burning with heat. The silence between them was deafening, but she just didn't know what to say. Of course, she loved him. Loved him ever since Ron had asked her to give him up, and that was when she realized she couldn't. That was when she knew she loved him. She turned around, slowly, and met his gaze. His gaze made her even weaker, they were boring into her, pleading.
"I love you," he repeated. Hermione felt those tears come out, but she couldn't even bring herself to wipe them away. Her vision was blurry, but she could still see his dark outline against the blotchy colors. Draco moved towards her, and wrapped his arms around her. He felt his heart finally rid of the heavy weight that had been suffocating it, as he held her tightly. She felt warm, in his arms, trembling.
He raised her chin up, framing her face with his warm and gentle hands. He wiped away her tears, his silver eyes dark but honest. And finally, he leaned down, until his lips finally reunited with hers, giving into the passion once again. Hermione soon forgot that her lungs were full to exploding, or that her face burned where he had wiped away her tears. He held her tightly, as his mouth molded against hers. She felt a whimper rise in her throat, as he pressed her against him even more, every part of their body compressed against each other's. His tongue danced with hers, and her hands found themselves tangled in his silky hair, deepening the kiss.
It felt as if their thirst had been quenched, from living for years without water. Draco's kisses felt as if they were a sacred water, and drinking it would give you the ability of never being thirsty again in your life. His hands felt as if they were on fire, as they held her closer and closer, although they were already as close as they could be. He kissed her deeply, passionately, feeling as if he'd lost all control.
Before they knew it, Draco had led her into her room, never letting go of her. He leaned her backwards softly, her back coming in contact with the soft cotton covers of her bed. He moved atop of her, still kissing her passionately, the fire inside of him thriving and restless. Hermione was lost, in his sweet, addicting kisses that seemed to fill her soul, every drop. He had filled that void inside of her, making her complete, shoving away all her insecurities and worries. She was giving herself to him, all of her.
Draco's hands were roaming, running up and down her waist, causing her shirt to ride up from the motion. Hermione felt a whimper cease in her throat, as his soft hands came in contact with her bare skin. Draco slowly rolled up her shirt, and she let him slip it off her shoulders. His kisses trailed from her mouth, to her neck and navel, leaving behind an invisible trace of passion. His hands held her close, arching her body up, and she felt as if they were smoldering her skin, burning her flesh pleasantly. The room seemed to have gotten so much warmer, so intense and hot, as if the fire was alive and strong inside the room. His mouth traveled from her neck, his soft lips like angel kisses with a sting of fire, to her navel, devouring her as if she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. But she was. But he trailed his kisses up again, and captured her mouth for another fervent kiss. Hermione raised her hands, trembling and burning, to his robe, unfastened the buttons, and slipped it off his shoulders. He kissed her neck, his hands running up and down her stomach, making it hard to concentrate. She loosened his tie, and threw it on the floor. Draco took off his vest, and threw it beside his tie, as she lifted up her hands to undo the buttons on his shirt. Draco felt her soft and warm breaths on his neck, as her small hands traveled down, trying to unbutton as fast as she could. Finally she was done, and she let her hands slide inside, only to slip the fabric off his shoulders. Draco let his tongue dance with hers avidly, as she pulled him closer, her hands caressing his muscles, exploring his body. Draco moaned against her lips, as she let her hands wander. Her touch felt as if they were scolding his skin, making his heart beat faster and harder, his hunger for her growing and growing by each second. Hermione's hands found themselves entangled in his silky hair, the air so warm and humid, her skin feeling sweaty and hot. Her legs moved underneath him, and he slid his gentle hands down, tugging at the waistband of her flannel trousers. He looked at Hermione, and she nodded, also noticing the hunger in her eyes. He pulled them off her, slowly, letting his fingers trail down her smooth thighs with the fabric, making her whimper. Finally they fell loose at her feet, and he took them and threw them to the floor, along with their other clothing. Hermione swallowed hard, as he went back to her, her legs wide and open.
He kissed her slowly, but passionately, as he pressed down on her, her body compressing harder against the sheets. His hands started down at her feet, trailing up her ankles, slowly. They went up her legs, and Draco's kiss had become more intense. She kissed him back, willing him to take her. Her hands were still in his hair, and were digging into his scalp, as his hands reached her thighs, then trailed into her inner thighs. Hermione felt a creeping warmth spread through her, making her feel feverish. She moaned as Draco pushed against her, still two cloths separating them from being naked to their soul. But Draco's hands trailed up, to the lacy edge of her bra. He breathed hard, plunging his tongue deeper into her, as he arched her body up, to undo her bra. He reached behind her, while his other hand held her tightly to him, as he unclasped her bra, and laid her back softly on the bed. Her breaths became more rapid and heavy, as he slipped it off, and he followed his kisses to there. His lips left a passionate musk behind, that she knew she could never wash away from her nude skin. His hair had become loose, and some strands were tickling her bare skin, as she whimpered and moaned at the sensations he gave her. His hands traveled to her inner thighs again, and he detained her swollen lips for another passionate kiss. He tasted sweet, like an addictive drug that seemed to invade her body, wanting and wanting more of it. She had lost all of her control. Whatever he would do to her, whatever he made her feel, she welcomed it. All she wanted was that he would be with her. All she needed was him.
She gasped, parting her lips and slightly pulling back, as his hands went to the heart of her, and he bit her lip, urging her to come back to him. She did, managing to get a few gasps of air. He couldn't tell if his lips were numb, but he couldn't care less. She tasted so good, and he didn't know if he could bear missing that sweet taste that she held.
His hands were on fire, and seemed to be searing her skin, marking her, as he pushed her legs open wider, moved in closer until she could feel the fabric of his dark pants on her inner thighs. Shaking, she brought her hands to the button of his trousers, and unclasped it and zipped it down. Without hesitation, he slipped it off, still holding her nearly naked body so close.
He laid his hand on top of her damp underwear, breathing hard and heavy. He pulled back and looked at her, his deep silver eyes searching hers. She could see they were dark, and full of hunger. She wanted to give in, she needed to.
"Hermione," he whispered. "Are you sure?" But Hermione just raised her head and kissed him fervently, her hands in his hair pulling him closer.
She pulled back, but only so that their mouths were barely touching.
"Draco," she said breathlessly. "Just take me."
Draco obeyed, giving her another passionate kiss, pressing his body against hers, forcing her small body to sink in more to the bed's cushions.
The fire died slowly, in the empty common room. The lazy flames fought, the light trying to dominate over the looming shadows. But the darkness governed, suffocating and weakening the fire until it finally died out.
The aroma of smoke filled the room, the absence of the hazy yellow light from the fireplace. But no one missed it; no one noticed it to be gone. The fire had just played a mere role, playing with the shadows to make the Slytherin and the Gryffindor to see each other's emotions flickering their eyes, to make them realize it pained them to see each other hurt. The fire just made them see.
And seeing leads to realization.
Realization leads to admittance.
Admittance leads to confession.
Confession leads to fate.
And fate is where it truly begins.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thanks to all the reviewers!! To all of you, this chapter is for you. And for those who crave an even bigger and complicated DM.HG.HP triangle, after this fic I will be writing a new fic. Harry will play a bigger role, and well.. You'll see. The reason I am saying this is that some- or just one of you, I don't know- of you are asking me to make Hermione and Harry get together, and Draco catching them for more drama, and well.. I told myself Harry would just play a sort of small role in this one, and that it would just solely focus on Hermione and Draco. So, the fic I will be writing after this, I promise you, will be a MAJOR love triangle. But of course, it will be still DracoHermione. Because of course, Draco and Hermione are my muse.
Oh yes, I am changing the rating on this fic, again, from PG-13 to R, because of the content in this chapter. And well, I am slightly confused about it, so if you think it should've stayed PG-13, or if you think that it was good that I changed it to R, please tell me what you thought about it and why..
Thank you so so much, and I am truly sad to say that this fic is close to ending.. Have a great day.
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'I will meet you in some place
Where the light lends itself to soft repose
I will let you undress me
But I warn you, I have thorns like any other rose.
And you could hurt me with your bare hands
You could hurt me using the sharp end of what you say
But I am lost to you now
There's no amount of reason to save me
So Break me
Take me
Just let me fill your arms again
Break me
I'll let you make me
Just let me feel your love again
Feels like being underwater
Now that I've let go and lost control
Water kisses fill my mouth
Water fills my soul..'
-'Break Me'
By Jewel
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Break Me
Hermione felt as if her heart had stopped. She forgot about breathing, and her lungs felt as if they were going to explode. Her world was spinning, but his words echoed in her head, faint but unforgettable. She couldn't believe it. She let go of the doorknob, and let it spring back into place. She swallowed hard, feeling as if the room were ablaze with such strong, but frosty thriving flames.
Draco stood, frozen. He had said it. He had said how he felt about her. He didn't plan to say it, he never thought of saying it. But he did. And he meant it. He meant it with all that was in him. He swallowed hard, and mentally pleaded her to turn around, or say something, at least. He couldn't stand the silence. He needed to stare into her deep brown eyes, hold her. His eyes kept on her, waiting for her to do something. Say something.
Hermione's knees were weak, her hands were sweaty. The room was cold, but at the same time burning with heat. The silence between them was deafening, but she just didn't know what to say. Of course, she loved him. Loved him ever since Ron had asked her to give him up, and that was when she realized she couldn't. That was when she knew she loved him. She turned around, slowly, and met his gaze. His gaze made her even weaker, they were boring into her, pleading.
"I love you," he repeated. Hermione felt those tears come out, but she couldn't even bring herself to wipe them away. Her vision was blurry, but she could still see his dark outline against the blotchy colors. Draco moved towards her, and wrapped his arms around her. He felt his heart finally rid of the heavy weight that had been suffocating it, as he held her tightly. She felt warm, in his arms, trembling.
He raised her chin up, framing her face with his warm and gentle hands. He wiped away her tears, his silver eyes dark but honest. And finally, he leaned down, until his lips finally reunited with hers, giving into the passion once again. Hermione soon forgot that her lungs were full to exploding, or that her face burned where he had wiped away her tears. He held her tightly, as his mouth molded against hers. She felt a whimper rise in her throat, as he pressed her against him even more, every part of their body compressed against each other's. His tongue danced with hers, and her hands found themselves tangled in his silky hair, deepening the kiss.
It felt as if their thirst had been quenched, from living for years without water. Draco's kisses felt as if they were a sacred water, and drinking it would give you the ability of never being thirsty again in your life. His hands felt as if they were on fire, as they held her closer and closer, although they were already as close as they could be. He kissed her deeply, passionately, feeling as if he'd lost all control.
Before they knew it, Draco had led her into her room, never letting go of her. He leaned her backwards softly, her back coming in contact with the soft cotton covers of her bed. He moved atop of her, still kissing her passionately, the fire inside of him thriving and restless. Hermione was lost, in his sweet, addicting kisses that seemed to fill her soul, every drop. He had filled that void inside of her, making her complete, shoving away all her insecurities and worries. She was giving herself to him, all of her.
Draco's hands were roaming, running up and down her waist, causing her shirt to ride up from the motion. Hermione felt a whimper cease in her throat, as his soft hands came in contact with her bare skin. Draco slowly rolled up her shirt, and she let him slip it off her shoulders. His kisses trailed from her mouth, to her neck and navel, leaving behind an invisible trace of passion. His hands held her close, arching her body up, and she felt as if they were smoldering her skin, burning her flesh pleasantly. The room seemed to have gotten so much warmer, so intense and hot, as if the fire was alive and strong inside the room. His mouth traveled from her neck, his soft lips like angel kisses with a sting of fire, to her navel, devouring her as if she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. But she was. But he trailed his kisses up again, and captured her mouth for another fervent kiss. Hermione raised her hands, trembling and burning, to his robe, unfastened the buttons, and slipped it off his shoulders. He kissed her neck, his hands running up and down her stomach, making it hard to concentrate. She loosened his tie, and threw it on the floor. Draco took off his vest, and threw it beside his tie, as she lifted up her hands to undo the buttons on his shirt. Draco felt her soft and warm breaths on his neck, as her small hands traveled down, trying to unbutton as fast as she could. Finally she was done, and she let her hands slide inside, only to slip the fabric off his shoulders. Draco let his tongue dance with hers avidly, as she pulled him closer, her hands caressing his muscles, exploring his body. Draco moaned against her lips, as she let her hands wander. Her touch felt as if they were scolding his skin, making his heart beat faster and harder, his hunger for her growing and growing by each second. Hermione's hands found themselves entangled in his silky hair, the air so warm and humid, her skin feeling sweaty and hot. Her legs moved underneath him, and he slid his gentle hands down, tugging at the waistband of her flannel trousers. He looked at Hermione, and she nodded, also noticing the hunger in her eyes. He pulled them off her, slowly, letting his fingers trail down her smooth thighs with the fabric, making her whimper. Finally they fell loose at her feet, and he took them and threw them to the floor, along with their other clothing. Hermione swallowed hard, as he went back to her, her legs wide and open.
He kissed her slowly, but passionately, as he pressed down on her, her body compressing harder against the sheets. His hands started down at her feet, trailing up her ankles, slowly. They went up her legs, and Draco's kiss had become more intense. She kissed him back, willing him to take her. Her hands were still in his hair, and were digging into his scalp, as his hands reached her thighs, then trailed into her inner thighs. Hermione felt a creeping warmth spread through her, making her feel feverish. She moaned as Draco pushed against her, still two cloths separating them from being naked to their soul. But Draco's hands trailed up, to the lacy edge of her bra. He breathed hard, plunging his tongue deeper into her, as he arched her body up, to undo her bra. He reached behind her, while his other hand held her tightly to him, as he unclasped her bra, and laid her back softly on the bed. Her breaths became more rapid and heavy, as he slipped it off, and he followed his kisses to there. His lips left a passionate musk behind, that she knew she could never wash away from her nude skin. His hair had become loose, and some strands were tickling her bare skin, as she whimpered and moaned at the sensations he gave her. His hands traveled to her inner thighs again, and he detained her swollen lips for another passionate kiss. He tasted sweet, like an addictive drug that seemed to invade her body, wanting and wanting more of it. She had lost all of her control. Whatever he would do to her, whatever he made her feel, she welcomed it. All she wanted was that he would be with her. All she needed was him.
She gasped, parting her lips and slightly pulling back, as his hands went to the heart of her, and he bit her lip, urging her to come back to him. She did, managing to get a few gasps of air. He couldn't tell if his lips were numb, but he couldn't care less. She tasted so good, and he didn't know if he could bear missing that sweet taste that she held.
His hands were on fire, and seemed to be searing her skin, marking her, as he pushed her legs open wider, moved in closer until she could feel the fabric of his dark pants on her inner thighs. Shaking, she brought her hands to the button of his trousers, and unclasped it and zipped it down. Without hesitation, he slipped it off, still holding her nearly naked body so close.
He laid his hand on top of her damp underwear, breathing hard and heavy. He pulled back and looked at her, his deep silver eyes searching hers. She could see they were dark, and full of hunger. She wanted to give in, she needed to.
"Hermione," he whispered. "Are you sure?" But Hermione just raised her head and kissed him fervently, her hands in his hair pulling him closer.
She pulled back, but only so that their mouths were barely touching.
"Draco," she said breathlessly. "Just take me."
Draco obeyed, giving her another passionate kiss, pressing his body against hers, forcing her small body to sink in more to the bed's cushions.
The fire died slowly, in the empty common room. The lazy flames fought, the light trying to dominate over the looming shadows. But the darkness governed, suffocating and weakening the fire until it finally died out.
The aroma of smoke filled the room, the absence of the hazy yellow light from the fireplace. But no one missed it; no one noticed it to be gone. The fire had just played a mere role, playing with the shadows to make the Slytherin and the Gryffindor to see each other's emotions flickering their eyes, to make them realize it pained them to see each other hurt. The fire just made them see.
And seeing leads to realization.
Realization leads to admittance.
Admittance leads to confession.
Confession leads to fate.
And fate is where it truly begins.