A/N: This is the last chapter of this story but I am doing a sequel. In
fact, it's a trilogy. So don't expect an update after this read "As it
Continues".
Chapter 8 Coming Together
Draco picked Hermione up and carried her to the dressing room. It was still red but that was the only similarity. The vanity, mirrors and pedestal were all gone replaced by a large bed with red silky sheets and a heavy comforter and a fireplace with a fire already roaring inside it. The door leading to the bathroom was still there but the bathroom was very much changed as they later found out. Before it was plain white with a toilet and sink; simple enough for its previous purpose. Now, however, it was humongous room with a bathtub large enough for four people, a shower big enough for three, a toilet and a sink. All of the faucets were shining brilliantly gold and the shower, bathtub, and sink were made of grayish silver porcelain; the room dripped of romance and elegance.
"Welcome to sex, I'll be your tour guide." Draco whispered in her ear after he set her down at the door. She surveyed the room and froze when her eyes reached the bed. She felt her whole body tense as she slowly crept towards. She leaned her back gently against one of the bedposts and closed her eyes. She was terrified; the last time it had hurt so much, she was sore all over, and she had cried for weeks. Ron was rough when he had done it, it wasn't soft or gentle.
Draco eyed her curiously from in front of the closed door. She was deep in thought and visibly nervous. Tonight, he would have to pull out all the stops and be more careful than usual. He would have to be gentle and go agonizingly slow; she had been raped after all. He started walking towards her and she sucked in a sharp breath. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face then wrapped his arms carefully around her delicate waist.
"We have to do this." She mumbled leaning into him; it was more of a self- assurance thing than a statement. She nodded her head once then looked him in the eye.
"Don't worry, we'll go slow." He said trying to reassure her but never breaking eye contact. She nodded again. He leaned down and gracefully grazed his lips with hers. She leaned into him allowing him to kiss her a bit more deeply. He complied and they were soon having a very heated battle of control with their tongues.
They made love that night. It wasn't just sex or something they had to do, it was full blown love although neither of them realized it yet. They fell asleep in the warmth of each others' arms. It was a perfect night, Draco didn't dream of his father and the tortures Lucius had put him through, and Hermione didn't dream about that summer. They weren't dreams, not really. They were more like past nightmares that never go away. The kind you wake up screaming to in the middle of the night panting in a cold sweat. For them, it was something to learn from and to bury deep in side in the hopes that they would never have to relive the experience.
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"I'm worried about them, Albus, they're only sixteen, and they're not ready."
"Don't worry, my dear, they are both strong."
"Are you sure Sybil's prediction was correct?" The woman nearly scoffed, at the thought of Sybil Trelawney making a correct prediction, but held herself back knowing Albus Dumbledore would frown upon it.
"It was a true vision. A new Malfoy heir shall be conceived this night."
"Oh, Albus." She cried softly into her husband's chest and took comfort in his arms that gently encircled her.
"There, there, Minerva."
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Draco woke the next morning and let the previous night com back to him. He smiled at the sleeping woman in his arms. He kissed her head and started to get out of bed.
"No," she groaned and clung to him more tightly.
"I have to go to the bathroom, and then I'll be back." He tried to move again to no avail.
"Aren't you tired? Sleep now." She looked up at him.
"Very tired, you drained all my energy last night and this morning." Hermione blushed, let go, rolled over, and made sure she was completely covered. Draco smirked and got up not bothering to cover himself.
She watched him walk away stark naked. She blushed again at the burning feeling she was quickly becoming accustomed to. Desire, passion, and want. She got up forgetting to grab a robe and strode to the bathroom. She slowly opened the door and walked in. Draco raised an eyebrow but she ignored him and started the shower making sure it was steaming hot. He smiled coyly and walked up behind her. She could feel his arousal when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked biting her sensitive earlobe. Her body shivered and he reveled in the fact that he knew her pressure points after such a small amount of time.
"Guess." She whispered wrapping her arms carefully around his neck and pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.
The End
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Please review, I love getting reviews. My parents think I'm weird cause I get all giddy and...well...it's not pretty. Oh, and read the sequel. Just click on my penname and read it! Thanks(
Chapter 8 Coming Together
Draco picked Hermione up and carried her to the dressing room. It was still red but that was the only similarity. The vanity, mirrors and pedestal were all gone replaced by a large bed with red silky sheets and a heavy comforter and a fireplace with a fire already roaring inside it. The door leading to the bathroom was still there but the bathroom was very much changed as they later found out. Before it was plain white with a toilet and sink; simple enough for its previous purpose. Now, however, it was humongous room with a bathtub large enough for four people, a shower big enough for three, a toilet and a sink. All of the faucets were shining brilliantly gold and the shower, bathtub, and sink were made of grayish silver porcelain; the room dripped of romance and elegance.
"Welcome to sex, I'll be your tour guide." Draco whispered in her ear after he set her down at the door. She surveyed the room and froze when her eyes reached the bed. She felt her whole body tense as she slowly crept towards. She leaned her back gently against one of the bedposts and closed her eyes. She was terrified; the last time it had hurt so much, she was sore all over, and she had cried for weeks. Ron was rough when he had done it, it wasn't soft or gentle.
Draco eyed her curiously from in front of the closed door. She was deep in thought and visibly nervous. Tonight, he would have to pull out all the stops and be more careful than usual. He would have to be gentle and go agonizingly slow; she had been raped after all. He started walking towards her and she sucked in a sharp breath. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face then wrapped his arms carefully around her delicate waist.
"We have to do this." She mumbled leaning into him; it was more of a self- assurance thing than a statement. She nodded her head once then looked him in the eye.
"Don't worry, we'll go slow." He said trying to reassure her but never breaking eye contact. She nodded again. He leaned down and gracefully grazed his lips with hers. She leaned into him allowing him to kiss her a bit more deeply. He complied and they were soon having a very heated battle of control with their tongues.
They made love that night. It wasn't just sex or something they had to do, it was full blown love although neither of them realized it yet. They fell asleep in the warmth of each others' arms. It was a perfect night, Draco didn't dream of his father and the tortures Lucius had put him through, and Hermione didn't dream about that summer. They weren't dreams, not really. They were more like past nightmares that never go away. The kind you wake up screaming to in the middle of the night panting in a cold sweat. For them, it was something to learn from and to bury deep in side in the hopes that they would never have to relive the experience.
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"I'm worried about them, Albus, they're only sixteen, and they're not ready."
"Don't worry, my dear, they are both strong."
"Are you sure Sybil's prediction was correct?" The woman nearly scoffed, at the thought of Sybil Trelawney making a correct prediction, but held herself back knowing Albus Dumbledore would frown upon it.
"It was a true vision. A new Malfoy heir shall be conceived this night."
"Oh, Albus." She cried softly into her husband's chest and took comfort in his arms that gently encircled her.
"There, there, Minerva."
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Draco woke the next morning and let the previous night com back to him. He smiled at the sleeping woman in his arms. He kissed her head and started to get out of bed.
"No," she groaned and clung to him more tightly.
"I have to go to the bathroom, and then I'll be back." He tried to move again to no avail.
"Aren't you tired? Sleep now." She looked up at him.
"Very tired, you drained all my energy last night and this morning." Hermione blushed, let go, rolled over, and made sure she was completely covered. Draco smirked and got up not bothering to cover himself.
She watched him walk away stark naked. She blushed again at the burning feeling she was quickly becoming accustomed to. Desire, passion, and want. She got up forgetting to grab a robe and strode to the bathroom. She slowly opened the door and walked in. Draco raised an eyebrow but she ignored him and started the shower making sure it was steaming hot. He smiled coyly and walked up behind her. She could feel his arousal when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked biting her sensitive earlobe. Her body shivered and he reveled in the fact that he knew her pressure points after such a small amount of time.
"Guess." She whispered wrapping her arms carefully around his neck and pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.
The End
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Please review, I love getting reviews. My parents think I'm weird cause I get all giddy and...well...it's not pretty. Oh, and read the sequel. Just click on my penname and read it! Thanks(