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Anything in [ and ] are song lyrics and i do not own them!!
A/N: wow! I know I haven't updated in awhile! I'm soooooo sorry! I'm back though, with the final chapter! Hope you guys enjoy, and thank you guys so very much for all the great reviews! Keep reviewing! 'Cause there'll be a sequel to this story, if you guys want! (Or so I hope!) But anyways, enjoy this, and at the bottom, don't forget to review! I also added some inserts for the newest story that I'm in the process of writing (almost 300 pages right now!) If you love this one, you'll love the next one even more so!
Draco sighed before starting to explain, "Everything started when Hermione came back from the Christmas break. She had locked herself in her room and yelled at me for no reason. I went up to her room to yell back at her, but when I opened the door she was crying. I don't know why but I began to feel sorry for her and I asked her what was wrong. She told me that you two had gotten a divorce."
Draco stopped as he heard both Ron and Harry gasp at the news.
"Hermione never told us," Harry whispered.
"She didn't tell anyone but me, and I certainly didn't know why, seeing as we weren't exactly friends then. She didn't say much more and from January until March she didn't speak to anyone; not even to yell at me. She was so depressed. She didn't understand why you two had gotten a divorce and was deeply hurt. By March, I was fed up with her locking herself in her room and never seeing her come out, and I knew I had to help her. We fought so much during that time, because she was convinced she didn't need help, especially from me, but she came to her senses and she agreed to me helping her," Ron snorted at this part, hardly believing what Malfoy was saying, "It was so hard for her to even look at pictures of you three as a family, but she slowly got through it. The last step was for her to write letters to each of you, telling you both about how she felt," Draco stopped, looking up at the shocked expressions on her parents faces.
"I remember that letter," Joseph said. Her mother nodded.
"With every letter she got from you two, she would read them aloud with me in our common room. Mr and Mrs Granger, I know that Hermione and I have had our differences in the past, but that was before I knew what love was. I love your daughter very much and I would never do anything to hurt her," Draco finished, leaving out any romantic details that he and Hermione shared during their relationship. Catherine had new tears in her eyes as she held her daughter's hand.
"We're so sorry Hermione for not being good parents when you needed us the most," she sniffed quietly.
"That still doesn't explain what happened back in the common room," Ron said angrily.
"I didn't want to help you because I knew the strength of Lucius and combined with the Dark Lord, I thought they would've probably finished Potter off by the time we found them. When you told Hermione that Lucius and the Dark Lord had taken Potter I realized what my father meant by "doing business"," Draco told Ron, returning his cold stare.
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore stepped in. Draco took in a deep breath before continuing, "I was outside when the quidditch game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff finished and Lucius came up to me unexpectidly and said he was in town doing business, then he went on saying that I had changed and wondered what had changed me; I instantly knew that Lucius knew about Hermione and myself. When you came earlier tonight and said Lucius took Potter, that's what the business was. I should've known but I didn't realize it then," Draco explained.
"Wait, who is this Lucius?" Joseph asked. Draco closed his eyes before speaking.
"My father," he said through gritted teeth.
"Is he the one who did this? Where is he now?" Joseph asked, his temper rising slightly.
"I killed him," Draco said for the second time that night. Catherine drew in a sharp breath.
"I think it's time for everyone to get some sleep now," Dumbledore stood up, "Harry, Ron you two can head back to your tower. Mr and Mrs Granger, I will take you to the Heads tower, where you will stay tonight. There are separate bedrooms there. Draco, Madam Pomfrey would like to check you out first for any other injuries you may have."
It was after two in the morning now and Draco remained awake and by Hermione's side. He gently stroked her hand.
"Mr Malfoy, here, drink this. It'll cure any interior cuts or scratches on your body due to the Cruciatus Curse," Madam Pomfrey gave him a glass of a thick potion. He drank the foul tasting liquid, swallowing the potion then turned back to his love.
He felt light headed and tired all of a sudden. Madam Pomfrey touched his shoulders and helped him up.
"Here you go dear, why don't you lie down," she said, helping him onto a bed next to Hermione. She had slipped a sleeping potion into Draco's drink and it seemed to be working quickly with his exhausted body.
Harry sat upright on his bed, his eyes as heavy as stone, but still could not sleep. Ron found sleep easily as his tired body wouldn't let him remain up. Harry's mind drifted helplessly to Hermione, who lay possibly dead inside a hospital bed. Despite all his efforts to keep her away from danger, she still managed to find her way to him. He felt so guilty and blamed himself for the grief her parents were going through. He had told Dumbledore privately every detail of the dreams, but Ron still didn't know about Hermione's involvement in the dreams. Harry got up an hour later and walked back down to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was no where in sight and Draco slept on the bed nearest to Hermione. Harry picked up a chair and placed it next to Hermione's bed. Hermione's face and arms were pale and cold, her lips bluer than before, Harry knew her life was slipping away, if not already gone. He silently apologized to one of his best friends.
The dull morning arrived, and Hermione's parents were the first to awake and head quickly to the hospital wing. Harry heard them arrive and woke up, greeting them quietly.
"Any news?" Catherine whispered. Harry shook his head. Madam Pomfrey returned with Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall who brought the crowd some breakfast. No one talked, all just wanting from Hermione to get up. Draco's sleeping potion wore off and he began to stir in his bed. He slowly got up, his hair tossed from the sleep.
By noon, Ron was the last to come, holding flowers in a vase, which he lay by Hermione's bed. With everyone there, Harry felt like it was time for him to explain. He looked at Ron and began to talk.
"Ron, and everyone else, I think there's something you all need to know. Ron, when I told you about the dreams I had, I didn't tell you everything. I told you not to tell anyone, especially Hermione, because I didn't want too many people involved. That wasn't the entire truth," Harry stopped, looking at Ron's confused face before going on, "Hermione was in the dreams as well. Lucius was telling Voldemort that if he couldn't get me alone, he would use Hermione as a lure to get me, that's why I wanted to go alone," he stopped, fighting back tears as it struck him that she could meet the same fate as Cedric did three years ago. Madam Pomfrey continued to check on her. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a faint heart beat in Hermione's body.
' Could this really be?' Madam Pomfrey thought, ' Or is this just my own heartbeat?'
She listened again, but this time to no avail, bringing more bad news to the waiting crowd.
By nightfall, the news of last night's events had spread across the school. Students from every house and year had visited and dropped off flowers, home-made cards, candles and gifts, bearing prayers for Hermione's health and survival. The Gryffindor house had made a huge card in the shape of Hermione's favourite book and had the whole house sign it.
Her parents, who left for bed at midnight, along with Harry and Ron, found it difficult to leave the hospital wing as the room was crowded with the flowers and gifts that students had left. Madam Pomfrey left moments later, leaving Draco alone with Hermione. Looking past the pale icy skin, he saw the same angel he fell in love with.
[No matter if the sun don't shine,
Or if the skies are blue.
No matter what the ending,
My life began with you.]
Draco felt imprisoned in his own guilt, his mind playing the dangerous 'what if' game.
' What if I went with her? What if I just held her back? What if we didn't hear Weasley outside our tower?' He thought. His hate for Weasley grew with the last 'what if' as he knew Ron was partly to blame for Hermione's involvement. Draco sighed, there was no point in blaming anyone, what was done was done. He sat on her bed, touching her silky brown hair, thinking he may never feel her warm touch again, or see her beaming smile or be able to wipe her tears away.
A gust of numbing wind burst through the window, quite odd for a June night, as it filled the room. Goose bumps arose throughout Draco's body as he turned to the open window. Fawkes stood perched on the windowsill, the handsome bird's feathers shining as the moonlight struck it. Spreading his wings, Fawkes gracefully flew to Hermione's body and softly landed beside her head. The phoenix bent his own head next to her cheek and began to nudge it, rubbing his warm feathers against her. Draco saw Fawkes shudder slightly against the bitter temperature of Hermione's body. Fawkes lifted his head and moved to Hermione's lips. A large tear fell from the bird's eye, splashing on the blue lips.
"Tears of a phoenix heal!" Draco instantly remembered that Care of Magical Creatures lesson. He grew excited as another tear fell to her lips. Draco grabbed her hand and kissed it, "Come on Hermione!"
After one more tear, Fawkes flew into the night, leaving Draco to wonder if it worked. He bent over and kissed her, her lips still as cold as before. Draco closed his eyes, knowing even Fawkes' efforts didn't work, strands of hope dying in Draco's heart.
Draco's mind replayed the events of that horrible night, hearing her screams as she dove in front of the spell to save Harry. The scream was still so vivid and fresh in his mind, and even though he sat next to her right then, she seemed so far away.
[Oceans apart, day after day,
And I slowly go insane.
I hear your voice on the line,
But it doesn't stop the pain.]
Memories of their little time spent together came back to him in a flash. Their first kiss, the way her body fit so well with his, her gentle touch, her tender kisses, which she seemed to give for no reason. The pain was all too much for Draco, this pain hurting far more than 100 Cruciatus Curses. In remembering his time with Hermione, he suddenly remembered a promise that still lived within him. He held her hand and stroked it gently.
"I promised you forever after the sunset Hermione," Draco whispered, choking back tears, "Forever has yet to come."
[We were strangers, starting out on a journey
Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through
Now here we are, I'm suddenly standing
At the beginning with you.
No one told me, I was going to find you
Unexpected, what you did to my heart
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me.
This is the start
And life is a road and I wanna keep goin'
Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'
Life is a road now and forever wonderful journey.
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there when the storm is through
In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning with you.
We were strangers on a crazy adventure
Never dreaming how our dreams would come true
Now here we stand, unafraid of the future
At the beginning with you.
And life is a road and I wanna keep goin'
Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'
Life is a road now and forever wonderful journey
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there when the storm is through
In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning with you.
Knew there was somebody somewhere
I need love in the dark
Now I know my dream will live on
I've been waiting so long
Nothing is going to tear us apart.]
And that's it folks! tear Ok, you know what to do! Send in those reviews! Hope you enjoyed this story, and thank you for sticking with me throughout the entire thing! Here are some inserts of my next story, entitled [although not sure if this will be the title] "If You Dare..."
[this is with Malfoy and Hermione, in an empty compartment on the train ride back home after the end of the school year. They have just graduated from Hogwarts.]
"I know you're going to Chicago."
Her eyes widened in shock, "W-wh-H-how did you find out?"
"I was hidden behind the marble statue when you told Weasel and Lavender," in a quick shift, he moved beside her.
"Don't go," his whisper was almost inaudible. Tears stung her eyes as she fought hard to keep them in. She refused to look at him, afraid to read the look in his eyes. Gently he ran his finger down her cheek, and cupped her chin, bringing her face close to his. He looked down and watched her close her eyes, her tempting lips mere inches from his. He closed the distance between them, with a soft kiss that lasted only seconds, before he pulled away, looking for a reaction. A small smile tugged st her lips before she opened her eyes. His lips felt so good against hers and she wanted more. She kissed him back, this time more fervent, more passionate than before. Malfoy snaked his arm around her lower back, cradling her body against his. His warm hand against her skin send shivers throughout her entire body, and she moaned satisfyingly into his kiss. Her hand flew to his head, running her fingers through his platinum blond hair, playfully wrapping it around her fingers. Malfoy untangled his lips from hers and left a trail of lustful kisses from her neck to the sensitive spot just behind her earlobe. Hermione's heart pumped ecstatically as her breathing deepened.
"Don't go," he muttered once more into her ear. His husky voice broke her hear and she was torn. She knew if she stayed longer, it would only hurt them more. She pulled herself away from him and stood up, not looking back. She made it to the door, and had opened it halfway.
"Hermione..."
She stopped immediately, stunned to hear her first name escape from his lips. She spun around and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, kissing him firmly. He held her close, brining her hips closer, as he let his tongue dance with hers.
"I have to go,' she broke the kiss and ran off, leaving him alone. Her footsteps echoed down the train's corridors, as Malfoy plumped down on the seat of the compartment. He pounded his fist on te wall behind him, cursing aloud, "Bloody hell! The girls back in Ireland were a lot more easy than her..."
[this one's in a bar called Vitex, in Diagon Alley between Draco and another witch, which will be announced later...but you all know her...]
She took him by his hand and led him upstairs, kissing him all the way up. She opened the door to a small room, which he presumed to be her bedroom. Drunk and unable to resist, Draco kissed her back, fighting with the buttons of her shirt. His head was cushioned on the pillow as her small body fit into his. She fiddled with the collar of his shirt while he kissed her bare shoulders. Suddenly as things began to heat up, a cry erupted from another room. The witch stood up quickly, re-buttoning her shirt and fled from the room.
"Wait!" Draco sat up quickly, fumbling with his unbuttoned shirt. Moments later the witch returned, carrying a bundle in her arms.
"Draco," she whispered, "This is my son, Damian."
Draco was at a loss for words as the young witch in front of him, only 17 years of age, held a tiny baby boy in her arms.
[if you're wondering who this witch is...and what the deal is with Hermione and Draco...wait for the posting of my new story "If You Dare..." (Or so I think it's going to be called!) Thanks again for sticking with me! Ciao!]
-Baby T
Anything in [ and ] are song lyrics and i do not own them!!
A/N: wow! I know I haven't updated in awhile! I'm soooooo sorry! I'm back though, with the final chapter! Hope you guys enjoy, and thank you guys so very much for all the great reviews! Keep reviewing! 'Cause there'll be a sequel to this story, if you guys want! (Or so I hope!) But anyways, enjoy this, and at the bottom, don't forget to review! I also added some inserts for the newest story that I'm in the process of writing (almost 300 pages right now!) If you love this one, you'll love the next one even more so!
Draco sighed before starting to explain, "Everything started when Hermione came back from the Christmas break. She had locked herself in her room and yelled at me for no reason. I went up to her room to yell back at her, but when I opened the door she was crying. I don't know why but I began to feel sorry for her and I asked her what was wrong. She told me that you two had gotten a divorce."
Draco stopped as he heard both Ron and Harry gasp at the news.
"Hermione never told us," Harry whispered.
"She didn't tell anyone but me, and I certainly didn't know why, seeing as we weren't exactly friends then. She didn't say much more and from January until March she didn't speak to anyone; not even to yell at me. She was so depressed. She didn't understand why you two had gotten a divorce and was deeply hurt. By March, I was fed up with her locking herself in her room and never seeing her come out, and I knew I had to help her. We fought so much during that time, because she was convinced she didn't need help, especially from me, but she came to her senses and she agreed to me helping her," Ron snorted at this part, hardly believing what Malfoy was saying, "It was so hard for her to even look at pictures of you three as a family, but she slowly got through it. The last step was for her to write letters to each of you, telling you both about how she felt," Draco stopped, looking up at the shocked expressions on her parents faces.
"I remember that letter," Joseph said. Her mother nodded.
"With every letter she got from you two, she would read them aloud with me in our common room. Mr and Mrs Granger, I know that Hermione and I have had our differences in the past, but that was before I knew what love was. I love your daughter very much and I would never do anything to hurt her," Draco finished, leaving out any romantic details that he and Hermione shared during their relationship. Catherine had new tears in her eyes as she held her daughter's hand.
"We're so sorry Hermione for not being good parents when you needed us the most," she sniffed quietly.
"That still doesn't explain what happened back in the common room," Ron said angrily.
"I didn't want to help you because I knew the strength of Lucius and combined with the Dark Lord, I thought they would've probably finished Potter off by the time we found them. When you told Hermione that Lucius and the Dark Lord had taken Potter I realized what my father meant by "doing business"," Draco told Ron, returning his cold stare.
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore stepped in. Draco took in a deep breath before continuing, "I was outside when the quidditch game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff finished and Lucius came up to me unexpectidly and said he was in town doing business, then he went on saying that I had changed and wondered what had changed me; I instantly knew that Lucius knew about Hermione and myself. When you came earlier tonight and said Lucius took Potter, that's what the business was. I should've known but I didn't realize it then," Draco explained.
"Wait, who is this Lucius?" Joseph asked. Draco closed his eyes before speaking.
"My father," he said through gritted teeth.
"Is he the one who did this? Where is he now?" Joseph asked, his temper rising slightly.
"I killed him," Draco said for the second time that night. Catherine drew in a sharp breath.
"I think it's time for everyone to get some sleep now," Dumbledore stood up, "Harry, Ron you two can head back to your tower. Mr and Mrs Granger, I will take you to the Heads tower, where you will stay tonight. There are separate bedrooms there. Draco, Madam Pomfrey would like to check you out first for any other injuries you may have."
It was after two in the morning now and Draco remained awake and by Hermione's side. He gently stroked her hand.
"Mr Malfoy, here, drink this. It'll cure any interior cuts or scratches on your body due to the Cruciatus Curse," Madam Pomfrey gave him a glass of a thick potion. He drank the foul tasting liquid, swallowing the potion then turned back to his love.
He felt light headed and tired all of a sudden. Madam Pomfrey touched his shoulders and helped him up.
"Here you go dear, why don't you lie down," she said, helping him onto a bed next to Hermione. She had slipped a sleeping potion into Draco's drink and it seemed to be working quickly with his exhausted body.
Harry sat upright on his bed, his eyes as heavy as stone, but still could not sleep. Ron found sleep easily as his tired body wouldn't let him remain up. Harry's mind drifted helplessly to Hermione, who lay possibly dead inside a hospital bed. Despite all his efforts to keep her away from danger, she still managed to find her way to him. He felt so guilty and blamed himself for the grief her parents were going through. He had told Dumbledore privately every detail of the dreams, but Ron still didn't know about Hermione's involvement in the dreams. Harry got up an hour later and walked back down to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was no where in sight and Draco slept on the bed nearest to Hermione. Harry picked up a chair and placed it next to Hermione's bed. Hermione's face and arms were pale and cold, her lips bluer than before, Harry knew her life was slipping away, if not already gone. He silently apologized to one of his best friends.
The dull morning arrived, and Hermione's parents were the first to awake and head quickly to the hospital wing. Harry heard them arrive and woke up, greeting them quietly.
"Any news?" Catherine whispered. Harry shook his head. Madam Pomfrey returned with Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall who brought the crowd some breakfast. No one talked, all just wanting from Hermione to get up. Draco's sleeping potion wore off and he began to stir in his bed. He slowly got up, his hair tossed from the sleep.
By noon, Ron was the last to come, holding flowers in a vase, which he lay by Hermione's bed. With everyone there, Harry felt like it was time for him to explain. He looked at Ron and began to talk.
"Ron, and everyone else, I think there's something you all need to know. Ron, when I told you about the dreams I had, I didn't tell you everything. I told you not to tell anyone, especially Hermione, because I didn't want too many people involved. That wasn't the entire truth," Harry stopped, looking at Ron's confused face before going on, "Hermione was in the dreams as well. Lucius was telling Voldemort that if he couldn't get me alone, he would use Hermione as a lure to get me, that's why I wanted to go alone," he stopped, fighting back tears as it struck him that she could meet the same fate as Cedric did three years ago. Madam Pomfrey continued to check on her. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a faint heart beat in Hermione's body.
' Could this really be?' Madam Pomfrey thought, ' Or is this just my own heartbeat?'
She listened again, but this time to no avail, bringing more bad news to the waiting crowd.
By nightfall, the news of last night's events had spread across the school. Students from every house and year had visited and dropped off flowers, home-made cards, candles and gifts, bearing prayers for Hermione's health and survival. The Gryffindor house had made a huge card in the shape of Hermione's favourite book and had the whole house sign it.
Her parents, who left for bed at midnight, along with Harry and Ron, found it difficult to leave the hospital wing as the room was crowded with the flowers and gifts that students had left. Madam Pomfrey left moments later, leaving Draco alone with Hermione. Looking past the pale icy skin, he saw the same angel he fell in love with.
[No matter if the sun don't shine,
Or if the skies are blue.
No matter what the ending,
My life began with you.]
Draco felt imprisoned in his own guilt, his mind playing the dangerous 'what if' game.
' What if I went with her? What if I just held her back? What if we didn't hear Weasley outside our tower?' He thought. His hate for Weasley grew with the last 'what if' as he knew Ron was partly to blame for Hermione's involvement. Draco sighed, there was no point in blaming anyone, what was done was done. He sat on her bed, touching her silky brown hair, thinking he may never feel her warm touch again, or see her beaming smile or be able to wipe her tears away.
A gust of numbing wind burst through the window, quite odd for a June night, as it filled the room. Goose bumps arose throughout Draco's body as he turned to the open window. Fawkes stood perched on the windowsill, the handsome bird's feathers shining as the moonlight struck it. Spreading his wings, Fawkes gracefully flew to Hermione's body and softly landed beside her head. The phoenix bent his own head next to her cheek and began to nudge it, rubbing his warm feathers against her. Draco saw Fawkes shudder slightly against the bitter temperature of Hermione's body. Fawkes lifted his head and moved to Hermione's lips. A large tear fell from the bird's eye, splashing on the blue lips.
"Tears of a phoenix heal!" Draco instantly remembered that Care of Magical Creatures lesson. He grew excited as another tear fell to her lips. Draco grabbed her hand and kissed it, "Come on Hermione!"
After one more tear, Fawkes flew into the night, leaving Draco to wonder if it worked. He bent over and kissed her, her lips still as cold as before. Draco closed his eyes, knowing even Fawkes' efforts didn't work, strands of hope dying in Draco's heart.
Draco's mind replayed the events of that horrible night, hearing her screams as she dove in front of the spell to save Harry. The scream was still so vivid and fresh in his mind, and even though he sat next to her right then, she seemed so far away.
[Oceans apart, day after day,
And I slowly go insane.
I hear your voice on the line,
But it doesn't stop the pain.]
Memories of their little time spent together came back to him in a flash. Their first kiss, the way her body fit so well with his, her gentle touch, her tender kisses, which she seemed to give for no reason. The pain was all too much for Draco, this pain hurting far more than 100 Cruciatus Curses. In remembering his time with Hermione, he suddenly remembered a promise that still lived within him. He held her hand and stroked it gently.
"I promised you forever after the sunset Hermione," Draco whispered, choking back tears, "Forever has yet to come."
[We were strangers, starting out on a journey
Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through
Now here we are, I'm suddenly standing
At the beginning with you.
No one told me, I was going to find you
Unexpected, what you did to my heart
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me.
This is the start
And life is a road and I wanna keep goin'
Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'
Life is a road now and forever wonderful journey.
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there when the storm is through
In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning with you.
We were strangers on a crazy adventure
Never dreaming how our dreams would come true
Now here we stand, unafraid of the future
At the beginning with you.
And life is a road and I wanna keep goin'
Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'
Life is a road now and forever wonderful journey
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there when the storm is through
In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning with you.
Knew there was somebody somewhere
I need love in the dark
Now I know my dream will live on
I've been waiting so long
Nothing is going to tear us apart.]
And that's it folks! tear Ok, you know what to do! Send in those reviews! Hope you enjoyed this story, and thank you for sticking with me throughout the entire thing! Here are some inserts of my next story, entitled [although not sure if this will be the title] "If You Dare..."
[this is with Malfoy and Hermione, in an empty compartment on the train ride back home after the end of the school year. They have just graduated from Hogwarts.]
"I know you're going to Chicago."
Her eyes widened in shock, "W-wh-H-how did you find out?"
"I was hidden behind the marble statue when you told Weasel and Lavender," in a quick shift, he moved beside her.
"Don't go," his whisper was almost inaudible. Tears stung her eyes as she fought hard to keep them in. She refused to look at him, afraid to read the look in his eyes. Gently he ran his finger down her cheek, and cupped her chin, bringing her face close to his. He looked down and watched her close her eyes, her tempting lips mere inches from his. He closed the distance between them, with a soft kiss that lasted only seconds, before he pulled away, looking for a reaction. A small smile tugged st her lips before she opened her eyes. His lips felt so good against hers and she wanted more. She kissed him back, this time more fervent, more passionate than before. Malfoy snaked his arm around her lower back, cradling her body against his. His warm hand against her skin send shivers throughout her entire body, and she moaned satisfyingly into his kiss. Her hand flew to his head, running her fingers through his platinum blond hair, playfully wrapping it around her fingers. Malfoy untangled his lips from hers and left a trail of lustful kisses from her neck to the sensitive spot just behind her earlobe. Hermione's heart pumped ecstatically as her breathing deepened.
"Don't go," he muttered once more into her ear. His husky voice broke her hear and she was torn. She knew if she stayed longer, it would only hurt them more. She pulled herself away from him and stood up, not looking back. She made it to the door, and had opened it halfway.
"Hermione..."
She stopped immediately, stunned to hear her first name escape from his lips. She spun around and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, kissing him firmly. He held her close, brining her hips closer, as he let his tongue dance with hers.
"I have to go,' she broke the kiss and ran off, leaving him alone. Her footsteps echoed down the train's corridors, as Malfoy plumped down on the seat of the compartment. He pounded his fist on te wall behind him, cursing aloud, "Bloody hell! The girls back in Ireland were a lot more easy than her..."
[this one's in a bar called Vitex, in Diagon Alley between Draco and another witch, which will be announced later...but you all know her...]
She took him by his hand and led him upstairs, kissing him all the way up. She opened the door to a small room, which he presumed to be her bedroom. Drunk and unable to resist, Draco kissed her back, fighting with the buttons of her shirt. His head was cushioned on the pillow as her small body fit into his. She fiddled with the collar of his shirt while he kissed her bare shoulders. Suddenly as things began to heat up, a cry erupted from another room. The witch stood up quickly, re-buttoning her shirt and fled from the room.
"Wait!" Draco sat up quickly, fumbling with his unbuttoned shirt. Moments later the witch returned, carrying a bundle in her arms.
"Draco," she whispered, "This is my son, Damian."
Draco was at a loss for words as the young witch in front of him, only 17 years of age, held a tiny baby boy in her arms.
[if you're wondering who this witch is...and what the deal is with Hermione and Draco...wait for the posting of my new story "If You Dare..." (Or so I think it's going to be called!) Thanks again for sticking with me! Ciao!]
-Baby T