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talented Ms. J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 16: Erotophobia.
Narcissa waltzed through the halls with a letter
from Draco in her hand. Hearing from him always lifted her spirits. However
when she read that he wasn't coming home for the Holidays, she couldn't help at
feel a little disheartened.
"I need time to be by myself and
rethink some decisions I've made".
Narcissa knew that that was hardly the truth. He
didn't go into detail about what he'd be doing and why he wasn't coming home,
and that Narcissa respected. The boy needed his privacy. Just incase this
letter fell into the hands of Lucius, he wouldn't have anything to admonish
Draco about, one of his past time hobbies.
"Try
and enjoy the Holidays"
Mrs. Malfoy would try to enjoy the Yuletide season
just as her son asked of her even though she wished she were somewhere else.
She hadn't enjoyed Christmas since her teenage years. She tried to make the
best out of the Holidays, just for Draco, but Lucius was always there to kill
the Holiday spirit.
Narcissa sighed loudly and continued down the hall to her private quarters, the
only place that she had peace and quiet.
A Half an hour later, her husband made an early arrival home, disturbing the
peace while doing so. She could hear him barking like mad at the house elves,
who set right to work.
Lucius stomped up the steps and into his room, slamming the door with such
force.
One portrait in the hall could be heard yelling "Really! Slamming doors… I
would have thought you'd have more respect for a house as ancient as
this." Narcissa could only shake her head in disbelief.
As she was concluding her letter to Draco, Lucius appeared in front of her,
with a loud pop. The older Malfoy stood erect but said nothing. He just peered
at the letter in his wife's hand.
Narcissa didn't bother to greet him with a "good night". All the
pleasant greetings in the world would never suffice for a Malfoy, why bother?
She looked him in the face and then continued to write, which obviously angered
Lucius.
"Well……………" he growled.
"Well." She replied in a sweet voice while sealing the letter.
"Who are you writing to?"
"My son." She spat.
"Our son!" Lucius corrected picking up Draco's letter, which lay on
the left hand side of her writing desk. She watched as his eyes zoomed across
the paper.
"'Not coming home', 'rethink decisions I've made'" he repeated.
"What is the meaning of this?
He looked at Narcissa, expecting an answer. She just smiled, clearly enjoying
herself.
"Oh dear, don't get your knickers in a twist." She joked before she
took a tone of mock concern. "You know, ever since you've gotten out of
Azkaban you've been in such a grim mood. I'm starting to worry about you."
Narcissa finished, laughing as though the funniest scenario lay before her
eyes.
"I hope the little brat is rethinking his decision to join the Dark
Lord." He said finally regaining his composure.
Immediately Narcissa's laugher ceased and fear began to fill her. Maybe that is
what he truly meant by 'I need time by myself to rethink some decisions I've
made.'
Why? No. It's not possible, she thought. Narcissa was convinced that Draco made
up his mind. Why change now? What did Lucius do to influence this sudden change
of heart?
When no response came from Narcissa, Lucius spoke up. "Surely, you did not
give him permission."
"He didn't need my permission. He's old enough to make his own decisions
now. I've come to terms with that and some day you will have to accept that
also."
Lucius' hand flew from his side and across Narcissa's face, bruising it. She
stumbled backward in shock.
She suddenly was overtaken by a rebellious streak. If this was the price she
had to pay to speak her mind then so be it. She didn't have to talk to prove
her point. Tonight she had had it. Tonight……she'd let her actions speak for
her.
"I make the decisions around here. Not him or you. Do you hear?"
Lucius roared.
"That's where you're wrong." She mumbled.
"Sorry I didn't hear you. What's that?" he said still glaring at her,
his tone becoming monotonous again.
Narcissa wasted no time. She flew to her closet, pulled out her traveling bags
and with a flick of her wand all her possession began to fly into the suitcase.
"What are you doing?" he asked in the same dull tone. Narcissa walked
to him and stood boldly in front of him.
"What I should have done a long time ago."
Lucius looked at her suitcase magically packing itself and he narrowed his
eyes. He couldn't believe this. His eyes refused to see what was really going
on. He stood there pondering her actions until he heard the "thud" of
her trunk.
"You're leaving me!"
"It's better than living in this god forsaken hell hole with you."
"Don't be ridiculous." He walked to her trunk and unpacks the dresses
that were already folded neatly and placed neatly on the bottom of the trunk.
Narcissa reached out to grab his wrist and Lucius' gaze met her wand, held
right in between his eyes.
"I'm doing this with or with out your cooperation." She said with
finality in his voice.
Being speechless wasn't usually a state the older Malfoy found him self in, but
now was a time in which he had nothing to say.
Moments later Narcissa was out the door and heading down the steps toward the
main entrance, with her trunk and bags with her. Without thinking Lucius ran
after her. He would let her go if his pride didn't stand in the way. He was not
going to be walked out on.
Narcissa threw her traveling cloak over her body and never once did she look at
Lucius. She wanted out. She didn't want to see him ever again. She was tired of
fighting and never winning but tonight was different. Tonight she would be
victorious.
"You can't leave me." Lucius roared storming towards her. Narcissa,
being the only one with a wand, sent a leg locker curse at him. He tumbled to
the floor still screaming obscenities at her.
"You bitch!"
"Look at you, you pathetic bastard. I wonder what you'll do without
me." She spat, staring down at him.
Narcissa felt the urge to kick him and she didn't neglect the feeling. Her
three inch heel came in full contact with his nose, breaking it.
Lucius winced but did not scream nor did he attempt to stop the bleeding.
"I don't need you... y-y- you filthy whore. GO ON. LEAVE!!"
Before walking out Narcissa put the Cruciatus curse on him. All the anger she
kept inside gave her the strength to produce the strongest curse she could. She
wanted to cause Lucius so much pain.
Narcissa watched as he writhed in pain. She let go the curse but when he opened
his mouth to say something she put it back on, this time for a shorter period.
Lucius opened his mouth again but instead of words coming out blood leaked from
him. She turned her back on him and headed to the door once more.
"You foolish woman," He started as she was opening the door to walk
out. "Where shall you go?"
This statement made Narcissa stop dead in her tracks.
"You have no one. No one cares about you, you heartless swine. You're
stuck with me" He said between coughs.
It was true she had no where to go. No one would take in the wife of Lucius
Malfoy. All her family members have either disowned her or they're dead.
How she wished that Sirius were alive. No matter how upset he was with her he
would have taken her in and her poor sister, Andromeda. She wished she hadn't
disowned her when she married that muggle. Bellatrix was to close to Lucius.
She had no one.
Defeated, again with no where to go, she turned around and headed back to her
room. She held her head high even though every inch of pride she had left was
now lost to despair and hopelessness. She could let Lucius see her weak and
beaten.
As she passed him, he grabbed her robes. Quickly she whipped around with her
wand ready.
"Stay away from me. Do you hear? Stay away!"
"You evil woman." He managed to whisper.
"I learned from the best of them." With that said she walked away
leaving behind a badly hurt Lucius.
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Draco rapidly paced through the halls toward the
headmaster's office. He could hardly contain himself with all the excitement
and triumph. He felt as though he just ran the longest race mankind could run
and won.
He had just received his mother's response, a few hours later than he expected,
but all was well. He still had enough time to set his plans in order. He was
going to see to it that he as well as Hermione enjoyed their Holiday's to the fullest
extent.
Halfway through the journey he met Professor Flitwick who informed him that the
headmaster was handling a situation on the third floor, in which involved
Peeves.
Draco immediately ran off in the other direction to meet up with Professor
Dumbledore, which wasn't necessary at all. He was already coming in their
direction.
"Good morning Professor." Flitwick squeaked. "Young Mr. Malfoy
here was just looking for you."
"Good morning to all." He said with good spirits, smiling, while his
blue eyes sparkled.
"Headmaster, I was wondering whether I could have a word with you about
the upcoming Holiday season?" Draco spoke up.
"Ah! Yes. Well let us discuss it in my office. Professor Flitwick, good
day to you and thank you for aiding my Head boy in his attempt to find me."
"Always a pleasure." Flitwick said, bowing so low that his nose
nearly touched the already close ground.
After Flitwick was a good distance down the hall, Dumbledore whispered the
password and the Gargoyle sprang to life. Up the staircase they went in
silence. Draco got the feeling that he was not trusted. Dumbledore was
uncharacteristically cold towards him.
Once inside the headmaster's office, cluttered with many odd contraptions,
Dumbledore requested that Draco take a seat.
"What is it that you wanted to see me about Draco? Could it be family
trouble?" he questioned, his gaze never wavering.
Draco was slightly annoyed by the old man's audacity to question him on such
personal matters. If he wasn't already in a bad light he would have told the
old coot off for his boldness.
"No sir. I was wondering if you could offer me some help."
"Help is always given to those who need it most Mr. Malfoy but Yes. I agree to help you, Draco. What is it
that you need?"
Draco was silent for a minute. What was Dumbledore
trying to say? 'Help is always given to those who need it most.' He didn't like
the way he stressed the "most" in the sentence. Was he inquiring that
Draco's visit for help wasn't important. Swallowing his anger, Draco began.
"For the holiday's I do not plan to go home and spend Christmas with my
family,"
Dumbledore perched an eyebrow after this statement but did not question. He sat
quietly, peering at Draco from behind his intertwined fingers.
"Instead I have made other plans. I wish to spend my Holiday's out of Hogwarts, if
that's alright with you sir, with a……" he drifted off in the middle of his
speech to find a word to describe Hermione with out reveling too much about
her.
"A
close friend." He finished while searching Dumbledore's face for any type
of emotion. Of course there was none. He had to admit, the old man was just as
good as he was.
"Well Draco, I must say, it's quite nice of you to take another student on
a vacation with you. You have my blessings and authorization, but I must inform
you that, taking this vacation requires more than permission."
"Yes sir. I understand."
"I assume you'll need a port key for you're trip. All other arrangements
can be made by none other than your self. I will visit the Ministry and get
hold of a port key for you. Furthermore, I must ask of you. Where are you
planning on going?"
"New Zealand and Rome." He answered.
"Ah! I see. New Zealand is a beautiful place. I
dare say that exploring the wizard part of it won't suffice. I encourage you to
explore the muggle part as well."
Draco nearly choked after hearing this suggestion. He knew nothing about the
Muggle world. It would be difficult to get adjusted and enjoy it.
"Sir, I know nothing about the Muggle world." Dumbledore only smiled.
"I'm sure that Ms. Granger will be more than willing to help you adjust to
the muggle way of living."
Draco's head shot up in a second. He sent Dumbledore a questioning stare. He
should have expected him to know. Nothing in this school misses Dumbledore.
"Thank you sir." Draco said getting up to exit.
"Anytime Mr. Malfoy. And please do be careful."
Draco smiled at him, the first smile ever intended for Dumbledore to see,
before heading to look for a certain Gryffindor.
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Hermione strolled towards the Great Hall. She had just
gotten word from a Ravenclaw that Filch would be waiting for students to put
their name on the list in which will inform the school staff of who will be
staying over the holiday season.
She secretly wished that she were going to a place where she could call home.
Of course she was always welcome at the Burrow, but it just wouldn't feel
right. The Burrow was cozy and warm, yes, but it wasn't home.
She remembered all those Christmas' she spent with her family. Hermione always
had something to look forward too whether it be a new book, another kiss from
Mum, or another cheerful game with Dad. It made her wonder now, how long had
this feud been going on before her mother met her tragic demise.
Depressed she may be, although she had all right to be, she was not going to
turn to destructive methods to solve her problems. There was absolutely no need
for Christmas to come and go while she loitered in her forlorn room and scared
her self.
Draco suddenly pooped into her train of thought. What was he planning? Was he
going to spend the holiday's at home although he hated it? Or was he going to
wreck havoc for Lucius? He was quite the rebel.
Draco was the most unpredictable man she had ever met, there was no telling
when or how things were going to be done or for what cause. It was almost like
being suspended by your feet from an outrageously high altitude not knowing
when gravity would take its toll on you, but you knew it would.
Draco liked to live in the fast lane, as some may call it, which pleased
Hermione. He was the complete opposite of her, her other significant half.
Hermione waited in line patiently to sign up. A minute later she was holding a
pen in her hand ready to scribble her name down.
She was halfway through her first name when the pen was abruptly whisked away.
"There will be no need for that" said a smooth, emotionless voice
behind her.
"Draco?"
"Me and only me" he replied.
Hermione turned to him with her hands on her hips awaiting an explanation.
"What do you think you're doing?" she said trying to grab the pen
back.
Draco simply side stepped her and magically erased her name off the list all
the while Filch eyeing him nastily.
"You will not be staying here at Hogwarts." Draco said, walking past
Hermione down the hall toward the Charms classroom.
"Is that a request or a demand?" She spat, slightly annoyed with
Draco.
He stopped to turn to her. He wasn't smirking like she expected him to nor was
he frowning. There was a very serious expression on his face, almost grave.
"If it was a request then I'd be asking you, and I'm not asking that you
not stay at Hogwarts, I'm telling you."
"I don't take demands from anybody. I make my own decisions and I've
decided to stay here at Hogwarts. I have no other place to go." Hermione
stubbornly argued while she struggled to catch up with Draco.
"'No place to go'" he repeated. "I find that argument extremely
hard to make when you have such a reliable boyfriend such as my self."
"What are you on about, Draco?" Hermione said as she stopped in front
of the charms classroom. A hint of excitement escaping her vioce and entwinling
in her eyes
"Listen up and listen closely." He said in a dangerous tone.
"You will not be spending your holiday here, alone, and neither will I. We
will be together, as I planned. According to my agenda we will be spending the
next few weeks touring New Zealand and dining in Rome, unless you have a
problem with that I suggest you start packing your bags and brace your self for
the most outrageous vacation that money can buy." he finished. Draco, not
waiting for a reaction opened the door to the Charms classroom and let is shut
in Hermione's face.
She stood there dumfounded, still trying to process all the information she was
just given. Unless she was mistaken, Draco just proposed to take her on a
vacation to New Zealand and Rome, both exotic places
that she'd never visited.
Was he doing it because he felt obliged to, just because they were dating? She
didn't want charity. Needless to say she was grateful for the offer but
Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit offended.
Before she could think any further Draco opened the door again, sticking his
head out.
"By the way, Merry Christmas, love."
So it isn't charity, just an extremely
extravagant present. No worries on my part then. Hermione thought to herself.
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The day faded painfully slow. After Draco gave
Hermione the news he found it hard to be within her presence with out wanting
to smoother her with kisses. He had to keep his cool demeanor. And for the
first time he was unable to contain himself.
Many times she had tried to thank him, but noisy classmates or babbling teachers
always intervened. When ever she approached him, he saw that look in her eyes
that suggested that there was something bothering her.
He knew that she was more than happy with his surprise just a bit intimidated.
It's natural for her to want to be independent. Maybe he made he feel like he
was buying her love. If that be the case then he had some explaining to do.
Hermione deserved this vacation more than she thought and Draco was going to
make her see that.
After their last class, Draco still didn't get a chance to talk to Hemione. He
sneaked off to Quidditch practice before she got a chance to spark a
conversation.
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The sky seemed to change its face almost immediately after her
last class. It was well after hours and there was still no sign of Draco.
Naturally Hermione began to worry.
She needed to talk to him, thank him really. Thank him for all he'd done for
her in a matter of three months. If Hermione made of list prior to seventh year
of all the people who provided for her most, Draco wouldn't be on it, which of
course, was before she discovered him and explored all his depths.
Becoming very restless, Hermione picked herself up and headed out to search for
him.
"Why didn't he tell me where he was going to be after class!" she
thought, then cursed her self for sounding possessive and childish.
She checked the library, Owlery, Prefects bathroom, Great Hall, and most of the
halls in the castle. No sign of him or any other student. Then it dawned on
her, he might be in the dungeons where the Slytherins dwell. She wouldn't dare
go down there though - wandless and alone.
Slightly disappointed she ended her
search and headed back to her chambers, using the main staircase. Filch never
checks the main staircase at night, simply because no other student would be
stupid enough to use it after hours. It was the hidden passages and the
abandoned corridors that he had to look out for.
As she made her way from the Great Hall toward the staircase, she saw that the
door had creaked open slightly and a cloaked figure entered. Quickly she dived
behind the nearest pillar and observed it.
The figure moved with almost a liquid grace. It looked left and right, as
though searching for and passerby's it could hex. Then slowly, the figured
lifted its hood off, revealing a shock of platinum blond hair.
Hermione let out a long sigh. The intruder was Draco. As silent as she could
she crept up behind him and slid her arms around his waist.
The touch was familiar. Draco turned around to face Hermione. "I should
have known you would be out to look for me," He paused and tsked,
"Such a worrisome soul."
"Sorry but I can't help it," she said trying to keep her voice to a
minimum.
A small smile spread across his lips as she said this. She cared for him too
much. Honestly that worried him. What if one day he were to disappoint her?
"Listen, I wanted to thank you for the present and all." Hermione
idly ran her index finger down his chest as she spoke. "It was really nice
of you……." She was cut of when Draco captured her lips with his.
Pulling away a few centimeters so that he could look deeply into her eyes he
replied "Don't thank me. You deserve this more than ever."
Draco leaned forward once more to kiss Hermione. A few millimeters more and
Hermione and Draco would have been in lip lock.
From the corridor which Hermione just came from grumbling was heard. Instantly
the two pulled apart to see what or who could it be. Next a low purr was heard.
Hermione began to panic. It was Filch.
Draco on the other hand was annoyingly calm about the situation. He seemed to
take it as a challenge more than a threat for detention. Quickly he grabbed Hermione
and pulled her outside.
"Draco what are you doing, we're going to get caught!!" Hermione whispered urgently.
"Are we really? You would think so wouldn't you?" He responded which
sent Hermione into immediate protest.
They were almost down the steps when they heard Filch at the top bellowing
"Student, ah ha!!! I got you now! Show your selves!" a demand in
which both Hermione and Draco
chose to ignore.
Suddenly, two pairs of quickened footsteps were no longer heard. A third pair
was right behind them. Draco took off in the other
direction, pulling Hermione with him. They heard
Filch swear loudly as he struggled to keep up with the escaped youths.
They were near the Quidditch pitch when Draco came to a sudden halt. He pulled of his necklace and
whispered a spell. Next his broom hovered in the air before the two. Hermione turned around nervously. Filch was a few feet
away, tripping over himself.
"Are you mad? We can't fly." She scolded.
"Yes we can. Get on."
"NO!" She said stubbornly standing in place very firmly.
"Fine, then. Have it your way."
Next Draco took off and soared into the night sky
leaving Hermione open mouthed a few feet below him.
"The nerve of him" she thought. How could he leave her stranded like
this? Hermione paced nervously. Filch was still
several meters away. She could still run.
Then she felt herself being lifted off the ground and strong arms pulling her
upwards. This was done as swiftly as the wind blows. She was about to let out a
high pitched scream when she felt a warm hand over her mouth.
Positioning herself on the broom. Hermione
straddled Draco. He removed his hand from her mouth
and then went back to concentrating on his flying. His face was screwed up in
concentration as he took them higher and higher. He smiled each time Hermione shrieked as he did various turns and dives. They
zoomed over the forbidden forest, went through it and then circulated the
castle.
Finally when they were both convinced that Filch had retired back to the
castle, they flew at a steady pace. Hermione finally
relaxed and Draco took the opportunity to spark a
conversation.
"Well that felt good."
"Sure," she replied shakily, "Nice flying by the way.
"Thanks."
Hermione leaned closer to his chest and gripped him
hard as though she was afraid of falling.
"You look all shook up. You want me to land." He asked.
"No."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"Just go, Draco. Take me higher." Draco smiled weakly while searching her face for some sort
of doubt or fear. He could not see a trace of wither one. He had her trust. So
it is said, and so it shall be done. Draco gripped
the front of his broom and prepared to soar.
Hermione looked up as the night sky kissed her face.
The stars that sparkled like diamonds seemed to get closer and closer. It was
within reach but still so far away.
Just like her relationship with Draco. She wanted to
get closer to him, much closer to him than they already were. There was
something more. Hermione needed to feel that they
both knew how profound this relationship was. Maybe it was time to take it to
the next level.
As he took her higher, Draco wished she'd never let
go of him. He cared for her, yes. In a way he's never cared for anyone else but
he didn't consider it love. That was something he was not capable of. If he was
in love then some one had to make him see it because he could
not.
He knew she loved him. He saw right through her. Everything she did exposed
her, feelings the way she looked at him, the way her voice fills with fear when
he's in turmoil, the way she held him, the way she carefully chose her words to
express how she felt and most of all the way she refused to believe in
boundaries, which in her book, may have been meant to be broken down.
"Draco…." she whispered.
"Yes."
"I don't think you understand?" she whispered into his chest.
"Understand what?"
"It can't be explained. You just need to feel what its like."
Draco still not comprehending inquired, "Feel
like what?" Hermione lifted her head to look him
directly into those pale blue pools of emotion.
"Feel what its like to be whole again."
Now, truly, Hermione knew what it was like to be
complete. Once before she was broken, torn, and helpless, shattered into a
million pieces and now it was as though she were a new person, all because of
him.
Many months of insecurity, torment, and pain had led her to a new out look on
life and she was ready to tackle anything that came her way.
Tonight Hermione felt as though she had another
battle to fight and sure enough victory would be hers. Between her and Draco, a new type of understanding needed to be
established. Not just an emotional one, but a physical one.
Hermione let a stray tear fall from her honey brown
eyes before speaking "I hate it when your not there. I HATE missing you at
night. Draco I need you to stay with me tonight and
not just stay. I need you, and everything that you have to offer."
He stared at the beauty in front of him. Could this be it? Did she finally want
to make love to him? For Draco this was something
new. He had bedded many women before, but never had he made love to them.
The thought of expressing emotions through passionate sex made him leak with
anticipation. No words just physical contact that stressed the point of enough
for them both to understand fully.
Hermione frowned when Draco
didn't respond. Maybe he was reconsidering his answer to her request. She let a
few more tears fall from her eyes as she turned away to hide them. She didn't
want to show him how rejected she felt at the moment.
Draco watched her as she turned away from him, trying
to hide her face. Hermione was the classic tormented
beauty with her silky hair suspended in air, tears falling gracefully from her
eyes, and a pained expression, which was hidden well on her face.
It wasn't just her vulnerability that made Hermione
special to Draco. It was the touch of her skin upon
his, her deep chocolate eyes, her innocent face, the fire that raced through
him when their eyes met, the familiar feeling he had when she was near, the
jealous rage she put him in when she was in another man's presence.
Honestly, she was worth it.
Draco wiped away a fresh tear from her already damp
cheek. Pulling her closer to him, he lightly placed his lips onto hers and
whispered "I'll stay."
Next, Draco ravished Hermione's
mouth, exploring every crevice as he plunged into a heart stopping dive. In a
matter of five minutes they were inside of Draco's
bed chambers.
The pair made their way to his bed. Draco, having
stripped of his cloak, proceeded to undress Hermione.
They fell onto each other, Draco on top, in an almost
slow gracefully motion with the moonlight perfectly accenting certain parts of
their faces.
Draco unbuttoned Hermione's
shirt, slowly, while keeping eye contact with her. She smiled playfully while
she traced his sharp features with her finger. As soon as the last button was
undone, Draco buried himself in her curve of her
neck, inhaling her sweet fragrance.
He planted feathery light kisses all down her neck until he found her soft spot
and bit into her. He heard Hermione gasp as a shock
of pleasure electrocuted every nerve and hormone in her body. This is exactly
what she wanted. To feel what Draco could do to her.
Once she was discarded of her shirt, and revealing the black satin bra she wore
underneath, Draco moved down to her skirt. Before he
could undo the button, Hermione stopped him. Smiling
wickedly she flipped on top of him.
Hermione undid the buttons of his shirt and slid it
right off him, purposely passing the palms of her hand over his shoulders and
onto his chest. His toned, golden body was of no surprise to
her.
She sat up positioning herself in the right spot. She maneuvered herself in
such a way that she could feel his erect manhood in between her legs. Heat, yes
the heat. She needed to feel that inticing heat.
This course of action made Draco shiver
involuntarily. He had to admit it; Hermione knew what
she was doing. The Gryffindor lioness decided to take
over and show who was boss.
She bent over and pressed her lips on his chest. His smooth skin felt so right
against her lips. Going downward in a vertical line, she "kissed" her
way to his belt, where she stopped to look up at him.
Before she could unbuckle the belt, Draco pulled her
upward into a tantalizing kiss. At some point she heard the clank of his belt
hitting the floor and his pants sliding down his lean legs.
Easing upward to straddle him, Hermione brushed
against his manhood, putting more pressure on it than she intended to. Draco emitted a soft growl and tugged slightly on her hair.
His hands, working its way from her hair, crept up her back and undid the clasp
of her bra. Involuntarily Hermione shivered and
covered herself with her arm.
Draco pulled her hands away from her chest and saw
that she was blushing. Right there before him, a pair of erect nipples waited
for him.
While admiring her, he saw that Hermione's hands were
creeping up to cover herself again. Quickly he grabbed her and leaned into
whisper in her ear.
"Don't hide. Your beautiful……perfect."
An appreciative smile spread across her lips as he complimented her. Inch by
inch, as they got closer to each other her self esteem grew more and more. She
felt beautiful and only Draco could make her feel
this way.
Quickly Draco switched positions, with Hermione lying, in all her naked glory, under him. He
made a trail of kisses from the crook of her neck to her nipple. He captured it
in his mouth and began to swirl his tongue over it. He did the same for other
nipple before blowing lightly upon it, creating a myriad of goose bumps on her
skin.
A distant voice began to invade her mind as Draco
ravished her. As much as she tried to block it out it came back in a haunting
whisper. This was not the time to have disembodied voices invade her memory.
"What are you going to do now my
sweet, your trapped?"
Trapped? Hermione was no where close to that. Who did
this voice belong to? She dismissed the thought and laid back, worry free.
Draco ran his tongue down her stomach and undid her
skirt with his teeth, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. The only
garment left was her matching satin panties that rested nicely on the curve of
her hips.
"You'll never escape" the voice
demanded again this time much more clear. The voice was very familiar. If only
she could match it to a face.
Draco continued his kissing down her leg and the
inside of her thigh, rubbing her middle while he did so. Hermione
could hardly contain herself. She wanted more.
Draco was taking his sweet time with her, although
she preferred it that way, but the way he teased her so made her want to pounce
herself onto him that next instant, where she belonged.
She was quite unaware that she was now moaning loudly. Draco
moved back up to her lips trying to cease the moaning and replacing it with a
hungry kiss.
Hermione pulled of his boxers. She felt his member
spring out. She caught it in her hand, massaging it. Draco
moaned and deepened the kiss. He ran his hand down her side and pulled of the
satin garment, the only thing in between them.
Once the satin barrier was gone she felt oddly exposed. Now it was only him and
her, no clothes, just flesh upon flesh with heat intermingling between them.
She felt Draco on the tip of her opening.
"You're mine
forever," the voice whispered again.
"No… no. I belong to no one" She whispered.
Luckily Draco didn't hear.
"YOUR TRAPPED!" said the demanding voice of her father in her head.
Suddenly Hermione began to recap what happened to her
the day her father tried to rape her.
"YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE!" Hermione saw his
mangy hand snake around her arm. The image of his face flashed before her.
Again she felt trapped and terrified just like the night when he almost caught
her. In the pale blue pools just a few centimeters from her own she saw images
from that dreadful night.
She closed her eyes and she felt Draco's soft lips on
hers. This did nothing to stop the horrid memory from playing like a movie in
front of her.
She was running, scrambling out the door and her father coming after her.
"YOUR MINE FOREVER!!! JUST LIKE YOUR
MOTHER!"
"NO!" she yelled. Draco paused immediately
looking up at her with the greatest concern.
"What is it?" he asked, rolling over to the side pulling Hermione on top of him. She was shivering mercilessly. Draco embraced her, placing his warm arms in the right
spot. Hermione immediately relaxed.
"I'm sorry. I can't do this. Not tonight." She fought back tears that
were threatening to spill.
"Was it something I did?" Draco inquired,
running his hands through her hair.
"No….it wasn't you. It's--." Her voice broke and she buried herself
in the crook of his neck to stifle the sobs that was about to escape her lips.
"I understand" He cooed, kissing her forehead. He didn't have a clue
why she didn't want to go any further, especially since they had gotten that
far. He was disappointed, but he respected her choice.
The pair lay in silence, thinking. Draco had fallen
asleep but Hermione was up trying to comprehend this
situation. Why was it that now that this memory came flooding back?
Hermione thought she had gotten over that stage of
her life. Obviously the memory will always be there, haunting her day and
night. Could this be the reason why she refrained from any sex? The fear or
being claimed as property, caged, trapped with no where to escape.
Her new phobia would definitely challenge her relationship with Draco, especially since she introduced the next phase of
the relationship.
Typical. No matter how far she stretched for those
stars they were always out of reach……..it was just the same with Draco and it always will be.
A/n: Yeah!!! Finally. I' m sorry I took so long. It's
just that school has started and everything is so hectic. This is going to slow
down my updates. Please bear with me!!!
I swear. it's going to be worth it. Chapters with huge
themes that I'd like to introduce are going to take a while to write. They have
to be perfect!!! Lol.
Review and tell me what you thought of this chapter. I would like to hear about
the love scene. This is first full one in the story. Maybe it needs something,
I dunno? Thank you to all my reviewers. I love you
guys. Btw, love-princess1 I thought your poem was cute.
Oh and another thing. Erotophobia is the fear of
sexual love and sexual questions. This just happens to be a problem for Hermione…….for now. *hint hint. R/R please.
