Disclaimer: I will never own any Harry potter characters. I'm afraid they belong to the 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.