Chapter 20: The end of an Innocence.
Days passed and Hermione still had not uttered a word to Draco. They would make eye contact but she would quickly turn away from his stare each time, knowing what it could do to her. His stormy gray eyes told his story.
Hermione had reacquainted herself with Potter and Weasley and thus the Golden trio was reunited once more and now with the same enemy to battle, Draco Malfoy. For the first time Draco felt like the one who was being targeted, plotted against, and despised. At the moment he felt crushed and angry. There was nothing he could do about the way he felt. A serge of natural jealousy washed over him every time he saw her with them, Potter and Weasley. Draco went to bed angry every night and woke up the same way. Of course from the sidelines it would seem as though Draco was the bait once more, however Hermione tried her best to keep Harry and Ron away from him, for their own good as well as Draco's. There need not be any fights all on account of her. She had had enough of all the animosity. She would be better off to not have any contact with Draco.
Hermione could not deny it. She still felt something for Draco but she tried so desperately to tell herself she was wasting her time caring about him when he did not return that same care or love. She often wondered how she got herself involved with Draco and why. He intrigued her, very much so but when pure amazement turned into fear she decided it was time to leave and start anew.
Although their relationship seemed to have come to a dead end she knew Draco had something in store for her. He was not quite ready to give up on her and she could see it in his eyes every time he looked at her. It never ended with Draco. All Hermione would have to do is brace herself. And when she was presented with the opportunity to end it she would try her best to.
After the first three weeks Draco decided that he needed to vent his anger or seek advice. He decided to heed Pansy's advice and went to see his mother, the only other woman he could confide in.
Once again, Draco would risk his title as head boy and break the rule: No loitering after hours at Hogwarts. He had snuck out many times before and he would have to do it many other times after tonight. He had to plan his visit well. It would have to be a time when Lucius was never home. On Wednesday nights he was usually out at a death eater meeting planning the next series of events that would shake the press and frighten the entire wizarding world.
When Draco reached the manor the entire house was dark. Down the hall he could see the faint beam of dark orange candle light coming from the study. As silent as he could, he walked to the study and found his mother lounging in the daybed, with her back turned to him. He could see his eerie dark shadow on the wall of red and orange as he walked over to her. Before he could greet his mother she spoke up.
"I was wondering when you would come visit me," she said while sitting up from her lounging position. "Draco" Narcissa turned to her son to see him towering over her with a slight smile on his face.
"Hello mother." Draco responded. Narcissa noticed that his voice was some what hollow and lacking any emotion. It was not like Draco to greet her in such a somber manner. He would greet other people, people he had no respect for in that manner, but not his mother.
"How long has it been since I seen you smile, Draco?" She asked caressing her grown son's face with her pale white hand.
"I can not say Mother, maybe months, possibly years."
"Now, when I see a slight trace of one it disappears before I can admire it." Narcissa said, searching her sons face for a response.
"Yes well that happens, Mother." he stated flatly and walking over to the closed curtains to open them, revealing the beautiful landscape lit by a bright moon.
"It makes me think there is something bothering you. Are you here to see your father?" Draco shot his mother a deadly look at the mention of the word "father."
"You use the term "father" loosely when it comes to Lucius." He said, trying to push the bitterness out of his voice.
"Well I suppose I do." was her simple response
"No I am not here to see Lucius but now I assume that you know about his proposal." Draco asked turning to face his mother. She looked much older and stressed since the last time he saw her.
"Of course." Narcissa said, wrapping her arms around herself. The Manor was always a bit chilly.
"I expect you would. I bet he's been talking about it a lot lately. This is his life long dream, for me to walk beside him as not only his son but as a death eater." Silence followed this statement because both Narcissa and Draco needed a minute to reflect on this.
"I want to let you know whatever decision you make......I support you." Narcissa spoke up after the brief pause. She spoke in the defiant manner of a lawyer ready to defend her case.
"Then you will be supporting me when I disgrace the family name."
"You're not joining them?"
"I never wanted to."
Narcissa nearly screamed with delight after hearing this.
"See what they've done to your father. I don't want that for you Draco," She said approaching Draco at the large French windows. She continued as she rested her hand on his shoulders grasping him tightly. Fear filled her voice. "But I also do not want a dead son. What are you going to do about them?"
"I have a plan," Draco walked away from his mother, knowing he was lying to both himself as well as his mother. He took a seat on the armchair opposite the daybed and starred at the flickering candle light, thinking hard. He had no idea what he would do but for his mother's sake he admitted he had a plan. Indeed there would be a plan but it would take some time and wit to concoct. His followers are naïve but the Dark Lord was not.
"What, may I ask, is the cause for this sudden change?" Narcissa asked almost immediately after. She was very curious to know what made him so passionate about the subject.
"I've never wanted to be apart of that society. But I must confess that a set of recent events also helped me to realize I did not want any part of that." Draco responded truthfully. Hermione had helped him to realize that he wanted to be with her more than to be the right hand of Voldemort. Draco mentally made a list of priorities and decided that power was not on the top anymore.
"Or I suppose the better question to ask is, who is the cause for this sudden change?" Narcissa inquired, standing in front of Draco and blocking his view of the burning flames. Slowly his eyes moved from her torso to her face. She had an uncanny ability to expose the hidden.
"A love interest, maybe?" she added when no response came from Draco.
"Mother is this your only way of finding sight into the romantic aspect of my life." Draco laughed and released himself from his mother's stare.
"Ah! One does exist." She was determined to find an answer to her question. Narcissa was hopeful that there was some one who was responsible for this change because possibly it was a change for the better.
"There has always been one, mother, ever since I was fifteen."
"You're older now so I assumed you would find more meaning in your relationships."
"I suppose I should." Draco finished shortly in a near whisper. He ran his palms over his face. The comment was meant for him to ponder more than for his mother. He supposed he should find meaning in his relationship with Hermione but lately that has been hard to do.
"Who is she, then?" Narcissa continued
"Hermione Granger."
"Isn't that the muggle born witch with the bushy hair that you dislike?"
"Yes but after this year that bushy haired girl became something of a conquest for me and it evolved into something much more. Something I've never really had any experience with." Draco talked as he paced back and forth throughout the room, running his hand through his hair. Narcissa sat on the day bed in an upright position and watched Draco carry on this nervous behavior.
"She must be one to stir feelings inside of you you've never felt before." Narcissa suggested.
"I know the feeling." He replied.
"How do you feel about her?"
"I don't know and that's a problem."
Narcissa, feeling sorry for her son, offered the best advice she could give him. It was clear that Draco needed guidance but he was holding back in both situations. This was one of his main drawbacks.
"You obviously care for her." Draco nodded to this.
"However I guess the question she's asking herself is the same question you should be asking yourself, do you love her?"
"That's a strong term, love. I'm not sure if I can do that."
"Do not think you are incapable of doing so. If you are still human you can love. It's what makes human beings great creature. We have so many levels and you, Draco, I know for a fact has much depth. Truthfully, it's not like you have a heart of stone, Draco." Narcissa argued her point until she could get Draco to understand what he must do.
"Sometimes it's very hard not to believe that I do."
"Do you love her?"
"I can't say. I'm undecided"
"Well that's a problem, isn't it?"
"I don't want to ever lose her. Its sounds cliché, but she's the best thing that could have happened to me." Draco stopped pacing, slowly dropped his hand from his hair, and stood boldly in front of his mother. "I was a very different person before Hermione. I guess you can say she helped me through some internal struggles and I help to pull her out of her depression. How she makes me feel, I can not describe it but I know I'm addicted to it. You would call that loving a person but I classify it as something different. I don't know what love is and how to do it."
"Why are you telling me this?" Narcissa's voice lowered to a soft whisper.
"You wanted to know." he responded, raising his eyebrow, while looking at his mother.
"As well as Hermione so," Narcissa put emphasis on her last statement and dragged the last word out so that Draco would be anxious to hear what followed. She continued in a normal cheery manner. "What I want to know my son is why you are still here?"
Soon realization dawned on Draco and before Narcissa could say goodnight, she was left to talk to was the breath of wind he left as he sped out of the room.
In a matter of seconds Draco found himself in front of the Hogwarts castle on this clear windy night, looking up at Hermione's room window. As silent as he could, Draco walked upstairs to the Head's quarters in search of Hermione.
When he arrived, Draco found Hermione in the common room reading in front of the fireplace. She lay on her back with her legs crossed and a heavy leather bound text book propped up on her stomach.
"It's late shouldn't you be asleep." Draco replied eyeing Hermione on the floor. She wore a black night shirt that was too big to be her own. It reached her mid- thigh and it fell off her right shoulder as if she had just carelessly thrown it on.
"It's late shouldn't you stay in the castle." Hermione replied without bothering to look at Draco.
"You saw me leave, then?" Draco walked over to the arm chair and made him self comfortable.
"Yes," Hermione said slowly as she sat up to face Draco. "Do not worry I was not planning to follow you...again." She continued in sarcastic tones. Draco felt his conscience become ten pounds heavier after this statement.
"Look I'm sorry." He said
"You're sorry," Hermione hissed, narrowing her eyes. By this time she was already off of the floor and standing in front of Draco. When Draco looked at Hermione this very moment he no longer saw a naïve school girl he saw a woman who was not in for bullshit.
"You're sorry." She repeated much louder this time. Draco did not answer her but instead studied her posture. Her arms were hanging by her side, the text book in her right hand. Her head was titled slightly to the side, causing her loose tresses to fall down over her left shoulder. She bent one knee slightly. Her night gown, Draco now saw, fit her loosely but still showed off the curves in her breast and hips.
"I don't even think you know what you should be sorry for." Hermione finalized with disgust in her voice. She turned away from him and tossing the book at him, narrowly missing his head.
"I do know I'm sorry for acting the way I did." He responded in attempt to get her attention again.
"No you're sorry because you feel that it's the right thing to do. You can not fool me, Draco."
"Do you know how hard that was for me to do?" Draco roared, standing up and storming towards Hermione.
"No, so basically we're both wasting our time here." Hermione kept her cool demeanor.
"So you're telling me that I'm wasting my time here preparing to tell you I love you." Draco said
"What did you say?" Hermione's voice dropped to a soft whisper.
"I wanted to let you know that I love you although I never show it." Draco said, becoming uncharacteristically shy. He snaked his hands around Hermione's waist bringing her closer and placing his lips on her forehead.
Hermione took a moment to savor his touch, the touch she had been missing for many nights. It felt good being embraced. Draco brought some type of warmth that no one else possessed.
"Don't you dare say that! Don't you dare." Hermione whispered, not able to control her self as Draco slowly moved his lips from her forehead down to the tip of her nose and then finally to her own lips. Soon, as if drugged, Hermione's eyelids closed and she pressed her hand against his chest.
Before Draco could part her lips with his tongue Hermione cried "No." and now her gentle tug of his shirt became a push. "It's not fair how you think you can come here and says you love me to make up for three weeks of lost time. Its not fair how you think you can come and turn things upside down again." She cried walking backwards, her arms folded across her chest like a stubborn child.
"What is it that you want Hermione?" Draco yelled getting frustrated. "Tell me because I don't have the slightest clue. You want me to spell it out on my wrist with a bloody razor, like you did? You want me to try and jump over a cliff to prove it? You want me to break down and cry? Well not this fucking Malfoy, Hermione." As soon as Draco saw the hurt expression on Hermione's face he regretted those last few words.
"I want the truth. The honest truth." She said holding back tears.
"You want truth and I'm giving it to you. What else do you want, tangible evidence?" Draco began to rub his hand up and down his body as if searching for something. "Well look I have none." He finished with ripping his shirt off and throwing it in a corner, to exaggerate his point.
"Apparently my word isn't good enough anymore." He completed his tyrant with this solitary statement which said more in a few words than it could in one paragraph.
From the corner she was standing in, Hermione slowly approached Draco who leaned on the wall by the fireplace. He folded her arms across his broad chest and his eyes were set on the floor. He did not realize that Hermione was coming towards him until she touched his face and ran her trembling hands down his cheek.
She took a moment to search his eyes and afterwards she swiftly captured Draco's lips with her own. The kiss was long and slow at first then it intensified as they slid down the wall and in front of the fireplace. Each tangled their bodies' with the others, trying to capture all of the heat and pleasure the other had to offer.
Slow tantalizing minutes passed in front of the fireplace in which Draco was stripped of most of his clothing and was only left with his navy blue boxers. Painfully, they both tried to keep the pace slow. Heated kisses and hair raising touches were shared on the plush red carpet.
Breaking away from a kiss, Draco inched his hand up Hermione's leg and to his final destination. A smile twitched on his lips as Draco part her legs. Excitement pumped in his veins, making him wild and ready to devour Hermione. He watched in amusement as she squirmed and bit her lip hard as he teased her with great skill. It pleased him to know that he was the only one who could make her feel that way.
Not able to take it any more Hermione sat up and placed her mouth close to Draco's ear, softly moaning. This is exactly what she wanted.....that feeling, the touch, and the heat. As she nibbled his ear she moved her own hand up between her legs to capture Draco's before he made her wake up the entire castle.
Straddling him and smiling wickedly, Hermione inched her shirt off her torso and threw it aside. She was left in white lace panties. Draco took a moment to observe her body and felt a spontaneous tingle in his groin area. Her delicate curves were further accentuated by the glow from the fire, casting a strong fearful aurora around her.
For a moment they both stared at each other, not speaking but just enjoying the silence. Hermione's head was bended slightly to side causing her tresses to fall over her shoulder and she eyed Draco under hooded eyes. He took his hand and ran it from her hair down to her breast, stopping momentarily and then moving down to her flat stomach. Draco then moved both his hands down her shoulders and over her breast, passing his thumbs over her erected nipples slightly. As he did this Hermione threw her head back, while closing her eyes and her opening her mouth slightly in pleasure.
Draco brought his lips to her lips and lightly pushed Hermione down onto her back. Slowly as her back came closer to the carpet his lips traveled further down her body, leaving behind traces of soft kisses making Hermione shiver all the way. She felt the wetness of his velvety tongue on her chest.
Swiftly Draco moved back up to her neck and placed his head in the crook of her neck securely placing himself in between Hermione's leg. She inhaled breathily as she felt the shape of Draco's manhood in between her leg, rubbing up against her through his boxers and her thin panties. The heat increased. Hermione ran her hands down his back and to the waist of his boxers.
Grabbing his face so he looked into her eyes Hermione slid her hand into his boxers, making Draco moan throatily and collapse onto her chest. "Don't" he moaned to her but with his eyes he said "Don't stop" Hermione then pulled his boxers down and Draco further assisted by pulling it past his ankles and away from him.
The pain that Draco was going through to resist was too much for him to handle now. With his teeth he pulled the lace piece separating him from Hermione. Draco looked into her eyes as if asking for permission and with a slight nod Hermione gave him the permission he needed.
He placed the tip of his manhood in her opening and waited. Then swooping down on her to kiss her he slowly slid himself into her. He felt her body convulse then relax. Hermione released herself from the kiss and hissed in pain and then slump back with a smile on her face. It was done, she was not longer a virgin.
Draco thrust himself into her slowly at first and then picking up the pace loving every moment of it. The pair of them did not even notice the fire dying down beside them. When finally the fire was out completely and the room was only lit by the mauve moonlight peeking through the curtains, Draco and Hermione stopped. A slight breeze cooled the room.
.
"You're shivering" Draco said looking at the open window. He pulled Hermione up so that she was straddling him
Grabbing his face and directing his gaze from the window she said "You do that to me sometimes."
Days passed and Hermione still had not uttered a word to Draco. They would make eye contact but she would quickly turn away from his stare each time, knowing what it could do to her. His stormy gray eyes told his story.
Hermione had reacquainted herself with Potter and Weasley and thus the Golden trio was reunited once more and now with the same enemy to battle, Draco Malfoy. For the first time Draco felt like the one who was being targeted, plotted against, and despised. At the moment he felt crushed and angry. There was nothing he could do about the way he felt. A serge of natural jealousy washed over him every time he saw her with them, Potter and Weasley. Draco went to bed angry every night and woke up the same way. Of course from the sidelines it would seem as though Draco was the bait once more, however Hermione tried her best to keep Harry and Ron away from him, for their own good as well as Draco's. There need not be any fights all on account of her. She had had enough of all the animosity. She would be better off to not have any contact with Draco.
Hermione could not deny it. She still felt something for Draco but she tried so desperately to tell herself she was wasting her time caring about him when he did not return that same care or love. She often wondered how she got herself involved with Draco and why. He intrigued her, very much so but when pure amazement turned into fear she decided it was time to leave and start anew.
Although their relationship seemed to have come to a dead end she knew Draco had something in store for her. He was not quite ready to give up on her and she could see it in his eyes every time he looked at her. It never ended with Draco. All Hermione would have to do is brace herself. And when she was presented with the opportunity to end it she would try her best to.
After the first three weeks Draco decided that he needed to vent his anger or seek advice. He decided to heed Pansy's advice and went to see his mother, the only other woman he could confide in.
Once again, Draco would risk his title as head boy and break the rule: No loitering after hours at Hogwarts. He had snuck out many times before and he would have to do it many other times after tonight. He had to plan his visit well. It would have to be a time when Lucius was never home. On Wednesday nights he was usually out at a death eater meeting planning the next series of events that would shake the press and frighten the entire wizarding world.
When Draco reached the manor the entire house was dark. Down the hall he could see the faint beam of dark orange candle light coming from the study. As silent as he could, he walked to the study and found his mother lounging in the daybed, with her back turned to him. He could see his eerie dark shadow on the wall of red and orange as he walked over to her. Before he could greet his mother she spoke up.
"I was wondering when you would come visit me," she said while sitting up from her lounging position. "Draco" Narcissa turned to her son to see him towering over her with a slight smile on his face.
"Hello mother." Draco responded. Narcissa noticed that his voice was some what hollow and lacking any emotion. It was not like Draco to greet her in such a somber manner. He would greet other people, people he had no respect for in that manner, but not his mother.
"How long has it been since I seen you smile, Draco?" She asked caressing her grown son's face with her pale white hand.
"I can not say Mother, maybe months, possibly years."
"Now, when I see a slight trace of one it disappears before I can admire it." Narcissa said, searching her sons face for a response.
"Yes well that happens, Mother." he stated flatly and walking over to the closed curtains to open them, revealing the beautiful landscape lit by a bright moon.
"It makes me think there is something bothering you. Are you here to see your father?" Draco shot his mother a deadly look at the mention of the word "father."
"You use the term "father" loosely when it comes to Lucius." He said, trying to push the bitterness out of his voice.
"Well I suppose I do." was her simple response
"No I am not here to see Lucius but now I assume that you know about his proposal." Draco asked turning to face his mother. She looked much older and stressed since the last time he saw her.
"Of course." Narcissa said, wrapping her arms around herself. The Manor was always a bit chilly.
"I expect you would. I bet he's been talking about it a lot lately. This is his life long dream, for me to walk beside him as not only his son but as a death eater." Silence followed this statement because both Narcissa and Draco needed a minute to reflect on this.
"I want to let you know whatever decision you make......I support you." Narcissa spoke up after the brief pause. She spoke in the defiant manner of a lawyer ready to defend her case.
"Then you will be supporting me when I disgrace the family name."
"You're not joining them?"
"I never wanted to."
Narcissa nearly screamed with delight after hearing this.
"See what they've done to your father. I don't want that for you Draco," She said approaching Draco at the large French windows. She continued as she rested her hand on his shoulders grasping him tightly. Fear filled her voice. "But I also do not want a dead son. What are you going to do about them?"
"I have a plan," Draco walked away from his mother, knowing he was lying to both himself as well as his mother. He took a seat on the armchair opposite the daybed and starred at the flickering candle light, thinking hard. He had no idea what he would do but for his mother's sake he admitted he had a plan. Indeed there would be a plan but it would take some time and wit to concoct. His followers are naïve but the Dark Lord was not.
"What, may I ask, is the cause for this sudden change?" Narcissa asked almost immediately after. She was very curious to know what made him so passionate about the subject.
"I've never wanted to be apart of that society. But I must confess that a set of recent events also helped me to realize I did not want any part of that." Draco responded truthfully. Hermione had helped him to realize that he wanted to be with her more than to be the right hand of Voldemort. Draco mentally made a list of priorities and decided that power was not on the top anymore.
"Or I suppose the better question to ask is, who is the cause for this sudden change?" Narcissa inquired, standing in front of Draco and blocking his view of the burning flames. Slowly his eyes moved from her torso to her face. She had an uncanny ability to expose the hidden.
"A love interest, maybe?" she added when no response came from Draco.
"Mother is this your only way of finding sight into the romantic aspect of my life." Draco laughed and released himself from his mother's stare.
"Ah! One does exist." She was determined to find an answer to her question. Narcissa was hopeful that there was some one who was responsible for this change because possibly it was a change for the better.
"There has always been one, mother, ever since I was fifteen."
"You're older now so I assumed you would find more meaning in your relationships."
"I suppose I should." Draco finished shortly in a near whisper. He ran his palms over his face. The comment was meant for him to ponder more than for his mother. He supposed he should find meaning in his relationship with Hermione but lately that has been hard to do.
"Who is she, then?" Narcissa continued
"Hermione Granger."
"Isn't that the muggle born witch with the bushy hair that you dislike?"
"Yes but after this year that bushy haired girl became something of a conquest for me and it evolved into something much more. Something I've never really had any experience with." Draco talked as he paced back and forth throughout the room, running his hand through his hair. Narcissa sat on the day bed in an upright position and watched Draco carry on this nervous behavior.
"She must be one to stir feelings inside of you you've never felt before." Narcissa suggested.
"I know the feeling." He replied.
"How do you feel about her?"
"I don't know and that's a problem."
Narcissa, feeling sorry for her son, offered the best advice she could give him. It was clear that Draco needed guidance but he was holding back in both situations. This was one of his main drawbacks.
"You obviously care for her." Draco nodded to this.
"However I guess the question she's asking herself is the same question you should be asking yourself, do you love her?"
"That's a strong term, love. I'm not sure if I can do that."
"Do not think you are incapable of doing so. If you are still human you can love. It's what makes human beings great creature. We have so many levels and you, Draco, I know for a fact has much depth. Truthfully, it's not like you have a heart of stone, Draco." Narcissa argued her point until she could get Draco to understand what he must do.
"Sometimes it's very hard not to believe that I do."
"Do you love her?"
"I can't say. I'm undecided"
"Well that's a problem, isn't it?"
"I don't want to ever lose her. Its sounds cliché, but she's the best thing that could have happened to me." Draco stopped pacing, slowly dropped his hand from his hair, and stood boldly in front of his mother. "I was a very different person before Hermione. I guess you can say she helped me through some internal struggles and I help to pull her out of her depression. How she makes me feel, I can not describe it but I know I'm addicted to it. You would call that loving a person but I classify it as something different. I don't know what love is and how to do it."
"Why are you telling me this?" Narcissa's voice lowered to a soft whisper.
"You wanted to know." he responded, raising his eyebrow, while looking at his mother.
"As well as Hermione so," Narcissa put emphasis on her last statement and dragged the last word out so that Draco would be anxious to hear what followed. She continued in a normal cheery manner. "What I want to know my son is why you are still here?"
Soon realization dawned on Draco and before Narcissa could say goodnight, she was left to talk to was the breath of wind he left as he sped out of the room.
In a matter of seconds Draco found himself in front of the Hogwarts castle on this clear windy night, looking up at Hermione's room window. As silent as he could, Draco walked upstairs to the Head's quarters in search of Hermione.
When he arrived, Draco found Hermione in the common room reading in front of the fireplace. She lay on her back with her legs crossed and a heavy leather bound text book propped up on her stomach.
"It's late shouldn't you be asleep." Draco replied eyeing Hermione on the floor. She wore a black night shirt that was too big to be her own. It reached her mid- thigh and it fell off her right shoulder as if she had just carelessly thrown it on.
"It's late shouldn't you stay in the castle." Hermione replied without bothering to look at Draco.
"You saw me leave, then?" Draco walked over to the arm chair and made him self comfortable.
"Yes," Hermione said slowly as she sat up to face Draco. "Do not worry I was not planning to follow you...again." She continued in sarcastic tones. Draco felt his conscience become ten pounds heavier after this statement.
"Look I'm sorry." He said
"You're sorry," Hermione hissed, narrowing her eyes. By this time she was already off of the floor and standing in front of Draco. When Draco looked at Hermione this very moment he no longer saw a naïve school girl he saw a woman who was not in for bullshit.
"You're sorry." She repeated much louder this time. Draco did not answer her but instead studied her posture. Her arms were hanging by her side, the text book in her right hand. Her head was titled slightly to the side, causing her loose tresses to fall down over her left shoulder. She bent one knee slightly. Her night gown, Draco now saw, fit her loosely but still showed off the curves in her breast and hips.
"I don't even think you know what you should be sorry for." Hermione finalized with disgust in her voice. She turned away from him and tossing the book at him, narrowly missing his head.
"I do know I'm sorry for acting the way I did." He responded in attempt to get her attention again.
"No you're sorry because you feel that it's the right thing to do. You can not fool me, Draco."
"Do you know how hard that was for me to do?" Draco roared, standing up and storming towards Hermione.
"No, so basically we're both wasting our time here." Hermione kept her cool demeanor.
"So you're telling me that I'm wasting my time here preparing to tell you I love you." Draco said
"What did you say?" Hermione's voice dropped to a soft whisper.
"I wanted to let you know that I love you although I never show it." Draco said, becoming uncharacteristically shy. He snaked his hands around Hermione's waist bringing her closer and placing his lips on her forehead.
Hermione took a moment to savor his touch, the touch she had been missing for many nights. It felt good being embraced. Draco brought some type of warmth that no one else possessed.
"Don't you dare say that! Don't you dare." Hermione whispered, not able to control her self as Draco slowly moved his lips from her forehead down to the tip of her nose and then finally to her own lips. Soon, as if drugged, Hermione's eyelids closed and she pressed her hand against his chest.
Before Draco could part her lips with his tongue Hermione cried "No." and now her gentle tug of his shirt became a push. "It's not fair how you think you can come here and says you love me to make up for three weeks of lost time. Its not fair how you think you can come and turn things upside down again." She cried walking backwards, her arms folded across her chest like a stubborn child.
"What is it that you want Hermione?" Draco yelled getting frustrated. "Tell me because I don't have the slightest clue. You want me to spell it out on my wrist with a bloody razor, like you did? You want me to try and jump over a cliff to prove it? You want me to break down and cry? Well not this fucking Malfoy, Hermione." As soon as Draco saw the hurt expression on Hermione's face he regretted those last few words.
"I want the truth. The honest truth." She said holding back tears.
"You want truth and I'm giving it to you. What else do you want, tangible evidence?" Draco began to rub his hand up and down his body as if searching for something. "Well look I have none." He finished with ripping his shirt off and throwing it in a corner, to exaggerate his point.
"Apparently my word isn't good enough anymore." He completed his tyrant with this solitary statement which said more in a few words than it could in one paragraph.
From the corner she was standing in, Hermione slowly approached Draco who leaned on the wall by the fireplace. He folded her arms across his broad chest and his eyes were set on the floor. He did not realize that Hermione was coming towards him until she touched his face and ran her trembling hands down his cheek.
She took a moment to search his eyes and afterwards she swiftly captured Draco's lips with her own. The kiss was long and slow at first then it intensified as they slid down the wall and in front of the fireplace. Each tangled their bodies' with the others, trying to capture all of the heat and pleasure the other had to offer.
Slow tantalizing minutes passed in front of the fireplace in which Draco was stripped of most of his clothing and was only left with his navy blue boxers. Painfully, they both tried to keep the pace slow. Heated kisses and hair raising touches were shared on the plush red carpet.
Breaking away from a kiss, Draco inched his hand up Hermione's leg and to his final destination. A smile twitched on his lips as Draco part her legs. Excitement pumped in his veins, making him wild and ready to devour Hermione. He watched in amusement as she squirmed and bit her lip hard as he teased her with great skill. It pleased him to know that he was the only one who could make her feel that way.
Not able to take it any more Hermione sat up and placed her mouth close to Draco's ear, softly moaning. This is exactly what she wanted.....that feeling, the touch, and the heat. As she nibbled his ear she moved her own hand up between her legs to capture Draco's before he made her wake up the entire castle.
Straddling him and smiling wickedly, Hermione inched her shirt off her torso and threw it aside. She was left in white lace panties. Draco took a moment to observe her body and felt a spontaneous tingle in his groin area. Her delicate curves were further accentuated by the glow from the fire, casting a strong fearful aurora around her.
For a moment they both stared at each other, not speaking but just enjoying the silence. Hermione's head was bended slightly to side causing her tresses to fall over her shoulder and she eyed Draco under hooded eyes. He took his hand and ran it from her hair down to her breast, stopping momentarily and then moving down to her flat stomach. Draco then moved both his hands down her shoulders and over her breast, passing his thumbs over her erected nipples slightly. As he did this Hermione threw her head back, while closing her eyes and her opening her mouth slightly in pleasure.
Draco brought his lips to her lips and lightly pushed Hermione down onto her back. Slowly as her back came closer to the carpet his lips traveled further down her body, leaving behind traces of soft kisses making Hermione shiver all the way. She felt the wetness of his velvety tongue on her chest.
Swiftly Draco moved back up to her neck and placed his head in the crook of her neck securely placing himself in between Hermione's leg. She inhaled breathily as she felt the shape of Draco's manhood in between her leg, rubbing up against her through his boxers and her thin panties. The heat increased. Hermione ran her hands down his back and to the waist of his boxers.
Grabbing his face so he looked into her eyes Hermione slid her hand into his boxers, making Draco moan throatily and collapse onto her chest. "Don't" he moaned to her but with his eyes he said "Don't stop" Hermione then pulled his boxers down and Draco further assisted by pulling it past his ankles and away from him.
The pain that Draco was going through to resist was too much for him to handle now. With his teeth he pulled the lace piece separating him from Hermione. Draco looked into her eyes as if asking for permission and with a slight nod Hermione gave him the permission he needed.
He placed the tip of his manhood in her opening and waited. Then swooping down on her to kiss her he slowly slid himself into her. He felt her body convulse then relax. Hermione released herself from the kiss and hissed in pain and then slump back with a smile on her face. It was done, she was not longer a virgin.
Draco thrust himself into her slowly at first and then picking up the pace loving every moment of it. The pair of them did not even notice the fire dying down beside them. When finally the fire was out completely and the room was only lit by the mauve moonlight peeking through the curtains, Draco and Hermione stopped. A slight breeze cooled the room.
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"You're shivering" Draco said looking at the open window. He pulled Hermione up so that she was straddling him
Grabbing his face and directing his gaze from the window she said "You do that to me sometimes."
