A/N: Have you ever googled 'butt nuggets'? Try it, you'll like it. Hehehe.
Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had to let the bf use the computer to do homework. Slacker. It was due, oh, two weeks ago. So, that's that. I apologize.
Hermione was still sobbing when a hand reached out and touched her shoulder. She started, suddenly remembering where she was. She looked up, slightly terrified.
Draco knelt down next to her. "Are you all right?"
"Do I look all right to you?"
"Okay, you're all right. That was a stupid question."
"What are you doing here?" Hermione looked around. "Where are your mates? Figure you could handle me on your own?" Why can't he leave me alone?
"Well," Draco replied, "I couldn't sleep. I had this thought running around in my head about a crazy woman that really missed her cloak..."
"I'm not crazy."
"Well, I thought you might come back for the cloak, and I didn't know if there was anyone else still here. I didn't want to take any chances." Draco sighed. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Well, I'm not dead, if that's what you wanted to know."
"That makes me happy." Hermione looked surprised at that. "Why do you look so surprised?"
"Well, because you're a Death Eater, and I'm not. I thought you'd want me dead so you could continue on with your little buddies and not worry about me fucking your plans up."
"Well, you did."
Hermione began to feel a little angry. "You aren't supposed to say that."
"What?" Now what did I say?
"You're not supposed to agree with me when I talk about how I fucked up your plans. It hurts my self-esteem."
"Oh. Well, that's not how I meant it."
"Well, how did you mean it, then?" she asked. She was still upset, but also a little curious.
"I meant you fucked up my plans when you left me."
"Oh, that was just sooo much better," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"No, wait-"
"You were going to use me for my information about the Order's plans, then kill me, right?"
"No, I was going to-"
"Well, that time is over and done with. You won't-"
"DAMMIT, 'Mione, won't you let me finish a sentence? I have something I have to tell you."
"What? Not that I care, by the way. And don't call me 'Mione, either."
Draco was counting on this. Her thirst for information had never led him astray. "I wanted to tell you that I'm not actually a very active Death Eater." He was trying to stay calm. Anger never helped anything.
"We already went over this, it's not a part-time position-"
"HERMIONE. Will you let me finish?" Hermione flushed. She actually kind of wanted to find out what he had to say.
"Okay."
"I am actually working with the Order."
"Horse shit. That was really kind of pathetic."
"Where did you learn that kind of language?" Draco was intrigued. His little wife had picked up some colorful phrases in the last eight months.
"Never mind that," Hermione said impatiently. "Who do you think you're fooling? I am a member of the Order. I've never seen you anywhere near any meeting we've ever had. I would know."
"Not if it was a secret."
"Why would that be secret? We're trying to stop Voldemort, in case you forgot. We need all the help we can get."
"How well do you think I could gather information for the order if I was walking in and out of meetings all the time? How suspicious would it look if I was on a first-name basis with other members?"
Hermione considered this. "Why would, but... this... you're not really, are you?"
"Who do you think put that snake engraving on your desk at work?"
"But... no... I... NO, YOU ARE LYING TO ME. YOU ARE NOT HELPING US, YOU ARE AGAINST US, YOU ARE A FUCKING DEATH EATER. I AM NOT STUPID, I TELL YOU. YOU ARE REALLY PATH-"
"Hermione. I am not lying." Draco tilted her head up to look her straight in the eye. "You can see my aura. Does it look like I am lying?"
No, now that you mention it... "That's beside the point. Auras can be misleading. You know I know that."
Shit. I forgot about that. "Well, I'm not being misleading. I swear."
"I'll be speaking to Dumbledore in the morning."
"Fine."
Dammit, won't he just get angry with me? It's so much easier to hate him when he's angry about something. "What? No attitude? No smirk? What's happened to you? Have you gone soft? Are you a pussy?" she sneered. Hermione knew the easiest way to make any man angry was to insult his masculinity.
"Why would you say that?"
To make you angry. "Well, are you? A pussy? A little wuss? Afraid of a woman? You have changed. I never thought I'd see the day a Malfoy would be scared of a little Mudblood like me." There, that should do it.
Is she trying to piss me off? If so, she's doing a wonderful job. "You know I quit calling you that ages ago."
"Did you? Or was it part of an act?"
"Let me tell you what's been an act. Acting like I don't care about you. Acting like I hate you. Acting like every minute I'm away from you isn't pure torture." By this time, he was yelling. Draco rarely yelled; it was a sign of emotion, and emotion was a weakness. He wasn't weak. Was he? No, of course not. I am NOT weak.
Hermione was shocked to hear this. "You actually care? Well, that's a surprise. Too bad the feeling isn't mutual."
"Okay, well, fine then. I'll quit acting." With that, he pulled Hermione to him and kissed her. Right on the lips. He felt all warm and tingly inside. A feeling he only got when he was with Hermione.
Well, she could deal it as well as she could take it. Not only that, but it had been a long, lonely eight months. She was married, after all. She couldn't just run out and screw whoever was handy, not that the thought hadn't crossed her mind. She wasn't a virgin, after all. She had needs.
Their mouths crushed against each other, each releasing pent up feelings. Lust and longing on his side, anger and frustration on hers. It was a ferocious kiss, each one putting everything they had into it. Draco picked Hermione up off the floor and threw her on the bed. She didn't resist.
He pried the cloak out of her hands and tossed it to the floor. She undid the silver clasp on his and tossed it... somewhere. She didn't care; she just wanted to feel his skin on hers. She had wanted this for longer than she cared to admit. Before she knew it, her shirt and bra were gone, leaving her in her very short skirt. He quickly discarded his clothes and tossed them on the floor. He reached up under her skirt and withdrew a very small pair of lace panties. She never had this kind of stuff when we were together... wonder why she has it now? Has she been seeing someone? Draco scowled at the thought, but he'd find out soon enough.
The only clothing either of them had on was Hermione's skirt. Draco pushed it up over her hips and slid inside quickly. Yep, she was still tight... tighter than before. She hasn't fucked anyone else. This turned him on even more.
He gently pumped into her, not wanting to hurt her, but she wouldn't allow that. She was full of emotion, so much it was pouring out her ears, and she wasn't going to let him take his time. She needed this. She needed him. Now. She grabbed his butt (Oh, I love his ass) and pulled, urging him to pick up the pace. He looked into her eyes and saw the need there. He quickly complied.
She moaned and wiggled, finally being able to get rid of some of this frustration she had been feeling towards him. She took some aggrivation out on him by biting his shoulder. He made some sort of noise, but she took no notice. She was too busy enjoying the pleasure she had so missed, had denied herself. She quickly reached her peak with the frantic thrusting of him inside her. Was I insane to throw this away on a temper tantrum? No, it was the principle of the thing. But was it really that important? Yes, it was. He lied. I'm not just going to up and forgive him.
Draco, on the other hand, was enjoying this emotional output his wife was giving him. When she bit him, he groaned, thinking she had remembered he liked pain with his pleasure... He couldn't get his fill of her. It just wasn't going to happen. He held back as long as he could, trying to ensure she had gotten as much pleasure out of their encounter as possible. He felt her sudden release, savoring the way she felt. It was too much; he couldn't wait any longer; he reached his peak.
Not two minutes later, Hermione pushed him off her. "This was a mistake. It won't happen again." With that, she put on the cloak and Disapparated to her apartment. Draco was left lying on the bed, naked and covered in sweat, wondering what the hell she was talking about.
A/N: End of chapter. Did you like it? Tell me, I want to know. Puh-leese?
Loving my coffee,
-Kat
P.S. I am all out of cookies, but have some donuts in stock. Tell me what kind you like so I can set them aside, otherwise my bf will probably eat them all.
