Another Chance?
By Cedar1
A/N at the mo am feeling rather happy with myself cos have finished this chap, and chapter 6 of 'immortal'. Mini celebration for me, me thinks! However If they're any good is another matter, so read on and tell what u think..
Disclaimer: Nope own nothing except a poor excuse for a plot.
Chapter 2: Swept away
" Can't say that I wasn't expecting you to be surprised, but perhaps smashing crockery is taking things a bit too far," said Draco, a look of amusement gracing his features. Hermione hadn't registered a word he had just said, she was still getting over the fact that a Malfoy was in her house, sitting on her favourite armchair as calmly as this was an every day situation, and not against the laws of nature. She didn't care what snide comments were being uttered from his lips; she just wanted to know what the hell he was doing here. And not being in the right mind to think of a better way of phrasing it she said just that.
"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?" She couldn't help but be pissed off at the way he was unperturbed by her question and simply remarked.
" Malfoy? Why so formal? I think we know enough about each other to use first names. Don't you think?" he gazed at her expectantly.
Hermione still in a state of shock remained unresponsive to the question posed, as she allowed her eyes to travel along the real - life Malfoy sat serenely in front of her. Unlike herself, time had done nothing to hamper Malfoy's appearance; he was still as beautiful as the day when they had first laid in bed together. Momentarily Hermione left reality behind as she commenced on a trip down memory lane; remembering the feel of his skin beside hers, the taste of his lips ... Unconsciously she brought her hand to her mouth, trying to recreate the movement of Draco's fingers against her bottom lip. A frequent act that was once performed by the past lovers, a caress that never failed to set her lips on fire. A sudden movement by Malfoy caught her attention in the corner of her eye, and brought her plummeting down to her present situation. There was a dangerous death eater in her house, and it was pretty certain he wasn't here to discuss about old times over biscuits and tea. Wand, she needed her wand. Hermione's eyes began to scan the surface of the floor, avoiding any serious movement so not to make it too obvious what she was doing.
" If you wanted a photo, I could have sent you a better one," teased Malfoy; grasping the photo of himself that Hermione had been brooding over about earlier. The aside caused Hermione to stop her search for her disappearing wand, and for the first time since his arrival made true eye contact with Malfoy. Draco catching the look of puzzlement in her eyes realized that she had been deaf to his comment and waved the photo in the air hoping she would catch on. Hermione merely grunted, as she was slowly immersing herself in swirls of silver and blue, enjoying the tingles that were beginning to travel through her body. However the period of pleasure was soon disrupted when her voice of sanity decided to finally make itself known, " Wand," Hermione muttered under her breath. Yes her wand. Breaking the connection, Hermione began to search for her weapon, her head wildly moving from one end of the room to the other. All covert actions forgotten, desperate times called for desperate measures. Where the fuck was it, as panic began to engulf her.
Once again Malfoy halted her quest, this time with a loud cough. Hermione swung round to face him, and her face instantly paled when she noticed her prized possession clutched in his hand.
" You wouldn't be looking for this, would you?" questioned Draco, continuing his rare playful mode, the wand being gently tapped against his jaw.
" You stupid arse! Is it not enough you are a fucking murderer, do you have to be an insufferable git to boot?" Hermione screamed, forgetting that a single false move could lead to her resting peacefully in a grave, and so she continued. " Of course I wasn't looking for that you fool! No I was looking for a camera, so I could capture this wonderful moment," Hermione said, sarcasm dripping from her words.
"Now, now there is no need to be like that," Draco added patronizingly, as if he was talking to a 5 year old. And ironically that was exactly what Hermione looked like, her lips pursed together in a childish pout, her cheeks flushed with frustration. Any minute now it looked like she was going to stamp her feet and scream about the unfairness of the whole situation.
But instead she reverted back to her original question, "What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?"
Malfoy appeared to be thinking about how to answer, his brow furrowed in thoughtfulness. After a sufficiently dramatic pause he answered, " I came to collect you."
Hermione waited, expecting further details, however none came, as Malfoy seemed to consider it an answer enough. But no way was Hermione just going to leave that statement hanging in the air, " What do you mean you have come to collect me? Where the fuck are you taking me? ...Actually what am I talking about, I'm not going anywhere with you, you death eater scum. Now get out of my house, which god knows how you entered in the first place, before I call some aurors and haul your ass to Azkaban," Hermione screamed, her index finger on her right hand pointing to the door.
Pocketing her wand in his robe pocket, Draco got up, " Now don't be silly. I have your wand remember.." He tapped his long fingers against his pocket,".So you can either do this the easy way or the hard way." He waved his wand in front of him, as if he needed to clarify precisely what the latter option would involve. Hermione swiftly turned around and grabbed the vase Ginny had bought her for her 25th birthday, and using all her might flung it towards Malfoy. Underlining the fact that the word easy did not appear in her dictionary of vocabulary. However Draco blessed with both naturally quick reflexes and a father, who made certain it remained that way, was quick to counter the action. With a swish of his wand and a lazily muttered "Lengardium Leviosa" the vase was brought to a standstill mid-air. Hermione's breathe caught in her throat when, with another flick of the wrist Malfoy sent the vase flying back to its original position, narrowly missing her face. His expression was no longer one of amusement and Hermione wasn't sure whether the vase not hitting her face had purely been a mistake on Malfoy's part, because right now he looked ready to kill her. And when he pointed his wand at her, she thought he was about to do just that. She began to accept the fact that she was going to die at the hands of the man who she truly loved the most, as well as hated - well no one can be perfect, even Draco Malfoy. Closing her eyes, Hermione Granger at the grand old age of twenty-eight, prepared to meet her fate. Her heart was pounding, blood was rushing through her arteries, her breathing on the verge of hyperventilation, and all the while her ears pricked up, awaiting that critical statement, " Avada Kedavra."
Instead the word "Mobilicorpus" reached her eardrums, and in a second Hermione could feel something tightening around her wrists and ankles. Invisible strings were cutting into her flesh, drawing blood, which drop-by- drop fell to the floor. Jolts of pain shot up her arms and legs, she looked at Malfoy angrily. Seeing the malicious smirk adorning his face only made her wish she was enjoying the pleasures of heaven instead of being stuck here, with him. Another casual flick and Hermione felt herself being pulled towards him; she tried to fight the dragging force by digging her heels into the floor, gritting her teeth in response to the stinging pain that was gradually invading her body. Yet despite her determination, she was defeated by magic and she was drawn towards her captor. Her face was now within an inch of his chest, close enough for her mind to begin to numb due to his scent that was flooding her senses. In her condition of haziness she was conscious of the finger that came to rest on her chin, and reluctantly centimeter-by-centimeter her head was lifted until puppet and handler came face to face.
First he gently caressed her chin, then the finger began to journey upwards until it reached the planes of her lips, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Slowly it started moving along them, despite herself an appreciative moan escaped her lips. He was making her endure such agony, for she felt herself being split into two; on one hand her body was yearning for his touch, on the other her head screamed at her to remove herself from his reach. Draco chuckled at the obvious battle she was undergoing.
" You always liked it when I did that, its amazing how little things change." He moved in closer, his delicious lips brushing against her ear, causing goose pimples to erupt on the sensitive skin.
" Don't tell me, Weasley never did that?" he whispered. Hermione immediately jerked away, unsure whether it was the smarting comment or from the sudden touch of his tongue along her ear.
" Can you not just leave me alone?" whimpered Hermione, ashamed at herself for sounding so desperate and weak at the same time. Draco either ignored her plea or failed to hear it, for his fingers once more clutched her chin, the grip tightening. Twisting her face, he brought his lips unbearably close to her own, his breathe passing into her parted lips.
" Did he never do this either?" he murmured. Hermione knew what was coming, and to her disgrace willed it to come sooner, for the anticipation was killing her from the inside out.
For what seemed like eternity his lips approached her own, before they finally landed on their destination. The kiss wasn't hard or full of past passion but was light and gentle, and in Hermione's opinion perfect. For as his lips moved against hers, streams of pleasure flowed from them through her skin, until every part of her was tingling with bliss. Too soon he broke away from her, panting slightly like herself. Caught up in the pleasure he had caused Hermione did not hear him whisper, "Labor laps," (not sure if this is right?) before it was too late. She could feel her body getting heavier and heavier, her legs began to tremble under the weight, until she could stand it no more and allowed herself to fall into Malfoy's awaiting arms. As the inside of her head descended into darkness she wondered why it had taken Draco so long to finally sweep her from under her feet.
A/N ok chapter 2 finished, am not too sure on it so review and tell me if it is a thumbs up or a tremendous thumbs down. Finally I wanna thank (a lot!) Thalion and Serpent Du Feu for your continued reviewing, they really help spur me on. You're both complete and utter stars! Oh and don't think is gonna be a sequel for immortal.
Cheers and bye for now
