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Chapter Seven
"And I bleed, I bleed,
And I breathe, I breathe, no more"
His eyes fluttered open before shutting them abruptly. The headache instantly took and form and the light behind his eyelids became blinding.
A gentle softness presented itself on his face. The touch was soothing, serene. The hair on his face brushed away and tucked behind his ear.
Slowly opening his eyes again, he gasped to see Hermione hovering over him. He had died and was being met by an angel.
Why does death have to be so painful?
Lifting his hand, he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to rid the pounding headache. Hermione turned and point her wand to the lights above, dimming them to a suitable level.
Draco, meanwhile, reached for her hand, gently kissing the tips of her fingers. She smiled, blushing slightly, and looked at him with what could have been a worried expression. It wasn't sympathy though. What was that look?
Empathy.
All Hermione's life she had had much more of a positive attitude towards empathy than sympathy. She thought sympathy was just too fake of a concept. Anyone can feel what another is feeling, but few understand it.
"What happened?" she asked, in a very quiet tone.
When Draco first tried to speak, all that came out were mumbles. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Hermione tenderly rubbed his hand with her thumb, patient for his response.
"Take your time, you lost quite a bit of blood. I'm surprised you made it as far as you did before you collapsed."
"W…where…?" he managed to get out weakly.
"You're in my room. No one saw you, no one knows."
Draco breathed deeply.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Hermione asked again.
"Father…" Draco chocked out.
Hermione nodded, completely understanding.
"Does it have to do with the death eaters and Voldemort?"
She's good.
Draco nodded his head twice.
"Here, try to drink this. It'll help with the headache." Hermione reached over and grabbed a vial splashing with a dark red liquid. Draco drank the potion, feeling the warm, sweet liquid climbing down his throat. It reminded him of bourbon or scotch. His headache simmered heavily. He moaned gratefully.
"Where did you find me?" he asked hoarsely.
"In the hall. I was doing my rounds. I guess you were on your way to find me?" she asked.
Draco let out a small smile and nodded.
"Needed you." He simply stated. Hermione smiled.
"I cleaned you up, sealed the wounds, and concealed the scars. The potion helped to restore your blood—" Draco silenced her with his finger to her lips.
He gently stroked the side of her jaw line with the edge of his fingers. Sliding his hand to the back of her head, he beckoned her to come closer. As if under the Imperious, Hermione obeyed, inching her way closer to his face.
When their lips met she could have sworn the lights had flickered. Tenderly, Draco slid his tongue into her willing mouth. The feeling was as marvelous as he had predicted. She tasted like the sweetest honey the heavens could supply. Slowly, he summoned Hermione on top of him. She complied, still locked to his lips. As gently as she could, she laid her body on his, feeling his strong and muscular chest rippling underneath her.
Hermione sighed deeply, completely melting into the kiss. She cupped his face with one hand as he slid his arms around her waist and back. Draco moaned and pressed her as close to him as physically possible. Oh how he didn't want to ever let her go.
Using every bit of strength he had, Draco rolled himself over and laid on top of Hermione. His muscles ached like mad, but the pain was nothing compared to the sense flying around in his head. Draco had kissed many girls before, but none ever like this. He had been passionate, but never really felt the passion until now. Hermione completely dissolved with his touch, his gentle caresses. She moaned softly into his mouth.
"Thank you," he whispered silently in her ear. Hermione blushed, and continued kissing him.
Draco started to slide his hand under her shirt, craving to feel her softest skin. Hermione hesitated, abruptly cutting off the kiss and grabbing Draco's wrist. She sadly and fearfully looked up into his eyes. Draco could have cried, had he had tears to shed.
What did they do to you?
"I'm not going to hurt you Hermione," He assured her firmly, yet gently. Hermione closed her eyes, her lips beginning to tremble. A single tear escaped from under her eyelid. Shaky at first, she removed her hand from his wrist, sliding it up his arm to his neck. Draco lightly pecked her lips, wanting to go slow.
Hermione loosened up again and little by little stopped shaking. Draco slid his hand bit by bit under the seem of her blouse. Hermione jumped slightly, surprised by the softness in his touch. Draco rested his hand on her stomach, drawing tiny circles with his middle and index fingers. Hermione's breath began to quicken just a hair, but it was still noticeable. She wiggled under him, making herself even more comfortable.
Draco continued to slide his hand until he reached the base of her bra.
"May I?" he asked into the kiss.
"MMhmm…" was Hermione's only reply. Every so soothingly, Draco cupped her breast in the palm of his hand. Hermione gasped, arching her back slightly. This caused all the replenished blood in Draco's body to travel to his loins. He tried so hard to control himself. It didn't work.
He regretfully broke off the kiss and buried his face into her neck.
"Holy shit, Hermione," he gasped heavily into her neck. Hermione could feel the bulge pressing on her leg. Biting her lip, she spread her legs just enough for Draco to nestle between. Draco looked back at her, slightly surprised, but grateful. He removed his hand from under her shirt and slipped it behind her back, pressing his lower body to hers.
Hermione moaned rather loudly and deeply, which just turned Draco on even more.
I have to have you.
For the first time he thought those words not out of pure greed. His body screamed in a form of ecstasy he had never experienced before. He lowered his hand around her back till it reached her rear end, which he squeezed, causing Hermione to softy moan again, but with a bit of a giggle. She motioned for him to continue. He moved his hand to the button of her pants. Draco looked back up at her before daring to continue. Hermione removed her hand from his neck, and gently helped him unbutton her pants and pull down the zipper. Eagerly, Draco grabbed the belt buckles and pulled her pants down a notch. With her assistance, he completely pulled her pants off and threw them aimlessly down.
Before a thud could be heard from the clothing meeting the floor, Draco had himself back in position, fervently kissing her again. Hermione slowly pulled away from him again, pulling at his pants. Within a second, Draco's pants accompanied hers on the floor. Without the boundaries of the pant's materials, both could feel each other better. This heightened Draco's senses and drove him crazy.
If I die now, I would have the best death experience ever.
Their kissing became more heated and more passionate. Hermione started ripping at her own shirt, practically tearing it off of her. Draco unhooked her bra, and gasped.
God, she's beautiful.
Lowering his head, Draco connected his lips with one nipple, and grabbed the other with his hand. Hermione sucked in air, losing control over her body. She arched her neck and whimpered loudly as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Draco continued his actions, pressing himself even harder into her.
"Óh, God, Draco… Please…" she murmured.
Draco raised himself up, removing both his and her underwear. He faltered.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked her. The last thing he wanted to do was go on his own instincts and take advantage of her.
"Yes!" Hermione practically yelled.
Gradually, Draco entered her, connected both their bodies and their souls. Both he and Hermione nearly screamed from the instant pleasure. Pulling himself out and pushing back in, Draco shuddered. Control, he had to control himself.
Pacing himself, he slowly rocked back and forth. Hermione gripped his back, trying to gain back the breath she had lost. She struggled under him. Sex had never included pleasure on her part before. It had always been forceful, tearing her apart on the inside. She had only experienced pain and agony, unable to walk the next day. She had to admit doing this scared her shitless. She didn't know what to expect.
Draco was nothing else. He was so gentle, giving her small kissed all over her face as his body moved in a rhythmic pace. Hermione joined him in the motion, beginning to feel the pleasure she had heard so much about. She started to understand what made people enjoy doing this.
Letting out a slow breath, she sighed.
"Draco…"
Draco continued making love to her.
Making love.
It wasn't just sex. It wasn't shagging. It most certainly wasn't a quick fuck. He was actually making love. This was new.
He slowly nibbled on her ear, causing Hermione to stir intensely.
"Say my name again," he begged.
"Draco…" Hermione murmured, letting his name roll off her tongue.
His kissed her lips passionately, moving faster and a bit harder. He made every thrust into her better than the last.
"Oh, God… Hermione…" he moaned into her ear, burying his face into her neck, biting, and sucking.
Hermione's body trembled underneath him. Her moans became louder and longer, causing him to bit down harder until he drew blood. The metallic filled his senses. Moving faster, and faster, his motions caused her bed to shake vibrantly. Hermione's hips bucked, allowing him even further into her.
Then it came.
The moan in the back of her throat grew and grew. The intense pleasure spread throughout her body until she couldn't take it anymore. With a loud scream she arched her back and let the ecstasy take over her. Gripping his back, she sunk her nails in deeply, causing blood to ooze. Draco felt the sting, but only caused him to moan loudly.
He could feel her tightening around him as she climaxed. With one last thrust he emptied himself into her, letting his senses rocket to the sky.
With no strength or energy left he buckled on top of her. Both breathed heavily, soaked in sweat, and floated back down to earth.
Wow.
Hermione could have given her soul to Satan to experience that again. She wrapped her arms around Draco, who easily removed himself from her, and curled up on top of her. Kissing his temple lightly she whispered in his ear.
"Thank you," were the last words shared and heard as the two drifted away in a deep slumber.
