Hermione watches him and pulls them both to a stop before they clear the portrait hole. Before either know what's happening, she presses him back against the wall and kisses him. Deeply and urgently. She couldn't fight her desire for him any longer. It was strong. She was meant to be with him and only hoped he would agree. He was the best thing that happened to her. She was actually beginning to act like a kid again and she owed it to Raven and Draco both. They made her feel like she belonged to a family. She never felt like this after Harry and Ron left her alone. She wasn't going to let anyone take that away. She would even take on Voldemort herself. But little does she know that it might come to something far worse than that. Could she join the very man that she despised just to keep the love and new life she was beginning for herself?
Raven is caught off guard but soon finds himself returning the kiss with the same amount of urgency. He was surprised that she was showing him this type of affection. But he was enjoying it. He wraps his arms around her back and draws her closer to him. He wanted her and it was taking every single bit of will power he had to stop himself from taking her right here and now. For the past four years he was used to having sex at anytime day or night but this was different. He didn't want to mess this up. He didn't want to do something that they both would regret in the future.
She was frustrated. If this was any other guy they would of been trying to get into her pants. Why wasn't the one person she wanted even making an attempt? She would have to try a little harder. Hermione lets her hands wonder between them and down the front of his trousers, resting it on the noticeable bulge. She can feel it jump at her touch. She smiles into the kiss and whispers. "Please."
He breaks the kiss and looks down into her cinnamon brown eyes. He can see the lust swirling around inside them but he can also see the love shining through. He bites his bottom lip before nodding and leading her into the bedroom. He mutters a simple, yet effective locking charm then another to sound proof the room. Soon moaning and panting can be heard inside the room and only inside. Outside the room was quiet and undisturbed by the goings on inside. All thoughts of eating were forgotten.
Soon, in which I mean about four hours later, two sweaty bodies lay intertwined underneath the sliver and green sheets. Their breathing has returned to normal and now they were basking in each others company. Hermione has her head laying on Raven's chest and he has his arms wrapped around her. "Wow!" Raven mutters out in a tired, yet happy voice.
She smiles and tilts her head, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Wow, can't even describe it. That was wonderful. The past four years have been very hard on me but I think I can say that things are now looking. That is if you don't regret..." Hermione trails off and watches him.
Raven returns her gentle kiss and smiles. "Mione, I don't regret anything when it deals with you. But what are people going to say when they find out a Professor is sleeping with one of the students? I'm sure Dumbledore isn't going to be too happy about it and I can already hear the lecture from Severus."
Hermione chuckles and snuggles against his muscular body. "I don't care what they say Raven. It's only natural and we both are adults. They can't really stop us. We haven't done anything wrong. And nobody has called me Mione in a long time. I like it." She yawns and soon drifts off to sleep, not noticing the dark, burnt patch of skin on Raven's arm. The very mark that binds him into the service of the dark lord.
Raven's smile slowly fades as he slides out of her grasp. She snuggles against the pillows but stays asleep. He pads into his bathroom and turns the shower on. He steps inside and begins to wash all evidence of their lovemaking off. His stomach was churning. Yes, he cared for her but four years of training didn't go unheeded. It still made him sick to think that he had just slept with a mudblood. He would have to work on getting over the feeling of disgust. After the shower he steps out and pulls on a pair of black sweat pants and a black tee-shirt that he had worn often in his younger years. It was once loose on him but now fit him perfectly. Letting out a sigh, he steps out of his room and begins his search for Severus. He needed to talk.