Dead Letters

Chapter 7

Eyes of Confusion

It was about lunch therefore everyone was on their way to lunch or being forced to see the indescribable scene outside the hall. . .

Everyone at the Great Hall was looking at Ron and Hermione in a graceful embrace. Although Ron stopped his groping on Hermione's ass, he was now holding her with such love and care that his touch was fragile. He didn't want to ruin the moment; he loved Hermione with devotion that one slight hand movement will disrupt his grace and elegance on his prized possession. It was and will be a memorable sight for both their fellow students who were observing them. A lanky boy devoting his passion for one girl and the girl equally giving her love back; but this kiss was a fake.

For a few seconds Hermione was kissing Ron, and then she pulled away from Ron with such vigor that she looked at Ron as though she was seeing him for the first time. Her eyes were showing no love or friendliness, it was showing confusion and horror at what she was doing. Without hesitation she left Ron with a crowd full of onlookers. Ron yelled at Hermione, "What did I do wrong!"

Draco lifted Harry's face and kissed his lips catching some of the remains of his own cum in Harry's mouth. . .

Both were savoring each other's passionate kiss. Draco grabbed Harry's head and was forceful with their lips meeting each other. He wanted his sex rough; he wanted every pain that Harry paid back. A thousand-fucks was all in his mind and nothing was going to get in the way. Both were breathing heavily. Panting to keep up with each other's pace. Draco was now going in for the kill. He was sucking on Harry's neck, then to his chest and abdomen, but before he could get to the penis Harry brushed Malfoy away from him.

"No (intake of breathe)! This was not how (another intake of breathe) it was suppose to be," breathed Harry through orgasm.

Draco was looking at Harry with calmed eyes. Knew he couldn't do it were his thoughts. "Well then, enlighten me and tell me how we were to fuck each other without getting close to one another," said Draco in heat. Harry didn't retort to Draco's statement, he got dressed and left without another word. Draco was still in heat, he needed someone to fulfill his needs.

He therefore left his room and headed for a place that was quiet and away from his agonizing Pansy. His hideouts were becoming more limited but he always found a place to seclude himself. While he was walking in a corridor near the Great Hall, he noticed a gorgeous brunette was in tears and was running away from a crowd nearby. Out of boredom, he decided to follow this brunette.

Damn! Why did Draco have to play along with my plan? Oh GOD the sex was getting better and better! (Wish I were there) Harry kept pondering these thoughts all the way up to his dormitory. Why he stopped if the sex was getting great… I have no idea. The main thing that was pestering him was that Draco was now his bitch or maybe it was the other way around? But he realized what Draco was up to and why he played along. He wanted Harry to be the laughing stock at Hogwarts and he would be forever known as Draco's bitch; the table had turned. This is what Harry never and would never want. But now that was over and done with it was time to move on with more pressing matters. Harry realized that his dreams were getting ridiculously complicating. Sirius is forever in his dreams and now he is trying to give a letter of some sort to Harry. Every time Harry takes that letter he knows it's a list of some sort, but he cannot remember the names of the items on the list when he wakes up. There are seven things listed, yes, but the first two of the list are crossed off as if it were no longer important. And whenever he finishes reading the list, he looks up at Sirius and Sirius will be pointing behind him to reveal Tom Riddle. Only once did he see Ginny with Riddle, but not lately. Is Tom a clue to Sirius' communication? Is he a memento of some sort? He has to be. Tom and the list… they have to coincide with each other. The other pressing matter is that the title of the list begins with an "H" and ends in "uxes." Was it Hormuxes? Hexcruxes? No, but it's certainly close. All Harry knew was that he needed to tell someone. Should he tell Ron or Dumbledore?

Hermione couldn't take it any longer. She had to stop running and take a deep breathe. Leaning against a wall she couldn't stop the tears running down her cheeks. She couldn't stop feeling grief and regret for what she did to Ron. Yes Ron was sweet and both annoying but she didn't love him the way she loved Harry and Draco. Now after that incident, she made Ron think she loved him. But before she could think of it any longer she heard footsteps behind her. When she looked to see who it was she never thought or expected to see Draco. Through blurry, teary eyes she still could see that flamboyant silver eyes with that smug look on his face. Oh yes he was beautiful and masculine to the core. He held his posture with beauty that all Hermione could do was stare. "What are you…" started Hermione but she was cut off by Draco putting his finger to his lips telling her to shut up. Draco delicately picked Hermione's hand and gently pulled her closer to him; slowly dragging her away from the wall and leading her into a classroom where they could be alone, a place where no one will distract them. Inside the classroom he let go of Hermione's hand and sat in one of the chairs. Hermione then followed suit. This was all too much for her, she was with the guy she felt such love that she began to shake and had butterflies in her stomach. And she actually felt her cheeks getting red! Both were starring at each other for a long time, waiting for the right action at the right time. Neither spoke nor moved but held patience. Finally Draco made the first move and got out of his seat and slowly came closer to Hermione. Hermione knew something happened to Draco, that he wouldn't do all this on his own motive, that something was pursuing him to do this, but she didn't care to think more of it. The one person she loved was going to succumb to her. Draco was now face to face with Hermione and he passionately kissed Hermione that gave chills from head to foot on her body. Then tongue came to play, they were locked on each other that nothing else mattered. They both didn't have room on the chair so they slowly maneuvered their way to the floor. Still kissing, Hermione was becoming red with shyness but she was beginning to orgasm. Draco then slowly kissed his way down to her stomach and began to nuzzle and give soft kisses for he knew Hermione was in heat. He wanted to get her in the mood; he wanted this moment to be perfect, no rushing. Then he began to kiss his way back up to those lips of hers, making a quick stop at her breasts, and when he got to her lips he stopped there and worked his way back down. He wanted a little tease so that she'll want more. He was beginning to perk as well. He felt Hermione moan and heave a little with orgasm; she was getting in the mood.

Hagrid and Maxime were starring at each other for what seemed an eternity.

"I just came becauze I was worried for ou 'Agrid. Ze war between 'is followers an for zose against 'im. It was all too much for me to 'andle."

Hagrid was in shock to know Maxime came all the way from France to know if he was okay. She might have broken his heart but he never stopped caring for her in the end. "Not zat France is much betta."

"Well, uh, come inside."

Maxime was at her best. Though she seemed tired and scared, she was beautiful to Hagrid's eyes. Her Parisian essence got the better of him and he wanted to comfort her. He didn't want to make the same mistake and rush through things, so he took it slow. He made tea and told her that she should sit down and talk. Once the tea was made and both sat next to the warm fireplace, they made themselves at home and told stories, any kind they could think of. The wars that were happening in Britain and in France, how they were doing in their academy, and the terror that was beginning to unleash between both muggle and the wizarding world took most of their time with one another. When there was no more tea left in their cups, they both became quiet. Both hesitated to speak. "Euh, I should be on my way zen. Zank ou for ze 'ospetality 'Agrid." Hagrid stood up and Maxime gave him a kiss on the cheeks. "I wanted to let ya know, er, that ya'll always have my protection."

"Zat is kind of ou 'Agrid. I will miss ou. Goodbye, 'Agrid."

"'Till next time I suppose."

"Oui."

Then she left a hopeful Hagrid for she gave him hope of having something that he will cherish, love. Their time together made Hagrid as happy as a man could be when in love...