The Dane of Life
Miracle-writer
I will tell you, I honestly didn't think I would be doing this. Writing another chapter I mean. I will warn you now however. Know that I can't always update, often times because I'm to busy with school work and or things at home. So don't shoot me about it. Like I said there is no guarantee. And I wont ever give one. I appreciate reviews. I mean really appreciate them. I sometimes can get ideas from you guys or it just inspires me to see people like my stuff. And no, I'm not BSing you. I did have some questions about the dagger thing. It will be explained. If you still don't get it, review and I will explain it in my author notes the next chapter.
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The little Goddess awoke to a room not her own. Green walls, black carpet, silver... no, red sheets. The once silver sheets, were now red. And she saw it came from her. She lifted her head, but found it was throbbing, thus she dropped it back onto the arm that was under it. wait...ARM? Now that she thought about it, there was one along her hips as well. it pulled her tightly against the firm chest of a MAN!
Ignoring the pain in her head, she turned slowly as not to wake the man behind her. Her fuzzy blue eyes met the most beautiful blonde hair. She smiled as she ran her hands through it. The man groaned as she shifted further onto her back. And then, as pain paralyzed her for a moment, everything came back. The club, the dance, the sex, and then the brutal wounds he had cut into her. Blaise had caused this pain.
"What are you thinking about?" Malfoy asked as he pulled her loser to him gently, aware of her wounds. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her hands came to touch his shoulders. He nuzzled his face into her neck, smelling her intoxicating scent, and tasting her with his tongue.
"W-why d-did Blaise do that?" she asked hesitatingly. He was being so nice to her. Why? Why was he so gentle? And why had he called her beautiful last night?
"Because he has problems. Because he, like most Slytherins, have a thing for blood and pain. It was his way of pleasuring himself. Don't worry though, he's gone and most likely wont want another piece of you for awhile if at all."
"Ok. Thank you, for being so nice and gentle with me. I don't know why sine I am a muggle-born, and I know how you always ha-"
He kissed her passionately and she groaned into his mouth. He begged her lips for entrance with his tongue, and she willingly gave it to him. She allowed her hands to travel up and into his silky hair, and his hands traveled from their resting positions to along her back side which he used as leverage to pull her closer to him.
She couldn't get enough of him. He was so intoxicating, and so... so everything. Once again the thought of how perfectly they fit together blew through her mind, and she moaned deeply at the thought of them together. His hands were so large, and strong, and just so amazingly right for her. She couldn't deny that she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
And he was so lost within her. He couldn't deny his lust for her. Whether it was out of love or whether it was lust sinful lust, he did not know. But at that moment, it didn't matter. he moved a hand from her back side and down her leg which he lifted over his hips as he thrusted into her. She moaned and pulled her head back. She could feel his lips move over the very sensitive parts of her neck. She gasped as he ran his hands over her sides, just brushing the under parts of her breasts as he moved swiftly in and out of her. She allowed her hands to pull his face closer to her as he continued to travel kisses up and down her neck and collar-bone. And then she felt her self thrusting up to meet them as he flipped her gently onto her back. She cried silently as he did this, but she focused on what it was like to have him in her. He was so big she was surprised he fit within her.
"you-r... ughn... so...tight" he grunted in her ear as he flicked at it with his tongue.
"And... your so... ohh!" she moaned as he pressed deeper into her, lifting her other leg over his shoulder.
She was so surprised at how gentle he seemed to be with her. Almost as if, as if they were meant to be this way. As if they had been in love with each other for years. As if... she didn't know what else to compare this kind of feeling with. She had never experienced any of this before, and it was so exciting to know it was her once sworn enemy.
He peaked soon after her, having to hold her hips down as he did so seeing as how they seemed to have lost control to the overwhelming pleasure. He then groaned as he laid down atop her. His head curled up in the nook between neck and shoulder. He kissed her there once and then continued to pant against her as he attempted to regain breathing.
She sighed in pleasure, and stroked his back with her hands. Her fingers forming enchanting circles that he soon lost himself in. And then she watched as he lifted himself out of her, and leaned over her, his hands supporting his wait as he moved to kiss her on the lips.
"You, Gra-Hermione, are amazing." He whispered against her soft lips before he captured themin his own.
She pulled away slowly. "W-why are you so gentle with me...You make it seem as if..."
He pressed his forehead against hers as he cut her off. "As if it's right? As if this is what life is meant to be like. As if it were... Love?"
She nodded shyly and waited for him to continue. "I see I have some explaining to do then?" he asked as he picked himself up and sat down, still beneath the silky sheets. "I better start from the end of 6th year. You know everything before that. But I best explain why I didn't kill him. Why I couldn't kill him, and why I came back to school.
"As I stood facing Dumbledore, Potter only feet away though I didn't know it at the time, I was thinking. I said all these things, trying to make myself believe that I had the ability to kill him. That I could kill him. But something in me told me no. So I listened to him offer me a place in the Order, and after running with Snape, I decided I had to join you guys. I couldn't obey a man that had killed so many, and so ruthlessly. Snape was in fact in the good. He knew he had to kill Dumbledore. He hadn't told him the task because he couldn't and he had to kill him because he had made the unbreakable vow. he cried later. I remember. He had taken me to his home, and after having reported to Voldemort, he cried with me. He regretted it so much. And I felt responsible. If I had killed him, you all would have taken Snape back. you all would have believed him. And if my mother hadn't made him swear...
"So I came to the new headmistress, McGonagall (sp? why does that look so wrong?) told her of how I wanted to be a spy for you, like Snape. I soon learned that they wouldn't take Snape back. Or rather Snape wouldn't go back. Instead he worked with me. I was now working for the Order with out you or anyone but the Professor knowing. And I was given information that I, in turn, delivered to the Order. What ever information I could not get, Snape would retrieve, tell me and then I would pass it along. He risked so much. After having killed Dumbledore, he was willing to risk anything to help us win.
"And then, that summer I learned I was to be head boy. I was surprised. Surprised they would let me back even if I was working for the Order. But I came, and I saw you. Learned we were to share a dorm. And I was so afraid. When I first saw you on that train that year, 4 years ago, I knew. Knew that I had fallen in love with an angel. I forced myself to be cruel to you. I tried desperately to make it normal again. But there were those nights where I dreamed of you with me, in my bed, and we... I dreamed that you loved me, and with every passing day, I desperately hoped you did.
"I assume you remember the masked dances. the four that we organized through out the year in order to rebuild the house unity that our forefathers once shared. I danced with you at every single one. I stared at you, loved you, and I knew I was in to deep. I confided in Snape who pressured me to make it seem normal. He told me I could not make a move on you until after the war. The war we still seem to be fighting even after Voldemorts demise last year. But on those nights, I defied him with a passion..."
"that was you? You were the mystery guy who kept kissing me, and holding me, and..."
"yes. I would have taken you on anyone of those nights, but knew if I did I would be making a mistake. So I waited. And with every passing day I grew more and more in love with you. I know you can't believe it with how cruel I was... but you have to believe me. I meant none of it.
"And then last year, Potter turned 20. And it was on his birthday that he fought against the Dark Lord. It was then that he, as well as you, Ginny, Ron, Neville, Luna, and a few others fought against us. You remember fighting me? I soon turned afterward. I fought you for just a few short minutes and then I killed the death eaters charging at you from behind. After that, I fought along side you, the rest of the Order soon apparating and knocking us all down. By the end, we had lost a few. Most of the death eaters were dead, some captured. You, Neville, and Ginny missed the end. Potter tried to stop Ginny from falling. And when he saw her black out, went crazy. He turned on Voldemort, afraid she was dead, and Killed him. He tortured him first, and watched as he struggled against him. And then he did it. Just killed him. He had done the same to my Aunt Bella. And I was glad of it. She had no reason to live.
"And now, a year later, I was able to find you at last. Blaise had wanted to come along, and he took part last night strictly because he had threatened me about it. I would rather not go into details about it. It's unimportant. But he we are. I have found the one Woman I have wanted since our seventh year."
"W-what took you so long?" she asked agitatedly.
"W-WHAT?" he exclaimed.
"What took you so long?" she asked poking his chest with a finger. "Why couldn't you get to me sooner? And why couldn't you have told me when I awoke after the battle? Why weren't you there when I awoke?"
"I was afraid." he said shamefully.
"Of what? That I would say no to the most amazing and most handsome man I had ever known? That I would say no to the one man I had loved since 7th year?"
He was shocked. The bookworm loved him. And he loved her. "well this is a day of surprises."
"I'll say." she sighed. "Did you know Harry and Ginny got married just a month ago? And Ron and Lavender are engaged. Neville and Luna were married almost immediately after the battle. No one even knew that they were dating." she giggled.
"Well I knew about Potty and Weaselette." She scowled at him for this and he laughed. "Don't worry about it. I suppose Harry didnt tell you that he and I got stuck as Auror partners?"
She gasped. "NO! HE DIDN'T! I AM SO GOING TO KILL HIM!" and with that she sprung out of the bed, still nude and running for the door. and just as she was about to turn the doorknob, she fell to the floor, her body shaking in pain.
Malfoy was up and with her in a matter of seconds. He slowly lifted her up as he noticed that the wounds on her back were bleeding more now. He sighed and pointed this out to her.
"Do you mind helping me heal them? I can't do it myself."
"I thought you were a healer." he looked at her skeptically. And she huffed at him.
"of course I am! It's harder to heal yourself. especially if you can't see the wounds!" she said exasperatedly as if he were suppost to know this.
"Ok." and with that he laid her on her stomach on the bed. he trailed his hands down from her head to her lower back. "you are so perfect." he whispered in her ear huskily.
she shivered. "Just get on with it Draco, I'm so tired of the pain your friend caused. And I'm not much into three-ways you know. Especially with psycho people."
"hey I am not psycho! And for your info, no one but me is touching this ass ever again." and he smacked her backside. she giggled as he continued. "or any of you for that matter. I own you now. Insert evil laugh here." he smiled as he heard her laugh at what he said.
"most people would actually laugh."
"I'm not most people." and with that he swooped his wand down over her cuts and they closed up, the dried blood remaining. "I think it's time for a bath my love..."
"yeah I want to feel squeaky clean again..."
Ok folks... hope you all liked it. If you have any questions please just review. I will answer questions in my next chapter. I'm not so sure how great this chapter is, or if it follows HBP ok or not. I promised myself I wouldn't do a second chapter and here I am... pleasing you all and breaking my promise... sigh. Ok. Thanx for the reviews yall.
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