Author's Note: Thank you for all of your reviews! I know, I know, it's been
a long time since I've updated or given you guys any clue as to what I've
been up to. But what can I say? I've been suffering from major writer's
block and I couldn't get any angle to work! So sorry, once again! But hey,
chapter 20 is here, thank God! Thanks to The Calling, whose song
"Stigmatized" has given me some sort of inspiration for this chapter and I
have no idea why. I hope I'm not being too explicit... mind you, this is
the first time I'm writing a scene such as this... Forgive me if I'm not
that great at it. But anyways, enjoy!
Chapter 20: Falling Into Abyss
Draco looked just as shocked as Hermione felt. But there was no turning back now... She'd said it. From the deepest part of her heart and soul, she'd said the one statement that defied everything she'd lived with in her present: her family, her life back in the future, Ron... But she didn't care.
He had straightened up during the time she'd spent thinking about those few words she'd uttered. She glanced at him, unsure of what to do next or how to proceed. Oh why was he being so awfully quiet?! And why wasn't he doing anything except look at her. All she had to do was wait... and probably hope.
"Hermione..." He'd said at last. Meaning to relieve the tension they were both feeling, she'd guessed. Her hands were still on the front of his clothes, clutching them as if she were drowning. His hands were now on her waist, not moving, simply holding her.
Draco wrenched his eyes away from hers for a moment before continuing in a soft voice. Soft, yes... but it was low and husky and it sent tremors all over Hermione's body. But maybe that was from the anticipation of him saying any other thing...
"You torture me, did you know that?" He's said, looking back at her.
Hermione's brow furrowed, wondering at what he meant. She was about to ask him about it when her mouth suddenly went dry and she couldn't think. He was staring at her... with more intensity than a bolt of lightning.
"You torture me to possess you." He continued. "You provoke me into wanting everything about you."
Hermione bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes. He was quiet for a moment before leaning in ever so subtly and bringing up his hand to rest at her neck. She gasped when he'd encompassed her whole length. His hand had slowly traveled up her waist; slightly brushing her rib cage and part of her breast before finally landing at the side of her neck.
He whispered into her ear. "Do you want to know what I want, Hermione?"
Her sigh was more than an answer to him. Her eyes were still closed as his lips brushed part of her jaw.
"I want to touch you in places I only dream about..." He said, running his hand up and down from her neck down her arm to her elbow and back. "Those places where no man has ever touched... I want to hold you in my arms when no one could ever take you away from me."
Hermione was trembling and her skin broke out in gooseflesh. Her breathing became even more ragged when Draco started kissing her neck. He bit and sucked and licked at the skin, making her give little gasps at the pleasure she was feeling. Everything was a haze now. She could hear only his voice, feel only his hand as he caressed her through the sleeve of her gown and cloak, revel in his kisses that made her grasp more tightly at his shirt when he bit her skin, only to be soothed by more kisses.
Draco continued to speak. "I want to kiss every curve and line of your body. And yet I want more..."
"Draco..." Hermione whispered. She wanted him to stop talking... and do whatever he wanted to do. But he didn't heed her plea. Not yet.
"I don't want to make love to you, Hermione."
Hermione's eyes popped open and she tried to push him away and look at him. How dare he?! He had just said that he didn't want to... make love and yet he was still kissing her neck, going back to her ear and sucking on the soft spot beneath it.
But her efforts of getting away were futile... and so was her comprehension of his statement.
"That's not all that I want..." Draco continued. Hermione almost let out a silent sigh of relief... but she didn't want him to end his ministrations or his beautiful words. Nor did she want to come out as some girl who desperately wanted to make love with him. Even thought that was what she wanted at that moment. "I want to live you..." He continued. "Breathe you... possess you and keep you with me for all time." His lips trailed kisses from beneath her ear to her jaw and finally kiss her until she was too weak to keep herself up. If it weren't for his other hand still at her waist and her hands still on the front of his clothes, she would've probably melted away.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily and opening his eyes to look at her. It took her a while before she opened her eyes as well.
"Would you let me?" He asked simply.
"Yes." Hermione answered without hesitation. His expression was unreadable, but Hermione's mind was on other things than reading his expression. He had kissed her again, long and hard, powerful and demanding, yet gentle in his own way. When the kiss stopped and Draco pulled away slightly to catch his breath and look at her, Hermione saw the intensity in his eyes... intensity for her.
Draco kneeled in front of her, bowing his head and busying his hands with removing the clasp of her cloak before letting the material pool to the blanket. He looked at her as he started to remove his own cloak and the chain mail underneath it.
"Let me." Hermione said, sitting up straight and without waiting for his answer, unclasped the cloak and removed it from his body. The chain mail proved to be harder than she thought, having no encounter of removing chain mail from a man's body. Actually, she had no encounter of removing any article of clothing from a man's body... save for his now.
She looked up at him questioningly as he let out a smile and a faint chuckle. Hermione blushed. Draco's hands came up and removed it deftly before she could catch what he had done. When he threw the chain mail to land somewhere in the patch of grass, Hermione had other things on her mind than how to remove chain mail. Like, the shirt Draco had on... and what lay beneath it.
Hermione tentatively placed her hand somewhere in his midsection, flattening her palm on it. Draco watched her as she did her best attempts at - er - exploring his body. But Hermione wasn't concerned with how she looked like a very innocent girl then, she was too busy moving her hand upward. Her eyes widened with an emotion of half amusement and half naivety. She felt the hardness of his chest and the deep breaths he took as she took her hand even upward, her gaze trailing along with it. When she reached the base of his neck, her eyes locked with his as her hand went over his shoulder and landed approximately at the back of his head. With a ferocity she never knew was in her, she pulled him toward her, kissing him thoroughly on the lips.
Draco didn't need any further encouragement. Grasping her upper arms, he pulled her even closer to him. Surely enough, she was mostly off the ground and relying on Draco for support as the kiss deepened. Gravity was not an issue because Draco easily shifted his kneeling position to a sit. After all, Hermione was light and was too into the kiss to not realize that she was now straddling him.
Hermione broke away hastily, gasping for air as she lolled her head back. This gave Draco access to her jaw and neck... and everything else that was not covered by clothing. Meanwhile, his hands had gone from her arms and down to her waist and hips. The gown Hermione wore had a wide rounded neckline that showed off a mere inch and a half of skin from her collarbone. But Draco was not unperturbed by it. He had been kissing and sucking on the skin that was inches from the swell of her breasts and he couldn't stand it any longer.
His kisses went up her neck as Hermione gasped more audibly when he would suck on his choice territories for longer than was necessary. But finally, when she was about to cry out for him to stop his doings and kiss her again, he was now content on gently sucking on the spot below her left ear. Hermione moaned lowly and for a brief moment, wondered if the sounds she'd been hearing for the past few minutes were really coming from her.
"Could you unhook your gown for me?" Draco asked, whispering in her ear before kissing her hair. "Or would you rather I do it myself."
Hermione smiled in spite of herself and drew back slightly to look at him. Draco was looking at her with such a fervent gaze that she couldn't help but play quite the innocent seductress at this point. During her teens and through college, she'd read almost every romance novel there was, therefore she knew about the teasing games and actions the two main characters in the novel did.
And she guessed that now was the right time to test them.
"Let's see..." Hermione started, pursing her lips in such a cute way that Draco had to restrain himself from kissing her and rendering her unable to finish her sentence. "If I do it, and you my Lord, would know that my hands are the only thing keeping me from toppling over in an ungraceful way..." She trailed off, laughing a bit and earning a smirk from him in the process. It was true however. Her hands were locked behind his neck and with her straddling him already; she would fall over if she removed them.
"You have a point, my Lady." Draco replied coolly. "But it does not solve our predicament."
"I was getting to that." She chided lightly. "Maybe we could - oh!" But she was rudely interrupted by Draco who appeared to be far more interested in her upper jaw than what she had in mind. As Hermione was slowly drawn in by Draco's inventive kissing and such, he took the time to trail his hand from her waist and up her spine, causing her to unintentionally arch up against him. Smoothly, Draco had unhooked the gown before she knew it was ever happening. The only thing that roused Hermione from the daze she was in was the feel of Draco's hands on her bare back and the slightly chilly breeze.
Hermione drew back with an accusing look at Draco who merely smirked. Then, he started to peel off the gown from her body. It was the breeze that let out a subtle statement that somehow couldn't be ignored.
"Wait...!" Hermione cried out just as Draco was about to slip if off her shoulders and move to the arms next. How he would he manage to remove the sleeves when her hands were still locked at the nape of his neck would be for later, because now his attention was focused on her and why she decided to interrupt him.
"What is it?" Draco asked, trying so hard not to give in to his urges. It was true that he could control himself during the past, but this was different. She was so close... and he knew that if he couldn't have her now, he would be much better off throwing himself over his tower back in the castle. Or getting trampled by Dusk. Or-
"Um..." Hermione didn't know exactly how to phrase her question... so she just blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, regretting it almost instantly after she said it. "Aren't we going to get cold?"
Draco was truly surprised that he was having a hard time suppressing a laugh or even a smile. To him, his soon-to-be-bride was indeed naïve in such matters and it was endearing so. Why, she was more concerned about the weather rather than what they were about to do in the middle of the forest.
"From the looks of what we're going to be doing, my Lady, we shouldn't feel the cold." Draco replied, failing to keep the grin off his face. "But if you're so worried, then rest assured that I would have it as my personal duty to keep you warm." Both inside and out... he finished in his head.
"Oh..." Hermione realized that she must sound so innocent to him. So inexperienced... But he didn't sound too demanding or even impatient with her. "Then, go and continue what you were going to do..." She said finally.
Draco's grin faltered mockingly for a moment. "There is one problem, however."
"What is it?"
"Your locked hands hinder me from taking your gown off completely." He said bluntly. Hermione colored, the blush giving heat to her cheeks as she surveyed what he was pointing out to her. Draco continued, "If you remove your hands, you would fall... If I attempted to remove both of mine, you would still fall."
"So... what are you going to do?" Hermione asked.
"I suggest we help each other." Draco answered. "Like this."
And he reached behind, grabbed one of her hands and removed it from the back of his head. He trailed up her slightly bent and free arm, pulling the gown off her shoulder. He continued peeling the sleeve off her arm as she pulled her arm close to her body. When one sleeve was off, they did the same on the other side. Soon, Hermione's gown had pooled to her waist and her upper body was bare.
Draco had a hard time breathing. Here he was, at close proximity to the woman who was giving herself to him, and she looked exceedingly pristine. Soft, creamy skin that was his and his only to touch and kiss and... He gazed at her for a long time, taking in every detail of her beautiful body. Her breasts were round and firm, her dark nipples were already peaking from the cold and probably something more. There was a small mole on the underside of her right breast and another one just above her navel. When Draco's eyes slid upward to her face, he saw a mixture of uncertainty and certainty in her eyes. She was looking at him uneasily.
Draco bowed his head for a moment, trying to best come up with something to say... some words to describe her. And some words to take his mind off what she looked like to him and what it was doing to his body.
"Immaculate." He stated simply, looking back at her. He grimaced with the strain of his arousal at the sight of her but he didn't want to frighten her by explaining himself. So, he continued. "Beautiful and pure... I'm unworthy of you, I can imagine."
"No..." Hermione said quickly. "You're more than worthy."
With this, they shared a kiss once more. Hermione whimpered when she pressed against his form harder than ever before. Without any trace of clothing on her upper body, it was easier for her to feel him against her. And despite what may have transpired just a few minutes before, Draco had easily maneuvered her to slide off his lap and to land on the blanket. Then, he gently prodded her to lie back down as he removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere to the side.
When she lay back down, he propped himself on his hands on either side of her shoulders and continued to kiss her. Tongues tasting, Hermione's hands roaming everywhere, touching his chest, feeling the muscles of his stomach, one of Draco's hands had come away from the blanketed ground and came to rest on the curve of her waist... it was hard for them to keep track of the sensations they both were feeling. Draco broke from the kiss suddenly, causing Hermione to protest, but she soon quieted when he trailed kisses down her throat. He was idly tracing a pattern on the flat plane of her stomach, before moving upward and coming to trace the underside of one breast.
Hermione gasped when she felt the tip of his finger there. It shot a spark of electricity in her, coming to rest somewhere between her legs, heating up her core. She moaned throatily when Draco cupped one breast and was kneading it.
"Draco..." She breathed, her hands momentarily stopping in their explorations of his upper body as he circled her nipple with his index finger. Hermione felt his warm breath on her chest before she felt it just above her breast. She let go of everything in her mind, content and focused on watching Draco as he made love to her with his hands and mouth... before he made love with her with other parts of his body.
He was looking at her, looking at him. When he bent down to taste her there, she let out an involuntary shiver, but was nowhere near feeling cold or chilly. On the contrary, she was feeling warm... Pretty soon, he was more or less suckling her, taking most of her breast in his mouth as his hand kneaded the other one, causing her to whimper and moan and thrash slightly. When he was done, he turned to the other breast and did the same.
Hermione, meanwhile had moved her hands from his chest to his back, tracing indolent patterns and digging in her nails when Draco chanced to bite a bit. When he stopped his attentions on her breasts, he trailed his kisses back to her lips and they kissed for quite sometime, with Hermione arching her back every now and then. The cool air was blowing ever so subtly and the moistened peaks of her breasts definitely gave her the chills.
Draco's hands dropped to her gown still clinging to her waist and hips. His hands continued down the length of one leg, pausing at her knee before lifting her leg and bending it. From there, he continued to remove her shoes and do the same to the other one. How he managed this without missing a beat in their impassioned kissing and petting, Hermione was still too heady to care or wonder.
She did care however when he suddenly removed the rest of her clothing in one simple, fluid movement. She had broken away from his kiss and he was glad because it gave him a chance to see her lying naked before him. And he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her hands had come back down from him in an attempt to cover herself. Draco smiled lovingly at her, and this in turn caused Hermione's hands to falter in their hindrance. Draco took this chance to grasp her wrists lightly with one hand, bringing them above her head. Hermione looked away, ashamed of being thoroughly naked in front of a man for the first time.
"Look at me, Hermione." Draco said softly. And Hermione turned back to him, however reluctant she was. Draco's gaze bored into her, searching only her face and eyes and never flickering downwards. "Are you frightened?"
Hermione nodded. "Just a little..."
Draco smiled. "Such beauty and innocence..." His free hand dropped to her stomach, fingertips grazing the skin lightly before continuing down slowly. His fingers brushing over the thatch of curls protecting her womanhood caused her to arch more into him, her upper body grazing with his. Draco cursed inwardly, damning his responses to hell.
Hermione took a sharp intake of breath as one of his long fingers slipped into her and she felt the brief discomfort of having something being buried deep within her. He moved in and out slowly, trying to get her used to the feeling. He was having a difficult time as well; trying to control himself... she was increasingly becoming wet and the knowledge that her arousal was because of him and solely him was enough to almost shatter him to pieces.
She was now moaning and undulating her hips in time to his rhythm, her fingernails were boring deep scratches on his chest and back and arms but he didn't mind. When he placed a second finger in, Hermione almost screamed out loud. Draco's fingers repeatedly met the membrane that attested her purity, but he still didn't want to put too much pressure and break it. Instead, he moved faster...
Hermione was clutching on to him by now... the intensity, the heat... it rose up to reach its peak before it threw her over the edge. Hermione's back arched, her eyes open but unseeing and she was breathing heavily. Her white-hot release coated Draco's fingers along with a tinge of crimson. Draco knew that she had not felt any pain when he broke her barrier. She had felt only him.
Not wanting to scare her by pointing out that particular subject, Draco quickly removed the rest of his clothes as Hermione recovered from what just happened. She turned her head lazily and watched him as he removed his boots and pants. Then he was just as naked as her.
Hermione turned away and blushed.
When he lay on top of her, Hermione looked into his eyes... trying to ignore the fact that his arousal was blatantly obvious. Draco saw this and chuckled. Hermione's eyes narrowed before giving a small laugh as well.
Then all of a sudden, laughter was the farthest thing from their minds.
Draco brushed a piece of hair off Hermione's face, before bending his head and kissing her lightly on her nose, as he moved in between her legs, spreading them further. Her arms stole around his neck and brought him close... closer.
Hermione gasped a bit when she felt him enter her. He was... well... quite large and it felt a bit uncomfortable. She waited for the inevitable pain that she'd always read about in novels when the heroine was virgin. But it didn't happen. Instead, she only felt his full length filling her, staying motionless for a moment, wanting her to feel at ease with him.
Then slowly, Draco began to move in and out. Slowly at first, and with long strokes that did not only speak gentleness, but they also allowed Hermione to feel every glorious sensation there was to feel in making love. Her breath became ragged as she focused on those sensations.
Then, their lips met in a crushing kiss as they moved together. What was slow and gentle quickly became hard and fast... There were times when Hermione felt that she would just die from what Draco was doing to her, and what she was doing to him... but in between those times she felt that she would die if he even thought about stopping.
Sensation rose quickly however and at the apex of it, Hermione found release and cried out Draco's name... then Draco collapsed against her, breathing just as heavily as she was. It was only then that Hermione grasped that he had also found release right after she'd found hers. Hermione felt her own body contracting against him... almost as if she was craving for every drop of his seed.
Draco regained what was left of his common sense and started to move off her, thinking that he was too heavy and that he might crush her under his weight. Hermione quickly grasped on to him, her hands slipping because of the fine sheen of sweat both of them were sporting.
"Don't." Hermione breathed, her brown eyes gazing at his stormy ones. "Not yet..."
His answer was a smile that Hermione had grown quite fond of.
Sinking back down to her, but rolling on his side as not to crush her, Draco simply looked at Hermione and felt a deep feeling of contentment and a surge of protectiveness. She was his now... heart, mind, body, soul. Hermione turned to him lazily, her eyelids drooping sleepily.
Hermione had drifted off to sleep now. Draco pulled out of her and reached for their cloaks, using them as blankets, before coming back down to rest beside her.
The word ran itself through Draco's mind... over and over.
Mine.
It was all he remembered before he fell into abyss.
Chapter 20: Falling Into Abyss
Draco looked just as shocked as Hermione felt. But there was no turning back now... She'd said it. From the deepest part of her heart and soul, she'd said the one statement that defied everything she'd lived with in her present: her family, her life back in the future, Ron... But she didn't care.
He had straightened up during the time she'd spent thinking about those few words she'd uttered. She glanced at him, unsure of what to do next or how to proceed. Oh why was he being so awfully quiet?! And why wasn't he doing anything except look at her. All she had to do was wait... and probably hope.
"Hermione..." He'd said at last. Meaning to relieve the tension they were both feeling, she'd guessed. Her hands were still on the front of his clothes, clutching them as if she were drowning. His hands were now on her waist, not moving, simply holding her.
Draco wrenched his eyes away from hers for a moment before continuing in a soft voice. Soft, yes... but it was low and husky and it sent tremors all over Hermione's body. But maybe that was from the anticipation of him saying any other thing...
"You torture me, did you know that?" He's said, looking back at her.
Hermione's brow furrowed, wondering at what he meant. She was about to ask him about it when her mouth suddenly went dry and she couldn't think. He was staring at her... with more intensity than a bolt of lightning.
"You torture me to possess you." He continued. "You provoke me into wanting everything about you."
Hermione bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes. He was quiet for a moment before leaning in ever so subtly and bringing up his hand to rest at her neck. She gasped when he'd encompassed her whole length. His hand had slowly traveled up her waist; slightly brushing her rib cage and part of her breast before finally landing at the side of her neck.
He whispered into her ear. "Do you want to know what I want, Hermione?"
Her sigh was more than an answer to him. Her eyes were still closed as his lips brushed part of her jaw.
"I want to touch you in places I only dream about..." He said, running his hand up and down from her neck down her arm to her elbow and back. "Those places where no man has ever touched... I want to hold you in my arms when no one could ever take you away from me."
Hermione was trembling and her skin broke out in gooseflesh. Her breathing became even more ragged when Draco started kissing her neck. He bit and sucked and licked at the skin, making her give little gasps at the pleasure she was feeling. Everything was a haze now. She could hear only his voice, feel only his hand as he caressed her through the sleeve of her gown and cloak, revel in his kisses that made her grasp more tightly at his shirt when he bit her skin, only to be soothed by more kisses.
Draco continued to speak. "I want to kiss every curve and line of your body. And yet I want more..."
"Draco..." Hermione whispered. She wanted him to stop talking... and do whatever he wanted to do. But he didn't heed her plea. Not yet.
"I don't want to make love to you, Hermione."
Hermione's eyes popped open and she tried to push him away and look at him. How dare he?! He had just said that he didn't want to... make love and yet he was still kissing her neck, going back to her ear and sucking on the soft spot beneath it.
But her efforts of getting away were futile... and so was her comprehension of his statement.
"That's not all that I want..." Draco continued. Hermione almost let out a silent sigh of relief... but she didn't want him to end his ministrations or his beautiful words. Nor did she want to come out as some girl who desperately wanted to make love with him. Even thought that was what she wanted at that moment. "I want to live you..." He continued. "Breathe you... possess you and keep you with me for all time." His lips trailed kisses from beneath her ear to her jaw and finally kiss her until she was too weak to keep herself up. If it weren't for his other hand still at her waist and her hands still on the front of his clothes, she would've probably melted away.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily and opening his eyes to look at her. It took her a while before she opened her eyes as well.
"Would you let me?" He asked simply.
"Yes." Hermione answered without hesitation. His expression was unreadable, but Hermione's mind was on other things than reading his expression. He had kissed her again, long and hard, powerful and demanding, yet gentle in his own way. When the kiss stopped and Draco pulled away slightly to catch his breath and look at her, Hermione saw the intensity in his eyes... intensity for her.
Draco kneeled in front of her, bowing his head and busying his hands with removing the clasp of her cloak before letting the material pool to the blanket. He looked at her as he started to remove his own cloak and the chain mail underneath it.
"Let me." Hermione said, sitting up straight and without waiting for his answer, unclasped the cloak and removed it from his body. The chain mail proved to be harder than she thought, having no encounter of removing chain mail from a man's body. Actually, she had no encounter of removing any article of clothing from a man's body... save for his now.
She looked up at him questioningly as he let out a smile and a faint chuckle. Hermione blushed. Draco's hands came up and removed it deftly before she could catch what he had done. When he threw the chain mail to land somewhere in the patch of grass, Hermione had other things on her mind than how to remove chain mail. Like, the shirt Draco had on... and what lay beneath it.
Hermione tentatively placed her hand somewhere in his midsection, flattening her palm on it. Draco watched her as she did her best attempts at - er - exploring his body. But Hermione wasn't concerned with how she looked like a very innocent girl then, she was too busy moving her hand upward. Her eyes widened with an emotion of half amusement and half naivety. She felt the hardness of his chest and the deep breaths he took as she took her hand even upward, her gaze trailing along with it. When she reached the base of his neck, her eyes locked with his as her hand went over his shoulder and landed approximately at the back of his head. With a ferocity she never knew was in her, she pulled him toward her, kissing him thoroughly on the lips.
Draco didn't need any further encouragement. Grasping her upper arms, he pulled her even closer to him. Surely enough, she was mostly off the ground and relying on Draco for support as the kiss deepened. Gravity was not an issue because Draco easily shifted his kneeling position to a sit. After all, Hermione was light and was too into the kiss to not realize that she was now straddling him.
Hermione broke away hastily, gasping for air as she lolled her head back. This gave Draco access to her jaw and neck... and everything else that was not covered by clothing. Meanwhile, his hands had gone from her arms and down to her waist and hips. The gown Hermione wore had a wide rounded neckline that showed off a mere inch and a half of skin from her collarbone. But Draco was not unperturbed by it. He had been kissing and sucking on the skin that was inches from the swell of her breasts and he couldn't stand it any longer.
His kisses went up her neck as Hermione gasped more audibly when he would suck on his choice territories for longer than was necessary. But finally, when she was about to cry out for him to stop his doings and kiss her again, he was now content on gently sucking on the spot below her left ear. Hermione moaned lowly and for a brief moment, wondered if the sounds she'd been hearing for the past few minutes were really coming from her.
"Could you unhook your gown for me?" Draco asked, whispering in her ear before kissing her hair. "Or would you rather I do it myself."
Hermione smiled in spite of herself and drew back slightly to look at him. Draco was looking at her with such a fervent gaze that she couldn't help but play quite the innocent seductress at this point. During her teens and through college, she'd read almost every romance novel there was, therefore she knew about the teasing games and actions the two main characters in the novel did.
And she guessed that now was the right time to test them.
"Let's see..." Hermione started, pursing her lips in such a cute way that Draco had to restrain himself from kissing her and rendering her unable to finish her sentence. "If I do it, and you my Lord, would know that my hands are the only thing keeping me from toppling over in an ungraceful way..." She trailed off, laughing a bit and earning a smirk from him in the process. It was true however. Her hands were locked behind his neck and with her straddling him already; she would fall over if she removed them.
"You have a point, my Lady." Draco replied coolly. "But it does not solve our predicament."
"I was getting to that." She chided lightly. "Maybe we could - oh!" But she was rudely interrupted by Draco who appeared to be far more interested in her upper jaw than what she had in mind. As Hermione was slowly drawn in by Draco's inventive kissing and such, he took the time to trail his hand from her waist and up her spine, causing her to unintentionally arch up against him. Smoothly, Draco had unhooked the gown before she knew it was ever happening. The only thing that roused Hermione from the daze she was in was the feel of Draco's hands on her bare back and the slightly chilly breeze.
Hermione drew back with an accusing look at Draco who merely smirked. Then, he started to peel off the gown from her body. It was the breeze that let out a subtle statement that somehow couldn't be ignored.
"Wait...!" Hermione cried out just as Draco was about to slip if off her shoulders and move to the arms next. How he would he manage to remove the sleeves when her hands were still locked at the nape of his neck would be for later, because now his attention was focused on her and why she decided to interrupt him.
"What is it?" Draco asked, trying so hard not to give in to his urges. It was true that he could control himself during the past, but this was different. She was so close... and he knew that if he couldn't have her now, he would be much better off throwing himself over his tower back in the castle. Or getting trampled by Dusk. Or-
"Um..." Hermione didn't know exactly how to phrase her question... so she just blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, regretting it almost instantly after she said it. "Aren't we going to get cold?"
Draco was truly surprised that he was having a hard time suppressing a laugh or even a smile. To him, his soon-to-be-bride was indeed naïve in such matters and it was endearing so. Why, she was more concerned about the weather rather than what they were about to do in the middle of the forest.
"From the looks of what we're going to be doing, my Lady, we shouldn't feel the cold." Draco replied, failing to keep the grin off his face. "But if you're so worried, then rest assured that I would have it as my personal duty to keep you warm." Both inside and out... he finished in his head.
"Oh..." Hermione realized that she must sound so innocent to him. So inexperienced... But he didn't sound too demanding or even impatient with her. "Then, go and continue what you were going to do..." She said finally.
Draco's grin faltered mockingly for a moment. "There is one problem, however."
"What is it?"
"Your locked hands hinder me from taking your gown off completely." He said bluntly. Hermione colored, the blush giving heat to her cheeks as she surveyed what he was pointing out to her. Draco continued, "If you remove your hands, you would fall... If I attempted to remove both of mine, you would still fall."
"So... what are you going to do?" Hermione asked.
"I suggest we help each other." Draco answered. "Like this."
And he reached behind, grabbed one of her hands and removed it from the back of his head. He trailed up her slightly bent and free arm, pulling the gown off her shoulder. He continued peeling the sleeve off her arm as she pulled her arm close to her body. When one sleeve was off, they did the same on the other side. Soon, Hermione's gown had pooled to her waist and her upper body was bare.
Draco had a hard time breathing. Here he was, at close proximity to the woman who was giving herself to him, and she looked exceedingly pristine. Soft, creamy skin that was his and his only to touch and kiss and... He gazed at her for a long time, taking in every detail of her beautiful body. Her breasts were round and firm, her dark nipples were already peaking from the cold and probably something more. There was a small mole on the underside of her right breast and another one just above her navel. When Draco's eyes slid upward to her face, he saw a mixture of uncertainty and certainty in her eyes. She was looking at him uneasily.
Draco bowed his head for a moment, trying to best come up with something to say... some words to describe her. And some words to take his mind off what she looked like to him and what it was doing to his body.
"Immaculate." He stated simply, looking back at her. He grimaced with the strain of his arousal at the sight of her but he didn't want to frighten her by explaining himself. So, he continued. "Beautiful and pure... I'm unworthy of you, I can imagine."
"No..." Hermione said quickly. "You're more than worthy."
With this, they shared a kiss once more. Hermione whimpered when she pressed against his form harder than ever before. Without any trace of clothing on her upper body, it was easier for her to feel him against her. And despite what may have transpired just a few minutes before, Draco had easily maneuvered her to slide off his lap and to land on the blanket. Then, he gently prodded her to lie back down as he removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere to the side.
When she lay back down, he propped himself on his hands on either side of her shoulders and continued to kiss her. Tongues tasting, Hermione's hands roaming everywhere, touching his chest, feeling the muscles of his stomach, one of Draco's hands had come away from the blanketed ground and came to rest on the curve of her waist... it was hard for them to keep track of the sensations they both were feeling. Draco broke from the kiss suddenly, causing Hermione to protest, but she soon quieted when he trailed kisses down her throat. He was idly tracing a pattern on the flat plane of her stomach, before moving upward and coming to trace the underside of one breast.
Hermione gasped when she felt the tip of his finger there. It shot a spark of electricity in her, coming to rest somewhere between her legs, heating up her core. She moaned throatily when Draco cupped one breast and was kneading it.
"Draco..." She breathed, her hands momentarily stopping in their explorations of his upper body as he circled her nipple with his index finger. Hermione felt his warm breath on her chest before she felt it just above her breast. She let go of everything in her mind, content and focused on watching Draco as he made love to her with his hands and mouth... before he made love with her with other parts of his body.
He was looking at her, looking at him. When he bent down to taste her there, she let out an involuntary shiver, but was nowhere near feeling cold or chilly. On the contrary, she was feeling warm... Pretty soon, he was more or less suckling her, taking most of her breast in his mouth as his hand kneaded the other one, causing her to whimper and moan and thrash slightly. When he was done, he turned to the other breast and did the same.
Hermione, meanwhile had moved her hands from his chest to his back, tracing indolent patterns and digging in her nails when Draco chanced to bite a bit. When he stopped his attentions on her breasts, he trailed his kisses back to her lips and they kissed for quite sometime, with Hermione arching her back every now and then. The cool air was blowing ever so subtly and the moistened peaks of her breasts definitely gave her the chills.
Draco's hands dropped to her gown still clinging to her waist and hips. His hands continued down the length of one leg, pausing at her knee before lifting her leg and bending it. From there, he continued to remove her shoes and do the same to the other one. How he managed this without missing a beat in their impassioned kissing and petting, Hermione was still too heady to care or wonder.
She did care however when he suddenly removed the rest of her clothing in one simple, fluid movement. She had broken away from his kiss and he was glad because it gave him a chance to see her lying naked before him. And he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her hands had come back down from him in an attempt to cover herself. Draco smiled lovingly at her, and this in turn caused Hermione's hands to falter in their hindrance. Draco took this chance to grasp her wrists lightly with one hand, bringing them above her head. Hermione looked away, ashamed of being thoroughly naked in front of a man for the first time.
"Look at me, Hermione." Draco said softly. And Hermione turned back to him, however reluctant she was. Draco's gaze bored into her, searching only her face and eyes and never flickering downwards. "Are you frightened?"
Hermione nodded. "Just a little..."
Draco smiled. "Such beauty and innocence..." His free hand dropped to her stomach, fingertips grazing the skin lightly before continuing down slowly. His fingers brushing over the thatch of curls protecting her womanhood caused her to arch more into him, her upper body grazing with his. Draco cursed inwardly, damning his responses to hell.
Hermione took a sharp intake of breath as one of his long fingers slipped into her and she felt the brief discomfort of having something being buried deep within her. He moved in and out slowly, trying to get her used to the feeling. He was having a difficult time as well; trying to control himself... she was increasingly becoming wet and the knowledge that her arousal was because of him and solely him was enough to almost shatter him to pieces.
She was now moaning and undulating her hips in time to his rhythm, her fingernails were boring deep scratches on his chest and back and arms but he didn't mind. When he placed a second finger in, Hermione almost screamed out loud. Draco's fingers repeatedly met the membrane that attested her purity, but he still didn't want to put too much pressure and break it. Instead, he moved faster...
Hermione was clutching on to him by now... the intensity, the heat... it rose up to reach its peak before it threw her over the edge. Hermione's back arched, her eyes open but unseeing and she was breathing heavily. Her white-hot release coated Draco's fingers along with a tinge of crimson. Draco knew that she had not felt any pain when he broke her barrier. She had felt only him.
Not wanting to scare her by pointing out that particular subject, Draco quickly removed the rest of his clothes as Hermione recovered from what just happened. She turned her head lazily and watched him as he removed his boots and pants. Then he was just as naked as her.
Hermione turned away and blushed.
When he lay on top of her, Hermione looked into his eyes... trying to ignore the fact that his arousal was blatantly obvious. Draco saw this and chuckled. Hermione's eyes narrowed before giving a small laugh as well.
Then all of a sudden, laughter was the farthest thing from their minds.
Draco brushed a piece of hair off Hermione's face, before bending his head and kissing her lightly on her nose, as he moved in between her legs, spreading them further. Her arms stole around his neck and brought him close... closer.
Hermione gasped a bit when she felt him enter her. He was... well... quite large and it felt a bit uncomfortable. She waited for the inevitable pain that she'd always read about in novels when the heroine was virgin. But it didn't happen. Instead, she only felt his full length filling her, staying motionless for a moment, wanting her to feel at ease with him.
Then slowly, Draco began to move in and out. Slowly at first, and with long strokes that did not only speak gentleness, but they also allowed Hermione to feel every glorious sensation there was to feel in making love. Her breath became ragged as she focused on those sensations.
Then, their lips met in a crushing kiss as they moved together. What was slow and gentle quickly became hard and fast... There were times when Hermione felt that she would just die from what Draco was doing to her, and what she was doing to him... but in between those times she felt that she would die if he even thought about stopping.
Sensation rose quickly however and at the apex of it, Hermione found release and cried out Draco's name... then Draco collapsed against her, breathing just as heavily as she was. It was only then that Hermione grasped that he had also found release right after she'd found hers. Hermione felt her own body contracting against him... almost as if she was craving for every drop of his seed.
Draco regained what was left of his common sense and started to move off her, thinking that he was too heavy and that he might crush her under his weight. Hermione quickly grasped on to him, her hands slipping because of the fine sheen of sweat both of them were sporting.
"Don't." Hermione breathed, her brown eyes gazing at his stormy ones. "Not yet..."
His answer was a smile that Hermione had grown quite fond of.
Sinking back down to her, but rolling on his side as not to crush her, Draco simply looked at Hermione and felt a deep feeling of contentment and a surge of protectiveness. She was his now... heart, mind, body, soul. Hermione turned to him lazily, her eyelids drooping sleepily.
Hermione had drifted off to sleep now. Draco pulled out of her and reached for their cloaks, using them as blankets, before coming back down to rest beside her.
The word ran itself through Draco's mind... over and over.
Mine.
It was all he remembered before he fell into abyss.