Childhood Sweethearts Remember

Chapter 12: Power and Love

After reaching Reins Manor, the families all ate a nice lunch served by the house elves. "You know mum, elf enslavement really isn't right," Hermione explained, pushing away her food.

"You're not hungry, dear?" Patrice asked.

"I'm boycotting. Free the house elves and then I'll eat. Or you can pay them for all their hard work. Either way, you need to start treating them fairly."

Draco laughed. "Still on about S.P.E.W. then, are we?" he managed to get out between snickers. "I thought you were done with that by now."

"My platform stands strong, Draco. I will not lower my values until justice is seen."

Patrice and Harold gave each other looks and then smiled. "That's fine, sweetheart," Harold said. "Boycott House Elves all you want, but we rather like their services." Hermione huffed as her new in-laws chuckled with her parents.

Lunch went on and Hermione got up to make her own food. Draco decided to go with her against the adults protests.

After everyone was finished eating, they retired to the living room for tea. "Are you ready for your present?" Lucius asked, sipping his tea gingerly, his long blond hair falling around his shoulders like a halo. Hermione knew it was just a trick though. A false sense of innocence.

"We're ready," Draco replied, giving Hermione's hand a little squeeze.

The parents all exchanged looks. Narcissa was the one to stand. "We have gotten you a gift far greater than material possessions," she stated. She walked behind where the newlyweds sat and placed her hands on Draco shoulders.

"Our gift transcends the world you have known," Patrice continued, speaking to Hermione with a great big smile across her ruby red lips. "Our gift is nonrefundable." She too walked behind the newlyweds, placing her hands on Hermione's shoulders.

"Mum, I don't get..."

"Power," Harold finally said, his eyes lighting up at the word. "You two will have more power in your tiny hands than anyone could ever dream of."

"Power?" Hermione gasped. "What are we supposed to do with this power? I just don't get it."

Narcissa laughed. "What a silly question. Use your mind, Mia. You two will have enough power that with the help of Potter, you could overthrow Voldemort."

"I thought we couldn't though," Hermione said confusedly. "I mean, we're tied to the Dark Lord. As a member of the Reins family, we are obligated to serve him. The curse..."

Harold and Patrice exchanged nervous glances. "You know of the curse? How?" Patrice questioned.

"I...I...I read about it?"

"Well no matter. The thing is thatyou are not sixteen yet. We shall give you the Power today."

"Then the night before your birthday, Draco and you shall return and overthrow the Dark Lord," Harold finished for his wife.

"Why would you want to overthrow him, though?" Hermione asked. "You seemed to love him the other day. And what would I do with this power anyway?Harry has to be the one to destroy him. And I really thought you guys liked being Death Eaters. That's sure how it seemed to me."

"Oh absolutely not," Patrice frowned. "Love killing people? Oh heavens no."

If Hermione hadn't been lost already, she surely was now. Her blank expression said it all. She didn't know what to think. "Care to elaborate?" Draco prodded, also wanting to understand it better.

"None of us herechose to be a Death Eater," Lucius confessed. "Your mother and I were both forced to by our parents."

"And we were forced to by the curse," Patrice finished, her frown still intact. "This killing mudbloods, looking down on muggles, being someone else's servant thing...we never wanted any of it."

"But with the power you'll have," Narcissa joined in. "You'll be able to free us all from the bonds of servitude."

Little by little, this was all beginning to make sense to Hermione, except for one thing. "But the prophecy! Harry's the only one who can kill..."

"We know," Harold said. "You're merely providing him the opportunity. He will be coming with you to the party. We asked Dumbledore if you could bring a friend and he said yes."

"But what if Harry is not ready?"

"This is the only way, Hermione," Lucius drawled. "Once you enter his inner sanctum, you will not be able to attack him. It's now or never. The time has come and we think you're quite ready to handle this."

Hermione and Draco were both very nervous now. This was not a gift they had been expecting. They weren't even in their sixth year yet and now the war was being pushed upon them. Hermione held onto Draco's hand tightly, feeling comfort in his warmth.

"How are you going to give us this power anyway?" Draco asked. "A spell?"

"We have created our own spell," Narcissa explained. "The four of us have decided toshare our power with you. A little bit from each of us is in each of your wedding bands. A simple spell will activate them."

"With the power of four grown wizards in your hands, you two will be unstoppable," Harold said with a slight bit of amazement in his voice, almost as if he himself had just realized what great power they would contain.

Hermione's eyes widened and Draco could feel her hand becoming warm and clammy. She was so nervous. "I don't think I'm ready for the power today," Hermione said kindly. "It's...a little overwhelming. I think I'd like to go think on it for a little while."

"Of course," Patrice said. "We'll do it the day before you leave for the holidays. Go home for now. Rest. We'll come to Godric's Hollow tomorrow to visit you."

"Godric's Hollow?" Hermione said. "That's where we live? I didn't even think of it before. That's amazing."

The adults laughed as they all stood from their seats and said their goodbye's for the night.

-

"What's on your mind, love?"

Hermione and Draco were back at their... house, for lack of a better thing to call it. They were sitting in the dining room and Hermione looked quite frustrated. "Just thinking," she replied hastily, standing from her seat and walking over to the grand piano that stood off to the side of the room.

"What about?"

Hermione began playing a slow tune. "My parents got me private lessons on the piano when I was a little girl," she told him. "You knew that though, right?"

He nodded. "You used to hate playing for me. I thought you were amazing but you thought you sounded terrible. Modesty was always one of my favorite characteristics of yours."

She sighed heavily, becoming slightly angry with herself. "Well I haven't played piano since my parents took me away from you." She said the words without even realizing what they meant. "It wasn't fair. They took me away and...and...I wasn't ready. I felt like I didn't even get to say goodbye! I was so angry at them and I so I formed a plan. I thought that I should give up something that they wanted me to do, like piano. Maybe that would spite them and get them riled up enough to let me see you again."

"Didn't work though, did it?"

She laughed. "No of course not. You know my parents. They're even more stubborn than I am. If anything it made them want to keep us apart even more."

"But we're together now." He got up and stood behind her, his hands grazing her arms, stopping her from playing.

"Yes, we're together now," she repeated, turning in her seat and gazing at the man in front of her. "But soon school starts and..."

"Don't think about that for the moment." Draco had had quite enough talk. He just wanted to kiss her until she felt as though she would never be able to breathe again.

"Draco I..."

Before she could even really begin her sentence, his lips had crashed down upon hers, showing her that he cared of nothing at that point in time other than her. Their lips molded together as if a perfect fit.

Without even thinking about it, Draco and Hermione found themselves upstairs in their bedroom, half dressed. Only undergarments remained.

Draco stepped back as he laid Hermione down on the bed. She was quite the vision, to be sure. Her hair fell all around the bed, circling her face as if she was lost in a sea of brown waves and curls. Her cinnamon eyes looked upon him with sheer lust, or was there something more? Did he see correctly? Was that...love in her eyes?

Draco reached around her and unclasped her bra steadily, trying hard not to lose his control. As he released her breasts from their confines, he gawked. Not that he had not seen her before but for some reason, tonight she looked more beautiful than ever.

"Hermione, I know you already know this but..."

"What is it, Draco?" Hermione asked, beginning to sit up on the bed, thinking something may be wrong. "Why did you stop?"

"I just need to tell you that I..." Why was this happening to him? He had never before been tongue-tied. This both confused and excited him. He loved the effects Hermione had on him.

"Spit it out, Draco."

He paused, flashing her a wicked smile, before he said, "I love you."

She took a moment to take in the three words that never ceased to amaze her. "I love you too, Draco." The words just flowed from her lips and she couldn't have stopped them even if she tried. Even if she wanted to.

But she didn't want to.

Not tonight.

He placed his hand on her right shoulder and pushed her back down on the bed. As her head hit the pillow, he ran his hand down the side of her breast, listening to the sharp intakes of air she took when he reached her sensitive areas.

By the time he had reached her panties, she was breathing much faster with anticipation. He dared to dip his finger an inch under the knickers and was rewarded with a moan that she seemed to have been holding back. "Don't be afraid to scream my name, Granger," he taunted, that usual devilish smirk appearing on his perfect face. "I know you're a screamer and oh how I love it."

"My name," she began as he worked her knickers down over her knees and off her legs completely, "is Her-mi-o-ne!" He began sucking on her right breast, bringing all sorts of moans out from the back of her throat. "Not Granger!"

He snickered as he began paying attention to her left breast, his hand now traveling back south to her most sensitive area. "Your skin tastes so sweet, love," he told her. "Like honey. I wish I could devour every inch of you."

"That's not fair, Draco," she pouted. "You're moving so fast and I haven't even had a single taste of you yet!" She suddenly pulled out from under him and flipped their positions, straddling his waist seductively.

She began by kissing his lips with a gentleness that was to be expected of a Hufflepuff. It was sweet and almost chaste. Almost. The look in her eyes told him however, that there wasnothing chaste in the meaning of that kiss. It was a seductive move, one which happened to work perfectly. His eyes had already begun to darken.

She giggled at his anger. "You don't like my kisses?" she teased. "How 'bout this one?" she lowered her mouth a little to his neck and began practically feeding off of him. She seemed to be attempting to leave a nice little hickey and he wasn't about to stop her. The feeling was...incredible.

"Ilove your kisses, pet," he told her. "Don't stop." She moved just another tiny bit south to find one of his own nipples.

"What about a kiss here?" She licked the pink flesh in front of her and then blew cool air over it as a bit of a teaser before she kissed that too.

After both sides had received enough attention (in Hermione's opinion of course) she moved even lower and removed the boxers. "Another kiss, then?" Draco groaned, eager to be allowed the flip her over and shag her senseless. "I really think there's beenquite enough foreplay."

"I never heard of a man turning down a perfectly good blowjob," she huffed, licking the tip of his erection with a slight air of curiosity. "Unless I'm no good in which case, I think I need the practice..."

"Oh no, Hermione, you're good," he assured her. "Too good. You see, I don't want to lose all my control until I'm inside you and our lips are claiming each other's as our own. I want all of you when I lose it. I want to look in your eyes and see them rolling back into your head. I want to see it ALL."

Hermione couldn't believe how passionate Draco had become. It was as if time had stopped and all he was thinking about was her. She kissed his lips once more but this time, all that existed in the kiss was passion and lust.

Soon Hermione was on bottom once more and Draco was positioning himself at her entrance. "I love you, Hermione Malfoy," he whispered so softly she barely heard it.

When he pushed inside of her, Hermione gasped. She could never get enough of this feeling. It was incredible. "Draco," she moaned.

He took this as his sign to start moving. His hips began to slowly thrust in and out of her as his lips attached themselves to the crook of her neck. He had officially lost all self control he had. All that existed were Hermione and him.

Her hands roamed over his back, her nails scraping over his skin every time he hit that spot. The slow pace he was going at was killing her in the most pleasurable way possible. "Please," she begged.

He chuckled and shook his head 'no'. "We're making love tonight," he told her. "Not shagging. Everything we do tonight is sweet and gentle."

They continued moving against one another until Hermione collapsed first, her orgasm coming over her like waves crashing down upon the sand - in euphoric bliss.

It did not take Draco long to follow in her footsteps and feel the effects of her body closing around him. His need to kiss her was so great that his mouth sought hers in a hurried frenzy. Their teeth clanked together fiercely as they both rode their orgasms out.

"Sleep well now, love," Draco cooed into Hermione's ear. "We definitely could use some rest."

A/N... The long awaited chapter 12 is here. I know, it's a little late but in my defense, I'm trying here. I'm learning a whole new instrument ( the trombone) which takes a lot of my time, and I'm working at Quizno's. So I really have no life right now.

Most people love summer. I feel like I don't even have one.But the good news is that my birthday is in 23 days now! YAY!

Ok so enjoy and happy fourth of july.