A/N: Yes, it took a while, Yes, I said it wouldn't. But in my defense, this is the longest chapter yet, it's VERY important, and... something special happens. : ) Not telling yet!
Well, as a note, the first "section" is a flash... forward, i guess. Just a taste of whats to come, so it might not make sense. There are other places here that might not make sense, like what's going on with Peter, so if you dont understand, ask me, and i promise to answer you.
And now, to be honest, i've been have some pretty major plot problems, i have NO idea what will happen next, 'cause I've gone too far off my original plan. So, next chapter... we'll see.
And, also, i promise thats my next story will wait until summer, when school wont interfere with my writing. Anyways, if you have any thoguhts on what you want me to write next, let me know. But, it will probably be an AU, unless i like a different plot a LOT.
PLEASE give me any input you want to give, it's VERY much appreciated, and i swear i thrive on it. But, enough of wasting your time on this, here is what you have been waiting far too long for!
Happy happy reading!
Chapter 13: Just To Hold You
Thursday, May 21 (midnight)- Draco – Draco's room
A light wisp of something woke Draco, eyes sleepily opening. And, strangely, he saw… "Hermione? What are you…?" He watched as she blinked down at him, fear in her beautiful brown eyes. She took a hasty step back as he rolled out of bed to stand before her. Why was she here? What was she doing? He didn't know the answer, but he knew what he wanted it to be. That she had come to him. That she was here for him.
"I… uh…" She stuttered, but he could barely hear her. This wasn't a dream, this wasn't wishful thinking. "I didn't mean…" She was here, in his room, with moonlight glistening off her curls, and shadows darkening the sides of her face. She was so beautiful.
She took one more step, bringing her back up against the wall, and he followed, looking slightly down at her. His heart burned with a desire he'd never before known.
Hermione covered her mouth with fists, and looked away from him. Why was she so frightened? He wouldn't hurt her. He could never hurt her. He only wanted her in his arms, her body close to his; her lips brushing across his…
And, suddenly it was too much for him. He needed her.
"Hermione…" She gazed up at him finally, and he could have sworn her desire mirrored his own in intensity, and it made his heart leap with joy. He could feel her only a whisper away, and he wanted to close that gap. But, he waited for her. He didn't want to take what wasn't given freely. He didn't want to steal a kiss from her. If he was going to kiss her, he wanted her to kiss him back. This wasn't like the one night stands he had with so many other girls. This was more. So much more.
Her hand came up, and touched his cheek with a fingertip. Then another. His cheek burned where her hand now cupped it. He closed his eyes at the sensation, opening them only a moment later to gaze into hers.
And then he moved closer, and closer, their faces a breath apart. He drank her in. The sight, the smell, the feel of her body fitting perfectly into his. Her warmth. And finally, he closed his eyes and leaned his head forward.
Wednesday, May 20-Hermione - Pirate ship
Talk to him. Now! What are you waiting for? …
No, I just can't. What would I say? …
But, you have to!
… it's too hard.
What's harder, telling him the truth, or living with this forever?
But what will he say? What if it's "no"? I couldn't handle that…
Hermione shook her head at the conversation she was having with herself, and stared determinedly at the strip of green-brown land rising above the waves. She tried to keep her mind focused on other things.
For one, they were finally making land. They'd be re-supplying at a small town to the north. The place was carefully picked out, because the people there wouldn't recognize them as pirates. But, only if they were careful not to let anything slip. This wasn't the first time they had docked here, and chances were it wouldn't be the last.
But, the most pressing concern was, should she run away?
None of the crew expected her to do such a thing. The idea of her staying forever seemed to have lodged itself in each of their minds. But, in reality, she had a home still, and friends still. She just couldn't continue like this. They didn't even know if she was alive or not.
No, she had to get to them; she had to leave… eventually. But honestly, she never wanted to leave. She fit in with this crew so well. They received her, they respected her, and they regarded her as an equal, a friend.
She did already have those. There was Harry and Ron, of course. And there was Ginny, she supposed. And they were really great friends! But, three wasn't enough to chase the loneliness from her heart.
She didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to. And, if she didn't do it this time, she would procrastinate forever, and she might never make it home. And if she ever wanted to rejoin this crew, would they let her? Could she come back after leaving them?
Questions poked at her brain, but she tried to ignore them. So many questions. Would she ever know what was right?
Wednesday, May 20- Peter – Coast city
Finally, land came up to meet the row boat, and sand slid beneath his feet. He loved the ocean, but there was nothing like returning to steady land after a long voyage at sea. Though, unfortunately, there wasn't much time to truly enjoy it. It was his turn this time. His turn to drop it off.
So, while the guys prepared the ship, and hung out at the local bar, he would pay a visit to some old friends.
Stepping casually towards his destination, Peter reached inside his pocket to make sure it was still there, and was reassured with a crisp wrinkle of paper. He couldn't wait.
Wednesday, May 20- Draco - Bar
The local bar was familiar to the crew. They went there often enough, and the bartender was an old friend of theirs. A nice, kindly man, who knew how to hold his whiskey, but didn't know what "a little bit" meant.
Every time they came, he would give them all his strangled, stumbling hug, then shoo the other customers out of the bar. He knew them as pirates, respected them and kept their identities safe from the authorities.
His name was Nathan, but they called him "Nate" for short, and he was always their first stop on their visit to town. And he was always their last. Their stay this time would only be for a night, because that was as long as it would take Peter to deliver what he had to. Then they would be on their way.
First entering the bar, the sounds and smells hit him as a welcoming breeze. And, moments later, so did Nate. They caught up quickly for a few minutes before the customers were ushered out.
The crew took their usual seats. Hermione went with them, as they told her stories about the place. Alone, Draco sat at the bar with Nate. He trusted the man with his life; and with his secrets. And, sometimes, Draco just needed to spill it all out.
"So what's with the new girl, Draco? She here to replace Pansy? Ain't seen that'n here yet. Whatcha do?" Draco smiled at his friend's rough voice.
"Yea, well, I guess I finally took your advice and got rid of her. And the new girl, Hermione, she kinda just… joined. Happened just before Pansy was kicked out. Long story." With a sigh, he reached across the bar top and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. He didn't care what it was, as long as it was strong.
"That bad huh?" Draco nodded.
"That bad and more, Nate. I'm just not sure of anything anymore. I'm… I'm not sure what's happening" He took a long swing, trying to drown away the truth: but it didn't seem to help.
"Com'on now, I know for a fact that you didn't like that girl any. Why're you so sad 'bout it?" Nate leaned closer. The crew in the back were loud, and this was a private conversation. Nate was always a good listener. Draco smiled at him.
"No, it's not about Pansy, and surprisingly it's not about my father. It's about…" Draco turned to look at who it was all about, and didn't know whether to frown or keep smiling. "Hermione." Draco didn't turn back to Nate for a while, and the man read into it.
"Ahhhh, I see it now."
Draco turned back and the man grinned at him. "See what?"
Nate laughed and went around the bar, to look at him straight on, and read his eyes. Those eyes disturbed Draco in a way they never had before. "Bloody damn. I woulda never thought."
"What?"
"Boy, I have only one piece of advice for you. Just one, so listen carefully, k? Don't let her go, Draco. That's all. Don't let her go." Laughing, he went back behind the bar and gathered up some bottles and cups. The baffled pirate opened his mouth to ask something, but was cut off. "Now, I got some drinks to give out, you run along. You got things to do too, I'll wager."
Nate left, carrying the alcohol and handing it out to the crew. Smiling, he gave a little extra to Hermione.
Things were supposed to be easy. Things were supposed to be simple. And, big surprise… they weren't In such a short time his world was flipped upside down, turned inside out, and stretched to its limits. He wasn't sure of what he was doing anymore. He wasn't sure of anything. But, then again, somehow, he was sure of her.
Draco gazed at her, willing her to gaze back at him. And, when she finally did, his breath caught, and his heart beat faster.
Now, Draco wasn't the type to pray. He hadn't prayed as a child, or any time after that. But even still, he liked to think that even though his face didn't, his heart turned towards the sky and let go a silent prayer. A prayer for her. And more, he wanted to believe that that prayer would be answered.
He prayed for love, he prayed for her. He prayed that once, at least once, he would be able to hold her in his arms, and kiss her lips. Because, maybe if he could do that just once, the torn pieces of his heart would mend just enough for him to be able to carry on.
And all he could do was pray.
Thursday, May 21 (midnight, early morning)- Hermione – Bar
It took all her strength of will to turn away from his burning gaze, and even still, she could feel them searing into her back. She shivered, but didn't know why. There had been so much happening, and stuck in the middle of it all was Draco.
God, the way he looked at her. The way his eyes always sought hers out. The way she knew every line of his face… especially his lips. And the way she always wanted him closer; wanted him to hold her. She shivered again, but this time she knew exactly why.
She had to stop thinking about him, it wasn't helping any. So, closing her eyes, and calming her mind into a meditative state, she opened them again, and took a deep breath. It helped a little, and soon, she was back to earth.
Unfortunately, there were faces anxiously watching her when she came back. Did someone ask her a question? No, she didn't think so. And, yet… They seemed to be waiting for her to do something; say something.
"What?" She asked, feeling nervous about how they were looking at her. "What?" They didn't answer, but some of them grinned. God, men could be so immature. "What is it?" Finally, Nate, the bartender came to her rescue. She had just met the man, but liked him immediately. He was smart, fun, and very kind.
"They're men, Mione." She smiled faintly at the nickname he chose to give her. "They're asking you a silent question. You figure it out." Passing her another glass of alcohol at her confused expression, Nate gave her a wink. "Just a warning, though. If you pick one, the rest will be jealous. If you pick them all… I doubt you'll get any sleep."
(A/N: If you don't know yet, they're thinking about sex)
It finally clicked. The men laughed. Hermione's mouth opened in shock, and she backed up reflexively. "You're not serious, are you?" She backed up again at the smiles on their faces. She wouldn't normally worry about this kind of thing with them, but… they were drunk.
Thor put his hands up. "Calm, Hermione. We would never force you or push you into anything you didn't want to do. But… if there is something you do want to do… I can tell you right now, there are no objections. From any of us."
There was a silent anticipation for a moment, and suddenly Hermione broke out laughing. She doubled over as the peals of laughter came out. When she looked up, trying to stifle herself, she saw their hurt expressions, and that only made the laughing fit worse. Luckily, she took control of herself, and straightened up, apologizing. "No, no, no, that's not why I'm laughing. Calm down. It's just that… you are men. And, apparently you only think of one thing. I should have known this would happen eventually, but… you certainly didn't waste any time, did you?" She giggled a little, and was glad to see some smiles return.
"Is that a 'yes' then?" hinted Thor.
"That's a 'sorry, but no, you guys are just friends'"
After a while, the men broke up, some of them started talking to Draco, others playing wrestling games, but mostly, everyone became drunk and happy. By the time the moon was well on its way up in the sky, Nate brought some of 'the girls' in. Hermione wanted to gag that women would sell themselves that way, but knew better than to judge too quickly. Maybe that was their only choice financially. It was none of her business.
But, by then, Draco and a couple others had already turned in, and Hermione was swaying where she stood. But not from whiskey, she could hold her alcohol. She swayed from pure weariness. It had been a long day. And, beside, she had made her decision already tonight. She had everything planned out, and as much as she might regret it later, her mind was set.
Staying awake in a dark room, with a comfortable bed was as near to torture as she had ever gotten. Her eyes were lead weights, threatening to close forever. Her head swam in a semi-conscious state, only to be woken fully by her own stubborn mind. Luckily, though, the sounds from downstairs stopped, and her silent vigil was rewarded. The final man, the bartender himself, trudged up the stairs and his door closed with a barely audible creak.
Hermione stood up, shook her head and stretched. A little of the fatigue melted away, but most of it stayed where it was, refusing to let her go. She reached the door to her little room and opened it carefully. Luckily, she was given her own room since she was the only girl. The hallway was silent, save for some snoring and a couple of drunken groans. She had kept her drinking to a minimum, prepared for this.
Having no money, though, running back home would be difficult. She currently owned nothing but the clothes on her back, and the sword she always carried at her waist nowadays.
She would be gone by morning, and they would get back to the lifestyle they were living before she came. They didn't need her, and she didn't need them. She already had a life, and it was time she got back to it… no matter how much she didn't want to.
And, ironically that wanting was the number one reason for leaving as soon as she could. It was Draco. She was afraid. Afraid of loving him. Sense had whacked her in the head today. He was a pirate, and who was she? She didn't even know if he wanted her back. Maybe that one night was just a dream. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. She was still young. Maybe she was just a romantic.
But no matter what she was, and no matter what he was too, she couldn't let this happen. She couldn't fall in love. She just couldn't.
Sleepily, she walked, head swimming with half-finished thoughts. She was far too tired for this. Before she left, she might want to take something strong and eye-opening. She had to keep her wits, and she couldn't be falling asleep in the middle of nowhere. Finally, she stopped, having made it to…
Hermione found herself looking up at a door, not understanding why she was there. The stairs that led down to the bar, and the rest of the city lay on the other side of the hallway. Why was she here? "What…"
It was Draco's door, she knew that. He was the only other one with his own room, since he was captain. But, Hermione's sleepy mind didn't bother to ask why she was there. It had a perfectly reasonable explanation at that point. She was there because she wanted to be there.
Not realizing what was happening; she opened the door slowly, slipped in, and closed it behind her.
Thursday, May 21 (midnight, early morning)- Peter – Outside the city; farmhouse
Peter had found the place with little trouble. The directions had been very clear. But, standing outside the farmhouse, he felt a little nervous. This was his first time. He wondered what the people would be like. He wondered what they would say. What he should say.
Mustering up the courage he would need, Peter squared his shoulders and walked the short path to the front door. And, finally, he knocked on the rough wood.
Almost immediately a pair of footsteps were heard from inside. One more deep breathe, and… the door opened. Peter smiled uncertainly at the stout man standing before him. And, to his great relief, the man smiled back, ushering him inside with a wave of his massive hand.
Peter nodded, and followed the man down the front hallway, the around a corner, and down another hallway. Soon, the silence was uncomfortable, and Peter shifted still unsure of what to do. "S'cuse me, but you are Mr. Moore, right?" He gulped when the man didn't turn to answer his question. "See, I'm new to this… never been here before. Where are we going? Hello?" He tried not to ramble, but couldn't help it.
They turned a final corner and entered a spacious kitchen with a burning hearth. Peter felt the sudden heat of it on his face, and from inside heard a voice. "Oh, don' botha talkin' ta him. Da boy's a damn mute. He ain't gonna be answerin' ya."
Peter found the voice hidden in a shadowed corner, closest to the fire. It was an old woman, sitting in a rocking chair, and looking at him closely. "Now, boy, turn around, lemme get a good look at ya." She spun her finger in a circle for emphasis, and, confused, Peter obliged.
He felt her wrinkled eyes on him the whole time, which was fairly long. Finally, he saw her hand come up, telling him to stop. With a wink, she gestured for him to sit. "Yeah, you're it." She nodded knowingly. He guessed 'it', was the deliverer; him. "So hows my lil' Malfoy been? Takin' good care of 'imself, I hope."
Peter tried to settle comfortably in the sofa next to her, but couldn't help but twitch. Even with her old age, this woman was intimidating. "Uh, yeah, he's… uh, he's doing just fine," he succeeded in stuttering.
"Com'on don' you be afraid o' me, any friend o' Draco's is a friend o' mine. What's the latest gossip, boy?"
He debated on whether to tell her about Pansy and finally decided it would be best to tell her everything. She was intimidating, but this was the person he had come to see, without a doubt. Draco had described his old mentor perfectly, and the crone was asking for some news. He took a breath and began the tale…
Thursday, May 21 (midnight, early morning)- Hermione – Draco's room
Leave! Her mind screamed at her. You're not supposed to be here! But somehow her feet where glued to the floor, and her body refused to answer her mind. Her heart had taken over now, and it pushed her forward. Step by step, Draco's sleeping form became clearer, and she could hear his long, deep breaths.
Oh, she wanted him so much. To be closer. What if she never had the chance again? What if… she never saw him again? If she could be with him at least once; close to him, then maybe she could satisfy her need forever. It was worth a shot. She had to do something before she burst with want for him. It scared her. And it drove her forward, until she stood beside him and could see all the shadows and streaks of moonlight across his face.
Her hand reached out to him, slowly, but surely. And…
"Hermione? What are you…?" She snatched her hand away, and took a step back. He's awake! What should I do?
Thursday, May 21 (midnight, early morning)- Peter – Outside the city; farmhouse
When Peter had finished his recollection of the last few days, he felt considerably more comfortable. The woman was kind, and nodded her head afterwards. A glint shown in her eyes, and he had to wonder whether she had been waiting for a girl like Hermione to come along, as well. Someone to bring Draco back from his cold seclusion.
There was a long silence where Peter finally remembered his real purpose for being here. "Oh, I almost forgot, here's the money." The thick envelope of money in his hand was safely transferred to the woman. She took it and smiled happily at him.
"Ya know, that Draco is such a great man, he deserves the best, and I hope he finds it in that gal. This money will go to good use this year. Many a peoples been short o' money, and his charity is appreciated much. Thank you, boy."
And, five minutes later, he was walking back towards the bar, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched. He thought back to the end of his conversation with the mentor woman. And, finally, to the last thing he'd said to her before leaving…
Peter returned the smile, one foot still in the doorway, one outside, ready to push him towards his crew, and a warm bed. "Draco's a real great guy; unique. I hope he finds what he's looking for, because whatever it is, I know he deserves it. And… I'm certain Hermione is exactly that"
Thursday, May 21 (midnight, early morning)- Hermione – Draco's room
"I…uh…" Hermione took another step backwards, fear curling through her stomach. "I didn't mean…" Another step, and her back was against the wall. She brought her hands up to her mouth, covering it up with fists. There was no way she could talk herself out of this one. And even worse, the need was still in her. She still wanted him, and she couldn't have him.
Draco walked towards her, and she tried to look away, but his eyes drew her. They were glassy, still half asleep. And… they were telling her something; something important, that she had to know, but for the life of her, she couldn't tell what.
Finally she succeeded in looking off to the side. Dear lord, what did I do? Soon, he was close enough to touch, close enough to embrace, but somehow, she held her hands still. She could hear him breathing; could feel his warmth. God, he was so close.
And then, he broke her with one hoarsely uttered word, "Hermione…" It was filled with tortured emotion, heartbreak, and a fierce wanting. Could he possibly? She couldn't stand it much longer; she had to look at him. She had to.
And she did, and the sight caught her breath. So beautiful, so lonely. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. And if he felt the same, then maybe…?
Slowly, she reached out a hand to his face and touched it gently with a fingertip. Then two. Her fingers tingled with the contact, and his eyes closed at the sensation. Slowly, still slowly, she brought her palm up and cupped his cheek.
He moved closer, and opened his eyes. There was foreboding in him, she could see it through the two portals of feeling blinking at her. There was foreboding, but also… desire. She could see the raw desire course through him, and it made her shiver.
He moved even closer, their faces a whisper apart. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and brought them together. She could feel him, she could smell him. Now, just… And, as if he could read her thoughts the distances closed, as she blinked her eyes shut, waiting. She could feel his breath, she could feel his heart beat.
And finally…
Her lips touched his, warm and soft. Gentle and sweet. She almost gasped with the contact. It was so perfect. It was everything she'd ever wanted. Her hands came up to finger his hair, as he ran his fingers in a soft caress up and down her back.
Then, the kiss became stronger, and she pulled him closer to her. After so much waiting she finally had what she wanted, and she never wanted to let it go. Never.
Somehow they made it over to the bed, but she didn't remember walking. She didn't remember lying down. All she knew what his kiss, his touch. And how right it felt. They lay on their sides, holding each other tight, and finally… they released.
Eyes meeting, hands holding, he gazed at her and said something that spun her heart in circles, and tore it from her chest; only for it to be placed in his hands forever. Her heart was no longer hers, it belonged only to him, no matter what he chose to do with it. He said the something that bound her to him forever.
"I just wanna hold you tonight."
And that's exavtly what he did.
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