Here you go, my seventh chapter. I really hope all of you like it. I worked really hard on it and also neglected a term paper for this chapter.
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Draco and Hermione stood there in their common room, looking at each other before Hermione said, "Draco, before we say anything, I want you to know that I love you. I think that I'm so foolish for thinking that you don't love me or that we couldn't be together. I'm sorry for hurting you. I promise to never give up on us again, just as long as you are willing to be honest with not just me, but everyone else."
"Oh Hermione, I promise. I would do anything for you, for us. And you aren't foolish, you were never foolish. I know it's hard not to be scared that our love might not be enough. But I know now, more than ever, that I couldn't possibly live without you for more than a moment. Hell, sleeping in separate beds was hard enough last night. And when I woke up this morning hearing you in the shower, my first instinct was to join you. That's how much I've grown to need you- that it's an instinctual need to be with you all the time."
"I know how you feel. I feel empty, incomplete without you near me. And that shower was hard for me to take alone. All I wanted was you in there, just holding me. But you need to know that just love isn't enough for us. We need to be honest with everyone and be strong for each other. But I am scared of telling everyone Draco. Harry…and Ron. Ron will want to hurt you. And I'm scared for you too. I'm so afraid that I'm not worth what you would lose by letting your family know about us. I might lose Ron and Harry, but I'd still have my family. You'd have nothing Draco, nothing but a name that would lose its value with you loving me."
"You're wrong Hermione. I wouldn't have nothing, I'd have you. You are truly all I need. My family, my name, mean nothing if I'm dead. And I'd be dead without you. I'm not scared of losing my family or their love. I never even knew love until I knew you. And Weasley, sorry I mean Ron and Harry, I can't be scared of them either. No matter how powerful either of them are, they are not a match to what I could do to protect us."
And upon seeing Hermione's facial expression after that statement, Draco hurriedly added in, "Not that I would purposely hurt them. They are as important to me as they are to you. I love you Hermione. And nothing can change that."
Draco slowly moved towards Hermione, drawing her into him. Hermione took a step towards him, and held out her hands to his face before resting them in his hair. Draco pulled her to his body and they kissed, slowly and unsure at first, but soon the familiar passion overtook them and Draco had Hermione pushed against her door. Without realizing it, they had both moved towards her room without breaking the contact of their hungry mouths. Draco slowly removed one hand from under Hermione's shirt and he started to struggle with the doorknob. He had forgotten that it took quite a complicated charm to undo the spell that prevented him from entering her room.
They broke apart, both breathing heavily with the excitement and electricity of the moment. Hermione took Draco's hands and led him to the sofa, the very familiar sofa that fit both of them comfortably times before. But instead of lying down, she sat beside him. Draco moved in to start kissing again, but Hermione gently reminded him that they were going to take it slow.
And it was slow, painfully slow. Draco caressed her face and her hair before moving in to kiss her again. But instead of blazing passion, all Hermione felt was his love. He gently kissed her lips, and both her cheeks, then her closed eyes and her forehead. He drew a line of kisses from one earlobe down her jaw line to her chin and then back to her lips. All of this was being done as Hermione slid her hands under his shirt to feel the smooth and defined muscles of his back. Draco responded to her touch by kissing her more deeply.
Even though his kisses were deeper, his tongue was still begging for entrance to the warm cave of passion that was Hermione's mouth. She cruelly allowed him to do all the work with his mouth while she ran her hands up and down his spine. Soon she started to rake his back with her fingernails, running all the way up and then as far down as she could with his pants still on. Draco soon stopped kissing Hermione and instead started to tantalize her neck by sucking at the base of her throat and then drawing his tongue and lips around the delicate skin to suck and nibble on the part of her shoulder that always brought shudders when given attention.
And just like Draco predicted, Hermione stopped torturing him with her touch and pulled his face to hers so that she could attack his mouth with the utmost passion. This time Hermione was the one whose tongue was begging entrance. But being denied, Hermione instead focused her attention on his lips. She licked, sucked and nibbled at his lips until they were red and swollen. While Hermione was working on pleasing Draco's lips as if they were the only part of his body that had a sense of feeling, Draco was enjoying the feel of her skin through her shirt and the silkiness of her hair that now had dried to form glorious bouncy curls.
They were torturing each other. Every touch spread pleasure like it was pain throughout their bodies and every kiss was like a lightning strike wherever it landed. There was so much energy ready to burst out of their bodies that they were both shivering with pleasure with every contact made.
Draco broke their connection by pushing Hermione from him. She had a sense of what he was going to do and was not surprised when he removed his own shirt, slowly so that she could enjoy the show. And she did. Hermione bit her lower lip and took in a deep breath when she first saw the sliver of skin showing as Draco first lifted his shirt. As the cloth moved further up his torso Hermione could see the thin trail of hair leading to his pants and his well defined abs. She wanted to reach out and touch him but resisted when his chest was revealed. His pectoral muscles were built perfectly and well accentuated by his erect nipples. After his shirt was off and discarded on the floor Hermione admired Draco's shoulders. In her opinion, his shoulders may very well have been his best physical feature. They were wide and visually powerful, surely as a result of his grueling quidditch regimen. The perfect body was finished off with his arms. They were so strong and held her countless times. Hermione gazed at his upper arm, where his biceps and triceps were so well formed that they created a shallow valley out of his pale but smooth skin.
Draco laughed at seeing how intently Hermione was focusing on his body. She then became conscious of her obvious staring and joined his laughing. After they both stopped laughing Hermione leaned into Draco and captured his lips again, claiming them for her own. She then moved down to his neck and left a trail of kisses to his shoulder. Then while caressing his chest she slowly started kissing his chest, biting here and sucking there. Draco sucked in when she started moving lower. Hermione had made it all the way to his navel when she stopped. Draco let out a half-disappointed moan before letting out a low pitched "bloody tease." Hermione giggled at that and Draco playfully pushed her. She pushed him back before she moved as far away from him on the sofa as possible. Kneeling on the cushions, she started to give Draco the same show he gave her.
She first bent forward, letting all of her golden brown hair fall into her face. She bit her lower lip seductively and then flipped all her hair behind her. Draco sat back against the opposite arm of the sofa and let out a deep breath he had unknowingly been holding. Hermione proceeded by running her hands gradually down the front of her shirt, including over her own breasts. She then slowly started to lift up her simple, yet unbelievably sexy shirt. Leaning back, Draco was breathing deeply as her navel was revealed and then the first peek of her black bra and finally her fully developed chest. She dropped her shirt on the floor in the same manner Draco did. Then she slowly ran her hands up her body, starting at her hips, then going up the curves of her waist and along the sides of her breasts. They continued up her neck and face and finished their journey in her hair. She consciously stayed in the same position so that she could watch Draco, whose eyes were transfixed on her glorious body. Draco's gaze moved up and down her body. He drank in the way her hair was seductively brushing her shoulders, her perfect chest, her smooth and toned stomach, and her curvaceous torso as a whole. Hermione was a goddess in his eyes: the epitome of beautiful.
She broke her pose and started to move towards Draco. He gave her that smile that showed how aroused he was. With both of them kneeling, she placed her arms around his neck and he placed his arms around her now bare waist. They stared at each other for a moment before they both were kissing passionately. With mutual consent and an equal amount of effort on both their parts, their tongues started to do a dance so familiar that it was mindlessly executed with precision. After snogging for an unknown amount of time, one of Draco's hands started to move from her waist up to her chest. Hermione let out a soft moan as he started to massage her through her bra. Draco then placed both of his arms around her again and started kissing down her neck and through the valley between her breasts as she leaned back into his safe arms. Hermione was taking deep and ragged breaths between her moans. And then they were both cut off when they heard a knock on the portrait hole.
"Bloody hell!" Draco couldn't have been more peeved off than at that moment. Hermione let out an angry sigh to show her frustration with the interruption of the moment.
"Draco, perhaps we should stop. I mean, we did agree to take this slow." Draco gave her a smile and pointed at a clock. They had spent about two hours just pleasuring each other without even taking off any major undergarments.
Hermione gave a chuckle and said, "Well, I guess that is slow enough. But it is after noon and I don't believe you have even had a bite to eat."
"No, I guess I didn't, but I was never thinking about my stomach."
"Well, I don't suppose you would want to go eat lunch together, or would you rather not?"
Draco thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that now was just as good a time as ever to reveal themselves as a couple. "Of course I'll join you for lunch. It would be my pleasure." The 'pleasure' was very drawn out.
Hermione let out another laugh and tossed his shirt at him. Draco would be dressed appropriately, but she wanted to put on an outfit that she gave a little more thought. "Draco, why don't you go comb out your hair and whatnot as I change. I'll have to do something with my hair too. When I let it air dry, it gets so frizzy later."
"No, leave your hair. It looks so natural and rather sexy when it is all tousled like that."
"I'd rather put it up. Besides…"
Hermione was cut off by another knock. "Well, we better get a move on. I don't want our room to get broken into."
They both laughed as Hermione got up to go change. Draco sat on the sofa for a moment, pondering whether he was really ready to let their secret out.
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