She didn't know how it happened. They were talking, arguing on his part while she stayed quiet. She didn't really process his words. She was too tired. And hurt. Belay had requested to see Hermione after a week of complete silence from him. Hermione in turned had waited two more days to agitate him-showing him he wasn't in control. Some good that did. The moment she sat across from him, he had smirked at her. Giving Hermione a speech on how she shouldn't under-estimate him, he was of course Voldemort's best follower. Next thing Hermione realized was the burning under ribcage, her chest felt as if someone was sitting on her. She had stood up abruptly, the chair tittering dangerously before falling. The pain was unbearable, but her throat felt too constricted to form words. Hermione had opened her ropes, a squeak escaping her as her blouse was soaking up so much blood. She hasn't seen so much blood in person since the Battle of Hogwarts, even then now she only sees blood in her nightmares and in photos she studys. She had heard commotion and Belay's laugh-it sounded so melodic and deadly. Draco had grabbed her, ripping her shirt open, his hands on her ribs, probing. God it hurt. The air hitting her flesh made a wrangled cry leave her throat, the cold air making her skin hotter.

Draco was confused when Granger had stood up in a hurry, watching as she opened her robes in front of Belay. He was sure that if Granger resulted in a strip tease for the man to get some answers he would most likely go in and use an Unforgivable on one of them. Then he heard her gasp and he was in there, Belay's laugh echoing filling his senses. Potter right behind him, pushing Belay against the wall, his eyes trained on his childhood friend. Draco couldn't think when there was so much blood. Why was there so much blood? He ripped her shirt open and saw a laceration starting from under her breast and ending the side of her waist. Smaller cuts decorated around it, bleeding so much. Wandless magic. Non-verbal magic. Belay was fucking skilled. He's seen this curse, Hiatus Segmenellis, his father had used it before. He had used it once, he never thrown up so much before. His mother holding his hand. Hermione clutched his Auror robes, her eyes wide and filled with tears, her mouth open and small little breaths escaping her. He had yelled at everyone, telling them to call an emergency medic team, before he looked into Hermione's eyes. Don't talk Granger. You'll be fine. I promise. He brushed her hair back, his fingers trailing her jawline. When she shut her eyes, he froze.

She was in an induced coma for a day in a half, the lacerations taking a while to heal. The blood always continuing to flow, never stopping. Harry crowded her side of her bed, Ron as well before he had to go and take care of his twins before they brought down the house. George and his wife Angelina brought in the tykes of their own before a nurse had to kick them out for being so loud. Hermione always looked out for him, to see if he will spontaneously walk through the door. He never visited her once, not even when she woke up and when she left St. Mungos. He saw her until she was in his study, watching him with her hooded eyes all silent. It angered him she was calm

He was angry.

Her whole side burned from the laceration Belay gave her (She now had nice healed pink scar to add her to her collection) and Draco was angry-livid. Screams of how were they supposed to get a full report on any future attacks if Belay didn't talk to her? And how Belay had shut her out and had injured her. He had yelled at her, saying things that made cringe and hug herself tighter.

"Hermione look, 'One theory is that stimulation of the vagus nerve triggers an increase in oxytocin levels. The hugging and oxytocin release that comes with it can then have trickle-down effects throughout the body, causing a decrease in heart rate and a drop in the stress hormones' See? I told ya. You need to hug more."

She had to repress a smile at the thought of Harry's voice. The irony of it all is Harry didn't hug unless it lead him in the bedroom to get shagged. Even then, he would always pin down his partner's arms so they wouldn't touch him. Blaise was a big talker and a much appreciative person towards Harry because apparently, "He takes control, Granger. Try it; dislodge the massive stick in your arse." She had blushed so hard in the atrium, she didn't even know which way to head, Blaise laughing loudly at her skittish form. She looked up at Draco who had stopped talking and was staring at her. His chest heaving with rapid succession.

"Are you…Are you smiling, Granger?"

She snorted, "I almost died, if anything, I'm allowed to laugh."

His groan of frustration reverberated and she had to suppress another smile before Draco hexed her. She studied him, clearing her throat, "I just wanted to see you. You know. I don't know why. Just…Yeah."

Hermione stood from the arm rest and started walking towards the door, her purse hitting her thigh. She looked at Draco a final time before she gave him her stupid famous tight lipped smile, her arm barely brushing against him she passed him. His arm shot out and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her closer to him. Draco leaned forward, letting his lips run across her hairline. She smelled like anti-septic and lavender.

"I'm cleaning out Scorpius room and Astoria's art room. If you want, you can go and choose stuff you want to keep. I just wanted you to know. I gave some stuff to Rose and Hugo as well as Neville's and George's kids. But I left the stuff you might want… just get the crap, Granger."

Her heart stilled. Right.

"Okay."


She knew the way to Scorpius room by heart, having had babysat him multiple times. They would stay up and she would magic the solar system into his room and they would watch the mist of Saturn and the Sun and the Milky Way glow and radiate onto their skin. He always had a wonderful gleam in his eyes, the same grey as his father. He had a knack for astronomy.

She opened his bedroom door open slowly, almost bare. No longer was the train set taking up half the floor, Peter Pan was still on the same spot as it had been months ago. Bloody hell, her chest hurt. Hermione crouched, running her fingers on the open pages. Hermione looked at his drawer and saw the picture of herself and Scorpius. It was such a perfect day, she had taken him to an astronomy tower in muggle London, he was so excited-he was practically jumping. It was her sixth birthday present to him. A muggle had taken the photo of them next to a large microscope. He smiled so big and her heart soared for the little boy. Grabbing the book, Hermione stood-waving her finger towards the photo, watching as it slowly made her way towards her.

She knew exactly what she wanted.


Draco was packing some of Astoria's clothes to send to Daphne, he was quiet and face grim when Hermione had found him. He was folding one of the many muggle dresses that Granger had bought for her. White with different roses and lilies-bright in their color- stood against the cotton material.

She loved that dress.

"Draco?"

He looked up to see Granger by the door to his and his late wife's bedroom. He hadn't stepped foot in it until the night before Astoria and Scorpius were murdered. He couldn't stand being in the room, her perfume penetrated his senses and it made the loss much more worse to handle. He placed the dress before going to Astoria's vanity, raising her favorite Dutch perfume to his nose.

Bloem Huid van Llelies

"She always wore this damn perfume. Flower Skin of Lilies," Draco smiled sadly, "When I met her for the first time in my seventh year, she was wearing it. It was the best fucking thing I ever smelt."

Draco watched Granger through the mirror. Watching her smile, her eyes staring at the ceiling, "Her grandmother manufactured it as a hobby. She tried to get me to wear once, but I can't stand the smell of lilies. I always preferred-"

"Jautrusis Musėkautas Tart. That bloody atrocious thing. You and your obsession of Venus Flytraps astounds me, Granger."

Her laugh was short lived but it made him throw her a small smile. Although she didn't see it- Draco knew that he did a rare thing. Draco watched her enter the room, her purse and coat gone-probably removed by Allestr (if he knew that damn elf and Draco knew him, he would have forcibly removed them from her person.)

Granger traced the fabric of Astoria's dress that was inside a very large box on the settee, "Why didn't you visit me? I like to think we were close, but ever since…Astoria and Scorpius…and the um kiss you have been distant with me and then Belay and you disappear. Just, I was just wondering."

Granger was gnawing her bottom lip, Draco staring at the action. It captured his attention. Moving swiftly, Draco pressed himself against Granger's backside. Moving her hair to the side, Draco watched her carotid move quickly, her shoulders tensing. Placing his mouth near her ear, he sighed into it. Letting his breath tickle her cheek.

"I couldn't see you. All I thought was of the blood you covered me in. I could not, Granger."

Granger turned, raising her face to him, "Draco…"

It was barely audible, her lips barely moving and was watching her. Freckles dotted her cheeks and nose. Barely noticeable but there.

He was studying her one moment and the next his hand was in her hair and their teeth were hitting each other. She was whimpering and he had his eyes screwed shut. She had untucked his shirt and her hands were running up her abdomen, she was cold and it made him hiss. He removed her shirt, lifting it up, breaking the kiss for a moment before he was on her. Running his tongue over the ridges, he trailed open mouth kisses down her jaw, marking her. His hands unclasped the bra she wore and Draco pulled away watching them give a tiny bounce. They were tinier than what he was used to- Astoria was medium sized and during pregnancy they had grown considerably large, Pansy has large breasts that he, well thoroughly enjoyed. He watched as the dusty pink nipples chilled to the air, hardening under his gaze. Raising a finger, her traced her nipple, Granger silent and watching him. Her lip was between her teeth. Pinching, he rolled her nipple between his fingers, Granger letting out a moan. Draco stifled his own groan, his slacks becoming unbearably tight. Running his hand, he cupped her breast, it barely filled his hand, having to press his hand to fell the nipple against his palm, so taut and warm. Granger slightly pushed his hand away, sinking to her knees. He was momentarily confused before he realized what she was going to do. The zipper opening was loud to his hyper-sensitive ears, he wasn't used to this. Purebloods don't go on their knees. Astoria never wanted to do it and Pansy had huffed at the thought. And she was Pansy.

When he felt her hand around his cock, he hissed. It had been too long and her hands were fucking freezing. But her mouth wasn't. He looked at her, controlling his emotions and keeping his face calm. Granger would glance at him through her eyelashes while she took him down her throat. Her mouth felt like cavern, surrounding him. She had a small mouth and an equally small throat…and if he didn't get her up, he would come all over mouth.

He grabbed her and pulled her up, his brain telling him to let his seed overfill his mouth until she was choking from the amount. He stared at the brightest witch of their age. She was flushed and she was licking her lips while she looked into his eyes.

They were a clear brown and his were a dark grey.

He whispered inaudibly and Hermione felt the cold air hit her now naked body, watching as Draco pushed her on the bed. She landed with a soft thud and she watched Draco. He was carved from stone, each muscle and scar perfectly carved. It made her whimper and her parts wetter as he slid his hands up her legs-separating her legs. Each of his hands-callused and warm- on each thigh. He watch her slit glisten, almost like a twinkle under the light. With two fingers, he touched her mound. Brown curls catching her juices, becoming such a darker color from the wetness. Draco separated her lips, the pink flesh throbbing, he saw her clit pulsate from her wetness and heartbeat. He circled it once, the gasp he illicit causing his cock to throb harder.

Screw the foreplay.

He dragged her to the edge, until her arse was almost falling off. Wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively, he let the head of him just sit at the entrance of her. Staring hard at Granger. Until her brown hair became a soft straight brown and her brown eyes became blue. Watched as her face became Astoria's and with a groan he entered her with one forceful stroke. He grabbed her throat, putting light pressure while the other grasped her hip.

He was vice like and Hermione felt him fill her to the brim. It hurt, she hadn't had sex in almost three years unless it was her hand who gave her a mediocre orgasm that left her breathless and irritable.

She was whimpering, feeling everything start to build up. Draco had leaned down, his face now hidden in her neck. Hermione lifting her leg higher and she moaned louder. He was hitting her right in that spot, the spot she only ever read in books. Seen exaggerated in porn films. Merlin bless that spot.

Draco's thrust became forceful and she felt his fingers tightened around her throat. But she could care less because he was his hitting that spot. He was making her wetter by the second and she was leaking, feeling her run down her bottom. His balls hitting against the wet skin causing harsh slaps to resonate in the room. Hermione took a deep breath in as Draco gripped her hip harder, his thrusts more erratic.

"Draco…slow, hurts."

Draco pushed in harder, hitting her in that damn spot and she forgot that Draco was gripping her too tight and that he was just making her feel so fucking good.

Hermione gasped and clutched his back, feeling shivers and seeing stars behind her eyelids, she met his thrust more languidly, whimpering out her orgasm wanting it to last. She hummed as she heard Draco spoke, feeling him thrust one more time before she felt the warmness of his seed fill her.

She stilled.

"Astoria. Fuck you feel so good, so tight. Astoria."

She felt the tears before Hermione fully registered that Draco was calling out her dead best friend's-his dead wife's name. His sigh of content against her skin was complete mockery towards her.

"Draco get off me."

Draco grunted at Granger's words. He was confused. She wasn't even letting the high fully come down.

"Granger wait a moment."

"Get off me!" The desperation in her voice caused him to stand quickly, slipping out of her his member soft yet heavy against his thigh. He watched Granger as she cried while putting on her clothes, tears racking her body. She hasn't cried like this since the death of his family.

Almost a year ago.

"Granger-"

"I was so stupid. To remotely think. God, I never want to see you again!"

Draco stood naked in the room, watching her leave. His heart sinking at the utter truth in her words.


'The bruises on her neck were an ugly purple. The edges much a lighter purple, but still purple. They were stark against her skin. She leaned closer to the bathroom mirror, the sink pressing uncomfortably into her abdomen. Tracing the bruises, she shivered at her faintest touch.

Has she mentioned she's going to the darkest pit of hell?

Hermione knew he didn't mean to be forceful with her- well at least she hoped not- her hips were sore from where he grabbed her forcefully. She had told him to loosen his grip and he retaliated with harder thrusts-making her whimper into his shoulder. She knew his hand was around her throat, his breath hot against her jaw, her ear still tingled with the groans he let slip out, making her throb harder, she felt so sex crazed. She had tried to keep her pants to a minimum when she saw it. It was thick and heavy in her hand, light blue veins decorating his shaft. It was slightly darker color, still pale but she could tell the slight difference in the pigmentation from where it jutted from his body. The hair was normal color blond, almost dirty and coarser a difference against the silk of his hair, it surrounded his member-and trimmed short, which caused her eyebrows to raise. The head was monstrous, such a dark red it looked purple, engorged with blood, and pulling back the foreskin had fascinated her. Watching beads of his fluids slip out from the slit before she placed her mouth over it-she felt dirty now just thinking about it. He was well endowed, he was much thicker than Ron, slightly longer.

She was going crazy. Sooner or later it was going to be Hannah treating her as one of her patients-Merlin what was wrong with her?

Sighing, Hermione returned to her bedroom, watching as Agartha pecked the window again, a letter tied to her foot. She was beautiful owl. Pure black with striking eyes. She had learned to uses every sense much higher for she was blind. Opening the window, Granger gave the bird a treat before she pried the letter open, already knowing the contents:

HG,

It has been days. Granger, please. I fully understand the mistake that happened. Let's forget and move on.

dM.

She reattached the letter to Agartha's foot, before giving her another handful of treats, sending her off with no reply.

I can't just move on, bloody idiot. I'm in love with you.


Definitions

Jautrusis Musėkautas Tart: Venus Flytrap Tart

Bloem Huid van Llelies: Flower Skin Lilies

Hiatus Segmenellis : All Latin{Hiatus-Gaping Hole, Pellis-skin, For the 'segmene' part I completely forgot the word but once I figure it out, Ill post it!}

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