Just a quick note that this book is termed mature so please don't comment stuff like "omg are they gonna have sex" or "they are only teenagers! This isn't appropriate" girl, this is fiction, what did you expect? P.S. Major sexual themes in this chapter somewhere in the middle/end, skip if you want to.
Draco's mind was hurting with all this new information. It was like an endless swirl of smokey memories, more like fragments, which he did and did not remember at the same time. For instance, the memory of lying to Bellatrix at the Manor when she told him to confirm if it really was Potter or not with the deformed face before him, it was still vivid in his mind— but then, there was another piece of a dream which though wasn't actually reality, still managed to make Draco feel like it had happened to him somewhere in his past. It was somewhere around tmore like fragments, which he did and did not remember at the same time. For instance, the memory of lying to Bellatrix at the Manor when she told him to confirm if it really was Potter or not with the deformed face before him, it was still vivid in his mind— but then, there was another piece of a dream which though wasn't actually reality, still managed to make Draco feel like it had happenedhe time of his first year at Hogwarts. He had been buying school books with his father at Flourish and Bolts. It was only then that he saw Weasley, who not only just came up to him at the store with a thick stack of books on one hand, but also extended a hand of friendship towards him with a smile.
He knew that hadn't actually happened.
It wasn't the friendship initiative that made Draco realise it was a dream, it was rather the fact that Ron Weasley had managed to get himself decent and first edition books.
How could Weasley even afford to go in there in the first place? He was as poor as a gingernut. Wasn't he supposed to get hand-me-down books from his oh so big family tree?
"What the fuck?" Draco looked at the empty portrait where Snape had stood just moments ago. He didn't care if his headmistress was giving him a daunting look at the use of his language, all he did, however, know was that he needed to find out more. "What? Where did he go?" he turned around to locate seven more potriats to his back, five more to his left and finally, an additional three to his right. And it was so dark, match that with his black robes and it would be a nightmare to find him in here, even if he used a lumos, the light still wouldn't have been enough bright to search through all the sixteen portraits in the room.
He cast one glance at McGonagall who, for some reason, had her mouth pressed in a thin line and eyes closed.
Gee, if it's not dark enough in here already, Draco rolled his eyes.
Taking matters in his own hands, he stalked forward, blasting off a lumos after lumos from his wand as he searched through the portraits. He didn't understand if this was the time to be playing games, why didn't Snape understand that? "Bloody hell! Where tge fuck are you?!" his voice was booming and he was scared— even a minute wasted felt like a huge burden. Who knew how many lives could be saved by a minute's importance? Draco sure as hell didn't want to find out.
Finally pulling herself togther, McGonagall followed suit; searching the portraits on her left as Draco took the ones ahead. It felt as if the rook was getting darker and darker by the minute, both of them had to act quick.
"This isn't the time for your games, Severus!" McGonagall ripped off yellowed sheet from another portrait. "People are dying and more will die if you continue to act like this tattered child!"
And then, they heard it— a faint sigh.
Both Draco and McGonagall turned their heads simultaneously to the back. There stood Snape with a thick book in his hands, casually flipping through the pages as if he hadn't caused complete havoc for the two of them mere minutes ago. "Are you two just going to stand there or are you both interested in finding out about this new horcrux?" he sounded bored, like always. Draco looked at McGonagall at the same time she turned her head towards him. With an affirming nod from their sides, both made their way towards the initial portrait that Snape had resided in. "Just so you know, I wasn't playing any games, however fun that may sound. I went to get this forbidden fruit for you." on cue, he flashed the thick, leather covered book at them.
"Where did you get that from?" Draco decided to break the ice. He had known all the books in both the gigantic libraries the Manor housed, not once had he come across the one Snape was holding. It was an old book or so said the yellow pages and the worn out cover, as if it had been soaked in water almost every single day. To see a book like that still serving its purpose was a complete shocker.
"From the restricted of the restricted section of your beautiful home." Snape snarled. Even though his voice had a menacing edge to it, Draco didn't dare to say otherwise. "Your mother," Snape started, Draco cringed. "Kept a very private room on the second floor, in the very east wing of the Manor. I'm sure you remember." he recalled his mother ever mentioning it, going to it, heck, anything at all but his mind was blank. Sensing this, Snape started again. "Ah! How can I forget? You were a stupid little boy who couldn't be told no. Of course you found your way towards that room, being your annoying and bratty self. She had you obiliviated of that memory, I recall now."
Draco was sure that the ground beneath his feet cracked. This couldn't be true. Why would his mother obliviate him just because he had found his way to a stupid little room? "That's impossible. Why would she rid me off my memory for finding a stupid room? So it was a private place for her, big deal." he looked at McGonagall who kept a straight face. Draco couldn't believe it— she actually thought this bullshit was true, at least she was considering it to be true!
"Stupid boy—" Snape started.
"Look, you're dead now. The least you can do is be respectful of your only godchild. You keep calling me names and I haven't even been in your presence for an hour!" Draco shouted to which, of course, Snape showed no interest. He seemed to totally ignore him next and then turn to the headmistress. Just when Draco scoffed and folded his arms, wand tucked in between his fingers, Snape started talking again.
"It wasn't about the room, you git!" Draco opened his mouth to retort, even readying a punch to see if you could actually punch someone in a portrait but McGonagall held his arm, stopping him just in time. "It was about what the room held! Don't you understand? Your mother was involved in the Darkest magic one could ever possibly imagine. She had started reading books on the Darkest of the Darkest magic, resurrections, summoning dark magic and it's creators by offering dead bodies as a sacrifice. She could not let you or anyone else find out about it!" Draco remained muted, his mind was everywhere and dear God, his heart was nowhere. "If you had found out that day, chances of you getting dragged into this whole mess would've skyrocketed, Malfoy. Who knows what could've happened. You're lucky that she obiliviated you, at least had the smallest sparks of decency to protect her child from all the mess she had created." he muttered the last part to himself. "The best guess could be, at that time, that she was trying to summon the Dark Lord."
McGonagall had a hard time digesting all this new information Snape had said, Draco, however, had a harder time.
"That's absurd." McGonagall saved him the trouble of speaking. "Why would she try to summon the Dark Lord when she warned her own son to save himself from the exact same person?" Well, thank Merlin for good brains. What had been on Draco's mind, McGonagall spoke with such ease that it even made Draco question her telepathy, or maybe he was just taht transparent.
"I said, at that time! Maybe her objectives changed when she realised what she was actually doing, how utterly despicable it was. She could've realised only then, the consequences it would bring about, therefore, stopping immediately and warning you off. Or maybe it wasn't to protect you, maybe she was trying feel less guilty by telling you. We can not know for sure. It's unfortunate that whatever secrets she held have gone with her." Snape concluded. His dark eyes fell on the book he held in his hands, his knuckles turning white as he continued to hold it tightly. "She was a good woman."
Now that, surprised both of them.
"She was a good woman, Narcissa. No matter how much you loathed her, or anybody else did, for the matter— she'd never endanger the life of her only child. That much I can tell you without a doubt. I knew her. Being a the most loyal servant to Voldemort made me closer to her as a person, thanks to my frequent trips to the Manor, which, at that time, was the main headquarters for the Dark Lord to commence his evil from. She'd never hurt you, Malfoy." he looked at him again, handed him the thick volume, completely surprising the two at an object coming out of a portrait. "I don't think she would've had the heart to summon the Dark Lord if she knew that he would come looking for you one day. Here, take this." he motioned to the book. It was worn out, had no title and almost a pain in the eyes to decipher anything from it from the blurred words which didn't even seem to be in English.
"This is the last thing she left in my possession before she destroyed the room herself a few months ago. She told me it was getting too dark, too suffocating." Snape said in a flat tone. "I didn't know what she meant then, now, I do. She was afraid what she had started would come her haunting back one day and she was right. It did come back, and it took her." a single tear fell from his eyes and he didn't even dare to wipe it away. It was the first time he had cried after having lost his mother, this time, the grief had actually settled deep within his heart, and it was spreading. He had been so strong, all this time. Eversince the woman who had birthed him had died right in his arms, Draco had been so hard on himself— forcing himself to be even stronger than his usual facade. But now, he had allowed himself to cry, to grief, to feel, to be whole and to be human.
Sometimes, we need someone else to tell us how kind hearted the people were who left us in order to grieve fully
And that was okay.
"I'm afraid that's all I can tell you." Snape eyes the boy before him, pity welling up in his heart. He couldn't fathom what it would like for him right now, going through this all over again— first with Voldemort and his post war scars and now his mother and the pain the news brought along with it. "You must decipher this book. I couldn't do it as I didn't have enough resources being stuck in these godforsaken walls with these damming portraits." he sighed, "But I believe I know a person who can do it, if not me."
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"Hermione, kisses can wait, I swear, I have bigger prob—" But of course he didn't get to finish that sentence, thanks to his girlfriend giggling and kissing him all over the place. Draco didn't say that he minded it one bit, though. "Granger, time out, stop! Listen to me—" Hermione stood up on her bed so she towered over the tall boy, looking down at him, she pulled him up a little by the collar of his white shirt, lips colliding with lips to make him moan in ecstasy.
Hermione Granger gave the most addictive kisses, and that was a fact.
Draco soon realised that if he wanted to get his point across, he needed to comply, so he jumped on the bed himself and gathered the girl before him in his arms. He pressed his lips to her collarbone, enticing a soft moan from her. He dipped his tongue in the hollow of her collarbone and gently flicked it. "Is my dear girlfriend satisfied now?" The smirk on his lips never left, Hermione, however, kept her mouth lips parted, her eyes closed.
"Hermione?" Draco kept his arms wrapped around her figure. He feared that the moment he let her loose, she'd fall down. "Hermione?" He tried again but no response yet. Her eyes were closed and by the looks of it, she was either really tired or merely fooling around— Draco decided on the latter. If he needed to get her into work mode, he knew some things he could try in order to fulfill his motive. "Well would you look at that," he started, Hermione didn't even budge as Draco gently laid her down on the soft mattress, he noticed how she didn't let go of his hand throughout the whole thing. "I think you're tired babygirl," He smirked, gently detaching his hand from hers. "It's true after all, you overwork yourself. I'm sure a little sleep will be the best option for you right now. Just let me get that for you." his hands went to her skirt, gently pulling down the soft fabric. He kept his silver eyes on the girl before him for any sight of fear or uncomfort. A ghost of smile payed on her pink lips but she didn't move, not even when she felt him slide the whole fabric off her smooth legs. Hermione heard his suck in a breather but it was gone as quick as it had come.
Serves him right, she thought. I wonder when he'll notice—
"Granger, bloody hell." and he did notice, after all. Hermione smirked to herself. It's not her fault she was feeling so...hormonal today. She had read in book about stuff like this, all she wanted to do was find out if it was true or not. "Where in Merlin's name are you knickers?"
In response, Hermione only stirred. She pushed her legs a little further apart, very well knowing that Draco was watching her like a hawk. She teased him a bit more when she let her right hand travel down to her navel, suddenly opening her eyes and keeping them intact on Draco, who couldn't look anywhere else except the widening of her legs. She noticed his gaze irked towards her hand on her navel, venturing south and south to her abdomen— it happened so fast, Draco had her hand in his and he pulled her towards his hot body. With a jolt, Hermione found herself naked from the waist down on her boyfriend's lap— very well aware of the heat churning inside her body at the mere contact of skin on skin. Hermione allowed her eyes to flutter open and take a small peek at the pale boy's face before her. There he was, looking back at her with love-like eyes and heart clenching at the memory of midnight.
"Do you want to kill me, Granger?" he brushed a soft curl away from her face to take a better look in her warm eyes. His nose came next to hers, pressed together and their breaths mingling. What had started as soft messing around had turned into a hot erotic scene— and the night wasn't even over yet. Hermione put a hand to his chest, feeling the unsteady beating of his heart, being around her made Draco jump into a pool of ecstasy, she knew exactly which button is his to push to extract maximum pleasure out of him.
This was love, wasn't it? Saying all that you wanted to without even uttering a single word, because the sound of your heartbeat, the sweating of your palms, the knots in your stomach and trembling of your body told the whole story on their own.
"Maybe," Hermione started, she felt something poke her inner thigh from where she sat on top of him. It was no denying what she knew already. Instead of clamping up, she pressed a tender kiss to his lips, "Maybe I just want you to touch me, Draco." to say that the words were shocking would've been an understatement— they completely left Draco baffled but he did a good job of masking it, after all, whatever the lady wanted, right? This thing with Snape, McGonagall, Voldemort and the dark mark had left him little to no time to spend with Hermione. Many days they didn't even sleep together in the same bed, his routine had been badly damaged throughout this whole period. Maybe this was God's way of telling him to take a break.
"I'm afraid I can't do that." before she could look hurt at his words, Draco seized the liberty to grab her wrist in one hand whilst letting his other hsdn travel down to her sensitive naked folds. Hermione gasped as his fingers rested on her wet feminine folds, not moving but resting. She looked up to meet his eyes, only to find him looking back at her. He leaned forward, touching his lips to her ear just when he ran his finger over her wetness making her squirm. "But I will if you promise me I get a taste, too." without waiting for a response, Draco pressed his aching lips to hers, his tongue fighting for dominance just when Hermione let out another gasp. She wasn't actually expecting him to do it, to do anything, for the matter.
"Draco—" she moaned in between getting tackled by soft kisses; her lips and neck. He pressed his finger into her folds. It was only then that she realised the urgency her heart possessed in that moment. She could feel his breathing becoming faster with every passing second, it felt like vintage music to her ears— soft and blissful. Hermione allowed her body to shift a little in order to adjust to his view, she bit down on her lip just when his fingers started moving against her folds. Hermione threw her head back.
It felt like someone had injected a drug into her system; slowly but surely, she was losing all consciousness of her surroundings and her own self. She let out a louder moan when he started rubbing his thumb against her dropping flesh, it was absolutely maddening to think that not only had she allowed her uptight self to let loose for the night but also the fact that she had been the one two practically seduce him. "Draco," she whimpered as he increased his pace a bit more, he flipped her on her back on the bed, trapping her form with his. His forehead was sweating and she could hear the erratic beating of his heart, and dear God, it was such a big turn on. "Draco—" she squirmed again but Draco shushed her with an urgent kiss to her lips, biting down her bottom lip to the extent of nearly drawing blood.
"Not now," he panted against her sweaty skin, his fingers expertly moving against her felsh until she was screaming his name in agony and utter pleasure.
"Draco! I— Ah!" she screamed under his body but he didn't stop, the screams just kept on getting louder and louder. "Oh God, Draco— I think I'm going to—" but before she could finish her sentence, he had already withdrawn his fingers from her folds. Hermione watched in utter confusion (and anger) as he pretended as if nothing has happened just mere seconds ago! She was about to scream when she suddey stopped. Draco looked at her once in the eye and then, he was already crawling toward her on all fours. Hermione gulped, something about the lust in his eyes told her that he wasn't done yet. When he was finally face to face with the witch, he smothered a kiss on her mouth, "My God, aren't you just beautiful."
Hermione didn't know what to make of that statement so she only continued to look at him with a confused face. And then, she saw it. He ran his tongue over his bottom lips before crawling back to his place. Draco didn't break eye contact with his with as she popped the first two buttons of his white shirt, and then, south he went to reveal his slender pale body. "You've been a very vad girl today, Granger. I had such an important thing to talk to you about and look where we are now." he chuckled dryly, "But I guess that can wait till you're thoroughly punished for your actions."
She finally found her voice. "And what is my crime?"
Draco clicked his tongue. "Being the perfect seductress, of course." and then, he had already attached his mouth south of her abdomen before Hermione had the chance to prepare. Whatever he had left from his actions, he was sure to finish it now. Hermione remembered screaming his name and pulling at his soft locks, urging him to be closer to her. His tongue flicked her folds, sucked the wetness and tasted all her delicious glory— it was chaotic, blissfly chaotic.
"Draco, I can't take it anym—" she threw her head back further into the pillows, eyes screwed shut, the pain was unbearable, but the pleasure made up for it.
Draco raised his head just a bit, looking at her through his leashes, "Then what's stopping you?"
It was only half a minute of more screaming until she finally came, and dear lord, did it destroy all fucking boundaries they had ever set.
A/N: okay...initially I couldn't write this scene but I managed to, so I do not know how this turned out. Be a darling and please tell me how it was! I suppose we all were missing some spontaneous Dramione action so here's a treat!
My phone's battery is at 4% so I'll proofread this later, sorry for any mistakes!
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