Author Note: Hello All!

Smut Warning: The whole second half of this chapter is smut, so please proceed with caution. I don't normally write smut so please review and let me know if it was any good. Haha.

Thanks!

~ Madi

Chapter Thirty-Four

I Need Ya

"Some days,
I just wanna leave the negativity in my head,
I just want relief from my stress,
I just want relief from my stress,

Some days,
I don't wanna see or,
Have a bunch of people to impress,
I just want relief from my stress,

Got my state of mind,
Yeah, walking on that grey line,
Hoping my stress dies,
It's like I hate it but love it at the same time,
Pressure pushing me from all sides,
Insecurities of all kinds, yeah,
I'm a hostage to my own pride..."

My Stress by NF

Saturday November 30th, 1996

In the Halls leading away from the Slytherin Common Room, Half past eleven in the evening

The swift chilled air of the crisp evening twisted from a window that was slightly ajar. Speckled flakes of snow glittered in the muted moons light as Draco started walking away from the Slytherin commons. The sound of his dress shoes softly echoed against the stone flooring while he tightened his already firm grasp upon the familiar burning coin.

With a shaky and uneven breath, Draco scanning the empty halls slowly with his dimly lit wand lighting his way. With his free hand, Draco reached upwards to rub his eyes in order to see better. The week had not been kind to him.

Each night for hours at a time, he spent rebuilding and working on the vanishing closet that Knott had destroyed for what seemed like no reason. Each time his coin had burned his mark twisted hotly against his skin, the pain almost unbearable at times. After the pain faded each time, Draco reminded himself, 'Better you, than mother...'.

It was rather apparent that the Dark Lord's plans had been pushed forwards even more so by the urgency his aunt Bella now had with fixing the cabinet. The thought made him worry...

With a sharp scuff of his shoe against the ground before he began to ascended the stairs, Draco recalled his thoughts over the week.

As if working on the cabinet hadn't been enough, it had been days since his sinful encounter with Granger in the library. Even when he was able too seek out just a little sleep these past five days, it had always been filled with the know-it-all in every dirty and compromising position his mind could come up with.

Clearing his throat slightly in order to push those thoughts aside for the moment, Draco turned the corner. His cheeks blossoming with warmth that suddenly grew hot, then quickly pulsed under his skin. With that, Draco silently wondered what he would do the next time he ran into Granger. The more time he spent away from seeing her, the more anxious he had become.

With a shuddering shiver, Draco made his way to the room of Requirements while the silence of the castle made him weary. Just when he came close to where the door appeared normally Draco heard a soft snap of some kind of cloth behind him. Instinctively Draco rose his wand and spun on the soles of his shoes. He was met with familiar sharp and hallow features and slicked black shoulder length hair.

"Why are you following me?" Draco sneered softly through his teeth just before the elder Slytherin managed to reach out and grab hold of him. Without another word Draco found himself roughly discarded to lean up against a wall beside a door. Snape then proceeded to open the door without a single word.

Draco reached upwards to fix his robes with a sneer before entering the room as the door closed behind him from the slight flick of Snape's wrist. Draco the started to look around the empty yet dimly lit dark arts class room before his eyes then landed on the back of the sullen professor.

"Mr. Malfoy, there is only so much assistance I can provide..." Snape started speaking without even looking in Draco's direction while he lifted his wand swiftly and briefly. A singular book drifted from the top shelf of one of his book shelves before he reached out and the book landed in his hand.

"What makes you think that I am in need of your help," Draco jeered with a small tick of the right corner of his mouth. Crossing his arms, Draco the proceeded to lean against a desk. "I don't need you..."

Snape spun around with a slight swish of his cloak, peering coldly at Draco, not even attempting to hide the apparent disdain in his unchanging expression. The look was controlled and calculating. He then proceeded to set the book down upon his desk before taking a step towards Draco.

"If I were you, Mr. Malfoy," Snape looked to blonde up and down with an elongated drawl to his words in order to emphasize each word, "Perhaps your focus should be upon the task at hand, rather than a fleeting moment of belonging or attention... Because I can assure you it is fleeting..."

Draco stared down Snape wordlessly yet confused at whatever he had been insinuating. He was focused upon his task... 'How dare he suggest otherwise...'

"My Father always did say you were a bit held up on something, probably somebody who treated you like the blood traitor you are-" Draco smugly scowled but was cut off but the sudden reaction his words had invoked.

"Your Father is a miserable half-wit," he glared harshly as Draco began to grit his teeth. "Can't even accomplish retrieving a simple prophecy without ending up in Askaban..."

Draco exhaled with an eye-roll. 'No argument there...'

Snape shook his head in disgust as he then made his way to his store closet which he went into. Taking the opportunity to see what his houses' head was interested in at such a late hour in the evening. Briefly scanning the room, Draco stopped to look at a small bit of parchment upon the desk that caught his attention. Looking towards the open door to where Snape was, he took a step or two closer to the desk. On the paper, Draco could see what looked markings looking into Dark magic. It would have been rather odd if he had still been the potions professor, but what stood out was it had to do with curses. More specifically about treating them and figuring out about the break down of how curses were structured.

Taking another short step towards the parchment Draco could tell from the notes it was about how to reverse dark magic once it attached itself to someone...

"This should help-" The sudden voice made Draco jump backwards tearing his eyes away from the parchment and towards the professor who quickly rose his hand. All the pages sprawled across his desk quickly floated and sorted themselves into a neat stack then into a drawer that proceeded to close sharply. "With fatigue..."

Snape eyed Draco with a deep yet concerning look before reaching for something in his robes pocket. It happened so fast that Draco had almost no chance to react.

"Legilimens..." Snape's wand lifted as Draco untangled his arms only in time to grip onto the desk behind him and grit his teeth.

Flashes danced in his mind. Some of the Dark Lord. Slithering and hissing. Then with black wisps of smoke, the memory turned to his mother. Tearful and alone.

Then he was in school. Walking around and towards the room of Requirements...

Draco could hear his own gasp from breath as he cried out with his eyes closed tightly and his empty hand making a fist. 'Block. Him. Out.'

Flashes of him screaming and then there it was. The rain pouring and he was near Hogsmead. He turned around to see her just standing there against the wall. Her eyes were wide and rather vulnerable. Bushy curls sprawled just long enough to go past her shoulders. He was screaming words at her as she pushed back with words of her own... then he was within a foot from her, almost against her. It really felt as if he could actually still feel her warmth close to him... as if he could smell the spicy scent of cinnamon. She went to shove him away, but Draco caught her hand and proceeded to pin it against the wall with her other hand.

'Shove. Him. OUT!' Draco shouted to himself as he watched the memory dancing like a sinful cloud of smoke.

"Granger... just shut it..." the words echoed in his ears hotly as their lips crashed together roughly, followed by a black block of smoke that erupted and began to fade the memory...

Draco opened his eyes as he shouted out loud and watched a blue light pushing Snape backwards back into his desk, then slowly fade. With forced angry sputtering breaths, Draco ripped out his wand and seethed up at the older Slytherin.

"How dare you use that on me..." Draco hissed through his teeth pointing his wand as Snap then sneered before reaching down towards the book he had taken from his bookshelf.

"The Dark Lord, would not be as forgiving..." Snape drawled before handing the book as well as a small potion to Draco who looked at them as if they were something that would hurt him. "This will help with repairing magical relics. I do believe you might have some use for this..."

Draco grit his teeth and snatched the book and potion before starting towards the door.

"As for the Granger girl..." the words made Draco pause slightly but he refused to turn around while clutching the book firmly in his grasp, "Word of advice... Don't..."

Without acknowledging a single word that was said, Draco made his way to the door and opened it with a wave if his hand without lifting his wand. Gritting his teeth he passed through the door and was out in the hall for mere seconds before hearing the clicking sound of it closing. He quickly slipped his hand into his pocket where he placed the potion and reached to feel the coin still burning hotly. Knowing instantly he had very little time before his aunt Bella would grow frustrated waiting.

'Stupid... Doesn't even know what he's on about...' Draco thought to himself as he turned the corner. When a door of a closet slowly grew in size, Draco reached out and made his way inside the room.

Draco was angry with himself that he had let him into his mind in the first place. Once the Legilimens are in someones mind, it is that more difficult to push them out, for most almost impossible. Keeping them out to begin with is obviously the better way to go about it. Maybe Snape had a point... If he hadn't been thinking of her he might have been more prepared.

Shaking his head he placed the book upon the ground and pulled out his wand. When he was about to start his spells his breath was cut short. Abrupt splitting pain ripping from his mark and began infecting his whole body. He focused on the feeling of spitting sharp hot knives as if they were trying to cut their way out of him from the inside out. In that moment all he could think about was if there was anything that could make it stop. The voice was fuzzy at first then the hissing word lapped at his neck as if he could feel sputtering hot breath against his skin.

"Tonight, we venture forth with step one of the plan... With young Theodore Knott leading a team to search out crucial information ... Everything is falling into place for us to strike... By this time next year Dumbledore will have fallen and the Ministry will belong to us... Wait for the sign...Once Draco fulfills his task, we will strike..."

The hissing words pulsated in his ears like burning dark magic thickening his blood. Draco hadn't realized he had fallen forward until he had to catch himself with the cabinet. The pain subsided into a dull throbbing in his left arm and head. Just when he was about to take a deep breath, a sudden clank of metal landing upon the ground pulled his attention from what had just happened to whoever had followed him.

Pointing his wand in the direction of the sound Draco swallowed harshly before speaking. "Who's there..." His voice was horse and thick. When he saw a slow movement from behind a dresser of some sort he saw none other than Granger tucking a loose draped section of curls that had fallen from her tousled bun behind her ear. He lowered his wand and almost felt instantly relive, but still rather annoyed.

"I wasn't following you if that's what you're about to say..." she crossed her arms slowly before looking around the room. Draco watched her and brief memories of their time in the library played in his mind. He watched her pressing her lips together tightly before relaxing them just enough that her lips parted slightly.

Swallowing once again, he pressed his right hand against the dresser again beside him to rest against slightly while his muscles involuntarily twitched from the recent event. He watched her brow crease and bunch together as he turned his back to the dresser in order to lean against it and closed his eyes. With his eyes still open he reached for his cloak leaving him in a black button down. He proceeded to unbutton and remove it with his eyes still closed, letting it drop to the ground.

"Draco... Are you alright?" her voice was a lulling sound that grew closer. He clenched his fists tightly and then exhaled softly. Normally the pain from hearing the Dark Lord through the mark wasn't as draining, but then again he usually talked for less time and to less people. He knew at that moment he had been talking to every death eater there was, and that wasn't a pleasant experience.

"I'm fine Granger..." he mumbled and suddenly felt a soft warm hand pressing against his forehead. The sudden and soft touch startled him so much that he reached upwards with his right hand and proceeded to grab hold of her wrist. His eyes opened to meet wide brown ones that looked right into is. The warmth of her now started to brush up against him as he then pulled her to him so that she was now close enough that he could reach forward and kiss her.

Without another word he slowly pushed himself off of the dresser slipping his hand into his pocket to feel the coin. It had gone cold. Sighing in relief, he pushed himself off of the dresser and proceeded to spin them so that her back was the one pressing into the wood. He moved his free hand in order to steady himself before her.

With everything that happened in the past hour, Draco finally felt relaxed even if he knew that this moment might be fleeting. Taking in each freckle that speckled her nose, he leaned down and slid his wand into his pocket. When his hand was free, Draco then moved his hand upwards to cup her cheek. She sighed and leaned into his whole reaction made Draco shiver lightly tilting his head, he couldn't help but think about how damn beautiful she was. With his thumb he proceeded to pull at her bottom lip eve so slightly before she opened her eyes.

"Why wont you say what's wrong?" she asked as her brow then started to fall back into their worried crease. He paused looking at her. Aside from the pain he had experienced, he could still hear Snape's words echo in his head.

"Because Granger, nothing-" he started and she cut him off.

"Don't treat me like I am some stupid bint." she bit. He couldn't help but sneer down at her.

"Do you ever shut up?" he couldn't stop the words before they came out and she glared up at him. She had no right to come here and demand that he tell her everything as if they were a couple. Instantly she started to push her way off of the dresser but he then proceeded to push her right back against the wood before gritting his teeth.

"I agreed no games," he spoke through his teeth, "There was nothing in that statement that we had to share our feelings with each other."

He looked deep into the chocolate brown pools below him before she tilted her head, mirroring his action from moments before. From her lack of words he knew that there was no argument there. From their understanding when they had talked, this, whatever this was between them, was a release from stress... at least for him it was.

"What is this to you Granger..." He whispered looking deep in her eyes, searching to see if he would be able to read her like he normally can. Like one of her damn books.

When he asked the question she looked up at him eyes wide and unsure. She looked like she wanted to say something but stopped herself and looked away. He moved his hand that cupped her cheek towards her chin in order to tilt her face upwards. When he did that, her eyes met his once more.

"Why me?" he asked a different question, feeling the hair on his skin prickle slightly from the contracting warmth from her and the chilled air in the room.

"I could ask you the same thing Malfoy." she whispered back.

Draco then saw something flash in her eyes and it was something that he had only seen a handful of times. That look flipped a switch inside of him just as he could feel her hand grab hold of his tie. With a singular tug, Draco found himself mere inches from her face, the warmth of her breath against his lips.

Silently Draco let his eyes drink in each crease, each freckle, each curve of her face like he had done so many times before. He did this so that when he closed his eyes he could still see her face. Moving his fingers from her chin, he brushed the loose curls that hang from her bun behind her left ear with his right hand. Leaning forward, he gently pressed his lips against hers as he closed his eyes.

The slow yet ardent way he moved his lips against hers made him shiver involuntarily. With her free hand he could feel her moving it to press against his chest and slide up slowly to the nape of his neck. When he felt her soft fingers tangling themselves in the back of his hair he nipped at her bottom lip with slight pressure. The action made her whimper lightly and Draco then proceeded to sooth where he bit with the tip of his tongue.

Deepening the kiss, Draco pushed his tongue past her lips to meet hers while he moved his other free hand beside her head opposite of his other one. He felt the pressure that once weighed down his tie loosen and sliding almost hesitantly lower and lower. When he felt a feeble tug at his belt he paused as she broke the kiss. With his mind slightly foggy from snogging, Draco opened his eyes to darker chocolate ones looking him over. Opening his mouth to speak Draco found her pressing a finger to his lips.

"... I've been doing some reading over the past couple days..." She started, her words were airy and almost nervous. "What happened in the library the other day was something I hadn't experienced before and I want to repay the favor... It- It seems rather straight forward..."

Raising his right brow, the right corner of his mouth slightly curled in amusement as she pulled the leather strip through the silver buckle. Granger slowly pulled at the zipper with almost unsteady hands while Draco's small smile faded while he watched towering above her with both hands flat against the dresser behind her.

Using her hands she pulled his dress shirt upwards and began pulling at the buttons of the shirt. Draco swallowed thickly his mind drifting to the still slightly sore left forearm that rested just above her head. Once his shirt was open he saw her eyes taking in his slim and defined muscular figure. The only mark visible more she could see was the one just below his collarbone, the one he got from saving her. A jagged strip of flesh that had knitted itself back together.

In the process of watching her taking him in, Draco was suddenly brought back into the moment as her fingers slipped under his dark green boxer briefs. With a sharp yet soft gasp, Draco closed his eyes and he then felt her wrapping her fingers around him.

Oh how many times he dreamed about this...

The soft skin of her hands, the gentle tightening of her grasp, the slow dragging of her tugging up and down. Draco felt himself stiffening with each stroke with a soft almost inaudible groan. She kept that pace for what felt like a few moments before the warmth of her left and his pants were tugged upon and his boxer briefs followed. Once his member was free, Draco opened his eyes to watch Granger lowering herself to her knees before him. With her right hand she grabbed hold of him once more and dipped her head forwards towards him.

"Fuck..." Draco hissed as he felt her proceeding to take him inside her mouth and past her lips. The warmth. The soft wetness surrounding him. He knew with the way Granger suckled upon him that he wouldn't last too much longer.

Not being able to handle the slower pace Draco reached with his right hand down and tangled his fingers inside her messy bun that had almost completely fallen out. He proceeded to help guide the pace while she swallowed around him.

Moving his left hand that held him up, Draco leaned his forearm against the dresser and then rested his forehead against his forearm. Feeling the pressure build he then pushed her head closer and pushed in slightly deeper. Then he came with a sting of curse words and her name while she swallowed as much as she could with only a little leaking down her chin.

Opening his eyes he looked down at her as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before moving to stand up. Before she could say anything Draco reached for her with his right hand pulling her towards him with a hungry kiss. The salty musk taste lingered as he tangled his tongue with hers while pressing his body into hers. He had never wanted her more than he did at that moment.

With his left hand he pushed off of the dresser then moved his hand down the length of her body, slipping under her skirt. He needed her. To feel her. His hand yanked and rip her panties down her thighs tossing them as they kissed. His nibbles were rougher and had more of an edge. It was almost as if each bite was as if he kept repeating the word, 'mine' over and over again.

Draco slowly pulled back to look her in the eyes with panted breaths, his want for her mirroring in her expression.

"... Don't you dare stop now." She spoke with a sharpness in her tone that confirmed the want he saw.

" I hope you know that I'm not sure if I could even if I did want to..." he growled, his voice was deep and husky.

Then he picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist walking forward a few steps so that she was pressed tightly between the dresser and him. Reaching between them with both hands he yanked her white button down shirt open causing buttons to fly and revealing a white bra, simple with a tiny bow in the middle. He then slipped his right hand under the right cup of the bra cupping her left breast.

Draco slipped his left hand behind the small of back in order to support her before he ground his still free member into her bare center. Hermione moaned loudly, rocking her hips into her movements. Impatiently she reached between them and positioned him at her opening. With a hiss, Draco pushed is hips into her slowly as her tightness enveloped him. When he did this she moved her hand under the back of his dress shirt and began to dig her nails into his skin.

After a moment Draco pulled out, starting a slow pace thrusting into her. The sounds of wood creaking, skin slapping, deep breathing, and moans filled the silence. Picking up his pace Draco moved his hand from her breast and moved it between them to rub his thumb against her clit in time with their thrusts.

'Mine...'

"Draco.. I'm about to..." she attempted to speak, but between everything he was doing to her all she could do was look him in the eyes. Leaning forward, Draco began to rest his forehead against hers as he coaxed her, feeling his own climax approaching. Draco mumbled a quick contraception spell under his breath feeling the warmth of the spell sending both over the edge.

'Mine...'

His hips jerked as he moved his hand from between them and roughly grabbed her hips. Yanking them towards him with both hands he felt her spasming around him while she cried out. He then stopped thrusting in an attempt to instinctively push his seed in deeper with a grunt.

She was his.

'Mine...' he felt the word echoing in his mind.

Closing his eyes Draco took the time to drink in the feeling that slowly began to fade. In that moment, he knew that this was the best he had felt in years and he knew that he wasn't going to give this feeling up without a fight.