MY LAST NAME
Chapter 19
It'd been two days since Draco's encounter with Harry, since Draco's windpipe had been crushed and since he'd seen Harry like he'd never seen him before. But above all the rage and anger, Draco felt concern for Harry and his family. Draco thought to himself how irrational the wizards behaviour had been, and Draco didn't want him to do anything he would regret. But talking about it to Hermione, and to Harry himself would definitely make it worse. He'd offered his help and that was still there for the taking.
Draco shook his head, escaping his train of thought, wondering why Hermione was taking so long. He stood up from the sofa in Hermione's snug; they were due to leave for Ireland today, and Hermione wanted to take the 'proper' way which meant two hours on train and an hour on the ferry. But he didn't mind, it was three hours beside her, whom he loved very much. He smiled at the thought, just as she came through from her room carrying a large travel bag and a suitcase.
She puffed a strand of her out of her face as she struggled with the weight of the bags. Draco chuckled and rushed to her side to help.
"Oh, thank you Draco." She laughed to herself. "I can't believe we're finally going!" She flung her arms in the air and around him excitedly, hanging off his neck. He laughed as her tiny weight pulled him down slightly.
"I know I know, it's been too long coming." He waited for her to let go before they picked the rest of their bags up, and jumped into the taxi waiting outside.
The taxi drive there was silent, as both wizard and witch looked out of the window at the busy Cambridge traffic, both of their thoughts on the future and what it had in store.
They arrived at the train station and consequently, boarded their train.
"This is lovely Draco." Hermione beamed. He had bought first class tickets for Hermione and himself, and they were currently being poured a glass of champagne each. Draco raised it slightly and leant forward, looking straight into her eyes. The sort of way a lion would look into the eyes of his lioness. A king and queen, the world being their oyster, power consumed them, and the muggle's who surrounded them, completely oblivious.
"To us, and out future." He smiled.
"To us. And our simply wonderful future." Their glasses clinked softly as they took a sip. Both smiling at one another.
It was late when they arrived at the cottage. The sky had turned black, stars flickering to life as they walked up the gravel path. The air was cold, crisp and dark heavy clouds had started to roll in. The cottage looked beautiful in the darkness, each tiny window illuminated with a soft yellow glow. Thick velvet curtains fell at each of the sides, Hermione couldn't wait to see her new house.
They both walked in as the warm air held their freezing, tired bodies immediately. Hermione dropped her bags either side of her as she took in the beautiful features of the Irish cottage.
The walls were cream, with thick wooden beams running through the ceiling. There were beautiful flowers upon desks and bureaus. Beautiful paintings hung on the walls the flooring being thick wood with large detailed rugs. She gasped slightly at the beautiful sight.
"Oh Draco. It's perfect." She took his hand in hers as her eyes wondered around the hallway. Draco chuckled and placed the last bag gently on the floor.
"Well, come on, you haven't even seen the rest of it yet!" He pulled her along and took her for a tour around the house.
The living area had a large open fire, with a large rug at front of it, bookcases lined the walls were candles were lit. The sofa was a dark brown, and had a velvet lining. Pillows and cushions piled up the arms, making the room warm and inviting.
The kitchen was large and open, an island being it's centre, and windows opening up onto a darkened garden. Creams and soft blues covered the walls, a small dining table was located near the back, near the french doors which opened up onto the garden.
The bedroom was dark red full of mahogany furniture, including a four poster bed. The quilts were thick and lined with silk, satin, fleece and feather quilts. A small pot belly fire hid in the corner, just like the one Hermione had at home.
"Draco this is just beautiful." Hermione was lost for words. She was overwhelmed with happiness, she couldn't speak.
Draco smiled and took her gently in his arms. He cupped her face with both of his hands and looked deeply into her eyes.
"I love you, Hermione Granger, and I would, and will, do anything for you." He kissed her forehead as she looked up at him, smiling beautifully.
"I so perfectly in love, with you, Draco. And this, this is just a perfect Oasis for us. When we feel things get too much, we'll know we always have this place." She took his hands I'm hers and smiled.
"This is our house."
He smiled back at her.
How had someone so unassuming like Hermione Granger, become to intoxicating and addictive to Draco, like a strong drug, he needed her to breathe. He needed her to live.
He was finally living again.
The two curled up on the sofa as Draco read had picked up a book, and simply started to read to Hermione, who had wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, as she lay on Draco's lap.
Draco read aloud:
"No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"
"They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.
"And what is hell? Can you tell me that?"
"A pit full of fire."
"And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"
"No, sir."
"What must you do to avoid it?"
I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die."
"Wow, this is deep. Who would've known Jane Eyre was a gothic romance." Draco laughed quietly and placed the book on the wooden cabinet next to the sofa they lay upon.
"It's a classic. Beautifully written, and a beautiful story." She sat up and stretched.
"Well, I'm extremely tired and ready for bed."
"Mhm me too."
Draco pounced and pinned Hermione on the sofa. He held her arms above her head as he stared at her effortless beauty. Hermione giggled and bit her lip slightly.
"Wondered when this was coming"
"You make it sound like a chore"
"Oh, do I? Let me put it this way then."
Hermione's lips locked with Draco's, their hearts raced and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, pulling their kisses closer.
Draco sat up, pulling Hermione with him. They continued to kiss in perfect synchronisation. They moved together in complete harmony, their bodies against one another sent them wild. Draco eagerly removed Hermione's shirt, as they lay back down against the sofa passionately.
Draco and Hermione made love like they had never done before. They were in their Oasis, their sanctuary. No one knew where it was, it was their secret. They loved each other with all their hearts, and that was all that mattered.
As they lay, fast asleep in front of the glowing embers of the open fire, wrapped in fleeces and satin sheets; they were happy. Content.
Forgetting all about everything.