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CHAPTER EIGHT (#1): Draco & Hermione
Draco had never been happier in his whole life. Hermione Granger had agreed to them dating, which meant…
"You're my girl," he purred with pleasure against her lips, smiling.
Tightening her grip around his neck, his witch captured his mouth in another searing kiss that he felt to his toes. Slytherin's tricks, she kissed like a goddess – unrestrained, sincere passion accompanied every pull of her lips. Her tongue was a naughty tease, entwining and dancing with his one moment, only to pull away and flick at his lips the next.
"Siren," he accused and reluctantly set her on her feet once more. "You're trying to distract me."
Pulling out of his embrace, she gave him an unapologetic, wide grin. "If that were my real intent, I'd have simply done this."
Her fingernails followed a slow trail down and back up his covered cock. Already partially erect from their kisses, now it came to full prominence in his trousers.
Hermione licked her lips and her eyes were hot with unrestrained lust. "I want a taste of this tonight," she murmured, flattening her palm against him and rubbing over his rock-hard arousal.
Suddenly consumed by the fantasy visual of Granger on her knees before him, those luscious, painted lips of hers wrapped tight around his cock, Draco's lungs encountered a problem pulling in enough air.
"Holy shit," he murmured, his gaze taking in the way her cheeks flushed, and her amber-honey eyes sparkled as she stared up at him with unabashed affection and wanton need. He'd started all of this tonight with the goal of unleashing this witch's repressed sexuality, and now it seemed he was going to get more than he'd bargained for.
Jerking his hips to encourage her to continue her naughty caressing, he yanked her again into his arms. "I knew you had this hidden inside you, all this time," he smugly stated, lowering his lips to hers. "You like it wicked, don't you, Granger?"
"Mmm, sometimes," she admitted, tracing her mouth over his, barely touching. "There are occasions when I like it intense, swift and rather…ill-disciplined. Other times, I like it romantic and unhurried." She slid her fingers over his cock again. "What about you?"
When she wanted answers, apparently his Hermione wasn't above wielding her sex appeal. He smirked at such Slytherin-like behavior from his Gryffindor Princess.
"How about you tell me what your card is this round?" he countered, quite eager to get on with the spanking. The thought of paddling her sweet, golden arse a nice cherry colour had his blood surging through his veins.
She recited her action card from memory:
DEED: You get to ask your partner any five questions you want about them and they must answer wholly and truthfully.
"Hmmm," he buzzed her mouth. "So, are you going to count your last question to me as one of your five, then?"
Tilting her head and leaning away, she considered it. "Yes, I think I will."
He nodded. "My sexual pursuits appear to be quite compatible with yours. I love the quick, hot shag, but when it's right, I want hours of love-making. I'm also into trying out new experiences and taking risks. I like to play with my partners."
"An exhibitionist, are you?" she chuckled, her eyes lighting up with hilarity. "I know you said you'd sub or Dom for me, but how about other types of role-play, bondage, toys, sexual spells and potions, and multiple partners or partner-swaps?" She pursed her lips. "You can consider that my second question."
He ran his hands over the round globes of her bum, smoothing the curves and drawing her closer. "I believe I've told you repeatedly tonight in a variety of ways that, with you, there will be no boundaries I won't cross. Except sharing. I don't play well with others, especially blokes." Wanting to impress the seriousness of this one caveat, he locked gazes with her and was very explicit in his choice of words. "I cherish what is mine, Hermione. It's all or nothing with me. If you accept me, there will be no other man in your bed. We can role-play all you want, but you'll call out myname when I make you come."
He smoothed a hand over her cheek to soften the harshness of that warning.
"If you'll let me, beautiful, I'll bring you endless pleasure. I'll be yours in any and every way you want, for as long as you need and desire. You won't have to look elsewhere."
There was no other way to describe her response to his proposal than to say that she simply melted into him, falling into his frame and fitting her form perfectly to his, gliding their lips together in a kiss filled with so much desirous feeling that it rocked Draco's whole world. His heart beat out of control, his blood roared in his ears, and the entire length of his spine tingled with tiny electric shocks that fingered their way up into the junction of his skull.
Humming his approval, he trailed wet kisses over her jaw to her throat, aware all the while that precious time was slipping by. "Granger, we have to stop. The game, remember? I haven't even read my card yet, and we still need to perform the rest of yours. Either we decide right now to keep playing, or we forfeit so we can…indulge." He bit over the sensitive pulse of her throat, causing her to gasp and arch into him. "Your choice."
With a deep inhalation, she groaned and pulled away. "I'm not ready to forfeit yet. Besides, they say anticipation makes the sex better, so I suppose there's nothing for it but to read your card next and get to it."
He snickered at her small, disappointed pout. "I knew you were into sado-masochism, too," he playfully accused. "For shutting me down, I'm taking my turn now. You can ask your last three questions later."
Grabbing hold of her hand, he pulled her behind him to the chaise lounge at the foot of the bed and sat down. Gleefully, he smiled up at her and patted his thighs.
"Take it all off for me, beautiful, and lay across my lap like a good, little witch."
She threw him an exasperated look, but obediently reached behind her head and untied the halter to her dress, letting the entire length flutter to the ground. Her gorgeous, unbound breasts drew his immediate attention; the tiny, pink nipples were aroused, practically begging for his mouth to pay them attention.
"The rules say you have to tell me your card," she reminded him with a sinful smirk as she slid her fingers up her torso, cupping her breasts, rubbing her fingertips over the hardened buds.
Reaching into his back pocket, he withdrew both cards, tossing hers aside, and read his action aloud:
DEED: Spank and/or rub sensually your partner's naked bum over your lap.
"Satisfied?"
Hermione moaned, rolling her nips between her index fingers and thumbs. "Not quite, but I could definitely get there soon." Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and arched her spine, dropping her head back, revealing the length of her lovely throat.
Aroused and enraptured, Draco watched his witch touch herself.
"You really do get off on masturbating in public places in secret, don't you?" he asked.
"Mmm, yes," she gasped as she wet a finger and ran it over a taut nipple.
He adjusted his tenting shaft again. The need to touch her was a clawing thing in his chest. "Lose the knickers, beautiful…nice and slow."
Giving him a good performance, her fingers trailed down her honey-coloured abdomen, ran over her covered mound, and up again to the ribbons on the side that held her panties in place. As he requested, she leisurely pulled each side loose, until the pretty lacy undergarment fell to her ankles, leaving her completely nude.
Draco's mouth watered at the sight of those tempting, trimmed curls just barely covering her plump slit.
He spread his knees apart and tapped the area between. "Your shoes next," he intimated where he expected her to place her sandaled foot.
Compiling, she lifted her left leg to the spot he wanted, which gave him a teasing glance at her pretty pussy. With nimble action, he had the fastening unbuckled and the golden shoe lifted, freeing her foot. Dropping the accessory to the floor, he took a moment to gently massage her arch, tickling the sensitive pads.
"You actually like giving massage," she noted, balancing with grace on one leg. "Most men I know don't. They like getting them, but not giving them."
"Is that one of your questions?"
"No, just idle curiosity. It's just that you've had two cards tonight that have forced you to touch me like this, and you seemed rather experienced at the art," she replied, shutting her eyes and sighing with pleasure. "That feels amazing."
Leaning forward, he pressed a small kiss to her adorable, painted toes. "I suppose you'll have to just wait and find out then, won't you?" he teased. "Other foot now."
He let her go, and watched her body adjust to the shift. Muscles rippled under her skin as she moved, and he was fascinated watching them tighten up. She really had a gorgeous form, and she took good care of it. He completely appreciated that.
Her right foot moved into the vacated spot between his legs and he repeated the process of removing her shoe, massaging her, and kissing her toes before letting go.
"Come closer," he spoke in a gentled, low tone, staring up at her through a half-lidded, lusty gaze. "Lie across my lap."
For a brief moment, anxiety passed over her features and she wet her bottom lip with a nervous swipe of her tongue.
Apparently, she wasn't into pain. Hell, she'd probably never been swatted before in her life; he'd be surprised if her parents had used physical punishment on her at all, as his father had on him.
That meant there were two ways to go about winning her compliance in this matter: he could cajole her, or he could command her. Looking into her face, he knew which would be the better option in this case.
"We won't be rough," he promised, holding his hand out to her. "I'll spank you lightly to start. You'll let me know when it's too much. There will be no hurt or humiliation, only pleasure."
Still, she paused, a worried crease appearing in her brow, her lips dropping into a frightened frown.
"Hermione," he whispered, coaxing her into meeting his eyes. With his heart in his throat, he said, "Trust me."
Something between them shifted then; he saw it as a softening in her features. With supreme courage, her fingers stretched out and met his. She didn't hesitate, or attempt to withdraw once their palms were clasped together. His witch accepted his offer, and gave him her unequivocal trust. In that exact moment, she fully surrendered to the idea of them.
Pulling her close, Draco marveled at such bravery. Here she was, willing to try this new thing that clearly scared her, allowing them to experience the opening up of her sensuality together.
I love you.
She knelt upon the cushioned chaise at his side, and he helped her stretch out across his thighs, correcting the position of her hips so her bum was in the perfect alignment. Resting her cheek against her crossed arms, she turned towards him to watch. This was her first experience with spanking, and if he knew that if he did it right for her, she'd enjoy it and want to do it again. For that reason, he assured that every gesture and movement, even down to stroking her cheek and through the locks of her soft, curly hair, was designed to assure her pleasure.
"My next question for you: have you been ever spanked and did you like it?" she asked.
He nodded. "Several times, with hands, paddles, and whips. I'm not much for wood or leather, but the feel of skin-on-skin turns me on."
"Does it hurt much?"
Her voice sounded very small.
"When I was a child and it was a punishment from my father, yes," he admitted, taking her concerns seriously, knowing how frightening touch could be in general, especially to someone more cerebral than physical. "When I grew-up and it was done sexually with a woman, no. Different scenarios entirely."
Following a path down her spine, he worked to relax her, touching with gentle insistence over the sway of her hind and tracing around the curves of her bottom. Reaching the seam, he dipped between and very lightly stroked upward. Hermione gasped and bit her bottom lip.
"You've never been touched here before?"
She met his eye. "No," she whispered the secret. "You're the first."
That pleased him immensely, and he tilted his lips upwards in a small smile to let her know it. "I'll be gentle when I take you here." There was absolutely no question in his mind that they would cross that line at some point, whether tonight or in the future, and from the interested spark in Granger's expression, it was clear she didn't find the idea distasteful, but intriguing.
"Have you ever?" she asked, swallowing. "Done that, there, I mean? And yes, it's another one of my questions."
Draco felt the blush tinge his cheeks. Being buggered was one of those things not many straight men admitted to. "Once. Not with a man, though. Madame Aset used a toy on me. It was‒" He shut his eyes, remembering the eroticism of the thick, smooth, glass rod stroking against his sensitive prostate. "It felt amazing. The rush was incredible."
"I've never used toys," she admitted. "I'd always thought the idea too perverse."
He nodded, continuing to circle the little rosette, getting her used to the feel of being touched in such a taboo spot. "So you said a few rounds back, but I bet I could get you to appreciate them, if you'd give me the chance." Dipping downward, he tickled over her damp lips, rimming the opening of her sex. "The kind of stimulation you could achieve…"
He paused, suddenly realising what she was up to with turning to conversation as she had. He gave her a sly look.
"Speaking of stimulation, you're distracting me in an effort to stall me fulfilling my card."
She sighed. "Was I that obvious?"
"Only to someone who knows you," he admitted and gently brought his palm down on her right cheek. It was a very light spank, not meant to cause pain but to arouse.
Her eyes flared from the contact and she let out a surprised yelp anyway.
He did it again, to the left cheek. She jerked a bit and tensed in anticipation of the next hit.
"Spread your legs a little wider for me," he requested, and when she did, he plunged two fingers into her pussy, leaving them still as his other hand spanked her with progressively harder hits.
By the third whack, her juices trickled over his embedded hand and she moaned.
By the tenth, her hips were gyrating against his unmoving wrist and her face was as red as her bottom was beginning to look. His hand was soaked.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, watching her experience this kind of pleasure for the first time. Her face lifted off her arms now, eyes and mouth tightly closed, tiny beads of sweat dotting her upper lip. He slapped her again and now her lips parted with desire. "That's it, love, fuck my fingers while I spank your pretty arse."
He brought his hand down again and again, incrementally with greater force.
Pressing up on her elbows, Hermione had her face tilted towards the ceiling, her long hair fanning across her back and her eyelids flickered open.
"Oh, Draco, this feels so…yessssss!"
Immensely pleased with his handiwork—her bum was the colour of a rich, red wine—he stopped to watch her writhe against him as her need rioted out of control. Forcefully, she slammed her backside against the solid, motionless fingers embedded in her.
"Oh, please, please!" she begged.
"Up on your knees," he instructed, and she immediately did as he wished. "Say my name when you orgasm," he reminded her and began stroking his hand in time to her thrusts. His free hand reached under her body and teasingly pinched her nipples, one after the other as he made her ride hard against him.
Hermione was an unrestrained mistress, arching her back, moving towards a climax that was guaranteed to leave her exhausted in the aftermath. Her voice vibrated low as she moaned and gasped. Her body shivered as she mounted her glory. Her nips peaked under his expert pulls and caresses. Everything shuddered as she tightened up to spill over.
"I need you!" she cried out. "I need you, Draco!"
"I'm here, beautiful. You have me. Now, come for me," he commanded her. "Let go."
He spanked her hard one last time and she screamed his name around a choking sob, climaxing tight around his fingers. Her inside muscles clamped down on him, rippling and rolling over his flesh, and Draco broke out into a sweat, wishing fervently it was his cock enjoying that sensation rather than his hand.
Her body continued to spasm and quake as she drifted down ever so slowly from the peak of ecstasy. With gentleness, he withdrew from the depths of her cunt and helped her lay back down across his lap as her body went limp.
"Relax, beautiful, just relax now," he coaxed, bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth. He licked her essence from each digit, savouring the taste of her delicious sex across his tongue again. Simultaneously, he stroked her bum in soothing circles, easing the ache he knew he'd caused with his last few, impassioned slaps.
"God," she panted, clear satisfaction in her tone. "That was‒"
"‒Mind-blowingly fantastic," he supplied when her brain seemed to short and she grasped for words.
"I'm sure there are a million better adjectives to describe it, but right now, that'll do," she admitted.
He stroked a fingernail over her rouged cheeks. "Does it still sting?"
Wiggling against him, she weakly chuckled. "A little. Feels good though." Stifling a yawn into the lounge cushions, she looked through lazy lids at him and smiled. "You can do that to me any time you want."
The open invitation made him smirk. He couldn't help it; it was a natural reaction to her, after all.
"Any time, huh?"
Flipping onto her back, wincing slightly at the sore rub of her reddened skin against his trousers, she arched and stretched like a cat, seeming completely at ease now with her nudity in front of him.
"Touch me again, I want more."
He looked down at her with incredulity. A sneaking suspicion arose in his mind, and he gave it voice. "Shite, you're multi-orgasmic, aren't you?"
An impish smile roamed up her face.
"That's why you only need to masturbate once or twice a week, isn't it?"
She actually giggled, the little vixen. "I've never been one to believe the lie that it's quality over quantity. Why accept a limitation when you can have both?"
To Draco's amazement, he felt himself grow impossibly harder. Bloody hell!
"This is your perfect revenge, isn't it? You're going to shag me to death because you know you can't possibly best me verbally," he accused her.
Impudently, she raised an eyebrow in skepticism over his boast about his oratory skills. "I expect you to prove to me over the next few rounds exactly how good of a mouth you've got on you, Malfoy."
"Is that so? Well, why wait, my princess?" he asked, and moved quickly, shifting out from under her and nesting between her legs. Gripping her ankles, he pushed up and spread her wide, then dipped his head and licked.
She wailed in pleasure.
Her fingernails ran through his hair and latched on in a painful grip while her inner thighs uncontrollably quivered against his cheeks as he feasted upon her. Lapping again and again through her slit, he had her whimpering for more, easing her only slightly by situating his lips over her little nub and suckling upon it with a gentle force.
Eating her out was a dream come true; he'd fantasized of this moment for years, and it was everything he'd ever imagined. Her scent and unique flavour, the little, mewling cries and the tiny, desperate pelvic thrusts captivated and addicted him. Her thick cream frothed his chin and cheeks.
It was decided: there was no absolutely going back for him now. His heart was utterly enslaved.
"Love you," he murmured very, very softly against the inner flesh of her sweet cunnie. "My beautiful girl."
"Draco!" she cried, tightening her grip on his hair. "Please, please come into me!"
Her cry became his command. Lifting his hips, he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped, pulling his cock free, stroking over it. He was harder than he'd ever been – even more so than last round. And he was close to spilling over, to losing his hard fought control.
Once. He could go inside just once. Feel her velvety, slick walls surrounding him…
No, he'd want to keep going, and it would be fast and over with in just a few thrusts, and that wasn't her fantasy. He'd promised to give her what she'd most desired, to make their first time unforgettable. Black sheets, moonlight, wine, rose petals, slow love making… That's what she'd wanted. He wouldn't spoil that wish.
Shite, but he wanted to do it. Wanted it more than he'd ever desired anything in his whole life!
Jerking his closed fist over his dick, he continued to feast upon her, intending to bring them both simultaneously. "Come," he begged her between kisses and nips. "Fuck, Hermione, come again for me!"
A few more swipes across her engorged nub and her thighs tensed, constricted as she reached the end. With a final nibble, she orgasmed, crying his name again.
The lava boiled through his veins, shot up from his sac, and as he straightened over her, his cock aimed between her lower lips, he released with a roaring shout of her name. His milky seed exploded across her swollen, pink clit, dripping down through the drenched seam.
His hips surged and his hand continued to pump as jet after jet of his come burst from the tip to cover her, to mark her in an unspoken claim.
He ended with a final spurt at her opening, holding the head just pressed against her tiny, moist hole, shooting that final bit up into her without ever having actually entered.
Shaking, he dropped his hand from his tired cock and sat back on his heels, his eyes closed for just a moment as he struggled to regain breath and sanity. The sweat dripped down the side of his face and the back of his neck, making him aware that he'd need a shower and soon. Maybe next round. A cleaning charm would do in the interim; he'd cast it once he got back to the couches.
The chaise dipped a bit as Granger shifted up onto her elbows to look down at the mess he'd made. Peeking through his lids at her, he noted the astonishment in her eyes as she slipped a hand over her sopping core and swiped through the middle, feeling his residual coating her. Before she could move to clean it off, he covered her hand with his own. Their eyes met and held as he glided them together through the wetness, rubbing his essence into her, combining it with her own. Moving down, he gathered some on her fingers and inserted them into her, stretching her open as they entered her together, depositing his seed into her body, sliding in and out. They did it again and again, not speaking, just watching each other and where their fingers united in purpose until very little remained behind to be wiped away.
Drawing her hand to his lips, he kissed each tip, gaze still locked on hers, drawing the fingers one at a time into his mouth to suck clean. That done, he leaned over her, and pressed their lips together, sharing the flavour with her as he mated her mouth again.
I love you so much.
Very tentative fingers brushed the crown of his cock, rubbing over his slit, finding the dampness still there. Hermione brought her fingers to her lips, glossed them with his come, shyly smiled up at him, and brought his head down for another kiss. "'Mione," he whispered between pulls of lips, his chest aching with emotion. The act of such intimate sharing, of her willing acceptance of him despite all the odds, caused tears to prick the back of his closed lids. How did he get so bloody lucky to have had this between them all come out as he'd so fervently wished?
They pulled back, watching each other from inches apart, and he ran the back of his knuckles over her cheek.
"Are you falling in love with me?"
Draco froze, his heart stalling behind his ribs, only to speed up a moment later to make up for the pause. "Is… is that one of your questions?"
"Only if you want to answer it."
Oh, he wanted to. But would it frighten her off?
A significant pause followed as he considered whether to answer or not.
"Are you falling in love with me?" he asked instead, taking the Slytherin way out.
His Gryffindor Princess didn't bat an eyelash.
"Yes."
The breath he'd been holding exploded out of him, and he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. "Hermione, I-"
The chimes chose that exact moment to ring out.
Shite. Of all the rotten timing! He sighed and it was a heavy, heated puff of air against her shoulder.
"L-look, if you don't feel the same way," she stammered, trying to slip out from under him, misreading his hesitation. "Tha-that's… fine. It's really too fast, and anyway, I think the cards might be influencing us…"
She never got out the rest, as he smashed his mouth into hers, shutting down that line of thinking.
"I feel the same exact way," he softly admitted as he pulled back, resting his forehead to hers. "I've felt it for longer than you know."
Tears filled her eyes. "You have?"
He gave a small, tired nod.
Flinging her arms about him in relief and joy, she took his lips this time.
The kiss grew bolder, more heated. It took Draco remembering that their time was about up to pull out of the heated lip-lock.
"Do you want us to forfeit and stay here for the rest of the game?" he asked her.
Her answering smile was naughty, playful. "Tempting, but...no. I want the chance to fully enjoy this game as you intended from the start." Her face took on a very wicked expression then. "Besides, I'm hoping to get the other one of Ginny's cards soon, since you just performed one on me this round."
He tried not to be disappointed; he'd really wanted her to say to hell with the game, but he knew she was right. They were moving so fast - faster than he'd planned. Easing into each intimacy, building up these feelings and earning her full trust so that when it was time, and he slid into her depths at last, there would be no doubt that it would be real and forever between them. That was the best course, really.
And they had plenty of time. He'd waited years for her, so what were a few more hours of love play? It would only make a better, stronger connection anyway.
Agreed in purpose, they left off the foreplay and rose to dress.
"The spanking thing was the She-Weasel's idea, then?" he asked, suddenly comprehending her earlier meaning about Ginny Weasley's cards.
"Mmm...she's a bit on the wild-side."
Draco did not want to think about all that his best friend had gotten up to with the girl, guessing from her attitude that she'd be a hellcat in bed to start. "Well, I hope Zabini got to use her idea against her before they forfeited. For the last two years, he's constantly whinged on about how he wanted to spank her arse. All she had to do was toss that red hair of hers and snub him, or pay a little too much attention to some bloke and his temper would fly." He grinned, relishing the irony. "Theo was right about Blaise. He's utterly whipped for that girl."
Bending to retrieve her dress, Granger snickered.
"I think Gin was hoping for her other card: licking food off of your partner. Her Forfeits and Deeds were the same thing, both actions." Seductively, she glanced at him from her peripheral vision. "I'd like to get my hands on that one, too, this game. Making you into a sugar and cream-coated lolly sounds like delicious fun to me."
Yeah, it sounded good to him, too...so much so that his 'little friend' in his pants was rousing once again.
"Then again," she reconsidered as she slipped the silken fabric of her dress over her head and zipped it at the back, her ripe breasts jiggling with each movement. "Ron's written a sex toy one. Maybe…"
She left the thought unspoken, but it was clear she'd be up for trying it out now that they'd paved the golden path of trust between them.
He helped her tied the halter around her neck, assuring her breasts fit perfectly into the designed cups of the dress...and of course, taking the opportunity to pinch and roll the nipples one last time, just for fun, causing her to moan and arch into him.
"I want either Daphne's blindfold one, Pans' slave one, or one of mine," he admitted.
Hermione glanced over her shoulder at him, clearly interested in the full explanation, but he shook his head and kissed the tip of her nose.
"You'll just have to wait and see."
"You're a terrible tease," she accused and slipped her palm into his, leaving her shoes behind.
They walked out together, silent, their individual gratification surrounding them both in a bubble of comfort. At the couches, Draco took his witch in his arms and pressed her to his rapidly beating heart. Three inches shorter without her heels, they were still a perfect fit, as far as he was concerned.
"My girl," he whispered very softly in her ear.
"My boy," she whispered back in his.
He chuckled and kissed her lips before they temporarily parted. "Incontrovertibly - on both counts."
Their fingers held on until the last possible moment, reluctant to let go even for the few minutes between rounds. Even then, their eyes never left each other as they waited for the rest of the couples to take their seats and the next question to be drawn. In Hermione's expression, Draco saw her love for him blossoming. Its glow made her more exquisitely beautiful than ever, stealing his breath.
Cock stirring, he became acutely aware that he wanted her again.
His gaze roamed down her golden throat, over the delicate bones of her collar, pausing and lingering on her nipples. The little buds were aroused against the fabric of her dress, and he licked his lips, imagining suckling on the rosy-beige peaks again.
Her taste was still in his mouth, too, making him hungry to sample her pussy again.
Mine, he internally purred with a masculine, arrogant assurance as he watched her eyes alight with a heated desire for him once again. Her fingernails scraped the cushions next to her thighs as she kneaded into them.
Yes, Hermione Granger was all his now…and no one, he vowed, would ever take her from him.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Illuminated" by Hurts. Lyrics are as follows…
Time waits for no one.
So, do you want to waste some time, oh-oh, tonight?
Don't be afraid of tomorrow;
Just take my hand, I'll make it feel so much better tonight.
Suddenly my eyes are open.
Everything comes into focus. Oh!
We are all illuminated;
Lights are shining on our faces…
Blinded!
Swing me these sorrows,
and try delusion for a while.
It's such a beautiful night.
You've got to lose inhibition;
Romance your ego for a while.
Come on, give it a try.
Suddenly my eyes are open.
Everything comes into focus. Oh!
We are all illuminated;
Lights are shining on our faces…
Blinded!
We are, we are, blinded!
We are, we are, blinded!
Suddenly my eyes are open.
Everything comes into focus. Oh!
We are all illuminated;
Lights are shining on our faces…
Blinded!
We are, we are, blinded!
We are, we are, blinded!