ENTIRETY
One shot
Like every woman, she was looking for love, no matter what we say or how we portray ourselves, we are looking for the one thing everyone woman wants. Relationships come in two forms, physical and emotional. Both completely different yet exactly the same… they both show need and want, desire and hope, but one is completely different to the other and one is easier to find, but not everyone is capable of both. Desire, need and lust can drive some men. Other men, the rare kind, look for love too. They want a happy ever after just as much as the next woman. For Hermione, she had both… but having everything never comes easy. Yes she had it all, the passion the love the need and the lust, but it was split between the man she loves and the man she desired.
Hermione walked quickly down the cold wet street in
the heart of muggle London. It was early evening and she had just
finished work, as she came to a side street she walked to the door
that lead into the lobby of a fancy muggle apartment building. She
walked swiftly through the lobby towards the lift, nodding slightly
to the doorman standing at the door. In the lift she impatiently
stabbed at the penthouse button, as the doors closed and the lift
started to move Hermione felt her stomach flutter, not knowing
whether it was the thought of nearly being there or just the movement
of the lift. As it came to a stop she stepped out and let herself
into the apartment. Dropping her keys on the hall table and her bag
by the foot she kicked off her shoes and walked over to the perch
where the modest looking tawny owl sat. She pulled out a piece of
parchment and scribbled a quick not to Ron saying how she had been
held up and would be late for their dinner date. Walking into the
bedroom she heard the shower on in the en suite and started to strip
her work clothes off. The bathroom was filled with steam and the
thought of the hot shower
and what waited for her inside made her
groan in desire.
As she opened the door the tall frame of the
man she had come to need turned and smirked at her, pushing a strand
of wet platinum blond hair from his forehead…"Granger…"
he groaned taking in the sight of her bare body. Grabbing her by the
waist, he dragged her into the shower pushing her against the tiled
wall, the cool surface stung against the heat of the water. Within
seconds his lips where on hers, rubbing his tongue in a circular
motion against hers. Her tiny frame clinging to his hot wet body. He
lifted her up, and she wrapped her
long slender legs around his
hips, she could already feel his throbbing erection pressed against
her and it made her wet with want. Bringing his hand down, he rubbed
a finger against her clit feeling her wetness. He could feel that she
was inpatient, and knew that she wouldn't want to wait long. He
ground himself into her, making her moan, while bringing one hand up
to cover her right breast. She loved the feel of his hands on her.
His hands under her ass he lifted her, positioning himself at her
entrance.
Slowly and teasingly he eased in, Hermione buried
her head in his shoulder, muffling the moan that escaped her mouth.
As Draco started pumped in and out, gradually picking up pace,
Hermione's moans became almost frantic, near screaming. Thrusting
in to her again and again, Draco felt her tight wetness clenching
around his hardness, he brought one finger down to her clit and
squeezed it ever so slightly. She went wild, digging her nails into
his back, her lips on his, kissing him as she climaxed. The feel of
her clamping down on him was enough, and with one last thrust he was
spent inside of her. He collapsed against her and she against him,
both holding each other for just
a few seconds.
Draco kissed her shoulder and set her legs back down on the shower floor. Steadying her as she wobbled a bit. She stepped out of the shower she wrapped herself in a towel and said a quick wandless spell to dry her hair. She turned and smiled to Draco as she walked into the bedroom. He followed like a little puppy not entirely sure what to do next… he never was, he didn't completely understand their arrangement anymore. At one point it completely changed. Well, more his feelings changed, but by then it was too late and Hermione had stopped waiting for him and the love he never knew he was capable of. Standing by the bed drying herself off Draco lay on the bed pulling her on next to him. Sighing she closed her eyes, knowing she couldn't drift off to sleep but wanting to. Draco kissed the top of her head and mumbled something that almost sounded like I love you, but Hermione refused to hear it, because that might just complicate things more that they already were….
After awhile of just lying together Draco
pulled Hermione close and buried his face in her hair, 'Do you have
to leave?' he asked. 'Draco… you know that I can't stay
anymore.' Hermione sat up and started to dress, Draco watched her
the whole time, never uttering another word. Hermione had both of
these sorts of relationships, both with two different men. She had
waited for Draco to realise he loved her, she waited five years but
she wasn't going to wait forever, she already had a man that loved
her… and she loved him. But they didn't have the same physical
connection that she had with Draco. And when she finally had given up
waiting for him she married the man that promised her love that
promised her that emotional connection that she needed. And it had
taken that marriage to make Draco realise that the feeling he used to
feel when Hermione would kiss him or when she would lay
her head
on his shoulder was love…
Hermione stood now in front of Draco completely dressed, shoes on and bag in hand. She smiled as she prepared to apparate home to what Draco knew was the man she loved, smiling back at her, she realised the smile never reached his eyes and as a silent tear rolled down his cheek she apparated away from the man that finally loved her entirely.