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Chapter 11, Determined:
They apparated directly to Hermione's childhood bedroom. Draco still had Hermione in his arms. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He was afraid this would turn out to be a dream, and she might disappear in a puff of smoke. He put his hands up to her face, and kissed her right eye, and then her left. He started trailing kisses across her forehead and cheeks. He leaned his head to the left and kissed her gently on the neck. She put her hands on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He continued to kiss her hungrily and she kissed him back. It was as if her kisses had answered his kisses. He put one hand on her heartbeat, and the other he put under her shirt, on her back, right above her bum. He pulled away for a moment, and he asked, "You're okay, aren't you?"
She nodded, and then said, "Draco, I want to make love to you." He wanted to make love to her, also. He knew he would love making love to her. He had never made love to a woman before. He had only ever had sex. That wasn't the same as making love - he was sure. She squinted up at him, curious to what he was thinking. He had yet to respond to her statement. He didn't want her to regret making the proclamation, but he thought he was too drunk on her beauty to answer.
He started to unbutton her shirt. He had to stop his fingers from shaking. He unbuttoned from the bottom up. Even he thought that was strange. When he got to the swell of her breasts, he slowly moved his hands to outline each beautiful mound. He then brought his hands back together, to finish unbuttoning her shirt. When he got to the last button, she shivered. Was she cold, or was it desire? He unbuttoned the last button, and gently moved the shirt down her arms, to let it drop on the floor. He put his fingers under the straps of her bra, on each shoulder, and moved his hand slowly to the front of her bra.
He sank to his knees. She reached down to him, to beg him to stand, but he was unwilling. He kissed her bare stomach. His hands were on her waist, and his mouth on her flat stomach. He kissed and licked her stomach. She giggled. He looked up at her and could not suppress a grin from coming to his mouth. He made her laugh again.
He unbuttoned her jeans. He pulled them slowly down her long graceful legs. He wanted to make this last. He helped her step out of them, and he pushed them aside. He turned her around so she had her back to him. He was still on his knees before her. He put his cheek next to one of her bum. The feel of her cotton knickers felt soft against his face. He was surprised when she hadn't yet asked him what he was doing. He was trying to memorize every inch of her. With her back to him, he reached up and with his fingers sprawled on each hand; he dragged his hands down her back. He reached around and put his right hand on her right leg, and his left hand on her left leg. He let his fingertips drag down the front of her legs, and then back up the backside, facing him. She tried again to turn around, but he held her firm. He stood up.
She leaned back into him. He brought his hands around to her chest, and started to massage both her breasts. He brought his hands back around to her back to unclasped her bra. He wanted so badly to turn her to face him, so he could see her breasts, but he felt a flutter in his stomach. He didn't think he would be able to stand the sight of her beauty. It might be the death of him. He reached down one hand and started lightly fingering the elastic on the top of her panties. His other hand was on her neck. He got up the courage to put his hand between her legs on the outside of her panties, and pressed his middle finger to her core. With her back pressed against his front, and his erection hard against her back, they both knew they could never ever turn back now.
She turned herself around to face him. He pulled her closer to him, reached around and put one hand on her backside, and pressed her hard against his body. He then took both hands and pressed them on her round bum. She had the best body he had ever seen.
Neither spoke, nor at that moment touched, when he finally brought his right hand up and explored her left breast. He touched the nipple. It was dark pink and had become erect. He put his hand underneath and brought the breast up higher. He put his left hand on her right breast and repeated the same action. He bent his head and sucked on one nipple and she cried out. He looked up at her, and she had her eyes closed. He sucked, kissed, and licked both her breasts for many minutes. His fingers continued to explore every inch of her, while his mouth was busy at her breasts.
He could see she had pressed her thighs together. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was as if she could read his mind, because she cried out, "Please Draco." That was all he needed. He walked over to the bed, sat down, and pulled her close to him. She stood between his legs. He unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and then discarded his pants. Now, the only barrier between them was their respective underwear. Again, she must have sensed what he was thinking, and she reached down and removed her knickers. He reached down and removed his boxers.
She looked at his hard long need. She fondled him with a tentative, shy, caress. He began to kiss her deeply as she continued to stroke him. Their lovemaking was a mixture of passion and curiosity. He fell back on the bed, and pulled her on top of him.
Suddenly, their lovemaking went from slow and sensuous, to fast and furious. He ached to be inside her. He flipped her over, so that he was on top, and licked his way down her body. He parted her legs, and kneeled between them. He could see wetness glistening on her curls. He held up one of her legs, and kissed the calf, then her knee, then her thigh. He laid the leg back down, so gently, as if he was afraid to break her. He bent back down and kissed her stomach again. He didn't know how far she would let him go this first time. How much he could explore. He would soon find out.
He crawled beside her. He kissed both of her breasts again. His hand traveled down her stomach, and came to rest between her thighs. He wasn't even moving it yet, just applying gentle pressure. Soon, she was wiggling underneath him. He knew it was a combination of his lips on her breasts and his hand between her legs. He parted her outer lips and put one finger deep inside her, and she moaned and arched her hips. He kissed her mouth again, sucking, licking, and sucking. He put another finger in, and with the pad of his thumb, he slowly rubbed the top of her, knowing that would be her undoing. It was. She said, "Please Draco," for the second time.
He wasn't ready yet, even if she was. He was a generous lover, but he could also be greedy. He wanted as much of her as he could, before this all ended. What if this wasn't real? What if they would all die tomorrow? He had to get his fill of her at that moment, in case it was the last time.
He bent back over her body, and replaced his fingers with his mouth. She tried to push her thighs together, but he forcibly kept them apart with his hands. He enjoyed her little moans and cries. Occasionally he opened his eyes to watch her body wiggle under the spell he had cast upon her. After her breathing became laboured and she started to pant hard, and her legs started to spasm, he pulled himself level to her once more, and he did a graceful slow dance as he glided easily into her. Their bodies were intertwined. He thought he saw stars.
He pushed and she pulled. He couldn't last long. He wanted his release, but not until she had hers. He had to show her how much he loved her. When she finally started her climax, he let go. He exploded into her, and after the briefest interlude, he collapsed on top of her. He wanted to stay inside her forever. He wanted her forever.
They both were so spent, so exhausted from the events of the last few days, that when they finally pulled apart, they fell asleep, embraced in their lover's arms.
That next morning sunshine invaded the room. The brightness yelled at Draco. It yelled, "Time to get up." He stretched and took in his surroundings. He was in Hermione's childhood bedroom. He momentarily forgot that there should be a Hermione around here somewhere, too. He pulled back the covers, and sat up in the bed. Where could she have gone? Panic set in when he thought, 'What if she was gone?' He jumped off the bed and sprinted down the stairs. He ran into the kitchen, yelling for her, completely naked. Hermione sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee with Harry "Fuckwad" Potter.
She grinned at him, the biggest grin he had ever seen, and Harry averted his eyes. Draco, who was more embarrassed than he had ever been in his life, more because he ran into the kitchen calling her name, than because of his nudity, tried to brush the incident off, and calmly sat at the table, completely nude, and reached for a cup of coffee.
"God, Draco, go get some clothes on, please," Harry implored, still holding one hand over his eyes.
"You know you like it, Potter," Draco said with a smirk.
Harry stood up and said and said to Hermione, "I'll let you know when you can come out of hiding. I'll bring more groceries later, too. You can explain everything to 'naked man' over there." Harry kissed the top of her head, and then started to leave, when he couldn't resist getting in one last little jab at Draco. "Ron owes me ten galleons, because he bet you weren't a real blonde," and with that said, he left.
Draco threw the piece of toast he was eating toward the doorway, but Potter was long gone. Hermione started laughing so hard that she was having trouble breathing. He stood back up and walked out of the kitchen, and went and got a shower. Seriously, public humiliation was one thing, but this was too much.
When he got out of the shower, he dressed and walked down the stairs. She was sitting on a bench out on a covered porch off the living room. He opened the sliding door and sat down next to her.
She smiled at him again. "That smile better not be about my embarrassing moment this morning. I want you to forget about that. If I have to get my wand and modify your memory, I will," Draco told her.
She turned her head away from him, but continued to smile. She had the nicest smile.
"Why are you so happy, Granger?" he inquired, although he hoped he knew the answer.
She looked back at him and held up a small piece of parchment, folder in quarters. It was the note he gave Potter to give to her. OH NO! It was a fucking love poem, and he didn't really mean for her to see it. "Potter was only supposed to give you that if I died," he said grimly.
Her smile faded, and she tossed the note to him and walked back in the house. What was up her arse? He took the note in his hand and followed her to the couch. "Why are you angry all of the sudden?" he asked, perturbed.
"So," she began, "I guess you don't mean the things you wrote in that poem?" She looked at the floor.
"Don't call it a poem. That makes me sound like a lovesick fool," he said. He was embarrassed again, so he was being a bastard. That was one of the things he did best, and if she wanted a relationship with him, she would have to learn to handle that.
She got off the couch and walked up the stairs. Maybe she couldn't handle the bastard side, Draco thought. He followed her up the stairs, and tried to get in her bedroom, but her she had locked the door. He said a simple unlocking spell, and entered. He fully expected her to be crying on the bed. She wasn't. She was sitting at her desk. She was writing something. He stood in the doorway watching her for many long minutes. She walked up to him while folding her piece of parchment in quarters. Then she said, "When you're willing to give me your note again, and mean every word written on that page, then I'll give you this note." She stuck the note in her jeans pocket and walked back downstairs.
He looked at the little piece of parchment that he still had in his hand, and without really knowing what to do with it, he put it under the mattress. See if she could find it now. He walked back down stairs, not completely aware of why there was tension between them, and he found her back outside on the covered porch. This time, instead of sitting with her on the bench, he sat on a wicker chair.
"Tell me everything that happened after Martini took you from the cabin," he asked. It was time she told him everything.
(Coming up in Chapter 12, Draco tries to forgive Hermione's indiscretions.)