Treasure Island (3/4)
She could feel him watching her from across the room. Five days had passed since they'd finished cleaning the hut, and five nights she had spent in the bed next to him; he'd refused to leave her side even when she'd insisted he go back to his nest, and after the first night when she'd being woken by some animal crying in the distance she'd not been too displeased with his presence. He'd kept a watchful eye on her, for more than one reason, and though he'd not pushed her to mate again, she wondered how long he would be able to last before he did.
He'd hunted earlier in the day, coming back with more rabbit and more fruit for her to prepare; having quickly learned that she knew how to make food taste better, and having no other choice but to leave the preparations for her, after she'd refused to eat the raw meat he'd first presented her with.
That night, as they retired to bed, Hermione felt as though something was changing between them. Though he kept his distance and didn't push, she never woke up without him beside her and his arm slung about her form and holding her tightly. But he had never touched her the way he was now, sliding his hand across her stomach and grazing her chest as he pulled her towards his body. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his lips sucking on her skin.
Hermione felt her nipples harden and a slow burning in her stomach, but instead of relishing in the experience, she pulled away. "What are you doing?" she asked as she sat up.
"It's time now, we can mate," he told her, rising up to lean on his elbow.
"What? I'm not ready," she denied, ignoring the fact that only a good upbringing and fear of a scandal was standing in his way of her complete and utter abandonment of her sense and reason.
"But you had blood; you are of age now," he said, confused.
Her eyes widened. "You saw that?" she cried, horrified. "Oh my Merlin." She buried her head in her hands.
He frowned, touching her shoulder gently. "It's good; you can have children now."
"But I-" she sighed, still refusing to look at him. "I-"
"I make you a good mate," he told her.
"I have no doubt, but Draco-" she trailed off, making the mistake of looking at him, of seeing how he was looking at her; so gently, so longingly, so utterly and completely captivated by her. Over the short time they had spent together she had grown quite attached to him, and he to her, probably more than she'd realised.
She wanted him. But though he was a Lord, they were not married and she could not do that to her poor mother. If she returned from her journey with child, her reputation would never be recovered and she would never marry.
Draco leaned forward to nuzzle his nose into her cheek gently. Hermione sighed, contently, and didn't stop him as his lips moved from her jaw to her mouth. Their first kiss was artless; desire and nerves driving it instead of skill, but Hermione felt a fluttering begin in her stomach again as he touched her.
He pulled her back down on the bed; their lips still locked together, and covered her with his form. Despite her best efforts at getting him to cover up more, he'd refused; likely because he'd noticed how she flushed whenever he came too close with his broad, bare chest. She laid her hands on it now, finally feeling the warmth of him, the softness of his skin and the fast beat of his heart.
He kissed her slowly, explorative, pushing his tongue into her willing mouth, and sliding his tongue along hers. Hermione surprised herself by moaning, and Draco smirked against her lips at the sound.
He was careful not to rip her clothing, mindful of the fact that if she hadn't fit into some of the clothes his mother had left, she only would've had one article of clothing, and though Hermione felt a moment of hesitance as he slid the dress down her arms and revealed her body to him, it was but a brief second before he pressed his lips to her breast and she forgot all about it.
Once her clothing was off, she felt him settle on top of her as he continued to kiss her and explore her body. She was too hesitant at first to touch him back; afraid of what she might find, but when Draco took her hand and placed it on his chest again she let herself feel her way over his body.
He pressed her down against the bedding, his hard body covering her entirely. She gasped in shocked pleasure as she for the first time felt his erection through the cloth he still wore, pressing against her wet centre. Her eyes opened and she stared right into Draco's grey ones, pleasure and want the only thing on both of their minds.
He moved off her then, rising onto his knees to remove the cloth covering him. Hermione blushed and looked away, only to glance back when he didn't come back to lie on her again immediately.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Turn around," he told her.
"Around?" she asked, confused. "Why would I turn around?"
"On your knees," he said.
When she didn't comply he reached forward to help her, but she pulled away. "I don't understand why."
"This is how it's done," Draco told her, frowning at her hesitance.
"But I have never-" Hermione broke off, blushing as she moved up on the bed, covering her chest with her arms.
Draco stared at her, his eyes becoming hard. "You lied? You have mated before?"
"No!" Hermione cried, biting down on her lip as she looked away from him when she admitted, her cheeks a fiery red, "but I saw, I mean, I have seen…"
Draco crawled closer on the bed and placed a hand on her cheek, warm to the touch. "I have also seen," he told her. "Mating like this."
"Animals mate like that," Hermione whispered. "And we are not animals."
Draco frowned. "It's good for mating," he said, sounding bewildered. "How else to?"
Hermione bit her lip again, looking away. "I lie on my back and you lie on top of me, like before," she said in a whisper.
"But you are so small; I will crush you. Much better on hands and knees. No hurting."
Hermione frowned at his logic, but when he grabbed her to put her in what he considered to be the right position, on her hands and knees in front of him on the bed, she allowed him to do so.
And then his hands were everywhere; on her naked back, on her sides, caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples as he pressed his hips against her behind. Hermione blushed fiercely at his actions and was glad he was unable to see it, especially as his fingers moved down and caressed her derriere and then down further, to touch the wetness that'd grown between her legs.
She moaned as he touched her gently and almost hesitatingly, closing her eyes as she ignored her mother's voice in the back of her head that told her it was immoral and wrong, that this man was not her husband, and allowed herself to just feel; feel his hands, feel his words, feel him as he pressed closer.
She gave a cry of pain as he pushed into her; pain mixed with surprise and behind her, Draco stilled in worry.
"Hurting?" he asked, surprised also.
Hermione blinked and breathe and relaxed, and after a moment could honestly reply in the negative. She was rewarded when he began moving, in and out of her, first gently as he tested himself and her, but then pushing harder and harder as she encouraged him with her moans of pleasure.
She arched her back and couldn't help but press back into him as he came forward and from one moment to the next, pleasure exploded in her, and she cried out loudly as she quivered around him. Behind her, Draco grunted and came, filling her with his essence.
Hermione fell boneless to the soft bedding as he released her, breathing heavily and still sensitive from the pleasure she'd experienced at his hands. Draco followed, curling himself around her and nuzzling his nose into her neck.
And in that moment, Hermione felt, that if a child resulted in their union, illegitimate or not, it would be a blessing to her.
Much later, they fell asleep together; wrapped up in each other on the bed as outside, the sun rose of a new day over the water.
– – –
Hermione looked down at the small bush containing red berries. She thought they looked like raspberries, but though the Bermuda triangle was strange – just the fact that there were gorillas there was proof enough of that – she was certain raspberries couldn't grow in such a climate. She passed them by, figuring she'd rather be on the safe side than accidentally bring back something poisonous; she could always bring Draco back to the bush later, for he would surely know better than her, for though she was an expert at magical potions and the ingredients they contained, she was not so good at surviving in the wild on her smarts alone when it came to food from the earth.
She was fortunate that Draco found her, and that he wanted her. They had spent six glorious weeks together, making love as often as Draco could persuade her, and only leaving each other when he had to hunt.
Hermione was happy. As she walked through the quiet forest, keeping close to the edge of the beach since she was by herself; allowing also the sun to splice through the trees to dance in front of her as the wind fluttered in the leaves up above, she felt content, and more at peace than she ever had before.
She was in love, and though she'd not told Draco yet, and Draco had not told her how he felt, she felt certain that he returned her feelings; all of his actions pointed towards a return of affection. They were marooned on an island, but they had each other and thanks to Draco's integrated survival skills, they were in want of very little.
A twig snapped behind her and Hermione twirled around, afraid; a gorilla would've warned her of their coming, and Draco would never have made a sound.
Before her stood Blaise Zabini, holding a machete. They both blinked in surprise, before Blaise smiled wide and came up to hug her.
"Hermione!" he cried, dropping the formal name he would've used in most other situations; the touching too was new.
Hermione extracted herself from his arms as soon as she was able to, but smiled at him in greeting. "Lord Malfoy, it is very good to see you."
"You have no idea how great it is to see you; everyone thought you were surely dead, but the Professor and I would not give up."
"How is the Professor?" she asked.
"Worried sick, feeling dreadfully guilty for having brought you along despite the danger."
"Oh, he shouldn't feel guilty; I wanted to come," Hermione said, her affection for the old man increasing. "Is he here?"
"He's back on the ship; we're moored on the other side of the island."
"How on earth did you find me?"
"It was not easy; we've searched every island we've come across, and would've continued until we found you. The Professor was convinced you were not dead, despite what the Captain said."
"I very nearly was," Hermione revealed. "If not for a thunderstorm, leading me to this island, I would've been lost at sea."
"Do not speak so, Miss Hermione," he said, reaching out to touch her cheek.
A growl broke the calm surrounding them, and Hermione turned to Draco, backing away from Blaise as she held her hands up. "Now, now, my love," she said, walking closer to Draco in an attempt at calming him.
Blaise frowned, looking between them. "Am I missing something? And did you call him your love?" he hissed at her, reaching out a hand to grab her arm to stop her progress. "He is a savage!"
Hermione shrugged him off. "He is not a savage; in fact, he is Draco Malfoy!" she told him.
"What?" Blaise studied the man coming closer; his grey eyes hard as his jaw tensed, as if in preparation for a fight.
"Draco, calm down," Hermione said, placing her hands on his bare chest.
He refused to look away from his staring match with Blaise, but allowed her to stop him.
"Leave," Draco growled out.
Blaise looked at Hermione, but she remained with her back towards him. "Hermione, you are-"
"I said LEAVE!" Draco shouted. His whole body tensed.
Hermione wrapped her arms around him, hoping she was enough to keep him grounded.
"I will be back for you," Blaise told Hermione before he started to walk away. "I have to tell the Professor that I've found you, and he will not accept you staying here."
"It is not his choice," Hermione replied over Draco's growl. She ran her hands up and down his back.
"I promised your father that I would see you safely back at home," he revealed, ignoring Draco's threatening sounds. "I intend on keeping that promise."
"Blaise, please just go. Forget you ever found me."
"You will regret this." With those words, Blaise strode off and away.
Draco watched him go with a hard look on his face; only when he'd disappeared from sight did he calm slightly.
"I'm sorry, that was-"
No more could Hermione say before Draco pushed her up against a tree and ravaged her mouth with his.
"You are mine," he told her between kisses.
"Yes," Hermione agreed as she held him, returning the fever of his kiss.
Their mating was hard and desperate; Draco barely allowed himself time to take off her clothes before he pulled her down on the ground and onto her hands and knees. Hermione, out of breath and nearly quivering with anticipation, happily complied with his desires, and she couldn't help but release a loud moan as he pushed into her. His strong hands on her hips held her in place as he began to move, thrusting harder in and out of her than he ever had before.
After, they laid side by side on the ground, breathing heavily.
"You are not to leave me," Draco told her.
"I would never," Hermione promised, kissing him gently.
– – –
A sudden noise made Hermione wake with a start. She sat up in bed and looked around; all was quiet, but something was wrong. Beside her, Draco slept quietly, his arm around her a dead weight as always and she smiled gently as she saw him sleeping.
Movement in the corner of her eye made her turn with a gasp as she realised there was someone in their home; the outline of a man was visible in the makeshift window, coming closer.
"Get dressed," Blaise told her. "Not that I'm not admiring the view."
Hermione blushed, covering her naked breast with her hands. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you I would come back for you."
"But I want to stay," she said, glancing at Draco. He wasn't stirring. She frowned.
"Don't bother; he's not going to awake up any time soon."
Hermione frowned at his tone. "What did you do?" She leaned over Draco; he was cold.
Arms pulled her away but Hermione fought them off; both to remain close to Draco, but also because she was naked. She didn't want another man's hands on her.
"He's dead, let's go," Blaise told her, his voice hard.
Hermione gasped. "You killed him?" she asked, horrified.
"What was I supposed to do?" he asked, as if truly expecting an answer. "If you took him back with you, he'd take back his title."
"But we weren't going to go back!" Hermione cried, tears forming in her eyes. "How could you do this? What kind of a person are you?"
"I'm not proud of it, if that's what you're thinking," Blaise said. "But it had to be done. If you don't put any clothes on, I'll just take you back as you are, but I thought you wouldn't want that, given the number of sailors aboard the ship."
"But-" she glanced at Draco.
"He's not worth it."
"I love him."
Blaise flinched. "That's no matter. We're returning to England, and I will even forgive you for your indiscretion with this savage, and marry you anyway."
"I do not want to marry you!" Hermione screamed.
"Your father has already given his permission; we will marry when we return to England. I was going to give you the benefit of giving me a proper answer, but now you have no choice in the matter. Now, put this on," he threw a dress at her.
With shaky fingers and blurry eyes, Hermione obeyed. She feared his threat of bringing her onboard the ship naked was not an idle one.
The kissed Draco's cheek, one last time, accidentally splashing his face with her tears before she allowed Blaise to lead her out of the hut she considered her home far more than she had the house she'd lived in all her life before.
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