A/N: I really thought that I might abandon this story... I'll bet you all thought I did. xD I couldn't do that to you all. So here it is! The next chapter of Everything in Your Eyes. The sweetness of this chapter melts me... but the harshness makes me cringe. And it's my own writing. lol. Anyway, I promise to update soon after this! Enjoi =D

Warning, rated M for a reason! Don't like sexual scenes, then skip past the "((heart))" marker.

Chapter 6:

The blonde boy took the hand of his newly wedded wife and they began to walk back down the aisle, as happy and soggy faces congratulated them. They were set to travel to the beach and did not waste any time getting dressed so they could leave. They reunited in their casual wear, so ready to have a very quick reception.

The boy smiled and studied his lovely bride and was shocked at what he saw. Is it possible that she is even more beautiful now than before? How could perfection be improved upon? His heart may have skipped a few beats when he made contact with her glistening brown eyes.

After the reception, they said their goodbyes to family and friends. The boy arranged for everything to be picked up and they parted for the beach. They apparated to a small area they knew was close to their hotel. They unshrunk their luggage, they had thankfully packed light. They walked into the luxurious hotel that the boy had insisted upon. They retrieved their reserved room keys from the front desk where they were told to 'have fun'.

They walked hand in hand through the hallways with their suitcases in the others. They arrived at room 269 and he quickly unlocked the door and opened it a small amount. After pocketing his key, and without warning, he swiftly picked his bride up and promptly kissed her. She was so light, and he truly felt like he could take on the world. Testosterone was surely coursing through, making him more powerful by the second. He kicked the door open further and carefully crossed the threshold with his new wife.

He allowed her down and she stated that she wanted to freshen up. She ran into the bathroom, while he grabbed their cases and locked the door behind him. No one was coming in or going out of this room for quite some time.

Feeling mischievous, the blonde-haired boy stepped into the open bathroom to check on his love. He admired how gorgeous she was as she was simply brushing her hair. He had to have her. Approaching, innocently enough, he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled and told him to hold on one moment. He seemed to disagree. He ran his large hands down her sides, stopping when he met her lovely hips. He then continued by running his fingers over the front of her thighs. He pressed himself closer to her so she could read his mind- or rather body.

Angling his head to the left, he began to softly kiss her neck. Her fragrance fueling his fire even more. While creating a trail of kisses, he allowed his hands to travel up and down her body. His left was scratching its way along her inner thigh, towards the warmth; while his other hand had seemed to take a liking to one of her ample breasts. He let his fingers caress the top of it. Everyone once in a while he would allow his tongue to taste the flesh of his lover's neck and soon began licking his way up to her ear. Both of his hands found themselves on her chest as her began to nibble at her earlobes. She lightly moaned with approval and became slightly louder as he began to explore her ear with his tongue. It was to progress further.

He turned her around and they became hooked in a passionate kiss, to which she was the master of. Their tongues met and danced for what several moments. He began to rock his hips against her. They stopped and she gave him a look that could turn a gay man straight, it was just that sexy. She grabbed him by the tie that he still donned and led him to the bed. She was helping rid him of his shirt, as he used his own hands to grab her impossibly cute butt. She trailed small bites down his chest, which he defiantly seemed to like.

Off went their shoes, socks, and he made sure that her shirt wasn't getting in their way. Holding her tightly, he began to lick his way around her clavicle, all the while unhooking her bra. Before she even realized it, the obstructing article was clear of her body and he had already taken one of her prefect breast into his mouth, while foundling the other. He teased her nipples with his tongue and eventually started to lightly bite at them. He was having too much fun with them and figured he would come back to them later.

He unbuttoned her jeans, but she stopped him from pulling them down. She shoved him on the bed, slinked away just a bit, and pulled off the pesky pants herself. Her body was so sexy, the boy could hardly contain himself. She slowly crawled over him, helping with his pants. The girl started kissing him on the neck and down his stomach. He was in heaven though determined to stay dominate.

They rolled on the bed, with him the victor on top. He held down her hands, forcing her to stay down, and she seemed to like that. He began making his way down her body, first kissing her wonderfully full lips, then her fragrantly soft neck, her lovely breast, and all the way down her stomach. Her damp panties were proof at the effect his skills had on her. He loosened his grip on her and got rid of the evidence.

The boy's fire burned even greater at the source of his love's warmth. He was intoxicated by the sights and smells. Eventually, he got a hold on himself and began to explore his lover with his mouth with long, broad strokes. He felt his love shake with euphoria. He singled out her clit and played with it in his mouth. When his love couldn't take it anymore, he stiffened his tongue and entered her rapidly. His bride moaned in approval.

He couldn't wait any longer. He slipped off his favorite pair of boxers, his lucky pair as he referred to them. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life. Positioning his love and himself, he attempted to tease her. He grabbed himself and rubbed it against her warmth. The good feeling was intense for both sides and even caused the boy to moan very loud. No matter though, there was no one there to stop them now.

He entered her abruptly and began rocking to slow rhythm. His confidence began to rise, as did his speed. Her moans were starting to become mildly panting. This excited him further, he begun thrusting harder and faster causing noticeable strain to the springs of the bed. Her reactions drove him. He reached his peak. He couldn't thrust any faster. He bit at her neck and whispered Merlin only knows what into her ear.

He felt her body spasm and her breathing become labored. With one more thrust, he sent his own body on top of her gasping for air.

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Draco turned over and became aware of his arousal. He groaned. This was why he hated waking up. Though the dream had indeed been very nice, it was still even more unwanted. She wouldn't leave him alone, even in his unconscious hours she invaded his every thought.

He rose and went straight into his bathroom. He turned the taps of his shower on and made sure the water was cold. Very cold. He quickly lost his pajama bottoms and got under the stream of relief. He tried to relax into the chilly water, but this time it seemed that the problem she gave him was persistent. He put his mind on other things, disgusting things. Snape in women's clothing. Potter kissing the Weaselette. Dumbledore naked. "Argh! Too much!" he exclaimed ready to upchuck anything that remained in his stomach.

He walked down to the large dining hall and took his normal seat at the elegant table. Immediately, Dinny appeared with a tray of food. He choose a plate of pancakes and thanked the small creature. He poured the syrup over them and quickly brought a bite to his mouth. He sighed when he tasted the chocolate. Everywhere! He almost wanted to laugh.

He went back up to his room after his scoffed down his food. He sat down at his desk to scribble down his thoughts. It was something he did when he was feeling conflicted.

The blasted girl is all I can think about. I'm supposed to be receiving my Mark soon, but I'm infatuated with a Mudblood? It doesn't even make sense. She's everything I hate, yet everything I'm falling for. That good girl act she does is getting to me. She gets to me more than anyone else ever has. Even damned Potter can't make my skin crawl like her. Not to mention how she smells, tastes, kisses! They are so much better than Pansy or Marie or Jenna or Danielle or… ANYWAY. She gives me so much to think about. She's beautiful in that bookworm sort of way. She's brilliant, there's never been a question about that. She has attitude and wit about her too. She's damn near the perfect girl… If it wasn't for that whole 'dirty blood' thing. He sighed as he wrote that part. She makes me want to

He dropped his quill. She really did make him want to change sides. Hell! She made him want to change all of his views on life in general. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to write it.

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Walking down that morning, Hermione was desperately glad that there was no sign of her mother or Marcus. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a cereal bar and a glass of juice, preferring to stay in her room until after she knew he was gone.

She grabbed Twilight and finished up the last of it in a less than a few hours. She sighed at the happy ending that it portrayed. She wondered if her love story would have a happy ending. Would she ever get married like her dreams so vividly showed her?

The thought of the dream made her blush fore it brought the thoughts of Draco. She suppressed a small groan. Why did he linger always in the back of her mind? She longed to see him. Her lips itched to meet his. Her arms felt cold and desired to wrap themselves around his warm, lean body. The pit of her stomach clinched and her face flushed a bit at the thought of his toned body.

She mentally scolded herself. Instead of pinning after her flaxen haired enemy, she could be studying. It was true that she had just gotten out of school and had only taken exams a few weeks prior, but this year they had to take the NEWTS. Hermione would also be delving into some advanced classes in order to prepare for her Healer training next summer. It was an exciting thought, but a terrifying one because Hermione felt incredible unprepared and began to fret at the sudden realization of it being a year away. She had successfully gotten her mind off of Draco.

Pulling out her books she spent the rest of the afternoon reading about every potion from a Hiccuping Solution to the Shrinking Potion. She wondered what were the chances of her mother's 'boy toy' smelling a potion if she were to try to brew one. She figured that it was safer if she didn't draw any more attention to herself than necessary with this one.

She was interrupted while reading an article able the uses of Puffapods when she heard someone coming up the stairs. She assumed it would only be her mother, but was startled when Marcus walked right into her room. He loomed over her and she had in a small shiver of disgust.

"What are you reading girl?" he asked, snatching the book right out of her hands. "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi?! Why are you reading this soft-minded trash?" he slung the book against the wall causing the spine to separate itself from the cover. Hermione cringed at the abrasive action. "Didn't I already tell you that you should be engaging in some more physical activities?!" he shouted. She merely stared, open-mouthed at him. She had never feared someone more in her life than this man she had only just met yesterday.

He drew his hand back and it met the side of Hermione's face with a loud 'Smack!' She let out a loud sob and her hand flew to her stinging cheek. "When I ask you a question Mudblood, you better bloody answer me!" Her eyes flew open at his insult. "Yeah, I said it, M-U-D-B-L-O-O-D!" He spelled it out for her. "If you thought I was actually interested in your mother, you're as stupid as she is. That bint was just a fleshy detour for me to get to you." His eyes narrowed and Hermione felt something jabbing her in the side. She risked a milli-second's glance down and saw a shiny, black wand pressed against her ribs. "Now come let me show you something, dearest Hermione." He roughly grabbed her by her upper arm and near-drug her down the staircase.

They finally arrived in the kitchen and Hermione saw her mother crumpled on the tile floor. Her eyes were open slightly and glazed over with a look of pain. "Want to witness what happens when you disobey me?" He flung Hermione into a chair and with a simple flick of his want, ropes bound her to it. He stalked to her mother and grabbed a hand full of hair, wrenching her up until she was nearly standing. "You see, Jane here tried to tell me no when I requested her to go fetch you. I don't take kindly to being told 'no'." He drew a cruel smirk on his face. "Sectumsempra!"

The older woman let out a huge shriek as blood began to ooze from every where on her body. "No!!!" Hermione shouted as she watched the gashes spread across her mother. Tears came to her eyes. "Mom!" she shouted and turned her head.

"Oh no," he grabbed her face and turned it back to the badly bleeding woman. "You're going to watch as I torture your filthy Muggle of a mother! And if you don't," he shook her face. "I'll force you to do it." a mad gleam in his eyes told Hermione that he would indeed do so. She watched through tearful eyes as he performed countless curses. If Jane passed out, he would dose her in icy, salt water that he conjured up. Hermione sobbed uncontrollably. She just wished that her poor mother would die, anything would be better than this torture.

Finally, after an hour of curses and literally adding salt to her wounds, Marcus stopped. His sneering face turned back to Hermione. "Do you think she's had enough fun for today?" Hermione could only faintly nod, hoping that was the response he wanted. "Okay," he whipped back to the bloody, broken woman. "Avada Kedavra!"

Hermione screamed out her mother's name and sobbed harder than ever. Sure, she wasn't Parent of the Year material, but that was her mother. She loved her regardless of anything in the past, but now she was gone, forever.

"All of this fun has gotten me a bit worked up." he shifted as he turned back to the crying girl. A devious smirk pulling over his smug face. Hermione cringed away as far as her confines would let her, because the glint in his eye told her that her pain was far from over.