Stay Away From Me
By: the enchanted kneazle
Chapter 11
She was leaning against the wall right across from his secret passageway, hidden underneath the invisibility cloak. She had been standing there for an hour already and she was starting to get worried.
Hermione finally heard the slow creaking of the door opening fifteen minutes later. Draco was holding himself up on the wall with one hand while his eyes searched the corridor for any sign of her. She saw the barest trace of disappointment start to enter his eyes, but it quickly changed to a knowing curiosity as he must have smelled her cinnamon scent in the air.
"Any day now, Granger." He drawled, although she could hear the underlying ache in his tone. He looked as if he would lose his footing at any moment, she realized, jolting her into action.
Hermione whipped the invisibility cloak off her shoulders, rushing forward to help him slowly ease down to the ground. She had come up with a plan earlier and now it was time to put that plan into action. The last time she had done this it had been effective enough for him to make it to his dorm, but she knew she could and would do better.
She covered him over with the cloak, making sure every feature was invisible, and stood up, pulling out her wand. With a swish, a flick, and a whispered Wingardium Leviosa, Malfoy was levitated into the air.
She moved with deliberate steps down the hall and up to the main level of the castle, as he floated safe and unseen under the control of her steady wand. Two minutes later, they had arrived in front of the Room of Requirement.
Hermione walked back and forth three times in front of the wall, picturing the room they would need and a door appeared. It was very simple and contained only that which she thought they would need. It was small, only warmed and lit by a roaring fireplace on the left side of the room. On the right were a couch and a side table with a few things they would need.
She opened the door and maneuvered Malfoy through the opening, closing it behind them and gently directing his floating body to lay face-down on the couch. His eyes were closed, and the skin on his face was pale and sweaty.
On the table sat a pair of scissors, a bottle of rubbing oil, a pain potion, and a dreamless sleep potion. The first thing she did was pull his head up, and get him to swallow the pain potion with nothing more than a small gasp. It wouldn't work as well on spell-induced damage, but she was sure that magical harm wasn't all that had been inflicted on him this night.
She pulled the cloak off his body and grabbed the scissors, immediately getting to work on cutting the shirt off his back. What she saw was nothing short of horrific. It seemed as if Lucius had a penchant for physical violence as well as magical. Draco's back was covered in deep welts and bruises that looked suspiciously as if they had been left by a cane.
Hermione used every healing charm she thought would work on the swelling and bruising, and by the time she was done, she was sweating through her clothes. The room immediately dropped a few degrees; just enough to cool Hermione off without robbing Draco of the warmth his injured body needed.
Although the wounds on the surface had been mostly healed, most of the damage lay deep in the large muscles of his back. She decided to approach it just like last time and simply rested her hands, palm down, atop his shoulder blades.
After a few moments, she started a gentle squeezing of the area, pressing down with a minimal amount of pressure, just enough to get the ball rolling. After awhile, she reached over and poured some of the already-warmed oil into her palm,evenly distributing it amongst both hands once she had set the bottle back down.
She then gingerly started massaging the tense muscles, slowly running her hands up and down. Malfoy moaned into the cushion as the joy of being touched with good intentions overpowered the throbbing pain surrounding his spine.
He swore to himself then and there that he would never let her know how much he loved this. That would be showing a weakness, and he had already showed her too many of his. Mistaking his moan for a pained exclamation, Hermione immediately stopped her soothing motions and pulled her hands away from his skin.
"Don't stop," he groaned.
Realization dawned and Hermione attacked the task with new vigor, happy to be bringing him pleasure instead of pain. Over the next half hour, she steadily increased the pressure until she was digging her thumbs into the areas he seemed to respond to the most, judging by the sighs escaping his lips.
Hermione finally pulled away and sat back on her feet when she realized he was enjoying it a little too much, judging by the small rocking of his hips every time she ventured into a lower area.
"Don't stop!" He demanded.
"I think you've had enough, Malfoy. I'm worried about the innocence of that couch." She laughed as it dawned on him that he'd been…overzealous in his appreciation. He rolled over and pulled himself into a seated position with a cocky grin in place.
"I can't help the effect those hot little hands have on my body, Granger. Now…come sit in my lap and let me show you exactly what you do to me." His expression turned from a teasing smile to an intense stare as he sat there in only his trousers. In her kneeling position she could see his erection visibly straining against the fabric.
Hermione knew it was a bad idea, but right now she felt on top of the world. She had taken a person who could barely hold himself up into her care and, in less than an hour, had him literally demanding that she straddle him.
Did she dare?
What do you guys think she should do? Leave him high and dry (wink wink) or give in?
Thanks for reading!