A/N – Well…I suppose I should put up a warning here, this will contain adult content and is not suitable for younger readers under the age of 18 – This will be unadulterated pure smut – I, in no way, condone underage sex so if you are under the age of eighteen please do us a favor and high tail it out of here.
Chapter 13
Even though the hands that skipped down her sides and squeezed her thighs to grab at her were bruising, Hermione refused to let him have it how he wanted it. She was not going to struggle and make a fool out of herself, that's what the bastard wanted she was sure. If the way he licked his lip to taste her "dirty" blood was any indication. Hermione took several deep breaths to steady herself as she turned the tables on him, rolling her hips up against his arousal she watched with breathless satisfaction when his eyes rolled up and he grunted at the sensation.
When he looked back down at her his eyes flashed with confusion at just what she was doing but she responded by glaring defiantly.
'You're not getting the best of me' both their eyes said, Hermione knew then that neither would be getting out of this without some kind of bruising and or scratches. For some reason the thought merely sent a shiver of anticipation right down her spine to pool in her stomach making it tighten with need. She knew that they hated each other; he would always think of her as a dirty – mud – blood – slag, and him? She would always know him to be a ferret – faced – pompous – bastard. But that didn't matter now as Draco literally ripped her top, sending the buttons skittering across the bed and floor.
Hermione was not going to be complacent either as her hands impatiently undid his trousers, using her heels to push them over his ass taking his boxers with them. Suddenly without warning a stinging pain shot through her shoulder and she couldn't help but cry out and arch into Draco as he bit her, her nails digging into his biceps deep enough to draw blood in retaliation.
This would be nothing like the first time, she knew that and she had no qualms about that. No this would be hard, fast, and feral no holding back, and no apologizing. A strangled moan ripped through Hermione's throat when Draco's slim fingers found purchase between her legs teasing her wet folds, the lacy panties pushed to the side and more than likely torn from his violent treatment.
Blonde hair mingled with honey brown curls on the cream colored comforter as Draco kept his face buried in the side of her neck, his teeth continually staking claim against her burning skin. She continued to rock against him trying to tell him what her body needed but he infuriatingly just pressed his body back against her as he teased her with his fingers. Growling, Hermione tugged on his hair harshly causing Draco to look up at her.
"You stubborn, bastard…" Hermione panted. "Stop screwing around."
She wanted to wipe the smirk off of Draco's face as she said that and as in control as he seemed, Hermione could feel his own body trembling, his heart pounding, and heard the sound of his uneven breathing as he struggled to keep some symbolism of power over her. She was about to try some other way to spur Draco on but didn't have time to figure it out as his fingers left her and something else pushed into her hard, tearing her in two. Throwing her head back Hermione opened her mouth to cry out, but the sound couldn't even vocalize the sweeping pain. Her nails bit into his arms and shoulders making Draco grunt and pull out then back in even harder. Over the sensation of pain a small shiver of pleasure knotted, causing her to tighten her legs around his waist and squeeze as she started to raise her hips up and meet him thrust for thrust.
Draco's mouth traveled down the throat bared to him, willing his mouth to her collar bone down between her breasts, his teeth catching on the fabric and biting as he pulled slightly at the lace. Hermione arched as his hand trailed to the small of her back and raked his nails across the skin along the way. In that moment something slowed, softened and she was too breathless to stop it. With every slow push, her lips parted and her fingers slowly relaxed their tight grip, running her hands along the muscled lines of his strong shoulders, and his neck Hermione's eyes shut, her head falling to the side.
Why was he being more gentle? Hermione thought to herself through the thick fog of pleasure that had wrapped around her, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Both of his arms had wrapped around her and she gasped as Draco held them flush together. His skin was hot, almost scalding, their bodies slid against each other with every push and pull of pleasure like a building pressure. Hermione could feel her body tensing, eagerly grasping at release and it was then she noticed the sounds in the room.
The noise their skin made when it met on for a moment, the soft moans and panting from Draco. She was almost surprised to hear herself: low husky whimpers of gratification falling past her lips unbidden as she raked her nails through Draco's blond locks.
Then suddenly like a bowstring wound to tightly Hermione froze; The pressure deep in the pit of her stomach finally swelling so high it tumbled over taking her with it. The fall of bliss was dizzying, disorienting, but something she wanted to never end. She faintly heard her own voice call out the one name that had made her feel this way.
"Dra-co…" his name stumbled from her mouth, broken, as she lost herself in her own sinfully wonderful release. Hermione almost didn't catch that he to had joined her in completion and she felt his weight settle on top of her, Draco was heavy but it was not uncomfortable.
After a few minutes of lying there with her eyes closed she cringed.
"What was that?" She whispered, proud that despite the hushed tone it did not waver. Hermione felt Draco tense above her and then suddenly he was gone, sitting up and perched on the edge of the bed. She pulled her top together with one hand as she kept an eye on him and pushed her skirt down with the other, sitting up herself. With out answering Draco stood and pulled his breeches on securely and straightened his rumpled school shirt and tie leaving Hermione to slump down into her pillows.
She asked again to the empty room, "what was that?"
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Natalia bobbed her leg up and down nervously as she sat at the café table fiddling with the handle of the delicate china teacup. Suddenly she felt a hand on her leg and she looked up sharply only to feel a smile twitch at her lips. Harry sat next to her giving her a reassuring look as they sat, waiting. She had gone behind both Draco and Blaise's back and owled her cousin anyway.
But her nerve left her, though the reason for the discussion made her blood boil terribly. So she had convinced Harry to come with her, he made her feel so much better when he was near. He didn't need to talk or be particularly close, but just be in the same room. Just knowing he was in the vicinity calmed her slightly raw nerves.
Natalia knew that Harry had problems of his own at the moment, but she couldn't help be but a little selfish, especially when it seemed he felt the same way when around her. At the sound of approaching feet the nightingale looked up quickly but sighed just as quickly, it was only the waiter from earlier. He set down the bill and turned sharply.
Natalie let her attention drift away once again and rolled her eyes when she heard Harry call her name.
"Natalia…"
"Yes, Harry?"
"I think you should…look at this…"
Frowning she looked down at the table and the center of his focus. Her frown turned into confusion.
"What in the world…?" she muttered as she went to pick up the medium sized gold chain, and jerked a little when she found her wrist grasped in Harry's grip.
"Don't touch it," he whispered a shadowed expression falling over his face.
"Harry, don't be silly, it's just a chain."
He gave her a sharp and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? If it's just a chain then why did the waiter leave it?" Natalia could only shrug.
"I don't know maybe it dropped from around his…neck?"
'Okay so that doesn't sound so convincing,' she thought to herself as Harry gave her an exasperated look.
Sighing, Harry leaned in so his lips brushed against the corner of her mouth on their way to her ear.
"Constant vigilance, Nightingale."
But any kind of vigilance was the last thing on Natalia's mind as she went almost completely boneless in those few seconds. Shaking her head physically she pulled back and crossed her arms, trying to gain back some composure.
"Okay then what do you suppose it is?"
She wanted to blush at the smirk that tugged onto his face but she managed to beat it down somehow.
"Well I'm not sure," he looked down at it titling it to the side, all playful looks and bantering aside. He narrowed his eyes leaned back, looking resigned after a few minutes. "I think it might be a Portkey."
"Well how do you know that?" Natalia countered. He just sounded too sure of himself for her taste. Smiling at each other Harry nodded as he pointed to the object.
"There is a light sheen of magic on the surface, a light translucent blue, that's usually synonymous with Portkeys I've seen that is."
Natalia looked at him skeptically then back down to the chain. She didn't see any kind of color other then gold on the surface.
"You won't normally see the magic, you've got to know what you're looking at," Harry explained as if he had read her thoughts. Natalia gave him another skeptical look but leaned back in her seat nonetheless.
"Okay then, what are we going to do about it?"
"Well what time did your cousin say she was going to meet us?"
Natalia bit her lip and looked to the side for a moment, "Natalia…?"
She just answered by laughing a little nervously. "The thing is, she didn't say…that she was coming." She saw Harry's eyes widen in disbelief. "But she would never leave me when I needed her! I know she'd get in touch with me…I know she'd help…"
Feeling a little dejected and silly she dropped her chin in her hands and glared down at the chain while frowning at the thing.
"She wouldn't," Natalia suddenly mumbled to herself. She ignored Harry's question of what she was talking about and narrowed her eyes a little more at the Portkey. Glancing up at her boyfriend through her dark lashes she bit her lip once again. Natalia knew her cousin would do something like this in retaliation for getting summoned so suddenly. Thing was convincing Harry…
"Hey baby," Natalia said sweetly looking up and smiling. Her hand crept over his, which rested by his cup of coffee. Harry just raised a suspicious eyebrow at her.
"Yes?" He drawled out keeping her in a steady gaze, but Natalia just kept on smiling. Suddenly without warning she tightened her grip on him and reached for the chain. The sickening feeling of traveling by Portkey was immediate and she could hear Harry's surprised shout from somewhere in front of her.
When things stopped spinning and they landed rather ungracefully, the wind was knocked clean out of Natalia's stomach. She lay motionless for a moment trying to regain her bearings and didn't mind the feeling of the familiar arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Someone clearing their throat made Natalia jerk slightly and she looked up to see her cousin sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, hands folded atop her knee.
"Nightingale?" Shanna asked with a knowing smile.
"Shanna," she breathed in relief. If Natalia had been wrong Harry would probably try and wring her neck for getting captured or something.
'Speaking of boyfriends,' Natalia thought to herself as she pushed herself straight up into a sitting position and looked down at the glossed over look in Harry's eyes. "Harry, are you alright?"
He only groaned and blinked, his eyes focusing to look up at her. "As much as I like this position…" he paused as he shifted causing Natalia to go slightly pink in the cheek. "That landing kinda hurt."
"S-sorry," she mumbled as she shifted off of his lap and slid to the floor. As she expected Harry didn't look too happy to have been forcefully Portkeyed to Merlin knows where. He was giving Natalia a tight look that said he was obviously not happy with the situation.
Yet Shanna didn't give either of the two time to start any kind of argument.
"Listen, I realize that you two have school tomorrow. I have a return Portkey on the desk over there," she gestured vaguely in the direction it was in. "Natalia, I also know what is on your mind. If I'm correct you never got a look of the Marriage Contract did you?"
"No, I didn't," she answered with a shake of her head. Both herself and Harry were now standing and heading to the bed to sit. The room was small with only the full size bed and a door for what could only be assumed to be the bathroom.
Shanna sighed bringing back Natalia's attention.
"Well I can't exactly read it to you, but I have memorized some of the 'finer' details…" She paused and picked up a packet of paper from her lap and held it out. Natalia jumped up and took it quickly.
"That is a copy of the marriage contract, I managed to get it before I…left."
Natalia licked her lips and clutched the papers, not sure if she wanted to read them anymre. But Shanna wouldn't let her wimp out and she nearly cringed at her cousin's snipped command to open it.
Natalia did so and unfolded the thick parchment slowly.
"Read it out loud," Shanna said softly now. "From the top."
"Marriage Contract - In the name of magic, the beneficent, the merciful Merlin, send his blessings upon us." Natalia paused wondering if this particular part was necessary.
"Go on Natalia," Her cousin urged.
"Right," clearing her throat she went on, "This agreement made on the fifteenth day of June in the year 1991 between the 'Groom' and 'Bride' outlined below," Natalia scanned her eyes down the page and frowned. She remembered that day seven years ago, but never knew what she had been signing. Draco had been there along with his mother and father as well.
"The groom and bride enter into this agreement to provide for circumstances relating to their marriage; and both have read and agreed to the following conditions by way of signing each term part. Uh I didn't agree to any of this, I didn't even read it at the time!" Natalia exclaimed.
"No you didn't, but are you sure you signed?"
"Well I really don't remember…" Natalia muttered scanning down the page. Both area's for her and Draco's signatures were blank as well as the dates.
"This is what Lucius will have you signing during Christmas break, probably, he will also more then likely have a revised version of this contract…" Shanna said as she picked at the hem of her skirt. "Things that will lock you in more tightly to the bond of marriage. What we need to figure out is how to keep you from going to Italy. Lucius will have measures set up to get you to sign that contract no matter what."
Natalia slumped down and closed her eyes. "What am I going to do, Shanna?"
The fair skinned cousin drummed her fingers along her knee in thought before shrugging. "I can maybe buy you the first week of Christmas holiday. During that time, I still have a few strings back at Zabini Manor. I'll try and get a more up to date copy of the contract; find a way to negate the whole thing."
Shanna stood slowly, "Don't try and get in contact with me again, Natalia. Lucius is right to think that I'm going to do anything to stop him and Uncle, he will be watching my flat constantly."
Bending down she rested her hand on the low table where two portkey's rested. "Stay close to Blaise, Nightingale." Shanna paused and gave a sly smile, "And of course your new boy toy here, I'm sure that everything will work out all right."
Natalia nodded and stood wrapping her cousin in a hug before she could touch the Portkey.
"Be careful yourself." Giving an amused sort of chuckle Shanna tugged at the end of Natalia's long hair.
"of course I will. When am I not?"
Before anyone could say anything else, Shanna stepped away and scooped up the Portkey and a split second afterwards disappeared.
The two of them were left in the suddenly overwhelming silence of the hotel room. Natalia dropped the parchments to the low table and turned to see Harry still sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked down at his hands. Heaving a small sigh she stepped up to him and lifted her hand to run it through that untamable wild hair.
She gave a small smile when he leaned into her touch and suddenly Natalia was seized with the uncontrollable urge to just be with him. It didn't matter what they did as long as she was right there with him. No thoughts of Draco, or the contract, or how her cousin would react to know she was here with Harry.
No…just him and knowing for sure, being absolutely positive that he felt even an inkling of what she was feeling for him. Natalia knew however it was unfair to demand of him if he loved her or not, so she would be content to just be. Taking the sides of his head in her hands she tipped his head up and delved down to capture Harry's lips against hers. Urging him silently to deepen it, to take control, Natalia wanted none of it.
Reassurance was what she needed, wanted, craved right now, and Merlin, she hoped Harry could…would give it. She wasn't disappointed as she felt his Quidditch strengthened arms circle around her waist and pull her into his lap. Natalia gave an almost needy, helpless whimper she wasn't sure she liked but soon forgot as Harry's lips left her own to mark a hot trail down her neck.
She arched her back and leaned her head back freely giving him permission to go on, and for the love of all that was magical to not stop. Natalia's trepidation and worries seemed to melt away almost instantly as her heartbeat sped up a good deal more. Her skin tingled pleasantly as his hand slipped between her shoulders and the other brushed the underside of her arm, almost tickling her.
Clenching her teeth and closing her eyes she trusted his hold on her as she arched some more, causing her to lean her head back. Natalia exhaled breathlessly as she pushed back upright and made him fall back on to the bed. She was about to dive in for yet another kiss that would make her light headed or make those wonderfully nervous butterflies stir up once again in her stomach when she noticed Harry looking at her intensely enough to make her blush.
"What?" Natalia muttered as she sat up still straddling his waist and resting her hands on his stomach, clenching the fabric of his shirt. One of his hands left her hip and brushed back the curtain of dark thick hair, and cupped her cheek.
"That's my line," he teased causing her to roll her eyes and lay down fully on him; her lips mischievously brushing up against his, hopefully enticingly enough to make him shut up. It worked for a moment as he pressed back into the kiss and dipped his tongue into her waiting mouth. She sucked on the muscle slowly and smirked when he groaned.
Natalia didn't stop, not giving him time to even speak as he seemed to want to say something else. Soon enough he relaxed then tensed again to flip them over causing her to grunt with a small chuckle. Things were getting a little too hot as he ground himself into her, causing Natalia to lose her breath entirely. Her hands clenched into small fists beside her head as Harry shifted and tailed a hand down her side to her thigh then hooked behind her knee, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
But urging was one thing she didn't need help on and possessively wound herself around him, arm and legs alike.
Natalia couldn't hear a thing over the pounding of her own pulse in her ears as her blood roared and her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. She was already trembling with need and Harry hadn't even made a move to more intimate things. Her school skirt was bunched up at her hips and something seemed to pulse in her lower stomach when she realized he was saying something into her ear. Low, and husky, and sounding just as breathless as she felt.
It didn't matter what Harry might have been saying because she nodded her head slightly and she gave a choked whimper…or it might have been a gasp, or moan, or even a cry, Natalia wasn't sure anymore…all she could feel was bliss as Harry's fingers firmly found their way between their bodies and pressed into the throbbing tensely waiting bundle of nerves. Harry seemed just as eager as Natalia did and though he kept a gentle but firm rhythm she felt his body almost hum in anticipation. Or…nerves?
Either way the knot of out of reach fulfillment in her lower stomach made her quiver, as her legs shook almost like it was a strain. Natalia opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a weak cry as a wave of sizzling pleasure rocked through her. Finally she found her voice between gasps and moans.
"H-harry…plea-se…" she drug out finally. Not sure what she was asking for but just knew she needed. She felt him rest his head on her chest, felt the vibrations of his rumbling voice as he kept saying nonsensical things. Finally that quickly building knot burst as she tensed, surely leaving whelps through his shirt as her nails dug into him.
Just as fast as her release had come it was gone and the adrenaline that had rushed through her body left her feeling limp. Natalia had to make a conscious effort to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head. Soon she felt Harry's lips on hers and she returned the kiss lethargically a small silly smile planted on her face she couldn't wipe off for the life of her.
She did give a small gasp when he ground into her slowly and she felt just how far from being done they were. Finally Natalia was able to focus on Harry's face, she saw that his shirt had somehow come undone and his glasses had been removed. Harry looked down at her with a mixture of gentleness that made her heart clench, amusement, and lust that made her want to squirm.
Natalia still didn't want to say anything, so as to not break whatever atmosphere they had going on, so in a burst of energy she didn't think and she reached down between them like he had done to her and rubbed the palm of her hand across her boyfriend's hardened prick.
Biting her lip Natalia raised an eyebrow jokingly at him until Harry growled and stopped her moving hand with his own, then leaned down to nip at her lips causing Natalia to practically purr. Natalia wiggled her fingers free from his hand, worked the button open and pulled the zipper down, eagerly tugging him out of his pants, finally grasping the hot shaft.
Harry distracted his girlfriend by cupping her breast running his thumb over her nipple. Her body responded instantly as it peaked and hardened through her bra and shirt. Natalia arched off the bed as tingles of sharp pleasure jolted right to her center. Seeing her distracted, Harry took it as a good time to push her lace boy cut panties to the side and line himself with her.
Natalia groaned in half frustration and half eagerness. Once more she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her heels into his backside forcing him to push in. It wasn't much but they both groaned. She was overly sensitive and every small tremor sent her shaking once again. When he finally got a hold of himself Harry plunged the rest of the way in and Natalia let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. She didn't even feel like she was able to get a good gulp of air back in her lungs when he started to move making her dizzy all over again.
Harry intertwined their fingers together tightly and squeezed with restraint, never stopping as he pulled out and plunged back in. His pace picked up and all she could do was hold on, her legs ached deliciously but she wanted nothing more then to continue. With her free hand Natalia brushed back a lock of hair from his forehead and tilted her head to kiss the scar there. She tightened around him and thrust her hips up to meet his with every stroke.
Harry buried his face into to side of her neck nuzzling and kissing. Natalia could tell he was trying to hold back…to draw it out, but she couldn't stop the vindictive streak that crossed her suddenly. She wanted to see him lose himself completely like she had undoubtedly done. Wanted to know that she had done that to him…to make Harry feel that way, and no one else.
Raking her nails down his clothed back she once again squeezed around him causing him to gasp unexpectedly. Natalia continued to do so rhythmically until he cried out hoarsely gripping onto her tightly as he thrust one last time and stilled. After she felt him relax she soothed her hands down his back and as he pulled out slowly she shuddered.
Natalia was reluctant to unwrap herself from his body and stubbornly stayed that way, not that Harry seemed to be objecting as he laid on her trying to catch his breath. Finally she allowed her eyes to fall shut, wanting to give into the sudden sleepiness she felt. She didn't even bothering opening her eyes when she felt him prop himself up and chuckle.
"Don't' laugh…" Natalia grumbled with a pout.
Harry leaned down and gave her a lingering peck on the lips, "We can't stay here, Natalia."
"Yes we can." she argued stubbornly.
Slipping his mouth to her ear, he nibbled on tender flesh of her lobe, "School."
"Do we really have to have an education?" Natalia groused. "We can always just…run away…then we wouldn't have to worry about anything."
"Tempting," Harry whispered and rested his forehead on her shoulder. "But I'm not in the habit of running anywhere, especially away from things. We'll work it out somehow."
Natalia wanted to believe that so badly, and suddenly the hazy sleep she felt was lifted as the weight of everything settled back down on her. Blinking her eyes a couple of times she swallowed a sudden rush of emotion that made her throat close painfully.
"Right." Natalia sighed sitting up as Harry did. Forcing a smile on her face that wavered. "Lets get back then."
Harry hesitated briefly before hauling her up to her feet and hugging her almost crushing against him.
"Natalia, I don't break my promises…we will get through this. No running away needed."
Harry sounded so sure of that that she couldn't help but believe him then. Nodding Natalia smiled a little more surely and pulled away only to lace his hand with hers before picking up the Portkey that would drop them off at the edge of Hogsmeade.