Chapter 5

There was so much hunger in his attack that she yelped in surprise. But she gave in. Within seconds they were all over each other, clutching each other, the tears flowing, and moans of desperation filling the room.

Hermione managed to move her mouth from under his long enough to gasp, "I hate you for throwing me away like you did!"

"I hate you for keeping the truth from me…for ten fucking years Hermione! How could you do that?"

Their mouths went back to work. Hermione's hands wear al over the buttons on his shirt. She was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. He had his hands in her hair, then up under the hem of her shirt and on her breasts. Draco groaned as soon as his palms covered her nipples. He remembered this. His heart and his body remembered this well.

"I used to love you so much," Hermione whispered.

"I loved you too."

"You were my whole life," she said.

"You were mine."

"I'm not sure I should be doing this."

"I know I shouldn't."

Draco picked her up and carried her over to bed. He threw her down and removed his shirt. "I was so fucking angry with you," he said as he pulled her shirt over her head and tore the shorts off her body.

"I hated you! I hate you still!" Hermione reached for him, her nails digging into his biceps, her poker face gone. "I was so lonely! You were the only thing I had to hold on to! Do you have any idea how lost i was? Why didn't you run after me? Why did you never look for us?"

Draco reached under her soft body and gathered her to him. He kissed her.

"I did look for you. The day you're mum died, she told me I had a son. And since then I've been looking for you."

"Why couldn't you find us?"

He kissed her again. He tried to take way the pain with that kiss, heal her, and make everything okay if only for that instant.

Hermione pulled her mouth away from his and whispered in his ear, "Please don't break my heart again. I'm so afraid."

"Never." He kissed her throat, down to her collarbone and then to the swell of her breasts.

"We're making a mistake." She gasped from the pleasure of his tongue flicking on her nipple. "This will be too hard."

"The only thing that's hard is me." He moved on top of her and let his cock nudge between her legs. She looked into his face, unsure, vulnerable and filled with desire.

I need you inside me,' she whispered. 'I'm going to die if I can't feel you inside me."

That was all he needed to hear. With a single thrust he was in deep. Immediately, the heat of the pleasure began to burn away layers of pain and uncertainty and he knew that Hermione and Aidan were his life. They'd always been. This woman was his destiny.

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Hermione lay on her side, her eyes wide open, observing the man next to her. She wanted to smiled as she watched him sleep. She wanted to be filled with a sense of well-being. She wanted to believe everything would work itself out, that she hadn't just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Slowly, she wrapped the bed sheet around her and crept to the balcony, quietly without waking Draco up.

She didn't want him to know she was awake because he'd want to talk. He'd want to know what their next step would be, questions she had no answers for. Because she herself still had questions that needed answers.

So she remained quiet and enjoyed the worry-free looking. Malfoy Manor had the most amazing garden Hermione had ever seen. She still remembered the days and nights she would spent out there in Draco's arms. A really long time ago when no one knew anything.

It was still raining, lightly leaving a glisten on everything outside. She put her hand out and let the raindrops fall on to her palm.

Absorbed in her own world, she didn't see Draco stir. He wrapped the sheet around his waist and walked up behind her, wrapping his toned arms around her body, kissing her exposed shoulder.

"Hey," he hugged her tighter, afraid to let go of what could be a dream. Hermione sank back into his warmth.

"Tell me everything," she whispered. He kissed her shoulder once more and led her to the balcony floor and sat down, placing her in between his leg so that her back was flush with his chest. She cuddled up to him and let him stroke her hair.

"Tell me how you knew about Aidan. All I know is that my mother told you but nothing makes sense."

"Your mother was one of my patients, she had been for a while. In fact she was one of my first. She told me I had a son, somewhere in Australia. I never got anymore information because she passed away."

"I thought you were a construction worker Draco. So when you walked into that cubicle, in a muggle hospital, I thought I'd die."

He laughed. "The construction site is a project I'm working on, a clinic of sorts. I'm hoping to have it open by Christmas."

Hermione nodded. "Good luck with that but you still haven't told me what you were doing in a muggle hospital?"

Draco laughed again. He could imagine the thoughts running in her mind. "It's part of being a healer. You have to be introduced to muggle medicine too. That's how I became your mothers doctor."

it was all beginning to make sense now. "Was he there when she died." Draco nodded.

"I hated him so much. Remember that time in our sixth year, when your parents had gone to Spain and I sneaked in." he nodded again, confused at what she was trying to get at.

'I told you I was missing you but that was only half of it. I came because I had to get away from him. I thought I'd be next."

"Next for what?"

Hermione let a tear roll down her cheek. "For his beatings."

Draco gawped and hugged her tighter. She put her head on his chest and let the tears fall.

"He always hated me and she always protected me. I'd always done what he wanted me to do but I never knew why he didn't love me. I was scared of coming home for holidays but I was scared of leaving her with him."

He let her cry, his arms protective around her and his heart growing more hate for the man he was treating. Minutes passed when her sobs subdued.

"Did she suffer?"

Draco nodded. "She was in pain but we made her as comfortable as possible, right till the end. He studied her face, trying to figure out what she was feeling. There was certainly something there.

"How the hell did you make it 'Mione? You were only seventeen."

"I was lucky."

"How so?"

She avoided his piercing eyes. "When I left home I just walked, to clear my head and I ended up in a park down south.' As she talked she glanced around the room, wringing her hands together. 'I met a woman there, she took me in and cared for me. We moved to Australia."

"Was she a relative?"

"No. She was much more to me than any relative I ever had."

"Go on."

"I worked part-time in a bookshop and took evening classes at the local college. She watched Aidan for me. I lived with her all this time, I changed my name so no one could find me. At that time I didn't want to be found."

"Shit Hermione, you were serious."

She still didn't look at him. "Yeah I was."

"What about me? Did you ever tell Aidan about me?"

When Hermione's gaze finally connected with his, Draco saw something that went way beyond stubbornness. "I told him I didn't know who his father was. I'm sorry but I was protecting him."

A shout of surprise escaped from Draco, then he felt a stab of hurt. "For Merlin's sake, what exactly were you trying to protect him from? His history? His family? Being loved?"

Her head snapped back as if he had slapped her. "you told me to get lost. I did. "She swallowed hard. "Is this your way of telling me you're going to sue me?"

Draco blinked in bewilderment. "Sue you for what?"

"At the construction site you mentioned that your lawyer would…"

Draco laughed, and hugged her close. "Hermione, sweetheart, no lawyer in the world could give me any satisfaction from this whole fucking mess. All I ever wanted was those ten years back that you stole, how is a lawyer going to get me that?"

Hermione lowered her gaze, her lower lip quivered. "I'm sorry Draco, I did what I had to." She looked at him, her eyes filled with guilt. He stroked her cheek with his thumb and she suddenly smiled.

Standing up, she headed to the bed, where beside it on the table was her bag. Digging through it, she returned back to him a few seconds later.

"This is the only photo I have with me but I'll promise I'll show you more.' She hesitated. 'If you want to."

He looked at her and stood up quickly. "You know I do."

She smiled at him and handed him the wallet-sized photo. The instant his eyes made contact with the image it felt like the rest of the world peeled away in layers, leaving only his soul. This kid, grinning with straight white teeth, blond hair and intelligent grey eyes. If Draco didn't know any better, he'd thing he was looking at himself twenty years ago.

"Oh God, that's really him. That's my son," Draco whispered.

"He looks so much like you, sometimes when I looked at him, I felt you were always there with me." Hermione smiled as she looked at the photo.

Draco grinned at the photo, and moved towards Hermione, placing an arm around her waist and pulling her towards him. Touching her forehead with his own, he whispered.

"I'm always going to be with you. Forever and always."

A/N: The story couldn't get anymore clearer than this. Lol! I hope it's made sense and that you're liking where it's going! If you're not getting the grip of the story or if you want to ask anything just leave me a message.

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