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As I lay on the sofa, I knew it was going to end, somehow.
"Don't be regretful." He whispered.
How could I not be? He had been told to kill someone. Fair enough, he hadn't, but still…
"All was not in vain." He breathed into my ear.
We were both silent, and together. I still had my clothes on. I didn't want to go on.
I just wanted to be quiet. But he was insistent. Too insistent as he pulled at me.
"You're not the same." I stared at him.
"Of course not." He told me calmly. "You're losing concentration."
"Wha-?"
"It's the candle. It lets you see me….once. But you have to concentrate, otherwise things get mixed up."
"But is this the real you?"
He heaved his shoulders and pinched his eyes. "Do you really need to know?"
"Yes."
"No, no this isn't the real me. I'm an imitation. The real Draco right now is asleep. I'm not real."
"A fake." My voice was shaking.
He shook his head, slowly. "You have the necklace still. And the apple."
"To hell with the apple!" I shouted, ignoring the fact that none of this was real.
A cocked eyebrow. A cynical expression. I blanked him.
"Where does he live?"
"I shouldn't tell you that."
"I know you shouldn't, but since when has Draco cared for rules?" I retorted.
"True."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So where does he live? I want to see him. Now." I demanded of the Pretend Draco.
"If I don't tell me, you're going to curse me, aren't you?"
"Damn right!"
"Fine, fine. It's a house in Wiltshire…"
"Oh that's good; because I was worrying you were going to be vague about it." My tone was irritated. Ugh. It was my dream! Couldn't I control it?
"Okay! Fine."
With more precise instructions, I waved my wand and lo, a broom appeared. I wasn't the most confident flier in reality, but hey, I was dreaming so I wasn't exactly going to die or anything.
Flying against the bitter night, I was reaching for him.
"I know you're out there somewhere." I murmured, spotting a few houses.
It's too dark, I'm so cold. Where is he?
Calling Draco's name, I hear only echoes. Squinting and searching the rain I see only shadows. He had to show me his face some time, please. I needed a sign, damnit.
Fading, slowly. The broom was drifting into darkness and so was I. I had to keep on searching, but I couldn't see, couldn't think.
There's a house there. It looks perfect. Silently I arrive, he doesn't know I'm alive. You won't understand it in a dream, I muse dizzily as I cruise the windows.
If it's love then everything just burns away.
Every night, I'd been all alone. But not this night. He'd believed in what we were. Him and me. All the things he'd said. Running through my head. This wasn't even real. The dream, the dream…
There's a window, and I feel totally lost. I find myself standing there, as he sleeps. In the room. How? Who knows? I padded along and touched his sleeping face. "What?" he mumbles.
"It's me, it's Hermione."
His eyes snapped open. He shot up and pulled me towards him. "Hermione, I am so sorry for everything."
Did I trust him? He was acting like I was his friend but he was supposed to be on the other side. His hand reached towards me but I was leaning away. Why? Everything he was saying was echoing, reverberating around the room. It was an odd thing, and I didn't know whether I liked it or not. Did I even want to concentrate on Draco?
"All else is nothing. My love for you…" he whispered.
I reminisced. "They didn't understand us."
"We'll run away." He decided. I shook my head.
"They'd find us."
As he cupped my face between his hands and gazed straight into my tearful eyes, I forgot almost everything. My body tensed and my mind panicked as he pulled me closer, attacking my lips with his own. This was the best dream of my life. Or was it a nightmare? I couldn't tell.
"Draco…" I struggled.
"No…" he whispered. "Just let me remember this…this one moment."
"This can't be a dream." I whimpered helplessly. I might have compared it to a newborn baby, or a helpless kitten, but I was far too distracted.
It was like a slow poison, the way he rose up off the bed in his black underwear. Not green. It didn't make me think of snakes (Although that was clearly an innuendo begging to happen), and there was no 'Slytherin' logo, no silver, either. The poison took me and pressed me onto the bed. I struggled weakly.
"Oh, this isn't a dream, Granger." He regarded me gleefully. "The candle, remember? This is definitely real, this one moment. I am awake. You are awake. This is going to be the longest night of your night Granger, and don't you forget it."
"Do you want to know what it's like to lose control?" he hissed, and it frightened me.
"I don't want this." I trembled, attempting to convince him but we both knew I was lying.
His kiss was rough and hungry, demanding submission. I moaned and brought my knee up a little higher, pressing into his hip. Something was nagging at the back of my mind, something that I certainly should be remembering, something that made what we were doing so wrong, but I was finding it impossible to figure out just what that was. Murder? Lies? Who knew…..who cared? All I knew was this right here, right now, was unlike anything I had ever felt, even in sixth year…
"But we both know the fear is half the fun, isn't that right?" he whispered.
I shuddered, electricity running down my spine in a way that terrified me. I shouldn't want this, not after…
"We're not supposed to be together…" he bit down on my shoulder. The same old Draco, direct and not afraid of hurting me, because I'd loved it all those months ago.
"And…we could be caught…we were. But that didn't stop us, did it?" he mused vaguely, sliding his hand up my pyjama top, oh so slowly, the suspense rising up in me, a sickly, wonderful feeling.
Oh, fuck it all, I love him, I love him! I thought deliriously. His hand rested on my tummy a moment.
I cry 'more', I wanna pull you closer, closer, closer, closer…
"You wouldn't get this with Weasley, or indeed Potter."
"I-no-not…I…"
"Rendering you incoherent am I, Granger?" he laughed softly, delighted at his success.
His cool, soft hand trailed ever closer upwards. Slowly but surely, his smooth voice wrapped itself around me enticingly, suggestively.
He lets his teeth scrape over something, looking up at me. Gasping, I want to cry with joy, sighing as he kisses up my body, nuzzles against my neck.
The stimulation of his lips, hands, and even his soft moans is more than I can handle.
His skin is warm and soft; my hands take a minute to explore, to his enjoyment. Moans, shivers, and bright grey eyes tell me all that I need to know.
He lets me play for a while, like a little child I stroke here and there, as if I've never seen this before, or that…although I remember the small of his back better than anything.
"Bloody tease," He moans, kissing and nibbling on my collarbone one last time before I feel him yanking my red and white pyjama bottoms down and out of the way. With a touch of awe in his voice, he tells me I'm beautiful again. I believe him; the sincerity in his voice almost makes my voice catch.
He's breathless.
I'm almost sobbing with anticipation.
He's moaning.
I'm ready.
There are so many emotions flowing through me right now that I can hardly articulate them, much less keep them under control. I'm surprised that we don't tumble to the floor in a heap of appendages and discarded clothing. I'm surprised that he's touching me with more gentleness than the situation calls for. I'm excited that I am the sole reason why for Draco Malfoy is quivering and sighing blissfully. I'm stunned that this is my life and not a really fantastic dream. The candle…
Most of all, I'm really liking that he's the one making me shake and moan in return.
I bite his shoulder playfully. I like this. My hands clasp his back, ad I remember the first time I did that, and I want to cry again, but if I did, he'd think something was wrong, when really, everything was so, so incredibly right.
I wanted to sing a beautiful song that conveyed all my emotions. Run away if we must, 'cause you know, it's all about us…
Whimpering helplessly, I choke, "Draco, what are you doing to me?"
Remember to breathe Hermione, it's easy.
Just in and out. It's easy.
He bites down on my neck (At this point, my brain irritatingly thought of the Faggotlight saga, and I wanted to swear, how could I have imagined Edward, or even Jacob could ever compare to this wonderful person?) and slams into me. Hard.
Fingers touch my chin, lifting my face so I'm staring into his warm, glossy gray eyes.
"I can't believe I ever managed to meet someone as unique as you."
Perhaps if I was feeling a bit saner, I might have wittily remarked "Oh? Unique as in weird?" or something like that. But I wasn't in a sane state of mind. My head had turned to mush. Like I was jetlagged. My jetlag had jetlag.
I nod because it's all I can really do now.
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off me as I cry out, and he shushes me as I gasp, taking everything in.
"I…I…." I struggle to tell him.
"I know." He hushes me, pulling me close before I have to go back to Grimmauld place.
(Wo-o-o-o-ah! I've been listening to t.A.T.u none stop ALL DAY whilst talking to people and doing this, of course, supplied with Dr Pepper and whatnot. Spread the word that the sequel is out! Let all my lovely reviewers know please :D I loved writing this-let me know what ya think so far! Keep reviewing kidz, love you all. DSOTM94)