Where we last left of…
I growled against her plumped, bruised lips, "Mine…" she pulled closer and I knew the words rang true she was now mine. No more playing this watching from the shadows game, no more hiding fearing the worst, not anymore.
I dare to open my eyes our foreheads pressed together, her sweet unsteady, warm breath caressing my cheek. I was met with my enchantress' bemused, yet enamored honey eyes. An unsure smile tugged on my lips, and I felt complete.
"Hey there Ms. Granger" I whispered as if to be nonchalant, as if she couldn't feel my heart slamming against my chest; where her delicate palms still laid. A delicate giggle bubbled up from her full lips, a perfect tinkling sound. Her wide eyes held confusion, and laughter all in the same, this woman was an enigma, that I intend to fathom bit by gorgeous bit.
"Mr M…Malfoy…" She started clearing her throat; I could feel her hands shaking from her clear nerves. I waited not loosening my hold on her small frame; I let my right hand caress her hips, as my fingers dwell in her soft curls. "I need answers! I'm thrown on a loop here." She whispered, I could almost hear the wheels in her head turning, trying to figure how the boy…now man that had tormented her for years was now kissing her. It was going to be difficult to explain, but I do hope she listens, I do hope she lets me make her mine. I sigh softly taking one more kiss, this time a slow soft kiss, my attempt at trying to convey all I've felt for her for years, all my need, love, guilt, and sorrows all of it into one simple kiss as if to avoid words, as if the right ones didn't exist at all.
"Draco…"She moaned against my lips and couldn't help but push into the kiss just a bit longer, my name sounding like a prayer from her lips. She tilted her head, breaking the kiss, but never her gaze on me.
"Follow me? Please?" I begged softly pulling apart reluctantly, my fingers now interlaced with hers. She nodded softly, fetching her things for the nearby table, I gazed at the book once more smirking at her flushed cheeks. My tantalizing beauty you have no idea was in store for you. As if she read my mind her cheeks flushed brighter, I led us out of the quiet library getting some puzzled looks on the way out. We reached the portrait to the head's common room and I murmured the password "initium novum" the portrait swung open, and we made our way inside.
She sat in the big green armchair her eyes expectant, oh how I love those expressive eyes. Now tell her! See if she still thinks you a monster…see if she won't run… the inner working of my mind spoke to me in a sadden tone, but I shook my head I need to tell her regardless of what she says, I need her to understand.
"Hermione…" I started, looking straight into her eyes. I mustered up my courage and spoke, "Please forgive me, for being an insolent child, a spoiled brat, a cruel piece of filth and all the other names I know I deserve." I look at her bottom lip once again trapped between her teeth, her intense gaze solely on me but I keep on.
"My father drilled into me the need to be superior, as if a name were to give me the right to be anything but mortal, a rose by any other name…" I trailed of hearing her gasp; I smiled at the muggle reference knowing she would catch it. "I know it shouldn't be an excuse for my actions, but I could never express what I really felt; how I really felt about it all…Until I met you…" this is it now or never man!
"I saw so much blood magic, non-magic, half, and all in between and it's all the same … yours, mine it does not define who we are!" I felt my breath leave my body, as if I couldn't speak as fast as my heart, and my brain wanted me to speak. I felt my lungs burn, but I pressed on.
"You proved that to me, by being the smart, kind, beautiful, and powerful woman that you are!" I have to confess now, I closed my eyes, my mind is reeling with the countless pages of her diary, the tears she shed from my cruelty, the dreams she had of being owned all of it flashes behind my eyelids. "I need to confess to you, I…" Before I could finish her lips were on me, her need burning me to my core for just a split second. She pulled back and looked up at me my face a mask of shock.
"I saw you that night, reading my book…"Her voice was border line to a whisper, and I was rooted on the spot. Than why did you kiss me? Why did you let me kiss you?! My head shouted at me for answers. "I was so mortified I stayed hidden, than I saw you murmur a spell…I know you read it every night" her feverish fingers caress my cold cheek, and I can't help but to I lean against her heavenly touch.
"But…How?" my voice I a bit horse, raw with feeling. A small smile tugs at her lips, that private smile she only gives to those she cares for, and I'm beyond thrilled she's offering it to me.
"You smell of mint and sweet night air…every night as I write I indulge in the aroma that is Draco Malfoy" She admits, her voice stronger now, but still adorned with shyness. I am shell shocked; I look at her and realize she's smirking, at me! A smirk that would make the Malfoy name proud! Just than my mind is fogged by the last lines of her latest diary page…
"A-am I…am t-the dragon?" I question bewilderment coloring my voice. Please let it be me Merlin please!
"My lovely Dragon…"She whispers looking in my eyes, her shinning so much adoration, and need that I'm almost lost in her gaze. And just like that my world seems to melt, all the pieces seem to fall into place, there may be no rest for the wicked, but there is pardon for the damned.