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He trailed wet kisses down the soft skin of her neck as she moaned lightly. She had goose bumps all up and down her body, covered only a little by the emerald silk sheet. She decided she could get used to this, prior prejudices be damned if he would always make her feel this way. She just didn't know if everyone in her life could handle this, handle them. She definitely had no clue how to explain it to her loved ones, hell she didn't even know if she fully understood this.

"You're such a tease." She said lightly as she laughed. He moved his face as if he was going to kiss her on the lips and he let them hover just away from them. She could feel his breath on her lips, she pulled her head up to close the gap but he moved his head back equally. Always such a tease, but he knew she liked it.

"Dracooo-"She whimpered letting her head fall back swiftly against the pillow. He smirked, making the situation just more unbearable for her. It was amazing how he knew exactly what would make her want him.

"What love?" He asked trying to look at innocent as possible, which could never happen with his devilishly sexy smirk in place.

Her warm chocolate eyes were on fire in reaction to him feigning innocence; she knew he knew damn well what he was doing to her. She lifted her head so that her eyes were an inch away from his almost burning icy blue gaze, placing her lips just away from his.

He could feel her breath on his lips as she whispered, "You're. A. Tease." She drawled out.

He moved from his relaxed position lying next to her. She yelped in surprise as he moved, and pulled her face from his to lie back down on the pillow. He was now hovering over her, his face so very close to hers; his arms were placed next to her neck on either side resting on his elbows. He watched her cheeks flush a bright red, as he heard her breathe hitch in her throat. Her deep brown eyes were scanning over his chiseled alabaster chest, abdomen, and cut lines. He ran his hand gently down across her heated cheek, down her soft neck, the side of her exposed full breast, her flat stomach, her perfectly shaped hip, to finally grab her thigh firmly. He lifted it in one swift motion to better settle himself in between her legs. He ground his hard length into her heat, only separated by his boxers, and the silk sheet. At the same time he leaned down close to her ear and huskily whispered, "I thought that's what you liked about me love." He moved his lips over to lightly kiss hers, she kissed back fiercely. This caused him to grind into her again; even through the fabric he could feel her wetness. He pulled back from the kiss, "It sure seems like you do." He said as he smiled a crooked smile that made her heart beat even faster, if that was possible. He crushed his lips against hers again with an immeasurable amount of passion.

Sure she was worried about where this was headed; she didn't know how to make it work at all. Their separate social circles would react in equally volatile ways, she was sure of it. But she wasn't sure she cared, at this moment at least. Not when she was alone with him. Not when for once in her life, it seemed as if someone could be interested in her for something other than her highly logical mind. Not when his lips were soft, slightly teasing and sending chills down her spine. She wanted him; this was the first time she even let herself think it clearly. For now she had him, and that was all she needed. She felt him enter her, slowly, passionately. Her thoughts about how to deal with things would have to wait.

He knew he should feel guiltier than he did, as he was making love to her, if that much guilt was even possible to feel without pitching one's self off the astronomy tower. He felt her underneath him, fragile, soft, and warm. He wanted nothing more than to protect her at this moment. He just didn't know how to. He tried to keep his distance, which was shot to hell now. There was no way out that wouldn't hurt her, and he didn't want out. He knew he should be stronger, block out the rush of feelings he had when seeing her face, and feeling her. But when he was with her, his defenses simply weren't strong enough. He should be thinking of a lot more things than her, but it was like his mind only had one track, at this moment her didn't care. He could spend the rest of his life in this room with her. If only that was a way to handle this situation, just keep her all to himself. He wouldn't have to worry about other people. It would just be them. No war, no false pretenses to keep to the world, no more masks. He didn't need them with her.

He felt her body shake against his thrusts, and her tighten around him, as his kisses muffled the sounds of her moans. He hadn't taken his lips off of hers for one second. He would try and memorize them, so he would always remember. He felt himself release into her. He continued kissing her, still riding out his pleasure. He wished he could think of some way to save his life, his mother's life, and still keep her. He had to try.

He was suddenly crippled with excruciating pain emanating from his left forearm. He rolled over next to Hermione gripping the horrid arm through the long sleeved unbuttoned white shirt. It felt as if it was on fire getting hotter by the second.

She looked down at him in utter confusion. She was terrified. How had he gotten hurt? She looked down at his face, it was crunched up and twisted, and even through the expression of sheer pain all his features remained as exquisite as ever. He had a death grip on his left forearm. She was starting to get desperately worried about him.

"Draco!" She choked out.

He could feel her face over his; he could hear the worry in her voice. He was sacred to open his eyes and see her face expressing worry for him.

"Draco! Please say something you're scaring me." She tried to sound as calm as she could, she knew she failed as her voice shook.

He held onto her voice, he had to reassure her he was fine, even if he wasn't sure himself. He played her voice over in his head. "I'm fine." He got out barley as a whisper so as not to scream out in pain, and further hurt her. He felt her hand against his hairline brushing his hair back.

"Oh no you're not, can I do something… anything, what's wrong?" She asked desperation in her voice.

He held the image of her smiling face in his head; he felt the pain lessen; only a little, enough for him to be sure he could open his eyes to look at her. He was mustering up the strength to look at her when he felt the bed shift underneath him. He felt her soft hand against his left forearm, trying to unbutton the bottom of his sleeve.

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