Chapter 15
The sun rose through the window. Hermione smiled as the first rays beamed against her ring. Draco snored softly in her ear. Hermione slowly lifted his arm. He pushed it down, tightening it around her again.
"Drake, I have to pee."
He hesitated.
"Sorry."
Draco held his breath as she hurried on towards the bathroom. He watched her disappear behind the door. She'll be back. He tried to calm his heart down. She's only peeing. He finally released a breath when she reappeared. She climbed back into bed and into his arms. He wrapped them around her again. Pulling her close to him. Her scent filled him, slowing his heart beat.
"Marry me."
She giggled, "Why? I already have the ring." She held her hand up. "I bet it's worth a fortune. I wonder how much I could- hey-"
He flipped her over and kissed her.
"Trying to pawn my heart?"
She stroked his cheek, smirking. "I told you it would fetch a hefty price."
He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the ring. "I spent my entire life savings on it. I earned every galleon, myself."
Her eyes teared up, "Drake..."
He shook his head. "I bought it the week before...before you left."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
He kissed her tears. "Because I loved you. Because I didn't want you to worry."
She buried her face in his chest. "I didn't care about the money. I would have married you, even if you had nothing."
He lifted his head. "I know...but I wanted to give you everything." Draco kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.
She turned away. "Did your parents really hate me?"
Draco kissed her neck. "No."
"But you said-, oh oh,"
He teased her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
"I said they would disown me. I didn't say it was because of you."
She couldn't breath. "What? Oh oh. Why?"
His fingers were inside her. Slowly, he stroked her. "You know the kind of man I was before you. The reputation I had. They couldn't trust me."
She was pushing against him. Gods, he felt so good. "It wasn't me."
She was so wet. He loved how responsive she was to his touch. If he just moved a little this way-
"Drake! Oh Gods. Please."
"It was never you. You were perfect. You are perfect." He added another finger, stretching her wider. "You're perfect Mia."
She let him explore her. Careful and firm fingers invaded her, over and over. It was agonizing how slow and shallow his thrusts were. She couldn't take much more.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him to her; kissing him. He parted her legs and slipped inside her. He was careful, knowing she was still sore. She was so tight, her walls puffy from his pounding. It took all his strength to keep the slow speed and shallow thrusts going. He wanted to fuck her as fast as he could, as deep as he could. He wanted to ruin her for anyone else.
"Does it hurt?
She hissed, "Yes."
"Do you want me to stop?" He knew he couldn't. Just the thought that he had caused this new feeling was almost too much. Yes he'd fucked her into submission. Fucked her so hard that her walls resisted him.
"Never."
"Tell me how to-"
"Gods Drake. Fuck me. Just fuck me."
He picked up his speed, breaking through her. She screamed as he ravished her, but it only made him push harder and deeper. Sleep beckoned him as his final release spilled into her.
He wrapped his arm around her again, pulling her to him. "Mine."
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It was dark when Draco stirred. Had he slept through another day? He reached for her. His hands roamed the spot where she laid. It was cold.
"Mia?"
He opened his eyes. He was alone. Panic set in.
"Mia?"
He got up and ran towards the bathroom.
"Mia?"
He ran into every bedroom.
"Mia?"
He checked the kitchen and the dining room.
"Mia!"
Draco waved his wand, dispursing a location spell. She wasn't here. She wasn't in the Manor.
"Mia!"
/
He didn't look for her after that day. No. He knew better. If she wanted to disappear, he wouldn't find her. No one would.
Draco went back to his life. He went back to surviving. She would come back when she was ready. He knew she would...because that was all that mattered. It didn't matter how much they hurt each other or how much time passed; it would always come back to this. They would always come back to each other. They belonged together.
He returned to his company and running a business.
He returned to Sapna and the wedding. He had a promise to keep.
But every night he saw his Mia. Every night he held her.
Every spare moment, his thoughts would linger to her. Her lips, her eyes; the fire.
He pushed himself hard, making a life for them. Making a life for her to come back to.
She would come back. No one could tell him differently.