Chapter 33. Frustrated

POV Draco

He had rushed after her immediately when she bolted from the room. He hadn't known she was upset, and for that, he kicked himself.

You are supposed to be helping her! How did you not know something was wrong?

When he had reached the door, it was immediately apparent that she had warded him out. Why did she want to keep him out? Had he done something?

LUNA! She must know about the prophecy. FUCK! I shouldn't have kept it from her!

He pulled his wand out and began trying to dissolve the wards on the door. They were strong, stronger than most he had ever encountered; even more than the ones the Death Eaters used. It made him realize just how afraid she must have been while she was on the run hunting Horcruxs. He picked at the wards, unable to decipher the spell work they contained.

Merlin this witch keeps surprising me.

He'd get through one ward, only to have a new one fill its place. He paused to wipe his forehead, sweat beading on his brow. He decided to try a spot near the top when suddenly he felt the wards drop, the sounds of…

Moaning? What the—

He slammed the door open, and his heart thundered in his chest. The sight of Hermione writhing under her own touch, leg tossed over the tub, strands of curls falling loose around her face sent a rush of blood to his cock. She cried out and the sweet sound added to the strain growing in his pants. He realized they were both staring.

"I, er…" he didn't know what to say. Realizing she might be upset with him for bursting in on her, he quickly backed out of the room and shut the door behind him.

He went to rejoin the others only to find they had left. A tapping sound from the kitchen caught his attention, his owl Brax having returned with what he assumed was a letter from Luna. He was tempted to open it, but resisted, knowing she would never forgive him for that kind of invasion. The bedroom door shut, more aggressively than he hoped, and he braced himself for whatever she had to say.

"Malfoy!"

He didn't need to be connected via tether to catch how angry she was, he just wished he knew why. They had been having a good time today, he assumed, so where did it go wrong? She hit the landing, making a B-line towards him.

"Look Hermione, I'm so—"

"Don't!" she shouted, "You don't get to walk away like that, like it didn't matter!"

"Like it doesn't matter? Like what doesn't matter? What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about? I'm talking about you walking away from me when I am clearly seeking your attention! I am talking about our serious lack of intimacy and the fact that you seem to not be bothered by it!"

"NOT BOTHERED BY IT!?" He shouted, taking a step towards her, "OF COURSE I AM BOTHERED BY IT! I AM ALWAYS BOTHERED BY IT, BUT I PUSH IT ALL DOWN, BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN THROUGH A TRAUMA AND I HAVE ZERO RIGHT TO PUSH FOR ANYTHING UNTIL YOU ARE READY! BUT DON'T YOU DARE ACCUSE ME OF NOT BEING BOTHERED! DON'T YOU—don't you dare…"

She laughed sarcastically, seemingly struggling to believe him, "You have a funny way of showing that you're bothered Malfoy. I feel like I'm practically throwing myself at your feet and you just walk away!"

"I'M NOT WALKING AWAY HERMIONE! I WAS STEPPING BACK BECAUSE I THOUGHT I HAD MADE A MISTAKE PUSHING INTO THE ROOM AND FINDING YOU LIKE THAT! YOU THINK THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO IMMEDIETLY BURY MYSELF INSIDE OF YOU WHEN I SAW THAT?! HUH? I DID! I ALWAYS WANT YOU HERMIONE! I FUCKING WANT YOU AND I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT CAUSE YOU'RE NOT READY!"

"I love you too..."

"I JUST—I AM TRYING SO HARD HERMIONE, REALLY I AM BUT I JUST NEED TO—"

Wait, what? What did she say?

"What did you say?"

Say it again.

She looked at him shyly, not saying a word. It occurred to him at that moment what he had said to her, but he had been so flustered that it hadn't registered.

Say it again! Please!

"I'm, I'm sorry, it's just… you said it and I thought that… well I had been feeling it for a while too and…"

"Say it again."

"I love you."

He closed the distance between them in an instant, crashing his lips into hers. The world fell away, leaving nothing but her; her skin, soft and warm, the feeling of her lips against his, or of his fingers running through her wild curls. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, as he worked his way up the stairs.

Fuck!

Inside the room, he kicked the door shut, and gently placed Hermione on the ground. She made quick work of divesting him of his shirt, and he did the same to her. He drank in the sight of her breasts, swallowing hard as she pushed her shorts down, leaving her standing nude before him. He stepped towards her, placing his hands on her waist, guiding her backward towards the bed, never breaking eye contact. When the back of her legs made contact with the bed, he carefully lowered her down, climbing into the bed atop her. He paused, looking down at her, who showed no signs of hesitation, her eyes full of desire, but he needed to know for sure. Almost as if she could read his mind, she gave him a small nod, and it was all he needed to break his resolve.

He pressed a kiss to her mouth, then to her jaw. Inch by inch he worked his way down her body, pausing at his favorite spots. He bit playfully at her breast, and she moaned at the feeling of his teeth against her skin. He smirked and continued his journey down her body, settling himself between her thighs. He looked up at Hermione, whose eyes were pinched shut, her hands across her body.

"Hermione," he growled, "Look at me."

Her eyes slowly opened, and she lifted her head so she could see him.

"I need you to tell me you're okay."

"I…I'm okay. I promise. I'm…. I'm just nervous."

"Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

She nodded, and he placed a kiss on her left inner thigh, then her right. He paused to make sure she was still looking before he lowered his face and swiped his tongue across her clit, eliciting a gasp from her. He licked and sucked, feeling her hands run through his hair, grabbing hold as she bucked up into him. He brought his hand up, and gently inserted a finger into her, his cock twitching at the feeling.

FUCK!

He lifted his body to kiss her, swiping his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking entrance. Her mouth opened for him, and he swallowed a gasp from her as he pressed his thumb against her clit, wanting to get her off first, knowing he wouldn't last long.

"Can you take another love?" he asked, pressing his forehead against hers.

She nodded and he carefully inserted a second finger, increasing pressure with his thumb.

"Gods fuck! Draco, I'm… I'm close!" she shouted.

"That's it love, cum for me." He begged, pumping in and out of her, "Fuck you're so beautiful."

He felt her clench around his fingers as she came apart beneath him, her orgasm crashing over her. He slowed his movements as she came down from her high before gently removing his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and sucking the product of her pleasure from them.

He divested himself of the rest of his clothes before returning to his position between her legs. Her eyes were locked with his as he reached up and took his cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes before rubbing it against her entrance. The tether thrummed in his chest, as if a second heart beat alongside his own. He lifted one of her legs up over his hip to give him a better angle and pressed into her, and the tether pulled so tight he thought it would snap. A growl ripped from his throat at the warm, tight sensation that surrounded him.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last long." He shuddered, and slowly thrust further into her, stopping when he reached the hilt, giving her a moment to adjust, "You okay?"

"Yes, Draco, fuck, please." She begged and he pressed his lips to hers as he started pumping slowly, the warm comforting effect of the bond swimming through his veins.

"Merlin Hermione, you feel so good. So perfect."

The pressure was already building at the base of his spine, the tingling of his pending orgasm igniting his nerves all over; the thrum of the bond, a half beat behind his heart rate, speeding up.

"Draco," she breathed, "Draco, I… I think I'm going to…"

"That's it, Hermione, give me another. Fuck! Please!" he cried, reaching his hand down between them to rub at her clit.

"Fuck! There! Yes!"

When he felt her second orgasm roll through her, it sent Draco over the edge. The bond snapped into place, beating in sync with his heart. Everything within him felt alive and a golden light erupted from their bodies as his own orgasm coursed through him, and he spilled himself into her.

"Hermione…" he sighed and kissed her a final time before pulling out of her and collapsing beside her, "Did... the bond... did you-"

"Yes... I... I did." She panted as he pulled her into his chest.

"It felt like two hearts beating in my chest."

"We need to log it in the file tomorrow." She replied softly, as her body calmed and sleep descended upon them.

She yawned, and Draco shut off the lights with a flick of his wrist before curling up behind her.

"I love you Draco."

"Oh, fuck Hermione, I love you too. Gods, I do." He said, drifting off to sleep, their hearts beating perfectly in sync.

More than anything.