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Chapter 15
"Well… a few more days and the cabinet will be repaired." Hermione said as they threw the sheet back over the old artifact.
They had kept up with their daily check-ins on the cabinet, making sure that it was progressing as it should. There were just two weeks left of June and the pair would have the cabinet fully repaired by the end of the week, giving Draco a week to relax before the last day of term.
She turned her head to look at Draco who was leaning back against the table they had first had sex on. His arms were crossed over his chest and his long legs spread out before him as his chin rested on one of his hands. His eyes were glued to the cabinet and he looked deeply troubled.
"Well?" she prompted. "Aren't you glad? You'll finally have this over with!"
His eyes flickered over to her before he averted them again. "Yeah." he muttered, pushing himself off the table.
"You don't seem very glad…" she trailed off, brows furrowed in confusion. This was a huge accomplishment! It was what he had been trying to do this entire school year and now that it was finally on the verge of being repaired he had nothing to say?
He sighed, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets as he stood at his full height. "I just… I hope it's really repaired. I don't have any more time."
So that's what his sulky mood was about. The last mending spell she had tried on the cabinet had failed, so he was worried this one would too. She swallowed, beginning to doubt herself slightly.
"It will be repaired." She tried to sound confident. They had spent an entire month on this one mending spell…. If it didn't work…
No. She had done extensive research on the spell. She knew the spell like the back of her hand. It would work.
Draco didn't respond and his eyes fell back on to the cabinet. What she would do to be able to read his mind at this very moment.
She didn't know exactly why, but she had the slightest feeling that he was keeping something from her. She had no idea what and she wasn't confident enough in that feeling to question him. She was afraid he might get upset with her for questioning his intentions and she didn't want to end up with another fight with him.
It was just… the way he looked at her sometimes. She often caught him staring at her with what she swore was a guilty, doubtful expression. He was quick to put his cool, expressionless mask back in place whenever she had caught him staring, but Hermione had seen it.
Was he still feeling guilty about the years of bullying he had inflicted upon her and her friends? Was he feeling guilty that he hadn't told her he'd loved her back?
"Do you trust me?" he suddenly asked and she was pulled back to the present as she focused on his grey eyes boring into her own. Darn. She'd been staring.
"What?" she asked, slightly breathless.
"Do you trust me, Granger?" he repeated as he stared down at her.
She tried to read his face, but as usual he showed no distinguishable emotion. Did she trust him?
"Yes." she finally responded quietly.
He had made sure Blaise took her back to the castle when Hogsmeade was under attack. He hadn't told anyone about their secret affair, nor had he bragged to anyone about deflowering Harry Potter's best friend. He had taken her to the Hospital Wing when she had been injured and had been genuinely concerned with her recovery. He had opened up to her; told her about his childhood and family history. He trusted her. So yes, she trusted him too.
His expression suddenly turned cold at her answer and she was surprised. Did he want her to say no, she didn't trust him?
"I do trust you." she continued, taking a few steps forward until she stood just in front of him.
He stared down at her, raising a hand and swiping the pad of his thumb across her lower lip. "Do you ever think you're too trusting?" he asked with a bitter edge to his tone.
She frowned. "Sometimes I do. But not right now… not with you." Did he want some reassurance? Is that what this was?
He stood in front of her, that blasted unreadable expression on his face. His thumb pulled her lip down slightly before he pushed it past her lips and into her warm mouth. She felt it swipe across her tongue and she instinctively closed her mouth around the digit, sucking it in.
The other arm resting at his side twitched at the action as he watched her cheeks hollow the slightest bit as she sucked.
"You're too perfect to not ruin." he muttered so quietly she almost hadn't heard it.
He suddenly withdrew his thumb from her mouth, reaching down to take her hand and bringing it to the front of his trousers. "Take me out," he instructed softly, and she did without question.
She pulled down his trousers and boxers enough to take his hardened length out before she glanced up at him for further instructions.
"Get on your knees." he said gruffly, pressing down on her shoulder until she sank to her knees in front of him.
She swallowed nervously as her face was at level with his cock. He reached down, grasping the base of his cock in his hand and guiding the tip to her parted lips. She tentatively opened her mouth a bit wider, allowing him to push his length into her mouth.
He groaned, lifting his hand to bury itself in her curls. He gripped her hair, using his hold on it to push her further and further down his length until she felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She held back a choked cough as he withdrew back before repeating the motion.
"That's it." he muttered, pulling her head back and forth on his cock. "Take it." He quickened his pace until his cock was repeatedly hitting the back of her throat.
Her fingers dug into the backs of his knees as she tried not to gag.
"Look at me." he ordered and she opened her eyes to look up at him, trying not to let the tears escape them as he abused her mouth.
His eyes were locked on his own as he suddenly held her head still, now thrusting his hips into her mouth. She struggled to breath as he thrusted in and out, his balls hitting her chin on every pass. She felt a rush of wetness pool in her knickers as she obediently let him fuck her mouth,
Her vision began to grow blurry as spit dribbled down her chin and she began to apply pressure to his knees, silently trying to slow him down. He didn't seem to notice as he continued thrust into her mouth without abandon.
She felt a tear escape her eye at the rough repeated intrusion into her mouth and he let out a low groan as he watched his cock repeatedly disappear into her warm mouth. His hips were thrusting into her mouth at an alarming rate and he suddenly stopped, holding her face against him as he threw his head back.
She squeezed her eyes shut, gagging slightly as her nose touched his lower stomach. His cock was stuffed deep in her throat as he held her there and she felt a warm fluid shoot down her throat.
"Swallow it." he hissed and she immediately swallowed with difficulty around his length.
He withdrew a few seconds later, releasing his hold on her head and Hermione immediately fell back onto her bum as she gasped for breath. She sat at his feet, completely ruined. Her hair was a tangled mess from his hold on her, her eyes were watery and red as a result of the tears that had escaped her from his rough ministrations, her lips were swollen red and her chin was smeared with her spit.
He tucked himself back into his trousers before taking a step forward and staring down at her as she caught her breath. "Perfect." he praised as he took in her appearance.
Despite the dull ache in her throat she felt a rush of pleasure rise in her stomach at his approval. She knew he liked things to be much… rougher than other boys in their year based on what she had heard from girls like Ginny, Lavender and Parvati. And she liked it too. Maybe it was because of her constant need to gain praise and please others, but she enjoyed what he enjoyed. She loved hearing his words of praise and the way he spoke filthy words to her when he had his way with her.
Her lips ached as she gave him a small smile, wiping her chin with the sleeve of her shirt before running her fingers through her ruined curls.
He bent, wrapping his hand around her arm before pulling her up to her feet. He pulled her flush against him, raising his other hand to wipe away the few tears that had escaped her eyes.
"You drive me crazy." he muttered, bending his neck to capture her lips in a brief kiss.
He sucked her swollen bottom lip between his own and Hermione felt her knees buckled as she leaned against him. "Let's go." he said, suddenly pulling back before he led her out of the Room of Requirement.
June 30th. Draco wrote the date down on the piece of parchment before him as he sat in the Common Room a few days later.
He finally had a date to report to his Aunt Bellatrix and the Death Eaters who were going to invade Hogwarts. The last day of term. He folded up the parchment after signing it off with his initials, tucking it into his pocket to send off at the Owlery later.
He and Granger had finished off the repair of the cabinet earlier that night and he had tested it to see if it was working. When the test had ended up being a success, he felt both relieved that he no longer had to worry about mending the cabinet and distressed at the fact that in one week he would be the murderer of Albus Dumbledore. Upon discovering that the cabinet was indeed working, Granger had been jumping in joy and Draco felt something in his stomach twist at her happiness. If only she knew…
"It's done!" Hermione exclaimed, turning to face Draco with a smile so big it forced the edges of his own lips to turn upwards. "We did it! I told you I would find a way, didn't I?" she teased proudly.
Draco swallowed hard, staring at her as if he were trying to take a mental photo of her in her glee. "You did." he agreed.
Everything felt so real now. The cabinet was really repaired. He really had a way to sneak Death Eaters into the castle now. His whole world was going to turn upside down in the next week.
"You… don't seem too happy." she said, her smile slowly fading as she watched him.
He forced his usual smirk on his lips, hoping she bought it. "I am. I'm just disappointed I won't have a reason to see you every night anymore." He wasn't lying. That did disappoint him, but it definitely wasn't the reason for his lack of celebration.
She reached out to take his hand in her own, offering it a squeeze. "We still have a week left before we're heading home for the summer." she said optimistically.
He sighed before nodding, suddenly feeling drained of his energy. He didn't know how much longer he could keep his involvement with the Dark Side from her. At times he wanted to tell her everything. How he had been forced to take on the Dark Mark after his father's arrest. How the Dark Lord had given him the impossible task of killing Albus Dumbledore as further punishment. How his and his mother's lives were depending on his completion of the task. How she had changed him completely; from his mindset to his feelings.
But he couldn't. It wasn't possible. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were not meant to be. He was doing what everyone expected of him. Becoming a Death Eater, using other people's feelings to his advantage and getting what he wanted from it. Killing. It was all how his life had been written out for him long before he had even been born. And no beautiful, kind, passionate, sexy, intelligent muggleborn was going to change that.
He needed Granger if he was going to prepare himself for what was to come. He needed to feel her come undone under him, he needed to feel the warmth of her skin, he needed to feel her lips against his own. He needed to hear her tell him she loved him. She needed to hear her speak to him as if he was worth something. As if he wasn't the self-centred, cold, worthless piece of shite he thought himself to be.
So he would enjoy what they had left, and he would try not to think about the consequences of his selfish actions.
"Come here." he muttered, pulling her into a kiss.
Draco shook his head, shaking himself out of the memory from earlier that night.
"Love letters to your Gryffindor Princess?" Blaise asked, taking the seat on the couch next to him.
Draco glanced over at him with a scowl. "Shut the fuck up." he muttered, glad that the Common Room was mostly deserted so no one had heard him.
Blaise smirked, eyeing the pocket that Draco had tucked the parchment into. "What is it then?" he questioned.
"None of your fucking business." Draco muttered, running a hand over his face as he leaned back on the couch.
Blaise made to get up from the couch, clearly not interested in dealing with Draco's attitude. "Blaise." Draco stopped him, dropping his hand from his face. "Next Monday… don't leave the Slytherin Common Room after dinner." he warned, eyeing his housemate.
He didn't know if he actually considered Blaise to be a friend, but he knew that he was the closest thing to it that Draco had. He knew a handful of Death Eaters would enter Hogwarts and although Blaise was a Slytheirn, Draco did not want him to get caught in any crossfires.
Blaise eyed him for a few seconds, his gaze flickering to the concealed Dark Mark under Draco's left sleeve. He slowly sat back down. "Monday, huh?" he asked dryly. "Can I know why I'm being grounded in the Common Room?"
Draco stared at him, contemplating his answer. "No." he finally said. "Just trust me."
"Listen, mate…" Blaise began. "I know you got the mark and all of that but are you sure you want to get involved in all of that? My mother can-"
"I don't have that luxury." Draco hissed, cutting him off as he felt anger boil within him. Why the fuck was Blaise acting like he had a choice in the matter? "I warned you. If you want to save your neck then listen. If not, do whatever the fuck you want. I don't give a damn."
Blaise glared at Draco in annoyance at his tone. "Alright, alright." he muttered, sitting back on the couch as well. "I'll be a good boy and stay in. Does Hermione know?" he asked, much to Draco's irritation.
Draco averted his gaze from the fellow Slytherin, causing Blaise to let out a low whistle. "Didn't tell her, huh? I saw her at Hogsmeade when it was attacked, she probably wouldn't stay in the Gryffindor Tower even if you did tell her."
Draco nodded, miserably agreeing. Granger was too noble for her own good. If he warned her, she would never hide away in her dorm like he wanted. He hated that about her. Why couldn't she be selfish for once?
He had the next week to spend with Granger before all hell broke loose, and he planned to make the most of it. Sunday night would probably be the last time he would get to touch her, feel her, speak to her. It would be the last time she would smile at him. It would be the last time she would see anything worth loving in him.
