Chapter 28: With the Lights off
Notes:
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Hermione's Point of View
He pushes me further up on the bed and kisses a line from my collarbone up to my ear. I feel his lips, still soft but weathered from the cold winds that have blown in from the Nordic countries. His beard unshaven for the past three weeks feels ticklish against my cheek and I shudder nervously against him. The feelings and sensations of him seem different in the dark but it is so unmistakably him against me. His smell and warmth enclose me to the bed, making the room feel smaller and safer than it has felt in the last while.
I open my mouth to speak but he covers it with his mouth, pulling at my lips with a desperation that I feel from the tips of my fingers to the end of my toes.
"Fight with me later, okay? Give me 30 minutes," he mumbles against my neck and I gulp slightly. 30 minutes. For what?
There's a bang on the door and Malfoy sighs heavily into my neck. He leans up on his arm and I feel his head turn in my hands towards the door. I stroke the back of his neck as I try to lean up but he pushes me back down.
"Malfoy come on you said you'd go straight to see-"
"Come back in half an hour!" Malfoy shouts and the sounds outside the door cut off immediately. He tucks his wand under the pillow and leans back towards me.
"Did you just silence the room?" I ask and he laughs slightly. I don't hear Harry anymore outside and I assume in a minute or two he'll figure out what Malfoy's done but it's still a little embarrassing to have Malfoy tell him to come back in 30 minutes. My cheeks flush as I try to think of a way to explain it to Harry later.
"What about…" he cuts me off, kissing me deeply again until my head gets a little hazy. Right at the temples and spreading across my forehead in waves. He pulls back then, stepping up from the bed to stand looking down at me. It's hard to make him out in this light besides just a muddled silhouette against the street light coming in through the blinds. But I hear him. The sound of him taking off his shirt and pants and leaving them there on the floor.
His hands start at my feet, holding me by my Achilles heel and moving slowly upwards until he grasps me behind my knees. He pulls me swiftly down the bed until my ass hits against his front and I gulp. He pushes my legs up still holding me behind the knees.
"Tell me to stop at any point and I'm gone okay," he says releasing my knees to show he's serious.
"Don't say it like that," I say, feeling the heat against his boxers. He chuckles easily.
"Sorry, I meant tell me to stop at any point and I'll stop, okay?" he rephrases and I nod.
"I need to hear you say it, Granger," he says, pinching behind my knees again.
"Okay," I whisper, my heart rising up to my throat as his hands come down to my pants, undoing the button. They're about two sizes too big for me anyways so he could have just pulled them down easily.
"Good girl," he says smirking and my stomach twists, my breath hitching. I feel my nipples harden. Those words.
He pauses, his hands hovering above my belly button.
"What was that?" he asks noticing my reaction to those words, and I can hear the teasing tone in his voice. I shake my head and look away from him as he continues, pulling my pants down and disregarding them onto the floor. My heart thumps painfully in my chest and in my temples. I can't feel anything but his hands running up and down my thighs. He squeezes here and there, and the sensation shoots upright between my legs, causing me to squirm.
"Have you put on weight?" he asks, gripping my tights and squeezing almost painfully causing me to yelp.
"It was hard not to. Molly cooked night and day when you were gone," I whisper.
"I'll have to thank her," he says before his mouth moves up along the inside of my thigh and I squeal, my legs automatically coming together to shield myself. He laughs in response, pushing my legs down.
"Shout as loud as you want, no one can hear you," he mumbles against my thigh, travelling upwards. I feel his teeth as he bites me softly. I laugh a little against the panic thinking that if anyone else in any other situation had said those words to me I would have feared for my life. But with Malfoy, it excites me. It feels safe here in the dark with him.
He moves up then and I feel his breath against my underwear. He puts a hand over my stomach probably in an attempt to soothe my tense breathing. He does something I don't expect them. He licks against the fabric of my underwear and I know it's soaking wet. I feel the warmth of his tongue against my underwear and the tickle of his beard against my inner thigh. He holds my legs when I start to spasm, unable to contain this feeling growing in my lower abdomen.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, kissing dangerously close. I nod feverishly.
"Words Granger," he argues teasingly.
"Yes, I trust you," I pant.
"Good girl," he whispers as he moves the fabric of my underwear to the side and I feel his warm mouth close over me. The sensation is so intense I physically don't know what to do with myself. My back arches and I try to squirm away, but his hands move behind me, cupping my ass and lifting me up towards his mouth. I grab a fist full of his hair, my entire body feeling as if I'm floating somewhere underneath a giant wave that's about to crash to shore. The letter O becomes my new favourite as I repeat it over and over again, unable to control my body or my mind.
His hands leave my ass and travel under my shirt and bra. He starts to tease my nipples with his thumb and forefinger ever so lightly to match the rhythm of his tongue and my eyes start to water.
"Draco…" I whisper pathetically unable to form even a simple sentence. In my almost catatonic state, I can tell that he likes that. The use of his name. He moans loudly into me and the sound of that low, deep moan against my folds sends me over the edge. I grip his hair so tightly in my fist I feel as if I might tear it away as I orgasm against his tongue.
When my body calms and stops spasming I can barely see as he kisses a line up my body to my lips. His are warm and wet as they move against mine.
"Did you like that?" he asks against my ear.
"Draco," I whisper again as I feel the protrusion in his boxers brushing against my most sensitive part. I shuffle down a little and rock my hips against him. The heat feels so good against me.
"Fuck Granger," he groans into my neck as he rocks against me, pressing down hard and the friction causes the feeling to build again in my lower abdomen.
With my knees and feet, I push down on the top of his boxers until I feel them slip down his legs and his cock springing free hits against me. I reach down between us but he grabs my hand, clamping them both over my head easily with one hand.
"What are you trying to do to me," he pants.
"Returning the favour," I tease, and he snorts now his breath matching the uneasy flow of mine. He crawls more up onto the bed and pulls me up with him so we're lying against the middle. His cock sits warm and wet just at my opening and I try to weasel myself down a little but he pushes down, holding me in place, his face buried in my neck.
"Tell me to stop," he pants and I shake my head against him, my cheek brushing against his beard. He lowers himself more and I feel the size of it start to enter me. He groans in my ear and I feel his tongue against my neck, sucking lightly. I sit frozen until he's all the way in, a completely new sensation. He stills against my stillness.
"Tell me to stop," he repeats again, more concerned this time. I shake my head more forcefully this time and he chuckles. I place my hands on his arms and notice they're shaking slightly. Growing more so the more I pay attention to it.
We sit like that for a beat, panting against one another while my body adjusts.
"Does it hurt?" he asks, kissing my temple. I nod slightly and I feel his arm move up above me and under the pillow. Something startles me as it pokes against my stomach and I hear him whisper something against my neck. There's a small flash in the room against my closed eyelids and then it's gone. The pain eases.
"Better?" he asks, putting his wand back up under the pillow. I pull his head up and kiss him softly and he takes this as a yes. He grabs my hip and starts to move slowly at first, gauging my reaction. I kiss him more passionately and he moves a little quicker until I pull away gasping for air against the pleasure of feeling him moving inside me.
"Oh god, Draco it's…" my voice breaks as he lifts my legs up, deepening the angle. I feel the bed shaking again and I put my hands on his arms to feel them shaking even harder this time.
"Draco," I say, pulling his face to me. "We can stop if you're weak," I pant. His hand tightens on my hip, and he grinds harder against me.
"Shush Granger, fuck," he moans against me as he captures one of my nipples in his mouth as he picks up pace again. My concern disappears and I barely notice his arms shaking anymore. I hear the sound of our bodies smacking together and I feel the sweat dripping off his chest against mine, his hot tongue swirling around my nipple.
"You're such a good girl for me," he groans against my nipple as I arch my back. His words and the feeling of his hot breath against my skin are electric.
"Draco," I moan and his mouth finds mine again.
"I know baby I'm close too," he pants. I can feel the front of my chest soaked with our sweat. Malfoy calling me baby is what brings the walls down and once he feels my body start to vibrate against him and his name being the one I shout when I orgasm he follows quickly behind.
From the corner of my eye, I can see the flickering of the light under the door as someone paces outside, waiting. Malfoy stills over me as he rides out his own orgasm and falls to the side of me with an easy laugh. I lay, my legs spread open, unable to move for a long time just trying to catch my breath. The sweat on my stomach and chest starts to run cold.
"I got to turn on the light," I say, trying to stand up from the bed. I hear his breathing low and faint on the bed. He must be asleep. My legs feel foreign as I try to put weight on them, holding the corner of the bed for support as I shuffle awkwardly towards the door, searching the wall for the light switch. The shadow under the door still paces back and forth.
"I can't find the light," I groan my hand moving and swiping over the wall nervously. My nail hits it and I flick it on, a feeling of simplicity washes over me. A tension that had been in my body for the last 2 years feels lifted for a little bit. I almost feel lighter regardless of the trivial pain between my legs.
The feeling lasts but one heartbeat before it's gone. Sucked back into a different world where those feelings of comfort and joy are allowed to exist.
I look down at the floor and see the bloody footprints between the bed and the door. I lift my heel and see the bottom of my feet covered in blood along with my thighs. Long lines of blood running down. I lift up my shirt to see the sweat. But it was never sweat. It was blood covering my entire chest. I run frantically to the bed, my eyes still adjusting to the light in the room. I jump on the bed and pull the blanket away to finally see him properly in the light.
"Malfoy!" I shout, shaking his shoulders but his eyes remain closed. His face alight with sweat and blood, balmy in the white florescent light. My hands tremble as they move down his body, pale white in the parts that aren't covered in wounds. Wounds that have been bleeding this entire time. Some are deep, fresh, and new. Some are older ones that were in the process of healing that have reopened. I think of the shaking in the bed, his arms how they shook with weakness.
"Malfoy!" I scream, frenzied this time, trying to pull his eyes open. His arm spasms a little and I listen closely to his chest to make sure he's breathing. His right arm is bandaged badly, and it's been a while since the bandage has been changed. I pull it off, unwrapping it from the wound that's causing the most blood. Under it, I find an indent in his forearm. Deep and hollow where a huge chunk of flesh has been removed. The part of his arm where his dark mark has once been. Now forcefully removed.
He leans up unexpectedly and pushes me out of the way as he vomits copiously over the side of the bed. His face is clammy and pale as he slips slowly down the side. I try desperately to pull him back up but he's too heavy. I use all my weight to make sure he hits the floor gently and as painlessly as possible. Surely bruising myself in the process.
He continues to cough, his chest jerking horribly each time. My hand shakes wildly on his chest as I try to soothe him.
"Sssh, I'm going to get help, okay?" I say as his eyes flutter close again. I lurch up from him lying completely naked on the floor, covered in blood. I move towards the bedroom door, slipping on the blood. My knee cracks hard against the wooden floor and I can't straighten it to stand. I move on my knees, ripping the door open.
"Please," I moan as Harry pushes into the room. He takes in the scene and moves towards Malfoy. His shoes squeaking in the blood.
"Hermione, what the fuck?" he gasps, pulling Malfoy up from the floor.
"Ron!" Harry yells, his voice echoing around the old walls of 12 Grimmauld Place.
"I didn't know. He didn't say anything, Harry. I didn't know until I turned on the light. I didn't know anything was wrong," I cry, clutching my pounding knee to my chest. Harry looks between the bed and the floor and me, piecing the situation together.
"Fuck I told him when we got here he had to go and see Tonks but he wouldn't listen to me," Harry says and Ron comes into the room. Halting by the door.
"Grab his other arm," Harry orders. I don't look at Ron as he looks around the room and pauses staring at Malfoy naked on the floor, completely passed out.
"RON! Now! We have to take him upstairs to see Tonks. She's the only one who has any medal training until someone from St Mungos can come in the morning," Harry states. They pull up his boxers before lifting his lifeless form out of the room. I hear Ginny's startled voice in the hallway.
"Where is she?" she calls as she comes into the room. Her eyes search anxiously before she finds me in a heap on the ground beside the door.
"Hermione! Oh my God! What happened?" she asks, pulling me towards her. I whine against the pain in my knee.
"He didn't say anything Ginny," I cry, leaning my head against her chest. "He never said he was hurt and I made him keep going and he was in so much pain and I didn't know," I babble, wiping my eyes furiously with my t-shirt.
I try to stand, my legs weak and my knee throbbing.
"I have to go with them. I have to make sure he's okay. it's my fault!" I whine. Ginny helps me towards the bed and I lean against it, taking the pressure off my knee.
"That's a lot of blood," she says, pulling back the bed sheet.
"It was dark and I…."
"Hermione Sssh, you're having a panic attack, okay? Come here," she says, pulling me into a hug. I sob against her shoulder.
"Harry will take care of it, okay? Don't worry. Everything is going to be okay. Tonks has stitched me up before countless times. He's going to be fine, okay?" she says soothingly, rubbing my head as my mother used to.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I need my mother. I want her to walk in the door and tell me she's going to take me away somewhere. Somewhere far away, where she and dad are living amongst the muggles and things like this don't happen. Somewhere where Malfoy can come too, and nobody knows us. He's no longer the heir to the Malfoy family and I'm not the Mudblood best friend of Harry Potter.
For the first time in a long time, I want to leave. I want to go away from here, from London and from England. From the places and people that could hurt us. From the wizarding world.
From Harry.
I want to go.