New Beginnings

Chapter 12 Confessions and Heartbreak

It took all day and most of the evening for them to finish their tour of the first floor of the manor. Draco smiled smugly to himself, ‘This was going to be a wonderful vacation. Just the two of us, there was nothing better.’ After dinner, they curled up in the ‘movie room’ that Draco created and watched a couple of DVDs before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Tinky snuck in and covered them with thick fluffy blanket and smiled.

“Master is happy with Miss Hermione. They will come home soon.” The little elf smiled at the sleeping couple and left the room.

Draco could feel Hermione’s warm body snuggled next to his. He pulled her closer to him, without opening his eyes. His hand slide under her shirt, as he rubbed her lower back; she was so soft and warm. He loved feeling her in his arms. Hermione smiled as she felt his warm embrace. This is the best way to wake up. She began to rub his side, gently. Draco placed his hand on top of hers, squeezing it gently.

“Good morning, Love.” He kissed her as she looked up at him.
“Good morning, Handsome.” Hermione smiled at the striking blonde. “We slept here all
night?”

“Looks like it?” He pulls at the blanket, “I think Tinky had something to do with it.” Hermione looked at him, puzzled.

“Why would you say that?” Draco smiled.

“The blanket, and look,” he points to the small table next to the lounging sofa. There was a try with pot of hot cocoa, two cups with saucers and chocolate chip scones. “This was always my favorite treat when I was a kid. She would sneak it to me, even when Father told all of the elves that I wasn’t to have any treats.”

“The elves and your mum spoiled you, didn’t they?”

“I don’t know if I would say ‘spoiled’, they were my port in the storm that was Lucius, so to speak.” Hermione nodded. “Would you like some hot cocoa, M’lady?”

“Yes, please, kind sir.”

They turned on the TV and watched the news while having their morning snack. It was nice to be able to relax together for the first time in a while. “So, my love, what would you like to do today?” Hermione snuggled closer to Draco and smiled up at him.

“Honestly, I’d be really happy to relax and hang out with my man.” Draco smiled.

“If that’s the case, I have an idea for the perfect day for us; come with me, my love.” He got off of the sofa and helped Hermione up. Draco wrapped his arms around her and apparated to their bedroom. He led her to the washroom and turned on the shower. Without a word, he undressed her, slowly. His hands caressing her curves as he went. Hermione sighed softly at his touch. When she was completely naked, she removed his clothes and they stepped into the shower together. The water cascaded down their bodies as they embraced. Draco lifts Hermione chin, placing his warm lips on hers. He could feel her whole body shiver as their kiss deepens. He begins to fondle her breast; she moans softly into his mouth. Hermione reached for the shower gel as she pulled away from their kiss, smiling up at him. She started with his neck and his overly sensitive ears, rubbing them, massaging them. Her hands moved down his sculpted chest and flanks, as she watched him shiver. Hermione hands grazed Draco’s hips but intentionally avoided the place he needed touched most. He groaned, impatiently. She washed each leg in turn before traveling to their apex. She started by massaging his scrotum. Draco had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. As she stood, she thorough washed his painfully erect cock, making Draco’s breathing very erratic. He captured her mouth, kissing her with hunger and desperation as he walked her backwards to the built-in shower seat. He sat her down and knelt between her legs. Draco caressed her body as he washed her, paying extra attention on her neck and breasts. He washed her legs and massaged her feet, before he moved back up her leg to her sacred softness. Draco kissed her as he pulled Hermione to the edge of the seat, allowing him better access. She rocked slowly against his fingers as their kiss deepened. He kissed along her jaw line and settled on the most sensitive spot beneath her ear. Hermione gasped, as another shiver went through her body.

“Time to go, Lover,” was all he said. The water turned off and in one fluid movement, he picked her up and stood up. Hermione could feel his erection against her pussy, it was making her heart pound; she wanted…needed him so badly. Draco laid her on their bed and looked at her with so much love and lust in his eyes. He leaned over and began to kiss and lick her chest, then her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Hermione arched her back as she ran her fingers through his hair. His kisses moved downward; he kissed her hip bones, making her giggle before he gently spread her legs and licked her pussy from bottom to top ever so slowly. Hermione almost bucked off of the bed.

“Oh Draco!! Yes!!” She was whimpering as she tried to keep his mouth on her hungry pussy. Draco looked up and smiled at her devilishly.

“Turn over for me, Love.” Hermione did as she was told and almost immediately felt him kissing the back of her neck and her shoulder. She purred as he gently ran his fingers along the sides of her breasts. He kissed down her spine; she could feel the warmth of his lips spread out throughout her whole body. When Hermione felt Draco’s lips on her bum, she giggled and hid her face but she didn’t tell him to stop, it felt too good. He gently pulled her onto her knees, her head and chest resting on the pillow. Hermione moaned and clutched the sheets as Draco spread her cheeks and ran his tongue around her tight rosebud. She whimpered as his fingers dipped into her sodden pussy. When Draco slowly pumped his fingers into her pussy as his tongue traced her rosebud again, she moaned louder as her body began to tremble. Her voice was shaky, she was so close…

“Draco, OH…OH GODS!” Her body shook uncontrollable as Draco continued to pump his fingers into her as he kissed her lower back. “OH GODS…Draco…I’m gonna…OH MY GODS!!” He felt her tighten around his fingers as she cried out; her body shaking uncontrollably. Draco felt her wetness coating his hand, his chin, and the bed. He groaned as he felt his throbbing cock demanded attention. Draco licked his fingers, savoring her taste just for a moment before entering her in one fluid movement.

A growl came from deep in Draco’s chest as he thrust into her slow and deep. “Oh baby, you feel so good…” He could feel her pussy squeezing his cock so tight. Sweat was coating both of their bodies, their moans filled the room. Hermione’s body started shake as she thrust herself against Draco’s cock harder and harder, seeking her release. All of her inhibitions had fallen away, as she grunted and moaned with each thrust.
“That’s it. Fuck me…Fuck me hard… Pound my pussy…Yes..Yes…OH GODS YES!” Her body began to shake as her pussy clenched his cock. Draco felt himself go completely feral as he slammed into Hermione.

“You like that, don’t you? You like when I fuck your pussy hard, don’t you?”

“Yes…I love it. Don’t stop…Please don’t stop…”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You… I belong to you, Draco…”

“Damn right, you do.” He smacked her hard on the bum; making her moan and thrust against him harder. “My dirty, dirty girl…” He spanked her again as his thrusts became harder.

Hermione cried out as another orgasmic wave washed over her. Draco felt himself lose control as his body began to shake. He let out a primal roar as he came deep inside of her. His muscles were locked as he tried to remember how to breathe. He could hear Hermione whimpering as her body trembled from orgasmic aftershocks, her pussy gently massaging his cock with each tremor. Slowly, Draco’s muscles started to relax; he eased forward, his body covered hers. Draco moved Hermione’s hair, exposing her neck. He placed gently kisses on the back and side of her neck making he sigh softly.
He could feel his erection growing again; he began to thrust ever so gently. Hermione gasped as she felt her orgasm building again.

“Draco…” She was holding his hand, resting her forehead on his hand. He could feel her hot tears on the back of his hand.

“Shhh, Love, I’ve got you…” He kissed her ear, cheek and neck. “I love you…” Draco kissed just below her ear and slowly sat back for only a moment. “Turn over, Hera.”
Hermione rolled onto her back and looked at him. He placed his warm hand against her cheek. She smiled at him. Draco covered her with his body as he kissed her passionately. Hermione whimpered and her tears started to fall as he entered slowly, gently. Draco looked into her eyes, wiping her tears. “Tears, Love? Why?” He kissed her tear streaked cheeks.

Hermione could hardly find the words. She looked at him with all of the love in her heart as her tears fell. He kissed her forehead. “I love you, too, Hera.” She held him tight as they made love slowly, climbing the stairway to ecstasy again. As they reached their climax together, they clung to each other, not wanting to let go.

Draco kissed Hermione’s forehead and brushed her curls out of her face. “Are you ok, Love?” She nodded, yes but her eyes said something else. “What’s wrong, my sweet?”
Hermione tried to look away but he wouldn’t let her. “What is it?”

“Overwhelmed…”

“By what?”

“This, Us, Everything…”

“Overwhelmed good, or overwhelmed bad?”

“Good, I think but mostly, just overwhelmed.”

Draco rolled on his back and pulled her close, Hermione rested her head on his chest. He kissed her head and rubbed her back. They lie in each other’s arms and dozed off for a little while.

When they woke from their nap, Draco and Hermione dressed in sweats and snuck into the kitchen to make bacon cheeseburgers with waffle fries and tossed salad. The elves weren’t very happy that Draco was cooking for himself but they didn’t try to stop him. They were happy to have him home with them for a little while. Draco and Hermione took their burgers with them to the movie room and watched TV while eating their lunch; afterwards they headed to the library. They curled up on opposite ends of the overstuffed sofa and became engrossed in their books until early in the evening. Tinky brought in Afternoon Tea for them. Around 7pm, Sampson and Gracie came into the room.
“Master, Mistress, dinner is ready. Where would you like to have dinner served this evening?”
Draco looked at Hermione, she shrugged. “We will have dinner in the emerald dining room, Sampson.”

“Very good, Master.” Hermione put down her book and looked at him.

“The emerald dining room? How many dining rooms does this place have?”

“Four. The emerald dining room is the least formal. It’s where Mum and I would eat most of the time. We would have to use one of the more formal ones when Father was home, which wasn’t much.”

Hermione nodded. He took her hand and led her to the dining room. They talked about the books they were reading while they ate dinner. Not surprising to Draco, Hermione was giddy when she saw the library. She had a small pile of books that she had already finished and a larger stack that she was hoping to finish by the end of the weekend.
When they finished dinner, they retired to the study again, curled up on the overstuffed sofa.

Hermione cleared her throat, “Draco, how was Lucius when you were growing up? I mean, you’ve made side comments but you’ve never actually said.”

Draco sighed, he knew she would ask but he hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. He ran his fingers through his hair and did his best not to fidget.

“Love, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s ok. It’s just that…I haven’t spoken about that to anyone…except for to Lucius. It’s hard.” Hermione moved closer to him, slowly; she took his hand in hers. Draco took a slow deep breath then let it out. He began to speak, his eyes fix on a point that only he could see. “When my parents met at Hogwarts, they fell in love, madly in love. Father was the perfect Slytherin, Captain of the Quidditch team, Head Boy, adored by some, feared by more. Mother was the Slytherin Princess, gracious, beautiful, always poised and completely enamored with Father. They were a couple since Fifth Year and the envy of the school. As cold and stoic as Father always appeared, his eyes used to give him away, Mother used to always say. Mother once told me how Father brought a Seventh Year Hufflepuff to tears simply by looking at him. She couldn’t believe that those were the same eyes that had looked at her with so much love.” Hermione couldn’t help but relate to that comment as she looked into Draco’s eyes. Those stormy grey eyes that were once a part of her tortured nightmares were now the focal point of all of her blissful dreams of the future.

“When they were first married, everything was very good for them; Father worked for with Grandfather, they lived here at the manor. It was nice. I was born two years after they were married, they were happy. Things changed when I was about 3 years old when Aunt Bella came back with her new husband. They started monopolizing Father’s time. They’re the ones that introduced him to that Mad Man. He went from a loving father that would read to me and play with me to…to what you and everyone else saw. Mother use to say that he became a man she didn’t know.”

Draco got up and walked over to the bar. He poured himself a glass of Fire Whiskey; drank it down. He poured himself a second drink and took a sip. He put the glass down and walked over to the fireplace; he squatted down and stared at the flames. “The beatings started when I was about 5 years old. I remember falling off of my toy broom, I broke my arm, I was crying. He walked over to me, healed my arm, then he smacked me across the face saying, ‘Quit your sniveling, Draco. You’re a Malfoy and Malfoys don’t cry.’ It only got worse from there.” Draco stepped back from the hearth and took off his shirt. He picked up his wand from the mantle and whispered something that Hermione couldn’t hear; she saw him touch his shoulders with his wand. “I’ve been hiding these for as long as I can remember. The one and only time I stood up to Lucius, questioned his beliefs regarding pureblood supremacy, serving the Dark Lord and I told him that he was a bastard for abandoning his family for a lunatic; he did this.” Draco slowly walked over to Hermione slowly and knelt next to her, laying his head in her lap. He heard her gasp as he felt her soft fingers trace the thick, dark pink scars on his shoulders and upper back. Her tears flowed freely as she touched him; her heart hurt for him; Draco tried not to jump when she touched his scars. Only one person had ever touched them, his Mum. When he started to speak his voice was very shaky and quiet. “It happened the summer before Fourth Year. Father and Mother were fighting, again; he pushed her; she had hit her head on one of the hearthstones. I lost my temper; I was trying to protecting her. I tried to draw my wand on him and…I couldn’t use magic against, I was too young. I tried to attack him, physically. I remember hearing Mother scream as I flew throw the air and my wand flew the other direction. I heard him said ‘Abscido Pulpa’ and then the pain started. He told me that he would be better off having a dead son than insolent one. The bleeding didn’t stop for 3 days; he wouldn’t let Mother call the family Healer. She did the best she could but she wasn’t a medi-witch. It took me most of the summer to recover. Mother created the charm to hide the scars so people wouldn’t know and I wouldn’t be self-conscious. It didn’t erase it from my memory but she meant well.” Hermione couldn’t speak; she merely stroked his hair and cried. Draco stroked her legs gently. “I know my scars are…disgusting…I can put the charm on again so you don’t have to see them. I don’t like to look at them either.” His voice sounded so small, so broken. He had hidden this for so long; she had to let him know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she loved all of him. He had to know that his scars may be a part of him but they didn’t change how she felt him as a person. Hermione unwrapped Draco arms from her legs. He looked at her; there was such sadness in his eyes; a deep sadness from years of hiding. Hermione doubted that he even realized the amount of psychological damage these scars had caused. She slide onto the floor with him and kissed his cheeks; they were wet with tears.

“Draco, you’re the love of my life, I want to know every part of you. I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide anything from me. If you’re more comfortable with the charm, then use it, you don’t need to use the charm because of me. You are and will always be my perfect love; I don’t care about your scars. Ok?” Draco could only nod as tears streamed down his face. This was something he had hidden his entire life, with his mother’s help. To share it with Hermione and for her to accept him fully, scars and all meant everything to him. He knew all along that she loved him but this…this was something different. This was his past, something he had never shared with anyone. Draco lifted his head and looked into Hermione’s eyes.

“Thank you,” was all he could say. He laid his head back in her lap and closed his eyes. Hermione conjured a blanket to cover him then gently stroked his hair and let him rest.

She wasn’t sure how much time had past but Hermione could tell that Draco was starting to fall asleep; she could hear his breathing change. She leaned forward, placing as chaste kiss on his cheek; he stirred slightly. Hermione draped her arms around his muscular form and apparated them to their bed. She kissed him and held him, hoping that he would sleep through the night. When he spoke, he actually startled her.

“I’m going to be a terrible father.” His voice was so quiet.

“How could you say, Love?”

“Lucius was my only example; I don’t ever want to hurt a child like that… I don’t want to hurt our child like that.” Hermione’s heart jumped, ‘our child’?

“Draco, you would never do that. You’ve learned from Lucius’ mistakes. You’re a different man…You’re not Lucius.” They were lying face to face, under the duvet. Hermione took his hand and kissed it gently.

“I don’t know any other way.” His grey eyes were bloodshot; despair was written all over his face.

“Yes, you do. Draco, look at us. If you were like Lucius was, we wouldn’t be here, we wouldn’t be in love; we wouldn’t be building a life and a home together. Do you understand what that means?” He shook his head, no. “It means that you’re not your father. You endured all of his shite, you survived and you became a better person because of it.” Hermione was trying, desperately to get Draco to see himself the way she saw him but her words were falling on deaf ears.

“Hera, I’m scared. I’m scared that I won’t know any other way. I’m scared that I will hurt our child without even knowing it. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. As much as I’ve always dreamed of having a family…having a family with you…I don’t want to risk scarring a child, physically or mentally. I can’t…I just can’t.” Hermione’s heart sank; as much as she didn’t want to admit it, having children with Draco had always been her secret wish. The wish and hope for their future was what she daydreamed and the thoughts that lulled her into peaceful slumber every night. She would never push him into it and they could still have a wonderful, blessed relationship but the idea of not having children with him; it not only broke her heart, it cut a hole in her soul that she didn’t know if it would ever mend. She touched his face gently and tried to give him a reassuring smile.

“It’s alright, Love. We have each other, that’s what’s that matters.” Hermione was crying on the inside but right now, her feelings weren’t important. Draco needed her. She pulled him into her arms and kissed his forehead. “Let’s get some sleep, Love.” Draco nodded and laid his head on Hermione’s chest. He fell asleep almost instantly. Hermione cried herself to sleep for the first time since that had been together.