Trial by Fire

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The walk back to her common room seemed to take twice as long as it did any other night. Maybe it was all the thoughts running through her mind weighing her down. Everything that Harry had said was true. And as much as she hated to admit it, one of the things she loved about him was that he usually right. They were comfortable. She loved him, she loved the way they were with each other, but she knew he was right when he said they would never have true passion.



As she climbed the final set of steps leading to her dorm, she felt a deep ache in her heart. Hermione knew only part of that pain was hers, the rest belonged to Draco. Before she talked with him about these new developments she had to find out more. Though Hermione had read every scrap of information she could find about Veelas something was lacking. Maybe it was the fact that something seemed to get lost in translation. None of what she had read seemed to be written by a Veela. It was all interviews transcribed into text. Or the writers could have just been idiots.



“Coconuts and Swallows.”



He looked so tired even in sleep. In the time it took her to get from the pitch to their dorm the sun had set, casting light shadows around the room. The light the fire threw didn’t make Draco look peaceful either. He must have been restless, as Hermione strode closer she could see that the throw from the back of the couch was twisted around his feet. She was sure it had started out wrapped wholly around him. Now it was just a mass of fiber at the bottom of his feet. Walking over Hermione placed her hand on Draco’s forehead. In that instant he looked peaceful.



Draco’s body knew the minute she was in the same room as him. When her skin made contact with his, it was electric. His eyes opened and before his brain could defog from it‘s troubled slumber, his body took control. One hand slid up her back to her neck, the other around her waist. They both felt that easy peaceful contentment settled over both of them.



Hermione had leaned over to kiss Draco’s forehead, she should have known better. Draco leaned up to meet her kiss and his mind screamed at his body to slow down. His hands pulled her closer, bringing her body flush against his on the couch. His lips brushed her causing her body to heat. He hadn’t meant for this to happen, he meant to give her time and space, for both of them. Her absence those weeks had shown him exactly how much he needed her. She had to be sure that he was what she wanted. Filling her head with sexual haze wasn’t going to be good for her. Or him for that matter.



Hermione hadn’t meant for this to be anything more then a grazing kiss, one of comfort. Now her body was slightly heating, her mind slowly fogging. He did this to her, to her mind body and soul. He was the only one who ever had. Who had ever put her in a different world. Harry was right, they could never do this to each other, even if she hadn’t been destined for Draco.



Never in his life had he felt so content. Here on the couch with the rest of his life held tightly in his arms. His hands were fisted in her hair, keeping her close to him. Even as he warned himself to keep things light and slow so not to scare her away, he couldn’t help but trace the outline of her lips with his tongue. Her lips parted in easy acceptance as if to welcome him home.



His hands fisted tighter in her hair, bringing her even closer to him. Her body responded to his as it was meant to. His kisses arousing her more basic instincts. Heat began to pool at her center. Her arms wrapped around his neck, finding home in his arms. This heat was like nothing she had ever felt before. Draco’s hands made their way from her hair down her sides. She shivered at his touch and he groaned as the movement of hips did nothing to calm his arousal. He grabbed her ass to still her movements, lest he embarrass them both.



Hermione didn’t battle him for control as they kissed, she let him lead. She felt like silk against him and tasted like his dreams.



In reality they were only lost in each other for a few moments. Hermione felt like she had spent hours in his arms. The heat that had started with his kiss turned into a raging inferno. Her hands, of their own accord traveled done the smooth plane of his chest, seeking something that could give her some sort of relief. As she for his belt he stiffened.



Draco had been trying desperately to keep his body in control. The second Hermione’s hand touched his belt he had no choice but to act. If he didn’t there was a great chance that he could lose everything. Now was not the time to be careless. Regrettably Draco broke the kiss. His heart broke a little when he heard her frustrated groan. He could feel her desire as if it were his own, for that’s the bond they shared.



“Hermione, we have to stop.”



“No we really don’t. Draco I feel like I’m on fire. Please? I want this, I need this.” she shifted her hips causing Draco to hiss a breath through his teeth to keep control. “I know you want me I can feel it in my heart, as well as my thigh,” she spoke coyly, as she rubbed her thigh against his hardness.



The look in her eyes almost undid him. “I know you think you want this baby, but we can’t right now. Not like this.” Draco knew she would need some relief. Her mate had caused this arousal, this wasn’t something that a cold shower could fix. To silence her upcoming protest Draco kissed her passionately. Leaning up to deepen the kiss as well as reverse their positions. Hermione blissfully thought she was about to get everything she had very recently dreamed of. As he laid across the spacious couch, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.



He knew she was only five foot five, but it felt like there were miles of leg wrapped around him. His hands reached back to grasp her calve working their way up her bare legs. Draco had never been so happy to see her in the school uniform. His hand disappeared beneath her skirt grabbing her ass and dragging her core flush against the length of his hardness. The feeling of her under him willing was almost more then he could bare.



Draco worked his way from her mouth down her throat, and back up to nibble her ear. Her body’s response told him that she was to worked up to really pay attention to where his mouth exactly was. He continued to work his way down her body to her heated core. He slid his right hand down the back of her thigh bringing it back across the top to skim a finger down the fabric separating them.



The instant that light contact was made her eyes shot open and her legs spread wider seeking more. He knew she was drenched, he could feel her wetness through the satin she wore. Draco slipped a finger underneath the wet satin to graze her clit, receiving a moan from his witch. She would always be his witch, this was just a degree of claiming her. Draco however, never saw it that way. He enjoyed sharing in her pleasure as he did shoulder some of her pain. Slipping a single finger inside her they both groaned, Hermione from sheer delight, and Draco out of desire he knew he could satisfy tonight.



“More, “ she demanded.



“Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you feel.”



“I feel heat, pressure, please…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence once he added a second finger. His thumb working her clit in time with his other digits. She was unraveling around him, he knew she would crest soon.



Draco ripped her thin panties from her body before he dipped his head to taste her. He raised her hips, the desire for more of her to overwhelming. Nuzzling her sensitive nub with his nose, she gasped. Removing his fingers awarded him a groan of disappointment, only to change into a scream. His name, she screamed his name when his tongue replaced his fingers.



“Oh… Don’t… Holy… Draco…” she spoke in tongues while his was busy.



“Do you want me to stop Hermione?”



“No! Please Draco, I want to…” Her body was already flushed with heat and arousal. This however was a blush, she was to shy to say it.



“What baby? Do you want to cum for me?” Draco began to finger her glistening pussy as he watched the emotions race across her face.



“Yes, please, Draco!”



“Do you want me to make you cum Hermione?” Draco leaned across her body to whisper in her ear, as he changed the angle he used with he fingers. “I’ll make you cum Hermione. And when I do, I’m going to watch you unravel around me, then I’m going to find out exactly how good you taste.” he nipped her ear, feeling her breath become more shallow, as he made his way slowly back down her body.



With his fingers still thrusting inside her his tongue hit her clit and she did come apart around him. He replaced his fingers with his mouth feeling her release slide down his throat. ‘God she tastes amazing’ he thought to himself. He continued to lavish attention on her clit, extending her orgasm for as long as she could stand it. Looking up at her, licking his lips, he knew he could take her right there, bind her to him. It would be less painful for her now, coming down from this high. She would hate him for it in the morning for trapping her, which is exactly how she would see it. He laid his head on her stomach, where he hoped their children would grow one day. He casually ran his hands up and down her legs, waiting for her breathing to return to normal.



“I’ve never felt like that” she spoke.



“Ever?” he asked even though he was almost sure of the answer.



“No, it always felt wrong when I was younger and tried. Like I wasn’t doing it right. Then there was the war, then there was you.” she answered dreamily.



“Was it what you wanted?”



“It was like my head exploded around my brain.”



“I aim to please.”



“You didn’t…” Hermione spoke when he shifted and she felt his hard length against her. Her brow creased and after a seconds hesitation, she reached for him. Draco shifted away from her grasp confusing her further.



“I don’t have to. Tonight wasn’t about me Hermione. It was about you. You’ve never been through this, or even seen it for that matter. You were in a state of unbelievable arousal made worse by the fact that it was me and the countdown has been started. It wasn’t going to go away, at least not painlessly.”



The fog was clearing from Hermione’s head so she asked, “Why didn’t you, well you know, go further?”



“It shouldn’t be about what I want Hermione. You’re my mate, you are part of my soul, it should be about what WE want. Together as a whole.”



“I wanted you.”



“Your body wanted me. Your heart and mind have to as well.” Draco stood up and offered his hand. Together they walked to her room. He gathered her close once they were settled on her bed.



“How do you know they didn’t? My heart and my mind?” Hermione asked over her shoulder.



“I didn’t, but I wasn’t willing to risk the rest of my life on it. If I had taken you we’d have been sealed. If you resented that in the morning I don’t know that I could have stood that feeling.”



“I think I may be falling in love with you.” Hermione blurted out unceremoniously turning in his arms to face him. “I already know I love you. I can’t help but love you. But my head keeps yelling that I don’t know you. I mean think about it we’ve almost been on a date. You don’t know my favorite color, or song or movie. And I don’t know those things about you. We should know those things about each other Draco.”



“Then we shall have to fix that, that’s all. And I resent the fact that you don’t count shopping in Diagon Alley as a date. Or Hogsmeade for that matter. I mean really at least Hogsmeade. We ate, we shopped, I bought you a present you don’t know about. I walked you to your door. I’m even pretty sure I kissed you good night.” draco felt her chuckled in his arms and kissed the top of her head, wrapping the covers around them both. “Sleep now baby.” Draco brushed her hair with his fingers gently. She drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, with Draco soon following, his heart and mind a little lighter for what she had said as well as what they had shared.