it will never happen...it can\'t

The sight in front of him crushed him. The expression on her face, numb. Traces of dried tears all over her face. She looked exhausted. Her eyes were fixated on some spot on the wall next to her. And he cursed the man that turned smart, brave, eloquent, beautiful Hermione Granger,into a half alive something that was sitting on the floor, in the corner,protected by two cold walls, eyes dead, white nightgound messed up......He closed his eyes.
\'\'Do you....do you want me to get Harry?\'\'

She looked at him. And the tears came back. It was ironic. Her tears were the only proof she was alive. And then she lighthly shook her head, biting her bottom lip.She needed the man that was standing next to her.

He aproached her slowly, causos, frightened. Lifted her up, in his arms, and down to the bed. She pulled him onto it, in the middle of it, so that he was sitting, and she kneeled in front of him, undoing his tie.

Draco wasn\'t sure where this was leading to, but was too horrified to ruin it, so he watched her, letting her do what ever she wanted. Needed. She unbuttened his shirt and then opened it, spreading her palms over his chest, leaning down to kiss his throath. Her tears were burning his already hot skin.

He closed his eyes. She slid his shirt down his back and arms, stradling his lap. He was watching her, she wasn\'t crying, but tears were rolling down her beautiful face ,almost emotionless, to her swollen lips, which she brought to him, and he could taste them, warm and salty, as she invited his tongue in her mouth.

He was terrified, for the first time in his life, not knowing what to do with a woman in his arms. God, he wanted her, more than ever, but she was so weak at this moment, and the last thing, the last thing in the world he wanted to do, was to hurt her more. In any way.

He had to ask, had to find his voice, so when she reached down to his zipper he looked at her and whispered \'\' Are you sure?\'\' .She bit her lip and touched his forehead with hers, then nodded lightly.He raised his hips, with her on them, to let her pull his pants down, and she raised hers, encircling his pulsating cock firmly, positioning it on her entrance.

Draco groaned at the contact, of her fingers around him, and her wetnnes on the tip of him. She started to lower herself, slowly, painfuly slow guiding him in. Her cheeks were still wet, he felt it when she leaned her head down with her lips barely touching his earlobe , whispering, amost, almost without sound at all...\'\'I love you,.... iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou\'\'.......with the new hot wave of her tears soaking their cheeks,as she continued to lower her pelvis on his.

He could not name all the emotions, sensations that washed over him at that moment. He did not know it was possible to feel this way. Before her. Before this moment. He placed his hands at each side of her head, and brought her mouth to a passionate kiss, thrusting slowly inside her. If someone had told him this was the last night of his life, he would be the happiest man on earth. He needed nothing more, nothing till the day he died.

He moved her head away, looking to her eyes, and whispered , still moving wrapped up in her hot, wet body, \'\' Marry me...\'\'

She closed her eyes, and his heart bounced in fear, but then a smile broke through on her teary face, and she pulled his head back to kiss him fiercly, still crying... he had to be sure. He pulled her head away and looked at her \'\' Mione, is that a yes?\'\'

She smiled, \'\'Yes\'\' then kissed him \'\'yes,yes, yes...\'\' and with that he laid her down on her back, stil inside her. Her head hung a bit from the bed, leaving her neck bared to his lips, his tongue, teeth...He had her. Now...and forever. Draco parted his torso from her, and placed his thumb on her lips, then his spread palm went down her throath, breasts, to her abdomen, and he had the perfect view of their body joining...He gasped.Clenched his teeth. Closed his eyes. This was unreal....He couldn\'t see her face, only her arched body in front of him. Could hear her moans, his name on her lips.......as he spead up the rhytm of his thrusts. As he felt his climax apraoching, his entire body ready to erupt, he leaned down to kiss her and met her eyes, halfclosed, as new tears rolled down her temples into her hair. Tears of joy. And his name on her lips. Her walls contracting around him. And he was there in a second.......

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It\'s been few days ago that she started to feel...ill. There was some company party that evening. Draco had to be there. Narcissa too. He was not to happy toleave her alone, but she assured him she would call Harry to the Manor. The truth was, she wanted to be alone. And think. Read. She didn\'t do that in a while now. She missed it. So, soon after they left her alone, Hermione came to the library, ready to relax...

\'\'It\'s good to see such smart girl using my library.\'\'

Hermione felt her blood freeze. This could not be happening. She didn\'t say a word. Just looked at the face of a man who took away everything she once had and was.

He aproached her slowly.

With no wand in her hands, she knew she didn\'t stand a chance.

She will not scream. She will not give him the pleasure.

She closed her eyes,and felt him towering above her, disgusted by the fact that his hand was at the back of her head, pulling her hair.

\'\'I can see what made him lose his mind. You definitly are his type.\'\' She clenched her teeth. \'\' very curvy. Much like...your mother.\'\'

Hermione felt tears of anger gathering inside her closed eyelids.

\'\' I wonder if you are as loud as she was?\'\' he whispered mockingly to her earlobe,and moved away a bit.

Her eyes opened and she spat at his face.
He slapped her hard across her face and she felt taste of blood inside her mouth.

So she looked at him,spitefully and spat again.

He will do whatever he wanted to do anyway. She wanted to humiliate him as much as she could. And he responded. By pushing her to the wall, and tearing her clothes of,saying \'\'Let\'s see what is it that my son enjoys so much...shall we..you must be very good, othervise he would have discarded you long time ago, like the rest of his whores...\'\'

Hermione knew it as over.

Her life was over.

She let her head fall to her chest,and Lucius thought it was a sign of surrender. But it wasn\'t. She will rather die then let him do this.

One last thought crossed her mind before she forcefuly slamed the back of her head into the wall behind...\'I\'m sorry\'....

And then everything went black.

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