A Piece of Forever
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Adult +
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Chapter Fourteen
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters but Loki and i'm so not making any money off this, although i wish i did. :)
A/N: ok, so heres when you guys are going to cheer! something bad has happened to poor Alysssa! i hope this chapter would be good, because it doesn't really have any thing really interesting, i just needed to fill in some details (i'm a detail person, i love little details!) for you guys that i hope would make the whole story better.
And yeah, i hate it when they steorotype pansy. i think she's a character worth looking further into, just like draco, although some stories do need a bitch in it and pansy is the only one in the story that fits the bill.
i'm so happy i got reviews! ahhh, i can't tell you people how much i love you!
Chapter Fourteen:
Hermione let her hands fall from his shoulders to his hips and gently urge him closer. “Draco,” she sighed, letting the sound of his name fill her bedroom.
“Here,” He answered, lifting his head from her neck, where he had been exploring.
“Draco, I want you,” she said bravely. “I always have, for such a long time.”
Draco shifted so he was above her, supporting his weight with his elbows. He smiled down at her and bowed his head, touching his forehead to hers, looking directly into her eyes. “I want you more.”
“Is that right?” She said breathlessly, as he nudged her legs apart with his knee.
“What do you think, love?” He asked, before kissing her in a way that took her breath away.
“I think that I might die if you don’t make love to me right now,” she said, grinning.
Draco chuckled and cocked his head. “Right then, I can’t let a gorgeous girl like you die, can I?” And then he reached down between their bodies and guided himself into her hot center.
Hermione whimpered at the feeling of being filled to her limits, clutching his closer as he drew back out then plunged in again, building up a rhythm that pounded in her head.
Hermione lifted her hips to meet his, with every thrust and imagined how he would explode inside her and how she would watch him come apart in her arms and think for the millionth time that she loved him.
Then all of a sudden, she was about to come. She gasped and wrapped her hands around him urgently. “Draco,” she moaned and he understood.
Just as her orgasm hit, while moaning his name and clenching her muscles around him, she traced an S on his back, because that was the only way she could say sorry.
~
Pansy rapped on Harry Potter’s door loudly. She tapped her shoes impatiently, casting a drying spell on herself and cursing as the wind blew more rain onto her.
“Hey, Potter? You in there?” she called. “Hey Pot-“ She stopped as a pretty blond woman peered through a crack in the door.
“Are you looking for Harry?” She said.
“Yes,” Pansy said. “Can I go in?”
“Yeah, sure,” the blond nodded and let her in. “Harry’s in the shower.”
“I’m Pansy Zabini, formerly Pansy Parkinson.” Pansy stuck out her hand.
“I’m Loki MacKenzie, reporter,” the blond shook it, firm and polite.
Pansy knew this woman. She was the best reporter in London and pretty well known among the media.
“Hi,” Pansy sat down, shrugging off her damp coat and drying it with a spell.
“Are you looking for Harry for any specific reason?” Loki asked curiously.
“I kind of need his help. I’m Draco Malfoy’s best friend, you see and I want to help him,” Pansy said as Harry came out, drying his hair with a towel.
“Hey, it’s you,” Harry said in surprise.
“Yeah, Potter, I know,” she said. “Parkinson. Now Zabini, though.”
“I heard,” Harry grinned. “How’s married life, Mrs. Zabini?”
“Amazing,” Pansy answered. “No regrets,” she raised her left hand and twinkled her fingers, displaying her diamond wedding band.
“So what kind of help do you want?” Harry sat down.
“I want to kill Alyssa Guinevere actually, but seeing that that’s illegal, how about try… ruin Alyssa Guinevere’s life because she ruined Draco’s?” Pansy said, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
“I see you’re pretty pissed off here, why?” Loki said, crossing her arms and studying Pansy in interest.
“Because I hate that little bitch, that’s why,” huffed Pansy and sighed. “Look, I don’t believe her little innocent story alright. The one where Draco gets drunk and sleeps with her and oh Merlin, isn’t that amazing? She gets pregnant!”
“Why?” Harry narrowed his eyes.
“One, because Draco does not get drunk!” Pansy declared. “Two, because Draco would never sleep with a woman who isn’t Hermione unless he was confounded. And three, because I know Draco and I don’t trust Alyssa Guinevere.”
“Ok, let’s take a look at your points one by one from a logical point of veiw. Now, how can Draco not get drunk, ever?” Loki asked.
“Ok, that was an exaggeration. Draco holds his liquor well, I know. I’ve seen him at it, drinking like mad man. By the end of the night, he can still write a bloody essay with no mistakes, so yeah, how can he be drunk?” Pansy said. “I know my best friend, ok? He wouldn’t sleep with Alyssa!”
“Ok, I’m going to check this out with you,” Loki said. “But we’re going to get the facts, ok? Your opinion alone isn’t going to work. We need facts, proof, evidence.”
“Then I’m going to get you your damn facts, proof and evidence,” Pansy swore. “I’m going to save Draco and no one’s going to stop me.”
~
“Tell me you’re kidding me,” Lucius hissed through gritted teeth, grabbing the medi-surgeon’s robe.
“Mr. Malfoy, please take your hands off me,” the doctor said firmly.
Lucius sneered and released him. “I said I wanted you to fix my daughter in law.”
“We did, Mr. Malfoy. We did everything we could. We fixed the cut on her head, her concussion, her cuts, but sir, the baby was already gone when she arrived.” The doctor said calmly. “She is still young, there will always be another chance.”
Lucius squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again, they blazing in anger. “Don’t you dare say that to me,” he snarled, lifting a fist.
The doctor met his gaze squarely. “I’m sorry, Mr. Malfoy.”
Lucius stared in disbelief as the doctor walked away from him. His clenched fist tightened and shook.
He trembled in fury and then he turned and punched a hole in the wall.
~
Hermione stood by the window, staring out at the raging storm. “You should go now.”
Draco sighed and finger-combed his hair. “I know.”
“Draco, please, I beg you,” Hermione said, still facing the window. “Please don’t come again. You will only make things worse.”
“Hermione, no,” Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. “You don’t mean that, you don’t.”
“Oh I do,” She said. “I’ll see you at your wedding in two weeks.”
“Hermione, please don’t,” He begged.
“Go,” she said quietly, then louder a second time. “Go!”
“Ok,” He sighed. “Bye, Hermione.”
She didn’t reply, and only remained stiff and straight by the window.
He let himself out of the room and out of the house. He walked out of the apartment building, standing alone in the rain that soaked through al his clothes.
He turned his face heaven wards, willing the rain to keep on falling, hoping that it would wake him up and this would all be just a dream.
And from the window, Hermione watched him, her palm splayed on the glass as thought she could really touch him and for a moment, she thought she could and that he was almost there.
~
Narcissa pushed open the door to Alyssa’s ward.
Alyssa was curled up on the bed, staring into the space. “Go away.”
“Alyssa, I’m begging you, please let him go,” Narcissa whispered.
Alyssa’s head snapped around to stare at Narcissa. “What do you mean?”
“Please, I’m begging with you, let my son off, let him go,” Narcissa’s voice shook with emotion.
“No!” Her shout echoed in the room. “Never! I’m going to marry Draco and you can’t stop it from happening! We were meant to be.”
“Alyssa, he will never love you,” Narcissa said quietly.
“You’re lying, of course he loves me!” Alyssa spat. “You get out! I don’t want to see you! Just because I lost the baby, that doesn’t mean the wedding is off! In fact, I’m going to make it better than it was.”
“Alyssa, don’t do this,” Narcissa wrung her hands together. “It’s not going to end the way you want it.”
“No, you’re wrong,” Alyssa hissed. “It’s going to go exactly how I want it like it always has been. Get out of my sight now, you useless piece of thing.”
Narcissa shook her head and walked out, defeated.
Why couldn’t she ever do one thing right? Why hasn’t she ever been able to make anyone proud- not her parents, not Lucius, no one single person?
She couldn’t even help her son.
~*~
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A/N: ok, so heres when you guys are going to cheer! something bad has happened to poor Alysssa! i hope this chapter would be good, because it doesn't really have any thing really interesting, i just needed to fill in some details (i'm a detail person, i love little details!) for you guys that i hope would make the whole story better.
And yeah, i hate it when they steorotype pansy. i think she's a character worth looking further into, just like draco, although some stories do need a bitch in it and pansy is the only one in the story that fits the bill.
i'm so happy i got reviews! ahhh, i can't tell you people how much i love you!
Chapter Fourteen:
Hermione let her hands fall from his shoulders to his hips and gently urge him closer. “Draco,” she sighed, letting the sound of his name fill her bedroom.
“Here,” He answered, lifting his head from her neck, where he had been exploring.
“Draco, I want you,” she said bravely. “I always have, for such a long time.”
Draco shifted so he was above her, supporting his weight with his elbows. He smiled down at her and bowed his head, touching his forehead to hers, looking directly into her eyes. “I want you more.”
“Is that right?” She said breathlessly, as he nudged her legs apart with his knee.
“What do you think, love?” He asked, before kissing her in a way that took her breath away.
“I think that I might die if you don’t make love to me right now,” she said, grinning.
Draco chuckled and cocked his head. “Right then, I can’t let a gorgeous girl like you die, can I?” And then he reached down between their bodies and guided himself into her hot center.
Hermione whimpered at the feeling of being filled to her limits, clutching his closer as he drew back out then plunged in again, building up a rhythm that pounded in her head.
Hermione lifted her hips to meet his, with every thrust and imagined how he would explode inside her and how she would watch him come apart in her arms and think for the millionth time that she loved him.
Then all of a sudden, she was about to come. She gasped and wrapped her hands around him urgently. “Draco,” she moaned and he understood.
Just as her orgasm hit, while moaning his name and clenching her muscles around him, she traced an S on his back, because that was the only way she could say sorry.
~
Pansy rapped on Harry Potter’s door loudly. She tapped her shoes impatiently, casting a drying spell on herself and cursing as the wind blew more rain onto her.
“Hey, Potter? You in there?” she called. “Hey Pot-“ She stopped as a pretty blond woman peered through a crack in the door.
“Are you looking for Harry?” She said.
“Yes,” Pansy said. “Can I go in?”
“Yeah, sure,” the blond nodded and let her in. “Harry’s in the shower.”
“I’m Pansy Zabini, formerly Pansy Parkinson.” Pansy stuck out her hand.
“I’m Loki MacKenzie, reporter,” the blond shook it, firm and polite.
Pansy knew this woman. She was the best reporter in London and pretty well known among the media.
“Hi,” Pansy sat down, shrugging off her damp coat and drying it with a spell.
“Are you looking for Harry for any specific reason?” Loki asked curiously.
“I kind of need his help. I’m Draco Malfoy’s best friend, you see and I want to help him,” Pansy said as Harry came out, drying his hair with a towel.
“Hey, it’s you,” Harry said in surprise.
“Yeah, Potter, I know,” she said. “Parkinson. Now Zabini, though.”
“I heard,” Harry grinned. “How’s married life, Mrs. Zabini?”
“Amazing,” Pansy answered. “No regrets,” she raised her left hand and twinkled her fingers, displaying her diamond wedding band.
“So what kind of help do you want?” Harry sat down.
“I want to kill Alyssa Guinevere actually, but seeing that that’s illegal, how about try… ruin Alyssa Guinevere’s life because she ruined Draco’s?” Pansy said, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
“I see you’re pretty pissed off here, why?” Loki said, crossing her arms and studying Pansy in interest.
“Because I hate that little bitch, that’s why,” huffed Pansy and sighed. “Look, I don’t believe her little innocent story alright. The one where Draco gets drunk and sleeps with her and oh Merlin, isn’t that amazing? She gets pregnant!”
“Why?” Harry narrowed his eyes.
“One, because Draco does not get drunk!” Pansy declared. “Two, because Draco would never sleep with a woman who isn’t Hermione unless he was confounded. And three, because I know Draco and I don’t trust Alyssa Guinevere.”
“Ok, let’s take a look at your points one by one from a logical point of veiw. Now, how can Draco not get drunk, ever?” Loki asked.
“Ok, that was an exaggeration. Draco holds his liquor well, I know. I’ve seen him at it, drinking like mad man. By the end of the night, he can still write a bloody essay with no mistakes, so yeah, how can he be drunk?” Pansy said. “I know my best friend, ok? He wouldn’t sleep with Alyssa!”
“Ok, I’m going to check this out with you,” Loki said. “But we’re going to get the facts, ok? Your opinion alone isn’t going to work. We need facts, proof, evidence.”
“Then I’m going to get you your damn facts, proof and evidence,” Pansy swore. “I’m going to save Draco and no one’s going to stop me.”
~
“Tell me you’re kidding me,” Lucius hissed through gritted teeth, grabbing the medi-surgeon’s robe.
“Mr. Malfoy, please take your hands off me,” the doctor said firmly.
Lucius sneered and released him. “I said I wanted you to fix my daughter in law.”
“We did, Mr. Malfoy. We did everything we could. We fixed the cut on her head, her concussion, her cuts, but sir, the baby was already gone when she arrived.” The doctor said calmly. “She is still young, there will always be another chance.”
Lucius squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again, they blazing in anger. “Don’t you dare say that to me,” he snarled, lifting a fist.
The doctor met his gaze squarely. “I’m sorry, Mr. Malfoy.”
Lucius stared in disbelief as the doctor walked away from him. His clenched fist tightened and shook.
He trembled in fury and then he turned and punched a hole in the wall.
~
Hermione stood by the window, staring out at the raging storm. “You should go now.”
Draco sighed and finger-combed his hair. “I know.”
“Draco, please, I beg you,” Hermione said, still facing the window. “Please don’t come again. You will only make things worse.”
“Hermione, no,” Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. “You don’t mean that, you don’t.”
“Oh I do,” She said. “I’ll see you at your wedding in two weeks.”
“Hermione, please don’t,” He begged.
“Go,” she said quietly, then louder a second time. “Go!”
“Ok,” He sighed. “Bye, Hermione.”
She didn’t reply, and only remained stiff and straight by the window.
He let himself out of the room and out of the house. He walked out of the apartment building, standing alone in the rain that soaked through al his clothes.
He turned his face heaven wards, willing the rain to keep on falling, hoping that it would wake him up and this would all be just a dream.
And from the window, Hermione watched him, her palm splayed on the glass as thought she could really touch him and for a moment, she thought she could and that he was almost there.
~
Narcissa pushed open the door to Alyssa’s ward.
Alyssa was curled up on the bed, staring into the space. “Go away.”
“Alyssa, I’m begging you, please let him go,” Narcissa whispered.
Alyssa’s head snapped around to stare at Narcissa. “What do you mean?”
“Please, I’m begging with you, let my son off, let him go,” Narcissa’s voice shook with emotion.
“No!” Her shout echoed in the room. “Never! I’m going to marry Draco and you can’t stop it from happening! We were meant to be.”
“Alyssa, he will never love you,” Narcissa said quietly.
“You’re lying, of course he loves me!” Alyssa spat. “You get out! I don’t want to see you! Just because I lost the baby, that doesn’t mean the wedding is off! In fact, I’m going to make it better than it was.”
“Alyssa, don’t do this,” Narcissa wrung her hands together. “It’s not going to end the way you want it.”
“No, you’re wrong,” Alyssa hissed. “It’s going to go exactly how I want it like it always has been. Get out of my sight now, you useless piece of thing.”
Narcissa shook her head and walked out, defeated.
Why couldn’t she ever do one thing right? Why hasn’t she ever been able to make anyone proud- not her parents, not Lucius, no one single person?
She couldn’t even help her son.
~*~
comments? please?
ok, i'm getting pretty sick of asking but i'm scared if i don't ask, people might forget! haha.
REVIEWS! please?