Conventions, Clubs and Caresses

If you are a sucker like me and need to grab a tissue please do so now 'cause I actually cried (only a bit) when I wrote this part. FAIR WARNING!



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CHAPTER 16



Broken out of his thoughts, the woman wrapped in his arms began moving her hips in a way that was anything but innocent.



He growled into her ear “what are doing?”



Smiling deviously before she put an innocent look on her face as she turned to face her fiance’.



“Whatever do you mean?”



“You little vixen” he thrust against her backside. “If you’re not careful I’m going to take you right here and now” he leaned down and licked along her shoulder up to the lobe of her ear, biting gently.



“Mmmm, is that a threat? Or a promise?” She wiggled against him invitingly before she found herself bent over the stone wall, overlooking the Cliffside as the waves crashed against the jagged rocks below. She felt his hands on her thighs pushing the material of her dress up around her waist, giggling when he found she was knickerless.



“Oh, you wanton little witch you” He teased her flesh with his nimble fingers before delving into her dripping heat.



“Yesss” she hissed out as she spread her legs wider to give him unrestrained access to her wanting center.



Pulling her up to his chest, his lips were sliding across her shoulder as his other hand soon found her firm breast, squeezing it as he nipped at her neck, sending sparks of desire up and down her spine. He pushed the strapless dress below her breast line exposing her to the warm summer wind as he worked her cavern into a gushing river of bliss. Her dress now lay abandoned on her waist line, exposing her upper and lower body for all to see, thrilling her with the naughtiness of it all.



“You. Are. So. Hot” he whispered in her ear as he thrust into her waiting heat with each word.



“It’s you who makes me this way” she whispered, leaning her head back on his shoulder, pushing her breasts into his hand as they pulled and pinched her hardened, sensitive nipples. Her hands now wrapped tightly behind his neck, pulling him closer.

“I’ve always been hot for you Draco, ever since I saw you back in Grimmauld Place, stroking yourself and calling my name as I watched you come.” She was panting hard now, her orgasm coming quickly as the images of the past raced across her mind.



“I knew you saw me when I found you in the hallway with ‘her’, I wanted nothing more than to ravish you that night” he halted his words when he felt her tighten around his fingers as she came, drenching his hand with her sweet nectar.



“It’s time to go home, come my love” he growled in her ear before dropping her dress back down her legs and pulled it up over her breasts.



“I’m pretty sure I just did” standing on her tip toes she pulled him in for a fierce kiss before walking back up the steps to their table.



Draco left the money, wrapped his arms around his woman and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.



~*~



Hermione stood before him in front of their bed, her eyes filled with desire and love for the man before her. Curling her finger she beckoned him closer as she sat down on the bed and spread her legs wide, pulling him into her embrace she lovingly unbuttoned his shirt kissing the glimpse of skin as it appeared before her. She pushed to shirt off his shoulder before pulling on is belt, sliding it out of its loops and laying it on the bed behind her she unbuttoned his trousers, placing soft wet kisses just above his manhood. Finally freeing him of his clothes completely she wrapped her delicate fingers around his thick, pulsing shaft giving the head sweet licks and soft kisses as she stroked up and down. Her eyes traveled up his body and met his lust filled stare just as she opened her mouth and took him in her mouth.



All she could hear and feel were his moans of pleasure and his strong hands gripping her shoulders. He whispered naughtily to her as he watched her mouth descend over and over along his throbbing flesh.

“That’s it love, take it all, your mouth is sooo good, yes, right there” his breath hitched, feeling her teeth graze the underside. She sucked greedily on his bulbous head, gripping it under the edge with a firm bite while her hand stroked him faster, harder. She could feel the wetness between her thighs increase as she sucked his smooth yet firm head with fervor wanting to make him come undone as he had for her.



She reached under him and gently caressed his sac, feeling it tighten against his body she knew he was close. Feeling a little adventurous she deep throated his length once, twice before feeling the all too familiar contractions pre empting his explosion, she stroked him faster and leaned back away from him, looking him dead in the eyes before opening her mouth and accepting his seed into her mouth, some missing its intended target and landing on her soft breasts.



“Gods” he cried out as he watched the wanton witch below him shower herself with his seed. His cock still at full mast.



“That’s it, I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk” he growled at her as he advanced on her form, lying blissfully on the bed, her hair spread out in soft waves.



She grinned up at him and playfully scooted up towards the head of the bed before turning over and getting on all fours, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a saucy wink. “Give it a go, love”



He grabbed her waist with both hands, not worried about readying her as he could see her sweet juice was running down her legs like the Nile River, he plunged into her heat with a groan, pumping furiously. Her whimpers and mewls of pleasure drove him on as he stroked his length within her silken walls.



Reaching a hand around he found her pleasure button, instantly growling, as it was rock hard. He pinched it harshly, reveling in the feeling as she bucked forward, pulling away from him as he slammed into her again and again.



Hermione couldn’t take it much longer. Every time he surged forward he hit her sweet spot pushing her closer and closer to her climax. Not wanting to give in to quickly she pulled away from him, making him growl in protest. She tried it again only to be stilled by those strong hands gripping her hips.



“Where. Do. You. Think. You’re. Going?” He thrust into her after each word, quickly feeling her walls surrounding him tighten and squeeze his own climax as he fell over the edge with her. Trying to make it last he continued to ram into her from behind until his legs could no longer hold him and he fell to the side, taking Hermione with him.



Squeeling in delight she worked her body in close to his as they lay entwined both trying to catch their breath.



“Gods, that was amazing Draco.” She whispered before falling into a deep lumber wrapped securely in her lovers’, no, fiancé’s arms.



~FLASHBACK~



A loud noise, sounding like shouting, awoke Hermione from her blissful sleep. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so peacefully. Her face broke into a crimson blush as the grin nearly split her face in half at the memories of last night. Sighing, she stretched her arms over her head, closing her eyes at the sweet, erotic image of Malfoy coming apart, her name coming across those sweet lips. Her clit twitched just at the thought of doing such forbidden things with Draco Malfoy of all people.



Another loud shout broke her out of her sweet reverie. Climbing out of bed she threw on her jeans and t shirt, pulled her hair back tight and opened the door, getting a much clearer and unobstructed earful of the shouting match going on downstairs.



She had just made it to the top of the landing when she heard a door open behind her, turning around slowly she saw the man of her thoughts enter the hallway walked towards the bathroom, shirtless. She watched the muscles in his back move with every flex she clamped her legs together trying to quench the desire wanting to pool in her knickers. His strong, hard shoulder flexed as his hand reached out to open the bathroom door. She whimpered at the thoughts of what those shoulders would look like with his hands on her hips as he pounded her into oblivion.



Just then he stopped and turned slowly, catching her eyes, a smirk upon his face. He winked at her and stepped inside the bathroom.



‘Oh Gods” did he hear me? Blushing once again she turned to make her way down the stairs only to be halted by the shrill cry of Mrs. Weasley. She ran the rest of the way downstairs and into the drawing room where she saw Mrs. Weasley on the floor, clutching her dress in her hands, tears streaming down her face, her voice broken with sobs and pleading to those around her “Nooooo, not my baby! No, no, no, no,no” she fell against the couch with her head buried in the pillows muffling her cries of despair.



Harry was sitting in an ar chair beside the fire, a stone cold look upon his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His eyes were haunted, dark orbs that showed so much pain it made Hermione clutch her stomach.

She hadn’t noticed Ginny silently sitting in the far corner, her arms wrapped around her legs, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face, her eyes focused on her mother as she watched the woman scream and cry out at those who tried to console her.



Remus looked up to see Hermione standing n the doorway, her arms wrapped securely around her waist, shielding herself from the pain she knew would come. He walked over to her and wrapped her in his arms, clutching her tightly before whispering words of sorrow in her ear.



“I’m sorry Hermione, we tried. . .we were too late, Ron’s gone” he whispered against her, holding her tightly as if knowing she would drop to the floor just as Molly had done.



Her vision blurred instantly before letting out a wail of anguish, gripping Remus to her tightly afraid her legs would collapse from under her. She couldn’t look at anyone, just seeing them made her heart hurt. She could hear Mrs. Weasley screaming into the cushions once again as another round of sobs attacked the older woman.



She couldn’t stay in here another minute, she couldn’t listen to the pain riddled sounds from her loved ones a second longer, she needed to be alone. Breaking away from Lupin she rushed up the stairs to her bedroom, stopping at the top as she stood in front of Malfoy, the look on his face already telling her he must have heard and looked at her with a mixture of sympathy and heartache before wrapping his arms around her tightly, picking her up and walking her to her room.



She allowed Malfoy to lay her on her bed before turning away from him, staring blankly at the dark grey wall in front of her face. She lye there for what felt like hours before hearing the door close with a soft click.



~*~

Hermione’s POV



She stayed in her room for the next four days, not wanting to come down to eat, rarely leaving her room except to go to the bathroom, even that was rare as since she hadn’t eaten more than a few bites that Remus had brought up to her.



The first emotions she felt were hurt and loss. Ron was her best friend. He had saved her from that blasted troll in 1st year and from that day on she knew they would be forever linked. He had protected her every day from then on. Protected her from monsters, curses and even Draco Malfoy. Her stomach turned as she remembered the way Malfoy treated her in those first few years of school.



How was she going to survive without Ron? How was she supposed to just live her life knowing Ron would never again see the daylight, never play chess with Harry again, never argue with his Mother about ridding the garden of gnomes? He was supposed to start his life now that the war was over, not give it. The world was supposed to be a better place now that the evil was gone. Instead, her world had turned dark, empty of any future as she lay in her room, staring at the ceiling the emptiness in her heart eating away at her sanity.



Once Ginny and Molly were able to talk without breaking down they made their way home, but not before Ginny had an absolute fit about Malfoy staying in this house. Hermione had not needed to leave her room to hear the threats she screamed at Malfoy only one floor below her. Since it was Crabbe & Goyle who had been found the day after they found Ron, both of them admitting to everything that happened under a large dose of Verataserum, Ginny had blamed Malfoy for her brothers death and had brazenly tried to hex him before Remus was able to stop her. Malfoy being brought up against curses from his father had effectively shielded himself and quietly apologized to Ginny for her brother’s death and explained it had nothing to do with him to no avail.



Hermione’s heart had stopped when she heard Ginny hex him. Wanting nothing more than to open her door and rush to his side, she sat silently, leaned up against her bedroom door, listening as his heavy footsteps made their way to his bedroom, the door clicking shut. She hadn’t heard any sounds from him since two days ago.



It was on the fifth morning when she awoke to a silent scream caught in her throat. She had dreamt of Ron’s death for the past four nights, this morning being the worst of them all as she was standing beside him this time as she watched him fall, unable to get to him, she was like a ghost, she could see everything but couldn’t reach out to him.



Not wanting to be alone, Hermione quickly threw on her dressing gown and crept into the hallway. Looking both ways for anyone she silently made her way to Malfoy’s door. She knocked ever so softly as to not wake anyone else, not knowing what time it was but the darkness threw her window had told her it was still too early to be up. Not receiving an answer Hermione turned the knob and poked her head inside the bedroom. It was pitch black in the room as she closed the door behind her. She tiptoed across the room to the bed, knowing approximately where it was within the room, reaching out in the darkness she found the edge and felt her way up towards the pillows, they were cold. She roamed her hands over the bed looking for the warm body that should be there and found nothing. She quickly pulled the covers back and climbed under the cold sheets, pulling them up to her chin. She curled her body into a tight ball to keep warm and lay her head down on the pillow, smelling his scent she inhaled deeply, waiting for him to return to bed, she had fallen asleep once again.



~*~

Draco’s POV



He had walked out of the bathroom at the loud wailing from downstairs. Instantly he knew what had happened after hearing Molly crying out for her ‘baby’. He never liked Weasley, but he didn’t wish him dead either. He knew Granger would be broken. Those three were inseparable. Harry, being a man, would survive this, but how would Granger? As if hearing his thoughts she woman of his desires stood directly in front of him, tears streaming down her pink cheeks. She looked so lost. He picked her up in his arms wand carried her to her room, laying her down on her bed. He wanted to reach out and console her but his hand stayed on the bed, his fingers literally itching to run through her soft hair. He sat quietly next to her wishing he knew what to do, finally deciding he just needed to let her be. Reluctantly he rose from the bed and made his way towards her door, turning around once more he looked at her small form lying helplessly alone, his heart ached for her.



The next day the news had come that they had found Ron’s killers. It turned out that those stupid dolts Crabbe & Goyle had bested Weasley in the field and two against one, they took him out.



He was attacked by the littlest Weasley in the front room, she was screaming at him actually tried to hex him, saying it was all his fault and that he had no business being here with the people who loved Ron. Draco waved off her curse, stepped up to her and told her he was sorry for her loss and that he had nothing to do with her brothers death. He made his way up to his room, slowing as he passed Hermione’s room. He wanted to see her, she hadn’t come out of her room for the past two days. He’d seen the wolf enter her room with a tray of food, so he knew she was eating, but it ripped his insides out that he couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her. All he wanted was to console her, to be there for her in her time of need. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to be the one who held her as she cried. Even if it was for the Weasle.



He made his way to his room and locked himself within it. Not wanting to see anyone else right now. He couldn’t bear to look into the older woman’s eyes after what Ginny had already done. He had grown to lie Mrs. Weasley. She didn’t take crap from anyone and he respected that. But, now, after losing her son he felt as if he was an intruder in this house. He couldn’t eat another meal made by her, another bed linen washed by her or another look that screamed ‘You killed my son’ even if she hadn’t said it out loud, he knew Ginny wasn’t the only one thinking that.



With that final thought he made a decision. He packed his bags and quietly made his way down the stairs, only hesitating when he reaching Granger’s doorway. He walked out of Grimmauld Place that night, never to return.



~*~





Shew, okay, what'dya think??

I hope that answers some questions that people had about their 'reunion' in the beginning of the story. They may have felt soemthing for each other at Grimmaul, but never had time to act on it :(



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