FOREVER FANTASY

Chapter Nineteen: The Recovery

Draco looked over his shoulder to look directly in Harry’s eyes in challenge. “Yes, I do. I have loved her probably since she first kissed me on the train platform.”

There was a movement on the bed where a voice croaked. “It’s about time,” Hermione said as she slowly woke up.

Draco looked down to see Hermione’s eyes open and looking at him. Harry and Ginny rushed to the side of the bed with tears of relief running down their faces. “Hermione, am I ever glad to hear your voice and to see your eyes open,” Harry said.

“Water, can I have some water please?” She asked faintly.

Draco rushed to the bedside table and poured her some water, adding a straw. He held it to Hermione’s mouth as she took a sip. She tried to raise her head and shoulders when spasms of pain went down her body. She winced through tears of pain, “God, that hurts,” she said as she buried her face in her hands.

Ginny ran to get Madame Pomfrey as Harry went to find the others. Harry burst through the Great Hall door where Blaise and Ron were playing wizards chess, while Lavender sat watching them. “She’s awake. She’s awake, come on!” Harry said excitedly. They all got up to follow Harry back to the infirmary.

Madame Pomfrey was just giving Hermione a sip of a pain relievant potion as four pairs of rushing feet came to the bedside. Draco helped her lay on her side, then linked his fingers through hers.

“Hermione, are you okay? How do you feel?” Ron asked.

Hermione gave a weak smile. “I have been better. It hurts like hell though. Madame Pomfrey told me some of the things that they were able to heal. It’s no wonder I feel like shit.”

“We’ve been awfully worried,” Ginny said.

Hermione looked around. “It was Pansy you know. I was walking back from potions class when I felt this cloth cover my mouth and nose. The next thing I knew, I was chained up . . . ”

“It’s okay ‘Mione, you don’t have to talk about it right now,” Draco said, squeezing her hand.

Hermione squeezed back. “It’s okay. I’ll have to deal with it sooner or later anyway. What happened to them?”

Ron and Harry looked at each other. “Pansy and Millicent had left the whip in the room which Dumbledore was able to reveal what happened in front of the officials from the Ministry. They were taken away to await trial, then prison,” Harry said.

Draco looked up at the clock. “Time for the next treatment. Harry, I’ll need your help.”

Hermione looked at them, clearly showing puzzlement. Draco smiled, the first in quite awhile. “We are going to levitate you to better apply the gel to your cuts.”

Hermione felt herself being lifted in the air, then turned to face up. “This feels so weird,” she laughed.

She looked down at herself with the two strips of cloth across her breast and hips. She saw the gashes across her skin, then looked away with tears running down her cheeks. Draco leaned over her and wiped the tears away. “This gel is healing these cuts, eventually there will be no marks or scars to see. They have been getting smaller every day.”

Draco gently applied the gel. For Hermione it felt pleasantly cool, and could actually feel it seepening into her skin, drawing it tight. Harry then turned her over in the air to gently place her face down on the bed. Hermione felt the draft on her back as Draco applied the gel along her back and legs. The soothing feel of his hands, and the feel of the gel soon had her drifting off to sleep.

Harry quietly left the room while Draco crawled on the bed beside her, where Hermione seemed to know that he was there and put her head on his chest, with her arm around his waist. Draco kissed the top of her head then drifted off to asleep with her.

When Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey came into the room, they stopped short. “Albus, do you think that’s wise, him on the bed with her like that?” Pomfrey asked.

Dumbledore smiled. “We’ll leave them, it’s probably the first good sleep the both of them have had in awhile. We’ll wake them when the next treatment comes up,” he said as they quietly left the room and sealed the door shut where they wouldn’t be disturbed.



The next couple of weeks Hermione’s body was clear of any evidence that the torture took place, although still a bit stiff from the inactivity for so long. She started going to classes again where no one would let her lift a finger, or strain herself in any way. She eventually started swimming and gradually strengthening herself again with the help of Draco. If she woke up from a nightmare screaming into the night, Draco was there to comfort her. The nightmares slowly were receding into the back of her mind, and she started to feel confident about herself again.

One night, Draco was waiting for her on their couch while she was getting ready for bed. He heard her clear her throat and looked up. She was standing there wearing the fuchsia gown without the robe. Her creamy skin glowing in the firelight.

Draco’s mouth went dry as she slowly walked over to him. “Tell me again what you said to Harry, right when I woke up Draco,” She said as she sat beside him and put her hand on his bare chest.

Draco looked into her eyes. “I loved you since the first day you kissed me on the platform.” He leaned into her, pressing her into the couch. “I love you Hermione Granger, I think about you, I dream about you, I fantasize about you.”

Draco then kissed the tip of her nose, then moved down to kiss the corner of her mouth. Hermione reached up to graze her fingers across his cheek, then to the back of his neck to pull him closer. He brushed his tongue across her top and bottom lip, then probed his tongue into her mouth where it swirled around hers. They deepened the kiss, Hermione moaning low in her throat as the heat built up between them. She reached down to place her hand over his erection, which twitched at her touch. Draco pushed his hips forward into her hand more, while she rubbed up and down the length. He lay his hand onto her cheek where he rubbed his thumb along the smoothness of her skin, then slowly skimmed down her neck, to then slip his hand under the deep cut of the gown to cup her breast. Hermione arched her back as he drew the pebbled nipple in between his forefinger and thumb, moaning as she dug her head back deeper into the cushions. He leaned in to kiss the side of her neck, leaving a wet trail from his kisses. He licked his way down between her breasts, then drew her nipple into his mouth through the silk of the gown. Hermione grasps Draco’s head, her fingers going through his hair drawing his head closer.

Draco sat up and looked down at the woman he loved, her eyes filled with passion. He stood up, then pulled her up against him. He looked into her eyes as his hand glided over her shoulders, slowly slipping the straps of the gown off her silky skin. The gown slid down to pool around her feet, then was pushed to the side.

Hermione closed the distance between them and put her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Her lips pulled away from the kiss, to kiss along his jaw, then down his neck, then further down to his chest. She kissed around his nipples, then flicked her tongue across them one at a time, drawing them into her mouth. Draco gave a low moan in response and slid his hands into the silkiness of her hair, keeping her there. She eased her hands into the pajama bottoms and slowly slid them off his hips as she licked her way down to his navel where her tongue darted in, making his abdominal muscles twitch in response. She kissed his hip as the pajama bottoms slid down his legs.

She wrapped her fingers around his length, slowly pumping her hand up and down the shaft, her other hand cupping his sac. She leaned over to lick the pre-cum off the head of his erection, where it jumped up to meet her tongue. She licked down the hard length, then swirled her tongue around his balls, taking each one in turn into her mouth, as her hand pumped his cock. Her wet, warm lips moved up his length to lick the leaking head before slowly wrapping her lips around him. Draco’s body grew tense as he restrained himself from his own release. He moaned then moved his hips forward where Hermione took him deeper into her mouth, slowly withdrawing, then to come back down, her nose nuzzling the blonde pubic hair.

Draco drew his hips back, then pulled her up to kiss her passionately. He picked her up and gently placed her on the couch. His lips caressed her body, leaving a wet trail along her breasts, then nibbled and suckled the nipples to hardened peaks. His hand caressed her stomach where it lightly skimmed down to the apex of her thighs. He ran a finger along her swollen lips, the wetness making her slick and ready for him. He dragged his finger up to graze her clit, then moved back down, sliding his finger inside of her. Hermione spread her legs wider and lifted her hips, silently begging for more. He slid his finger out to slowly massage her clit, then slid down again to insert two fingers where he slowly went in and out, her juices flowing over his fingers.

He went down and knelt between her legs, then leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her swollen clit, moaning at the first taste of her on his lips. His tongue trailed lightly along her velvety softness, over and over again, pressing down harder after each sweep, savouring the taste of her. He avoided her clit, teasing the area around it with his probing tongue. He began to flick his tongue against the hardened clit, then back off when he felt her body tense.

“Please,” she huskily begged, her breathing becoming more ragged. Draco began to flick his tongue against her clit faster, sucking the swollen nub into his mouth, as his fingers were going in and out of her wet heat. She cried out as her orgasm waved over her, her walls pulsating around his fingers.

He moved up until he was fully above her, the tip of his erection teasing her entrance. Hermione caressed his face with her fingertips, and looked up at him. “I love you,” she breathlessly said.

“I love you too,” he softly replied as he slowly inched his way into her welcoming warmth. He slowly thrust in, then withdrew, her hands gliding over his back and hips, as he continued to slowly thrust into her. Draco’s body was glistening with sweat from holding back his release. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him into her.

He began to move faster inside of her, her nails scraping down his back, as she met him thrust for thrust, until she was soon in the midst of another orgasm. His mouth found hers and kissed her hard as he erupted deep inside of her.

Draco kissed her neck as his racing heart slowed to a steady beat, then raised himself to look into her eyes. “Hermione, you are in my heart and forever in my fantasies. I love you,” he softly said.

“I love you too,” she hoarsely said, tears of happiness falling from her eyes.

He silently licked the tears away, laying gentle kisses on her cheeks as he slowly withdrew from her, and lay at her side. He pulled the blanket over them and gathered her close in his arms, where they snuggled in and soon succumbed into their dreams.


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(re-edited Nov. 5/05)