Chance Around

Chance Around
Part II

Draco remembered everything that he had shared with Hermoine. Every embrace, kiss, and caress. Every slap, argument, and derogatory insult. All of it rushed through him, burning his heart and his loins. Yes, 7th year had been the most lucid year of his life…

…she smiled softly, kissing him gently as she gathered her books and papers. “Goodnight, Draco.” She ran her fingers through his un-gelled hair, causing shivers to dance down his spine.
He took the offending hand in his own and brought it to his lips. “Stay a little longer?” inwardly he cringed, taking note of how he sounded like a foolish beggar. His hands dropped to her waist, pulling her against him. He reveled in the feel of her warmth on his. He couldn’t get enough of her; she was an intoxicating wine.
Her hands found his white-blond mane once more, and her delightful fingers massaged his scalp soothingly. Hermoine found herself feeling both maternal and romantic towards Draco at the same time. She wanted to protect him, nurture him, and love him. Yet… she wanted to kiss him, touch him, and lust for him… It was driving her mad.
She seated herself in his lap, bringing them face to face. She looked at him tenderly stroking his soft tresses. “Draco, it’s late, I can’t stay forever…”
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her neck, showering it with kisses. “Sleep in my bed tonight?” God, he wanted to be with her so badly. The well-rounded, proper Draco Malfoy insif hif him screamed for him not to sully himself with a mud-blood. His proper self knew that nothing could come of this relationship, that they were star-crossed lovers. But he didn’t care. He loved her. He needed her. She completed him. He beenbeen so empty and alone before and Hermoine had come into his life and filled it with joy, passion and romance.
“My bed is only across the common room.” She protested softly, pointing in the general direction of her dormitory. Sleep in Draco’s bed? How… irresponsible! It was not something the Head Boy and Head Girl should take part in. They were the example for how every Hogwarts student should be! And yet…
She found that she wanted to. The Hermione whom was studious, intelligent, and responsible had never truly lived a day of her life. The Hermoine whom loved Draco so dearly had only begun to thrive.
“I understand…” Draco couldn’t keep the disappointment from his voice. He wanted to be with her so badly. God help him, he loved everything about Hermoine. Her intelligence, her temper, her beauty. Everything.
Hermoine pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. She threw her arms around him and dove into his embrace. A soft moan escaped from Draco’s throat as he felt himself become erect. The desire to take Hermoine right here and now was overpowering all of his senses.
She pulled from the embrace and touched his lips gently. “Let me prepare for bed and then I’ll join you.” She murmured softly, her voice sultry. And before he could do anything, she walked off towards their shared bathroom.
Draco, who had prepared for bed before they had begun their studying, watched her retreating form lustfully. He only hardened more in the anticipation of what was to come. He collected his books and papers, leaving them on his desk to get the next morning before his classes.
Hermoine’s soft, warm skin was the only thing on his mind at the moment. He could not even conceive of anything besides her gentle touches and velvety whispers. He quickly undressed and lay upon his bed, propped up against his pillows.
The few minutes it took for her to come to him seemed like years. And when she appeared before him, shyly dressed in a nightgown, she took his breath away. Draco beckoned for her to come ts sis side and she obeyed.
“I…” she began shyly, taking in his nude form, a hesitant hand reaching out to touch his chest. In the muted glow of his lamp she could see every inch of alabaster skin. Every muscle, every curve… Merlin, he was beautiful. And devilishly handsome. She admired his carved, aristocratic features and found herself mesmerized by him.
“Shhh.” Draco murmured softly, pulling her into his lap. Hermoine gasped softly in surprise and draped her arms loosely about Draco’s shoulders for support. “You’re beautiful.” Draco whispered huskily, hands roaming over her curves.
Hermoine blushed softly, raking her thin fingers through his mane. “You are too.” she stammered, leaning in for a kiss. Draco obliged, rolling them both so he was above her. Hermoine instinctually wrapped her legs around Draco’s trim waist, her hands resting upon his broad shoulders. “Oh, Draco…”
“Hermoine.” They engaged themselves in a sweet, loving kiss, and somehow, during that kiss, Draco managed to unclasp every single one of Hermoine’s buttons. She shivered as her nightgown fell away from her shoulders and the air hit her delicate skin.
She could feel Draco’s length pressing against her thigh and it flooded her womb with heat. Hermoine shivered once more, pressing kisses against Draco’s neck. She marveled at the feel of his pulse beneath her lips. Draco’s hands explored every inch of her, and they expertly found every single pleasure outlet on her small frame.
That night they had made gentle, passionate love together. The overwhelming emotion they both felt brought tears of joy to their eyes. And after their climax, they lay entwined together, their mingling sweat drying upon their glowing skin…

…Hermoine had always cherished that night they had shared together. It remained one of the few precious moments she had had with Draco Malfoy.
For shortly after that beautiful encounter, Draco had pushed her away. Hermoine had known it was difficult for him to betray his name, his family, and all he had known for the past 17 years. But she had expected their love to be enough to conquer it. Apparently, to Draco, it hadn’t been enough.
And that was exactly what had broken her heart. She loved Draco completely and was convinced that he was the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She had envisioned walking down the aisle as his bride, giving birth to his children, growing old wiim. im. All of that shattered the moment he said, “This relationship cannot be.”
Of course, Hermoine had done what any woman in love would have. She argued, begged, demanded, and pleaded. She had done everything in her power to convince him they were meant to be.
It was all to no avail. Draco, unable to mask his own painful grief, had asked her not to make it anymore difficult than it had to be. So, she let go of him and her own heart.
Hermoine had gone on to become an important figurehead in the Ministry of Magic and made a lonely life for herself. She remained unmarried and longing for Draco to realize that they belonged together. But he never came her and acknowledged that their destiny was for them to be together. So, life went on in a dull monotony.
Here he was. Right in front of her. His gray eyes scalded her like a brilliant flame. God, she had forgotten what a dark, intense gray they were. She had forgotten the graceful arch of his eyebrows, the sensual, subtle pout of his lower lip, the high, curved cheekbones. His beauty was smacking her in the face.
“Hermoine.” Oh, Merlin, his voice hadn’t changed either. It was the same voice that had cried her very name out in mindless passion. That deep, sultry voice drove her insane with desire.
“Draco.” she murmured, lost in his gaze, her voice dazed. How she longed to touch him. Her hands had become clammy like a little school girl’s. There was something about Draco that always had her wanted to challenge him, try to best him. There was a passionate battle between them. The sparks of fervor clashed and ignited between them.
Draco found that Cornish pixies where flying around in his stomach and trying to escape. How on earth could he suddenly dive back into Hermoine’s life again when he had hurt them both so badly? Did he have the right to even speak to her any longer? He shouldn’t be doing this - but it was too late now. “I… we should talk.”
Hermoine felt suddenly angry. Now he wanted to talk? After 4 years? Hermoine tried to tell herself that life was too short for her to be angry, that she should go ahead and speak with Draco, but she found she was very angry and that was hard to ignore. “Talk?” she snapped.
Draco was taken back by the sudden aggression. He hadn’t expected such a reaction from Hermoine, but he knew he deserved it. “Yes… about what happened… about us.” he tried to find the proper words to convince her to listen, but he couldn’t. He only hoped that some part of her still loved him. He had to make things right. He and Hermoine didn’t have to get back together, but at least they could bury old skeletons and go on with their lives.
Hermoine crossed her arms. “I don’t want to talk right now.” Hermoine managed to muster up the courage to walk away from him, leaving him ned.ned. And determined to make her forgive his stupid actions of the past.
She found Harry speaking with Oliver Wood, of course, about Quidditch. They were excitedly explaining certain moves they had witnessed during the world play-offs or whatever it was. “Harry.” she interrupted rudely, tugging on his uniform sleeve.
Both Harry and Oliver turned their gaze towards Hermoine. Oliver seemed disappointed when the conversation about Quidditch ended. “Yes, Hermoine?” Harry questioned, curious as to what would make Hermoine interrupt such an important conversation.
“You didn’t tell me Draco would be here.” she hissed softly, glaring at him. She rested her hands on her fishnet clad hips, trying her hardest not to lash out at Harry.
Harry swallowed nervously. “It, ahh… didn’t occur to me… I’m sorry Hermoine…” Harry scratched the back of his neck apprehensively. He smiled weakly. “Maybe you two should talk…?” he suggested meekly as Hermoine’s scowl grew darker.
“Fine, but I must have these.” Hermoine retorted, stealing Harry’s handcuffs. She smirked softly, confiscating Harry’s handcuffs as her own.
“Hey, those are mine!” Harry protested softly, reaching for them.
“What are you going to use them for, huh?” Hermoine questioned teasingly.
Harry flushed a bright red and looked away from her.ne, ne, take them.” he pushed his glasses upon the bridge of his nose indignantly.
Hermoine grinned softly. “You know, I do approve of you and-” she began.
“Go talk to him, already!” Harry interrupted, waving his arm at her, as an attempt to shoo her away.
“Alright, alright, don’t get your knickers in a bunch!” Hermoine left Harry and Oliver to continue their topic of Quidditch. Ron walked over to the two fanatic fans and joined right in on the conversation, but not before saying a quick ‘hello’ to her.
Hermoine glanced down at the handcuffs she had confiscated and clenched her jaw in determination. She was going to handcuff Draco to some sort of immobile object and just leave him there. That seemed to be the just punishment. The nerve of him, trying to talk to her…
She shook her head. Never mind that now. And she sought to find Draco again. Only he had found her first.
Draco gripped Hermoine’s elbow firmly, steering them towards Harry’s deck. “Look, Hermoine, I need to speak with you.” He said firmly, sliding the glass door behind them. His gray eyes bored into her chocolate brown ones.
Hermoine felt her knees begin to quiver. How on earth would she be able to remain angry with Draco when she was so attracted to him?
Draco brought his hand up to Hermoine’s cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb. “Hermoine, please, hear me out.” He pleaded softly, his eyes earnest and insistene wae wanted Hermoine, more than anything, to know that he still loved her and hadn’t meant to injure her heart in such a fashion. He wanted Hermoine to know that he had thrown his past and his family values behind himself. He didn’t want her to regret him being a part of her life.
“Let’s take a walk. There’s a peaceful graveyard just a block or two away from here.” Hermoine suggested.
Draco nodded his head in agreement and they walked to the graveyard in silence. He practiced in his head all of the things he’d wanted to say to Hermoine these past 4 years. But he knew he’d probably muddle and foul it all up.
“Draco…I don’t know what to say.” Hermoine began hesitantly. She tentatively glanced up at Draco’s somber form and then continued. “4 years ago you hurt me… so badly… and now you want to talk?”
Draco felt blatantly guilty. “I… my pride kept me from going back to you. But I’m not going to let pride get in the way of your well being.” He glanced at her, taking in how the moonlight danced upon her façade. She was beautiful.
“Well, whatever it is you have to say, say it.” She fingered the handcuffs thoughtfully, glad that Draco didn’t notice. She actually found herself wanting to listen to what he had to say.
“I… Hermoine, I was stupid-”
“Damn right you were.” she muttered bitterly.
Draco gritted his teeth, pushing down his anger. “Hermoine, I know I was stupid. I’ve cast aside my parents’ wishes, I’ve made my family name into one with respect and honor, and I’ve broken my engagement with Pansy…”
Draco knew that he didn’t just want to make things right with Hermoine again. He knew that he wanted to be with her again. They belonged together. Not apart, living out their lives alone. He wanted to spend his life with her.
“Draco… what are you trying to say?” Hermoine inquired, confused at what exactly Draco was getting at.
Draco looked directly into Hermoine’s face, gripping her shoulders tenderly. She was studying his chiseled features carefully, trying to understand Draco’s motives. “Hermoine, I love you. We belong together.”
Those words… Hermoine had been longing to hear them since the day they had parted. She had dreamed of this every night, leaving her lonely and aching for Draco just to be there for her. She had missed him. His warm body, his soft lips, his gentle touch.
And in a split second, she found herself is pis passie eme embrace once more. Their arms were around each other and their lips joined in an expressive dance together, one which had remained in their memories and had haunted their dreams.

End Part II