Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 19 The search for Answers



Hermione stepped out of the fireplace into her parents’ living room. With a swipe of her wand, she changed the wards so she wouldn’t be followed. Slowly, she walked around the living room, looking at the ‘family photos’.



“It was all a lie. They aren’t your parents. You aren’t real. None of this is real.”



Suddenly, Hermione let out a blood curding scream and started smashing everything within reach. Pictures were launched into the air, glass was flying everywhere, vases, figurines, plants; nothing was safe. Just as suddenly as she began, Hermione stopped and fell to the floor; sobbing and gasping for air. She looked down at her hands, they were covered with blood. She closed her eyes as blood from her forehead stung them. Her cheeks were speckled with small cuts but she hardly noticed. Hermione picked up a piece of broken glass and ran her fingers along the edge. She hissed as it sliced through her skin.



“This won’t hurt. This only hurts living things. I’m not real…I’m not alive…” As she spoke, Hermione dragged the jagged edge along the inside of her left wrist. The blood began to spill out onto her coat and the floor. Her hand was shaking as she pierced the inside of her right wrist and sliced it open.



“Selfish…All of them…selfish…” She screamed at the top of her lungs, as if someone was ripping her heart out of her chest. “You stole my life… It’s not yours to take… I hate all of you…” Hermione stared at her wrists; she couldn’t see the red anymore. To her, it meant freedom.



“I won’t be your pawn… I won’t be your toy to play with… my life…” She picked up a larger piece of glass and placed the sharp point against the side of her neck.



“My life… Mine to take…” The blood began to flow as Hermione slowly pushed the glass into her neck. She clenched her teeth in pain, praying the end would come quickly. Her eyes were becoming heavy and her top was covered with blood. The last thing she was saw before she passed out was the room filling with warm white light.



“It’s over now,” she whispered then she lost consciousness.



~*~



She hurried to Hermione’s side and checked her pulse. It was weak but it was there. She touched her forehead then whisper something and the bleeding stopped. With a wordless spell, she summoned the afghan from the back of the sofa and wrapped it around Hermione. The witch pulled Hermione into her arms and rocked her gently.



“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry, my sweet girl. It’s almost over.” The woman stroked Hermione’s cheek and smiled a sad smile as her tears fell. She held her tight and whispered something; then she apparated with Hermione in her arms.



Hermione tried to move before she opened her eyes and hissed in pain. Her entire body hurt. She struggled and tried to sit up but felt a warm hand stroke her hair and say, “Shhhh….” It hurt too much to try to move again; she relaxed her body and felt her head sink into the pillow. The warm hand continued to stroke her hair. Hermione sighed and fell back to sleep.



As Hermione dreamed, she saw Draco, he had his face buried in his hands, his body was shaking; he was crying. She saw Cissy and Andi were holding each other, they were also crying. Gabby was lying in Mike’s lap, her face was tear streaked. Eliza was moving from person to person, hugging them, comforting them.



She could hear Draco’s voice; he sounded so hurt. “Why, Mia? I don’t understand. You said you loved me… You said you wouldn’t leave me.”



When Hermione looked down, she saw herself dress in a long white silk strappy nightgown. Her hair was in soft ringlets. She ran her fingers along her wrists, there were thick scars. She ran her hand over her neck; there was a lump and a thick line of raised flesh. Hermione walked over to Draco and sat next to him. She needed to be near him. He was her comfort, her port in the storm.



She heard him whisper, “What am I supposed to do without you?” Hermione’s heart began to pound.



“Am I dead?” She asked aloud. “Can he hear me?”



“What do you think?” said a voice from behind her.



Hermione knelt in front of Draco and stroked his cheek. He leaned into her touch like he knew she was there. She leaned in, she gently rested her forehead against him.



“I love you, Dragon” she whispered as she held his hands. She could feel him trembling. She felt their rings touch. Suddenly, she was surrounded by white light and her entire body began to burn; she could barely breathe. She tried to pull away from him but she couldn’t. She was gasping for air. When she thought she couldn’t’ handle any more, everything went black.



“Draco…Draco…Come back…I’m here…I’m here…” Hermione tossed and turned in her sleep. The warm hands wiped her forehead with a cool cloth.



“Soon, my dear…Soon” said the woman.



~*~



“MIA!!!” Draco sat bolt up in bed, gasping for air; he was covered with sweat. “MIA!!” He jumped out of bed and looked all around his suite for her. He ran to his side of the bed to retrieve his pajama pants. He ran downstairs to search for her.



“Mia!! Mia!” He yelled as he ran around the first floor. Narcissa and Andromeda came running into the foyer as Draco ran into the study.



“Draco, what’s wrong? Where’s Hermione?”



“I can’t find her. We went to her parents’ house and…” He stopped as his eyes focused on the letters on the mantle. He moved to the hearth and reached for them. “Oh Gods No…” he whispered. He opened his letter with trembling hands. As he started to read, tears rolled down his cheeks.



My dearest Draco,

You have given the happiest months of my life; I don’t know how to thank you for that. Your love made me feel complete.



I will always be with you, my love. We’re a part of each other now. When you feel the sun on your face, when the wind kisses your ears, I will be with you.



I love you, my Dragon. I will always love you.

Please forgive me, my love.

Your Mia



Draco fell to the floor and began to cry. Narcissa took the letter from his hands. She gasped when she read it.



“Draco, what happened at her parents’ house?”



He didn’t reply. He simply shook his head. He was crying so hard that he could barely breathe.



“Draco!” She yelled, trying to get his attention, but to no avail.



“I won’t let it end like this.” His voice was distant as if he was speaking to someone that wasn’t there. Before Narcissa could speak, he was gone. She and Andromeda looked at each other, at a complete loss as to what to do next. A moment later, Draco reappears with a rucksack on his shoulder dressed in muggle clothes, jeans, trainers and a hoodie. He had his cloak thrown over his arm. He walked to the floo, whispered a destination and he was gone before either women could say anything to him. Narcissa walked to the mantle and took her letter and handed Andi hers. Neither spoke of the contents of their letters, they simply embraced and cried.



~*~



Draco fell out of the fireplace when he arrived at the Granger residence; more accurately, it felt like he was shoved out of the floo. He was forced throw Hermione’s wards. He hissed in pain as a shard of glass stabbed his upper arm. He slowly pulled it out then looked around the room. It was in a shambles. Draco gasped when he saw the dried pools of blood on the floor. He walked over to the largest pool of blood and knelt next to it. As if in a trance, he picked up the bloodied piece of glass. Suddenly, images began rushing through his head. Hermione, looking hollow and lost; the glass tearing at one wrist and then the other; he could hear her words echoing in his head. He brought the glass to his wrist and stared, numbly, as it sliced through his flesh, mimicking her movements.



“Without you, I have nothing, I am nothing.” His voice was raspy and distance. Draco hand rose to his neck and pierced his alabaster skin. “I will be with you soon, Mia.” The room began to spin; Draco wobbled then fell to the floor, unconscious. His blood mixed with hers as it spilled onto the floor.



Draco opened his eyes, slowly. He could barely make out his surrounding, the room was nearly dark. He tried to move but his body wouldn’t allow it, his muscles ached but he couldn’t’ remember why. He heard a noise from somewhere in the darkness.



“Hello? Is someone there?” His voice was weak; he didn’t even clench his wand.



“It’s alright. You’re safe; she’s safe.”



“She’s safe?” He asked again.



“Yes, your Mia is safe. All will be revealed soon. Now is the time for rest, Mr. Malfoy.”



Draco felt a warm hand on his forehead and he fell asleep almost instantly.





~*~



Draco stretched, slowly at first, expecting to feel pain; when he didn’t he sighed with relief then stretched again. That’s when he felt his hand hit something. He pulled his hand back and opened his eyes. Slowly, he turned his head and was greeted by a mass of brown curls. His heart began to pound. Draco sat up and leaned over the person, brushing the curls aside. Her cheeks were slightly tear-streaked but she was in one piece. His hand was shaking as he gently caressed her cheek and ran his thumb across her lips. Hermione smiled in her sleep.



“My sweet angel.” He whispered before gently pressing his lips to hers. Hermione moaned and arched towards him as he caressed her breast, pinching her nipple ever so slightly. She gasped and opened her eyes, blinking several times.



“Draco?” He nodded.



“Am I dreaming?” He shook his head, no.



“…How? Where are we?” Before she could ask any more questions, he captured her mouth in a deep kiss. His hands caressing her body gently.



“My sweet girl… Don’t leave me again…” He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. “You’re a part of me, Mia. I’m never giving you up. Wherever you go, I will find you. Your heart is my heart. I can feel you in me; you’re a part of my soul. You always have been.”



Tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t speak. She simply pulled him towards her, resting her forehead against his.



“Why did you pick me, Draco?” Hermione’s voice was quiet as she ran her fingers though his hair.



“Because I found the other half of me.” He smiled and kissed her. Very slowly, he explored her body, caressing her curves over the white silk nightgown. Draco kissed down her neck and along her collarbone as he slide the down the strap from her shoulder, revealing her supple breast. He took her nipple in his mouth, suckling at it, tenderly.



“Oh yes…” she whispered. Draco smiled as his hand traveled beneath the silken fabric. Hermione gasped as he began to stroke her intimate folds. “Oh…Oh Draco…” He smiled to himself as a shiver ran down his spine and his cock became even harder.



‘Gods…this is bliss.’



Draco looked up as he slowed the paced of his fngers. Hermione’s cheeks were flushed; he loved watching her like this. She opened her eyes and looked at him, her breathing was labored. She smiled at him; a warm, loving, genuine smile. It was not tempered with fear or sadness; it was filled with love for him and him alone. Draco moved up her body, peppering it with kisses as he moved. Hermione spread her legs eagerly for him.



“My beautiful, beautiful love; you are my greatest joy.” He slowly eased his cock into her hungry wetness. Hermione gasped as she filled her; she looked into his eyes, her tears fell.



“No, no tears, my angel. I’m here now.” Hermione pulled him into a passionate kiss, holding him as tightly as she could. She pressed her lips against the shell of his ear.



“I love you. I love you. I love you.” They made love slowly, gently, at first, as they looked into each other’s eyes. Hermione was milking his cock so perfectly, Draco was going to lose control too soon if he wasn’t careful. He tried to slow her pace; then he looked into her eyes.



“Draco, please” was all she said. He rolled over and positioned her on top of him. He touched her face, as if trying to memorize every curve, then nodded.



“Show me…” She could see the love and lust in his eyes.



Hermione closed her eyes and began to ride him with abandon. Draco eased her towards him and took her right nipple into his mouth, suckling with a fervor that he didn’t recognize. Almost immediately, he could taste her sweet nectar on his tongue and her essence coursing through his veins. He moaned and moved to her left breast; he felt himself moving towards his peak. Hermione was gasping for air, her body was on fire. She could feel her orgasm building; she could feel Draco’s orgasm building.



“Draco… I love you, OH!! OH GODS!” She leaned down and kissed him, he shared her sweet nectar with her.



“I love you, Mia… I’m yours, always.”

Draco turned them over and covered Hermione with his body. Suddenly, it was like lightening struck them both. A voice echoed in Draco and Hermione’s heads.

“There is not greater magic in all the world than that of love. What fate has chosen, love has joined.”

They felt their souls become one as magic weaved around and through them. Hermione started to cry, her body was trembling uncontrollably; Draco kissed her deeply as he thrust into her. He pressed his lips to her ear, gently tugging on her ear lobe with his teeth.



“Come with me, Mia.” He whispered, he tilted his hips, applying more pressure and friction to her clit. Hermione cried out his name, her body was trembling as she milked Draco’s cock. She could hear him grunting as he thrust into her harder, faster. She could feel another orgasmic wave washing over her. Draco roared as his body shook as he emptied his seed deep inside of her. But it wasn’t over; their bodies rode another orgasmic wave, even stronger than the previous. They clung to each other, riding the blissful feeling to its end. They kissed and touched, their bodies quivering from orgasmic aftershocks.



Draco and Hermione held each other and began to fall asleep. As they dosed off, they heard the voice again.



“It is complete.”