Twisted Lust

She was alone, all alone in the massive manor, with nothing to do.
Work? Well, she'd been taking a personal holiday, it's not like she really needed to work,
but she liked it. And for now, at least, with everything bad that could possibly happen,
she didn't really have the strength to go.

And where was Draco? He was at work, where she should be.
He'd been at work forever, well it had been a week that she had been back at the manor.
And she hated being alone in a cold drafty house. It was huge, and her solitude was just
magnified by its size. She could leave if she wanted, yes she most definitly could.
But she didn't want to, she was finally back with Draco. And at this point she didn't feel safe
anywhere, as if someone was going to rape her. At any time.

Draco, well she loved him. Loved him for everything he ever did for her. She didn't care
anymore about the whole incident with........ Harry, she didn't want to think about it.
And Harry? She didn't hate him, she probably still loved him like a brother in some twisted way
of hers. But she was frightened of him, she wouldn't allow herself to see him. She was virtually
frightened of everyone. Paranoia is a sad thing.

Draco, he was avoiding her. Maybe he himself was scared of HER. She had a hunch
it was because of the nightmares, because he couldn't see her this way, because it was killing him,
she never really knew what was going on in his head. That's why he was always at work,
supposedly it was a busy time. Ha, busy time. The goblins could do everything themselves,
he was deliberately locking himself away.

It's like. She didn't know what it was like. She was there, she was his again,
she was in his house, no one could touch her, no one could hurt her, he didn't have to worry.
No, he was at work because he didn't know what to do with her, it was an awkward situation,
like he didn't want to make the wrong move.

So she'd been idly sitting away, most of the time she was in the library. Yes, her old passion
of books, it had been lost for so long. It wasn't even so much the books that dragged her there,
it was the closeness of it all, like she was tucked away. It was safe. Everyday she picked at some
random book and stared at the same page for hours. Her mind was elsewhere.

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He dropped the keys, lightly, not wanting to wake her at all. It was 1 am by now, he planned
it perfectly, everyday, so that he wouldn't have to see her. Well of course her saw her at least once,
but not talking wise. He wasn't sure what to do. Actually, all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms,
which he did do. Every single night when she was sleeping. He longed for her to hug him back,
he wanted to go back to seventh year, when everything was good. Well, not that good, but much better
than now.

So what was Draco doing now days? He got home from work, he had his usual quick drink
at the kitchen counter. And then up, off to bed. First, to stop her nightmares. He'd calculated
from the beginning, so he knew when to come before they got to serious. He didn't want to
see them when they were serious. And then it was off to the shower, soaking in whatever life he had
left in him. And then back to bed, where he'd scoop her into his arms and fall asleep, her body pressed
against his. He always woke up earlier, to avoid any confrontations, and then he was out the door to
work. Good old work.

So, Draco went about his usual routine.

Grabbing a coffee for tonight, slowly setting the cup on the counter, he put his hands behind
his neck. Frustration frustration. He looked out the window, the starless nights as always.
Closing his eyes and wishing it wasn't real. So he finished, walking up the stairs all hobbled over,
he was only 19. He paused at the bedroom, bracing himself for what he would see. Pushing the
door open, he was always holding his breath when Hermione was in a room.

Except. She wasn't twisting around, she wasn't in agony. Simply resting on her side, having a
normal sleep, what a change. He walked over to her, crouching down so he was level with her face,
gazing at her closed eyes, lightly moving his hand on the outside of her face, butterfly touches
she wouldn't feel. Tearing off his formal attire, discarding of his clothes, he tossed them on the
writing desk, a bottle of ink toppling over, making a soft clink. He froze, turning his head quickly
to see if she was awake, he didn't want to disturb something that rarely happened. She only stirred a
little, her soft curls falling onto her shoulder.

He turned the shower, hot. So hot that it would steam up the entire bathroom, you couldn't
see someone three feet away. He slipped out of his boxers, staring at his reflection in the mirror
for a minute or so, waiting for the shower to reach its desired temperature. Then he slipped in, the
scalding water hitting his skin, one of the pains he actually enjoyed. Reaching for the soap, he grabbed it,
but it was so slippery, it fell, thudding on the tiles. He bent down to get it, the steam dewing up his skin
along with the beads of water from the shower. Damn soap, he got on his knees, reaching for it,
smoothing his hands over the tiles, trying to see something in the damn thick fog.

His hand hit the soap. But it wasn't, it was soft, supple, it was skin.
His hand jerked instinctively, he stood up quickly, and she came towards him quickly. Her eyes staring
directly into his, pushing him against the wall. She kissed him hard, and then she moved her mouth to his
neck, and bit him, pressing every one of her teeth into his pale skin.

"Ouch, what the hell. That hurt"

"You're avoiding me"

"No, Hermione, no I'm not avoi-"
He turned his head to the side. To look away.

She grabbed it, shoving it back against the wall to look at her.
"You're avoiding me."

There was silence, a long moment that had you hold your breath.

"Why are you avoiding me?" she asked, her grip on his wrists getting tighter by the second.
Like he was quicksand, like she couldn't let him slip.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Hermione I-"

"Why are you avoiding me?" she repeated over and over again.

"Because I don't know what to do!" he finally screamed.
"Because I'm not sure what to do."

"You don't love me"

"Don't be stupid. Don't be stupid.
Love you. LOVE YOU! I COULD SCREAM IT OUT FOR YEARS. I LOVE
YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU."

"Shut Up!"
She was breathing deeply, staring at him intently.

"I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU"

"I said shut up. I don't want to hear it."

He kept screaming it. Like a piece of him was unhinging.

"Why? Why do you want me to? Can't accept it? Can't handle it Hermione?
Well neither can I. I love you, and I don't care if you don't want to hear it.
All I wanted, all i want is to be with you, all i want-"

"Then be with me"

And she threw herself on him, and kissed him, the most passionate kiss. It had been so long.
They attacked each other, each of them fighting to hold one another, fighting to grab
hold of each other. Her hand's clawing at his face, trying to control her kiss. And every time,
every time she tried to reach, he'd push them away, trying to plant his hands on the side of her
neck to hold her. They were fighting against one another, their kissing was fierce, unknowingly
pushing against one another. She tried to break it, to breath. And he wouldn't let her
Grabbing the back of her head, grabbing it and pushing her closer, their lips pressed into one
another. You can't get closer. He muttered an incoherent word, something that sounded like
"bedroom." And she pulled away. With all her force.

"No"

"No?"

"No"

"What do you mean no?"

"I want it here, I want you to screw me till the tiles bleed my blood.
I want you to do it here, and I want it now."

And with that he threw himself on her.
Pushing her to the tiles, throwing her against the floor.

Too long, it's been to long.

And they were fighting, grappling. They each wanted to win they wanted their own satisfaction.
And he looked into her eyes for a second, a split second before plunging into her.

Drilling her into the floor, she couldn't move. He grabbed her hands,
grabbed them and pined them above her head. T
he only place for her legs to go, around his waist. And go there they did.
Furiously thrusting into her, pumping himself at a beat, a quick, supernatural
rhythm. Over and over again. And she was screaming and moaning, her breathing hot and heavy.
There skins matted with dew and water and sweat. She couldn't get enough, and neither could he.

And just when she thought it was over. He grabbed her, grabbed her by the neck and threw her against
the wall. Almost running into her, entering her from far, in one quick thrust. And she was moaning, and
he was making low guttural noises. And he was pounding away, like if he was hammering a nail into the
wall. Hammering her into the wall. Crushing her with his weight.
So she couldn't move, he was kissing her, she was kissing back.
Trying to devour each other, she was trying to fight, and at the same time not wanting to.
And he was grabbing her breasts, roughly squeezing them, her legs tied around him.
With nowhere to go.

And finally, ever so finally he released, released everything inside of him.
His pivotal moment of weakness, the one she took advantage of.
Throwing him down on the floor.
Just as she let go to.

Then they were just two. The two of them, alone.
She was breathing deeply, she couldn't stand, he couldn't stand. They were tired, they
were spent. And yet she kept pressing down on him. He didn't move out of her.
She eventually gave up, falling onto his chest. He made a half hearted attempt, his last attempt at
moving, and threw his arms around her, encircling her. Holding the dearest thing to him in the world.
And that's how they fell asleep. Still inside her.

The red water on the tiles slowly drying. He always gave her what she promised.


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"That? You want that?"

"Yes. I want THAT. as you so eloquently put it"

"well....."

"Oh please please please"

"Fine!"

She gave him a light peck on the cheek.

In a few days time, it would be new years, it would be the new years ball. And she just had to get
a lovely dress for the occasion. The one in question was a dark midnight color. And Draco was
pretending he didn't love to watch her get dressed up. Well, he wasn't going to see her until the
night of the ball. Gringotts business. So, he was spending the last few hours with her.

"Actually Draco. I would prefer if you didn't see it, you know, make it more of a surprise."

"What? You drag me all the way out to this shop in the middle of London, and I can't
help you choose. That's great, that's just great."

"Oh don't be mad" she winked at him.

"I only get to spend like half an hour and"

"And blah blah. You're always whining. Plus, I know a better thing we can do to occupy
ourselves with." She whispered into his ear, dragging on his hand.

She pulled him through the streets, aware that there were a million shoppers.
Pulling him into a dark alley, sort of pouncing onto him, and kissing him like there
was no tomorrow. Her hand traveling downwards, grabbing at his growing erection.
Unzipping her pants and sticking her hand inside, stroking him lightly.

Soon she had worked him into a frenzy, and he kissed her to suppress the noise
he made when he came. She eased it all out of him, kissing him back, and then pulling away.
The liquid that had made it to her hands, she slowly licked it off.

"Tastes like"

"Did I tell you how amazing you are?" he whispered to her, casting a quick charm to clean.
"And now I have to go"

"But Draco, who will give you all these wonderful services?"

"Another reason why I shouldn't leave."

She laughed lightly.
"Go, and I expect to see you all dolled up and ready to go to this party thing
on New Years Day. No later than 7 pm."

"You sound like an invitation."

"Oh I'm always an open invitation, darling."

He hooked his arm around her, kissing her full on the lips, pressing her tightly against himself.
With one last look, he nodded and he was gone.

She pressed her hands to her lips, smiling, trying to feel his lips again.
And as it started to snow, the flakes beginning to fall, she smiled up at the sky.
Finally. A smile




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I was going to add more. But I thought..... why not end this chapter
very positively? I mean I rarely see something good happen.
So I thought I would let that feeling be savored.

Plus, if I put more, then the story would be very close to finishing.
So the next chapter is pretty much done.

However, please review. More reviews- faster chappie.
Did you like this chapter. It's been a really really long time
since they've had any carnal desires. and it's getting
her back into who she used to be.

but lots of twists and turns in the next chap.
so thanks for all your reviews.
i love them.