Beautiful Disaster

Thanks to Kim for reading over this as I wanted to get it out very fast since it had been so long since my last update!

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Hermione tried not to look as if she was running through the halls. It would be unseemly for a prefect to be seen in such a hurried state so late at night, especially so far away from one’s common room. Instead, she had a different destination. She had to see Draco, to confirm with her own eyes that he was back in the castle, where he belonged.

She turned down the corridor for his room and approached the door slowly, trying to slow her thumping heart as it raced wildly at the thought of seeing him. She muttered the word to the portrait and stepped inside. The room was mostly dark save the light from the fire. She noticed his robe lying on the back of one of the chairs, his shoes discarded in the middle of the floor, and his bag sitting beside them. The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar and she walked forward and saw him with his back to her, unbuttoning his shirt. She moved slowly and wrapped her arms around his waist, at which they both released a sigh of relief.

His hands covered hers as she pressed her head against his shoulder blade. “It’s highly dangerous for you to come running here so soon after my return,” he said before he turned and wrapped his arms around her. He placed a kiss at her hairline and smiled. “But it’s very welcome,” he said as he squeezed her a bit.

She looked up at him and smiled. “Are you alright?”

He nodded. “I’m fine.”

“What did they say? What happened? Tell me everything,” she said as she moved away from him. Settling herself on the bed, she couldn’t help but notice his shirt was partially unbuttoned which gave her an excellent view of pale flesh to examine as he talked.

“Well, Pansy and Blaise are the ones that attacked you. They confirmed it to me this morning before we were ever pulled away.”

“So, why were you taken in?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

“I’m getting to that. They pulled us all up to Dumbledore’s office with the intention that Dumbledore was going to pin me as the mastermind in hopes of fishing out whoever had really done it, and to make me look loyal to the cause.” He sat on the bed in front of her and took a deep breath before he continued, “So, when they got to Blaise and Pansy, they announced that I had planned all of it. Dumbledore had no choice but to let the Aurors interrogate me. But since I’m still a student, he insisted that my mother be notified, who then sent word to our barrister. Needless to say, when he arrived, he starting throwing anvils into their ‘evidence’ and they had no choice but to let me go.” He tilted his head at her. “Dumbledore did, however, manage to arrange it with everyone in the room that I would have weekly meetings with him, which would help cover me having to see him.”

She took his hand in hers and shook her head. “I hate this all happened to you.”

He frowned. “I fear the worst is yet to come.” He sighed and looked out his window. “My house won’t be very happy that Pansy and Blaise are still in Azkaban while I’m free,” he said as he looked back at her. “And I’m sure their parents will have something to say about it as well.”

She shook her head. “But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I should be willing to take the brunt of this to prove my loyalty to the Dark Lord. Instead, they’ll all think I ratted out Blaise and Pansy.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “But they have Padma stating that you were with her when I was attacked.”

He nodded. “But that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t planned ahead of time.” He brushed a hand over her head. “Love, I’m ready for what’s coming. You just have to remember that…you’re supposed to hate me in public, which means you would not take up for me for any reason.”

She huffed out a breath. “This is all so stupid.”

“We drew our lots when we entered the school. You became friends with Potter while I became his adversary. If we weren’t mates, it would still be that way.” He frowned and shook his head. “It’s amazing to think that a year ago I still hated you. I mean, I thought about shagging you, because you were a female, but it never went beyond a fleeting thought, you know? And now, I find myself completely…taken with you and I can’t be bothered to be upset about it.”

She smiled and looked to the bed. “You fancy me, huh?”

He nodded. “You know I do.”

“Would you like for me to welcome you back?”

He smirked and reached over to remove her shoes. “Yes, I’d like that very much. After all, I have been through quite the ordeal,” he said, his movements slow and his eyes were burning through her.

She gasped at the look in his eyes, completely predatory, as he dropped her socks to the floor. “Well, then I think you should be rewarded for the courage you’ve shown in the face of such…evils.”

He slid his hands up her bare thighs and beneath her skirt. “Is this a physical award? One we can enjoy together?” he asked as he leaned her back against the pillows; his lips moving over her earlobe.

She moaned appreciatively as his fingers found her center. “Yes,” she said as she thrust against his questing fingers. She felt the familiar tug of their bond, the affection that they felt for one another passing between them as she grasped his face and pulled his lips back to hers. She sighed against his lips and pushed him back a little. “Ask me,” she whispered.

He blinked at her a few moments, and she could see the confusion etched across his face, but she watched as the realization of what she was offering sank in. His eyes changed from silver on white to silver on black, and his normal features gave way to something else, something almost bird like, but she figured she might have been mistaken as it disappeared almost as quickly as it showed up. When he spoke, his voice sounded different, as if it were two different pitches at the same time; one a higher register and the other a low baritone that shook her to her core. “Do you accept me?”

She was fascinated by the change in him, not just the physical, but also the humming along their Veela bond as he awaited her answer.

She nodded. “Yes, I accept you,” she said softly. And just like that, the Draco she knew was back, smiling down at her. She wondered if he was even conscious of the changes that he went through, brief as they were.

“You know what happens now, right? We can’t go back,” he said softly.

She nodded and started working on the buttons of his shirt. “I know. I think it’s best if we move forward,” she whispered.

He unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of her blouse and pulled it over her head, then quickly helped her slip out of her skirt. He seemed to be taking her all in as she finally reached the last of the buttons of his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He tossed it to the floor and they both watched her hands as they moved over his belt. He leaned forward and kissed her, wanting to convey to her that he understood the gift she was giving him. He slid his hands over her rib cage then up to the front clasp of her bra. He broke the kiss as he released the clasp, then moved his lips over her jaw, down her throat and slid them along her skin until he reached her breasts. She sat up momentarily and slipped her arms from the straps and tossed it to the floor as his tongue flicked over the tip, causing her to moan.

The gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on her. By the end of the night, she would no longer be a virgin and she would be irrevocably linked to him forever. As she stared at the top of his blond head as he descended lower, she was both terrified and elated at the prospect. She loved him and wanted this, but there was a part of her that was scared to think that she was going to be tied to him forever, with no prospect of ever having the chance to be with anyone else. It wasn’t that she even could entertain the thought of being with someone else, but the idea that she had no choice in the matter scared her.

He slid her knickers down her legs and tossed them to the floor, leaving her naked in front of him. He slid his hands slowly over her inner thighs, Hermione shivering in response to the caress. He placed a kiss on her knee, the top of her thigh, her hip, and right above her pubic hair. She felt his breath blow gently against her skin and she moaned in response, her breath coming in near pants as she waited with anticipation for him to do more.

Draco leaned forward and swiped at her folds, Hermione arching off the bed in response. She ran her fingers through his blond hair as he spread her open before him and flicked her clit with his tongue. “Gods! Draco,” she groaned, throwing her head back as waves of pleasure moved though her. He slipped a finger inside her and removed his mouth from her and used his thumb to run circles around the bundle of nerves. She felt his lips on her inner thigh and sighed softly before she felt his teeth break the skin. She cried out in both pain and pleasure as he added another finger inside her. She felt tears sliding from her eyes as the pain of the bite moved through her.

She realized, as she felt it coursing through her veins, that it wasn’t pain, but magic; a deep, ancient magic that was being molded to her very soul, claiming her forever as his. She could feel it moving, sliding down to her toes and up through her abdomen, her chest, her arms, fingers, neck, and blushed as she felt the heat of it reach her face. She moaned as his lips closed over her clit once more and she came, her hands bunching the blanket beneath her, as her hips thrust up to meet his tongue.

He slowly removed his fingers from inside her and slid up her body. He leaned forward and kissed her and Hermione's eyes widened a bit at the taste of not only her, but of blood. She didn't know why she was so surprised. He'd just used his teeth to break her flesh, she knew there would have to be blood. But the thought that Draco, the very proud Pureblood, was not only her mate, but had her 'dirty' blood in his mouth caused her a moment's pause. He pulled away and placed a kiss on her nose. "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.

She shook her head. "Nothing I can't handle," she said as she moved her hands over his shoulders, chest, and then his sides. "I suppose," she started, and tried to find the right words, "I suppose it's my turn, now."

He sighed. "I wish you didn't have to, but..."

She nodded. "I know. It's alright. I'm just nervous," she said with a deep breath.

He smiled warmly at her. "Just...we'll go slow, alright? You set the pace," he said as he shoved his pants and boxers to his ankles and then kicked them off. She felt his erection brush against her stomach and she smiled at the hiss he released at the contact.

She shoved him to his back and moved her hands over his chest. He moved his hand over her thigh. The little gesture helped to settle her a bit. She wasn't sure why, but she felt a wave of calmness wash over her and placed a kiss at the hollow of his throat. She moved on the bed to settle between his legs then began sliding kisses along his flesh. She kept thinking that this was just like every other time they'd been in this sort of situation, that this was no different. She knew it was a lie, but she hoped the thought would calm her.

Draco watched as she kissed over the contours of his body, and tried to remind himself that he couldn't rush her, no matter how badly he wanted to. He was anxious, amazed that he wasn't shaking from the force of his need for her. He did shiver, however, when her hand moved over his cock. He thrust slightly, unable to hold off his body’s response to her gentle touch. She bypassed his erection, instead she moved her lips over the place where leg and hip met, causing him to groan, never realizing that that was a particularly sensitive spot.

Hermione felt emboldened by his reaction to her touch. She moved her lips over his thigh, the slight hair their tickling her nose and chin as she moved to his inner thigh. She wondered how she would know the place to bite when she suddenly moved her lips over a spot that caused her to shiver. And without realizing what she was doing, feeling some unseen force urge her on, her hand stroked over his cock as her teeth sank into his flesh. He groaned in response and trembled beneath her. She stilled her hand and sat back to look at him. Any sort of animosity or residual hatred she felt for him floated away and she took a deep breath, feeling lighter in the wake of it. She moved over him as her lips sought out his, wanting to convey what she was feeling in the only way she knew how.

As their lips moved together, he rolled her to her back and his lips moved over her jaw. “Now,” she whispered.

He looked at her with hooded eyes as he sat back a bit. “Let me know if I hurt you,” he said softly as he took his erection in hand and brushed it over her folds before he pushed just the head inside. Hermione gasped at the intrusion, her body stiffening in response and her eyes closed tight. She willed herself to relax, and after several deep breaths she opened her eyes to find Draco watching her, the strain from refraining evident on his face. She nodded slightly, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders as he slid deeper, a groan escaping his lips at being engulfed inside her.

She took several deep breaths as he slipped deeper, a sound resembling a growl escaping from his lips. “You okay?” he asked as he looked down at her.

She nodded. “You can move,” she said, noticing that he was staying very still.

He released a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in as he thrust deeper, both of them crying out as he was fully encased inside her warmth. She felt tears slide over her cheeks at the sensation of being stretched and filled. He slid back then forward again, and Hermione squeaked in response.

“Did you just squeak?” he asked with a bit of a laugh.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him and shrugged. “Did I?”

He chuckled and nodded. “That’s a first.”

“Why are you laughing?” she asked, with a bit of a chuckle of her own.

He smiled at her. “I never pictured you as a squeaker.”

“Stop poking fun,” she said as she slapped him playfully on the arm.

He moved to his elbows and leaned forward to kiss her. She pulled away from the kiss. “You’re on my hair,” she said as she tried to get the mass of curls from beneath his elbow. She lifted her head for a moment and bumped her forehead against his chin.

“Ow,” he said and tilted his head as he watched her gather her hair in a twist and place it beneath her head. She settled back against the pillows once more as he watched her with an amused expression. “Comfortable now?”

She smiled. “I’m better than I was, at any rate. You?”

He nodded and kissed her on the nose. “You ready to continue?”

“If I squeak again are you going to make fun of me?”

He was quiet for a moment, then grinned. “I’ll wait until we’re done if you like.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Why do I put up with you?”

He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue stroking over hers as he thrust inside her once more. She gasped against his lips and clutched at his shoulders. His thrusts were slow and deep as he moved one of his hands down her side, over her hip and to her thigh where he hitched it higher. He sped up his thrusts, the pain from before ebbing and giving way to the sensation of being stretched. He gave a few more thrusts before he stiffened on top of her and she watched his expression as he came. She’d heard from a few of the girls that they didn’t have an orgasm their first time, as it hurt too much for them to get over that quickly, and she found that she was the same in that respect. She wasn’t disappointed, but she was greatly looking forward to it not hurting so she could enjoy it as much as he had.

He slowly lowered himself on top of her and leaned forward to kiss her. When he broke the kiss, he stared at her for a moment. “Am I crushing you?” he asked.

She nodded and when he started to roll off her, she held him to her. “I wasn’t complaining about it,” she said softly. “I like you right here.”

He smiled and kissed her chin and then her neck until he found her pulse and nibbled on it. She found she liked this part a lot. The sleepy look he had on his face, the lethargy she felt in her bones and muscles, and the complete and total love she had for him were all overwhelming her. She felt safe, content, and wondered at the situation. She was no longer a virgin. She was, now, truly mated to Draco Malfoy. She was truly happy.

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It was an hour before she moved from his arms and began to get dressed. Draco reached for his wand and cast the contraception spell on her while she slid her underwear and bra back on. He remained sitting on his bed, naked, as he watched her. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” he said as he sat up and watched her bend over to pull her skirt up.

“Stop looking at my bum,” she said, before she turned to face him, her hands on her hips. “I wish I didn’t have to either, but I think my housemates would get suspicious if I didn’t come back.”

He nodded. “I’ll be glad when this bloody war is over and we don’t have to hide anymore.”

She tilted her head. “At the moment, it’s probably good that we have to hide it, otherwise people would be very interested in me missing and you having your own private room.”

He smirked. “True. The whole school would think I corrupted you.”

“Which you have,” she said as she pulled her shirt on and redid the top buttons. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He stood, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. “I would hope not.”

She blushed as she felt his erection brushing against her stomach. “Draco, I have to get back to the tower,” she pleaded. “And…I could use a bath. I’m very sore.”

He frowned. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright,” she said as she leaned up and kissed him briefly before she pulled her tie on and used her wand to tie it for her. She finished dressing and looked at Draco who was once more sitting on the bed, only now he had a pillow sitting across his lap. “So, how do I look?”

“Shaggable,” he answered quickly.

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, I meant…do I look like I’ve been shagged?” He laughed and shook his head in response.

“You sure are laughing a lot tonight.”

“I’m happy. What can I say?”

She moved over and sat beside him on the bed. “Me too.” She wrapped her arms around him. “You think it will stop being awkward?”

He smiled into her hair and placed a kiss on her temple. “Yes. But you should get going before I decide to keep you here all night.”

She nodded and stood. “Alright.” She gave him one last kiss and whispered, “Thank you for…well, for being patient and for helping me relax during…”

He put his hands on her hips. “I love you,” he said softly, the look in his eyes caused her to shiver.

She sighed. “See, you say things like that and it makes me not want to leave,” she said as she leaned down to kiss him again. “I love you, too. I have to go,” she said as she pulled away, grabbed her bag, and left.

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“What time is Hermione supposed to be back?” Ginny asked.

Harry cast a look at Ron, then looked at Ginny. “No idea. Until she feels like the person she’s tutoring learned what they were supposed to, I guess.”

She huffed out a breath and looked at the two boys as they continued to play chess. “It’s been three hours,” she whispered. “It’s just not like her to be out this long. Maybe you should check the map, Harry.”

Harry stiffened for a moment, then looked at Ginny again. “No, I’m sure she’s fine. You know Hermione. Once she gets to teaching someone something it’s hard to get her to stop.”

“But after her attack, how can you be so sure.”

“Gin, they got her attackers. Blaise and Pansy are gone, right?”

“How do we know that they got the right people?”

The portrait opened and Hermione walked in and Ginny looked over at her. She stood abruptly and her eyes widened. She grabbed Hermione by the arm and began pulling her past the boys. “Ginny, what are you doing?”

“You need to come with me, now,” she insisted as she pulled her up to the girl’s lavatory.

Once they were inside, Hermione dropped her bag and whirled on the other girl. “What are you on about?”

She turned Hermione to face the mirror and pulled her hair back to show her the purpling mark over her pulse point. Hermione groaned and wondered if Draco really hadn’t seen it or if he was trying to send a message to other boys that she was taken. “Bugger,” she said as she examined it.

Looks like someone has a new extracurricular activity the mirror taunted her. Ginny looked to Hermione and frowned. “Where have you really been?”

She sighed and looked at her friend and shook her head. “We can’t discuss it here. I’ll fill you in tomorrow, alright? You and I will find somewhere we can’t be overheard and we’ll discuss it then, but I’m just exhausted, I need a bath, and after that I plan to go straight to bed.”

Ginny frowned and removed her wand to get rid of the mark. “Fine. But you owe me an explanation.”

Hermione nodded as she left the room, leaving Ginny staring at her retreating form. She went back downstairs with the two boys and took her seat once more. She wondered if they knew about Hermione’s secret and decided that she was going to find out.

“I have to say I’m shocked,” she said after she sat there a moment.

Ron looked over at her. “What are you on about? And what’s with the way you hauled Hermione away?”

“I thought it best,” she whispered, “that I get her somewhere to banish the little love bite on her neck before others noticed.”

Harry looked over at her, then back at Ron. “Why would Hermione have one of those?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Come onyou two, she told me and she told me you know.”

Ron tilted his head at his sister, wise to her game. “Know what?”

“About her little boyfriend.”

Harry smiled at Ron. “She’s pretty good at this.”

Ron nodded at Harry then smiled meanly at his sister. “We know you don’t know because if you did know, you wouldn’t be sitting here acting like this.” He gave a fake yawn. “I’m tired of this. I’m going to bed,” he said as he stood and patted Ginny on the head. She slapped him in the gut as he passed, leaving Harry and Ginny alone.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on with Hermione?” she asked, her arms folded over her chest.

He shook his head. “No. It’s not mine to tell. If she wants you to know, she’ll tell you. Until then, it’s none of your business.”

Ginny huffed out a breath and grunted. “She’s going to tell me tomorrow.”

“If that’s the case, why interrogate Ron and me?”

She sighed. “Because, I don’t like being the last to know. You’re my boyfriend, and yet I always feel like the one who’s left out. You, Hermione, and Ron have your own little clique and you…you don’t tell me things, or don’t let me in on it. You turn to them before you turn to me, and it’s just really irritating.”

He frowned. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. I guess the three of us have been friends for so long that it’s just natural for me to go to them and vice versa.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I really am sorry.”

She shook her head. “I just feel like you and I aren’t as close as we could be.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “Alright, I get it. I’ll do my best to include you from now on.”

She stood and moved to sit in his lap. “You know, Harry, you can be really daft sometimes.”

He tilted his head. “How is that?”

“You spent all night playing chess with Ron.”

“Yeah,” he said, still not seeing where she was going.

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “When we could have been in an abandoned class room somewhere doing things that would just scandalize my poor brother.”

He squeezed her a bit tighter and moved his hand over her knee. “You’re right. I’m daft sometimes. Forgive me for my stupidity?”

She leaned forward and kissed him. “Maybe. I’ll let you make it up to me tomorrow night,” she said as she wiggled her bum over his lap before she stood.

He blinked a few times before he realized she was leaving. “You’re just going to leave me like this?”

She nodded and smiled. “Yes. Serves you right for keeping secrets from your girlfriend,” she teased as she began walking up the stairs. “Good night,” she sing-songed before she moved out of sight.

He sighed as he looked out the window. “Yep, I’m completely daft.”