Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

AN: Sorry for the delay in updating, my net decided it wanted to be a brat and not load certain pages. Shall we just say, bunnies with evil intentions overran my net provider until they fixed the problem! >)

REVIEWS:
Jessie: Yea, it did happen quickly, but don't worry, this isn't a 'one smutt scene' fic. There will be more down the road!
Avanell: ~~Here~~ is what's up with Draco!!! Spoiler: Inner revelations soon to happen!

Chapter three: Like and Love

Had anyone been in the Manor at the time of the couple's union, they would have heard the mingled cries as far as the lonesome library in the east wing. Draco had not thought of putting up silencing charms around his room but since both his parents were out and only the house elves remained, he let loose with his vocalizations.

Sweat dripped down the channel in his back, over his brow and down his nose. The room was surprisingly cool except for a pocket of air around the pair as they thrashed and ground against each other. Hermione's hair dried but dampened just soon after with her own perspiration but she paid no heed to it. Her entire focus was on Draco pumping into her with a delightful rhythm.

She finally got enough nerve to meet his thrusts with ones of her own and the new sensation caused her to become deliriously heady. She was vaguely aware of a pressure in her abdomen coupled with electric jolts each time Draco's body met her's yet she was completely taken by the act itself instead the feeling it provided.

So when her climax came upon her it wracked her body with licks of fire and ice through every nerve. Draco exploded within her moments later and they rode the cresting and crashing wave in each others arms. Warmth spread in the wake of fire and ice, the feeling of being filled made Hermione's eyes flutter open.

“Draco...”

Said boy lifted his head and stared down at her. Sweat soaked hair hung in limp strands but she thought he never looked more enticing. Bright grey eyes were masked in clouded smoke which cleared very slowly.

“Hermione...” He whispered, voice gravelly from the exertion.

She wiggled under him and he shifted off of her. Perspiration glued their fronts together so Hermione ended up being pulled to Draco's side. In a show of ultimate tenderness she had never truly experienced, he wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her close. His nose buried itself into her neck and so she rested her cheek against a fevered brow.

Draco didn't sleep right away, instead he waited until the girl at his side calmed her labored breathing into steady deep breaths of sleep. Time was his while Hermione dozed. He muse, he thought, he remembered. He reflected.

Memories of cruelty came back to him, past insults and scathing remarks directed at her and her two closest friends. Inwardly he cringed, hating himself for the filth his father decreed that his son should spew. He never really felt that way but growing up in an aristocratic family, some things, no matter how distasteful, were expected in order to save face and keep a firm hold on the top tier of the 'Families'. He couldn't even relent when he was on his own in the castle. Someone would grow suspicious and report back to his father.

Narcissa was a different matter. While she normally sided with Lucius, she was born a Black. Blacks were as proud as the next pure blood family but her private views matched more with Sirius than with the man she ended up marrying. Draco knew this of course so he felt more relaxed while in his mother's company. He felt safe with her and he trusted her to not betray his secrets.

As long as nobody knew they were together like this, there would be no retribution from his overbearing father. A soft tremor ran the length of his body. He didn't want to think of what his father would do to him. To him? To Hermione! To him, this girl was slim on his boots, not fit enough for house elves to clean. Plus, she was sided with Harry Potter. The only act of betrayal Draco could further commit to his father would be to bed the raven haired boy himself. Not only would Potter be strung and quartered, but so would Draco.

He might be forgiven for sullying himself with Hermione, but he didn't care. He had no intention on giving her up, despite all the pressure from the world, Dark Lord included. If there was anyone he feared more than his own father, it was his father's master. The evil, twisted wizard would kill Draco as soon as look at him were wind to get to him of his 'conquest'. Or he'd steal Hermione away and use her as leverage to get Draco to serve him and help destroy The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Draco raised his left arm and looked at the patch of bare, alabaster skin that shown in the moonlight. How dreadful it would be to have the dark mark marring his flesh! He could almost see the hurt in Hermione's eyes if he were forced to take the Mark and serve her heated rival. Just the thought of her turning away from him, after so long of him wanting, was enough to cause a sudden pain in his stomach that radiated up to his chest. His arm tightened around the sleeping form on the brunette and she stirred.

“Draco?” Hermione murmured sleepily.

“Yes, darling?” Draco responded, the words flowing out of his mouth before he could stop them.

It was enough to waken Hermione completely.

“Darling?” She questioned, her brows contracting to a perplexed frown.

Draco felt blood staining his cheeks in a light blush. His hand rubbed up her bare side gently while he fought to find words to explain his sudden intense feeling.

“I...I'm sorry...It slipped out. I was just thinking of...things.” He finally managed to utter.

“What things?” Hermione asked, her unsatisfiable curiosity getting the better of her.

Grey eyes flicked away and a low murmur was heard.

“Just...things. Like, if my father were to know about this...or his master. What would happen to us, both of us. If the Dark Lord forced me to take the Mark or used you against me to force me to serve him...”

Hermione just stared at him. It was one hell of a subject to wake up to! Then something clicked into place.

“Use me against you?”

Draco paused. Maybe he was wrong in his thinking that Hermione would have enjoyed his company enough to seek it out continually.

“You know, were he to be under the impression that you and I...” He amended hastily.

“Together?” Hermione asked quietly.

“Yeah...”

“But...we aren't. We just had sex...” She said, looking up at him in time to see the flicker of pain cross his face.

“Draco?”

He turned his head away, convinced that he was right.

“I'm sorry for bringing this up. Just...go back to sleep, okay? I'll try not to wake you.”

“Draco...” Hermione repeated but the tone caught his attention and forced him to look back at her.

“Are you wanting...” Hermione started to say but found that she couldn't exactly say the words.

“Are we...” She tried again, and failed.

“I want to be.” Draco whispered, his eyes veiled by his long, black lashes.

There was silence. Draco's heart thudded in his chest. He should have kept his mouth shut and enjoyed what they had!

“It would be impossible...nobody would stand for it. Your family, my friends...half of Hogwarts!” Hermione said, a touch of regret in her sombre voice.

“We wouldn't have to tell anyone. We could keep it secret until the end of the school year.” Draco responded, latching onto any excuse to keep whatever this was going.

“This would be a hard thing to keep secret...Ron would murder you, Harry would murder me...Your father...” Hermione cut herself off. She didn't want to think of what Lucius Malfoy would do any more than Draco did.

“I wouldn't let them touch you!” Draco swore vehemently.

Hermione was taken aback by his sudden show of aggressiveness. She mused silently to herself for a few moments. When she spoke, her words were as soft as a light zephyr of wind, tone like honey and full of sincerity.

“You're not the same Draco Malfoy I knew just a few short weeks ago. A few hours ago, even. Something has changed you, and I'm glad you are who you are now. I like this new Draco, the one who makes me feel...incredible. I don't like the idea of going back to Hogwarts and resuming our feud. But if people were to find out...our lives could become miserable. We would never have peace, the peace we have now.” She said, gesturing around the room.

“If...If we were to do this...would it be worth all the trouble?” She asked, brutally honest and forthwith in her concerns.

“Hermione...” Draco started, at a sudden loss for words after her small speech.

Was it all worth the trouble? Hermione was gorgeous, smart and talented. But her blood status was well below what his family would expect of him. Not that he cared, but his family had ways... Hermione's friends loathed him with every fiber of their beings. The would rather see him beaten to a bloody pulp than lay a finger on their precious Gryffindor girl. Or so he assumed. They haven't really given him any reason to think differently. If only he had come into his own person sooner, he might have been able to cultivate a friendship of sorts with the Golden Trio.

Then there was the Dark Lord. It was a matter of days before he would be summoned with the opportunity to take the Mark and join the ranks of Death Eaters. If the Dark Lord performed Legilimency on him and saw his attachment to one of his opposers, he would certainly would twist it to his own advantage. That would put Hermione in immense danger. But didn't they already put themselves in danger annually, consecutively, ever since they started school, six years ago?

“Hermione...” He began again.

“I wouldn't let anything happen to you.” He finished simply, but just as much sincerity as Hermione.

A smile slowly pulled her lips into a wide grin. Draco felt his breath hitch at the smile and leaned it to smother those lips with gentle kisses. Hermione met his coming head on, new passion fueling the battle of mouths. Draco finally turned the tables by pulling Hermione on top of him, both their naked forms shadowed and highlighted by the near full moon hanging just outside the blonde's window.

Hermione's legs fitted around Draco's waist as she sat on his lap with him laying out on the bed before her. A slowly growing hard lump alerted her to Draco's arousal and she shifted to allow it room to grow. With a hip nudge and a coy grin, the blonde tried to convey his desire without the use of words.

“Again, Draco?” Hermione asked. Always the astute one.

“Do you really have to ask?” Came the chuckled reply.

AN: Ok, sorry it's so short but I've been dealing with crappy net connection, sickness and a rather rambunctious two-year-old. I'll update once a week, and if your lucky, and I get enough time, twice a week.