The Baby Project

Chapter Thirty-Two

Adia,
I do believe I've failed you.
Adia,
I know I've let you down.
Don't you know,
I've tried so hard to love you in my way.
It's easy to let go


The walk to the headmaster's office had been the longest and most mentally demanding treck that Draco had ever made in his short life.

What sort of conversation was supposed to transpire between two people who were talking to eachother, but yet still awkwardly avoiding each other's presence?
What were they supposed to talk about? The weather? Slytherin's current lead on Gryffindor for the House Cup?

He thought this sort of stuff was supposed to be easy for him...and yet for some reason, he was completely and utterly tongue-tied and unable to say anything that he wanted to.

'Women' He thought to himself with a sigh.
She was the only one that left him unable to think properly, like some kind of drug that took over the senses. And after what she had said to him on the way out of the common room that they shared together, he was afraid that their situation was no longer in his hands.

No.
Hermione Granger was officially in control of the whole cherade, and Draco knew that with her unpredictable nature that she was sure to take him places that he was certain that he may not want to go.

' I'll show you tonight'

That sentence was either a lifeline or a deathwish.
Was there something significant that she felt she needed to share with him? Was she about to share her feelings and go all girly on him?

'Hell no...Hermione Granger doesn't do the 'girly' thing...'
Or was this all some kind of trap to get him back for the ruption that he had caused earlier today?

Draco shuddered at the thought.
The last thing he needed was for Granger to start playing mind games with him...that really would send him over the edge.


Hermione looked over at the blonde haired boy sitting next to her on an identically plush leather chair like her own.
He hadn't really looked at her much since they had arrived in Dumbledore's office, at the moment he seemed more interested in staring at the large pine desk infront of them.
Maybe what she had said had put his mind into overdrive?


Well, in that case he really wasn't the only one.
'What the hell did you have to go and say that for, you stupid cow?'


She almost winced at the name that her brain had called her.
Those words she had spoken were never supposed to actually be released from her mouth, but yet somehow she managed to blurt them out...and now she was contemplating that Draco would be expecting something from her.

Would it be a bad thing if he was? And even if he was expecting something, it wasn't as if she actually gave him a clue as to what she was going to show him...She could think of a few things, ofcourse.

Her foot kicking his arse would be one thing...but she didn't feel the need to beat him to a bloody pulp anymore.
Not after what he had said to her in the Common Room.
But saying that, was it possible that he could still be angry with her for selling him out for her friend?


Hermione glanced over at him again.This time, he glanced over at her too.
He held her eyes for a split second, before smiling slightly and looking away.

Hermione frowned.
Did arguments just roll off his back so easily?
Okay, so they had kind of sorted it out.
Things had been said...many things that were not said with the spoken word...he didn't seem irritated with her -

"Ouch!"

Draco glanced around at her, trying to stifle a laugh.

"No, no baby...let go of Mummies hair"

Airyn's cherub face smiled gummily as she tugged harder on Hermione's curls, closing her fingers around the tips and pulling them down to see them up close

."A little help here would be nice" Hermione told Draco irritably, her head bent over as her fingers tried to prize Airyn's hand's out of her mane of hair.
Draco would have very much liked to of sat there watching the spectacle all night, but by the sound of Hermione's voice he was sure that if he sat there watching any longer, then he would have been on the recieving end of a vigorous kick up the arse.

'Is this what its come to? Am I really under the dicisively large thumb of Hermione Granger?'


Shaking that thought from his head, Draco stretched over Hermione's chair and lifted Airyn into the air gently, making her giggle and instantly let go of Hermione's locks.

As Hermione straightened out her hair, and Draco tossed his baby into the air, the door to the Office finally swung open.
Both teenagers looked around to find a rather sullen looking Professor Dumbledore, and an equally glum looking Professor McGonagall standing before them.

Something told Hermione that this did not bode well at all.

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"I think you know why you are here" Dumbledore told them, his voice solem and his eyes no longer holding that famous trademark twinkle.


"Are we in as much danger as I'm guessing?" Hermione asked the headteacher quietly, watching out of the corner of her eye as Malfoy's chin rested upon their daughter's curly head.


"He's a man, not a monster" Draco answered her, his voice unusually monotone.


"You know as well as I that you can never put anything past Lucius" Hermione almost bit back.


"He may be a bastard, but he's my father" Draco tossed back, feeling a little angry about both defending his father and also feeling the need to ridicule the man himself.


"Please " Dumbledore interrupted, seeing the spark of anger suddenly appear in Miss Granger's eyes. "Although this may be a potentially dangerous time for you both, I sincerely doubt that the solution will be arguing amongst yourselves"


Hermione frowned.
"How much of this do you know?" She asked curiously.


"As much as I have been able to find out, Miss Granger." Dumbledore answered

"Are we in life threatening danger, Sir?" Hermione asked him almost immediately after his sentence had ended.

The Headmaster looked at the young adult from over his halfmoon spectacles.
He recognised the tell-tale signs within her immediately; He knew that she was already thinking of ways to protect her 'child'.

"As of yet, nothing can be certain" He answered honestly.

"This is ridiculous" McGonagall interrupted from the corner of the room. "I do not understand how a high member of society can get so offended about a school proje-"

Hermione and Draco shot her death-defying glares simultaneously from across the room.

And that was when they realised just how much trouble they were in.
Both teenagers looked down at their daughter; sucking her thumb and wriggling around on Draco's knee, trying to decide whether she wanted to try and pull herself up into the standing position, or whether she was perfectly fine where she was.Airyn was a project.


That was the basic fact of the matter...she was not meant to grow past four years old.
One day they would both wakeup and their baby would disappear from their lives.How were they supposed to live with that?

"Lucius is thinking of his heritage" Dumbledore continued, breaking both Hermione and Draco from their own thoughts.
"He is worrying that word will spread about your 'project' together...he seems to have the idea that both of you will form some kind of relationship with one another...he worries about his pureblood reputation"

Draco sighed heavily.
He knew that factor would come into it somewhere.
But what was the point in his father worrying about something that would never cause him any harm?

"I think he plans on doing whatever is necessary to stop the project"

Draco shook his head.
"Stop saying 'project'...this is not what its about anymore"

"This is exactly what it is about, Mr Malfoy" The older witch cut in once again.

Draco looked around at her.
"No...its about a child, Professor"

Professor Dumbledore closed his eyes for a few moments. Whatever he was thinking about never showed upon his face, but when he opened his eyes once more, he looked upon the two teenagers sadly.
"Whatever your feelings for your father, Draco...please put them aside for a moment"

Draco nodded reluctantly.
His relationship with his father was hostile at the best of times.
They acknowledged eachother, and were often within eachother's company...but they were never really 'there' with eachother.

"If Lucius plans on disrupting the project, then the only way for him to physically do this is by getting rid of all evidence that the project ever existed"

Hermione closed her eyes tightly, and her left hand instinctively reached over and started to stroke Airyn's soft, curly hair.

"He wouldn't kill a child" Draco told the Headmaster in a quiet but angry voice.

"But he does not see young Airyn the way that we all do" The old Wizard answered calmly. "He sees the child as nothing more than a black mark against his Pureblood record"

"He's right" Hermione stated, suddenly finding her voice. "He will find a way to get to Airyn"

"Hogwart's is protected by all sorts of charms, though" Draco argued back at everyone. "My Father may be good with the Ministry, but he's not clued up enough to think that he can get in here without being undetected"

"He does not have to be undetected...Your Father is part of the Ministry for Magic, Mr Malfoy...he has the right to access this School if he feels the need to"

"Can't you stop him?" Hermione asked, keeping her eyes on Airyn.

"Not without drawing attention to the fact that we know what he is upto" Dumbledore answered.

"Does it matter that we know?" She asked again, sounding confused now.

"It does if we want to makesure that we are aware of what Lucius is upto at all times" McGonagall told the girl.

Silence consumed the room.
All that could be heard for a few short moments was the little groans of boredom coming from Airyn.

"What do we do?" Draco asked, finally breaking the deafening silence

.Dumbledore closed his hands together and rested them upon his desk.
He was aware that he had little else left to do for the trio.

"We send you into hiding"

Hermione's head shot up to stare blankly at the Headmaster.
Draco instinctively drew Airyn closer to him.


Both teenagers glanced sideways at eachother momentarily, before their eyes met with Dumbleedore once again.

"Myself and Severus have arranged a temporary hideaway for the three of your to continue with the project without the fear of Lucius finding out where you are"

"Outside of Hogwarts?" Hermione asked worriedly.
It all sounded very risky.

"Yes" Dumbledore answered, nodding at the girl. "Somewhere that Lucius would never think to look"

Draco frowned.
"Where is this place?"

Dumbledore put his finger to his lips slowly.
"Ah...I am afraid I cannot convey that information, Mr Malfoy...I can only say that all three of you shall be taken there tomorrow morning"

"After breakfast?" Draco prompted again.

"No..I am afraid that under the circumstances, we cannot wait that long" Dumbledore answered the boy honestly. "You shall be collected from your common room tomorrow morning at Four am, and from there you will be taken to your destination."

Hermione's head was in a whirl.
How long were they going to be hiding away for? What were her friends going to think about her just disappearing?

"What about Harry and R-" She glanced over at Draco, who winced momentarily but then regained his anxious posture. "-On. What do I tell them?"

"Tell them nothing for now" McGonagall told Hermione. "When Myself and Professor Dumbledore feel it is safe for them to know, we will inform them and allow a point of contact"

Hermione visibly relaxed a little.
Atleast her friends would be notified eventually.

"So what do we do from here?" Draco asked curiously, hoisting Airyn up onto his shoulder as her head buried itself into his neck.

"You can go to your common rooms and pack your necessities" McGonagall told them directly. "Do not worry about the crib and the other baby facilities...we will send them over to you as soon as you arrive at your new location"

"Are we to stay in this new location for the rest of the project?" Hermione asked them curiously.

Dumbledore looked solemnly at her.
"You will reside there until all three of you are out of unnecessary danger"

Somehow, that made Draco feel ten times worse.

Dumbledore signalled that the meeting had come to a close.

Both teenagers stood from their seats and made their way over to the door.

"Professor Snape will be collecting all three of you from your quarters at approximately three forty-five am" Dumbledore told the couple as they opened the door to step outside. "From there you will be taking a form of travel to reach your destination"

The head students nodded briefly, before glancing at eachother momentarily and exiting.

"Why did you not tell them about your meeting with Lucius?" McGonagall asked a few moments later, after checking that the students were out of sight.

Dumbledore contemplated the answer for a moment.


"What they do not know will not harm them"

"Is he planning on asking you to stop the project?" She asked him curiously.

"I assume so" The Headmaster. "But on the other hand, it could be a chance for Lucius to do some searching"

"You mean; he wants to seek the project out?"

From the look in Dumbledore's eyes, the witch got her answer.

"But Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger will be safely out of harms way by then" Dumbledore assured her. "They will be able to see the rest of the project out safely"

McGonagall nodded, but did not feel quite as positive as the Headmaster.


They were treading on thin ice...and it was only a matter of time before they broke through.


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"How much do I put into my trunk?"

"Not too sure...enough to last you, I suppose"

"How much do you think that will be?"Hermione sighed and looked over at Draco.


"I have no idea...just pack everything I guess"

Men...incapable of doing even the most simplest of things.

Hermione had packed hours ago...now it was just a waiting game.
Neither she nor Draco had spoken much to eachother on the way back to their common room. Ofcourse; there was plenty to talk about, but on the whole the both of them felt more unprepared than ever to discuss the situation.

But there would be plenty of time to talk about things once they were in their hideaway...with only themselves for company. Around eachother every second of everyday...no escape from eachother...no escape from their emotions...feelings...confrontation...tension...

'Get it together, Hermione!' she berated herself. 'At the end of the day, it will atleast give you both the chance to clear the air and say your peace...'

"This is stupid" Hermione heard the boy mumble as he walked up the stairs once again.
She could tell he had been pacing in his room. His hair was disheveled as his hands had ran through it, and she could see dark shadows under his tired eyes.

"Is Airyn asleep?" Hermione asked him from the bottom of the stairs.

"Shes out like a fairy-light" He whispered down the stairs at her. He then came back to the foot of the stairs and threw a few garments down them.

"Watch out"

Hermione jumped back; the offending garments about to hit her directly in the face.

"I can't see why you didn't just pack them in your room?" She asked him, sounding annoyed.
Draco shrugged as he carried a few books in his arms, gliding down the stairs.

"I'm rubbish at packing"He wasn't wrong.


Hermione could only stare in disbelief as she watched the blonde haired boy throw things into his trunk carelessly, scrunching t-shirts into tiny balls and not caring where they landed.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked him, now getting thoroughly annoyed with his behaviour.

"I told you I was rubbish at packing" He answered as he threw his books ontop of the mangled pile in the trunk. "I've never really had to do it myself, never had the patience for it"

"You're hopeless" She told him desperately, almost feeling sorry for the scrunched up clothes within the trunk as he closed the lid in an attempt to flatten everything further.
He looked at her and smirked for the first time in a while.

"Does it make you want to help me?"She knew exactly what he was trying to do.

She wasn't a fussy person; but some things needed doing properly...like potions needed to be draughted...and spells needing the right incantation. Yep; clothes definitely needed to be folded.

"You're unbelievable" She told him haughtily, before shooing him from the top of the trunk and setting about the task of tidying it properly.

"I've been told that a few times, to be honest" He told her, picking at his fingernails. "But none of those times have been in this type of situation"Hermione didn't answer, but she rolled her eyes at his comment.

There was a moments silence.


"What were you going to show me, Hermione?"

She instantly whipped her head round to look directly at him.

What had caught her off guard? The fact that he had got straight to the point? Or the fact that he had called her her real name, without being prompted?

Draco studied her momentarily.
He wasn't quite sure what had made him say it...possibly the fact that they had ran out of conversation since the girl had given in and was now re-packing his trunk. Did he say thankyou now, or later?

Sure; he was thinking about what she had said earlier on tonight What sort of seventeen year old boy didn't think about a sentence that was so full of unanswered questions?
He had honestly never thought about anything so much before in his life...besides sex, anyway.

Silence encased the room like ice; echoing around the walls, bursting into eardrums.

Hermione broke the eye contact and turned around.
If she carried on packing then maybe the conversation would go away?

No.
It suddenly made Draco more determined than ever.
Grabbing the conversation by the balls, he gave it one last shot.


"Is this another one of those times where you say something, and then I end up being the one in the dog house?"Hermione sighed.


"No" She answered him quietly.

Ah, good.
Atleast she was actually giving him a response.

"So...are we only good when we're not actually talking about 'Us'?" He asked, making quotation marks with his fingers around the 'Us' part.


Hermione slowly turned to face him again."It's not that" She answered, putting her face into her hands and rubbing her temple with her fingertips. "We've gone on like this for so long...I guess I just don't know how else to really act around you" She told him truthfully.

Draco was taken back by her statement.
She could see it in his eyes. She knew that deep down however, that he was probably feeling the same thing.
"Do I really put you on edge that much?" He asked her curiously.

Hermione got to her feet and stepped towards him slowly.
"It's just so hard when things keep happening to us...it's like taking one step forward, only to be pushed back two steps each time."

"Are you talking about you and me? or doing this Proj-" He winced visibly at his own words, "- looking after Airyn?"

Hermione wasn't quite sure what to say.
"Everything" She admitted honestly.

Draco looked at her, not really knowing how to go about answering her honesty.
He knew exactly what she was talking about.
It was like going round in one big circle...everytime they made a little progress with eachother and Airyn, there was always something there to drag them back again.

"There's nothing we can do about it" He told her truthfully.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes clouded with an emotion that he couldn't quite pinpoint...was she upset?

"I just feel-"

"-Trapped?" He finished for her.

They both nodded and smiled slightly at eachother
.Hermione watched as he stepped closer to her; goosebumps unconsciously appearing upon her skin.

"I don't like the way that everything just seems to keep getting harder for me" She told him, trying to ignore the fact that he was only a few inches away from her.

"Well, it's not exactly a walk in the park for me either, you know" He answered with a sarcastic tone to his voice. "Alot of shit has happened over these past few months...and alot more is about to happen now, too"
Draco wasn't quite sure if he liked where this conversation was going.
He knew that as always; they would have something important to discuss...but they were getting in deep already, and he wasn't too sure how much further he would be willing to go.

"Do you think we will ever get the chance to try and live like a normal family by the end of this project?" She asked him with a sigh.Draco looked at her strangely.


Family? ...
The word felt fuzzy and warm when he thought about it. How strange that such a familiar word could have such a strange effect on him.That was when he realised.

'Bloodyhell...when did I turn into a man?'


A Man.


The word associated with a male who was making his way in the world...a grown up boy who had to start making decisions...making hard decisions.

Like what they had to do if their family was in trouble.
Draco smiled to himself.

He stepped closer to Hermione once more, and she felt her breath hitch when she felt him brush past her.
He closed the lid on his trunk and sat down. He then looked up at her with a small smile and motioned for her to sit down next to him.She moved slowly, but not anxiously. She no longer dwelled on what she should and should not be doing around him anymore.
It felt more natural sitting next to him, than it did to sit next to another Gryffindor besides Harry, Ron or Ginny ... how things had changed.

"I think we both knew that it would never be easy" Draco told her casually. "I mean, lets face it; we were the two most ill-suited people to be put together for a school project...but overall? I think we've handled it pretty well" He turned his head to look at her and smirked.
Hermione nodded in agreement.


"You were a complete and utter arsehole in the beginning-"

"- Watch it." He butted in, but Hermione could hear the humour was clearly etched within his tone.

Hermione nudged him playfully with her shoulder.
"You can't deny it" She answered him as he nudged her back, that smirk still on his face. "But then again; I wasn't exactly the Queen of politeness, either"

"It's just the way we are" He said matter of factly. "From day one we were supposed to be two people who never got along"

"Says who?" She asked him stubbornly. "I only started hating you when I found out what a stuck up tight arse you were...and how much of a horrible bastard you were to me because of my-"

"-Blood?" He finished her sentence.
He looked at her again, watching her facial expressions. "That is all our differences have ever been about"

Hermione gave him a look.
"You're just getting this now?"

"Pipe down, know it all" He answered mockingly. "Everything is about blood...it defines who we are...our status in the world" He took his eyes away from her. "Atleast, that's what I used to think it was about"

Hermione carried on looking at him.
"And now?"

He shrugged, but still didn't look at her.
And now what? What was he supposed to say to that?
He wasn't supposed to be thinking like this at all; but he was. Is this what happened when you let someone in?
Did all of your views and opinions come crashing down like walls caving in around you?

"And now?" He said finally, sighing. "I don't even know where my blood ties lie, anymore"
And it was true.


Did he side with the man who had raised him?
The man who had been his idol since he was a small boy?

Or did he side with his makeshift family?
His halfblood daughter, and her Muggleborn Mother?

He knew the answer to that question within the second he had thought it.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, both lost within their own thoughts.He was the first to break it.


"Did we just have our first grown up conversation, without resorting to death threats and name calling?" He asked sarcastically.


Hermione gave a small laugh.
"I guess you can be a normal Boy, when you want to be"

He shrugged again and then looked over at her.
"Maybe I've just given up being what people expect me to be" He told her in a quiet voice, looking into her eyes. "Maybe I think it's about time I started being the man I'm supposed to be"

Hermione smirked at him, still keeping eye contact.
"Where did your sudden spout of wisdom come from?"

He chuckled.
"Maybe it's always been there, but I've never used it?"

Hermione almost snorted.
"Oh please. Draco Malfoy? Have infinitive wisdom and NOT use it to try and put me down in some way or another? ... give me a break" She chuckled.

He showed her the white of his perfect teeth as he half-smiled at her.
"I'm actually quite intelligent when I want to be" He told her proudly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I don't doubt that"

"But that's not the point" He continued. "The point is that I'm intelligent enough to know if we want to keep both ourselves and Airyn from being found, then we have to concentrate on doing what we have to do to keep ourselves safe"

Hermione was gobsmacked.
"Who are you, and what have you done with the real Draco Malfoy?" Did he see his father as much as a threat as she did?

He rolled his eyes.
"I know what he's capable of, that's all" He told her, as if answering her thoughts. "He's my Father, and I do respect him...but some of his morals are wrong" He looked over at her. "I followed his words for years; thinking that if I lived a certain way, then I could never be put down, or made to feel less than I was...but nothing ever works like that"

"But he's hurting you by wanting to hurt Airyn" Hermione told him sadly. "How could you respect-"

"Because he's my Father" He answered. "I've told you this before...he can be a bastard...but he's still the man that raised me"

Hermione wasn't sure what she could say back to the sentence.
She could hear the tinge of sadness within his voice. She knew he was torn.

"But that doesn't mean that I want to be like him"

Hermione understood.
Not only was he realising that he had been living a certain way for many years...but he was also learning that if he wanted to move forward with his life, then he had to learn that he could not control everything that went on around him, unlike his Father who could dictate and manipulate so many people.
But the best thing about it? ... He was admitting it all to her.

"She told me that she wants to see you happy" Draco told her suddenly, sliding away from the subject.

Hermione frowned in confusion. What the hell was he going on about now?
"Who told you?"

"The red head" He answered casually. "She came to see me today because she doesn't like to see you looking miserable...said something about you needing to be happy"

Hermione gave a small smile.
"Well, yes. I would like to be happy every now and then"

Draco gave a snigger.
"Wouldn't we all" He answered. "But forced me into thinking something that I don't think I've actually thought about before"

Hermione was listening intently now.
Not only was it strange that they were talking about Ginny, but it was even stranger that they were talking about Ginny, AND the fact that Draco had actually listened to what she had said.

"Go on" She prompted casually. She didn't want to rush him, she needed him make him tell her in her own time.

"This whole thing with that Dick-" He glanced at her and saw the small glint of annoyance appear in her eyes. "-with Weasley" He corrected. "Sure, I'm beyond pissed off at him for what he tried to do to you-"

"-We've been over this" Hermione sighed, finally getting up from the trunk and standing infront of the boy.

He stood too, matching her gaze.
"Just hear me out" He told her impatiently. She crossed her arms over her chest as he continued.


"Even though what he did was wrong and unforgivable in my eyes" He took a deep breath. "My anger comes from the fact that I wasn't there to protect you"

Hermione's eyes saddened. He felt the need to protect her?

"You're Airyn's Mother" He told her as an afterthought. "I need to protect anyone connected with her"

She understood, but was sure that at sometime or another he was bound to understand his true reasons for protecting her...it was so clear for her now; she just had to wait for him to catch up.

She kept looking into his eyes, then she suddenly quirked an eyebrow.
"And you only realised this after a conversation with Ginny?"

Draco went silent.

"Well?" She asked him impatiently.

He shrugged and looked over at the fireplace; deciding that he didn't like to look into her eyes when she knew she was getting the better of him.
"She might have said a few things that pointed me in the right direction, yeah." He told her stubbornly. "Nothing that she can gloat about, though...I got there in the end, didn't I?

"Hermione gave him another small smile.
"While we're on the subject of Ginny, and while we're coming clean." She started; no time like the present. Taking a deep breath to prepare for her next sentence. "What you did to me today in the corridor was wrong"

Draco lifted his head and went to speak.


She got there first.


"No, let me have my say, now." She warned him. "You were right with what you said before; you had no right to announce my problems to the school. You made a fool of me, and you made me feel like crap for the rest of the day"

Draco said nothing.


"I know that you feel you have to protect me, you have made that pretty clear from our last conversation." She reminded him with a small smile. "But you have to let me sort out my own problems"

He shrugged.
"Fine" He told her after a moments silence. "From now on, you can sort yourself out"

"Thankyou" She told him honestly, taking a step closer to him but not knowing what she should do next.

He studied her face for a moment, a smirk appearing on his lips.


"So" He started.
"Back to where this enlightening conversation began..."

Hermione looked at him curiously.


"What were you going to show me?"

Hermione had completely forgot, and if the look on her face was anything to go by, she was about to panic.
She had nothing to show him, or did she? Had she learned nothing from their conversation tonight?

"What happened to you letting things go?" She asked him; a small pout appearing on her lips.

Draco stepped closer to her, looking her small and fragile frame up and down.
Hermione recognised that look...she liked that look.

"I only let things go when I feel they've run their course" He told her quietly, still inching towards her until she could practically feel him touching her.

"Smart arse" She giggled slightly, looking up at him as he closed the remaining gap.

"Oh, I can be smarter than that, Hermione" He told her, biting his lip as he looked at her. "If you want me to show you?"

She didn't say a word.


She looked into his eyes and was mesmorised by the colours that she saw swirling around.
She felt his breath on her face as he leaned towards her, his lips meeting her right ear.

"Just say the word" He whispered.

It was amazing how sensual he could be, when he wasn't even touching her.

"Yes" She breathed.

It didn't take long for Draco to have her in his arms; he loved the feel of her small frame touching his own.
Her mouth was inviting and her hair had a scrunchy texture to it that made his fingers crave contact. His mouth covered hers soundly as their tongues fused together passionately; a battle of wills.


Hermione wasn't sure how they had got there; but she suddenly found herself being pushed backwards onto the couch.
His body was ontop of hers in seconds, covering her in lean muscle and feathery light kisses across her face.
She knew that he was resting between her legs. He hadn't pushed them apart; they had simply been positioned that way as she fell, and he had fallen into them.


The kisses got more heated as Hermione found herself gasping for air more frequently, and she was sure she could hear a few low groans escaping from Draco's lips. He tasted delicious, but his lips weren't the problem.

His hand's could not get enough of her.
One was currently twisting her hair between its fingers, whilst the other one was outlining the curve of her breast.
She faught the urge to curve her body upwards to feel more of his warm hand, but it was no good...she needed to contact more than ever before.

"Been so long" He told her through rugged breath, his fingertips starting to squeeze her left breast.

She moaned in reply.
Feeling that familiar tingle from the heated pleasure, she surged her hips upwards, only to have her breath quicken as the friction increased tenfold.

Draco had obviously felt it too; his left hand was now allowing it's fingertips to draw tiny circles around the fabric where her nipples could be found.

She bucked upwards again.
It felt too good...god knew what the actual thing would feel like.
Draco lifted his lips from her neck and began to open the buttons on her blouse.
He raised his eyebrow a little at her when he noticed the hot pink bra underneath...he never imagined her to wear something so...saucy? But that didn't matter now. What mattered was the breast hidden beneath the fabric...the breast that he had just uncovered and was now enjoying the view of.

Hermione almost yelped when she felt his lips cover her nipple.
From their first experience at this, she was aware that she really liked the feel of his lips working their magic in that particular place...but she was caught off guard as she had forgotten just how good it felt.
He could hear her groaning.


He loved that sound...it made him feel powerful. He instinctively ground his hips against hers, making sure she could feel every inch of his erection, which was growing in size with every glutteral moan from her lips.
As his lips worked her breast and his hips worked her groin, Hermione was helpless to stop the pressure she could feel growing.
Was it possible to orgasm without having to touch your most sensitive parts?
How was she to know?


What she did know was that her legs had unconsciously widened, and now they were wrapping themselves around Draco's hips. She could feel his hand leave her hair, only to travel down her body and rest at her outer thigh. She felt him hoist her right leg higher beside him, until it was almost reaching her chest.
Then he brought his hips forward, directly to the one place that she needed it.

"Oh God..." She moaned quite loudly, before bringing the pillow from behind her head and covering her face with it.
She held it there for a second before Draco removed it.


"No" He told her; the look in his eyes almost animalistic. "I want to see your face" She dropped the pillow onto the floor instantly, and reached up to bring his lips to hers bruisingly.


She let her groans escape into his waiting mouth as he continued to flick his thumb over her nipple, whilst grinding himself against her.She needed more.

"Mr Malfoy? Miss Granger?"They both froze momentarily.


They looked at eachoter for a few moments, before realising that there was actually no one there in the room with them. Both of them jumped up quickly, still in a daze from their explorations a few seconds ago.

"Ye-yes?" Hermione answered finally, looking around frantically as if she should have been acting like she needed to be done something inconspicuous.

"I'm here to collect you both" The familiar drone of Professor Snape came through the Common room door.

"I suggest you get your things immediately and meet me in the corridor.

They looked at eachother again.


That look of 'Why now?' spread across their faces.

"We'll be there in a minute" Draco answered, finally giving Hermione a small smile.

Hermione returned the smile, and then went to walk past him to collect Airyn who was still sleeping in his room.
He caught her wrist as she walked past.

"This isn't finished" He promised her with a smirk, looking down at her school shirt...open for all to see her exposed breasts.

She didn't care.
"Count on it" She answered him with a coy, sultry smile.

He could have cursed Snape.
Talk about bad timing.


oxoxoxoxoxoxo


A/N:

Long awaited, I know...and i sincerly apologise for that *slaps her own wrists*. I hope everyone actually remembers this story lol!!

I could go into detail as to why i havent updated...but i guess the important thing is that I have...and there will be more to come too, since its starting to get interesting (ive changed my whole 'middlish-ending' plot, and i think this gave me the kick up the arse i needed to start writing again!!!!)

Also; AkashaTheKitty ... you're officially the biggest wakeup call like, EVER!!! so THANKYOU!!!! :-D

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