This Subdued Fire

From across the softly blossoming cherry tree, Draco looked at Hermione. With her soot and blood stained face and unearthly glowing eyes, she\'d never looked lovelier to him. He wordlessly reached out a hand to her and she took it. They fled through the throng of people surrounding them and into the forest.

The creatures that normally lurked there were strangely silent and even the trees were quiet. The night darkened limbs bowed slightly in obeisance to the pair. The arboretum recognized the tremendous power these small humans posessed. Even the small shrubs and hedges moved their thorns out of the way so as not to snag the tattered finery of the two.

Finally they reached a clea in in the very center of the forest. The unearthly quiet was pierced only by their harsh breathing. Hermione could see Draco\'s eyes shining like quicksilver in the darkness of the glade. She shivered at his predatory gaze, never realizing that the same hunger was reflected on her face.

Silver and gold flowed into each other\'s arms with a slow seamlessness not unlike warm syrup. The midnight shrouded clearing became filled with the tendrils of magic. Power seeped from their very pores. The kiss was explosive. The hands that stripped off clothing were posessed. Soon, both were sky clad, standing in the shimmering metallic fog that heaved and undulated in the air.

Draco cupped Hermione\'s face in his palms, cradling her as if she were made of spun glass. His lips quirked in a slight grin. That display of a few moments ago should\'ve convinced him that she was stronger than steel. The way she clutched at him certainly brought home that point. He was going to have a bruised backside the way her fingers moved over it. He sighed with relief and pleasure when she moved them up to his shoulders. She kissed him and he let her, their mouths meshing, tongues twining sinuously.

Together they fell on their knees to the preternaturally soft grass. Draco pulled his fingers through Hermione\'s curls, spreading them in a nimbus around her head. She wore nothing but the Malfoy jewels and it pleased him inordinately to see her in them. The glittering stones shone viridescently against the creaminess of her skin. Draco tasted that creaminess and inhaled the scent that was a mixture of roses, lilac and that indefinable deepness that was Hermione herself.

He made his way from the curve of her neck to the tip of her breast. Sucking the coral tip into his mouth, Draco felt, rather than heard, the sigh that rippled through his ladylove. He lapped at her nipple leisurely, alternating licks with gentle nips. Each sound that issued from her throat was like honey coating his brain - it was that sweet. He switched his attentions to her other breast and Hermione felt the sensations like a thousand Fizzing Whizbees whirling in her veins.

Suddenly overcome with the need to reciprocate, Hermione tried to manoeuver down to switch their positions. With little more than an amused twinkle, Draco wiggled from her searching hands and entwined his fingers with hers. He nudged apart her thighs with a knee and moved her hands somewhere above her body. Draco released her and she felt something cool and almost feathery twining itself around her wrists. She craned her neck and saw green and white ivy snaking towards her from the trees and imprisoning her. Hermione turned her face back to Draco and said nothing, but cocked an eyebrow at him inquisitively.

Draco gave his patented smirk and whispered into her lips, \"Turnabout is fair play.\"

And so it was.

Draco left no part of her body unexplored or unloved. He sifted his fingers through the short dark curls at the apex of her thighs and was rewarded with an impatient sort of grunt. He felt the need to give her what she\'d given him in the corridor. No other part but his fingers touched her as he knelt between her outstretched thighs. The very tips of his fingers stroked the flesh that ached with every passing touch. Draco circled her entrance with his index, but never penetrating her as she so desperately wanted. Instead he trailed his way lazily back to the nub hidden in her folds. He flicked it none too gently and found her hiss of pleasurein ain almost too much to bear. She rose up to meet his ministrations and nearly cried when his mouth replaced his hand.

Draco savored her as if she were a confection from Honeydukes. His tongue darted in and out, teasing Hermione like mad. And when he slipped his tongue inside of her, she was off like a rocket. He pulled away to watch her shiver and quiver as the ivy curled further around her, pulling her legs further apart and holding them theree que quieted buill ill felt arousal as a low hum through her body.

Draco began again, using his hands and mouth to bring her to a fever pitch. He cruelly ignored her pleas for him to enter her, to fuck her senseless. The third time around, when she was cursing him and all his ancestors did he acquiesce. He slid into her sensitive, overheated core, feeling her clench spasmodically around him. Draco was so aroused ats pos point that in four short thrusts, it was all over and Hermione was pulled over with him. She found herself loosed from the ivy and wrapped her limbs around Draco.

The stillness of the night was shattered by skies opening up and raining fat, heavy drops on the two lovers. Draco rolled off of Hermione and they lay there, feeling the cleansing cool water rush over them. The laughter began softly at first. A few relieved chuckles and then they were full blown guffaws of happiness and relaxation. Hermione joined him in the laughter, curled up in Draco\'s embrace and enjoying the manifestation of his hilarity in the dancing drops.