Unknown Love

Chapter 5 Blood Red Neckties

Three weeks had passed since their tour of the city. She had been tempted to run again, like she had in Dallas. But that was three months ago now, and she'd grown emotionally stable in the meantime. Besides, she hadn't really thought anything about Micah other than he was good in bed. She hadn't wanted anything more, but it seemed he did, so she ran.

Jared was a different story, though. She felt so... connected to him. Aside from being easy on the eyes, he was intelligent, caring, and easy to talk to. She still hadn't told him any specifics about her past. A generalization here and there, and when he asked why she came to America in the first place she had told him all about Aaron, but that was it. She could tell that he was holding out, but she wasn't all that concerned. After all, she wasn't about to expect him to bare his soul to someone he had just met. Plus, he had been there for the war and who knew what toll that took on his psyche. He had come here to get away from it (who could blame him?) and got a job at the Ministry, and moved up in ranks over the years.

The sex was great, and she looked forward to spending time with him. A couple of weeks ago she decided that she was bored when she wasn't with him, so she found a potions lab that was able to be rented out on a monthly basis, so now she was spending her days brewing potions. She was currently working on one to get rid of scars permanently. When she had paid special attention to the light scars on Jared's chest, kissing them, and lightly nipping at them, it had caused him obvious discomfort, though more to do with the menory of how he got them, which he wouldn't tell her, than any physical ailment. There were probably a lot of people from the war, and just in general for that matter who would probably like to get rid of their scars for one reason or another.

He had been impressed with her skill at potions, though she didn't tell him of most of the ones she had invented; not only was it a little embarassing, she knew he would wonder if she were using them for herself. She felt bad about keeping her true identity from him, but it was getting to a point where she knew the she could only tell him that she wasn't Aurora Rose Bennett from London unless she was ready to leave him and go back to England. She didn't think that he would take the news of her lying to him about such an important thing very well. But she was having true fun, and loved his companionship; something she hadn't really had from Aaron for a long time before the break-up.

They talked about their childhoods, how he was brought up to be a purebred snob who could only think and speak his parents' viewpoint. He was glad to be done with that; disliking people for no good reason was not only time consuming, but also exhausting. She told him about how she didn't know that witches and wizards even existed until she found out she was one at the age of ten. It had explained so much.... she had just thought she was wierd. He loved for her to tell stories of growing up as a muggle; the idea of not having magic and having to do everything by hand was fascinating.

The next morning when she had talked to Ginny she had been reminded that she had to come home for at least a few days in the upcoming week; it was the ten year anniversary of the Death Eaters attack on her wedding. Every year the survivors of the war from her class and the years surrounding got together for a few days to remember their friends and have a good time with those who remained, and as the years passed, their families. She couldn't believe that it had slipped her mind that it was coming up. She was the one who organized the whole bloody thing to begin with!

It posed her with a definate problem, though. She had to tell Jared something. She just wasn't sure what - the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, or the quasi-truth that she had to go to a party for her dead friends. If she went with the first option, he would most likely be gone, and she didn't really want that. The second one, while it could work, left open the question of whether or not he would be offended if she didn't invite him as it would be a chance for him to meet her friends. Then there was always the option of not saying anything and just leaving, but they had been.... dating? seeing each other? whatever, long enough that he would definately need a reason for her to suddenly leave.

She thought over her conundrum whenever she took a break at her potion throughout the day.... she now had it so the mixture would get rid of light scars, but only for a few hours. She had been testing it on herself as she had a few scars from surgery as a child as well as from the war.


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At seven o'clock that evening, the two met at an exclusive restaurant for dinner. It had been two days since they had seen each other, and absence had made the genitals grow fonder. In fact, Hermione spent a decent portion of dinner with her foot massaging Draco's upper thighs under the tablecloth. When they finally left, he had to silently cast a charm so the other patrons wouldn't see the large bulge in his trousers as he walked past on the way out.

Upon apparating back to Draco's apartment he started to rip at her shirt, but she stopped him before walking into his bedroom with him following her closely, his hands roaming what they could reach of her body. "Lay down on the bed." she ordered. He quirked an eyebrow at her, but complied, trying to strike an evocative pose. Murmuring a spell under her breath, he was suddenly splayed on the bed, invisible ties keeping him firmly in place.

"Hey!" he protested, trying to squirm out of the magical hold.

She sauntered over to the bed, and straddled his stomach. "I thought we could try something new," she whispered against his earlobe before taking it in her mouth, nibbling the flesh and caressing it with her tongue. "Do you want to?" She was now kissing the length of his jawbone to his chin before making her way to his other ear, taking care to skip over his mouth.

"Yes," came the moaned answer as she moved to his collarbone, teasing the spot where the bone gracefully jutted out with her mouth.

"Good." Her voice now had an authorative tone to it, giving him shivers up and down his spine as she bent down to give his lips a chaste kiss. She sat straigh back up, kneeling over him as she untied her wrap dress and threw it off to the side, leaving her in only a red lace bra and matching panties. He groaned at the sight and she gave him a small smile before she leaned over and slowly unbuttoned his shirt with her teeth, starting from the bottom, making sure to lightly graze his body with her tongue as she made her way up to the top.

She tenderly yet forcefully kissed his lips as she removed his shirt completely from his body. Once it was on the floor next to the bed, she moved back down and ravaged his nipples, while lightly tracing patterns around his belly button with the fingertips of her right hand; the left one was busy with the nipple her mouth was currently neglecting. She had found that the small act had a profound impact on him, as he started wimpering in between gasps.

She moved to continue the patterns with her tongue as she used her hands to undo his belt and zipper, eliciting a deep moan from deep within his chest, causing her to smile up at him before she started to pull off his trousers and boxers at the same time. When the material had only come down a few inches, she began sucking on his right hip where the leg met the torso, following the indentation in his body down as the clothing was slowly removed.

Soon his throbbing manhood was revealed, but she ignored it, kissing the inside of his leg all the way down to his ankle before his trousers, boxers, and socks joined the rest of the clothes on the floor. Moving to the other leg, she kissed up to his left hip. By now Draco's whole body was writhing to try and get some friction to his penis, but to no avail. "Please, Aurora."

She lifted her head up, moving to look at him so her face was about a foot away from his, cocking her head to the side as she asked "Please what?" She lowered herself to suck on his neck, her nails gently scraping his chest.

"Touch me, fuck me, just let me feel you."

She sat back on her heels, as if pondering his request. "Perhaps," came the answer through a wicked half-smile.

"Please," he begged.

Her smile transformed into a smirk before she replied. "If you feel so strongly about it....." She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her wand. After saying a couple of words under her breath, Draco was still bound to the bed, but now he was sitting up with his wirsts tied to the headboard with blood red silk neckties. His legs were straight out in front of him, ankles held together with another tie.

"What the hell," he muttered under his breath as he surveyed his new circumstance before looking back at her. Now she moved to straddle his legs, leaning forward to gift him a searing kiss. When she pulled away, he pouted, only to be rewarded by her reaching behind her with one hand and unclasping her bra. She let the strap of one side fall down, shortly followed by its twin before the whole garment fell atop of his raging hard-on. He gasped when it landed, the first touch to his appendage this evening and boy did it feel good. Leaving the bra as it lie Hermione cupped both her breasts with her hands, massaging and pinching them, making Draco wish her hands were his own.

She kneeled up, and presented her left breast to his mouth. He inhaled it greedily as if it were the nourishment he had been waiting on for weeks. When he bit it she pulled away from him, lightly smacking his lips while shaking her head at him before feeding him her other breast. She was soon gasping with pleasure from the sensation.

Hermione stood upon the bed and tantalizingly slowly removed her panties. She stepped forward, resting her knees on Draco's shoulders, and positioning her wet pussy above his face before holding onto a hook that had appeared above the bed when she had repositioned him. He immediately took it into his mouth, imbibing all of her juices, nibbling at her clit and jabbing his tongue inside her. It didn't take too long for her to come, but he didn't stop his assault on her until she moved away and bent down to taste herself in the depths of his mouth.

She then kissed down his strong chest until she finally took him into her mouth. He almost came right away at the warmth surrounding him. She moved her head up and down in a rhythm with her hand, her tongue caressing and teasing him at every moment. When he did come, his dick stayed rock hard as she swallowed his seed.

She got back up and with such stealth that took him by surprise, impaled herself on him. Kissing his lips, she whispered the words "Finite Incantatum" into his mouth. When he realized he was no longer bound he flipped her onto her back, firmly holding her hands above her head, and pounded into her heat. When she cried "Harder!" he went harder and when she pleaded for him to go faster, he also complied. Soon she was over the brink, taking him with her as she screamed Jared's name in her release. They fell asleep with him still buried in her softness, his face nuzzled into her neck.