Drowning in Reality

You're going to love me, really. Or at least the story. Read on, you'll see. Leave reviews. Oh and I still need a Beta. If anyone is interested



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There is a moment right before we push the missing piece of a puzzle into place. A moment when we feel the shape of that piece in our hand, when we revel in it and stare, and when we look at it, dumbfounded, wondering how we never noticed it before. In that moment a million things fall into place, things we never thought to contemplate before. It’s a strange moment, really, and it has a name. Epiphany. That moment, that scary, exhilarating and utterly frustrating moment is the moment we find ourselves on the edge of a realization. The light bulb that normally turns on by a spark of electricity is sparked now by epiphany. Epiphany. What a strange, scary, exhilarating and utterly frustrating moment you bring.



Hermione Granger couldn’t breathe. She was sure her ears were deceiving her, but what a painful trick they were playing. Attempting to remain calm she cleared her throat.



“Could you repeat that?” She seemed so composed, but her eyes shown with such an absolute inability to grasp this new reality bestowed upon her. Draco Malfoy smirked, a smirk of genuine care and goodhearted amusement.



“Repeat what, Granger?”



“What you said. I’m afraid I might have misunderstood.”



“The entire thing, Granger? Tisk Tisk. I can’t very well recreate that entire moving speech-”



“The last part. Just the last part.” Licking her lips in a flurry of confusion, her hands shook and her body wracked with nervous trembles of laughter. Her heart was moving a flutter. Her stomach wrung itself into painful knots. She was sure her head would roll away until she realized it to be preposterous as she was positive it was momentarily still attached to her neck. The very blood in her veins was thick and seemed to be moving at snail speed.



“Oh, I’m happy to oblige. I think I’m in love with you.” Practically choking now she rocked herself, still seated in his lap.



“Of course, I didn’t think you really said- wait- what?”



“I simply said that I, Draco Malfoy, have found myself to be in love with you, Hermione Granger. And if I wasn’t sure before your reaction has set it in stone!” Draco chuckled, and found he couldn’t control the mirth that was spreading through his body. She didn’t even have to say it back, he knew already how she felt. He could see it so easily in her eyes, her eyes that conveyed such complicated emotions no poet could lay them on paper.



“I’m in love with you too.” On a gasp she clamped her hands over her mouth. “Did I say that out loud?” A sheepish grin spread across his face, and he snuggled his headed into the crook between her neck and shoulder.



“Granger, you’re incredible. You’re amazing, and now, you’re mine.”



“I am not property-”



“Shh, don’t ruin the moment by opening that lovely mouth of yours. That mouth-” he lifted her up out of the chair and placed a tender kiss to her lips as he carried her out of the room. “Those eyes-” And he placed a kiss to each of her heavily lashed lids. “That cute button nose-” He continued, placing a kiss to each of her features; her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and forehead were not to be left out. They entered his room and Hermione gasped at the sight. He’d lit candles, and, though really cliché and Hermione was almost embarrassed, he’d strewn red and white rose petals across the room and bed. It was a four-poster bed with green covers and tan sheets. The pillows were a burnt red color that made her sigh to look at. Something about the room seemed so masculine and alluring. Emptying her from his arms he positioned her in the center of the bed, her hair running wild across the pillows. He thoughtfully removed his shirt and pressed his bare chest against her. When there lips met there was an immediate tone of desperation, but Draco fought to remain in control of his emotions. He drank her in as if she was the elixir of life and he was a dying man. Fingers running into her hair he murmured her name over and over into the pair of lips that met his.



“I love you; I want to show you, I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”



“Hmmm, you’re succeeding. Less talking, more touching.” When his hands found her breasts, she arched her back to meet him and his hands rubbed across the prominent peaks through the cotton of her shirt.



“I need you.”



“I know. I need you too. Make love to me, Draco. Make me scream your name like you claim to be so infamous for.” On a chuckle he removed her shirt, and fumbled with the clasp on her bra. “Touch me.” His lips met the buds of her breasts quickly and he marveled at how perfect she was. Her areolas were the color of what he’d call ‘antique rose’ and her nipples reacted so swiftly to his attention he had to restrain himself from devouring her. A flick of his tongue had her gasping for air. His hand snaked down her torso to open the button of her jeans. His skillful hand unzipped and removed the jeans, and was astounded to find she wore nothing underneath them. On a groan he rubbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger, loving the catlike purr that escaped from her throat. While one hand worked her clit the other was working on memorizing every aspect of her body. Where she loved to be touched, where she had scars and dimples in her skin, the colors on every inch of her body. He wanted to always remember the way her hair smelled like roses and her skin of vanilla. Her body was beginning to drip with beads of sweat. Before he could push the thought into the confines of his brain he thought of how he’d like to be touching her for the rest of his life, to make love to her as an old man before drifting off into eternal sleep. He thought of how he wanted to hold her in his arms forever, and never let go. There was beauty in that want, in that want of a commitment to their foreseeable future, but Draco had never known a want anything like it, and he was terrified. The vibrations her body began to emit drew him back, she was moaning out her ecstasy as she poured herself into his hand. He removed his hand, and moved it to his lips, wanting to taste her sex, a moment before his fingers touched his own mouth she grabbed his wrist and sucked his fingers into her own mouth tasting for the very first time her own femininity. Fully aroused he sank his lips down to hers before sliding down her body, his head was bent towards her, and he stared into her eyes when his tongue danced across her clitoris. She writhed against him, bucking her hips, hoping he would bury himself deeper into her.



“Antsy are we, Granger? Hold your horses, why don’t you? I’ll make you scream, and that’s a promise.” With a tender kiss to each of her inner thighs he abruptly shoved his tongue into her, she gripped the sheets and held her eyes closed. “Look at me.” She felt empty without him inside her, without his body making her crazy. “Look at me, Granger, look at me when I bring you to your climax. I want to see you when you’re so hot for me you can’t stand it anymore.” Her eyes met his in challenge, and then in utter disbelief that he could make her rise even higher. His face buried into her, one hand menacingly rubbing her clit, the other molding her hip. His tongue was running across her folds, diving in and out in a primal rhythmic dance of power. He had the power to make her see only him, feel only him and he wanted to cash in on it. She was biting her lip now, fighting to look him in the eyes, her eyes were cloudy, but his were so sharp, sharp with the want of her, with greed. Bucking hips aroused him beyond belief, and he slipped his more-free arm around her back to pull her ever closer to him. With a gleam of conquest he heard her scream his name, her body shaking as her orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train.



“I made you scream my name, it’s so lovely to hear it when you’re flushed with want of me, with the glow of your pleasure all over your body. It’s not over yet, darling. I’ll make you scream yet again.” He rubbed his manhood against her clit, allowing her to take a good look for the first time. Her eyes went wide, he was so large, she gauged him at upwards of nine inches. A fleeting thought of how he could ever fit inside her nearly made her back down. Before she had a chance to say a word he drove his hips into hers and felt her body squeeze around him. She was so tight and so wet for him. He saw her wince of pain before the pleasure came and he almost asked her if she wanted to stop, but she started to moan and rock her hips into him. He had a moment of sheer glory when it crossed his mind that no other man as well endowed as him had buried himself in her; he thought that if they were ever to part ways, she would compare her future lovers to him and the impressive size of his member.



“Draco, make love to me.” Her voice was breathy, agitated, and so amazingly sexy. He pulled the entire length of him out and she whimpered, she felt bloody empty again. He filled her, filled her so completely. Her head flew backward and her chest arched forward when he rammed himself into her, and in a moment he’d set a pattern. She was moaning endlessly for him, for him to fuck her harder. He was happy to oblige. He slammed into her as if the world were coming to an end all around them. The headboard was thumping hard against the wall, he felt mildly sorry for the house elves, but he was too enthralled in the blissful feeling of being inside her to give it much thought. When she came the walls of her pussy constricted around him, and he emptied himself into her. He was happy to hear her screaming his name. Never wanting to leave her, he remained inside her when his body collapsed. In the moments before sleep overcame him he rolled her over on top, knowing his weight would crush her slight frame, and he was still inside her when she fell limply to his chest.