To Save the Life of a Mudblood

A/N: Thank you so much for sticking with me through this

A/N: Thank you so much for sticking with me through this. Here is the next chapter. Thanks again to Kady, my loverly beta!!
Chapter Five: To Dance by the Light of the Moon

Hermione was on the last of the Moon books when a light tapping on the library door drew her attention. She glanced up to find Narcissa Malfoy standing in the doorway.

“Miss Granger, may I have a word?”

“Umm… sure,” Hermione replied, trying to be polite, after all, she was a guest in the Manor.

Narcissa led her down the hall into a large open ballroom area. Hermione froze at the entrance, dread filling her stomach and causing it to ache. She had purposely avoided this room the entire time she had been working at the Manor. This room held too many horrid memories, memories she had worked years to banish. Narcissa turned, confused before realizing exactly why Miss Granger was not following her.

“Oh, my dear! I am so sorry! Forgive my thoughtlessness!” Mrs. Malfoy quickly returned to the doorway and laid a hand on Hermione’s back to guide her down the hall to a smaller sitting room.

“It’s… it’s quite all right.”

“No, it’s not. It was thoughtless of me to attempt to drag you into a room that held such horrid memories for you. Allow me to take this time to apologize for my family’s behavior in the past. I know words mean very little without actions behind them, so I hope you will give us a chance to make up for all the malice we brought to you.”

“That’s very kind of you, Mrs. Malfoy,” Hermione replied, wondering how sincere her words truly were.

“Now, there was something I wanted to talk to you about…” Narcissa started, but was cut off by Draco bursting through the sitting room door.

“Hermione! I… I need…” he gasped out, grabbing the doorframe to keep from falling as the room began to spin.

“Draco!” Narcissa called out, running to help him to a chair in the corner.

Hermione was in shock. She had never seen Draco Malfoy so disheveled looking. He had a confused look on his face and she could tell he was sweating, profusely. His eyes were darting around the room until they fell on her.

“Granger, I… I need to talk to you, please,” he rasped out, his breaths coming in pants now.

“I’ll just leave you two to talk, we can finish our discussion later,” Narcissa spoke quietly before leaving them alone and closing the door behind her.

Hermione walked over to Malfoy and knelt before him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… I don’t know. At first it was just a jittery feeling, but it’s been gradually getting worse. I feel… I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin! It’s too hot in here,” he complained, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on his shirt.

“Malfoy, your face is flushed, are you running a fever?”

“I… I don’t feel achy, do I feel warm?”

Hermione placed a delicate hand on his forehead and felt a jolt shoot down her arm to settle in her stomach. She gasped out loud at the tingle that went through her body.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I… I don’t know, but I think I know what you meant by jittery.” Hermione glanced out the sitting room window to see that the sun had just set.

“The moon,” he whispered.

“The sun just set, the moon will be rising before long.”

“I guess this has something to do with the spell then.”

“Malfoy, about those ‘feelings’ and ‘desires’. We really don’t like each other. What… what if the spell reads those thoughts and amplifies the bad feelings. We could end up really hurting each other!”

“That’s not the point of the spell. Why would a spell that is intended for spouses cause them to attack each other? I really don’t think it’s going to do something like that.”

Hermione had to agree that what he said made sense, but on the other hand, they really didn’t know anything about this spell or what it might or might not make them do. She tugged on the collar of her robes, noticing for the first time just how hot this room was!

“Malfoy…” she started, but he interrupted.

“Draco.”

“What?”

“Call me Draco, just once, please?” he asked, his eyes pleading with her.

“Draco,” she whispered, moving closer to push his platinum blond hair out of his eyes. He caught her wrist in his hand and brought it to his mouth to place a kiss on the inside.

She jerked away from him.

“What are you doing?”

“I… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Hermione stared at Malfoy, the tingle in her stomach turning into a dull ache. Her breathing quickened as she stared into his gray eyes. The reasons she had for hating the youngest Malfoy were quickly fading from her barely working brain. All she could think of were Draco’s lips and how they would feel pressed against hers. She slowly leaned forward until her lips gently brushed his. The ache in her stomach exploded and she moaned into his open mouth as she thrust her tongue in to battle with his own.

Draco gripped her shoulders to steady her and keep her from falling flat on her bum as he deepened the kiss.

“Hermione, if you don’t leave this room now, then there will be no stopping,” he warned her after ripping his lips away.

Her only answer was to stand up and straddle the gaping blond before pressing her lips against his once more.

Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. His hands splayed against her back and pulled her so that their chests were pressed against each other. His mouth left her lips to trail hot kisses across her jaw and down her neck until he found a sensitive spot just below her ear.

Hermione growled low in her throat. There was an unfamiliar throbbing between her legs, begging to be acknowledged. With little thought, she started unbuttoning her robes.

Draco, realizing what she was trying to do, brought his hands back to her front and began helping her with the miniscule buttons.

“Damn these things. You crazy Purebloods and your primpy outfits.”

“Screw this,” he muttered, ripping the rest of the buttons off. “Much better.”

Hermione reached around and undid her bra, exposing her pebbled nipples to Draco’s ferocious gaze. He lunged forward and latched onto one red bud, suckling on it roughly. She moaned and pressed herself against the growing bulge she could feel beneath her right thigh.

Draco grunted and thrust gently against Hermione. He pulled out his wand and muttered a quick spell to divest them both of their clothes. She let out a gasp as the cool air hit her heated body.

Hermione slowly lowered her gaze to his swollen appendage. That was one sight she had missed last night. He was built down there the same as the rest of his body. Long and lean, but powerful looking. The small part of her brain that was still working managed to notice that wizards apparently believed in circumcision as well as Muggles. His head was swollen and glistening with pearly drops of liquid.

“Enjoying the view?”

Hermione snapped her eyes up to his, a witty retort on the tip of her tongue, but swallowed it at the fire she found burning in his eyes.

“Yes, I am,” she whispered, gently taking his length in her hand, amazed by the smoothness of it.

Draco attacked her lips again and wrapped his hands around her waist to lift her up and over his erect shaft.

“Guide it in,” he murmured against her lips.

“How?”

“Just hold it steady and lower yourself down.”

Hermione did as she was told and slowly lowered herself onto him. They both sighed as she settled down onto him all the way, a feeling of fulfillment surrounding them both.

Draco helped her find a rhythm and soon she could feel the heat growing in the pit of her stomach. This was far better than anything she had ever experienced with her own hand in the privacy of her bedroom. Every thrust, every brush was amplified and it all felt… right. This was where she belonged; this was where she needed to be.

“Hermione, love… I’m not sure I can last.”

She pulled her lips away from his when he started to speak and looked down into his face. Never had she seen Draco so open and full of emotion. His hand wandered in between their frantically moving bodies and brushed against her tender nub, sending her spiraling into the sweat abyss, his name on her lips.

“Draco!” she screamed out as her world exploded.

“Ah!” he shouted, kissing her frantically and holding onto as he pumped his essence into her clenching depths.

The two heaving lovers clung to one another while their world righted itself. Draco gently brushed her errant curls away from her face and trailed kisses across her check and nose.

Hermione gently stroked the hair that was curling at the nape of his neck. He felt a tingle run down his spine to settle in his lower region. Surprised, he glanced down to find himself hardening once again.

“Is that normal?” Hermione asked in a nervous voice.

“Uh, no, but then nothing about tonight is normal,” he admitted in a husky voice, his hand trailing down to brush the curls resting between her legs.

“We can’t stay here, your parents could come to check on us,” she moaned against his throat, the heat in her stomach igniting again.

Draco wrapped his arms around her and Apparated them to his bedchambers.

A/N: well, another chapter, but don’t get spoiled by the quick updates, I don’t know how long this can last, but like I said before, I WILL not abandon this story, and I plan on at least updating once a week, if not more as long as I feel okay. Thanks!