A Father\'s Revenge

Draco had felt better than he had in ages. Decked out in his muggle clothing, he had paid a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Granger. He hoped that he had gotten through to them, but he wasn\'t sure. He needed to speak with Dumbledore, but he needed to change first... these jeans were killing him.

Draco softly said the password to the newly restored portrait door that Potter and Weasel had destroyed. He walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. There lay Hermione and Blaise asleep on the couch. Smiling, he walked over to the couch and gently picked up Blaise and carried her into her room. Walking back over to Hermione, he had to smile at how soft she looked, laying there. He shook her slightly, enjoying her faint protests. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at him in shock. \"How long have you been there?\" she asked, grining.

Draco returned her grin, continuing to hover inches from her face. He could feel her soft breath flirt with his skin as she spoke. “Not long. I was going to go to talk to Albus, but I heard you snoring through the door. I thought I should check on you.”

Hermoine smiled through her outrage, her eyes dancing with laughter as she gently hit Draco on his chest. Her hand stayed where she hit him, pinned against his body by some overwhelming magnetic force. Her reprimand was lost as her gaze dropped to his lips. She curled her hand in the material of his shirt.

Draco’s mind raged in debate. He wanted this. Every fiber in his body reverberated with electricity at her touch. Just this once, he kept repeating in his mind. Just this one day… this one act… this one time. He could walk away afterwards; become that cold and unfeeling person the world thought he was. He was good at that, he could do it again. He gently moved his hand to her hair, pushing the strands away from her face. His fingers traced the outline of her lips and he watched as she closed her eyes. Just this once.


Draco slowly lowered his head and captured Hermione’s mouth with his lips. Her hand twisted his shirt and then lifted, her arms twining around his neck. She gently drew him forward onto the edge of the couch and his hands became lost in her body. There was no question anymore. He couldn’t stop. He was lost. Just this once.

Rays of afternoon sun ran through the window and fought with the shadows that cloaked the dim common room. Dusk hovered on the edge of day as Draco tasted Hermione’s lips with his tongue and felt her skin quiver beneath his fingers. He sat on the side of the couch, his body pressed against hers as she leaned back into the cushions with her legs reclined along the sofa. Every minute he spent with her amazed him. She opened to him like no other woman ever had. She returned his sudden caress with an ardor that brought his heart to his knees. She opened her body and her soul to him, laying herself bare in offering. She accepted him with her kiss and understood him with her touch. Her mouth opened against his assailing lips and he slid his tongue into her warm depth.


And I\'d give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow


Hermione’s fingers ran along Draco’s stomach and she could sense his muscles contract at her touch. Her hands gently delved under the restricting fabric and ran up his chest, lifting his shirt as she explored. Their kiss broke for a moment as she discarded the offending fabric, her eyes lulling open as she beheld his sculpted body. She wanted to comfort him without words, to show him with gesture that solitude is never the solution. She gently placed her hands over his and then slowly ran her fingers up his arms as she bent forward and tasted his nipple with her tongue.


Draco watched Hermione as she studied him. Lightening ran down his spine as her fingers tickled a path up his arms, and he couldn’t contain his sharp intake of breath as she tasted his skin. His body was ablaze with ice. The sensation was so extreme it was neither hot nor cold. He lifted her chin with his finger and read the lust in her gaze. His hands tore her blouse open, and in his impatience the buttons fell to the ground ruined. The image of black lace against her alabaster skin tormented his restraint and his lips crashed against hers in a searing kiss. Flesh was thrust against bare flesh as their bodies melted together, their hands wandering as new fits of passion seized their minds.


You\'re the closest to heaven that I\'ll ever be
And I don\'t want to go home right now


Draco ran his hands through her hair, relishing in the feel of her silk strands slipping through his fingers. He leaned her back and followed her down. He could feel her nails run over his skin and tease his senses. Her sent invaded his nostrils; peaches and vanilla. Nothing could smell sweeter, or more tempting. As their lips found a rhythm and their tongues danced Draco could hear a bell sound in the back of his mind. The truth of his surrender fought to find his last thread of sanity. He should be pushing Hermione away, not tempting fate by tasting her flesh. The ringing became more insistent and Hermione gently pulled her mouth from his, her sultry gaze filled with laughter at his confusion.


“Our cryon...Albus wanted us to have dinner with him.” Hermione said while trying to sit up against Draco’s warm weight. She reached out and snatched the cryon off the table, her mind scrambling to remember how it worked as Draco pulled her shirt free of her body. His mouth traveled to her back as she brought the receiver to her ear, her voice shaky as she sank against his lips.


“Hi… uh… hello?” She turned back to face Draco as she listened to Albus, her fingers running down his chest to circle his belly button as she spoke. “No... Professor, no… We can’t tonight, something… ahhh…” Her voice melted into a sigh as Draco began to nuzzle her neck, his tongue and his teeth tracing patterns from her ear to her shoulder. “Yes... Yes! I mean no! No, we can’t make it tonight… yeah, everything is fine. Really great… right there…. I mean here. We’ll be right here working all night. I’ve got to go…” she hung up quickly and the cryon fell to the floor, the casing cracking open on impact. Neither of them noticed.


And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life


They sat face to face, their breath mingling in the air between them. Draco’s eyes were a deep grey as he touched Hermione’s lips with his mouth. Their foreheads rested together and their eyes seized one another. Hermione could read the doubt and the fear that were beginning to resurface in his gaze.


And sooner or later it\'s over


His voice shook even as his hands continued to massage her skin, “We shouldn’t be doing this... I shouldn’t be doing this…”


Her tone held steady as her hand came to rest over his heart. She drew strength from its beat, “You want to. I want to. Don’t turn away because of a ghost, Draco. I’m right here and I’m not leaving. You don’t have to defend me from yourself… I don’t want to be protected from you.” She paused and cupped his cheek in her palm, “I want you.”


Draco opened his mouth to speak but was silenced as Hermione moved her hand to his face. She traced the contour of his mouth and then rested her finger against his lips as if she were silencing a child.


Draco watched as she leaned into him and kissed his mouth. Her motions were tentative and sweet, her air honest and giving. She was offering herself and asking nothing in return. Draco caught Hermione in his arms and lifted her off the couch, carrying her to his room, her arm wrapped around his neck for support. He laid her on the bed and let his eyes roam over her body as she moved back against the pillows.


I just don\'t want to miss you tonight


Hermione admired Draco as he stood at the end of the bed. She could still sense his hesitation. She unbuttoned the top button of her jeans. He knelt on the bed, his eyes clouded with longing. She slowly moved the zipper down, folding the flaps back so a glimpse of her lace panties was exposed. Draco seized the cuffs of the pants and tore them from her body in one smooth motion. She looked into his eyes and shivered as the cold air assailed her skin. He shed his own jeans and covered her body with his.


Draco rested his arms on either side of Hermione’s head, suspending himself directly above her. He ran his hands through her hair, letting the strands tangle amongst his fingers. Her eyes sparkled, their dark depths windows into her heart. He wanted to explain to her… explain everything to her. He needed her to know the danger he presented. He wanted her to want him even after she knew eveything.


And I don\'t want the world to see me
Cause I don\'t think that they\'d understand


“Draco, I understand.” Hermione gazed into Draco’s eyes and lifted her hand to his face. She ran her fingers through his hair and then over his skin and down his neck. She could tell he wanted to say something before they continued, but she wanted him to know it didn’t matter. She knew who he was. He was the man who held her when she cried. He had offered her comfort, and she wanted to give him the same. Hermione wanted Draco to see himself through her eyes.


Draco frowned, his face hovering above Hermione, their noses almost touching. She held his gaze and he was powerless to look away, “You can’t understand. You don’t know… you don’t know what happened because of me. You don’t know what I do...”


And you can\'t fight the tears that ain\'t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies


Hermione smiled and brushed her lips over his mouth, “I do know. Trust me. Dare to dream, Draco. Just for tonight… just this once.”


Draco pulled back and watched the angel beneath him. Hermione looked up at him, her gaze unwavering. Just this once… she had said it herself. Suddenly, though, tonight wasn’t enough. He wanted every night. He wanted her.


When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you\'re alive


Draco captured her mouth, running his teeth over her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and gave in to the torment, returning it as she pulled his lip into her mouth. He unclasped her bra and drew it down over her arms, casting it aside. His eyes studied her in awe, “You are so beautiful.”


A blush rose on Hermione’s cheeks as a smile toyed with her mouth, “So are you.” She drifted soft kissed over his jaw line and gently took his earlobe in her mouth, racking her teeth over his skin as she heard his moans of pleasur

Hermione was pushing Draco to the breaking point. He ran his mouth over her body, paying close attention to both breasts before traveling down to her flat stomach. His tongue flirted with her belly button and then ran over the edge of her lace panties, drawing a gasp of delight from Hermione. He caught the black lace in his teeth and gently slid it down her body, pulling it the rest of the way with his hands. He moved back up to face her and slowly slipped his fingers into her warmth, testing the moist flesh that waited there. Her eyes were the deepest hue of green as her passion exploded within her. Draco held her gaze, meeting and mingling in a mosaic of need.


When everything\'s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am


Hermione could feel the sweat emerge on her skin and moved her hands down to Draco’s boxers. She pulled the material down as far as she could and was glad when Draco kicked them off the rest of the way. She ran her hand over his length, relishing in his struggle for breath as she tightened her grip. She guided him to her center, and it was her turn to catch her breath as he gently pushed inside her warmth.


Draco paused, allowing them both time to adjust to the perfection of their union. They moved together slowly, their pace increasing as they both strived for release. Hermione ran her hand up Draco’s slick back, her nails grazing his flesh and pushing him closer to the edge. Draco’s lips massaged Hermione’s mouth as their tongues danced in the same rhythm as their bodies. He felt her tighten around him and her reaction moved him to utopia. He collapsed on top of her, their breath heaving in their chests.


They lay there, still, caught in the magic they had created. Neither wanted to move for fear they would shatter the moment that enveloped them.


Worried that he was crushing Hermione beneath his weight Draco gently rolled to the side, capturing her in his arms and moving her with him. She rested her head on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart. He let his lips gently caress her skin and pressed a kiss to her hair. He moved his arm and drew the blankets up to cover them. Hermione’s breathing fell to a steady rhythm and Draco could tell she was asleep. He ran his fingers over her face, touching her shuttered eyes and tracing the full curves of her lips. She smiled in her dream, her hand tightening reflexively on his arm. Her hair was spread out in abandon, covering his shoulder. He watched her well into the night, his gaze troubled by the emotions that were taking hold.
Hermione had taken hold.


I just want you to know who I am

Draco awoke with a start.. it took him a minute to realize where he was.. he was in his room.. on the floor. He looked up to his bed and saw Hermione nestled in the covers. Jesus, that was a dream? Draco groaned at the tent in his lap... it had felt so real.. her skin.. her acceptance of him. He had to be losing his marbles. Everything had been so real.. The cryon, which Dumbledore had said was like a feelytone... whatever that was. He made a mental note to ask Hermione.

Suddenly, a sound at the door alerted Draco to Harry Potter\'s presence at his door. Damn that stupid invisability cloak! He hurridly got up and grabbed the blankets off the floor. He threw them into the corner of his room and got into bed with Hermione. \"Hermione.. Hermione!\" He whispered, shaking her body. Her eyes snapped open. She opened her mouth to protest, but he took the advantage and pressed his mouth to hers.

Song: Iris by the Goo goo dolls