Harmonious Fire

Chapter Six
She looked at the man above her, with complete love in her eyes. He was torturing her with light feathering kisses down her neck, both of their clothes had been strewn across the room in their haste to have skin on skin contact.
"Draco," she whispered, "I can't....please...I need you now," she purred in his ear. He chuckled, his hot breath searing across her skin,
"All in good time lover, all in good time." He whispered. The confidence in his voice, masked the fact that he was shaking with need for her. He wanted to memorise every inch of her, make up for the six years they had been separated. She was writhing beneath him, his lips were cool against her skin, his hair was tickling her as he made his way down over her collarbone, between her breasts. She gasped as she felt his tongue dart out and lick her, she moaned wishing he would touch her where she needed it most. As if he had read her mind, his fingers trailed up her leg, making her moan with want. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head away from her,
"Fuck me Draco!" Looking deep into her eyes, he stalked back upwards, and smashed his lips into hers. She ran her hands down his back, feeling the remaining scars from that horrific night all those years ago. She shivered as the memory hit her, he felt it run through her, and peered back. Tears sprung to her eyes, he wiped them away with his fingers,
"Don't think about it baby, you are back where you belong, and I swear nothing will take you from me again." He kissed her sweetly, she smiled and felt his hand drop back to her thigh, inching ever higher to the place where she wanted him most. His fingers brushed against her, the barest of touches, but it sent tingles racing all over her. Hermione leaned upwards, whispering desperately into his ear,
"Please, please, make me feel whole again. I want you, all of you," He obliged, removing his hand, positioning his hips and thrusting into her. She moaned at the feel of him, six years meant nothing, she was with him again and nothing, not the outside world or the war mattered anymore. She brought her legs up around his hips, urging him deeper into her, grasping at him. He was smothering her neck with kisses, biting and sucking at her skin, marking her for the world to see. They lost themselves in each other, remembering their time together, creating new moments to savour. She was the first to cave, screaming his name as the world quaked around her. He lost his resolve hearing his name spill from her lips, she felt him inside her, burying himself so deep that she feared he would never let go. Not that she wanted him to, she wanted to be a part of him forever. Then all was quiet, and they lay still, joined together, neither wanting to separate. However, a noise from the door interrupted their post coital bliss. The flare of a match, and the strong smell of Italian cigarettes, all the things she associated with her other lover. She peered over Draco's shoulder, and lo and behold there he was, smirking at them, a dangerous glint shone in his eyes, and he raised an eyebrow,
"Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" He drawled, in a voice that melted into her skin like butter. She smiled back, fluttering her eyelashes at him in a fake coy manner,
"Only if you promise to be gentle," she teased. He smiled dangerously,
"Oh, I plan to be anything but gentle with you," Draco chuckled, then pulled himself out of her, getting up and walking towards the dark haired man, smoking by the door. He tugged the cigarette from Blaise's hand and smirked, taking a long drag. Then he said,
"What did you do with that Weasle?" Blaise grinned evilly, then peered over at Hermione, she had an intrigued look on her face, Blaise shrugged,
"He's in one of the guest bedrooms, bound and gagged naturally. I had to resist the urge to beat him senseless," Draco smiled, Blaise continued, "What should we do with him?"
"I want him to watch," his answer came from Hermione. Draco turned and looked to her, laying gloriously naked on his sheets, she had an intensely evil look on her face. Her eyes travelled up and met his, she glared deep into those silver orbs and said in a low and somewhat malicious tone, "I want him to feel it, to feel what's coming. To see what we are. Then we kill him." She finished simply. Blaise met her eyes to, they were now shining black, and the distant rumble of thunder caught the air. Draco shuddered, the power, he could feel, was crackling around all three of them, stronger then he had felt in years. They could all feel it, he looked back at Blaise, whose eyes had darkened to that inky dark indigo colour. He raised his eyebrows at his Italian lover, as if to say, 'what do you think?', Blaise responded,
"Let's see if he can handle it," Draco hooked his hand around the back of Blaise's neck and pulled him into a searing kiss. She rose from the bed, and prowled over to them. She traced her finger up Draco's spine, watching as her lovers fought each other for dominance. Naturally Draco won as always, shoving Blaise back into the wall, continuing his assault oh his lips. Hermione watched with contentment and adoration, as Draco's hand found its way into Blaise's trousers. Blaise growled with pleasure, and locked eyes with her over Draco's shoulder. She was standing by the fire, shrouded in the darkness in the room, the sliver of light from the moon outside casting a celestial glow over her body. She draped a silk robe around her, covering herself from his gaze, her eyelids battering in a teasing manner. Draco, meanwhile was driving him wild, Blaise was unable to contain himself, pulling the blond forward and kissing him roughly, then groaning as he came. Draco leant to his ear and said,
"That's all you're getting for now lover. Go and get the Weasle. Then we can fuck our witch," His tongue darted out and licked Blaise's neck, "Together," he finished, in a barely a whisper. Draco pulled his hand out of Blaise's pants, but then delved into his pockets, smiling at the Italian cheekily. Blaise eyed him dangerously, the realised that Draco was just fishing around for a cigarette. Blaise pulled the packet out of his other pocket and said,
"You could have just asked,"
"Where's the fun in that?" Draco said with a wink, taking the packet off of him. He shoved himself off the wall, and walked to Hermione. Blaise was left shaking his head as he left the room to go and get the prisoner. Draco looked at him go, then turned to Hermione,
"You sure you want to do this?" She nodded taking the lit cigarette from him and pulling a long drag from it. She smiled darkly up at him, pulling him forward closer to her,
"I want him to hurt as much as I did when I lost you. I want him to feel that pain. Then I want you to kill him. Kill him for me Draco?" She said huskily, eyes dark, the flames from the fire flickering in them. He tossed the cigarette out of her hand into the fire, then grabbed her round the waist, smashing his lips into hers. Their passion burned the air around them, Hermione smiled into the kiss. Yes, the world would burn and they would arise like a phoenix from the ashes to take what was rightfully theirs. They would destroy everything and everyone who had kept them apart, starting with one Ronald Weasley.
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Ron looked around frantically, he had woken in a dark room, bound and gagged. He tried to slip the ropes off his wrists, but they were bound to fiercely. The rope bit into his skin, carving deep red welts that burned when he moved. He sat up as best he could and attempted to get his bearings, but the darkness was all consuming. There was something wrong in this place, something evil. A shiver ran down his spine, the darkness not only lived here, but it was thriving. He was determined not to panic, though his situation was not looking all to good. His head was throbbing where Zabini had clocked him one, and his vision was blurring round the edges. Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open, outlined in the light spilling in from the corridor was Blaise Zabini himself. Those emotionless dark eyes pinned Ron to the ground, making him slightly quake in fear. Then Blaise smiled, a disarming, malicious grin,
"Finally awake then brother-in-law!" Ron mumbled something, though he was inhibited by the gag he wore. Blaise walked over and removed it, "Sorry, what was that?" Ron curled his lip,
"Fuck you," he snarled. Blaise only laughed, then hauled Ron up by his hair, dragging him out the room and down the corridor. Finally he stopped at a set of open double doors, walked through and tossed Ron into the corner. His head slammed into the floor, making the pain in his skull worse. He narrowed his eyes at the darkness, managing to make out shapes moving in the shadows. A fire flared in the grate, casting a soft glow over the room. His eyes widened in horror, for standing by that fire was his wife, wearing only a shear silk robe, flanked by Zabini and Malfoy, both stripped to the waist. She looked, different, happier definitely. Malfoy was whispering in her ear, and she was giggling. Then to Ron's horror, she started to unbuckle the blond man's trousers. Ron tore his eyes away, almost gagging on the sight. The noise caught their attention, and all three turned their heads to look at him. She extracted herself from her lover and walked to her husband, she grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to look at her. Leaning down she whispered in his ear,
"You see Ron, didn't I tell you? He came for me, and now you're going to pay for what you did to us," Malfoy came up behind her, encircling her waist with his arm. The Dark Mark stood out from his pale skin, an ugly reminder of who had stolen the girl he loved from him. Hermione continued, but in a louder tone so Draco could hear, "Didn't you ever wonder, why every time after we made love, if you could call it that, I disappeared?" Ron shook his head, resignation had set in his features, he was going to die here, of that he was sure. Death he could handle, but the torture that she was going to inflict on him before would be worse to endure. For now he had realised why they hadn't killed him straight away, she wanted him to watch. To watch her fuck her Death Eaters. She tilted her head, slapping him, bringing him back to the present, "I had to get your stench off me, it repulsed me. I felt dirty and sick. I couldn't stand it. Then, you know what I would do? DO YOU?!" Blaise chuckled, she peered over her shoulder at him, lying nonchalantly on the bed, he called in a singsong sort of voice,
"I'd answer her Weasle, she gets kind of hard to control when she's this riled up." Draco looked over at him and smirked. Hermione looked up at her lover, who had turned back to her and was nibbling on her ear, his hand slipping inside her robe. She made a soft mewling noise, calming under the feel of his fingers. Ron looked away, disgusted, muttering,
"Whore," under his breath. Draco's head snapped up, his eyes darkened in anger, in an instant he had pulled Hermione behind him and had Ron by the collar against the wall,
"What the fuck did you just call her?!" If Ron was frightened he certainly didn't show it know,
"She's a whore and she knows it!" Draco raised his arm and landed a vicious backhand across Ron's face, splitting his cheek open. He then dropped him to the floor and kicked him in the stomach, Ron felt a couple of ribs crack in the process, making him cough and splutter. Hermione only snickered, then continued with her little story, watching as Draco continued laying into Ron with all he had,
"I would go to the library, sit at my desk and think about fucking Draco. You see, the pathetic excuse for a sexual encounter you gave me was nothing compared to what he gives me. So I would think about him, then I would stick my hand down my knickers and bring myself off, " Both Draco and Blaise snapped their attention to her, she smiled coyly at them, "Cause, God knows you never made me come, I had to give myself that satisfaction." She turned and walked to Blaise on the bed. Draco pulled Ron's head up by the hair, so he could watch the scene unfold. Hermione knelt on the foot of the bed, and crawled up Blaise's body, licking a wet path up his chest, neck, eventually pulling him in for a hard, passionate kiss. Blaise slipped the robe from her shoulders, tossing it to one side. Draco let go of Ron's head, pulled him to stand and cast a silent immobilising spell on him. Ron couldn't move, couldn't even blink, he had to stay, eyes locked on the bed, where his wife had her hands inside Zabini's trousers. Draco chuckled and said,
"Enjoy it Weasley, it'll be the last thing you see." Draco turned and stalked over to the bed, pulling his trousers off and tossing them in the corner of the room. Ron was unable not to watch as Malfoy pulled Hermione off Zabini. He was unable not to stare as Malfoy's hands and mouth trailed all over her body, driving her to the brink of desire. He couldn't look away as Zabini's hands joined Malfoy's and Hermione's screams of pleasure pierced his ears. His eyes burned as Malfoy settled Hermione over his hips, and watched as she writhed in ecstasy. He couldn't throw up at the sight of Zabini moving behind her, of her face as the two men used her like a whore. A solitary tear rolled down his cheek, as she threw her head back and screamed both their names as her climax shot through her or as she lay trapped between them, how she kissed Malfoy and said 'I love you'. He was trapped in that position, unable to stop Malfoy and Zabini fuck her over and over again until the dawn light begun to pierce the room. He was unable to stop Malfoy from coming over to him, shoving him to his knees and saying those two words. The last thing he saw was Hermione Granger kissing Draco Malfoy in a hazy green light. Then he saw nothing.

Okay, so this is a short chappie as well...sorry about that. BUT it is the moment you've all been waiting for! And it sort of needed to stand out on its own. love much xxxx