Black Knight, White Queen

Black Knight, White Queen

Epilogue





Hermione sat on the shore, watching the ocean crashing against the rocks and sand of Ireland's coast. The portkey had brought her to a rather quaint cottage of rather larger than necessary size. It was impeccably furnished, and the kitchen stocked with enough food to feed the entire Weasley family for a month. It was all beautiful, but she'd quickly found herself drawn to the scenery outside. It was so wild, yet peaceful, that for a few blissful moments she'd forgotten her concern for those she loved.



Hours had passed, and finally she returned to the cottage and begun exploring what meal options the kitchen held for her. She ended up settling for a sandwich, not really in the mood for anything in particular. But she was bored, and as soon as she finished her simple meal she began taking out flour and other supplies for baking. It had been years since she helped her mother in the kitchen, but she still remembered several recipes and figured that something of that nature, quite similar to potions in her mind, might help calm and regulate her thoughts.



By the time the loud crack of apparition invaded the silence, Hermione had two dozen cookies cooling on the countertop and felt half covered in flour. She heard footsteps coming down the hallway, and soon saw Draco entering the kitchen. At any other time Hermione would feel foolish, but she couldn't resist the urge to run and nearly tackle him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.



He smirked at her and crushed his lips down on hers, showing rather than saying just how relieved he was to come out of everything with both of them safe. Hermione responded enthusiastically, and it wasn't long before Draco was carrying her down the hallway to one of the cottage's bedrooms and collapsing with her onto the bed.



Hermione began clawing at his clothing, trying her hardest to remove him of them as quickly as possible. The Death Eater cape was the first and quickest to go, and the one she had the most help from Draco with. After that it was like a game to him -- how to make the removal of his clothing as difficult as possible, and the removal of hers as easy.



Draco used his hands to caress as much of her body as he could get his hands on, allowing the majority of his weight to rest on top of her. There were no complaints from Hermione though as she adjusted her legs to better accommodate him, finding the way in which his weight limited her movement to be even more arousing.



Finally, after taking more time than she would have liked, they were both fully undressed and nothing was hindering her ability to feel his bare skin against her own. Draco hissed at the sensations he was feeling as she dug into his arms and back with her fingernails, grinding her hips against him in need.



He slipped a finger inside her, determined to bring her to the edge before allowing himself to join her. Knowing that his exhaustion and emotion would make it hard for him to hold back, even had he wanted to. When the feel of her became too much, Draco adjusted his position above her and sunk down inside the one place that to him felt like home.



Harder and harder he thrust -- trying to lose himself in the feeling, and wanting to merge so fully that nothing could separate them. For years he had wanted her, and now she was his.



Draco slowed his movement only slightly, fumbling around in the pocket of his cloak until he found what he was searching for and with it his hand made its way back to his Queen's body. The sensations were becoming too much, but he was determined to last just a bit longer. "Mm... baby... check," he said as he took a small object and slid it onto her hand.



The cool metal fit perfectly on Hermione's finger, and she didn't feel the need to look to know exactly what it was. She took her left hand and caressed up and down his back, allowing him to feel the cool metal and hot flesh just before she dug her nails down once more as she slammed her hips up to meet him. It sent him over the edge, and moments later, as his movements went from erratic to slow, Hermione looked up at him and grinned.



"Checkmate."

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Thanks to everyone who has stuck through to the end! :)



I actually felt the story more or less complete at the end of the last chapter. I could have taken it further, drawn it out, but it just seemed the right place to end it. However, I know there were a few who had been disappointed by my cutting a scene earlier off right before it would have gotten good. This is for them. ;)



Also, I’m working on my next story (Severus/Hermione) and I hope to begin posting chapters in the next few weeks. I thought it might be fun to have betas for a change rather than just depending on myself to notice mistakes and such. lol. That is, if anyone wants to. You can let me know by sending a quick email to oneamidala(at)yahoo(dot)com.