The Doll House

Chapter 7: Afterburn





Hermione and Draco spent hours huddled into the back of the dark closet, the air being drained of every little bit of warmth and unable to use their magic as defense lest they feed the evil. As the day turned into evening and the evening turned into night they talked softly, occasionally lapsing into long periods of silence as they listened to the howling of the beast outside. It rattled the door, sometimes with great force and at other times with an eerie softness that sent chills racing down their spines.



It wasn’t until the moon rose high in the sky and the darkest part of night was upon them that the air began to warm and the house became silent. A soft voice whispered on the other side of the door, the voice of a child saying “Go now….hurry. Neither of them needed to be told twice as they leapt apart and to their feet, wands at the ready as they gingerly opened the door and stepped outside.



“All clear,” Draco said as he peered around the room. “Come on, don’t dawdle, we need to get out.” He said, reaching for her hand to drag her along behind him.



“There is something off about these dolls, Draco…” she said, her brow furrowed.



“Yeah, they’re fucking ugly and creepy now let’s go before he comes back!” He stared at the door and pondered the long trek back to the outside door. “We aren’t taking a chance,” he said as his long legs ate up the floor to the window. He jerked on the shutters, it required a lot of strength and several pulls to open them but he found himself staring appalled at a dirt caked window. “How is the entire house spotless except this window?”



“It’s not dirt, Draco,” Hermione said as she came up beside him. “Look closer,” she said, tilting a sconce to shine more light towards the window.



“Fucking flies!” he said quietly, too horrified to raise his voice any louder. Between the glass and the screen was a thick layer of dead flies, more of the little carcasses littered the window sill and the frame of the sash. “I don’t understand. Why are there so many? Why just this one window?”





“There is a belief among muggles that flies congregate towards evil. It goes back to demonology; the Seraphim Beelzebub was recruited by Satan after his fall to be one of the overseeing chiefs of hell. He learned that he could sway man by using his pride against him. Often he would appear in the form of a fly and was known as “lord of the flies”. This is firmly based in Christianity,” she said, shuddering visibly at the sheer volume of dead flies, inches and inches of them barring the view to outside. “Flies normally do not congregate in such large volumes where there is no dead body or rotting garbage, some sort of food source…yet, in houses believed to be infested by evil you can almost always find them,” she said.



“You know what, it’s disgusting as hell but right now I don’t care,” he said. “Stand aside, Hermione.”



“You can’t use magic against the house, Draco; he will feed on the energy!”



“Alright…it’s MY fucking house, so…” he stepped back, lifted his foot and before Hermione could guess what he was doing he put it through the glass. Shattered glass and a wave of dried out fly remains sounded against the floor, the screen falling into the bushes below.



“Oh my god, Draco!” Hermione’s eyes were round with surprise as he knocked the jagged pieces remaining in the frame to the ground. “Are you hurt?”



“No, come here,” he said grabbing her around the waist and dragging her to him.



“It’s the second story, Draco, we can’t jump and we can’t apparate from the house,” she argued.



“I don’t plan on it, nor do I plan on walking to the door and risk that thing resurfacing with us trapped in another closet,” he said, as he straddled the window ledge and put his head out.



“What are you doing?”



“You may not want to hear it, but I learned a lot during my servitude to the Dark Lord, some of it rather useful,” he said, reaching out to wrap a strong arm around her waist and pull her against him. “Its dark magic, Hermione, banned by the ministry but it’s fast and effective and right now I think it is our only safe option.”



‘What are you talking….” She went silent as a pins and needles sensation began in her toes and began working its way up her body at lightning speed. Within seconds she and Draco both were transformed into a crackling grey mist and spiraling through the air from the window to the ground in front of the carriage house. Hermione swayed her stomach churning as she pressed her fist into her abdomen. “Freaking death eater magic…always did make me vomit,” she muttered.



“Sorry, but I didn’t want to take a chance by going back through the house,” he said, wincing a little at the dizzying aftereffects of using dark magic. He had forgotten how much it took out of a wizard. “Worked though,” he said, glancing back to the house sitting across the property.



“Yeah, it worked…thanks, Draco,” she managed through chattering teeth.



“You’re freezing,” he said, suddenly feeling the icy, bone deep chill himself. “Shock—come inside, we need to warm up.” He unlocked the door and took the stairs two at time. By the time she reached the top Draco was already inside the little flat and she could hear him turning on the shower. She followed the sound, her mind wiped of all thought except that of an unnamed urgency that she didn’t quite understand.



When she stepped inside the bedroom it was to find Draco exiting the bathroom, steam beginning to build in the small room behind him.



“Um..you should get in the shower…the hot water will warm you up and get your blood moving,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he stared at the pale, shaking witch sliding past him into the bathroom. He stared at her as she stood beside the glass shower doors and stared into the steamy interior, her expression blank. He had never seen her in such a state, not even during the war where they had both been witness to horror heaped upon horror. It was unnerving. “Hermione?”



She turned slowly to face him and he could see them, the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes threatening to spill over. He had never been the kind of man who handled women’s tears well. A surprising trait for a Malfoy but one he shared with his father. He understood what she felt, the last several hours had been stressful and more than a little terrifying but it had been impossible to process it at the time. Now that it was over, now that they were safe, the buildup of emotion was excruciating.



“It’s alright, we’re safe here, remember? You made it safe for us here,” he said softly as moved towards her. “Take a shower, get warmed up and then we will get some food in us and figure out what we’re going to do.” He touched her cheek with the tip of his index finger and gave her a small smile praying that his words would hold true.



He let his hand drop back to his side and just as he was turning to leave he felt her fingers wrap around his wrist. He looked down at the slender digits holding on to him and felt her tremble. Slowly he let his eyes travel up to meet hers and suddenly he couldn’t breathe; it was as if something were squeezing his lungs. Her eyes held something he that he never expected to see with her, desire, lust and most surprising of all…need.



The air between them crackled with magic and passion as they combusted. In a split second they closed the space between them and their mouths met with shocking accuracy. It was as if everything in their past was building up to this one moment. It was hot, the passion in the kiss threatening to burn them alive as their lips and tongues met, dueling for dominance in an exchange so perfect that it had to be predestined. Their arms fought for position briefly, ending with Hermione’s hands threaded through his silky hair and Draco’s arms wrapped tightly about her narrow waist.



He walked her backwards without releasing the kiss and reached for the shower door flinging it open with more force than necessary before he dragged her in with him. It didn’t matter that they were still clothed, the steaming hot water pouring over them, soaking them through as they devoured each others mouth desperately. Small, cold hands slid beneath his jumper and t-shirt, his stomach muscles clenching at the feel of them against his abdomen as she pushed it up impatiently. He pulled away from her and reached behind his head with one hand to grab a handful of the fabric and yank it over his head, tossing it aside with a wet plop on the shower floor tiles.



Article after article of clothing followed suit, slowly building a sodden pile of unidentifiable wet fabric on the shower floor until they were both naked and panting. Hands roamed slippery skin trying to soothe the sting of hot water against icy cold skin as they warmed. Their bodies became flushed and their shivering evolved into an erotic trembling of barely contained desire.



Hot water ran over them, trailing over their sensitive skin in little rivulets as lips touched and tongues tussled. Passion flared hot and bright in the small shower stall as old enemies ignited into something different, something more. Need drove them as the fear that had shook them to their cores was pushed aside. Draco groaned as he continued to sample the sweet flavor of her mouth, his hands roaming the smooth, slippery skin of her back. He felt her nails rake lightly across his shoulders and a low, guttural growl rose out of his chest.



He caressed the smooth curve of her hip and along the dip of her waist on his way to cupping a firm, round breast in his hand. He thumbed the nipple and reveled in the soft whimper she breathed into his mouth as the little bud peaked and strained against his touch. She began to move against him, sliding her breasts against his chest, pressing into his touch as his erection rubbed against her belly. It was almost more than he could take so he wrenched his lips from hers to suck in much needed air.



“No, Please!” She cried, her fingers twisting painfully in his hair. He filled both hands with the lush curves of her bottom and lifted her, pressing her back against the shower wall as he captured one velvety nipple with his lips and sucked hard. “Oh!” Her moan sounded almost pained but the way her legs folded around his hips told him that she was feeling anything BUT pain. He licked, sucked and nibbled at the soft peaks of her breasts, switching back and forth between them as he held her until his knees began to shake with his desire for her.



“Are you warm?” he asked huskily, rubbing his slightly stubbled cheek against the upper swell of one breast.



“Burning up,” she breathed, her nails lightly raking against his scalp.



“Good…hold on to me,” he said, adjusting her in his hold so that he could reach out and turn off the shower then shove the door open. A rush of cool air washed over their wet skin but neither paid any attention as he moved quickly across the floor and into the bedroom. Hermione held on as if her life depended on it, her legs gripping his tightly as he carried her to the bed. He didn’t lay her down on the sheets as she expected. He climbed onto the bed on his knees, the mattress dipping beneath their combined weight as he pressed her back against the headboard. “Tell me now if you need me to be gentle with you,” he rasped, reaching between them to grip his cock firmly at the base and rub the head between the slippery lips of her vulva.



“No…I need you, Draco…now,” she breathed, letting her feet fall to the mattress to brace herself. “Now, please,” she begged.



With one hand braced on the wall behind her and the other holding his erection steady, he flexed his buttocks and penetrated her fast and deep in one sure thrust. A breathy little shriek passed her lips and her eyes widened at the feel of him nestled deep inside her. Their eyes met, their actions finally registering with them both. Hermione reached out and touched his lips gently with her fingertips.



“Draco,” she whispered softly, his name sounding almost like a query. But it was more of an affirmation, a plea. She touched her lips to his with a gentle kiss of acceptance. He began to move, flexing his hips as he slid his cock through tight, wet flesh that scalded him with pure ecstasy. With every slow drag of his cock through her sensitive core she rewarded him with a pleasured whimper. She had her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, her inner thighs caressing his hips with every thrust. With her feet braced on the mattress she tilted her hips towards him, taking him deeper, so deep that the intensity of it bordered on pain.



“My god, Witch!” He groaned, his brain addled with pleasure as he continued to fuck her, the headboard beginning to slap against the wall. With a feral growl he grabbed her beneath the thighs and lifted, his cock still lodged inside her, turning quickly to the side he laid her out on the bed. With an almost comic impatience he shoved the pillows onto the floor and out of his way as he rose above her. “Spread your legs as wide as you can,” he rasped, his voice raw and hoarse. She brought her knees up and let her thighs fall open, opening herself wide for his possession. He shifted, bracing himself on his knees, his hands firmly planted just above her shoulders. With his head thrown back he began to grind his hips against hers, his cock digging deep while his pubic bone stroked the engorged nubbin of her clit.



“AHHH!” A shocked, reedy scream spilled from her lips as her hands gripped his waist, her nails biting into the skin. “Oh god…doesn’t stop…please, please, please…” she begged as the coil of tension deep inside her began to tighten. Her entire body trembled and this time they both knew it wasn’t from fear or shock.



“Come on, Granger, I need you to come….come for me,” he commanded softly. Sweat beaded on his back and rolled down his spine as he continued to roll his hips against her, grinding his erection deep. He couldn’t recall the last time he had wanted a woman as much as he wanted the one beneath him. He wanted her pleasure, wanted her to scream his name, to break apart beneath him and take him with her. For once he was the hero, he was the one saving her, saving her from the debilitating fear, the pain and frustration that he knew too well. “You need to come for me, I need to feel that hot little pussy sucking on me before I fill you up, I know you want to, I can feel it…” he bent his arms slightly and ducked his head to take a shimmying nipple between his lips and suck hard, roughly lashing the tip with his tongue.



He nearly screamed in relief when her legs came around him and her back bowed. The sleek muscles of her vagina convulsed, undulating along his length as heated moisture washed over his length. She trembled and sobbed, riding the wave of her orgasm as he continued to move inside her, drawing it out and extending the pleasure.



“That’s so fucking good,” he moaned against her breast as his thrusts picked up in both speed and strength. “I’m coming,” he groaned through clenched teeth as the first rough spurts of semen were expelled. Intense pleasure raced along his spine, prickling his skin and clouding his mind as he shook and filled her with his seed. He pushed deep, his hips jerking slightly as he came. It was intense and the sensations seemed to last an eternity before his muscles finally went lax and he collapsed on top of her.



She kissed his cheek, the side of his neck and the sweaty skin of his shoulder as her hands ran up and down the length of his back. She soothed him, whispering soft nonsense words meant to comfort and calm. He lifted his head and looked down at her flushed face and glassy eyes in wonder.



“Holy shit, Granger,” was all he managed before total darkness carried him under.







AN: I have to paint my daughters room today…Ill try to address reviews on the blog tomorrow night! Happy reading all!