Days Beyond

Okay gang, sorry to say but this is the LAST chapter. Now that I've gotten a few stories under my belt I know what NOT to do, LOL.



I know there are lots of questions unanswered but hey, I only started this out as a fun smutty fic that actually turned into somethng else, so what can I say, I ran out of ideas and had to end it somewhere. Maybe when I get enough ideas I can create a sequel. Otherwise, I'm going to continue my other fic, Conventions, Clubs and Caresses.

Also, I have another idea brewing in my mind. I've decided not to post it until I have plenty of chapters so I don't miss anything.



Thanks to all of you who have reviewed, you make my day when my inbox is filled with them! I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it.



Now, onto the conclusion!



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Chapter 8



Hermione walked slowly up the stairs, fear clutching her insides. Draco was right behind her, his calming touch on her side as he followed her up towards her parents’ bedroom.

They had already righted the downstairs, replacing what had been stolen.

Passing the bathroom he saw the tub was filled with water and the light was on. Hermione came to a halt at her parents’ bedroom door. The bed was a mess and the tan comforter was nowhere to be seen. Other than that there was no real evidence that there had been a struggle. Her eyes raked through the room falling upon her mother’s jewelry box; it lay open and empty. Flashes of what had happened kept running through her mind. Her brow creased in panic as a sheen of sweat broke across her forehead. She felt an arm wrap around her waist and nearly screamed out as she jumped and tried to pull away.



“Hermione, it’s okay it’s me calm down” He pulled her tightly to him, muffling her sobs that wracked through her.



“I think that’s enough for today. You need to rest, you don’t need to be here” Picking her up into his arms her Apparated them back to his private Manor.



~*~



That evening she woke up screaming, pleading for help. Draco’s name was on her lips just as he pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back and whispering calming words into her ear. She was shaking and crying so hard he couldn’t hold her still.



“I can’t, I just can’t get it out of my head” she sobbed into his chest.



He pulled back, holding her head in his hands he stared into her eyes.



“Hermione, no one expects this to pass within a few days. You went through hell. It’s going to take a long time for you to get past this. But know that I’ll be here for you. I’ll help you get through this”

Hugging her to his chest again tears streaked down his cheeks as he held on to her tightly.



“I keep seeing his face, the things he said. Then,” she paused, sucking in a gasp of air she continued slowly. “I heard crying, like a baby. Is that crazy? Am I crazy? I swear I heard it.” She dropped her head back into Draco’s chest as she wept for the small child.



Draco stiffened at this. He held her tightly, not wanting to have to tell her this. He wanted to just forget about the whole thing. She had been through enough. There was no way in hell he wanted to hurt her by letting her know about the pregnancy. Maybe her subconscious already knew and was trying to tell her.



“Draco, I know it was just a dream, but it. . .it was so small and helpless. I tried to find it I did. But every time I felt myself so near as if to touch it, I was back in that room, and he was there again.” She whispered the last part almost to herself.



“Hermione, it was just a bad dream, that’s all.”



“No, it didn’t feel like a dream, everything in that dream happened, all except for the baby.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. Her face held a look of desperation for him to believe her. She didn’t know why she felt so strong about this. It all happened, the dark room, Lucius standing above her with the knife at her belly,



“Draco, he kept telling me I would never have your child, any child.” Her eyes were telling as her mind was racing. He could see it in her face, she was working it out. His gut clenched in worry for her.



“It’s just a nightmare, your mind manifests images from reality and displaces information. It must have been what he said to you that caused the crying child in your nightmare. It’s nothing” He refused to look into her eyes while the lies spilled from his mouth.



“Draco, you’re hiding something. Please look at me” She tilted his chin up to see his eyes filling with unshed tears.



“I just hate seeing you this way”



She wasn’t the smartest witch of her age for nothing; she could tell he was keeping something from her.



“Don’t LIE to me” she ground out; her arms crossing her chest as she put on her defiant face.



“There’s something you are not telling me, why won’t you talk to me?” she pleaded with him, too weary to fight.



She had come to love him over the time they had spent together. She enjoyed being with him. They could talk so easily. He was actually on the same intellectual level as her, and secretly that was what made her so hot for this young man in front of her. She had had several heated arguments with him during their final year at Hogwarts, and from that she had had more than a few erotic dreams following those fights.



Sighing heavily he moved away from her, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood before pacing back and forth. His mind in a heated battle of wills. Did he or did he not tell her about the child?

If he told her, she would be crushed and have one more tragedy to lose her sanity over. If he lied to her and she ever found out, she would never forgive him.



Running his hands through his hair he stopped in front of the huge fireplace, looking down on the soft rug where he had made love to her only last week. Why had he ever let her leave. She would have been safe, and their child would still be growing inside her womb right now. The thought stopped his heart, gasping for air he sat down in the chair beside the fireplace, lowering his head into his hands as he wept for his child.



Hermione felt her anger dissipate as she watched Draco struggle with himself then almost collapse into the chair. Rushing to his side she reached out to him, wrapping her arms around his head and cradling him against her breasts.



“Please, tell me” she whispered softly as she stroked his soft silky hair and down his neck and shoulders.



“It won’t be easy for you to hear ‘Mione” Draco pulled her into his lap, giving her the same comfort she had just given him. Running his hand down her back he stared into her beautiful amber eyes. It was so easy to get lost in those eyes.



Looking away from the mesmerizing sight, he grasped her hands tightly in his.



“Please understand when I tell you I only had good intentions. I never want to see you in so much pain again”



“Go on” She urged him, although hesitantly.



“Hermione, the Medi-Wizard told you how much blood you lost, and how much damage had been done.” Not really asking, more stating, he continued. “They did everything they could to keep you from bleeding out completely, you know that. There was something else they tried to heal, to save. . .” Almost choking on his words he tried with all his might to get it out. “Hermione, you were pregnant” he buried his face her neck, sobbing outright, clutching her form tightly, not wanting her to see his broken face.



“What?” she whispered, trying to grasp the concept just thrown out in front of her.



Her hand slowly made its way down her stomach, stopping on her abdomen.

It couldn’t be true, could it. How? When? Oh Merlin. It had to be on the train. They had thought to use the spell everytime. Everytime that is, except on the train. She wracked her mind, trying to discern when her last cycle was. Realizing with terror, she had missed her last cycle. She hadn’t really given it much thought since she was irregular at times. But, now that she focused on it she knew she had missed it. It should have come during her first week home. But then she went to spend the week with Draco and she never thought about it again.



Clutching her stomach in earnest she felt sick at the thought of losing her child at the hands of a Pure-Blooded Maniac. Their child. Hers and Draco’s. He was still sobbing softly into her neck, unable to stop crying at the thought of her hating him forever.



Pushing gently at the arms wrapped around her, only they tightened even more. She pushed again this time much harder.



“Draco, let go, please, I need to get up”



He pulled back and released his deathgrip on her. He watched her race into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind her. He stared at the closed door for what felt like hours. Listening to her sobs in between her wretching sounds.



He made his way to the bathroom door, trying the handle then stopping, knocking instead.



“Hermione, may I come in?”



Not receiving an answer he opened the door to find her sitting on the edge of the bath tub, holding her stomach and rocking back an forth with a lost look in her eyes.



Walking over to her he picked her up in his arms and walked back into the bedroom, lying her down next to him, cradling her small form. Giving her as much comfort as he could give while feeling just as lost as she was.



“I’m so sorry” she whispered.



“What are you on about, you have nothing to be sorry for” Stroking her cheek with his thumb he wiped away the stray tears that fell.



“I’m sorry I lost our baby” she looked into his eyes and he was mesmerized by what he saw. She loved him and he could see it clear as day.



“Love, you did nothing wrong. The monster that took our child is gone forever and will hurt no one ever again.”



She shuddered in his arms, wrapping herself around him tightly, breathing in his scent. She felt like a part of her was missing and she wanted it back. She began kissing his neck softly at first, but then became insistent. Draco’s eyes closed enjoying the pleasure she was giving him, until he felt her hand slowly making its way down his stomach and to his crotch.



“Love, we can’t, not yet, not until you’re better” Pulling her closer to him he told her how much she meant to him.



Sleep finally claiming the two lost souls wrapped around each other as the orange glow of the sun set behind the wide horizon, delving the world once again into darkness.



~*~



The next day the two spent all of their time in each other’s arms. They made breakfast together, Hermione opting to sit in his lap rather than her own chair. As they day grew brighter they found themselves outside near the pool lying on a double lounge just talking and enjoying the warmth of the other.



By the time lunch rolled around Hermione was unable to hold back her want for the man beside her and drug him back to their bedroom for some playtime.



“There are lots of other things we can do without hurting me you know” she claimed once he tried to protest as he didn’t want to hurt her in her fragile condition.



Pushing him back on the bed she crawled up his body like a predator stalking her prey. Nipping his alabaster skin as she moved slowly up his sculpted abs, stopping to take a nipple in her mouth; lavishing her tongue around it and biting down just to hear him cry out in ecstasy.



Grinning into his skin she gripped his hips with her hands finding his short and moving the material down his legs, following it with soft kisses and licks.



Looking back up into his face she gave him a very Malfoy-like smirk as her hands caressed the insides of his thighs, pushing them open wider she lay her body down between his legs. Dipping her head low, her soft pink tongue darted out and she gave him a long firm lick from base to tip.

Smiling to herself as she felt his body shiver with want she continued to tease him kisses, nips and licks to his now engorged cock never taking him in her mouth.



“Yesssss” he hissed out when her tongue swept across the tip effectively removing the glistening pre cum that had leaked out.



Unable to tease him any longer without torturing herself she swirled her tongue around the head once more before she lowered her mouth over the tip and sucking gently. Her hand pumped his shaft, mimicking the sucking sensation while her other hand caressed his sac with such tenderness it almost tickled.



Grasping the back of her head gently, not to force her but to steady himself as she pleasured him with her talented tongue. Only a few strokes more and he felt his sac tighten beneath her ministrations. Hermione could tell he was close. Taking him deeper into her throat she gently squeezed his tightened sac just as he exploded into her waiting mouth. Trying to take it all in she shucked and swallowed as much as she could, a small amount spilling from the corners of her mouth. Pulling back from his softening member she licked the head clean before rolling onto her back, panting softly as her arousal throbbed between her legs, reminding her that she was unable to participate. Closing her eyes she groaned in frustration.



“Not fair” she whimpered.



Draco could tell she was worked up after pleasing him. Her nipples stood hard and firm pointing straight at the ceiling. Her breath was labored and her thighs were rubbing together to create some form of friction. Not wanting to leave her hanging he quietly made his way to the foot of the bed. Placing a small wet kiss on her knee, his hands made their way up the insides of her thighs, making small wet tracks with his tongue he didn’t prolong the torture any longer by placing a firm kiss upon her slick crevice. His tongue darting out to part her lips while his hands made their way up towards her breasts gently squeezing the soft mounds. His tongue quickly found her hardened nub, flicking it once then twice before delving into her slick channel. Stroking his tongue in and out of her soft, tight opening encouraged by her moans and the hands that were now pressing hard on the back of his head as her legs made their way over his shoulders, her hips arching up to meet his tongue thrusts.



She could feel the tingling sensation that came before her orgasm quickly spread throughout her system. The tightening in the pit of her stomach had her grinding into him fiercely. Hands now full of the silk sheets beneath her she thrashed side to side waiting for the impending explosion that was sure to blow her coiling insides into a tiny mass of small tornados that centered between her legs.



“Don’t stop, oh, please don’t stop” she cried out as Draco’s tongue flicked her clit once more as her orgasm finally crested and sent her into a quivering mass of jelly.



She lay sprawled out on the bed, gasping for breath as her body shook with small tremors of aftershocks.



“All right there love” Draco smiled into her neck, placing soft kisses on her pulse point before pulling her limp form into his.



“Yes, Oh Merlin yes. That. Was. Brillient” her eyes closing she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep with Draco spooning her from behind.



~*~



Hermione opened her eyes to see a pair of beautiful steel grey eyes looking down at her.



“Hungry?” he asked, running his finger along her shoulder to her chin, he leaned in giving her a chaste kiss upon her lips.



“Starved”



“Let’s go find something to eat shall we?” He stood from the bed, his hand extending out to her.



Grabbing his hand they walked out into the kitchen with nothing on but their satisfied smiles upon their faces.



Brought together by lust, their journey led them into a warm comfort zone of tender care for one another only to be thrust into a horrifying life threatening situation that effectually sealed their fate of their love for each other with all of their heart and soul.



~fin