Striving For Something Not Temporary

I\'m sorry it took so long getting this next chapter out guys. It was an incredibly difficult one for me to write. That being said, I would love to hear your feedback on it. Thank you all for all the reviews so far, it truly makes an incredible difference!

I\'d also like to take the time to say thank thank you for the nomination for the Dangerous Liaisons Awards! I never would have thought that it would have been looked at twice, seeing as it\'s my first attempt at writing, so it really comes as quite an honor.

Anyway, enough rambling. I hope you enjoy!


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Hermione was in the potion’s ingredient storeroom reaching for a jar of Jobberknoll feathers when a familiar pair of arms reached around her waist.

“How did you sleep last night, baby?” Taking a moment to kiss her neck before finishing, “You left this morning before I had a chance to catch you.”

“What the hell are you doing?!” Hermione whipped herself around to face him. “Snape will kill me if he sees you act like this in his class!”

“You’re not going to get in trouble for something that I do in class.” he scoffed.

“Well I’m not willing to find out, so get off me right now.” she scolded in a harsh whisper.

“Yes mother.” he muttered as he regrettably released her from his grasp. “Seriously though, how did you sleep?”

This was another one of those daily questions that Draco insisted on inquiring of her ever since they had really started to get close. In all actuality, she had been sleeping great. At one point she thought that she may had jinxed herself by musing that, so she had stolen one of Draco’s arm guards that he left lying by the coffee table. You know, just to be safe.

She’d clutch onto like a teddy bear at night, and hide it under her pillow in the morning. She knew she was pathetic, but as long as he didn’t, that’s all that mattered.

“I’m sleeping fine Draco, really. You needn’t worry about it so much.” she continued reaching for the Jobberknoll feathers.

Draco reached above her and grabbed the jar that held her interest, opening the lid. “Good. But if I find out you’re taking dreamless draught, I’ll kill you. That stuff makes your mind funny if you take it too much.” He reached in the jar and took out two feathers, handed her one and replaced the jar back on the shelf.

She rolled her eyes and pinched him on the cheek. “Oh, aren’t you just so cute when you care.” she smiled as she turned around to walk back to her seat.

It was rather nice being in N.E.W.T. level potions. The class was much smaller and she could concentrate more easily without interruption. It took a bit of getting used to being the only Gryffindor in class, but the maturity level of the students as a whole was quite refreshing. Not that the Slytherins were any less snarky than usual, it was just nice that the immature rivalry between houses wasn’t there to fan their flames.

Although it was nice from a homework standpoint that her and Draco shared this class together, she usually tried her best not to share a table with him. Snape made it his life’s mission to deduct as many points away from her as possible for being the only seventh year from her house to dare grace his presence. She tried not to utter one word in this class, and if Draco were around her, he made it impossible.

The silent treatment game she had going with Snape was actually quite rewarding. Had she known six years ago that it irritated him this much, she would have given up her little know it all kick with him ages ago. She could never decide if that vein in his forehead was more of a red-purple or a blue-purple, but either way she was just aching to poke it

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“Mr. Malfoy, wake up now.”

Draco’s eyes shot open, encountering a stark raving mad Professor McGonagall with her nostrils flaring about four centimeters from his face.

“Um, sorry Professor.” he finally managed.

“A word after class with you Mr. Malfoy.” she scowled before continuing her lesson.

Great. Now I have to sit and listen to that old bat rant and rave even longer. Who knew this day could get any worse.

Draco had been feeling particularly sluggish lately. It seemed more recently his reaction time always seemed two seconds behind. All his thoughts, as usual, lied around Hermione. If not fantasizing about her, then thinking about her none the less.

The girl was a stress magnet. There were a few nights lately when he’d hear her creeping around the common room pretty late when he was finishing some final touches on homework assignments in his room. Even though she’d told him her sleeping was getting better, he still worried that she was stretching herself too thin.

Things were going so well between them lately. If he kept dwelling on the fact that he worried about her, she’d end up retaliating from his efforts, and that would get him nowhere. If someone had told him a year ago that he wanted a girl to open up and confide in him, he would have told them that they’re bat shit crazy, but here we are. As it is, he’d gone completely bonkers over the last girl on earth.

“You wanted to see me Professor?”

“Mr. Malfoy. I am dumbfounded as to what has gotten into you lately. You are head boy, and as such you need to exhibit a certain amount of professionalism that comes with that roll. The last few weeks you have been as far away from this classroom as you are from the moon! With your title, you need to set an example Mr. Mal–mwah wah wah wah, wah wah wah wah...”

Professor McGonagall rambled on for at least another fifteen minutes, but everything she said just glazed over his eardrums. She reminded him of the adults on that muggle cartoon Hermione introduced him to. The one with that homely looking bald boy with the yellow zigzag shir–

“Mr. Malfoy!” she fumed, interrupting his thoughts. “Even now you’re not listening to a word I say!”

“My apologies Professor. I’ll try not to make it a habit.”

Professor McGonagall released a long tired sigh before sitting down at her dest. “You are dismissed Mr. Malfoy. Hopefully something I’ve said has penetrated through that thick skull of your’s today.”

After leaving Transfiguration, Draco realized he had just enough time to catch a quick dinner before Quidditch practice. It was like the Gods were cursing him to a day that would never end. If he could just skive off the rest of his responsibilities for the next year he’d be a happy man.

“Hey Malfoy, you forgetting something?” Blaise laughed and pointed at him as he arrived on the pitch. “Looks like you’re still missing some gear, mate!”

“Sod off Zabini.”

“Oh come on captain, who wants a disheveled leader?” Blaise smirked. “What sort of example are you trying to set?” still laughing to himself.

“Don’t cock off to your Captain Zabini, that’ll be five laps from you.” he glared. “If I hear that word again I’m going to fucking scream!”

Yeah, the day just got better and better. At least he had the joys of an overactive imagination. The thought of squeezing Zabini’s head off his neck like an unwanted pimple did hold it’s appeals.

After a long and grueling practice, Draco was elated to be standing in front of his portrait of solitude. Right now, all he wanted in the world was for Hermione to rub his temples and gingerly scratch his head until he fell asleep in her arms.

When the portrait hole closed behind him, he became aware of Hermione’s small form sprawled out on the sofa. His spirits unconsciously plummeted when he took in her sleeping state. He didn’t want to wake her, but he really missed her throughout the day. It gave him a feeling of completeness knowing she was there to come home to.

He could really get used to that feeling. Of being wanted. The feeling of needing someone so unconditionally, and knowing you were needed by them in return. He was always taught not to show weakness, especially to a woman. Upon getting to know her though, he wouldn’t have it any other way. After just that small glimpse of forbidden fruit he was tempted with, he would rather be tortured than go back to the loneliness of his past.

He walked across the common room to the sofa and was just about to lift her up to take her to her room when he caught something about her that seemed a bit off. As he leaned down to lift her in his arms, he realized his little spitfire was purring. Or was she moaning?

As he took a step back to take in her entire form, he noticed the arm draped above her head move to cup her breast. “Ooh...” she moaned as caressed her fingers across her breast.

Oh my God. My kinky little minx is having a sex dream. A devilish grin formed onto Draco’s face, as he applied a feather-light touch with his finger across her cheek. “Wake up baby.” he whispered into her ear.

“Mmm...” was her guttural response.

Draco planted a tender kiss on her temple, then adoringly trailed more behind her ear, along her jaw, and settled on burying himself into the crook of her neck. The smell of eucalyptus and spearmint wafting off her hair was intoxicating him again. He was losing his mind for this girl.

“Draco...please...” she panted.

On instinct, he removed himself from the floor and straddled himself on top of her, and planted his lips on hers. He gave her everything he had into that kiss. All his wants, his needs. All of his desires for her bridged the gap between them. He tried to show her everything his heart was feeling for her at that moment and every moment after, for the rest of his life.

So caught up in his emotions, he almost didn’t register when the kiss was broken. As he lay there draped on top of her and panting for breath, he gazed down at her and realized she was ginning at him with a bit of mischief in her eyes. “You’re awake.” he smiled.

“Yeah.” Tenderly caressing his cheek with her fingertips. “I really like my new alarm clock.”

A smirk instantaneously graced his features. “Did you have a nice dream, baby?”

“Mmm...it was okay.” Hermione let out a dramatic sigh and traced lazy circles on his chest. “It was about this silly boy that insisted on following me around. Wouldn’t leave me alone actually, so I decided it was easier just to humor the poor bloke.” she finished with a matter of fact tone.

Draco scoffed indignantly. “Why you dirty rotten liar!” while he pecked kisses along her neck.
“I happen to know for a fact that you talk in your sleep doll face.”

The dream that had taken hold within her unconscious before Draco woke her up had indeed been a good one. She felt herself blushing just thinking about it. She could swear the tender touches and caresses had almost felt real to her throughout the entire sequence. The gentle whispers he indulged her in left her feeling warm in places all over again. What was more, he knew that she was actually dreaming about him.

Her finger brushed back a lock of his stray hair behind his ear as she looked serenely into his eyes. “Let’s go up to my room.”

He blinked at her in a momentary daze. Had he heard her correctly? God he wanted this so badly. Wanted her. He’d been fantasizing about this moment for so long, he almost didn’t believe it was truly happening. “Are you sure?” His tone suddenly serious. His nerves frayed to the ends of their wires that she may change her mind.

When she nodded her head, Draco was almost hypnotized by the compete tranquility of her eyes. Her hand moved to the waistline of his pants and she gently grazed her fingers back and forth across his skin.

He didn’t need telling twice. He hastily removed himself from the sofa, and scooped her up into his arms, all but running towards Hermione’s door, while she draped across his shoulder.

She squealed with delight at his abrupt movements as he practically kicked down her door in his excitement. “Draco, put me down!”

Paying no heed to his damsel, he rushed across the bedroom before finally releasing her from his grasp onto the bed. He brought her lips to his in a kiss that was bruising, and almost urgent. The euphoria bubbling out of him that he needed to display to her.

He placated his urgency for her as their lips met with a gradual compassion until her tongue was capering meekly inside his mouth. He hadn’t even realized how busy her hands were until he felt her tugging at his sweater and noticed all his quidditch armor removed.

“My impatient little vixen.” he groaned as she wrestled his sweater from around his neck. He started to lick below her ear and down her neck as he felt the shift of gravity pull him out of balance.

Before he knew what hit him, Hermione had wrapped her ankle around his shin and flipped him under her on the bed. She was now straddling herself on top of him. She arched her back to remover her jumper, casting it aside before loosening her tie. “Do you like what you see Mr. Malfoy?” she breathed as she slowly started unbuttoning her shirt.

A straggled whimper was his only response as he outstretched his hands to burrow under her blouse.

She devilishly grinned at him as she slapped his hands away. “Tsk tsk Mr. Malfoy. Impatience is such an unbecoming attribute on you.” she scolded as she ground herself into his fossilized member.

Draco drew his hands back with hesitation as his eyes drank her in. Groaning as she pleasured him with her touch, he stretched back entirely on the bed and allowed this gratifying indulgence to take over his body. His arms stretched across the bed in complete relaxation. When he felt Hermione grind herself against him for the second time, he hissed and arched his back up, causing his arms to stretch further up the bed under the pillows.

He felt something solid hit his right hand. Pulling out the intrusion under the bedding, he realized it was his arm guard. Not fully conscious of intelligent thought, Draco stared at it with a look of confusion. “What the hell is this doing here?” he looked at her puzzled. “I’ve been getting shit for this from my teammates all week!”

“Um...” With a guilty smile, Hermione ran her hands up his chest and united their lips together into another mind searing kiss. She heard the armor clamor carelessly to the floor where it lay completely forgotten, thankful that she finally realized how easily boys could be distracted.

He rose up to his knees, bringing her with him as he caressed the backs of her thighs and kneaded her bottom as he slowly unpeeled her panties with tender motions. Little by little, her panties fell to her knees on the bed as he lovingly stroked her bare skin.

He leaned her back into a lying position as he perched above her, unbuckling her skirt and sliding it down her body on his quest down the bed, trailing hot kisses in his wake. When her last article of clothing was removed, he kneeled at the edge of the bed, and took in the sight before him.

The graceful allure of this girl made his breath hitch. Her wild curls haloed around the pillow like a rouge angel. Her curves displayed to him for the first time that had been hidden under all her pesky clothing. Head to toe, her almond skin radiated in the moonlight that washed over her body.

When he looked back into her eyes, he could tell she was nervous of his assessment. Her cheeks were stained red with self consciousness. “God Hermione, you...you’re so beautiful.”

She smiled faintly at his deceleration. “Let me see you.”

He stood up off the bed and removed the final barriers from himself that allowed her to appreciate his assets, as she planted herself up on her elbows to allow him her full attention. She absorbed every last detail as he stood in the moonlight that displayed his pale enchantment. “You’re perfect.” she breathed.

Of course she had seen him before when she walked in on him in the bathroom, but this time seemed so much different. His eyes took on an entirely different emotion that she couldn’t even begin to describe. There was vulnerability in both instances, but this time it seemed so dignified.

He crawled up the bed and settled himself between her legs, giving her a tender kiss on the lips. Just as soon as she warmed into the kiss it ended, as he trailed hot coals down her body with his mouth. His fiery tongue moved in circles around her pale areola, before tenderly flicking her erect nipple around in his mouth. Sucking, kissing, and licking her in a manner she never knew he possessed.

“Mmm..God!” moaning and arching her back forward. She felt his hand that made it’s way to her other breast move lower and brush down her belly. She was started from her thoughts from the loss of contact, just as she felt his fingers skim along her outer folds.

Her breathing hitched as she felt his thumb nestle itself into her curls and one of his fingers dip inside her hot silky den. She let out a moan as she felt Draco moving his fingers with a blissful choreography.

As he eased another finger inside her, he about lost his composure from everything this girl was doing to him. Her shallow breathing and whimpers were agonizing enough, but feeling how tight she was made his mind go reeling out of the stratosphere. He continued to rub her upper wall with his fingers while he watched her begin to loose control. “Christ, Hermione you feel so good.”

“Ooh...please Draco.” she panted into his hair. “Please, I need to feel you.”

She was more than ready, that much was for certain. He wanted her so badly it was actually painful. He looked into her eyes searching for reassurance. “Are you sure?”

She nodded her head with nervous apprehension. “Yeah, just take it easy at first, okay?”

Draco nodded solemnly in return. “Just give me the word and we’ll stop, okay?

He honestly didn’t know if he’d be able to stop once he started making love with her. He really couldn’t tell you if he could even stop now. It was important to him that she trust him though, and that was all it came down to. If she needed him to stop, he was damn well going to do that for her. He just hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Draco rubbed his cock up and down along Hermione’s clit, only to be rewarded with pleasurable moans. God she felt so good. He was about to lose it and he hadn’t even managed to wrap himself inside her yet. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve never been more ready for anything.” her husky voice on his neck caused his hair to raise on end.

Hermione felt him as his cock inched it’s way inside her. She felt the solid intrusion of his form slowly fill her insides. She was waiting for the pain that she’d overheard so many giggling girls speak of, but it never came. The pressure was slightly uncomfortable, but besides that it seemed like they had made quite a big deal out of it.

Maybe she’d just lost her hymen ages ago through the topsy turvy toils of her every day life. It made sense really, if she thought about it. There’s no way some thin flap of skin could possibly stand the test of time, what with all the years of life threatening infirmary visits she’d encountered through her friendships with Harry and Ron.

She was lost in her thoughts when she realized that Draco had suddenly stopped his movements, allowing her to get her bearings. “Is that it?”

The look of shock on his face was mortifying. She was filled with instant regret. Her foot was entirely in her mouth and she didn’t realize what she said until it was entirely too late. Curious as to if he was in all the way, or if she should brace for more, Draco completely took it the wrong way!

“Oh, God Draco! I didn’t mean it like that!” she cried. “It’s just..it didn’t hurt as muc–“

“Shh...quit while you’re ahead love.” He smirked, and planted a tender kiss on her lips.

His hips slowly started moving now, and she was left with an all new sensation burning through her belly. She was slowly losing herself to the intense lulls of his rhythm. She could feel him thrusting himself in and out of her causing her nerve endings to start of fire. The pace originally held on to her curiosity at the feeling of something new, but now she wanted more. She craved it. Yearned for it even. It was like she couldn’t get enough. If she lost her contact with him, she would lose her life force.

She started pushing her body up to him, matching his motions trust for thrust, and earning her ears the award of his hungry growl. “Jesus, you feel so fucking incredible, love.” He picked up his rhythm and drove into her with a bit more speed and abandon. “I could die in here and know I lived to be a happy man.”

Draco’s hand found it’s way back up to her pert breast, while his mouth loyally suctioned itself onto her twin. Flicking his tongue on her nipple, interchanging it with light bites.

“Oh, fuck Draco, yes! Ahhh...yes!”

He knew she was getting close, and he also knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer. With his other hand, he reached between them, and firmly pressed his thumb onto her clit. He circled his thumb around her in a steady rhythm.

As Hermione’s squeals and moans became more urgent, he felt her walls closing in around him. The convulsions around his cock sent searing white hot light burning through the back of his eyelids. Wave upon wave of uncontrolled tremors coursed their way from one body into the other until Draco collapsed into an exhausted heap on top of the woman of his dreams.

He lay on top of her for a few moments, trying to get a hold on his breathing. He looked her in the eyes, as they were once again so close they were sharing the same breath. Putting his palm on her cheek, he finally tested his voice again. “I love you so much it hurts, Hermione.”

“Well, then I hope that it’s a good hurt.” she smiled up at him and graced his lips with an earth shattering kiss.

As he drifted off to sleep with his arms wrapped around the only person in the world that mattered to him, Draco started to think. When he looked back years down the road, he would know without a doubt, this was the best day he’d ever had in his whole entire life.

Responses to reviews:

Hanna Delacour- I\'m happy you enjoy my humor. I\'ve been told it can be a bit brassy at times, I hope you continue to enjoy it!


moonjameskitten- Thank you sooo much again! It\'s such an honor that you enjoy my witing so much!


HiddenAllusion- Wow, I don\'t even know where to start! I\'m touched that I\'m able to make someone swoon! The destruction scene in the first dream was a dream that I actually had, which was the inspiration for this story. About Hermione\'s character, this is just how I imagine her to be in my mind. As a whole, her character doesn\'t get a lot of screen time, as the books revolve around Harry\'s perception of her. In my mind, I have no doubt that behind closed doors, she would behave in such a manner. As a person who is on the Dean\'s list myself in college, I rely on sweet blissful nicotine to balance my sanity, and I can easily see her relying on some sort of vice in the same way. As for her verbal ability, I feel that her\'s is very colorful. In her thirst for knowledge, I don\'t see her having any bias excercizing any word she\'s taken the trouble to learn. Again, this is just my personal take on her, and I feel it would be akward to the plot just to take the time out to randomly mention that. I do appreciate your reviews though, and I am thankful you took the time out for a critique. It truly does mean a lot to me.

lilycat- I\'m glad you like. I read about your lovely Crookshanks today and I about died with laughter when he clawed at poor Draco. I had an idea similar to that as well, but I decided against it. Now thankful I did, as I probably wouldn\'t do it justice to you.


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