Unravel

She was frazzled, he could tell. Her head was shifting back and forth over the volume in front of her. She was completely amerced in the tomb, and absolutely determined to find the answer she was searching for. His heart swelled another size and his shoulders shrugged as he chuckled. This witch was amazing him more and more all the time.


"Granger?" He suddenly asked.


She only mumbled a sound back in response.


"Will you be my girlfriend?" It was a casual sounding question.


"Yes," she replied fleetingly with out thinking, still scrawling through the dusty pages.


Draco blinked a few times, not understanding if she really heard what he said.
He was expecting a little more. "Did you hear what I asked?" He said louder.


"Yes!" She yelled even louder in frustration. She slammed her hands on the table harshly and lifted her head to look him in the eye. Slowly, she got up and began to crawl across the table with the look of a hunting lioness. He watched with transfixion as her tiny body, clad in a white t-shirt and night shorts, advanced. She moved carefully, determined, and probably completely unaware of what affect her action was having on his body.


Draco hadn't noticed a lump had formed in his throat so he gulped it down loudly as his girlfriend of one minute advanced closer. He had never seen her this way before, it was frightfully exciting. His pants were now tight.


"Of course I'll be your girlfriend Draco Malfoy! You have infected my soul to the point that I'm ill with out you." She had succeeded at getting across the table to him and now cozied herself into his lap.


Her body was quivering in his arms, and tears were flowing rapidly down her already wet cheeks. She had his neck secured tightly in her small arms. Draco noticed how she had fallen into her place of vulnerability and let him cradle her comfortably. "You- you can't ever le-leave me," She whispered through sobs into his ear.


Hermione knew that she was in love with him before he explained to her the curse his father had put on him. But now that she knew, and understood how hard life had been for him, her love for him had outgrown her own mind. She wasn't able to fathom her own feelings for him. She wanted him there all the time, she wanted to always touch him, keep him safe, make him happy.


"Never." He told her immediately.


Gentle and harsh, her hands were tearing at the buttons along his shirt, her lips searing a flaming path over his neck. Everything had become clearer to her. No more was she confused with why Draco had entered her life. A completeness had taken place inside her and all that was left now was to save his life so that the two of them could just be together.


He felt her body quivering and the passion she was letting out cascade over him. It made him feel the funniest way, a feeling he had never imagined. Tears were welling in the corner of his eyes and it took him a few seconds to except them as the joy he had been missing for all these years. It was surprising that he could become any happier.


The drops of tears flowed freely from the tousled haired girl. An animalistic neediness overshadowed her feelings of modesty as one by one articles of clothing fell in small piles to the floor. His hard sculpted body moved beneath her finger tips sending small jolts of amazing pain beneath her panties. Once their lips had finally found one another they found it hard to part.


His strong jaw clenched and unclenched as he tried to keep in the droplets that dangerously threatened to spill. He didn't even understand why he fought to keep them in, it was just what he always had to do in order to show no weakness. But once breathing had become hard to accomplish, and their mouths finally let go of one another, he sat back a moment to adore her. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra with one flick of her finger. The deep amber orbs kept a constant trance with the blue ones in front of them.


The sheer fabric fell lightly from her body and revealed a perfect set of perkiness. Draco took a split second to look from her puffy eyes to her erect nipples, yearning to be licked, before he let a lone tear slide down his cheek. She was the embodiment of everything gorgeous and loving.


It sparkled as it slid from his eye and down his cheek, finally resting at the bottom of his chin before falling off and landing on her thigh. Hermione gazed in astonishment at his blushed face that soon began to let out more glittering drops. She laughed through her own tears as she took his face in her dainty hands and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.


"I love you," she heard him whisper as soon as their lips were together no more.


There wasn't a moment of hesitation as she whispered it back to him through an onslaught of fresh and hiccuped tears.


Slender fingers ferociously tugged at the hem of her panties as she tried to do the same to his boxer briefs. He sensed her trouble and decided to take the situation into his own hands.


"Oh!" She cried surprised once she realized she was in the air and being carried across the room. Her legs immediately encased him and she felt the throbbing hardness between his legs against her own yearning core. He wiggled a little as he walked, enticing Hermione to giggle as she realized he was trying to get his knickers to the floor. Halfway to his bed their bare skin had found each other.


The bed was too far away.


Draco held his witch against the wall as her final squirms had brought the head of his cock to her dripping opening. He felt her there at her tip, so turned on that her juices began to run down his shaft.


"Please," she whimpered. He needed that small plea from her, that mumbled little word, in order to drop her onto his awaiting member.


She felt filled up to the brim, complete. He didn't move for a second and she felt gracious for it, because the feeling of him inside her was something she never wanted to lose.


His hand held the back of her head as he began to sharply pull out of her and then immediately back in, feeling her tightness suck him in every time he reluctantly pulled out. She was literally being dropped onto him so it was only minutes before that amazing torn feeling crept over her body, sending shivers to her very core.


Her insides began to clamp tighter, her moans became louder. A sly grin graced Draco's face knowing how he could make her feel. It was bliss to understand that he didn't need to unravel her mind to see her glorious insides, her raw emotion. All he had to do was shag her, and love her, senseless.


Every single nerve in her body had become a sting of fire. As her body began to succumb to her orgasm her head slipped back, her eyes clamped shut, and her boyfriend took advantage.


In front of him her tits were on full bouncy display. A strangled cry left her mouth when his tongue found her right nipple and licked it to a firm bud before taking the whole thing into his mouth. He made himself hold on longer until she was satisfied, because at the moment her heaving breath and moans were enough to make him explode.


He switched to her left side, receiving the same excited moans. He didn't notice that he was pummeling so hard the wooded wall behind her began to creak almost as loud as her. She didn't seem to mind.


"Mmmm, harder Draco!"


He chuckled lightly and obliged immediately. In seconds her insides were milking him and his thrusting was border line violent. She seemed to be almost screaming his name as she convulsed on him.


The bulging muscles in his arms clenched under her nails and she knew he was going over the edge right along with her. She was thankful for his hand behind her head because if it were not there it would have been bruised right along with her shoulder blades.


Slowly, his breathing began to calm, and the tightness in his shoulders unwound. She placed a kiss on top of his shoulder, trying to steady her own breath, except it wouldn't. Fresh tears fell from her eyes.


***


Lucius's fingers tapped over and over again onto the large wooden desk in front of him. He had been waiting in the old cod's office for over ten minutes. As annoyed as he was with the mudblood loving wizard, he felt a sense of empowerment by even being there. He thought that after doing a stint in Azkaban, a social life as he once knew it would dissipate all together.


A slimy smirk crawled over his mouth, leave it to the idiot Fudge to reinstate him. No argument from the Malfoy though, Fudge's ignorance was one of the Dark Lord's best tools.


A breathy sigh left his lips, if only Dumbledor were that stupid.


A loud creak echoed behind the blonde's head and he turned to see the withered, but still pinched face, of Professor McGonagall.


"Mr. Malfoy, sorry to keep you waiting, but it seems that the Head Master has still not returned from out of town business."


Lucius's eyes narrowed at her as he stood to face her, "What kind of out of town business?"


The Professor did not appreciate his nosy attitude, "Personal Mr. Malfoy, he did not inform me."


She watched as his shoulders squared towards her and he took in a deep annoyed breath. "The Head Master of Hogwarts shouldn't be away at such a...critical time, and as one of the School Governors, we do have the right to know his business." His eyes seemed to narrow even more, " For the children's sake of course."


"Well I assure you, he always has the children's best interest in mind when it comes to his decisions." She felt more purse lipped than she intended. His statement of the school being in critical condition worried her, because at the moment it wasn't. So what did this former student that she had loathed ever since he was a tattle-taling little boy know?


He sniffed at her comment, holding his nose up even higher, "Very well, I'll just get on with my business."


As much as she would have rather hexed him into oblivion, she did not. She held the door open for him to pass through into the halls below.


***


Ron found his bushy haired friend in the library combing the restricted section like a mad woman. He had said her name three times before he had to yell it, and automatically got scolded by Madame Pince from all the way across the room.


"How does she do that?" He asked Hermione seriously.


Hermione shook her head to try and get her mind into the present state. "Huh? What Ron?"


He sighed, feeling depleted that he hadn't had any attention from her lately. Her mind was in the clouds more that ever now that she was dating Malfoy. Well more than dating he should say. The smile that she had been showing off was much more than anything he had ever noticed on her before. And the way they always had to be touching each other, no matter where they were! He hated that ferret faced git, but even so, he could see the overwhelming amount of, dare he say, love, the two of them emitted. He wasn't sure of his place anymore.


"I've been looking for you-"


"Sorry Ron, but I've been on this mission to find this damn curse that Draco has on him!" Her eyes zoomed over the bindings still, only half paying attention to him. Until his silence stopped her.


She turned to see an extremely quizzical expression on his face. Ho-ly SHIT! Draco made her swear to keep it a secret from the boys, he hated the fact that it might cause people pity him.


Her eyes were wide with horror, she knew that she had just spilled a secret. "Oh please Ron please don't tell, Draco made me swear, and if he knew I slipped, oh Merlin, holy hell. Please you can't say a word!"


"Okay! Okay, stop rambling." She spoke a mile a minute when she was was worried.


She gulped dramatically and heaved a great sigh.


"Now what are you talking about? What curse?"


Damnit it was hard to keep things from Ron and Harry. She was just so use to speaking freely around them that when she knows a secret it's only a matter of time...it was wonder how she kept Draco from them all that time.


Her head fell sadly, just thinking about the night he revealed his past made her want to cry.


Harry had finally left the Head room after much discussion over Voldemort's daily routines. Draco told him everything he knew, drawing more suspicion as to why Draco was being so cooperative.


"I'll see you at at breakfast Harry, good night."


Harry took once last chance to give Malfoy a glare before retreating through the portrait hole.


Hermione plopped on the sofa beside Draco and asked playfully, "So what are you true intentions for involving Harry?"


"Easy," He sniffed, "You."


She was slightly taken aback by his blunt answer, and he smiled at her discomfort. Her hair felt soft between his fingers as he tucked a strand behind her ear. "As much as I hate to say it, I know he is The Chosen One. He alone is the one to take down Voldemort, and hopefully in the panic of his demise my father will be taken down also." He brushed an airy kiss across her lips and took in the deep scent of her curls ,"It took you to be in my life for me to realize I can't do it alone, because there are more precious things I have noticed."


"Like?"


His beautiful smile widened while his eyes stayed closed, still relishing her scent, "I already told you," He opened his eyes to look deep into hers, "You."


Her smile reached up to touch her eyes, and as she was bout to ravage his lips she stopped, remembering that they had more to discuss. "So are going to tell me what your father has done to you, why you are unable to face him head on?"


The time has come, the moment he never thought he would ever have to deal with, because he never thought he would care about someone enough to let them know until Lucius was dead.


The sexy blonde sighed and hunched forward to place his face in his hands. Where to begin?


"I must have been about six years old when I asked my father to tell me the story of Harry Potter. Up until then I only knew a small amount about the boy that seemed to put my family's kind of wizards in an uproar. To say the least, I was extremely confused. In my home, he was spoke of like a dirty rat. I remember hearing some of my family talk about how he should be found and killed, but it was like they were scared, obviously, you understand why.


In the papers though, and from the rest of the world he was a hero. My father kept the rare articles that would pop up about him in his study drawer. I would read them in secret, making myself more confused. So finally I asked."


Draco leaned back onto the couch and spread his arms over the back, with his head drooped backward. Why was it so hard for him to speak about it. It must be absolutely horrid.


"He must of sensed my confusion because he became livid at the thought that his only son had any doubt about his word. My mother...I believe she was gone that day, because she didn't come to my aid."


His aid? Hermione took in a shaky breath, ready to hear what he had to say next.

"It wasn't so much the hit to the face that hurt me so bad, it was the feeling of the cruciatis curse as only a little boy. I thought, he was going to kill me. That day I learned what death was, and I learned that at any moment my father could kill me if he pleased. I remember it felt like an eternity before all the blackness went away, when I woke, I was still on the floor in his study, he was at his desk reading an old spell book."


Draco turned towards the beautiful girl beside him to show her the pain in his eyes, "He was just working casually, like he didn't do anything to his six year old son."


His vulnerability was in plain sight, he didn't even try to hide it.


"I sat up and looked at him, frightened as hell to even move more than that. He finished what he was doing and finally looked up at me...with a smirk. He said 'Are you done asking stupid questions?' I must have nodded because then he told me 'Good, because you will never ask me a stupid fucking question like that again!' Then there was a bright red light and I woke up in my room the next morning. From that day on I was physically unable to disobey my father.


As I got older I began to test the limits of the curse, he noticed and punished me every time. He punished...my mother as well, if she ever tried to help me. Disobedience is something I have never been able to do to my father, literally."


He kept his gaze on the ceiling as he snorted, "See why I hate Potter so much?"


Hermione tried her hardest to keep her tears in place, but she failed, and once again it was Draco comforting her.


Ron hadn't a clue how to react.


"You can't say a word to Harry, or Draco. I'm begging you."


He stared at her red eyes that had begun to seep water in the middle of her story about what Malfoy had told her.


"Of course," He mumbled stupidly.


"Of course!"


"Yeah? Of Course."


"No, Ronald! The old spell book Draco said he was reading! That must be it!"


Ronald agreed with her with out fully understanding what he was agreeing to.


She felt satisfied that Ronald would be loyal to her and keep his mouth shut, and excited that she may have finally found some lead to her complex situation. She smiled at him, but he only returned her smile with bulging eyes.


"Actually Hermione I came to find you for an important reason!"


She jumped a foot in the air at the outburst, again hearing Madame Pince shoosh him from somewhere unknown.


"He's here. In the castle. Lucius Malfoy is here today."