Season of Pas_Her

By Lemust

Chapter 1-

The second war had just
ended. Many people were injured, lots of them were dead. The Light side finally
got to the Dark, until there weren’t any people left on the dark side. It was
their seventh year, the last year of their beloved home at Hogwarts: School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Not many people were left
that day. Most of the Gryffindors survived, but people from Slytherin and
Hufflepuff had died out. A few Ravenclaws remained.

Hermione Granger, the Head
Girl at that time was almost killed by Lucius Malfoy. But who should have
stopped him but her own enemy, and the killer’s son: the Head Boy Draco Malfoy.
He leapt off across the field and ran over to Hermione, knocking herself over
making her doubling in even more pain. However he was in the most pain.

So Lucius Malfoy decided
to leave it at that, but then Dumbledore killed him just after killing his own
nemesis, Voldemort. Shortly after, Dumbledore was killed by a wound that Voldemort
had inflicted a few minutes earlier.

Hermione’s face was dirty,
her robes were torn apart, and her hair was as disheveled as ever. She sobbed
hopelessly at the dead bodies surrounding her like a puddle. She couldn’t
believe that he had taken almost his life for her, although they’ve been on
good terms ever since sixth year. They had even fallen in love.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\">

True, the war had just
ended, and many of the Death Eaters were sentenced to a lifetime prison in
Azkaban. But one day, they managed to escape those cells and gain power once
more.

The year after the war,
Draco had decided that Voldemort was weak, and that he couldn’t bear to see so
many people killed in those gatherings. So he ignored his father’s outrageous
flaunts and decided to join the Light side. But at the last and final war, he
had to go to Voldemort’s side and betray his new Gryffindor buddies, who
surprisingly forgave him for all his malicious taunts towards each and every
one of them. Hermione wasn’t keen on this idea, and was hurt terribly. But
Draco promised he’d be back for her. And he was.

Disturbing her thoughts,
she looked away from the floor. font-family:Verdana\'>She knew she had to contact the Ministry so that they
could send medi-wizards for those who still held on to the remnants of life,
but she could not move. Hermione could not let loose the screams that banged
inside her head. And then she saw him.

Draco
Malfoy stood across the room, just as frozen, platinum-blond hair sticking out
every which way, pale cheeks grubbed with blood and molten gray eyes glazed
with a shock that harmonized hers. They locked stares and all of a sudden the
air seemed to rush out of her lungs in a fury, followed by a chocking sob.

He
slowly walked over to her, and offered his hand out. Hermione hesitantly took
his and never broke eye contact as she was hauled off her feet. Just then, he
took a crumpled up rose out of his pocket and placed it in her hand.

“You
win,” he said quietly. “The Light side will forever rule the Wizarding World.”

Hermione
nodded and clasped her hands around the rose.

“I’m
glad I made you choose the light side,” she whispered quietly, before looking
around the room at corpses, before scowling disgustedly, looking back at him.

“I
saw this every day back at Voldemort’s meetings,” Draco explained.

“I
see. No wonder you wanted to go on the light side.”

“Exactly,”
he answered. “Thank you for showing me.” His fingers then pressed up against
her cheekbones and then let go to twine in her hair, which had come plummeting
from the severe knot she pulled it into before gripping her wand and heading
into the war. Hermione started to shiver, while pressing herself closer against
him. She then knew that she could never allow anybody else to touch her whose
skin wasn’t sullied with death, whose fingers weren’t fouled with pain, whose
very pores weren’t tainted with disillusion and loss. She whimpered and tucked
her face into the side of his neck. His breath whispered over her skin as he
leaned his head on hers.

"Draco?" Hermione asked,
apprehensive and breathless.

This time he did not soothe her with
words, but with a deep, gentle kiss. He held her; pressing his mouth firmly to
hers, tongue exploring her depths with slow, passionate intensity.

Hermione moaned against his soft mouth and
opened herself further, surrendering fully to his very effective way of
comforting her. The kiss did more to reassure her than any words could have
that everything in their world was indeed all right.

At last he pulled back from her and sat up
straight. His grey eyes glittered as he gave her another soft smile, and began
caressing her face again.

"Remember when I told you that there
were things that had to remain hidden? That day, back in our common room?"
he said gently. "Things that I couldn\'t tell you... yet?"

"Yes, Draco," she gasped,
breathless at the implication of his words.

He laughed and kissed her again, brushing
his lips against hers in a swift and light caress.

"Well, now I can tell you those
things, Mon Amour," he said, his eyes gleaming. "I can tell you
everything..."

Draco leaned forward again, and rested his
face against hers, breathing the soft words into her ear. He kissed her neck
and sighed against her cheek. "I\'m free now to tell you everything that is
in my heart..."

Then the world around Hermione tilted
wildly once more as Draco’s mouth came down on hers and he kissed her once
again.

~*~

After the ministry was contacted, Hermione
and Draco made their ways up to the Head Tower, as did every other person in
the school who went to their House. As soon as they entered from the portrait,
Draco started snogging Hermione senseless. She finally gave in, remembering
their good days once more. Tumbling onto the couch, Hermione giggled as they
fell clumsily. He resumed kissing her, biting some of her neck, leaving trails
of love-bites all over her.

The brunette then closed her eyes and let
out a sighing breath as she felt Draco’s warm fingers caress her inner thighs.

"Ohhhh, uhhh, yessss...." she
breathed, arching her head back as the confident hands moved slowly higher and
found the edge of her knickers, fingertips slipping lightly underneath.

"Let\'s get these off you," Draco
murmured huskily. He slowly unbuttoned up her blouse and threw it out of his
sight, the shirt falling silently on the carpeted floor.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\">

Her taut abdomen and long legs lay
revealed to his eager gaze, her lower body naked except for the small lacy
scrap of underwear.

Hermione whimpered. She thought he would
yank the offending garment from her in one hasty movement, but he didn\'t.

Instead of his strong hands on her, she
felt Draco’s soft mouth, gently licking and kissing her tummy, tongue flicking
maddeningly across the top edge of the knickers.

"Draco, please… do it like the
first!" she groaned, bucking her hips to encourage him. Her injuries and
the pain in her shoulders was forgotten; all she was aware of now was her
aching need for his touch deep within her feminine core. She wanted him so
much...

His mouth never left her as she felt his
hands slip under her, holding her firm buttocks and then moved toward the
front, snagging the thin garment with his thumbs at each hip.

He lifted himself from between her legs
just enough to pull the lacy scrap down and off, tossing it to the floor. Then
his warm breath was on her again, his face buried in the crease where her body
and her legs joined, his hands cupping her ass again.

He lifted her gently, tilting her pelvis
upward in his grasp, and lowered his face to the secret, hidden female mystery
of her body. He groaned and inhaled her sweet, heady fragrance and then plunged
his tongue inside the delicate folds of her womanhood.

Hermione almost fainted from the pleasure.
She writhed against him, gasping, thrusting her hips eagerly against the source
of her delight, wanting to increase the pressure of his incredibly talented
mouth on her most sensitive parts.

He gave a little laugh and gripped her
rear tighter, holding her still.

"Patience," he breathed against
her, his warm breath softly stirring the tangle of mocha curls.

She could only moan incoherently in
response--- words were beyond her, lost as she was in anticipation of the
further sweet torment of his caresses.

His hands moved gently from under her to
caress the tender skin of her inner thighs again, gently pressing her knees
wider open. Hermione quivered in helpless longing.

Then he ended his torture and with hands
and tongue, began his pleasuring of her in earnest.

With infinite care, his fingers teased
back the outer lips of her femininity, revealing the intricate folds beneath.
He traced the outline of each inner labia with his tongue, and then kissed each
sof tof the tender pink flesh fervently, feeling her moistness against his
lips.

Her breath came in sharp gasps now, her
belly heaving with the efforts of her body to suck in enough air to remain
conscious under the onslaught of sweet sensation.

Draco pulled her closer, his tongue going
deeper inside her fragrant depths. He lapped at her like a cat with milk, using
broad strokes of his tongue all along her center and up toward the most secret
and sensitive of her pleasure places.

He licked her relentlessly until the hood
of her pleasure bud peeled back, coaxing her clitoris from the sheltered haven
of the soft pink folds.

"Ahhh....ahhhh.... ahhhhh...."
the woman on the couch cried out with each incredible caress of his tongue.

He changed styles effortlessly, no longer
using the broad front of his tongue to excite her, but now flicking its pointed
tip rapidly across her sensitized flesh, knowing instinctively that his
caresses at this point, needed to be at once faster and more gentle.

He closed his eyes and moaned, feeling
himself grow uncomfortably hard as his member throbbed and strained against the
now tight material of his pants. His engorged cock clamored for attention,
demanding to be plunged deep inside her where his tongue had so luckily been.

Draco paused to gasp and take a deep
breath, and then gathered all his concentration to continue Hermione’s
pleasure, and take her to the release she had begged for.

Her body was tensed in a bow, her hips
coming off the couch as all the muscles in her long legs clenched in readiness
for the ever higher spiraling ecstasy she knew would come.

She couldn\'t take much more- she knew she
was close. It would only take a little more of Draco’s intimate kisses, a few
more caresses of that talented mouth, and she knew she would explode in
night-shattering fireworks of delight.

"Draco...Draco…Draco…Draco!"
she chanted.

In answer to her cry of need, he moaned at
the sound of his name being cried out from her, and plunged his tongue back in
her depths. He suckled on each small inner labia in turn, and then found the
throbbing pleasure bud again and repeated the rapid flicking motion of before.

The tip of his tongue moved so rapidly
across her clitoris, and with such perfect intensity and pressure, it was
almost as if it vibrated against her most sensitive core, sending waves of
pleasure deep within her body.

Holding her hips in his hands, he felt the
first shudders of her orgasm begin. Draco moaned and tightened his grip on her
more firmly, holding her steady as he swirled his tongue in one sweetly
enveloping circle around her delicate clit.

Hermione bit back a scream and quivered,
bucking her hips against him. Draco swirled his tongue again, knowing with
satisfied happiness that his next movement would send her crashing over the
edge of ecstasy.

He lapped at her swollen clitoris again,
then drew it- so very gently- just inside his lips, and then firmly suckled it.

Hermione arched her back and cried out,
almost sobbing as the waves of her intense orgasm took her. A few tears
streaked down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them and continued watching him. Draco
held on to her wildly bucking hips, maintaining the contact of his mouth
against her rippling flesh.

He kept kissing her, kept stroking the
soft pink folds, kept licking her lightly as the violent tremors that shook her
body gradually lessened and then ceased.

When he felt her at last relax and go
limp, he lifted his head from her and moved up just a little to place soft
kisses on her navel, giving her tummy gentle licks.

Hermione gave a little laugh of deep
contentment and shivered in delight, as this last tender caress tickled her and
sent gooseflesh all over her body.

Draco’s own swollen pleasure center
between his legs still throbbed demandingly, his cock still clamoring for a
release of its own. But, unlike his body, his mind was content that he had
brought the woman he loved the ultimate pleasure, and he was resigned to the
fact that his needs, for this night at least, would remain, unavoidably and
regretfully, unfulfilled.

He would just have to wait until they were
both completely healed until he could take his own pleasure with her, until
they could share their passion together.

With a sigh, he rose up on the bed and
adjusted the twisted robe more modestly around the injured woman\'s legs. He
stood up and bent down to kiss her softly, looking into her drowsy,
passion-glazed eyes.

"Are you relaxed now?" he said
in a teasing murmur against her cheek.

"Mmmmmm......" she sighed
incoherently, closing her eyes.

Draco laughed and bent to kiss her cheek
lightly; as he did, his body brushed against hers, and she felt his unrelieved
aching hardness against her side.

Her eyes flew open, and she turned a
concerned face to him, looking slightly guilt-stricken.

"Draco?" she asked in a whisper.

He gave a short shake of his head and
smiled at her. "It\'s alright, my dear," he saidh anh an embarrassed
laugh. "I\'ll leave you to rest now...."

Hermione adamantly shook her head and
tried to struggle up on the pillows. "No, Draco." She declared
stubbornly. "It\'s not alright! You have desires, too..."

She hated to have done something almost
cruel to him, after all the kindness he had shown her. "It\'s not
fair." She stated emphatically.

Draco shushed her and pushed her gently
back on the bed. "Hush, my love," he said softly, extremely touched
at her concern. "I\'ll live, you know," he said with his infamous
smirk. "There\'s nothing you can do for me, anyway, right at this
moment.." He rose to leave the common room.

Hermione stopped him by calling him back.
"Draco, don\'t leave," she begged.

He turned in the doorway.

She had a determined look in her eye.
"You may not be able to do it with me, but you can still do it for
me," she said in a demanding inexorable tone.

Draco lifted an eyebrow in shock.
"What did you say?"

"We\'re not done making love,"
she declared stubbornly. "Not until you are satisfied, too."

He shook his head, stunned. "But you
can\'t- we can\'t....." he stammered.

"I know," she said softly.
"I know I can\'t. But you can.." Her eyes lit with a soft glow.
"My hands don\'t work, but yours certainly do.." she said with her own
smirk.

"Hermione Granger!" he gasped in
shock.

She glanced pointedly at the space on the
couch beside her. "Lie down here," she ordered, her voice firm.

Draco hesitated, suddenly shy.

"Do it," Hermione pleaded.
"Do it for me..."

“We don’t have much room.” Draco
protested.

“What are beds for?”

So, he ran over to the nude Hermione,
picked her up and carried him to his bedroom. He gingerly lay her down on the
bed, watching her reaction.

Her gaze flickered hungrily over him,
sending chills of anticipation and excitement through him. The tumescent, almost
painful, lump in his pants grew taut and hardened further. Draco wanted this.

He met the hungry brown eyes with needy
grey ones of his own. He took a deep breath, shut the door firmly behind him,
and crossed to the bed.

Hermione smiled. "Perform for
me," she begged.

There Draco stood at the side of the bed,
gazing softly down at the beautiful woman lying there. For she was beautiful,
bruises and all. Of all the people in the world, this was the person he felt
the closest to, the person he loved, the person he had shared his most intimate
moments with before and now.

More than anyone else on earth, he trusted
her. He loved her, completely, with his whole being.

Still, there was something so infinitely
private and personal about the act he was about to perform. And somehow
terrifying.

Draco felt his skin grow cold, even as his
insistent manhood burned hotter. If he didn\'t know better, Draco might have
thought the feelings he was experiencing were not unlike a bad case of stage
fright.

He gazed shyly at the floor.

"Take off your shirt, Draco,"
Hermione whispered, encouraging him. "I haven’t seen you in a long t”

He looked up at her then, and met her
eyes. The love he saw there in her eyes dissipated his fear. Her warm gaze
never left him as he slowly began unbuttoning the long-sleeved black shirt.

When he reached the last button, the
garment fell open to reveal smooth skin over firm muscles, almost marble-like
in their sculpted hardness.

"Still as beautiful, Draco," she
whispered. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

He smiled at her, and let the shirt drop
from his broad shoulders to the floor.

"Touch it, Draco," Hermione
said, guiding him in his pleasure, as well as her own. "Touch that
beautiful chest."

He stared mesmerized at her and his lips
parted slightly as he began to breathe harder. He then gulped.

Trance-like, he obeyed, realizing that
what he would be doing would not be some solitary act of self-gratification,
but instead would be an act of mutual pleasure, an act of intimate love-play
between them.

He knew Hermione would enjoy this as much
as he would. He tried to make it good for her.

He laid gentle fingers on his sternum and
felt his heart beat wildly beneath his hand. Slowly he brushed his palm across
the skin with its light covering of hair until his fingers found the flat
nipple and pinched it lightly.

Hermione smiled as she watched his eyes
close and his head fall back as he caressed himself harder.

"Does that feel good, Draco?"
she asked softly.

“Mmmmm," he moaned incoherently,
fingers moving faster, firmer.

"Who\'s touching you, Draco?" she
whispered.

He opened passion-glazed eyes and looked
at her. "You are," he breathed with intimate sweetness. "You
are....."

Hermione swallowed hard, touched at his
intimate trust of her.

"Do you want me to touch you
more?" she said hoarsely, voice choked with emotion. "Let me touch
all of you, Draco...."

"Yes, yes...." he said huskily,
moving toward the bed. "Touch me...."

"Please touch me," he begged.

"Take off the rest," Hermione
whispered. "Let me see all of you."

Draco held her gaze and slid his hand down
from the now hardened nipple over his smooth ridged stomach until he reached
the waistband of his slacks.

With a small groan, he unsnapped the
fastening at the top and slowly lowered the zipper, carefully easing it over
the hard pressure of his engorged manhood.

He slipped his fingers under the elastic
band of his boxers and with one swift movement, pulled both trousers and
underwear down and off, kicking his shoes off at the same time.

Still bent forward, he stripped off his
socks and then straightened, standing entirely naked before her.

She drank in the beautiful sight of him,
all hard muscle and long lean lines. His grey eyes glittered in the angelic
face, his beautiful pale blonde hair falling freely down his face.

His chest was heaving as he took in rapid
breaths in his excitement. His hands trembled where they hung at his sides near
the sculpted lines of his lean hips, and from between the muscular thighs rose
the perfectly formed hard length of his manhood, rising proudly to lie against
his taut abdomen.

"You\'re beautiful, Draco," she
said again. "So beautiful...."

He locked his gaze with hers, and she
directed him again in their love play. "Touch yourself for me, Draco,
please...."

He moaned softly and closed his eyes, his
head tilting back again.

Slowly, he slid both hands down his sides
from his lean waist down the length of the firm thighs and then slid between
them.

One hand cupped the darker skin of the
soft sacs between his legs while the other moved higher to grip the hardened
length of his penis, pulling the foreskin upward with firm strokes, where it
glided back and forth smoothly over the purple, sensitive tip.

Hermione stared fascinated at his
instinctive rhythmic movements, mesmerized by the way the muscles in his hips
rippled and bunched as he thrust himself against the searching, caressing hand.

She licked her lips and let out a small
sigh, feeling her own breath quicken as she felt her excitement build with his.

Draco tossed his head and let out a loud
moan. "Mia..." he cried, panting loudly. " Ahhh, yes…
yes..." a tear escaped from Hermione’s eye, and Draco quickly licked it
away with a flick. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I won’t leave you anymore.” She
nodded understandingly, reminiscing those days where they made passionate love
next to the fireplace. How he called her name: Mia. He was the only one who had
called her that besides Hermione’s grandmother, but right now her family was
the farthest thing in her mind.

"Tell me what I\'m doing to you
Draco," she whispered hoarsely.

He opened his eyes, and a second later he
had crossed swiftly to the bed, and knelt beside her. She could smell his musky
male scent, the heady natural fragrance of his arousal causing her own feminine
core to throb in response.

Carefully, making sure he didn\'t jostle
her injuries, he leaned toward her and took her lips with his own, exploring
the soft insides of her mouth with his probing, insistent tongue.

He moaned softly against her lips and then
answered her last passionate question.

"You\'re sucking me, Mia," he
panted against her cheek as his hand stroked the hard length of his manhood
again.

"Ahhh ...yes... you\'re taking me into
your beautiful mouth...."

Hermione laughed joyously. "You taste
so good, Draco," she said softly, continuing the game. "I love to
feel my lips around you.."

He groaned loudly again and sat up further
on the bed, leaning back on his haunches and throwing his head back, his face
contorted in passion.

His thick lashes of his closed eyes lay
against his cheeks, his mouth twisted to one side, lips pressed tightly
together.

The cords in his long neck stood out
plainly, and a light sheen of sweat glistened on his face and chest. The sweat
dampened his hair as well, and it hung in wild tendrils across his face.

He huffed out his breaths in short panting
grunts, and the hand on the hard shaft moved faster, stroking harder, gliding,
pulling, rubbing, in an ever more intense rhythm.

Draco held her breath watching him. She
had never seen him look more vulnerable; and, at the same time, she knew she
had never seen him look more powerful, in his complete and utter maleness, in
his strong, masculine passion....

"Draco," Hermione whispered once
more. "What are we doing now?" she said, enthralled by his escalating
passion. "Am I still sucking you?"

He gave a slight shake of his head, but he
did not open his eyes or slow the firm caresses of his hand. "No," he
groaned out his answer. "We\'re in a deserted classroom. .." he
panted.

"What?" Hermione gasped in
shock. "What are we doing in the classroom?"

Draco moaned, and stroked himself harder.
"I... I\'ve thrown you across the table, and pushed up your skirt..."

He took in a shuddering breath and went
on. "... I\'ve torn off your sexy knickers, and now I\'m taking you...
fucking you fast and hard..."

"Ohhh..." he gasped, and
collapsed on his side on the bed.

Hermione felt a glow of warmth spread
through her, and a sweet lifting of her heart.

He must have been thinking of her, wanting
her, wishing he could fulfill this fantasy of ravishing her in the middle of
the desk, defying the restrictions that the school rules had put on their
inevitable passion....

Draco writhed on the bed, and turned on
his stomach, his hand still under his body, firmly caressing the turgidly
swollen cock. He sobbed in harsh gasps into the coverlet, and his hips
undulated in a slower rhythm now as he thrust into his hand with sinuous,
grinding movements.

Hermione could not help but admire the
sight of his well- muscled back and his firm, shapely rear as the muscles
bunched tautly, then relaxed, then bunched again as he ground himself deeply
into his fist with sensuous, circular thrusts.

Then she moaned. "Draco, sweetheart...."
she begged, writhing on the bed herself as his movements turned her on further,
"Tell me what you\'re doing to me now....."

He lifted his head up, arching his neck
back as he thrust himself again and again into the firmly grasping fingers. His
eyes came open, but they were unseeing, faraway in some new fantasy...

"I\'m making love to you, Mia,"
he groaned. "So sweet, so slow...."

Her eyes grew moist at the tenderness in
his voice. She climbed up and took the task for herself. She replaced his hands
with her own and started fondling him. Draco rolled his head back and closed
his eyes, trying not too hard to buck into Hermione’s mouth.

“Mia…” he groaned.

Hermione then did something with her
hands, fondling his balls gently. Draco moaned as she then caressed his tip.

“Oh gods, Hermione!” She quickly replaced
her hands with her mouth.

“Mm…” she vibrated around his cock, making
Draco cum all over the place. White goo dribbled all over her chin since she
wasn’t able to swallow all of them. But then she leaned against him, breathing
into the soft hairs leading up to his stomach.

Draco pulled her up and cuddled next to
her into a spooning position. Hermione wrapped her leg around his and settled
comfortably, leaning into him. Draco took some strands of hair and flipped them
onto her back. He then started kissing all over her shoulders, tracing the outlines
of her breasts.

“I love you,” she whispered as he
continued to caress her. Draco smiled, not a smirk but a smile. He hadn’t heard
her say that for a long time.

“I love you too.” He said, before falling
asleep next to her.

~*~

…
to be continued…

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