Can\'t Live With Remembering

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Can\'t Live With Remembering

Hermione

Those silver-gray eyes are capable of showing such a vast array of
emotions. As I sit across the room and observe his long graceful
fingers raking through his light hair, a flush creeps to my chest. How
I rber ber that day. It seems that a lifetime separates us from then.

As the noise in the room drones in the background, the sensations of a
night long since forgotten come rushing back over me. Strong and gentle
hands caressed parts of me; unaware of the sensations that could be
summoned by the touch of another. The day had been one devoid of
romance; driven simply by desire, passion, and ultimately cruelty.
Years of rivalry pushed aside for a short time; we were two beings in
silent accord to accept the magnetism that brought us together for a
moment despite our differences.




We were assigned to the same quarters, as we had both been honored as
Head Boy and Girl. Sharing the space had been easy enough, as we were
both more than capable of spending time alone with our thoughts and our
books. Not dependent upon the company of others we found that our
rooming assignments were almost as if we’d been given private quarters.


In fact, I might have forgotten that we shared a suite, had we not had
the same schedule. Preparing for class in the mornings became our main
point of contention. I felt as if I were back with my old roommates in
Gryffindor tower as he spent an inordinate amount of time in the
bathroom and before the mirror, preparing himself daily.

It was not uncommon for me to be dancing a ritualistic dance in my own
room, praying to whatever deity governed bladder control. That morning,
unable to hold it any longer, I pulled my wand and unlocked the door to
the bathroom. Pushing my way inside, I froze as he was standing over
the toilet. A flush came over my cheeks as I realized that I had walked
in on him urinating. No, no, I stared despite myself as I watched his
hand stroke slowly over his shaft.

I gathered myself, looking away abruptly as his head turned ine,ine, a
smirk upon his lips. He asked me, ‘did I want to help him?’ Merlin, I
did, but I simply shot back, “You could do that in your own room, some
of us need to use the facilities.”

He shrugged, and stepped away from the toilet. He continued to slide
his hands across the smooth skin of his erection, stopping to lean
against the door that led to his bedroom before reaching down with his
other hand to cup his balls. As I watched him in disbelief, my tongue
darted from between my lips bringing them much needed moisture, before
continuing.

“If you don’t mind, I need to use the toilet.”


He grinned, a grin wider than one I had ever seen on his face, though
it still held the same air of sarcasm. He didn’t mind had been his
reply, as his hands continued their ministrations to his staff. My mind
reeled. I couldn’t possibly make it to another toilet ime.ime. Having
little choice, I pulled my pajama bottoms down, trying to hold the hem
of the short tank as far down as I could and sat upon the toilet.

As I sat, the top failing to hide my creamy bare thighs and the
silhouette of my arse, his eyes rolled upward, his breathing ragged.
The sound of his orgasm reached my ears, and my stomach lurched. The
urine that I had tried to hold back to save pride was released as he
turned to leave the bathroom.

As I showered that morning, I could not prevent my mind from returning
to the images of him pleasuring himself, over the toilet, against the
wall as he watched me sit down to relieve myself. The water beating
against my chest along with the images of the morning’s events brought
heat between my thighs. Reaching down to drag a fingernail gently
across my clit I allowed the water to caress my body; my other hand
dropping to dip a finger inside the well of my desire.

I closed my eyes to lean back against the wall, sliding a finger slowly
in and out of my canal. My other fingers continually stroking my clit,
building tension slowly in my body, I felt myself sliding down the wall
of the shower to the floor. As I lay back, lost in the pleasurable
sensation of the water beating against my body, I tilted my hips so
that the stream could land between my thighs. Pumping two fingers
feverishly inside of me, the water brought me to a powerful orgasm, my
knees falling to one side, my body spent, simply reveling in the feel
of the water caressing me as I lay in the shower.



Draco



A smirk crossed my face as I recalled the humiliation I had just
brought upon her. Leaving her no choice but to remove her clothing to
use the bathroom as I brought myself pleasure in the corner had been as
arousing as the sight of her bare thighs and arse. I had no interest in
the act itself. But seeing her sit in preparation to relieve herself,
an act that was so personal that few would ever witness, had sent me
over the edge. I had cum hard, letting only a muffled groan escape my
lips before returning to my quarters.


As I heard the rhythmic beating of water from the shower, my own
biological needs became evident. I gave her some time to get in the
shower, and then entered without ceremony, relieving myself. As I
flushed the toilet, I anticipated her angry response at the noise, but
none came. Turning out of curiosity to the shower, I saw her silhouette
on the floor. Daring to pull back the curtains slightly, my cock
stirred again. As I watched her, knees parted, her mound massaged by
the water as her fingers danced inside of her, my hand returned to my
own sex. I watched her cum, her hips bucking up to reach the stream of
water, and her head tossing from side to side. To see her like this was
amazing. As I watched her hips sink, her legs closing off entry to her
womanhood I cursed and begrudgingly ceased my own ministrations, for I
would not have enough time to bring myself to orgasm without risking
discovery.

The day passed agonizingly slow. It seemed that we were destined to be
in close proximity after the morning’s events. Transfigurations found
us partnered as did Potions. I protested to my head of house using the
epithets that had become synonymous with her over the years. All the
while trying to ignore the stirring in my trousers as I observed her
out of the corner of my eye adjusting her stockings beneath her robes.

Much to my chagrin, he took no sympathy upon my plight and refused to
reconsider. The morning events, coupled with our classes left me in
such a state of arousal that I could not take my eyes off of her during
lunch. I had been watching her banter with her housemates and as her
eye had caught mine her hand rose nervously, tucking the locks of her
hair behind her ear. As I allowed a smirk to play upon my lips, her
hands rose to her chest making sure the robes were securely closed.

She soon rushed from the Great Hall, heading undoubtedly to the
library. Despite my better judgment I rose to follow her. I found her
in the back corner near the restricted section. This was where she
could always be found, her head buried in some book, away from the
distraction of the other students who had only come to the library as a
last resort. As I walked slowly toward her I was surprised to see that
she had no books in front of her. Rather, she appeared pensive as she
chewed her bottom lip. As I observed her I caught sight of her hand
beneath the desk, inside of the waistband of her skirt, visible behind
partially opened robes.

I walked around behind her, undetected as she was distracted by the
sensations that her hands were bringing beneath the desk. “Thinking
about our morning together,” I breathed in her ear, pulling her chair
out. As she pulled her fingers from her sex, I took one in between my
lips, before turning to straddle her lap, sinking my weight upon her
thighs. As I suckled on her fingers, enjoying the look of shock in her
eyes, my hands fell to our sides to slide up her calves, to just
beneath the hem of her skirt. I lowered my head to hers to bite her
lower lip, pulling away before some wandering first year came upon us.
“See you tonight,” were my departing words as I stood to straighten my
robes and left the library.



Hermione




The boy was positively infuriating. How dare he spy on me? I knew
that’s what he had been doing. I could spend weeks in my corner of the
library and come across no one.

The truth was that I was embarrassed. He had caught me, and he had
known what had been my inspiration for my solitary tryst. I wandered
through the rest of the day, only paying enough attention in Care of
Magical Creature pre prevent a visit to the hospital ward. My mind
would not shut down the images of the morning. The sight of his
delicate pale hands sliding intently across his pink erection would not
leave me. My friends were concerned about me they had never seen me so
distracted from my classes. I failed to volunteer a single answer and
had stood by allowing a couple of first years to draw their wands upon
each other in the corridor.

Waving off their concern, I retreated to my quarters begging a need for
rest. As I entered I went to my chambers to undress. Shedding my robes
and uniform I opted for a pair of cut-off sweats. Deciding to remove my
bra and free my breasts I pulled on an oversized tee shirt, its neck
had been cut wide allowing it to hang off of my shoulder. Tying the
bottom of the shirt in a knot to the side I ran my hand across my belly
before heading to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

We entered the bathroom at the same time. As I looked across at him
with nothing more than a towel tied around his hips a heady sensation
overcame me. Unable to move, I watched as he crossed the large
bathroom, his hand brushing the skin at the small of my back as he
pulled me in close, his lips descending upon mine.

As five senses faded into one; I could see what he tasted like as
images of deep reds and blinding fuchsias invaded my retina. His lips
against mine felt like the bass flooding the speakers of a Muggle dance
club; loud, violent, passionate, and intoxicating. It felt as though
our bodies were inseparable, fused together, as he held me against him.
We weren\'t connected due to anything as trivial as genitalia. No, the
connection that brought us together was much greater. Drawn to each
other like magnets with opposing polarity, we clung tightly; our limbs
intertwining from head to foot. As my neck fell back to surrender to
his teeth against my flesh his long delicate fingers wound themselves
in mine, walking me slowly back towards the door of my chambers finally
pinning my hands above my head as he sought to fuse our bodies together
against the door.

My feelings at that time had been far from rational. Although we were
just kissing, and I was still clothed, I felt more vulnerable to him at
that moment than I had anyone in my life. The intensity with which he
touched me, kissed me, and tasted my flesh bore no comparison to the
bumbling encounter that had marked my entrance into ‘womanhood’.
Inebriated by his unabashed desire for me I surrendered myself to his
will. For tonight I would be his and I would gladly offer my body as a
sacrifice to the gods of carnality.


As all inhibition ebbed from my body his grip on my hands loosened as
he felt my surrender. Pressing his body firmly into mine to hold me
erect, he gazed into my eyes with intensity unlike any I\'d seen before.
It wasn\'t a look of love or admiration; no, that was the look of
forbidden lust. His eyes did not betray what tonight was to be, the
opportunity for us to resolve our most hidden desires. There was no
question that our relationship would not change in the least. While we
both knew that we held the other in esteem with a certain level of
respect and admiration, they were opinions that were kept well guarded.

As he removed his body from mine, every cell on the surface felt alive.
Watching as I moved to push myself from the wall and pull him back to
me, he simply sneered. Allowing wandering eyes to study my body without
reserve he trailed a finger against my exposed abdomen. He grinned as
his eyes swept across my chest, my arousal evident against the fabric
of the thin tee shirt. As I looked at the towel wrapped about his waist
his right hand freed the fabric to stroke his prominent erection.
Despite any sense of propriety I might have remaining I could not turn
away as his left hand palmed my right breast roughly.

As he allowed his hand to retreat until he only grasped my nipple
between his fingertips, he began to stroke himself at a quickened pace.
As my breath caught in my throat, I couldn’t bring myself to raise my
eyes to his, although I knew that he was watching me as I studied his
hurried hand sliding artfully between his legs.



Draco



When she slid to her knees that night, I had not known whether I would
be able to keep my composure. I could not tell whether it was that she
could not bear to watch me pleasure myself again without participating,
or her knees simply would no longer hold her up. I would not take the
time to enquire, as I knew that for tonight she was mine.

As I had kissed her, her body pinned by mine, I had felt it. I felt her
surrender. As I felt the struggle leave her hands beneath mine, for a
moment I was crossed with disappointment. It was the fight in her, in
me, in us that drew us together. But as I looked at her, and saw no
resignation in her eyes; rather a pleading look waiting for direction,
I felt urgency building in my erection, its need for relief imminent.


I watched as her head drew nearer to my groin, her eyes entranced as I
languidly stroked myself. Allowing the precursors to my orgasm to glide
onto my fingers, I lubricated my shaft as I continued to pleasure
myself. Tilting my pelvis forward, I moved closer to her, pulling her
by the hair into me. “Take them in your mouth,” I commanded in a
whisper, my testicles aching for the warmth of her touch.

As she slowly slid her tongue out of her mouth, to tentatively lick at
them I released my staff, allowing it to spring free, pulling her
roughly with both hands entwined in her hair. “Take them in your
mouth,” I repeated with more force, pulling her so that her nose was
buried, her only choices being to appease me so that she could breathe
again or be smothered by my groin.

Starting tentatively, she soon found her own rhythm and technique. It
was obvious that whatever experiences she had before had not included
encounters that were oral in nature. As she became more comfortable
with tasting that flesh which was forbidden to her, rolling my balls
inside of her mouth with her tongue her right hand rose up continue
ministrations to my shaft.

I allowed a groan to escape my throat as I looked down to see her face
hidden behind her fist and my cock. I took her face between my hands
and pulled her lips from my testicles. Looking intently into her eyes I
addressed her, “No games tonight Granger. If you aren’t sure about
this, I suggest you go back to your books.”

She looked up at me curiously before parting her lips to indicate that
she was sure. Wasting no words to indicate her consent she simply slid
her mouth over my shaft, soliciting an audible gasp as her reward.
Allowing her to slowly suckle upon my cock I found my patience waning.
Her pace was too slow, too teasing; it would only serve to frustrate
me. I pulled out of her mouth, stepping back. “Wait here,” I stated
simply before disappearing into my room to fetch my wand. Her eyes
widened as she undoubtedly examined all the possible uses for my wand
at this moment in time.

Not providing the opportunity to flee or protest, I levitated her body
before me. “Lean back,” I urged wanting to see her body floating
weightless in the air. “I promise you Granger, I have no intention of
hexing you,” I assured her as I observed the hesitation in her eyes.


As she lay back, still visibly tense, I walked up beside her, trailing
my free hand across her body. As my hand grazed her abdomen I slipped
it beneath her waistband wishing for a taste of her nectar again. Her
back arched mid-air as my fingertips brushed her clitoris before
penetrating only to the first joint inside of her. My hand retreated
back from her shorts to bring the taste of her to my lips. As I sucked
teasingly on the tip of my forefinger, I watched her squeeze her thighs
together, as her arms fell limply beneath her body, her hands balled
into fists.



Hermione



I watched him suck his finger, now wet with my arousal, and felt the
urge to bury my own hand between my thighs. As my thighs pressed
together in an effort to quell the heat growing between them he spoke.
“Take them off.”

As I considered trying to flee this situation I realized that
opportunity had passed. I wanted this, and I had told him so when I had
greedily taken him in my mouth. Tentatively, as he moved his wand
causing me to float gently in the air as if riding the currents of a
gentle lake, I hooked my fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts. I
slid them down my thighs, a difficult task as there was nothing solid
supporting my body to brace against as I raised my knees to slide them
completely from my body. As the shorts fell his hands slipped beneath
my shirt to pinch at my nipples.

“I watched you in the shower this morning,” he breathed as he twisted
each nipple in turn beneath my shirt. Moving to lean against the sinks,
he used his wand to float me over towards him. “Open your legs,” he
commanded as I inched closer to him. As my legs parted and he locked
held them on either side of his torso, I felt the tip of his erection
against my lower back. As he looked down upon me, I knew that he was
stroking himself beneath me.

“Show me,” he asked. He used his wand to continue to rock me gently as
I was suspended mid air. Allowing the crook of my knees to rest on his
shoulder, I brought my hands between my thighs. As my finger slowly
trailed across my clitoris, he bit my thigh, sending a shock through my
body. I closed my eyes and allowed my head all all back, as I slowly
slid two fingers up and down between my wet folds, my other hand still
gently circling my clit. The tip of his erection was now leaking as it
slid across my lower back in time with his strokes. His eyes were hazed
over as he watched my fingers slide into my folds. “Suck your fingers,”
was his command as he nibbled on the flesh of my thighs, biting hard as
my fingers parted my lips.


The taste was unlike any I had experienced before. There was a
distinctive tang amongst the saltiness of my juices, but it only served
to arouse me further. As I allowed my fingers to slide from my lips
grazing my breasts as they made their way again to my thighs, I felt
myself rising in the air. I lifted my head to see him raising his wand,
sliding me from him in the air, back towards the door that led to my
chambers. “Open the door,” he ordered as with a flick of the wrist he
flipped me over in the air, and brought his hand to cup my arse.
Guiding me through the now opened doorway with a combination of magic
and his hand I bucked my hips in the air against his hand.



Draco



Watching her pleasure herself in mid-air was maddening. As the tension
grew in my balls I knew that I needed more than my hands to bring me to
a satisfactory release. I twisted her body again in mid-air to return
her to her back as I floated her across the room to lay her gently on
her bed. I magically summoned restraints as she attempted to raise
herself from the bed.

Watg heg her laying there, her hips writhing as her legs and arms were
pinned to the bed, a grin spread across my face. I climbed on the bed,
straddling her chest and took my cock in my hands again, crawling up
higher, to stroke my self above her face, I teasingly slid my shaft
across her lips. As her mouth parted in an effort to swallow me inside
I moved it up across her face. Squeezing the tip, and allowing the
beads of my arousal to surface, I rubbed it against her cheeks.

She groaned as I took my time bathing her face in my sex, using my rod
as the cloth. As I lifted up to run the tip of my cock across her
closed eyelids and forehead her mouth opened greedily taking my balls
in her mouth. I groaned as I stroked myself harder the sight of her
face sticky with my essence stirring something inside. My body aching
for release I pulled up, my balls feeling cold as they left the warm
sanctuary of her mouth, before plunging my cock deeply in her mouth. I
pulled back reluctantly as she gagged against the tip of my cock at her
throat. Before bracing myself against her headboard and beginning to
stroke her mouth.

As I neared my release I turned around so that her sex was beneath my
lips. Pumping more feverishly inside of her mouth I nibbled on her
labia. As her muffled groans floated to my ears I was drawn to suck her
clit in between my lips allowing my teeth to graze against it gently.
As her passion mounted and she neared her release I could no longer
hold on, I pulled my mouth from her sex to cry out as I came in her
mouth.


Standing to release her from her bonds, I chose not to answer the question evident in her eyes.

“Can you really live without knowing,” she asked.

Pondering her question, I allowed myself to consider what her sex would
feel like enveloping me. I knew the answer. If this went any further, I
would not be able to continue on the path laid before me. Allowing the
mask of coolness to return to my face, I simply responded, “I can’t
live with remembering.”



As the events from that day so long ago replayed through my mind, I was
jolted out of my reverie. “I hereby find the defendant, Draco Malfoy,
not guilty due to insubstantial evidence.” I had been freed, cleared of
all allegations. Of course I am guilty, everyone knows that. But I was
fairly new in service to the now fallen Dark Lord, and any witnesses to
my crimes have long since perished.

I dared to look across the court room at her. Had she been right? Could
I live with not knowing? I would have to. The court had chosen to spare
my life, giving me the opportunity to start anew. Perhaps I will leave
England. There is nothing left for me there. Though I have a sizable
sum of money the majority of the Malfoy wealth had been squandered in
supporting Voldemort. My parents now dead at the hand of their master,
I am alone.

Hermione


My body shook violently as the court freed him; this man who had
brought so much pain to so many. Ron had died undoubtedly at his hand.
The evidence was that he had not had the blank stare of the Avada
Kedavra on his face, as the majority of the Death Eater victims did.
His body was bloodied and bruised. His torture had been exercised
without magic, the actions of a personal vengeance.

I had noticed for the remainder of our final year, how the animosity
between Ron and Malfoy had grown. It had seemed as if once Ron and I
had become an item, Draco had waged his own personal war. I can
remember thinking that he had made his choice, and now I was making
mine.

Unwilling to allow the killer of my husband to simply walk away, I
followed him to his manor that evening, staying close behind so as not
to be caught unaware by any of the legendary wards. An alarm sounded as
I stepped onto the main walkway behind him, undoubtedly alerting the
occupants to any unwelcome visitors. As he spun around slowly, his
features softening as he looked upon my face and I could feel my body
again betraying me.

I knew I shouldn’t feel this desire for my husband’s murderer, but I
should have never felt anything all those years ago. It was an
undefined chemistry that we shared, that drew us together despite logic
and reason. As he crossed over to me his hand reaching tentatively out
to my cheek, I knew what I would do.

Not hiding the tears in my eyes, I raised my chin to seek out his lips.
As they descended upon mine I felt time ebbing away, as if we were
being taken back by a time turner. All the passion of that day from so
many years ago returned as our hands and mouths sought to reacquaint
themselves with the other.

This time there was no need for magic to finish what had been started
so many years ago. I followed him quietly, his hand pulling me inside
of the manor up to his chambers. As he undressed me hurriedly I lay
back on the bed my knees opened for him without reservation thime.
me.
Many years had passed and this was something that needed resolution as
surely as the plants needed water. He stripped himself of his robes
swiftly before splaying himself across my body; his tongue parting my
lips as he kissed me anxiously.


It had taken 5 years for us to consummate this energy between us.
Wasting no time on teasing or foreplay, he plunged himself into me. I
arched my hips up to greet his thrusts as my hands clung to his back. I
scratched and clawed at his back as he released my lips biting my neck.


The animosity between us went much deeper than epithets and shattered
pride now, and we inflicted as much pleasure and pain upon one another
as possible to give it release. As I clung to him, he reared back on
his knees, never breaking the connection that we made my hips movements
continuing to bring us pleasure.

He dug his nails into my arse as I removed my legs from around his
waist, steadying myself on my knees, impaling myself upon his shaft.
Older now, we felt no need to mask the sounds of our sex. His grunts
were intoxicating as he pulled my hips into his on each downward
thrust.

I could feel him nearing his release. Continuing to moan with pleasure
I prepared myself for it. Fisting my hands in his hair I tugged
sharply, bringing his eyes to mine. “So you couldn’t live without
knowing,” I said brokenly as I continued to ride him furiously. His
face contorted as his orgasm came over him.

“Oh God no,” he cried out as I ground into him hard, feeling him release himself deep inside of me, my own orgasm building.

It came over me in a flash of blinding green light. I cried out the
killing curse as I came, dropping his wand back to the bed before
falling off of him spent. “Well I couldn’t allow you to live,
remembering,” I whispered, before kissing his eyelids shut and dressing
to leave.