REALITY

SUMMARY: Where can you go when there is nothing? What do you do in a world where there is no place for the weak? Who do you go to when your world crashes into a smoldering heap on the ground? Where do you find comfort and acceptance when there is no hope? HG/DM M/F Lemon

^I came across this sad bit of fluffy smutt while sitting in school, wondering what it would be like to have Draco as a birthday prezzy. *sigh Awwww… oh well.

DISCLAIMER: I could own Harry Potter… I could…Hey a girl can dream right?...Unfortunately I don’t...J.K. Rowling is so lucky.

The PLUNGE


“Catch me,
as I fall into the…
Night.”

POV
The door opens and you walk in…
the droop of your head, the slouch of your shoulders,
the sad look in your normally composed eyes.
Makes me ache.
You’re in need…
and I’m here to fill the emptiness.

-“No playing tonight.”

You whisper.
Raw carnal hunger is evident in the storm
of your gray eyes. The desire is so evident
that I can only nod.

-“You hurt.”

It is not a question, but a statement.
Something we both know to be true.
I reach for you, hoping to
give you something for your own.


You nod and pull me close nuzzling my hair.
Finding something solid
to hold onto, something real.
bending your head you press
your heated kiss to my
mouth asking, begging for permission.

I respond eagerly, opening my lips. My tongue
dancing out to meet yours. They come together and a small
battle of dominance ensues…
I finally relent. You are so turned on when I am a
little submissive. Pulling my shirt over my head. I quickly
unbutton yours and slide it down and off your shoulders.
you are loath to let go of me, Even for a second.

I feel the same. We throw the
offending garments to the side in a careless heap.

I love the way you feel pressed so tightly against me,
shoulder to groin. Your skin is so hot,
a fever that rages,
spreads and consumes us both.
Our erratic breathing fills the room
echoing and coming back to rest on our ears alone…

It is cool where we are but we are not cold. The flames in the fireplace
leap to our rhythm. Casting shadows that
dance and play; moving in time with our own.
You push at my clothes. So anxious and impatient.

Growling my name you tell me…
How beautiful I am how much you want, need me.
I will do anything to ease your pain.

I pull at your pants as ready and willing to be unclothed
as you are. I have no idea when my skirt came off,
but you become angry with my black nylon knickers.
So you do what any self-respecting person would,
You tear them off.

Now that we are both naked, we grope; wildly,
blindly for we are both too aroused to think about
anything except fulfilling our bodies desires.

Your hand pushes open my thighs before your
fingers frantically enter my slick core.
You add two more fingers hurriedly. I
tremble at the rough way your handling me.
It feels so good.

You swallow my moan of protest when your
hand leaves the warm place between my pussy.

Picking me up, My legs automatically fly around
your taut waist.
So there is a use for Quid itch.
My arms around your neck, I will not let your mouth leave
mine for a moment.

I find myself thrown on my back, on top of
green and silver silk sheets. I love your bed.
Licking and savagely biting down my neck and chest you
leave angry, red marks signifying your claim on me.
I also love how possessive you are.

My moans only increase your need and cause
you to become harder than you ever imagined possible.
Your straining erection pressed into my stomach.
It is like this every time.
Even though your body is screaming for release you
hold back, being the considerate lover you are.

I wiggle, enjoying the friction our slick forms make in the
night. Biting back a groan you latch onto one of my hard
nipples drawing in as much as possible and sucking
like its your last day on this world.

-“Please don’t stop.”

You can’t take this sweet torture anymore.
You want to be sheathed in my hot, wet cunt.

-“Take it love.”

I plead.
So you do. Lifting my hips you thrust
hard into my tight pussy seeking your fill.

I cry out because I feel so full and complete.

*I love you. I don’t know if I say it out loud but that is
what is in the closest recess of my mind.

You moan again and pick up the pace, slamming hard
into me as deep as you can go.
I need this so much.
Reaching forever.
There is no beginning and no end in sight.

I can’t think rationally, this is what you want.
You want me to lose control.
You comment on how gorgeous
I am when I’m acting so wanton.

You shift our positions. Bringing my calves over your
forearms pounding so hard. Hitting that secret place
inside me over and over.

I scream in pleasure.
I have always been quite vocal.

-“Mine.”

You say softly. Grey eyes capturing chocolate ones.
They hold me enraptured.

-“Yes.”

You are so close, I can feel it so I tighten my walls
around you.

-“Cum for me love, please.” You beg.

I am.

Reaching in you aim one good stroke to my clit
and I am done. I fall into oblivious
ecstasy. Screaming your name as I ride
the warm waves of another amazing orgasm.

-“DRACO!”

You thrust frantically, twice more before you
join me in the deep throes of pure happiness
and completion.

- “HERMIONE!”

-“I love you. I have for a long time.”

Quietly, contently, now it is finally said, cooling in the
aftermath of our love and you can not take back the
words I have so wanted to hear.

“I know. I love you too.”

We revel in the new closeness this declaration
brings.
Rolling over you move, so as not to crush
me with your weight, clutching me tight; afraid to
let go and find that this is a wonderful dream. I look
into the fire and passion raging in your eyes, so full.

-“I will never let you go!”

You whisper fiercely.
Believing that by, saying it, it will be true.

-“I know.”

I start to slip away into the comfort
of Mistress Sleep,
as you grab the green comforter
that has taken refuge on the floor.
Our tired, sated bodies sink further into relaxation.
You won’t close your eyes, you are afraid to
miss something important, but you are so tired.

-“Sleep.”

So you let go of reality, of the harshness
that is consciousness. And we slide into the welcoming
misty blackness together; holding tight to each other.

-“I love you.”

-“I know.”

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What is real?

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^I would really appreciate any comments that you have for me.
I know not everyone would like it as its … and all but I am a hopeless
romantic so hey…I did my best. R&R Savannah