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Salvation
TITLE: Salvation
SHIP: D/Hr
RATING: Unabashed NC-17, duh.
DISCLAIMER: Good gravy. Have I run out of witty things to say here? I don’t own anything in the Harry Potter universe. But if I did... grrr....*snarls* ... ok then. Feeling decidedly better. I am merely toying with a completely denied, but unsinkable ship. Long live L&L!
AN: This was written with elements of Half-blood Prince in mind. More notes at the end.
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Salvation
She was his absolution. He’d seen her forgive him his sins countless times before. He’d come to her silently, and she’d take him into her embrace and let him release his anguish time and time again. He didn’t know how it had happened, but somehow he began to crave her deliverance as well.
He stood in the shadows as she sat calmly in her chair, a chair she hadn’t left since he’d gone on his mission. He watched in silence as the hero of the wizarding world dropped to his knees, his head hung low as tears fell from his green eyes. He saw her take the raven-haired boy’s head in her small hands and raise his face before giving him a ghost of a smile and reassuring him that it would all be right in the end.
Somehow, knowing that Hermione Granger forgave him for anything he had done made things all right in Harry Potter’s world. His sobbing abated, whether he grieved over the lives he took or the innocence he lost, he never knew. All he knew was that he wanted what she gave Harry, however disbelieving he was of deserving such a gift.
She remained in her chair as Harry left. There was a bit of a wet spot on her leg from Harry’s tears which she had taken to staring at.
“Come here, Draco,” she whispered, not taking her eyes off the tear-stain.
Slightly surprised, he moved toward her, unable to stop himself until he was in front of her. She stood up, looking up into his eyes that betrayed his stony expression, and smiled lightly.
“For reasons he’ll never tell me, Harry trusts you. He’ll take you places he won’t take me or Ron,” she said. “But every time you come back, I know why. I look into his eyes and see the horror of what he’s seen and the regret of what he’s had to do,” she stated, pausing as she glanced over his unmoving features again. “I see the same thing with you.”
He stood silently, watching her study him.
“I don’t know how you do it,” she sighed.
“That makes two of us,” he muttered. He grasped her hands in his at her confused look, “what magic is this? That your two hands can give him the only thing I need?”
“I don’t think I understand,” she said, outright bewildered.
“You tell him it’s all right, you touch him, and he believes you. He believes that because you said it, every thing will turn out fine.”
“Is that what you want?” she asked, stepping close to him.
“I live in the real world,” he said. “Nothing you could say would stop my transgressions haunting me. I wish desperately, but know otherwise.”
That’s when he noticed her hands on him, touching him, caressing him. He vaguely wondered how he’d missed the first contact, and found her touch and her proximity intoxicating. So this is what Potter feels with her, he thought, closing his eyes and losing himself in the feel of her gentle fingers dancing across his face.
“They haunt me,” he whispered. “They’re in my dreams, tormenting me. When does it end? When does this all end?” he paused, careful to keep his eyes closed for he knew if he were to open them, it would all prove to be another dream or worse. “I close my eyes at night and I see their faces. This war has claimed so many lives, good lives, good people. I’ve taken so much, so many lives. When will it be enough?”
Without a word, she pulled him to her, holding him tightly as if she was trying to absorb all of his misery into herself. Slowly she pulled back, and locking eyes with him once more, brushed her lips against his, a shadow of a kiss.
“Granger...” he warned a bit unsteady, gazing wonderingly at her through hooded eyes.
“Not right now,” she whispered against his lips. “Forget all of that and just let me.”
Silently acquiescing, he relaxed into her embrace as she kissed him again. Not one to be idle, Draco carefully gripped her hips and pulled her body flush to his own, the need to feel all of her bordering on controlling him.
He felt her velvety tongue skip across his bottom lip and opened his mouth, welcoming her soft touch as her hands pushed his heavy black cloak to the floor. She ran her hands along the front of his shirt, the pressure of her touch just enough to raise goosebumps on his skin as she brought them up and twisted her fingers into his hair, kissing him deeply.
Her touches were so soft, so carefully thoughtful that Draco could have sworn he’d never felt a loving caress in his life before hers. She surprised him yet again as she went down on her knees, pulling him down with her. Pushing him onto his back, she moved over him and kissed him again, this time more passionate and full of fire.
Draco groaned low when he felt her brush against his arousal, still not quite believing this was happening as he gave in to everything she did to him. He was at her complete mercy. She had managed to unbutton his shirt and was trying to get it off of him when he sat up, reveling in the fact that she slid down onto him, and helped her out of her own shirt as well as his. A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he took in her flushed but determined face, the creamy column of her neck, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
He leaned forward and grazed his lips along her throat, earning a high moan from Hermione as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts through the soft material of her bra. He kissed his way up to her lips, moving his clever fingers to the clasp of her bra and freeing her of its confines. Pulling her bra from her shoulders, he discarded it to the side with their shirts.
He switched positions on her, laying her back softly, his hand behind her head to protect her. He settled himself between her thighs, pressing into her as he kissed her again, his wandering hands dancing across her bare breasts. She whimpered into his mouth when he teased her hard nipples, leaning into his touch as she silently begged for more. He caressed the undersides of her breasts, eliciting another moan, as he made his way slowly to her jeans. She felt the button to her jeans pop open followed by the zipper, and then felt the quiet insistence of him tugging downward. She raised her hips to assist him and he slid her jeans off easily, sitting back as he pulled her shoes and socks off as well.
He moved back over her, taking time to place a kiss on her stomach just above her belly button. He kissed his way back up, taking a pert nipple in his mouth as he brought a hand up to massage the other. He rolled it in his teeth, sucking and laving it, then turned the same attention on the other, making Hermione moan in ways she didn’t think possible.
When he finally made his way back to her lips, she was sufficiently hot and bothered. She let her hands drift down to his trousers and undid his belt, pulling it free and tossing it aside. She then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down as far as she could before hooking her foot on them and shoving them as far down as her feet would allow.
He chuckled at her antics, but took off his shoes, socks, and finally his trousers with his own feet, earning a smirk from her in return. He kissed the smirk off of her face, his tongue dancing with hers, and then kissed her chin and down her neck. He paid her breasts a small bit of attention, and moved along her stomach further and further down, closer and closer to her damp knickers.
He pulled her knickers down her legs, pitching them carelessly across the room as he returned his attention to the apex of her thighs. Surely he wasn’t going to... yes, he was. All thought abandoned her when he flicked his tongue across the little bundle of nerves. If she hadn’t been trying and fighting with all her might, she would have climaxed right then and there.
She fought it down as he ran his tongue up the length of her slit and then circled and teased her sensitive nub. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she felt him slide one thankfully long finger into her, drawing out a deliciously loud moan. It took only a handful more strokes of his finger and a bit more teasing with his tongue, and then he had her writhing in ecstacy underneath him.
He took it upon himself to get rid of his boxers. She found him over her again as she was coming down from her high and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt a pressure between her legs as he pulled one thigh up, the other following suit, and then his overpowering presence filled her as he thrust into her completely in one stroke.
She whimpered, knowing she should have said something about being a virgin, but the damage was already done. She knew by his response to her reaction that he now knew. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, waiting patiently for her to relax again, knowing it wouldn’t be anywhere near pleasurable for either if he continued on with her tensed up. He stroked her hair as he drew back and let his eyes drift over her face. She was beautiful like this, her hair wild and her face flushed. He caught her eyes and felt his lips twitch into a half smile as she nodded, giving him the ok to continue.
He pulled back and pushed forward again, keeping his strokes shallow as she continued to adjust to him. The more she relaxed, the longer and harder he thrust before finding a pace that had them both seeing stars and reaching an earthshattering orgasm. She let out a particularly throaty moan as his fingers twisted her clit and brought her crashing over the edge, pulling him blissfully with her.
He held her tightly, not wanting to let go yet, his breathing starting to return to normal. She pushed his sweaty blond fringe out of his eyes and trailed a finger along his jaw before pulling him down to her for a kiss. This kiss was kind, loving, caring, and there, wrapped in her arms, he found his salvation.
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AN: 1) Reason Harry trusts Draco: At the end of HBP, Harry knew/thought that Draco wouldn’t have killed Dumbledore. Harry also saw a lot of Draco that we haven’t seen but have speculated on in the fanfiction world. How it all relates/how Harry decided to trust Draco is just a figment of my imagination and my liberty as a fanfic author. 2) I hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing it. This has to be the first one-shot I’ve finished in one sitting since last summer, I’d say. So I’m happy with it. Comments of all sorts are welcome– especially constructive criticism... oh, and hero worshiping. ^_^ Just kidding.
SHIP: D/Hr
RATING: Unabashed NC-17, duh.
DISCLAIMER: Good gravy. Have I run out of witty things to say here? I don’t own anything in the Harry Potter universe. But if I did... grrr....*snarls* ... ok then. Feeling decidedly better. I am merely toying with a completely denied, but unsinkable ship. Long live L&L!
AN: This was written with elements of Half-blood Prince in mind. More notes at the end.
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Salvation
She was his absolution. He’d seen her forgive him his sins countless times before. He’d come to her silently, and she’d take him into her embrace and let him release his anguish time and time again. He didn’t know how it had happened, but somehow he began to crave her deliverance as well.
He stood in the shadows as she sat calmly in her chair, a chair she hadn’t left since he’d gone on his mission. He watched in silence as the hero of the wizarding world dropped to his knees, his head hung low as tears fell from his green eyes. He saw her take the raven-haired boy’s head in her small hands and raise his face before giving him a ghost of a smile and reassuring him that it would all be right in the end.
Somehow, knowing that Hermione Granger forgave him for anything he had done made things all right in Harry Potter’s world. His sobbing abated, whether he grieved over the lives he took or the innocence he lost, he never knew. All he knew was that he wanted what she gave Harry, however disbelieving he was of deserving such a gift.
She remained in her chair as Harry left. There was a bit of a wet spot on her leg from Harry’s tears which she had taken to staring at.
“Come here, Draco,” she whispered, not taking her eyes off the tear-stain.
Slightly surprised, he moved toward her, unable to stop himself until he was in front of her. She stood up, looking up into his eyes that betrayed his stony expression, and smiled lightly.
“For reasons he’ll never tell me, Harry trusts you. He’ll take you places he won’t take me or Ron,” she said. “But every time you come back, I know why. I look into his eyes and see the horror of what he’s seen and the regret of what he’s had to do,” she stated, pausing as she glanced over his unmoving features again. “I see the same thing with you.”
He stood silently, watching her study him.
“I don’t know how you do it,” she sighed.
“That makes two of us,” he muttered. He grasped her hands in his at her confused look, “what magic is this? That your two hands can give him the only thing I need?”
“I don’t think I understand,” she said, outright bewildered.
“You tell him it’s all right, you touch him, and he believes you. He believes that because you said it, every thing will turn out fine.”
“Is that what you want?” she asked, stepping close to him.
“I live in the real world,” he said. “Nothing you could say would stop my transgressions haunting me. I wish desperately, but know otherwise.”
That’s when he noticed her hands on him, touching him, caressing him. He vaguely wondered how he’d missed the first contact, and found her touch and her proximity intoxicating. So this is what Potter feels with her, he thought, closing his eyes and losing himself in the feel of her gentle fingers dancing across his face.
“They haunt me,” he whispered. “They’re in my dreams, tormenting me. When does it end? When does this all end?” he paused, careful to keep his eyes closed for he knew if he were to open them, it would all prove to be another dream or worse. “I close my eyes at night and I see their faces. This war has claimed so many lives, good lives, good people. I’ve taken so much, so many lives. When will it be enough?”
Without a word, she pulled him to her, holding him tightly as if she was trying to absorb all of his misery into herself. Slowly she pulled back, and locking eyes with him once more, brushed her lips against his, a shadow of a kiss.
“Granger...” he warned a bit unsteady, gazing wonderingly at her through hooded eyes.
“Not right now,” she whispered against his lips. “Forget all of that and just let me.”
Silently acquiescing, he relaxed into her embrace as she kissed him again. Not one to be idle, Draco carefully gripped her hips and pulled her body flush to his own, the need to feel all of her bordering on controlling him.
He felt her velvety tongue skip across his bottom lip and opened his mouth, welcoming her soft touch as her hands pushed his heavy black cloak to the floor. She ran her hands along the front of his shirt, the pressure of her touch just enough to raise goosebumps on his skin as she brought them up and twisted her fingers into his hair, kissing him deeply.
Her touches were so soft, so carefully thoughtful that Draco could have sworn he’d never felt a loving caress in his life before hers. She surprised him yet again as she went down on her knees, pulling him down with her. Pushing him onto his back, she moved over him and kissed him again, this time more passionate and full of fire.
Draco groaned low when he felt her brush against his arousal, still not quite believing this was happening as he gave in to everything she did to him. He was at her complete mercy. She had managed to unbutton his shirt and was trying to get it off of him when he sat up, reveling in the fact that she slid down onto him, and helped her out of her own shirt as well as his. A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he took in her flushed but determined face, the creamy column of her neck, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
He leaned forward and grazed his lips along her throat, earning a high moan from Hermione as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts through the soft material of her bra. He kissed his way up to her lips, moving his clever fingers to the clasp of her bra and freeing her of its confines. Pulling her bra from her shoulders, he discarded it to the side with their shirts.
He switched positions on her, laying her back softly, his hand behind her head to protect her. He settled himself between her thighs, pressing into her as he kissed her again, his wandering hands dancing across her bare breasts. She whimpered into his mouth when he teased her hard nipples, leaning into his touch as she silently begged for more. He caressed the undersides of her breasts, eliciting another moan, as he made his way slowly to her jeans. She felt the button to her jeans pop open followed by the zipper, and then felt the quiet insistence of him tugging downward. She raised her hips to assist him and he slid her jeans off easily, sitting back as he pulled her shoes and socks off as well.
He moved back over her, taking time to place a kiss on her stomach just above her belly button. He kissed his way back up, taking a pert nipple in his mouth as he brought a hand up to massage the other. He rolled it in his teeth, sucking and laving it, then turned the same attention on the other, making Hermione moan in ways she didn’t think possible.
When he finally made his way back to her lips, she was sufficiently hot and bothered. She let her hands drift down to his trousers and undid his belt, pulling it free and tossing it aside. She then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down as far as she could before hooking her foot on them and shoving them as far down as her feet would allow.
He chuckled at her antics, but took off his shoes, socks, and finally his trousers with his own feet, earning a smirk from her in return. He kissed the smirk off of her face, his tongue dancing with hers, and then kissed her chin and down her neck. He paid her breasts a small bit of attention, and moved along her stomach further and further down, closer and closer to her damp knickers.
He pulled her knickers down her legs, pitching them carelessly across the room as he returned his attention to the apex of her thighs. Surely he wasn’t going to... yes, he was. All thought abandoned her when he flicked his tongue across the little bundle of nerves. If she hadn’t been trying and fighting with all her might, she would have climaxed right then and there.
She fought it down as he ran his tongue up the length of her slit and then circled and teased her sensitive nub. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she felt him slide one thankfully long finger into her, drawing out a deliciously loud moan. It took only a handful more strokes of his finger and a bit more teasing with his tongue, and then he had her writhing in ecstacy underneath him.
He took it upon himself to get rid of his boxers. She found him over her again as she was coming down from her high and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt a pressure between her legs as he pulled one thigh up, the other following suit, and then his overpowering presence filled her as he thrust into her completely in one stroke.
She whimpered, knowing she should have said something about being a virgin, but the damage was already done. She knew by his response to her reaction that he now knew. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, waiting patiently for her to relax again, knowing it wouldn’t be anywhere near pleasurable for either if he continued on with her tensed up. He stroked her hair as he drew back and let his eyes drift over her face. She was beautiful like this, her hair wild and her face flushed. He caught her eyes and felt his lips twitch into a half smile as she nodded, giving him the ok to continue.
He pulled back and pushed forward again, keeping his strokes shallow as she continued to adjust to him. The more she relaxed, the longer and harder he thrust before finding a pace that had them both seeing stars and reaching an earthshattering orgasm. She let out a particularly throaty moan as his fingers twisted her clit and brought her crashing over the edge, pulling him blissfully with her.
He held her tightly, not wanting to let go yet, his breathing starting to return to normal. She pushed his sweaty blond fringe out of his eyes and trailed a finger along his jaw before pulling him down to her for a kiss. This kiss was kind, loving, caring, and there, wrapped in her arms, he found his salvation.
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AN: 1) Reason Harry trusts Draco: At the end of HBP, Harry knew/thought that Draco wouldn’t have killed Dumbledore. Harry also saw a lot of Draco that we haven’t seen but have speculated on in the fanfiction world. How it all relates/how Harry decided to trust Draco is just a figment of my imagination and my liberty as a fanfic author. 2) I hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing it. This has to be the first one-shot I’ve finished in one sitting since last summer, I’d say. So I’m happy with it. Comments of all sorts are welcome– especially constructive criticism... oh, and hero worshiping. ^_^ Just kidding.