Destiny

It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped – Anthony Robbins


The only sound that could be heard in the old house was the occasional creak as the wind blew through the hollow. All alone in the house that had seen the murder of her best friends parents, Hermione changed the dressing on a gash on her thigh, the result of another battle with Death Eaters over the horcruxes of their master, Lord Voldermort.
Ron and Harry had gone off after receiving another lead from the Order, but had insisted that Hermione travel to Godric's Hollow, the small cottage the trio were calling home for the time being.

When her task was complete, she lay back on the armchair, and shut her weary eyes. Had it all been just 6 weeks ago? Less than two months since the world she had come to love had come crashing down around her and her friends. Since the man they looked up too had been brutally murdered, betrayed so it would seem by one who he had always steadfastedly championed.

A noise suddenly bought her attention back to the present. Having spent the better part of the last six week in the house, she instantly picked up the noise that did not belong. She drew her wand and rose gingerly from the chair. There is was again, closer this time. She bought her wand level with her eye, ready to fight whoever it was. A shadowy figure moved into the doorway.

“Stupefy” she cried. The figure was propelled backwards by her spell. She waited to see if the curse had enough power to knock her uninvited guest out cold before moving over the fallen figure.

“Lumos”

She gasped when she saw the face of her would be assailant. Draco Malfoy! What on earth was he doing here? The last six weeks had been no kinder to the Slytherin than the year that proceeded it had. His face was even gaunter, his skin paler. For the briefest of moments, she felt pity for him. But no, it was because of him that she was here, that Harry was determined not to return to Hogwarts. If he had not bought the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, Dumbledore might still be alive.

He stirred, moaning. His eyes fluttered open, and she looked into his silver-grey eyes, and saw a soul tormented.

“Nice to see you too, Granger” he whispered, levering himself painfully onto his elbows, “Are you going to kill me?” he asked, motioning his head towards her still outstretched hand, clutching her wand. His head dropped.

“Go ahead, it’s no more than I deserve” he said. She was stunned into paralysis. She couldn’t take her eyes of him. He had always seemed so sure of himself, so cocky and arrogant. It was so strange to see him so utterly defeated. Her heart stirred again with pity for him. She lowered her wand.

He looked up and met her eyes and seeing the empathy in her honey colored eyes, his own flashed with anger. He reached up grabbed her weapon and pointed it at his face.

“Do it, Mudblood, kill the infamous Draco Malfoy. You’ll be a heroine”

Her eyes welled with tears. All of a sudden everything she had witnessed over the past two months that she had buried for the sake of Harry flooded to the surface. She felt her legs weaken, and she sank to the floor beside him, and dissolved into sobs.

She felt his arms close around her, and melted into the warmth she found there. His own body was heaving, and she looked up to find that he too was weeping. She reached out her hand tentatively, and then resolutely brushed tears from his sallow cheek. Their eyes met again, and it them this time, she saw regret and remorse.

He was sorry. Sorry for all the hurt he had caused her. Sorry for betraying Dumbledore. Sorry for being Draco Malfoy. She shook her head, to let him know that he couldn’t help being who he was, and that she would forgive him all his sins against her.

His mouth slowly curled into a small smile. It was the first time that he had ever smiled at her. She returned it.

She stood, and held out her hand to him. He took it, without hesitation, without the shuddering act her would have put on just weeks ago for having to touch a muggle born. She helped him to the sofa, and they sat.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” she finally broke the silence.

“Snape felt it best I lay low, and that I would be safer away from him. He thinks both sides are going to get him for what he has done.”

“If Harry finds you here, he’ll kill you” she said gravely.

“I know. That’s why I came” he looked around the room.

“You want to die?” she asked.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t know” she replied. She stared at him, willing him to look at her again, but knowing that he wouldn’t. “Why did you do it?” she asked in almost a whisper.

“Because I was stupid. Trying to live up to father that wouldn’t accept me for who I am. Ridiculas isn’t it? But when it came to it, I couldn’t do it. I knew that I would be condemning myself and probably my parents to death if I didn’t do what he asked me to do, but the old fool looked into my soul and made me realize that I’m not like my father, not like them. My father is really a coward, you know? He’s never really stood up to anyone truly stronger than him in his life. When Voldermort was in power he groveled to him like a dog. When he was away, he groveled to the minister and everyone else and now that Voldermort is back, he is groveling up to him again.”

She rose gently and made her way to the kitchenette. She filled a glass with water and bought it back to him. This small act of kindness was enough for Malfoy to tear up again.

“I’ve been jealous, you know. Jealous that Potter had all this fame and notoriety, that his parents stood up to Voldermort, that he survived. Jealous that you, a muggle born, someone I’ve been taught to despise, had so much talent, while I and all the other pure bloods, people I’ve always believed to be superior, lagged behind in your wake. Jealous of the real friendship you have with Potter and Weasley. Jealous that the Weasley’s care for each other, truly care, not like my pitiful family. That’s why I’ve carried so much hate towards you all. My whole life has been a lie”

She put her arm around his shoulder and squeezed, trying to give him some relief.

“Hermione,” he tried her name tentatively, “I’ve have wanted to say something to you for two years.”

She cocked an eyebrow, and tilted her head inquisitively.

“You looked beautiful at the Yule Ball.”

That was the last thing she had expected. She smiled and turned her face away, so he wouldn’t see the blush.

“In fact, you’ve looked beautiful everyday since” he said.

She shook her head, “Stop it” she said.

“Stop what?” he asked.

“Making me like you” she looked away again, but this time he reached out and pulled her face about. She was a bit shocked to find that his nose as almost touching hers. She’d never been this close to Malfoy before.

“He smells musky,” she thought to herself. She looked into his eyes and was surprised to see something there recognized, but couldn’t believe. Lust! Draco Malfoy was looking at her, Hermione Granger, with lust in his eyes. More surprising was that she wasn’t horrified by the thought, only flattered.

They stay staring at each other like that for what seemed hours. Her breathing deepened as she began to respond to the intensity of that gaze. She felt her heart rate quicken and licked her suddenly dry lips. His eyes finally stopped looking into hers to watch the pink tip of her tongue as it moistened her lips. He moaned in the back of his throat. She found the noise to be pleasant and wondered what she could do to get him to make it again. His eyes flicked back up to meet hers, and in that instant, she tilted her head slightly, and moved her head forward until her lips lightly brushed against his. He moaned again, louder more guttural. Her advance was obviously the sign he had been waiting for, as he grabbed the back of her neck and took her mouth in a violent kiss, almost as though he felt his life depended on it. It took her breath away. She’d been kissed before but nothing could rival the passion and intensity of this kiss. She felt a stirring deep with in her, something she’d never experienced before.

The thought was totally absurd, but it certainly seemed that the first boy to ever stir desire in the bookworm know-it-all Hermione Granger was her arch enemy. She wanted to analyse this, but the more primitive side of her just wanted to enjoy the sensation. She let her instincts kick in and shifted her body closer to Malfoy’s. In the next instant, his hands grasped her buttocks and pulled her over his lap, until she was straddling him. The passionate lip lock continued. She felt his hands move up her bum and under her shirt to touch the bare skin of her back. She moaned when she felt the contact. His touch was electric. She wanted to feel more skin so she fisted the fabric of his t-shirt in her firsts and pulled. The shirt moved over his body easily but getting stuck on his head. She yanked and the fabric finally came free. She looked down at his bare torso.

She had never really seen a boy without his shirt on. Malfoy was lean, but muscular. She ran her hands experimentally down his shoulders, and over his pecs. He was watching her face intently, studying her reactions to him. She continued her exploration, of his body until her eyes fell upon the tattoo on his forearm, and reality came flooding back. He was marked with the Dark Mark.

He felt her tense and knew that the moment was passed.

And it won’t return now. Good work, Malfoy,” he thought. She removed herself from his lap, wincing slightly at the pain she felt in her leg. He pulled on his shirt again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just wanted that for the longest time” he said softly, “I’ll leave now.” He rose.

“No wait, Malfoy. Stay” she said.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I don’t really want to be alone, and the boys maybe a while. I could use the company.”

He lowered himself onto the couch, unable to take his eyes off her.

“Did it hurt?” she asked softly.

“Like hell,” he replied, “And it doesn’t end. He keeps calling me.” He absentmindedly scratched at the mark through the sleeve of his shirt.

“How much danger are you in?” she asked, letting pity and concern for her class mate take her over.

“I’m not sure. I partly failed the mission he gave me, I couldn’t kill. But I was able to get the Death Eaters into the school, so I may get away with a punishment of torture, instead of death,” he said impassively.

She felt for him. It was not right that one so young had to accept that his life might soon be over. She had felt it too and she knew that her friends lived with it every day. As she regarded him, she thought about how nice it had felt to be in his arms. Were she to die tomorrow, it would be as a virgin, untouched by any man.

“Malfoy…”she said nervously. He looked at her, waiting for her to finish, “I’ve never, you know, been with a man before.”

“I thought as much,” he said, “Look I am sorry about that. I meant what I said. I’ve been thinking about you ever since the Yule Ball. I guess I forgot myself. It won’t happen again.”

She slowly shifted herself along the sofa, until her shoulder was touching his.

“And if I want you to?” she asked gently. He looked up at her in surprise. She smiled and nodded. He leaned over and kissed her again softly.

“Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded again and kissed him. She lowered herself fully onto the couch dragging him with her so that her body was underneath his.

“Just be careful of my leg?” she said. He nodded and shifted his weight to avoid the injured limb. He dipped his head and claimed her mouth passionately. Her hands ran down his back and tugged at his shirt, lifting it up over his head again. He helped her drag it over his head this time and dropped it on the floor. She explored his chest again, this time with her lips, teeth and tongue. Draco moaned through clenched teeth, trying hard to hold onto his sanity in the wake of her examination of his body.

Eventually he couldn’t take it any longer and he pressed his mouth to hers, letting her know without words how much he wanted her. His hands slid down her torso and he slowly pulled her t-shirt up, pressing kisses into her skin as it was exposed, until it was over her head. When her mouth was exposed he stopped pulling the fabric and claimed her mouth again, teasingly dipping his tongue inside and pulling back. She groaned in frustration and he relented and removed the covering from her eyes.

He took a moment to look at her. She was panting heavily and looked very alluring wearing just her skirt and bra. He reached down and traced the edge of the lace covering her breasts. She shivered at the contact and looked at him with darkened eyes. He reached around the back of her body and unhooked the flimsy item, pulling it off her body and feasting his eyes on the fullness of her. Her nipples were erect with excitement and he dipped his head and captured one in his mouth. She gasped and arched her back, eager for more contact.

He switched to the other nipple and sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. She was moaning and grinding her pelvis into his leg, trying to relieve the pressure his ministrations were causing between her legs. He trailed kisses down her abdomen and along the top of the denim skirt she was wearing. His hands dropped down her body to her knees and then gently, being careful of her wound, he ran them up her thighs and inside the fabric, causing the skirt to bunch up around her waist. He lowered his head and blew air onto her mound. Even through the cotton covering them, she shivered at the sensation. His hands gripped the fabric at the top of her panties and pulled them down. He eased them gently over her dressing and over her feet before dropping them on the floor next to his shirt.

He ran his hand up her legs again and this time rubbed tiny circles with his thumbs all the way up her inner thigh to the crease of her leg. She was shifting her body trying to scratch the itch, but he was deliberately holding back what she wanted. He smiled; he liked it when women got wanton like this, although he’d have never expected it of Granger. Deciding he’d let her wait long enough he extended his tongue and licked her from her puckered ass to her clit. She moaned out loud and grabbed at the back of his head, trying to push his in further. He stifled a chuckle at how responsive she was and lapped at her again, before sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, just like he had her nipple. She was crying out, unsure of whether she wanted his attentions to stop or continue. He pushed one finger into her tight passage and hooked it around, massaging the fleshiest part of her. She had never known anything could feel this good and she was crying out in abandon. He pushed a second finger in her and felt her body tense up. The muscles of her passage contracted violently around his fingers and she gave on very loud yelp as her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm.

He raised his head from her pussy to watch her face, whilst still pushing his fingers into her. With his other hand he reached down and released his cock. It was throbbing and hard, seeping in readiness for her.

“Where’s you wand?” he asked hoarsely.

“Huh?” she said, not really hearing him.

“Your wand?” he asked again softly. She reached behind her and pulled the piece of wood from her back pocket and handed it too him trustingly. Part of him wanted to scold her for being a fool and entrusting her wand to him. The other part just wanted to shag her senseless. The latter part won out, and he pointed the wand at her and whispered a contraceptive charm. With that done, he positioned himself at her entrance and prepared himself.

“Granger, this might hurt a bit,” he said. She could barely understand what he was talking about.

Her eyes snapped open when he began to push his cock into her. It was stretching her painfully, but it felt fantastic. Her hands were on his shoulders and her nails dug into her skin as he invaded her. When he reached her maiden head, he pressed his head to on the cushion next to her face.

“Granger, this might hurt a bit, ok?” he muttered. She nodded. He thrust inside her, ripping through the flesh of her virginity. She grimaced and a sob escaped her. He stilled himself, letting her get accustomed to the size of him. He began to kiss her neck, gently nipping her skin every couple of seconds, until she was responding with small gasp of joy.

He pulled himself out and the slowly eased back inside her. She was surprised when it didn’t hurt this time, even if it did feel uncomfortable. A couple more pushes and she was bucking against him, trying to get more. She raised her legs up and gripped at his hips whilst her hands still clutched at his back.

She was moaning and crying out, not saying anything, but letting him know that she was enjoying herself just the same. He was so mesmerized by the noises coming from her that he wasn’t even aware of the guttural noises he himself was making as he rutted her.

He lowered himself slightly to catch her lips again. She responded to his kiss with fervor. She could hear the moans he was making and they were so sexy and primal that they took her to the edge. When he kissed her again, she lost all control and her body bucked wildly as she came again, groaning into his mouth.

The feel of her channel contracting around his shaft ended his resolve and he lunged into her sporadically as he came, emptying his seed deep within her. He collapsed onto her, completely spent and she wrapped her arms around him. It didn’t take her long to fall into a deep sleep. He extricated himself from her form, and dressed in silence. He stared at her wand for a few moments. He could use it, but he didn’t want to leave her helpless. In the end, he decided to leave it.

After smoothing down her skirt, he dragged a cover over her and kissed her forehead.

Then he left her, to face his fate.


The End