White Lips Kissed
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,106
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
White Lips Kissed
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AN: I just couldn't get this story out of my head. Had to put it on paper. Now my mind can find peace one again, haha. Hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. Thanks to my beta Oli!!
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White Lips Kissed
He was crying again. Hot tears were travelling down his face.
Sleep was still tugging onto his very soul.
His head moved from side to side. Eyes screwed up in silent torment.
A slight sheen of sweat covered his forehead and chest.
Then whispers. Soft whispers.
He woke with a start. Bolting upright in his bed.
With his hand he brought his long blonde hair back.
His hand stayed on his forehead as he tried to focus.
Then he gave a sigh and covered his face with his hands.
“Please don’t leave. I still need you!”
The whispers answered softly.
“I’m still here love. Don’t worry. Lay back down.”
And so he did. His body settled back onto the soft bed.
He closed his eyes and an electrified warmth spread next to him.
He lay still. Listening. Her soft breathing made it to his ears.
Then a warm hand touched his face and he opened his eyes.
His angel was by his side. She smiled at him.
Cinnamon eyes took him in deeply. Her honey curls grazing his chest.
She brought her face closer and he stopped breathing.
As he closed his eyes he felt the warmth of her lips.
His lower region reacted to her touch immediately.
He brought her closer. He inhaled her deeply.
Her curls grazed his nose and he nuzzled her head.
She began to move slowly.
He moaned when her body moved over his erection.
Her warmth seeped into every part of his body.
He couldn’t restrain his moans.
Her small hand moved inside his pyjama bottoms.
He growled and rolled her underneath him.
Frantically he devoured her mouth.
Her small breast were revealed and he gasped.
Each mound is worshiped with a passion.
He felt at her entrance. It was slippery from her wetness.
“God Hermione. I need you so much.”
She moaned loudly ‘please’.
He tore her panties and swiftly entered her.
She was still everything he ever loved.
He began thrusting in her. She gave soft sounds of pleasure.
He took in her face, her features screwed in pleasure.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at him.
She gave him a meaningful look filled with love.
“Everything will be alright love. Please don’t worry.
He gave a throaty cry at her words. His thrusts got sloppy.
Don’t be sad. I love you. Always. Never forget.”
He heard her cry out and that is all it took.
He roared her name as he came.
They lay in silence for a while.
She gave him one last kiss.
Slowly her warmth vanished from her body.
He saw her kneel back and disappear gradually.
“Go and see Patience. You know she’s scared of thunder.”
Her whispers ebbed away from the room. She was gone.
Her warmth lingered on his body.
A scent of vanilla and jasmine clung to the bed.
Slowly he got up and moved from the bed.
He grabbed his heavy robe from his chair.
Softly he closed his bedroom door and moved through the hall.
A loud crack of thunder stole the silence in the house.
The hall was lit in blue and grey.
He stopped at a door on his left.
As he opened her door a bit he could see his daughter already up in her bed.
“Daddy!”
“You’re awake. Was it the thunder?”
“Yes, daddy. But I wasn’t scared!”
“You weren’t?”
“No. Mommy was with me.”
He sat on her bed and looked into familiar cinnamon eyes.
“I know pumpkin. I saw her too.”
“Can I stay with you daddy?”
He smiled at her. Well, get a move on, then.”
He stood and turned his back on the little girl.
The girl clapped her hands and giggled.
Her soft blonde curls bounced happily.
She stood at the end of her bed and climbed on her fathers back.
With his daughter Draco Malfoy made it back to his bedroom.
The thunder cracked loudly through the house.
Patience clung to him and cuddled closer.
Once lying her in his bed he kissed her goodnight.
Almost immediately sleep came over both of them.
Different articles from the Daily Prophet lay on the nightstand.
‘Tragic events in St Mungo’s lead to bloodbath’
‘Loved Medi-Witch Hermione Malfoy/Granger killed by crazed patient’
‘Malfoy/Granger funeral greatly visited by wizards showing their last respects’
AN: I just couldn't get this story out of my head. Had to put it on paper. Now my mind can find peace one again, haha. Hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. Thanks to my beta Oli!!
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White Lips Kissed
He was crying again. Hot tears were travelling down his face.
Sleep was still tugging onto his very soul.
His head moved from side to side. Eyes screwed up in silent torment.
A slight sheen of sweat covered his forehead and chest.
Then whispers. Soft whispers.
He woke with a start. Bolting upright in his bed.
With his hand he brought his long blonde hair back.
His hand stayed on his forehead as he tried to focus.
Then he gave a sigh and covered his face with his hands.
“Please don’t leave. I still need you!”
The whispers answered softly.
“I’m still here love. Don’t worry. Lay back down.”
And so he did. His body settled back onto the soft bed.
He closed his eyes and an electrified warmth spread next to him.
He lay still. Listening. Her soft breathing made it to his ears.
Then a warm hand touched his face and he opened his eyes.
His angel was by his side. She smiled at him.
Cinnamon eyes took him in deeply. Her honey curls grazing his chest.
She brought her face closer and he stopped breathing.
As he closed his eyes he felt the warmth of her lips.
His lower region reacted to her touch immediately.
He brought her closer. He inhaled her deeply.
Her curls grazed his nose and he nuzzled her head.
She began to move slowly.
He moaned when her body moved over his erection.
Her warmth seeped into every part of his body.
He couldn’t restrain his moans.
Her small hand moved inside his pyjama bottoms.
He growled and rolled her underneath him.
Frantically he devoured her mouth.
Her small breast were revealed and he gasped.
Each mound is worshiped with a passion.
He felt at her entrance. It was slippery from her wetness.
“God Hermione. I need you so much.”
She moaned loudly ‘please’.
He tore her panties and swiftly entered her.
She was still everything he ever loved.
He began thrusting in her. She gave soft sounds of pleasure.
He took in her face, her features screwed in pleasure.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at him.
She gave him a meaningful look filled with love.
“Everything will be alright love. Please don’t worry.
He gave a throaty cry at her words. His thrusts got sloppy.
Don’t be sad. I love you. Always. Never forget.”
He heard her cry out and that is all it took.
He roared her name as he came.
They lay in silence for a while.
She gave him one last kiss.
Slowly her warmth vanished from her body.
He saw her kneel back and disappear gradually.
“Go and see Patience. You know she’s scared of thunder.”
Her whispers ebbed away from the room. She was gone.
Her warmth lingered on his body.
A scent of vanilla and jasmine clung to the bed.
Slowly he got up and moved from the bed.
He grabbed his heavy robe from his chair.
Softly he closed his bedroom door and moved through the hall.
A loud crack of thunder stole the silence in the house.
The hall was lit in blue and grey.
He stopped at a door on his left.
As he opened her door a bit he could see his daughter already up in her bed.
“Daddy!”
“You’re awake. Was it the thunder?”
“Yes, daddy. But I wasn’t scared!”
“You weren’t?”
“No. Mommy was with me.”
He sat on her bed and looked into familiar cinnamon eyes.
“I know pumpkin. I saw her too.”
“Can I stay with you daddy?”
He smiled at her. Well, get a move on, then.”
He stood and turned his back on the little girl.
The girl clapped her hands and giggled.
Her soft blonde curls bounced happily.
She stood at the end of her bed and climbed on her fathers back.
With his daughter Draco Malfoy made it back to his bedroom.
The thunder cracked loudly through the house.
Patience clung to him and cuddled closer.
Once lying her in his bed he kissed her goodnight.
Almost immediately sleep came over both of them.
Different articles from the Daily Prophet lay on the nightstand.
‘Tragic events in St Mungo’s lead to bloodbath’
‘Loved Medi-Witch Hermione Malfoy/Granger killed by crazed patient’
‘Malfoy/Granger funeral greatly visited by wizards showing their last respects’