Lonely Sacrifice

A/N: This is my baby, my love, my first true completed fanfic, "Lonely Sacrifice." Started in March, it was originally based off of "Alone" by Heart, and then morphed into this. Enjoy!

Title: Lonely Sacrifice
Pairings: HG/RW, HG/DM, DM/PP
Word Count: 12,152 (It's long, but worth it!)
Summary: It was in that moment that she realized that Draco was truly alone, more alone then anyone else at Headquarters. The war drew them together, their sacrifices pulled them apart. How do you survive in a world where you have to continue pretending to be something you are not?

*

Lonely Sacrifice

Hermione rolled over in her bed, groaning. Her room was pitch black, the curtains on her window drawn tightly. Her room always seemed to be dark now.
Now that the light was gone.

She sighed, looking at the magical clock on her dresser.

2:09 AM.

He hadn’t come in yet, Hermione was sure of that. The tears on her face had long ago dried, leaving behind only a salty stickiness. Her tears were useless and she knew that. It seemed that any ounce of compassion he had once felt for her had disappeared months ago. They had been making such great strides, and then they had to go and ruin it because of raging, teenage hormones.

She rubbed her eyes and sighed, rolling onto her back. It was always times like these when she wished he was still lying beside her. It had never mattered which bed they slept in, they always awoke in the same position; curled on their sides with his arms wrapped around her.

He had given her the one thing she’d always wanted. He had loved her. Totally and completely. He made her see that there was no point in waiting for Ron to grow up, as he would always be a little boy. He also told her that Harry was only interested in stopping Voldemort and female Weasleys.

Hermione found she couldn’t dispute either of these notions.

So she let him love her and found herself loving him back. She let him love her mind. She let him inside and told him all her fears. She let him into places that no one had ever even seen.

She let him go inside of her and take the most precious gift she had to offer someone, something she had saved for Ron.

Her stomach growled then gave a painful lurch. She realized now that her crying had made her insanely hungry. She didn’t want to get up but she found that her body and mind had two separate agendas. Groaning, she swung her legs up and over the side of her bed. She hung her head as she walked to her door, her long brown curls falling over her shoulders and hanging down her back.

He had once tangled his hands there.

She sighed again and began to walk down the stairs leading to their Common Room and Kitchen. She decided she would just get a muffin, thinking something light would stop her stomach from hurting.

When she had retrieved her blueberry muffin from the kitchen, she went and sat in front of the fire. The fire there was dying, the orange embers slowly crackling to death. She tucked her legs to her chest and rested her head on her bare knees, biting into her muffin. Her hot pink shorts were extremely short, showing off a nice expense of her legs while her tight black spaghetti strapped shirt showed off not only her shoulders and neck but also her toned stomach.

A lot of good her assets did her, she thought with a snort. No one ever bothered to look, and the only one who had seemed to be looking somewhere else now.

Her back started to cramp up, so she moved her legs underneath her, sitting cross legged on the couch. She had mindlessly chewed through her muffin, finishing it without even realizing it. Her stomach felt full now but her heart felt just as empty as it had been these past few months. She recognized that she had fallen in love hard and deep. It pained her to know that she had allowed someone to crawl so deep inside of her.

She rubbed her eyes, wondering what time it was. It would do no good to go back to bed. She knew it would be a while before she would be able to sleep.
So all she did was sit there on the couch. She sat there, thinking as she stared off into the distance. So many things had changed in the past few months. So many lives had been affected, bringing along inevitable changes.

People had made choices that affected not just their own lives but the wizarding world as a whole.

Things had changed, but yet Hermione was still alone.

The portrait to the Heads’ Common Room opened and in trudged the Head Boy. He looked like Hermione felt, completely run down and worn out. His long blond hair hung in sweaty clumps to the top of his shoulders and his clothes were wrinkled. It looked as though he’d gotten as much sleep as Hermione had.

No doubt Pansy kept him up all night.

Suddenly his dull grey eyes flashed up to see Hermione’s amber eyes looking at him from across the distance of the Common Room. Neither said anything. Hermione had no doubt that he was sizing her up. She waited for a biting remark to come her way, but none ever did. He just stared, pain and pleading written across his face until he finally spoke.

“Hermione.”


*

After Dumbledore’s death, after Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were found dead in their Manor, and after Hogwarts was officially closed indefinitely, the fight to stay alive increased. People worried about their families and loved ones, attempting to protect the world as they knew it. They waited for the giant axe to fall but nothing ever came.

Because the Death Eaters weren’t playing along. They were laying low. All of them seemed scared to step out of line after the charred remains of Draco’s family had been found. They were an example to all the Death Eaters not to question anything or fail as Draco had by not killing Dumbeldore and making Snape blow his cover.

The Dark Lord had intended to use Draco as his example, except that Draco had disappeared. Harry had seen Draco Apparate with Snape, except Draco hadn’t gone were Snape had. He had somehow managed to escape, officially going into hiding and leaving his former life.

And then, one night after the news of the Malfoys shocked the Wizarding World, Draco managed to find Harry Potter. He was clearly trying to seek protection. Harry was stunned when, all of a sudden, Draco Malfoy Appareted beside him. Draco had used Harry himself as his focal object, stunning the Boy-Who-Lived beyond belief. Harry took his wand out and started to hex him when he noticed Draco was beginning to pass out and in no condition to fight. Before he knew it, Draco had passed out at Harry’s feet, a dirty and starved wreck.

Harry decided to take Draco back to Grimmauld Place. He figured if anyone asked about his decision, Harry would reveal what happened that night on the Tower, how Draco couldn’t kill Dumbledore, how Snape had done it, and how Dumbledore fully believed Draco was not and could never be a killer.

Not to mention that his parents had been brutally tortured and killed by Voldemort himself.

So even though Harry had prepared himself for the onslaught he would receive when he returned home, what he got was worse then he expected. For all intents and purposes, Grimmauld Place was his home and he could do with it whatever he wanted. However, he still let it be used as Headquarters, so members of the Order where always popping in. Some of the Weasleys had moved in, along with Hermione and her parents, and those were the first people Harry and Draco ran into.

Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, and her parents were eating lunch around the table when Harry stumbled in with Draco. His friends all jumped up from the table with their wands drawn. Jane Granger clutched her husband, scared at the prospect of a wand duel erupting in front of them. Hermione instinctively placed herself between her parents and Draco and Harry.

“What’s he doing here?” Ron practically shouted, his face turning red in anger. “And why are you helping him?” Harry sighed.

“I have my reasons; there is a lot you don’t know,” He said, looking his friends. “You can lower your wands, he’s unconscious.”

No one lowered their weapons an inch.

“That may be Harry,” Ron continued. “But I still don’t want him in here.”

Harry’s temper suddenly flared up. Hermione’s parents sensed the anger and tension in the room and held each other tighter. Harry growled at Ron.

“This is my house, Ron. Mine. Sirius left it to me to do with whatever I saw fit. I let you stay here, all of you,” he looked at Hermione’s parents, “so you can be safe and protected. Now I am letting Malfoy stay here because he needs protecting as well.” He looked at each person in turn, as if challenging anyone to say anything about the matter. “This is my house and what I say goes. Now accept that or leave.”

The five friends stood, glancing at each other when suddenly Hermione lowered her wand. Ron drew in a sharp breath through his teeth as his girlfriend stepped forward, the noise sounding like a hiss. Harry watched as Hermione approached.

“Do you need help settling him in?” Harry smiled.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” And with no further arguments, Draco Malfoy was levitated up to his room and began his stay at Number 12, Grimmauld Place.


*


Needless to say, none of the Weasleys were pleased about this. They were finding themselves disinclined to the idea that their second cousin was living with them. Hermione had to keep reminding her boyfriend and his siblings that this was Harry’s house and what he wanted, went.

“I can’t believe you’re sticking up for that ferret again, Hermione! It’s because of what he did that Hogwarts is closed. Think of all the things that he’s done to us, to you, over the years. Everything he’s said. And now he’s living in the same house as your parents, the very type of people he would see murdered!” Ron was pacing in front of his bed, where Hermione was sitting.

Her anger was bubbling up inside her and she was having a hard time not ripping Ron a new arsehole, even though he was making it extremely difficult.

“It’s almost like … like you have a thing for him or something, being all flirty and trying to get his attention.” Ron paused and looked at her. “It’s almost like you want him.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed at him, incredulous to what she had heard. Then she scoffed and shook her head. “You have some funny ideas, Ronald Weasley.”

A jealous, dangerous glint flashed through Ron’s eyes, casting his face into a possessive shadow. “Oh, do I now? You know, Hermione,” he said, taking a step toward her. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Ginny has and so have the twins. I don’t think it’s just a coincidence.”

“And you also probably don’t think it’s a coincidence that all you siblings would agree with you, either.” When Ron didn’t say anything in response, Hermione felt her anger starting to become unmanageable. She motioned with her hand at him. “Well go talk to Harry and ask him, then. He’ll tell you how foolish you’re being.”

Ron walked all the way up to his bed, until he stood directly in front of where Hermione was sitting. He placed his hands on her arms and dug his fingers into them. “Why should I when he’s the one that brought Malfoy here in the first place?”

So many emotions swirled up in Hermione as she tried to get him to let go out her. “Are you saying you don’t trust Harry?” Instead of answering her, however, he just dug his fingers harder into her arms, and pulled himself down to give her a searing kiss. A shocked gasp escaped her mouth as she was not expecting this and tried to push away from his unrelenting body. She wanted to continue this discussion but Ron obviously had other plans. If anything, her struggles just made Ron latch himself onto her even more. His tongue angrily probed her mouth as she tried to fight off his jealous kisses, exploring her mouth. She needed to breathe and have him let go of her so she did the only rational thing she could think of doing.

She bit him.

She bit down on his lower lip, trying to make it a very unpleasant experience. She knew Ron liked a small amount of pain with his pleasure, but she was hoping it wasn’t to this degree.

Ron ripped his mouth away from hers, blood pooling on his bottom lip.

Disbelieving, he raised a hand to his lip as if to rub off the blood, stopping mid-motion as if changing his mind. Then, suddenly, his eyes seemed to light up and his face transformed into the angry, possessive mask she had already seen. His face was slowly turning red and his breathing was coming out harshly. She noticed, with a start, that she was also breathing deep and heavy, and probably looked like Ron.

“You bitch!”

Hermione went to verbally defend herself when Ron pushed her down onto his bed, using his strength and size to over power her. She continued to struggle under him, letting out noises of protest and discomfort. He had her firmly pinned to the bed, however, and she stopped struggling when her logic told her it would do no good for her to fight when she felt his hard arousal resting on her pelvis. Ron didn’t seem to notice, however, as if a madness had taken him over and all he cared about was winning and having her see his point of view.

Hermione felt like a piece of meat, feeling Ron’s dick against her body like that. She realized with a shock that he felt longer then she had anticipated him being and it scared her.

“I can’t believe you bit me!” He snarled down at her.

“I can’t believe you’re forcing yourself on me,” Hermione spat out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened when she realized what she said and then crinkled up when Ron squeezed her arms tighter.

“Oh so I’m forcing myself on you. That is a load of shite, Hermione, and you know it. But,” he smirked and began rocking against her pelvis. “I can always show you what ‘being forced’ feels like.” He started grinding himself against her harder, grounding his cock against her.

“Stop, Ron, please. You’re hurting me! I don’t want our first times to be like this.” She shouted, panic welling up in her eyes.

“You don’t like this?” Ron asked mockingly. “Lavender seemed to like it rough like this.” Hermione stopped struggling and looked at him with widened eyes.
“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean?” Ron paused, and then thrust hard against Hermione. “Lavender liked to get fucked like a common Knockturn Alley whore. She liked to pretend that I had just bought her and could do whatever I wanted. Why do you think I always liked it rough whenever we fooled around?”

“But,” Hermione said, in a strained voice. “I thought we were going to save ourselves for each other.”

Ron snorted. “Yeah. And You-Know-Who is gonna show up and turn himself over to
Harry any minute now.”

Hermione blinked, feeling the tears forming in her eyes. She refused, however, to let him see her crying. It was too late, though, because Ron spotted the moisture gathering in her eyes. Seeing her fight back tears sobered Ron up and his face slowly turned back to the Ron she thought she knew. Dazed, he let his eyes wander up to where he held her wrists and then back to her face. He swallowed audibly at the fear and pain he saw there. He felt his arousal deflating and was thankful for that, at least. He grew completely ashamed of himself, wondering what had pushed him this far. He knew it couldn’t just be his irritation at Malfoy living under the same roof as him. He knew it had something to do with him, though, and then realized where his possessiveness was coming from.

He must have talked himself into believing that Hermione was fucking the ferret when she wouldn’t even go any further then light over-the-clothes petting and harsh kisses, when he had had so much sexual contact with Lavender.

He let go of her with a hiss and scrambled off her. All the while, Hermione stared at him as if he were about to kill her. She lay prone on the bed, her arms still above her head, her breasts jutting out and heaving with uneven breaths.

“Her – Hermione,” he swallowed. “I . . . I . . . oh Gods. I’m so sorry. I must have hurt you. Did I? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you. Are you okay?” Ron was talking in rush, asking her all kinds of questions, when her voice pulled him out of a daze.

“You slept with Lavender,” she whispered, her voice so soft that Ron barely heard it. He ran a hand through his already ruffled hair and sighed.

“Hermione, listen, you don’t understand. You know what Lavender and I had wasn’t -,”

“You fucked Lavender!” She screamed, Ron jumping at her volume and vulgarity. “What’s so hard to understand about that?”

“It’s not so cut and dry as you're making it, Hermione,” he said, his voice coming out in an even tone. Hermione gave a sort of strangled chuckle.

“Oh, I think it’s exactly how you stated it. Had to find a whore to fuck, didn’t you? All because I’m not some easy, dumb bitch who gives it up to every guy at Hogwarts. You knew she’d fuck you, regardless of how poor you are or the fact that your ‘just’ Harry Potter’s best mate. She knew you were a hard cock she could stick inside herself and be totally safe with!” Hermione’s anger had moved her into a sitting position on the bed. She was staring at Ron with a passionate and righteous anger that she only used for her enemies. He figured he would be in trouble but he was never sure where Hermione’s anger would take her.


“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to get carried away with you and hurt you like that. It’s just … I’m so frustrated here and you’re supposed to want me and -,”

“You just don’t get it, do you, Ronald?” Hermione shouted as she stood up. “What would you have done if I told you I had fucked Dean or Seamus? And besides, you broke a promise to me. I wanted to be your first. We had made that promise to each other.”

“You wanted to be my first? Well, that’s awfully selfish of you.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Oh please Ron. I think you flatter yourself far too much.” He was growing impatient with her and knew he was going to explode soon.

“Well, if I’m so much of a bad deal, then why are you screaming at me for having some fun and not letting you control my every move?”

Hermione groaned, becoming exasperated. “I never wanted to control you, I just wanted to have something special with the person I loved and whom I thought loved me.”

“Well maybe if you weren’t such an overbearing, frigid little bitch we would have.” Ron’s eyes widened and his face turned deathly white as he realized what he said. He closed his eyes to a single tear falling down Hermione’s cheek. She let it fall and then sighed. The sound roused Ron and he opened his eyes. He watched, helpless, as she moved slowly, as if walking underwater, to his door. She reached it and stopped. She closed her eyes, the silence deafening as he watched her from across the room. He made as if to say something and, as if feeling it in the air, Hermione stopped him with her own voice.

“We’re over.”

Ron ran a hand through his hair again and didn’t move as Hermione walked out the door, shutting it behind her.


*


The house was on edge after that. Instead of blowing up at Ron at everything he did, Hermione quietly stowed her anger away. All the males in the house felt sorry for Ron, because Ron and Hermione hadn’t discussed what happened. No one envied Ron’s position, knowing how unpredictable the witch could be. The tension was tangible whenever they were the same room and everyone tried to avoid being with them at the same time, even Harry.

One night, weeks after the break-up, Hermione found herself alone in the library. She was standing at the window, looking at the rain coming down the ancient stained glass windows. She was lost in her own thoughts when she felt someone behind her. She closed her eyes, leaned her head against the window, and sighed. She opened her mouth to tell Ron off when she was interrupted by the last voice she thought she’d hear.

“He never deserved you.”

She turned around to see Draco there, just inside the room and with the door closed. Hermione and Draco had struck up a tense friendship over the three months that he had been living at Headquarters. She and Harry were the only ones that seemed to deal with him directly and their friendship had been born out of necessity. He needed certain types of rehabilitation and, as no one else wanted to deal with him and Harry was unavailable sometimes, that task had fallen to Hermione. At first, he had flat out refused, not out of hatred towards Muggle-borns but simply because he couldn’t stand her. When he realized that she, and her help, weren’t going away anytime soon, however, he stopped fighting and started accepting it, little by little. Now, three months later, they seemed to have a genuine friendship that had helped to heal them both.
And Draco had healed. He had recovered quite nicely with her and Harry’s help.

His body was filling out again and he was recovering the muscle structure he
had had while at Hogwarts and playing Quidditch. He skin also went back to being the smooth, alabaster marble she found alluring. His eyes had regained that mischievous quality to them as well, sometimes reminding her of the twins when they had discovered a new invention and a plot on how to test it out.

She realized with a start that she was staring and he was smirking.

“Er – beg pardon?” His smirked deepened as he started walking towards her. She felt trapped, knowing that he was directly in front of her with a wall directly behind her.

“You know what I am referring too. Stupidity does not become you, Granger,” he said, having reached her by now. He looked her over and what he saw seemed to get his approval as he gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head. She felt like a prize at auction under his gaze, making her sick to her stomach as she brought her hands up across her chest. His eyes watched the movement and she shuddered.

Her voice slightly shook from the way he was looking at her. “Don’t talk about it like you know anything about what happened.”

“What’s not to know?” He asked, reaching a hand up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. She shivered as he flesh touched hers, trying to listen as he continued talking. “You and Weasel finally got together, he acted like the little boy he is, fucked up somehow, you corrected him and he couldn’t take it so he broke up with you. “ He was now cupping her chin with his hand.

“Let go of me,” she said, trying to sound strong and firm. He just rubbed his finger along her jaw line, ignoring what she said.

“I can’t believe he would be stupid enough to let you go,” he cocked his head to the side and considered her for a second before going on. “But then again, this is Weasel we’re talking about.”

“I said, let me go!” She grabbed his arm and threw it away from her. She tired to brush him away, but he kept his balance, managing to only sway a little from his spot. His eyes darkened in anger and he grabbed her roughly by the arms.

“What do you think you’re playing at?” She didn’t answer, just staring at him with anger-filled eyes. “No wonder Weasley dumped, you’re mental.” She began to struggle in his arms, wanting nothing more then for him to let go of her.

“I broke it off with him you disgusting ferret!” She screamed at him, continuing to try and struggle out of his grip, finding it completely iron-clad.

“That’s not the way he’s been telling it. Seems he’s been running around going on about how he couldn’t wait any longer for you to spread open those self-righteous legs of yours.” She felt her heart collapse at his words, and her body did too. She stopped struggling in his arms and just became dead weight. Draco groaned at the pressure she was putting on him now, trying to hold her upright.

“He . . . he said that?” He glared at her, noticing how shattered and emotionless she seemed all of a sudden. He sighed and instantly felt bad.

“Like I said, he didn’t deserve you,” he told her, noticing the wetness in her eyes. He was going to hurt Weasley for this. “What happened?”

“He slept with Lavender Brown,” she whispered, putting her head down. Draco snickered.

“Who hasn’t slept with Lavender Brown?” Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed at him.

“You’ve slept with Lavender too?”

He scrunched his face up as if he had smelled something awful, doing a fine imitation of his mother. “Are you kidding me? Who would want to fuck that?”

“But I thought you said everyone slept with her?” She asked in a quiet voice. He snickered again.

“Only the truly desperate ones.”

“So you mean to tell me,” her eyes narrowed even more and Draco suddenly feared for his life. “That between Lavender and myself, she’s the better choice?” Draco held her eyes, loosening the hold he had on her arms.

“No. Weasley’s just a sodding idiot.” He began to stroke her arms, causing the tiny hairs to stand up on end. “I don’t understand why he would pick her over you.” Her face seemed to crumple even further.

“Because I was saving myself for him until it … I … until I knew it was right,” she finished lamely.

Malfoy looked shocked and then angry. “You’re still a virgin?” She nodded. “And he fucked Lavender Brown because you were waiting until you were ready? That fucking, cheating, lying bastard.” Anger was now rolling off of Draco in waves, washing over Hermione.

“Well, I actually don’t know when he fucked her, if we were actually together at that time or not. He didn’t say.” They stood there in silence. Hermione wouldn’t look at him, feeling ashamed that Ron hadn’t wanted her. Draco tired to catch her eyes, but to no avail. He had continued to stroke her arms even though she wouldn’t look at him, hoping that it was soothing to her. He smiled when he saw her eyes close with a gentle moan.

“Hermione,” he whispered her name like a lover would, allowing it to float gently between them.

She opened her eyes. She didn’t look confused that he had used her name for the first time. In fact, it made her feel comforted to know that now they were comfortable with each other and past old grudges. She smiled kindly at him, knowing that something had changed and enjoying that bit of knowledge.
“Draco,” Hermione answered him in turn, neither of them moving. Then, all of a sudden, without seeming to realize it, they moved in and their lips touched. It was a gentle kiss, one designed to not frighten Hermione. She didn’t except Draco to be so gentle and was surprised, melting into his mouth. Draco himself was surprise at the amount of caution he put into the kiss. He had never bestowed such a gently kiss on anyone before. He felt her lips trembling under his but she was responding to him in kind. Her arms moved around his body, trapping him against her. The line of her body pressed into his, her breasts rubbing along his chest and her pelvis connecting with his, causing a deep rumbling to come from his throat. He could feel her smile against his lips. She ran one hand up from his back and nestled it in his hair. She grabbed a fistful and pulled slightly. His moaning became louder and he arched his pelvis even harder towards her. He felt his erection rubbing against her and knew there was no way she couldn’t have felt it.

He broke the kiss and rested his chin against her shoulder, needing a second to calm down. He kissed her neck and sighed.

“I’m so sorry, Hermione,” he whispered against her sweaty neck before he let go of her and exited the library, shutting the door on a broken and confused Hermione.


*

Now, it just so happened that the only people in the house who directly involved themselves with Draco were Harry and Hermione. Ron flat out refused to have anything to do with him and everyone else was inclined to follow his direction. Ron also began to find himself increasingly mad at Hermione.

Everything she was doing was bothering him and making him mad. He had tried explaining himself and patching things up, but she would always just leave the room or ignore him. Harry was getting tired of the tension between them, but knew there was next to nothing he could say, or do.

It seemed, however, that a problem was surfacing. Harry had to go on a mission that he couldn’t bring Ron on and he had to leave someone back home to help out Draco. He was worried about how they would be while he was gone, but he had no choice. He was going off with Lupin, so they would only have two weeks for this particular mission.

So Harry left without telling Ron or Hermione. When they found out, they had another fight about trusting Harry. Ron seemed to think that Harry was purposely keeping things from them. Hermione said that there were certain things Harry alone had to do, as the prophecy concerned him alone, and they would have to accept that. Run blow up at her after he heard her say that.

“You’re just disagreeing with me because you’re still pissed about what happened. Why don’t you just go shag Malfoy, as I’m sure that’s the only reason you’re okay with him being here!” Ron shouted at her, then stormed out of the room.

Later that day, Hermione found herself standing outside of Draco’s bedroom. She was bringing his dinner to him and found herself not wanting to go into the room. And while Draco wasn’t a prisoner at Headquarters by any means, it was just better for all if he generally stayed in his room. Hermione groaned, upset about having to see Draco after that night in the library. Harry had been dealing with Draco’s needs since that night, but with him gone it fell on Hermione to take care of him.

Hermione drew in a deep breath, gathered her courage, and knocked on his door. Upon hearing his admission of entrance, she walked into his room.

Draco was on his bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling. Hermione didn’t look at him as she crossed the room and set the tray of food down on his nightstand. She turned and was halfway across the room when his voice stopped her.

“I heard you and Weasel arguing.”

Hermione gave a tired sighed. “I’m sure the whole house heard. Do you have a point?”

“So he really thinks we’re shagging then?”

Hermione turned around to face him, her arms over her chest. “Well, I guess, considering that is what he said.” Draco finally tore his eyes from the ceiling and looked at her.

“You don’t understand men at all, do you?” Hermione crossly moved her arms and placed her hand on her hips.

“I understand well enough, thank you.”

Draco just scoffed. “No, you don’t. Why do you think he told you about Lavender, huh? It wasn’t because he -,”

“Stop, Malfoy, just stop it!” She screamed at him, fury dancing across her features.

Draco sat up on his bed and raised a graceful eyebrow at her. “Oh, so it’s Malfoy now, is it? Back to last names are we, Granger?” She brushed a stand of hair out of her eyes.

“Yes, we are. I want to forget that night in the library happened.”

Draco stood up and took a step towards her. “You want to for get it, huh?” She didn’t say anything as he continued walking. “You want to forget the way you trembled against my lips? The way you gave in to my kiss and allowed yourself to enjoy it? The way you grabbed my hair and rubbed yourself against my body?” He practically purred at her, stopping a few feet from her.

She found herself taking a few steps in anger, stopping before she got to close. “Yes, so I can forget the way you turned away in disgust,” she said before she could stop herself, then groaned, thinking she had given him enough ammunition.

Draco sighed, looking away from her. “It wasn’t disgust,” he looked up at her through the fringe of his hair. “Or desperation. You were vulnerable and I had no right to kiss you.”

“Right. I’ve always been a filthy little Mudblood, only a creature to you. How could you not be disgusted by that?” He raised his head to look her dead on and then closed the distance between them, grabbing for her arms again.

“Because,” he said, stroking up and down her flesh. “You’ve been the only one here who has treated me like a human. Even though I deserved so much less from you, for all I’ve put you through. You’ve opened my eyes.”

Her face softened, the tension and mistrust melting away. She didn’t know why, but the words Draco were saying felt more then sincere. They felt right. He smiled at her then, his smile transforming his entire face from the one she knew into a peaceful and humane one. He looked nice when his face looked like that and it made her smile back at him.

“Draco,” she whispered, not really sure what was going on.

“Back to first names, are we?” Her smile turned into a grin as she rolled her eyes, reaching her hands up to grab his head.

“Shut up and just -,” he interrupted her when he bent his head, pressing his lips against hers. He pushed her mouth open with his tongue, the kiss feeling different then the one they had shared before. It was passionate and demanding, scolding to the touch. She grabbed his hair as if she were drowning, moaning into his mouth. His hands began to roam over her body, dipping down to her ass to cup her round cheeks. She shocked him when she didn’t protest, letting out a deep moan instead. He felt spurred on by this, grabbing her ass harder, pulling her into him and falling on his bed with her. They broke apart and, chests heaving, stared into each other’s eyes.

“Hermione -,”

“Sh.” She put a finger to her lips and smiled. She moved gently against him, feeling his arousal, his eyes rolling back into his head. She grinned and in one swift movement, moved so she was straddling his body in a more comfortable position, placing her hands on his chest.

“Hermione -,”

“Don’t ask; just do.” He looked her dead in the eye, a seriousness replacing the joviality of the moment.

“Once I start, I won’t stop.” She nodded bravely.

“I know.” She bent down and kissed his neck. “That’s what I was hoping for.” She moved against his body as she kissed his neck and earlobes. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted, breaking the connection. The sight that greeted him was worth it.

She leaned back and winked at him. Her bra was a deep fuchsia, more girly then he imagined she would wear, showcasing the beautiful peaks of her breasts. Her tan skin contrasted sharply against the shiny satin and it only further showed off her breasts better. They were very pert, and were just the right size. She had dark freckles on her chest, dark dots that outlined her cleavage.

She flushed as Draco looked her over, feeling himself become harder. His dark, grey eyes were melting into heavy pools of mercury. They held a lust that was borne out of more then wanting to possess her body; she saw genuine love and emotion there.

She smiled as she reached behind her, unclasping her bra. She held her hands over the cups of her bra, teasing him. She began to feel really brave and, grinning wickedly, “accidently” let go of her bra. Draco chuckled as he watched her attempt at seducing her, as she now had a look of mock innocence on her face.

“And just what is so funny, Mr. Malfoy?” She asked with a feigned look of indignation.

“You’re just so cute when you’re trying to be seductive.” She whacked at his chest, forgetting for a moment that she was topless, her breasts bouncing as she moved.

Her breasts swayed in front of his face and he licked his lips. He focused on her nipples, which were slightly red, and then raised his head, capturing and licking at her right nipple. She threw her head back and moaned, never having felt anything like this. She knew, that while this felt amazing, Draco would give her even more pleasure. She felt herself get wet at this and moaned deeper.
Draco abruptly switched nipples, focusing on her left one. Hermione took this opportunity to lean down and unbutton his shirt. She got all the buttons undone and was about to start pushing his shirt off his shoulders when he stopped her.

“Hermione, are you sure -,”

“Trust me, Draco, I’m sure,” she said, looking at him with lust filled eyes. He shook his head.

“Are you sure you want my shirt off?” She looked at him, completely perplexed, until it dawned on her. She moved down, straddling his knees and grabbing his arms, forcing him to sit up. Looking him in the eyes, she slid his shirt off slowly, sliding it down his shoulders. She held his eyes as the shirt slid down his back. He took his arms out of the sleeves, right and then left, and continued to watch her as she surveyed his skin.

Pale, glistening scars marred his alabaster skin. They consisted of older and newer looking one. Some crisscrossed each other and some were a very slight pink. On the whole, however, one wouldn’t notice them unless they were looking him over or searching for them.

She raised her eyes to his, her eyebrow raised in question, but his face was expressionless. It was back to the mask she had seen him wear so many times before and it bothered her. She knew that this was the test she had to pass. He had accepted her and now, now she had to accept who and what he was. She had to learn to accept his past, their past, and what the future would hold for them.
She held his eyes for another second longer before sliding them down to his left arm and what she knew she would find there.

The black skull and snake marking stood out garishly against his skin, only over emphasizing the fact that his Mark was such a taint on his soul. She reached out a hand to trace it when his hand shot out to stop her, gripping her wrist almost painfully.

“Don’t,” he said, the edge of panic in his voice. “You don’t . . . have . . . to,” his words died as she gently removed his hand and placed her fingertips against his Mark. He hissed at the contact and she looked up, concern and questions in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Hermione,” he said, cupping her chin with his right hand. “They made me take it. I got it before sixth year. It was the only way. My . . . mother,” his voice cracked and his jaw tightened. “My mother didn’t want me to, but they promised her protection if I took it,” he finished, sighing and looking away from her.

It was then that she realized that he was more alone right now then anyone at Headquarters, even though they had all lost something to this war.

“Draco,” she whispered. He raised his eyes to her face and noticed the wetness in her eyes.

“Hermione, I don’t deserve your tears.”

“You’re right,” he sharply looked at her and she smiled. “You deserve so much more.”

She kissed him then with as much passion and conviction as she could muster. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, grabbing and flipping her under him, never breaking contact from her lips. They poured all their passion, feeling, and a new subtle, growing love into the kiss. They were tender and gentle, rough and wild, mixing and matching, and finally finding their home in each other.

Draco pulled back, grinning, and then kissed the hollow of her throat. She arched against him as he moved down between the valley of her breasts, down her torso, around her navel, and to the top of her jeans. He grinned up wickedly at her. He unbuttoned her button and then unzipped her pants, purposely going slow and torturous. She groaned and tried to wriggle herself out of her jeans, only to have him laugh at her impatience.

“Trust me, we’ll get there,” he said, smirking over her waistband. He slowly started inching her jeans down her legs, succeeding in pulling them all the way off.

Deep, fuchsia boy shorts met his eyes and he feasted on the sight. They fit her snugly, hugging her curves. He imagined the way they would cup her ass and he groaned, his member hardening to the point of being unbearable. He hastily stood and undid his trousers, peeling them and his black silk boxers off his body.

Hermione watched his movements, gasping as she saw his already weeping cock. It was long, thick, and proud, standing out from a nest of fine, ash blond hair. He saw the slight look of fear in her eyes and knew he would have to go slow, even though he wanted her right now. He moved back down in front of her knicker clad crotch, noticing the tiny wet spot already forming there.

“Please trust me, Hermione. I’ll try my hardest not to badly hurt you.” She nodded her assent and looked at the ceiling as he pulled her boy shorts down, biting her lip in anticipation. He knew she would need to be even wetter and so he leaned in and began to lick and nibble at her clit, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her body.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh . . . Draco,” she half moaned, half sighed, arching off the bed. She placed a hand against her left nipple, squeezing as Draco applied more pressure to her clit. He rolled his eyes up and took in the beautiful sight above him, reveling in the fact that he was giving her the pleasure she desperately craved and desired.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Weasley had ever made her feel like this; moan like this.

That thought made him feel extremely jealous and possessive. He plunged his tongue into her opening, lapping at her juices, using his fingers to rub at her clit. She shivered above him, sighing in pleasure as his tongue thrust harder and faster in and out of her opening.

Then, without warning, he switched positions, thrusting two fingers into her as he licked and nibbled her throbbing nub. She grabbed at his hair, pulling his mouth closer and harder against her pussy. He groaned as he felt her muscles clenching around his fingers. He felt her orgasm coming on, feeling fine, tell tale trembling in her body as he bit gently on her clit. She gasped loudly, pulling his hair even tighter.

“Oh, gods, Draco!” She sighed out as she came in his mouth. He shoved his fingers as far as they would go inside her, his cock throbbing with urgency as he felt her body quiver around him. He continued to lick at her clit as jolts of pleasure still zapped her body. He slowly pulled his fingers out and stood up, watching her come down from her high. Her body was flushed and glistening with sweat. He smiled down at her. He leaned over her and offered her his come covered fingers, running them along her lips.

He nearly came himself as she opened her mouth for him to place his fingers inside. She licked off his fingers, grinning around them as he groaned. He reached a hand down to his cock, finding it overly sensitive. He knew she was ready and looked her in the eye.

“Hermione,” he said, his voice coming out hard and husky.

“Please,” was her reply, coming out in a voice that matched his own. He didn’t need to tell her it would hurt or that it could never be taken back. He nodded at the surety in her eyes and slowly climbed on top of her. He placed his hands on either side of her face and looked down at her. Tears shone in her eyes but there were also hints of courage. He placed the head of his cock at her entranced and slowly pushed in.

Tight, wet heat enveloped his dick. He fought back the urge to close his eyes and bottom out inside her when he saw the look of pain spread across her face. He pushed another inch into her and she gasped.

“Hermione, it won’t hurt so badly if I go a little faster. Can you handle that?” She studied his face, watching him closely. Then, she nodded her head, finding new courage.

He broke through her hymen with a loud grunt, reveling in the deep hiss of pain and pleasure that issued from her throat. He held his cock in place for a matter of earth-shattering seconds before slowly pulling it out. She moaned loudly as he thrust back inside her, arching off the bed as he began to rhythmically work himself in and out of her slowly, then slightly faster as she grabbed his arms, clearly enjoying what was happening.

“Draco, please, don’t stop,” she begged him. Hearing Hermione plead drove him crazier and he began to go harder and faster, furiously riding her.
“Yes!” She groaned out, embedding her fingers in his back and pushing him into her chest. This position made him hit an entirely different spot in her body, causing her to see stars. There was a hard glint in his eyes as she looked into them, his hair swinging in front of his face.

“If you keep screaming like that, Weasley will hear you.” She glared at him, her face scrunching up.

“Let him,” she challenged, and then she was kissing him, her mouth searing hot against his lips, her own lips moist and her skin slicked with sweat. They rolled their tongues against each others’, mimicking the way their bodies were rocking. Draco could feel the tightening of his body, knowing that any moment now he might come. Hermione was clinging to him, her legs now wrapped around his hips. She felt his thrusts becoming erratic, so she held him tighter, rocking against him.

With a cry, he came, shooting deep inside her body. He spasmed inside her and then feel on her chest, breathing deeply. She dropped her legs from his back but continued to hold him with her arms. He grinned against her sweaty neck, kissing the skin there gently.

They fell asleep in Draco’s bed that night, not knowing they would awaken to a full fledged war. They couldn’t foresee that their time together would be the only distraction they would have in the new world that was dawning, or that the Order would need a spy and Draco Malfoy would be able to fit that bill, the spoiled, power hungry child of fallen Death Eaters, trying to regain the position and power he once had.

They couldn’t foresee how they would fall in love.

*

Hermione watched Malfoy from across the room. He didn’t move, the silence deafening. Finally, Hermione spoke.

“So how was Pansy?” If Draco caught the anger and hurt in her voice he didn’t show it, only scoffing at her.

“Well, I can tell you that she does whatever I want her too,” he walked over to the couch and leaned down to her ear. “Whatever I want her too.” Hermione made a motion as if to brush him off.

“Bugger off Malfoy, you’re such a pig.”

He smiled at her attempt to be crude. “Rather a pig then a whore.”

“Well, I’ll never be your whore and thank Merlin for small miracles.” Hermione stood from the couch and went to move around Malfoy, who was now blocking her, refusing to move out of her way. She sighed, closing her eyes tightly. “Get out of my way,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Why were you awake Granger?” She opened her eyes to see him casually leaning against the arm of the chair, obviously having no intention of leaving, as he smirked at her. “Waiting up for me?”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I was hungry, not that I have to justify anything to you,” he scoffed, as that was exactly what she was doing. “Now move!” She went to shove past him but he grabbed her instead, holding onto her arms.

Hermione tried to struggle, but he just held her tighter. “Malfoy, let me go!”

“Does this remind you of anything?” He asked, his eyes burning into hers like they used too. For the first time in months, she saw the look they used to get back before everything went bad. She wondered why he was looking at her like this, and why he wouldn’t let go. It seemed the past few months were being up heaved around her.

“No, now let me go so I can go back to bed,” she said, hoping her voice was coming out strong and determined. She knew she had failed when she saw Draco’s smirk.

“We both know you have trouble sleeping alone. Let me come up with you. What about that?” Hermione stopped struggling and just stared at him, a perplexed look on her face as her eyebrows creased the skin of her forehead. Then, she snorted.

“Yeah, right Malfoy. Nice try. Like I’d want to do that. Why don’t you run back to Pansy if you want another shag? You wouldn’t want to get her mad.”
“If that’s you’re only argument, then it’s a good thing that I don’t give a damn about Pansy.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “God, Malfoy. Could you possibly by more predictable? Now let me go.” Draco tightened his grip on her arms, the need to feel her flesh under his hands.

“You know, you’re predictable as well. All this ‘let me go’ shite when all you really want is for me to hold you,” he placed his mouth next to hear to whisper, running his fingertips along her arms. “You know you want me to hold you, to stroke you, to fuck you like I used to.” He licked around the shell of her ear and she gasped. “You know you want nothing more then for me to lay you down on that couch and pound you so hard.” He stroked her back, pulling her closer to him and rubbing against her, and everything seemed to stop. She forgot about time and space, and just felt him. All the memories from the past few months, of pain and betrayal, escaped her head and she forgot how alone he had made her feel. She sighed into his touch, longing to be filled, wanting nothing but that which he promised her, when she felt his erection rubbing against her thighs. It made her realize where she was and, with an angry hiss, she pushed him away from her.

“You listen to me, Malfoy. I helped you. I helped you when no one else would. I helped you to not feel so alone. I gave you something irreplaceable. I,” she choked on her words, but knew she had to get them out. “I loved you and thought you loved me as well. And then you threw it all in my face! You slapped me with all of it. I’m so sick of all of it!” She pushed Draco in the chest. “I’m sick of how you think you can use people and do whatever you want and not owe the world anything!” She pushed him harder this time, his anger to beginning to rise as well. “You need to realize all of us made certain sacrifices for you and as soon as you could you went back to the people who killed you’re parents and would have left you for dead!” She went to push him against, but Draco grabbed her arms and pulled her into him.

“Don’t talk about things you don’t know about!” He saw disbelief and self-righteous anger flash through her eyes and he gritted his teeth. “Yes, Granger, there are some things that even you don’t know about.” He began to shake her, tearing a shocked gasp from her throat. “You don’t know what it’s been like for me, pretending,” he trailed off, seeming to realize what he was about to say. Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she looked at him suspiciously.

“And just what do you mean by ‘pretending’?”

“It’s nothing. Go to bed Granger,” he snarled, clear dismissal in his voice.

“Well, then next time don’t yell at me if I accuse you of things I don’t know anything about! It’s hard to know something if no one will tell you.” He just stared at her and didn’t move or say a word. Finally, she sighed, rolling her eyes. “You know, you started this. What did you mean by all that?” Draco let go of her, flinging her arms to the side.

“It doesn’t concern you, now leave it be! Go back to bed.” Draco went to turn away from her but Hermione grabbed his arm, unable to remember the last time he had stepped down from a challenge.

“Malfoy, what is going on?”

"Fine I’ll tell you!” He shouted as he flung her arm off him, pointing his finger at her. “You want to know, huh? Have to know everything? You won’t like what you’re about to hear, just remember that later, it’ll make you think twice about your golden boy Potter, so blame yourself later, because you must know everything!” Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Ever since the Dark Lord fell and Hogwarts reopened, I have been working as a sort of spy for the Order, getting back in with the Slytherins to see if any of their parents who got away were thinking of continuing with Voldemort’s work. It made sense for me to be the one to do it, being the only person in the Order that still had connections to the Death Eaters,” here, Draco held onto his hair, holding it close to his scalp. “They didn’t believe me at first. I’ve never been the most sincere of that bunch, but then again, Slytherins aren’t meant to be sincere. They gave me tests. They made me. ,” he swallowed and rubbed his eyes. “They made me torture some Muggles. And they Crucioed me, but I think that was more for their own sick pleasure then anything else. In a sense, I became the new Snape. But the worst, the worst,” he paused, shuddering. “Was Pansy. She hung off me like a wet rag. And I had to take her back into my bed, as was expected. I had to take her filthy, dirty, used body back after having you, the cleanest, purest woman I had ever touched.” He looked up to find Hermione staring, her eyes horror-stricken and wide, and he sighed. “Potter thought it better to keep the people who knew down to a minimum so as not to risk exposure, for all our sakes. So him, Weasley -,”

“Wait.” Hermione interrupted. “Ron knew? And I didn’t?” Malfoy shrugged.

“Apparently, you’re a liability. Somehow Potter knew about our relationship and thought if you knew it would be harder for all of us. He only told Weasley so he wouldn’t kill me.” Anger was rolling off Hermione in palpable waves and Draco knew that Harry Potter was in for it. “Hermione, you can’t let Potter know that you know.” Hermione’s eyes flashed an even darker amber color as heat and rage filled her eyes.

“And why not, Malfoy? You can’t control me.” She growled at him. Draco just shook his head.

“Because if Potter knows you know, then he’ll know I told you. I can’t be seen as being untrustworthy.”

“Well, maybe you are! If you could keep this from me, the woman you supposedly loved, then maybe no one should trust you.”

Draco lovingly stroked her arms. “You’re probably right; no one should trust me. But it was for your own good.”

Hermione groaned, pushing his hands off and walking past him. “I’m sick of people forcing me into situations because they think it’s for my own good! I was in the Final Battle and held my own. I can keep a bloody little secret!” She screamed at the wall as he sighed.

“You said it yourself. We all have to make sacrifices,” he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. “And this was our sacrifice.”

Hermione sighed, letting herself be held in arms, relishing the strength and security they were offering. “Draco.” He smiled against her hair, holding her tighter, resting his chin on her shoulder. She felt comfortable and content, safe for the first time in a long time.

“That’s the first time you’ve said my name in months. I’ve missed hearing you say it, the way your voice caresses it.” Hermione slowly turned in his arms, reaching her own around his waist as well. She was losing herself in his eyes, seeing love reflected there for the first time in months. He ran a hand down her cheek and she smiled, a lone tear falling from her eye.

“Don’t cry, Hermione. I –,”

“Don’t deserve my tears,” she whispered against his skin.

“You’ve been taught well.”

“I had a good teacher.” She leaned up to kiss him, but he stopped.

“Hermione, don’t -,” she sighed.

“I know. You have to be with Pansy and pretend to hate me and I’ll just have to deal with that. I won’t enjoy it, in fact I imagine I’ll hate every minute of it, but if you promise to come back here, to me, every night, I may be able to bare it,” she gazed at him with a gentle smile.

“You do understand what you’re asking me to do right? You’re asking me to cheat on you while I use you to cheat on the girl I’m cheating on you with. "

Hermione nodded, biting her lip in amusement as he tried to figure it out. “Okay, just making sure we’re on the same page. Well, let’s get started than.” He moved in to kiss her but she pushed him away. “Getting cold feet about me using you, hm?” He tried to be humorous, raising his damn eyebrow at her.

“You smell like her,” she whispered in a soft, vulnerable voice. His heart clenched tightly and he sighed. Why hadn’t he thought of that?

“Scourgify,” he cast, instantly becoming transformed. His hair took on the shine it was known for and his sweat evaporated from his skin. Also, he noticed smugly, the pug-faced bitch’s sweat disappeared as well. Even his clothes righted themselves; his shirt de-wrinkling and tucking itself back in. He smirked and struck a pose. “So how ravishing do I look?” She looked him over with sober eyes and the humor fell from his body. “Hermione, what’s wrong?”

“Draco, you’re going to think I’m silly, but do you suppose,” she paused, sighing. “Do you suppose you could take a shower so I know for sure?”
A flutter of annoyance surged up inside him, but he quickly tampered it down. This was for Hermione and one look at her showed that she needed the reassurance. Her eyes radiated a loneliness that broke his heart, because he knew that his eyes had once held that same look. It made him want to grant her every wish.

He nodded, running a hand through his clean hair. “Alright, love. I’ll go clean up.” He wanted to kiss her, but just turned around and trudged up the stairs to the bathroom. Hermione knew he probably thought she was being foolish, but she also knew that every time he would come back to her, she would ask him to shower.

And every time he returned from an Order mission, or Pansy’s bed, he would need to take solace in her skin.

She heard the shower turn on and a faint smiled touched her lips. She walked up the stairs to Draco’s room to wait for him.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Draco was waiting for the water to warm as he undressed. He looked at himself in the mirror and almost hated what he saw.
He hated how he was being used. First, his father, then Potter, which lead to being used by the Slytherins and finally Pansy using him. They had all taken from him. And then the one who had never taken anything from him was the only one he’d ever taken from. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She had taken, and kept, his heart.

He climbed into the shower and hastily, yet thoroughly, cleaned himself. He soaped himself and hair, then ran his soap around his cock. If anything, she wanted that part to be especially clean and he would make it so.

When he finally felt clean enough for her, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a fluffy hunter green towel Hermione had given him around his waist after haphazardly drying off. He opened the door to his room unaware of what would greet him.

Hermione was lying on his bed, naked and on her back with his eyes closed. At the sound of the door closing, she opened her eyes and rolled over to look at him, a mischievous grin stretched across her face. “I missed you.”

Draco smiled and began walking towards the bed. “I could tell.” He dropped his towel as he moved, letting it lay where it fell, his cock stiffening with every step. Hermione couldn’t help dropping her hungry gaze to his cock, her eyebrows rising and cheeks flushing. She smirked and he climbed into the bed, his body moving sinuously across the covers. He noticed her smirk and gave her one of his own. They were perfect replicas of each other as they lay on the bed. “I believe that smirk is mine. I want it back.” He ran a hand up her side and she groaned, laying on her back again and stretching her arms over her head. She fixed him with a ravenous stare.

“Come here and take it back,” his lips crashed against hers, rough and soft at the same time, moaning into her mouth. Their tongues raked against each other, Draco climbing on top of her. She felt his dick on her stomach, moaning at how smooth and hard he felt. As the same time, he was feeling overcome by how she felt. Her skin was as soft as it ever was, smooth and blemish free. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, their hardened peaks drawing his attention. He broke the kiss, then bent his head and began lavishing attention on her breasts.
He took one nipple into his mouth, using his left hand to manipulate her other breast. He took two fingers and squeezed the nub of her breast, rolling it back and forth. She let out a scream as he squeezed and pulled, leaving behind a pain that transformed to pleasure. He lifted his head and then attached his mouth to the other nipple he’d been using his hand on. He ran his tongue over the hardened nipple, soothing out the pain with his experienced tongue. She moaned, writhing underneath him. A delightful flush was creeping up her skin, turning her olive skin a dark red. He smirked, reveling in the fact that she was receiving this pleasure at his hands.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice husky and needful. She raised her hips up against his. “I need you, now.”

A lock of hair shadowed his eyes as he looked down at her. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”

She growled, fixing him with an icy glare. “Damn it, you know what I need!”

“And what if I don’t, Hermione?” He asked her, kissing her neck. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

She glared at him, a passionate fury in her eyes. “Damn it. Fuck me!”

He gave her a truly genuine smile before positioning himself firmly between her thighs. She spread her legs as far as they could go for him, the head of his penis poking against her opening. He braced himself, placing his hands on either side of her head. He looked into her eyes, his smile changing into a smirk.

“With pleasure,” he groaned, pushing into her tight, wet opening. They threw their heads back as Draco bottomed out. He held himself in Hermione, enjoying the way her muscles clenched at him. He didn’t want to move, the pleasure he felt at being inside her again, finally, was just too much. He wanted to relish in this feeling for as long as he could. Hermione, however, was having other thoughts. She began to rock her hips against his, trying to get friction. “Impatient, are we?” Draco asked, chuckling.

“Please, Draco, I need you,” she whispered to him in the voice that always made him melt, a lustful desperation shining in her eyes. “Please, it’s been too long.” Her face was stricken with desire and he couldn’t help but give in to her beautiful, breathy demands.

”Yes,” he hissed out, as he slowly began thrusting in and out of her. They both moaned, low and deep. She continued to rock her hips against his, finding a steady rhythm they both enjoyed.

“More,” she cried out in a strangled voice. She was coming completely undone and he knew it. He loved the power his body could hold over her. The soft whispers, the startled gasps, the choked out words, the fine trembling that worked themselves out from her center and ran through her body; all of it. He ate it up, knowing that he was the only one who could do this to her. Him and no one else. Not Weasel, not Saint Potter, and not any other wizard, or Muggle for that matter. He was the only one she writhed for, moaned for.

And in that moment, he truly understood what he had done, and what he was going to continue to do to her.

“Hermione,” he managed to moan out, “are you sure you want this? It’s going to mean watching me be with, and knowing I’m sleeping with, Pansy.” He had stopped moving, and tucked a strand of wayward hair behind her ear.

“Draco, a time ago, I accepted all of you, even though your skin carried the Mark that stands for the enslavement and death of people like me,” she stared into his icy blue eyes, tears threatening to spill. “We all have to make our sacrifices. This is your, and mine, burden to bear.”

His heart softened and he kissed her, picking up their rhythm once again. She cried out, gasping at his sudden movement, clutching tightly to his arms. She turned her head to the left, staring at his Dark Mark. She caught his eye and, while staring deep into their icy depths, she laid a gentle kiss on his Mark.

“Our burden.”

The one gentle gesture went immediately to his heart and then seemed to flood to his groin. His lust for her grew and he pushed harder into her. She bounced on the mattress, her fingernails grabbing at his shoulder blades now. She moved her legs around his waist, enabling him to move deeper inside her.

“Oh Gods, Hermione! He screamed, pounding her furiously as she clenched herself around him. Her eyes rolled back in her head, locking herself around him. He moved his right arm down, locking it around her knee and holding it to his body, meshing his body flush with her, making sure that he kept his Dark Mark in her line of vision.

“Come for me, love. Shudder around me,” he hissed down at her. She arched her back, scraping her nipples against his already too-close chest. The sensations they were feeling were quickly pulling them over the edge. “Come, Hermione,” Draco whispered as he tried to coax her pleasure from her.

She rocked herself harder against his pelvis, not wanting to disappoint. He moved his arm from around her leg and began to finger her clit. He rubbed her to the rhythm of their fucking. She felt the pressure building in her, knowing she was going to explode soon.

“Draco!” Searing pleasure rippled up her spine, hitting her brain and then rushing down to her toes, living every inch of her on fire. She stopped, time freezing as ecstasy washed over her. Happiness like Draco had never experienced flooded his system as he watched the woman under him revel in the pleasure he alone had given her. He knew that one day the war would be over and they could do this every day, starting a life together.

His thrusts became more rapid as Hermione came down, giving her no time to rest. “Salazar’s balls, you feel so fucking good. I’m going to come so hard, Hermione. Oh Merlin,” Draco groaned out. He picked up his pace, furiously fucking her into the mattress of his bed. Sweat rolled down his face and off his nose, landing on her. He felt himself beginning to climax and, moaning, he thrust hard into her and held himself there.

He came deep and hard inside her, covering the insides of her body. She moaned as she felt his hot seed fill her up. It had never been this good for him before; all those girls he wasted his time on. For thirty seconds, the intense shakings and shuddering of his body as he came made him forget everything: the war, his Mark, Pansy fucking Parkinson. For the first time since he’d been branded, he didn’t feel alone.

He gently collapsed on Hermione, kissing her lips before sliding off her. He carefully slid out of her, inducing a wince from her.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked with genuine concern.

She smiled kindly. “It’s a good kind of hurt,” she stretched out and then closed her eyes. “I’m sleeping here tonight.”

“That’s probably a good thing,” when he saw her getting comfortable he smirked. “Besides, you probably can’t even walk to your room after that amazing display of sexual prowess I just showed.” She didn’t even bother opening her eyes; she just tiredly reached over an arm and smacked him. He smiled and then grabbed his wand that was on his nightstand, cleaning them both off and the bed. He lay back down and rolled onto his side, smiling when he saw that she was asleep. He smiled, shaking his head and burrowing down into his bed, getting comfortable.

“I love you,” he said, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

The morning found them still asleep and on their sides, Draco’s arms wrapped protectively around Hermione. His Dark Mark seemed to glow in the sunlight.

A/N: Please review on this one. I really want feedback for this, it's my baby. Thinking about a sequal.