Lonely As I Am

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Author’s Note: This story takes place the New Years Eve after the final battle with Voldemort. It is rated R/NC17/Mature for a REASON. It contains explicit sex. If you are under age or do not like this stuff, DON’T READ IT! For everyone else, ENJOY!

Lonely As I

Hermione was sitting in the kitchen of #12 Grimmauld Place, sipping a Fire-whiskey. This was her third one

tonight. Harry and Ginny had already retired for the night as had Kreacher. Hermione didn’t care. She was used

to being alone after the circumstances of the previous months. Her mind wandered back to the night of Harry’s

18th birthday party. She had finally decided to take the next step with Ronald and had planned an entire

romantic evening for the two of them.

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It still hurt to remember what happened that night. She’d gone up to Ron and Harry’s room to surprise Ronald but

was instead the one to get a surprise. Hearing strange sounds coming from the room, she opened the door to

discover Ron tied to the bed, completely naked, cuffs around his wrists and ankles. What shocked her even more

was to see Lavender Brown standing over him in a Dominatrix costume, holding a whip in one hand. That was the

night she discovered Ron was a submissive. Talk about revolting, she wanted a man who wanted to take charge of

their lovemaking, not someone who wanted to be tied up and abused.

She never told anyone what she saw there that night, the humiliation being too much. She left the following

morning for Australia to find her parents. If they didn’t want to leave Australia, then she would move there and

be with them. Other than her best friends Harry and Ginny, England held nothing of value for her anymore.

Her arrival in Australia was met with tragedy when the Australian authorities informed her that John and Jean

Granger died in a plane crash on their way to Australia two days after she obliviated them. Sick at heart, she

returned to England where Harry offered her a home at #12 Grimmauld Place. Nothing was the same anymore. The man

she’d loved with her whole heart was unable to return her love, and her parents who she loved beyond anything

were gone. It was as though Hermione Jean Granger no longer existed. The holidays were especially hard. She was

used to an intimate family Christmas celebration with her parents at their home in London and then another,

slightly rowdier one at the Burrow with the Weasleys. This year though, she had not gone to the burrow for

Christmas, preferring to remain at Grimmauld Place where the memories weren’t quite so painful.

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Her thoughts were interrupted by a sound at the back door. She peered out the window of the door, looking for

what had made the noise, but the blinding whiteness of the snow made it impossible to see anything. Carefully,

her wand at the ready, she opened the door. Shock suffused her features as she made out a lanky white-haired man

curled up shivering on the doorstep. What was Draco Malfoy doing on the back doorstep of #12 Grimmauld Place?

Even though it was no longer under the Fidelus charm, they rarely ever had visitors who were not previously

invited by Harry. Feeling the burning chill of the wintery storm, she grasped the shivering form and dragged him

into the heated interior. Forcing the door shut against the raging storm, she turned back to the grey-eyed

menace from her childhood.

“Draco Malfoy, what the hell are you doing here?” She demanded, casting a warming charm on him. He was dressed

in a hideous muggle combination of Lime green sweater that clashed horribly with his complexion and dark red

sweat pants. She’d never seen him so ill kept before.

“S-s-shor-ry.” He slurred. “I l-l-lost m-my j-jacknet.” He struggled to stand up and she could smell the sour

stench of alcohol as he spoke. She reared back a bit from the odor as she helped him into a chair. He looked

like he was having a bad holiday too. She turned to the stove and poured a cup of tea the muggle way, sliding it

in front of him. He looked at it, and reached across the table for the bottle of fire-whiskey, adding a liberal

helping of it to the tea. He took a sip and looked at her. “Hermione Granger?”

Hermione turned to look at him, eyes raking his stubbled face. Man, the rugged look sure was good on him, she

thought. She shook her head. What was she doing ogling Draco Malfoy of all people? She slipped into her chair

and poured another glass of fire-whiskey for herself. “You mind telling me what you are doing wandering around

here in that hideous muggle outfit?” She inquired.

Draco hung his head. “Monthrun.” He mumbled. Hermione blinked. “What? I didn’t understand that.” Draco eyed the

woman who’d secretly haunted his dreams since he was fourteen. “I’m on the run.” He replied in a whisper,

looking furtively around the room as though someone would jump out at him any minute.

“What do you mean you’re on the run? What did you do, kill more Mudbloods?” Hermione sneered. It would figure

that he was fleeing from something.

Draco shook his head.

“N-no.” He slurred his words, adding another helping of the fire-whiskey to his tea. Hermione took the bottle

and pulled it out of his reach.

“Death Eaters. T-they came to d-dad’s Yule Party, they killed everyone. “M-mom, D-dad, everyone dead. T-they

blamed us for Voldemort’s defeat. Said we had to pay. I fled. Tried to disappear into muggle London. Been

hitting all the bars, hoping they w’dn’t think ta look for me there. They caught up with me and I ran. Left m’

coat b-hind. Ran into a muggle guy on the street. He said ta come here. Said ‘is cousin lived here and would

protect me. Said ‘is name was Dudley-the man, not the cousin. D’n’t say what ‘is cousin’s name was though.”

Draco stammered out his story, his body shivering from the exposure to the cold and wet.

Hermione transfigured the tablecloth into a blanket and wrapped it around him, grabbing a couple of fresh

bottles of fire-whiskey and guiding him to the living room where the fire place was blazing. She sat him on the

rug in front of the fire and sat next to him. She chose not to see him as the bully from the past and instead as

a wizard who needed help. He seemed to have changed a lot in the past few months.

Hermione handed him a bottle of fire-whiskey which he took gratefully; she eyed him carefully. “Do you know

whose house this is?” She asked. He looked around. The décor was much different from before, the room awash in

reds and gold and cream. “The Gryffindor Common Room?” He joked. Hermione burst out laughing and a shudder

rippled through him upon hearing her golden tones ring out. He could feel himself stirring and shifted

uncomfortably. Hermione smiled at him. “I never knew you had a sense of humor, Malfoy.” She shook her head.

“This is 12 Grimmauld Place. I don’t know if the death eaters ever mentioned it or not. It used to belong to

Sirius Black.” The little color in his face drained out as she said this. “Harry owns it now. I’m sure if you

treat him nicely he would be willing to let you stay for a bit.”

Draco didn’t respond, just lifted the bottle of fire-whiskey and took a deep swig. “Why are you here Hermione?

I’d’ve thought you’d be celebrating the holidays with the Weasleys.” He asked, curiosity eating at him. She was

stunning in the forest green sweater and black slacks. He could feel himself growing hard just looking at her.

Seems his crush was still there. Hermione threw back another drink. “The git-let’s just say Lavender deserves

him.” She didn’t want to relive the humiliating scene again.

“My P-parents died and I don’t feel comfortable staying at the Weasleys’ since I’m no longer with Ron, so

H-Harry let me stay here with him and Ginny.” She mumbled, tears running down her face. Why was she telling him

this? This was Malfoy of all people, the person who’d been a pain in her ass for as long as she’d been at

Hogwarts. She gasped when he reached out and wiped away her tears with a gentle thumb. “Don’t cry Hermione.” He

whispered, his hand stroking her cheek. Hermione jumped at the gentle touch. It had been so long since someone

touched her.

“Why are you doing this? You always hated me. C-called me a Mudblood. Why are you being so nice?” She was

confused. This wasn’t the Draco she knew. “Dunno. Maybe it’s the whiskey. Maybe it’s the fact that now I don’t

have to be afraid of what will happen if I like you. I always did you know. A-at least starting in about fourth

year on. You were so hot in your dress robes at the Yule Ball. If I hadn’t been so afraid of Krum and what my

father would do to both of us if I were to show any interest in you, I might’ve asked you to dance. Feel what

you do to me.” He said boldly, bringing her hand down to his lap so she could feel his erection through his

sweatpants. Hermione’s eyes widened. For some unexplainable reason, the thought that he was attracted to her was

a real turn on. She felt her nipples tightening beneath her sweater as she felt the rigid hardness of his

arousal.

“One of is thinking about sex.” She gasped as his hands brushed across her sensitive nipples through the soft

material of her clothing. “O.K., now it’s two.” She muttered, her hands travelling up to wrap around his neck.

Suddenly desperate to feel again, she pulled him to her.

Draco moaned as her hot lips touched his. He ran his tongue across her lips and darted in to taste her as she

parted them. She tasted of fire-whiskey and chocolate. A heady combination. He pulled her closer, devouring her

mouth.

Hermione clung to him, reveling in the decadent sensations coursing through her. Even Ron had never kissed her

with such desperation, such longing. She could feel the hard rigidness of his cock pressed against her abdomen

and just the light pressure sent molten rivers of desire to pool in her core. She could feel the moisture

forming at the apex of her thighs. His lips broke from hers and he began to press hot kisses along her cheeks

and down the column of her throat. His hands were skimming the base of her sweater, inching their way beneath.

She slid her hands up the back of his sweater, feeling the muscles hidden beneath the ugly sweater.

Draco shivered as she pulled the sweater from his body. It wasn’t from cold, but from the feel of her nails

grating gently across his skin. “Merlin Hermione, you can’t imagine how long I’ve imagined this. I never thought

it would ever happen. My father would have killed you and disowned me if he’d ever known I even harbored the

slightest interest in you.”

He pulled back a bit and looked down at her face. “I’m so sorry for how I treated you at Hogwarts. I was afraid

of what Father would do. He had such an insane hatred of muggles and muggleborns.” He gasped as Hermione grabbed

the front of his sweatpants and dragged him back to her.

“Apology accepted. Less talk, more action.” She demanded, pressing her now shirtless body to his. He shuddered

at the silk bra scraped against his chest hair. Her hands were everywhere, stroking, scraping. He shuddered at

her touch. “We both seem to have had our share of tragedy.” She murmured. “Maybe we can help each other.”

She slid her hands inside the waistband of his pants and stroked him. “Yeah.” He gasped. “Life is hard, and so

am I.” Hermione chuckled at his pun, who ever knew that the pride of Slytherin House had such a sense of humor.

He squeezed her breasts, pinching and tugging at the nipples with his fingertips before bending to take one into

his mouth. Hermione let out a shocked squeal and tangled her fingers in his hair. Ron had never done this to her

before. It felt so good. She moaned, clutching him tightly to her as he suckled hard upon her sensitive breasts.

“Oh, Merlin Draco, don’t stop!” Draco smiled and pressed a kiss to the tip of the nipple before turning his

attention to its twin. His free hand slid southward and beneath the band of her slacks as he stroked her through

her knickers.

She was so wet. He groaned just thinking about it and wriggled his fingers inside her knickers to find her nub.

When he squeezed her clitoris between his fingers she squealed and arced into him, grinding her body against his

hand. He carefully slid one long white finger into her lovebox and began fingering her.

Hermione wiggled and groaned. She wasn’t sure what was more erotic, his mouth suckling her like a babe or his

hand doing sinful things inside her knickers. She moaned as his mouth left her breast and the cool air rushed

over it. He inserted another finger as he tried to unfasten her pants. She could feel herself climbing, reaching

for something, waves of ecstasy breaking over her. Draco’s thumb pressed her clit and she came on his hand as

she screamed his name. Finally she drifted back to earth, and found him still struggling with the unfamiliar

catch on the pants. She batted his hands out of the way and stripped off the pants and knickers in one pull. She

reached for his pants and dragged them to his knees, startled to see that he was knickers-free beneath them. “I

want to feel you inside me.” She begged as she stroked his cock. He was hard and warm. His girth not too long

but thick and full. He swept her up and laid her on the sofa, pressing her into the soft cushions with the

weight of his body. “I promise to be gentle.” He whispered as he positioned himself at her center. Hermione

gasped as his thick penis slowly began to fill her, wincing as he brushed her hymen. Draco’s eyes widened and he

tried to pull back. “No, I want it to be you. It’s okay. It will only hurt for a moment.” She gasped, lifting

her hips as she tried to pull him deeper. “Don’t hate me in the morning.” He whispered as he pulled back before

thrusting forward, imbedding himself deep inside her. Tears leaked from Hermione’s eyes as she waited for the

pain to ease. As she began to relax, Draco began to slowly move inside her. “Oh!” She gasped as she was hit with

a jolt of pleasure. “Faster, please.” She begged, clutching him to her, her fingernails leaving marks in his

ass-cheeks. Draco complied, lifting her hips and pummeling into her. He could feel a tightness forming in his

sac and wanted to bring her with him when it happened. He reached between them and fingered her clit in rapid

circling motions, eliciting moans and squeals from her. Suddenly she came, clenching his cock with her hot

channel, the sensation causing him to cum as well, spurting hot seed deep inside her womb. They dozed for a bit

as they floated back to earth. Draco grasping on the floor for his fallen wand as he expanded the couch to hold

them both. A short while later, he felt her fingers stroking him again and he could feel himself hardening in

her hand. He stroked her breasts, neither feeling the need for words, just sensation.

Hermione slid down and licked the tip of his penis, tasting the salty pre-cum. Draco shuddered, and moaned, his

hips silently thrusting forward in a plea. Hermione smiled and wrapped her lips around his stiff cock slowly

working him deeper into her mouth as her tongue teased the underside of his shaft. Her fingers came up and began

to squeeze his sac as she bobbed her head up and down. “Oh. Hermione-Merlin!” Draco groaned, grabbing her hips

and pulling her carefully around so her dripping cunt was over his face. Hermione almost bit him as his hot

tongue stroked her nether lips before thrusting inside. She arched her back, grinding herself into his face as

he ate her out. She relaxed her throat and took him as deep as she could, feeling all 5 and half inches stroking

her throat. She felt his balls tighten beneath her fingers as he came, his hot seed coating her throat as she

swallowed it down. She squealed as he thrust his tongue into her pussy, simultaneously nuzzling her clit with

his nose.

Merlin she tasted good. Draco thought as she came, spraying his face with her hot juices. He lapped up all of

her nectar, holding her tightly to him until he was finished. When he was done, he kissed her hard, allowing her

to taste herself on his tongue and reveling in the taste of himself on hers. Suddenly he grinned at her and

whipped her around. “Grab the back of the sofa Hermione, mine. I am going to take you for a real ride.” He

grinned, pressing on her back to lean her forward, his hard cock pressing against her ass. She complied and he

began to fondle a breast with one hand as he slid into her moist heat. She was still throbbing from her last

orgasm. She gasped at the thickness of him and he groaned, pounding into her from behind. She could feel herself

climbing again and she screamed his name as she pulsed around him, the sensation causing him to erupt again, hot

fluid coating the insides of her womb.
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Neither noticed the swirl of red hair that turned from the door and raced upstairs, slamming the door of the

master bedroom shut behind her. “OH Merlin-I’m blind!” Ginny wailed…

A/N: Well, hope you liked it. Stay tuned as we find out what happens in the next juicy chapter.

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