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This is my first fan-fic. Be gentle with the criticism.
Title: The Secret
Author: girlglowstoxic Jazzmine
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Warnings: Tiny spoiler from book 6.
Disclaimer: I dont own HP, but if I did....*goes off into a daydream*
Summary: Hermione and Draco keep a secret in the midst of the war.
It began small. Eyeing one another from across the room. It then moved to grazing one anothers hands in passing, talking to one another more then needed, overall drawing out the time they had together, stalling in hopes that they wouldnt have to leave each other.
Then it got bigger.
She sneaked into his room at night when everyone else was sound asleep.
Peeling off their clothes in silence. Impaling herself on his massive cock. Losing themselves in each other. The sun would come up and they would still be locked togerher, stifling their moans with each others kisses.
Sometimes, she would find him all alone in one of the many rooms of the house and go down on him.
They had their secrets. Some secrets to big to really share.
The carnal urges they had were their biggest secrets. In a room full of people their eyes would meet and share some secret that only they could fathom.
The others didnt notice, they were simply happy the two had finally found something that wasnt filled with the darkness that surrounded them all.
He reveled in their late night rendevous. This was the time when he felt alive. When he felt something more then death waiting for him when he left her.
It was hard not to rush at her in the crowded room of their mutual friends. It was hard not to proclam the secret he wanted everyone to know. It was even harder to leave, wondering if she would be alive when he got back.
She was feeling a range of emotions that she'd never expierenced before. What they had was perfect and she didnt want to ruin it by voicing her emotions. Maybe in due time he might have the feeling and say it for the both of them.
It was hard to stay here at Grimmauld Place planning out strategies for the war while he went out and put her plans into action. It was more overwhelming then the war itself. One mistake and he would be gone forever. Gone from finding her alone in her room at night. Gone from bringing her into ecstacy. Gone from everything.
Then one night it happened. He came to the house, drenched in blood, his white blonde hair barely recognizebale as it too had been covered in the dark red liquid. Harry was behind him, clinging to his arm, what was left of it. Then Remus came flanked by Tonks, holding up a barely alive Ron.
Her heart leapt as Harry declared it was over. declared that the Dark Lord had been defeated, the loss of Sirius, Dumbledore, Molly. Fred, Ginny, McGonagall and countless others had finally meant something. The war was over. It was really over.
He left the celebration early, climbing the stairs with a slight limp and into the room that he occupied. It had once been Blaises too....he tried not to remember. She had helped mend Rons broken legs and restored Harrys arm and felt that no one would miss her.
She silently descende the stairs, confused at the emotions she was feeling. They would no longer have to keep the secret. no longer sneak around, wondering if it would be their last night together.
she opened the door silently. He was still covered in blood. Unable to wash it off for reasons only he knew.
He'd disrobed, sitting naked on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, lost in his thoughts. She kneeled down before him, searching for something in his eyes.
He looked up at her, the tears from hours before had made clear paths through the blood still plastered on his pale white face.
"Was it worth it?" he asked, taking a draw off the cigarette she hadnt noticed before.
"Of course it was worth it. We can be together now, if thats what you want..." she whispered, trailing off. She couldnt help it, She had to voice her feelings. It was now or never.
"its all i've ever wanted. all i've looked forward too...but" and then he fell backwards, the cigarette dropping onto the floor, he felt lost. He though he couldnt be brought out of the nightmare.
Raiding Malfoy manor, slaughtering his father, slitting his mothers throat...he closed his eyes as her hands touched his skin. But her touch made him forget the nightmare, her touch could always make him forget the worse of everything. he couldnt think of anything else but shagging her sensless at this moment.
She wondered if he wasnt in the mood but as she looked down at his hardening cock, she knew the answer. She knew what he wanted. After he came out of darkness, after he fought a battle, he wanted to fuck. Hard and fast.
Like a serpent, he snaked his hands out and pulled her down on the bed. No foreplay, no tender moments.
She started to reach down to pull down her underwear when she realized he'd already done it. He took moved her hair out of her face, positioned himself at her entrance, and slammed himself into her. Her head jerked back as he threw her hands over her head and slammed into her again. He didnt care who heard, he didnt care how loud either one of them screamed, all he wanted was to be inside her, buried to the hilt. He watched her face contort every which way and thought how beautiful it was. He fucked her hard, entwining one of his hands in her hair and over her mouth. He felt dominant. She looked into his eyes and moaned in her throat. He almost lost control. But he had to wait for her. She scratched her nails down his back and he let out a hiss. He moved his hand and smashed his mouth into hers, stifling her moans with his lips. He felt her convulse around him and he let go, coming inside her. Normally, he would move beside her but tonight seemed different. He lifted her head with his hand and still inside her, rolled over so she was on top of him.
They lay there breathless, collecting their thougts as they both had something to say.
"Draco..." she began, but he cut her off.
"Marry me Hermione."
She thought she hadnt heard him right, so she raised up and looked in his eyes. For once he looked frightened.
"I wanted to ask you that for the longest time. But I didnt want the burden of wondering if this was the last time I would ever see you." he continued, his speech rehearsed.
She didnt care his hair was matted with blood, or that he smelled like smoke. She didnt care what Lupin had told her about him entering Malfoy Manor alone and coming out drenched in blood. She knew that she could make him happy. She knew that everything was going to be alright because they didnt have to live in fear that Voldemort or a Death Eater was going to burst through the door any second and kill them.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, muttering a spell to clean off the blood. She had mastered wandless magic a few months earlier.
"You know the answer is yes." she whispered.
A light she had never seen before came into his eyes and they kissed. They both knew that whatever the future held, there would be no secrets.
Title: The Secret
Author: girlglowstoxic Jazzmine
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Warnings: Tiny spoiler from book 6.
Disclaimer: I dont own HP, but if I did....*goes off into a daydream*
Summary: Hermione and Draco keep a secret in the midst of the war.
It began small. Eyeing one another from across the room. It then moved to grazing one anothers hands in passing, talking to one another more then needed, overall drawing out the time they had together, stalling in hopes that they wouldnt have to leave each other.
Then it got bigger.
She sneaked into his room at night when everyone else was sound asleep.
Peeling off their clothes in silence. Impaling herself on his massive cock. Losing themselves in each other. The sun would come up and they would still be locked togerher, stifling their moans with each others kisses.
Sometimes, she would find him all alone in one of the many rooms of the house and go down on him.
They had their secrets. Some secrets to big to really share.
The carnal urges they had were their biggest secrets. In a room full of people their eyes would meet and share some secret that only they could fathom.
The others didnt notice, they were simply happy the two had finally found something that wasnt filled with the darkness that surrounded them all.
He reveled in their late night rendevous. This was the time when he felt alive. When he felt something more then death waiting for him when he left her.
It was hard not to rush at her in the crowded room of their mutual friends. It was hard not to proclam the secret he wanted everyone to know. It was even harder to leave, wondering if she would be alive when he got back.
She was feeling a range of emotions that she'd never expierenced before. What they had was perfect and she didnt want to ruin it by voicing her emotions. Maybe in due time he might have the feeling and say it for the both of them.
It was hard to stay here at Grimmauld Place planning out strategies for the war while he went out and put her plans into action. It was more overwhelming then the war itself. One mistake and he would be gone forever. Gone from finding her alone in her room at night. Gone from bringing her into ecstacy. Gone from everything.
Then one night it happened. He came to the house, drenched in blood, his white blonde hair barely recognizebale as it too had been covered in the dark red liquid. Harry was behind him, clinging to his arm, what was left of it. Then Remus came flanked by Tonks, holding up a barely alive Ron.
Her heart leapt as Harry declared it was over. declared that the Dark Lord had been defeated, the loss of Sirius, Dumbledore, Molly. Fred, Ginny, McGonagall and countless others had finally meant something. The war was over. It was really over.
He left the celebration early, climbing the stairs with a slight limp and into the room that he occupied. It had once been Blaises too....he tried not to remember. She had helped mend Rons broken legs and restored Harrys arm and felt that no one would miss her.
She silently descende the stairs, confused at the emotions she was feeling. They would no longer have to keep the secret. no longer sneak around, wondering if it would be their last night together.
she opened the door silently. He was still covered in blood. Unable to wash it off for reasons only he knew.
He'd disrobed, sitting naked on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, lost in his thoughts. She kneeled down before him, searching for something in his eyes.
He looked up at her, the tears from hours before had made clear paths through the blood still plastered on his pale white face.
"Was it worth it?" he asked, taking a draw off the cigarette she hadnt noticed before.
"Of course it was worth it. We can be together now, if thats what you want..." she whispered, trailing off. She couldnt help it, She had to voice her feelings. It was now or never.
"its all i've ever wanted. all i've looked forward too...but" and then he fell backwards, the cigarette dropping onto the floor, he felt lost. He though he couldnt be brought out of the nightmare.
Raiding Malfoy manor, slaughtering his father, slitting his mothers throat...he closed his eyes as her hands touched his skin. But her touch made him forget the nightmare, her touch could always make him forget the worse of everything. he couldnt think of anything else but shagging her sensless at this moment.
She wondered if he wasnt in the mood but as she looked down at his hardening cock, she knew the answer. She knew what he wanted. After he came out of darkness, after he fought a battle, he wanted to fuck. Hard and fast.
Like a serpent, he snaked his hands out and pulled her down on the bed. No foreplay, no tender moments.
She started to reach down to pull down her underwear when she realized he'd already done it. He took moved her hair out of her face, positioned himself at her entrance, and slammed himself into her. Her head jerked back as he threw her hands over her head and slammed into her again. He didnt care who heard, he didnt care how loud either one of them screamed, all he wanted was to be inside her, buried to the hilt. He watched her face contort every which way and thought how beautiful it was. He fucked her hard, entwining one of his hands in her hair and over her mouth. He felt dominant. She looked into his eyes and moaned in her throat. He almost lost control. But he had to wait for her. She scratched her nails down his back and he let out a hiss. He moved his hand and smashed his mouth into hers, stifling her moans with his lips. He felt her convulse around him and he let go, coming inside her. Normally, he would move beside her but tonight seemed different. He lifted her head with his hand and still inside her, rolled over so she was on top of him.
They lay there breathless, collecting their thougts as they both had something to say.
"Draco..." she began, but he cut her off.
"Marry me Hermione."
She thought she hadnt heard him right, so she raised up and looked in his eyes. For once he looked frightened.
"I wanted to ask you that for the longest time. But I didnt want the burden of wondering if this was the last time I would ever see you." he continued, his speech rehearsed.
She didnt care his hair was matted with blood, or that he smelled like smoke. She didnt care what Lupin had told her about him entering Malfoy Manor alone and coming out drenched in blood. She knew that she could make him happy. She knew that everything was going to be alright because they didnt have to live in fear that Voldemort or a Death Eater was going to burst through the door any second and kill them.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, muttering a spell to clean off the blood. She had mastered wandless magic a few months earlier.
"You know the answer is yes." she whispered.
A light she had never seen before came into his eyes and they kissed. They both knew that whatever the future held, there would be no secrets.