YOU. ARE. MINE.
(Hermione - Age 17)
The hours ticked by, and it was well into the night by the time Hermione had finished packing her belongings. A wave of sadness washed over her at the thought of saying goodbye to Draco, but she knew she had no other choice. The prospect of never seeing him again, of never feeling the warmth of his touch or hearing the sound of his laughter, made her heart ache with a profound sense of loss. She wrestled with the decision of whether or not to tell him about her impending departure. Could she trust him? Uncertainty gnawed at her, but regardless, she yearned to spend her last night in his company. The future was uncertain, but tonight, she wanted to lose herself in the moment, to forget the looming darkness and soak up every precious second with Draco. She wanted to create a memory that would sustain her through the long, lonely days ahead, a memory of passion and connection that would forever bind them together, even if they were worlds apart.
Her bare feet made no sound as she moved down the corridor, her heart pounding in her chest. The stillness of the manor amplified the quiet rhythm of her steps, each one bringing her closer to Draco's chambers. She reached his door, her hand hovering over the ornate handle. With a deep breath, she slowly pushed it open, wincing at the faint creak of the hinges.
Inside, the room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. Draco lay sprawled across the bed, his bare chest rising and falling with each steady breath. The sheets were tangled around his hips, revealing the lean muscles of his torso. He was clearly deep in sleep, his features relaxed and unguarded.
She approached the bed, her nightgown whispering against her skin with each step. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on the peaceful expression on his face. Then, with a mix of trepidation and determination, she crawled onto the bed, careful not to disturb him.
The slight shift in the mattress caused his eyelids to flutter open. He blinked, his silver eyes clouded with confusion as they focused on her.
"Her-Granger?" he rasped, his voice rough with sleep. "Am I dreaming?" He asked as he sat up.
“Hello.” She said with a shy smile.
“Why are you here?” He asked curiously.
“I’m here…” she took a deep breath. “I’m here because I want you to…fuck me.”
Draco's mind seemed to momentarily short-circuit as her words penetrated his sleepy haze. His usual composure crumbled, replaced by a stunned silence. He stuttered and stammered, his thoughts scrambling to catch up with the proposal she had just presented. His jaw slackened, and he blinked rapidly, as if trying to reboot his brain and process the unexpected turn of events.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of disbelief and awe.
"This better not be a dream," he breathed, his words directed more towards the universe than to her. A flicker of hope ignited in his eyes, a desperate plea for this moment to be real, for her offer to be genuine.
In response she slowly pulled her silk shift over her head, revealing her naked flesh beneath it.
Draco’s eyes widened as she snapped her fingers and the fire roared to life behind her.
“If you don’t mean it, I need you to leave now.” He warned. “If you do this, you are agreeing to be mine, and I’m not sure I will ever let you go.”
She continued to crawl toward him in response, the fire illuminating her skin in a golden haze.
His legs spread, almost instinctively, and she crawled between them. She realized he was also naked beneath the sheets as they fell away. His fingers brushed down the sides of her arms as he took in her naked body above his. She leaned down and tenderly kissed him, his eyes tightening almost painfully in response.
She straddled him, slowly grinding against his erection, soaking both of them with her wetness. They kissed for sometime, the world seeming to slip away. His fingers dug into her and she could tell it was taking every ounce of his self control not to immediately take her. Dark desire swirled in his eyes like storm clouds, and she was sure hers mirrored his.
He grabbed her ass and flipped her beneath him without breaking their kiss. She could feel the pressure of him at her entrance and she bit her lip. She moved her hips toward him, a silent invitation, her eagerness to feel him inside of her outweighing her nervousness.
He hesitated for a moment before he slowly pushed into her. She cried out into his mouth. A combination of pain and pleasure exploded through her nerve endings. He hissed, his voice raw. He almost choked on the noise that bubbled up from inside him. It was hoarse, animal like even. He sounded wounded as he groaned into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered as he buried his face in her hair.
As he began to move inside of her, her mouth fell open in a silent cry.
“Are you okay?” He paused his movement.
“Yes, please don’t stop.” She cried out as the pressure inside her built.
He began to slide in and out of her moving an inch further with each slow thrust, gradually making his way deeper. She closed her eyes as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes.
He dropped his hand in between them and his fingers found her sensitive spot. He began slowly swirling his fingers against it.
“You feel so good…so fucking good.” he growled.
She could barely catch her breath as the moans escaped from her lips. He thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, continuing to circle his fingers around her clit. His lips found hers again and he swallowed her moans as he began to quicken his pace.
She felt herself tightening around him and he groaned in response.
“When you come, I want you to say my name.”
“Malfoy…” She moaned softly as the pleasure continued to build.
“My name,” He whispered into her ear.
Pure, unfiltered magic swirled between them as she felt herself approaching release.
“Draco!” She screamed as pleasure burst through her. Their magic erupted in a golden haze, so strong that the furniture in the room rattled and the fire went out.
“Fuck, Fuck!” He grunted as he found his own release inside of her.
She felt his body relax at the same time her tremors subsided. Merlin, she had never felt anything like that before.
White blonde hair fell into his eyes as he watched her, entranced.
“What was that?” She whispered into the dark as the magic around them dissipated.
“I am not sure.” He responded breathlessly.
He traced the edges of her lips and then leaned forward and softly kissed her.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she suddenly found it hard to stay awake. She could feel Draco watching, an unreadable awed expression on his face.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you” was the last thing she heard before she drifted to sleep beneath him.
****
Hermione stirred awake the next morning, her senses slowly coming alive. The warmth enveloping her was not the usual chill of her solitary bed, but the comforting heat of another body. She blinked her eyes open, finding herself nestled in the curve of Draco's arm.
He was watching her, his gaze intense and unwavering. His expression was a mask, revealing nothing of the thoughts and emotions swirling beneath the surface. A lock of her hair had fallen across her face, and he gently tucked it behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of the night before. Her heart hammered in her chest, a mixture of anxiety and longing battling within her. She searched his eyes for any hint of what he was thinking, what he was feeling, but found nothing.
"I have to go, but I will be back soon," he said, his voice low and husky as he gently untangled their limbs. He rose from the bed and began to dress, his movements efficient and practiced. Her heart sank; she knew that once he left, she likely wouldn't see him again.
"I'm leaving, Malfoy," she whispered into the empty space he'd just vacated.
He paused, but he didn't turn to face her. He continued dressing, fastening his wand into its holster and smoothing his hair as he put on his Death Eater robes.
"You're not going anywhere," he said curtly.
"But Voldemort, he plans to..." she pleaded, her voice trembling as she slowly rose from the bed, clutching the sheets around her chest.
"Do NOT leave this room. I will be back." His voice boomed through the room, its harshness causing her to stiffen.
"Malfoy, I don't have the time! I have to get out of here! Voldemort is going to have me killed!"
"I am going to take care of it," he said coldly.
"I am leaving with Arys, that was...that was always the plan. I was never going to stay here forever. If it wasn't now, it would have been a year from now. Malfoy - please."
"I don't think YOU understand - YOU. ARE. MINE. No one will EVER take you from me." His voice shook the room. His nostrils flared, his eyes blazing. Wild. Possessive.
She froze, fear coursing through her veins. She knew by the look in his eyes that he believed every word he said. Panic seized her as she realized the gravity of her situation. She was trapped in the dragon's lair. She jumped from the bed, the sheets wrapped around her naked body, and ran for the door. But it was too late. He slammed it shut, leaving her alone on the other side. She felt his wards go up immediately, sealing her inside. She pounded her fists against the door, frantically turning the handle, but it wouldn't budge.
"MALFOY!" She screamed. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
He didn't reply. The hallway was silent on the other side of the door.
"ARYYYYYSSSS!" she screamed, her voice raw with desperation, as she slowly slid down the door in defeat. She cradled her head in her hands and began to sob, the walls seeming to close in on her as she struggled to catch her breath.
She spent the next few hours slamming against the door with both her body and her magic, screaming for Arys, but no help came. The silence was deafening, her cries echoing back to her in the confines of the room. Despair settled over her, and she wondered if this was how it would all end - trapped and alone.
Hermione, now dressed, sat curled in one of the plush armchairs of the sitting room. The room felt cold and desolate, a silent tomb as she waited endlessly for Malfoy's return. Time seemed to stretch and distort, each passing minute feeling like an eternity.
Suddenly, a soft 'pop' startled her.
"Mippy?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse.
Mippy stood before her, his small face streaked with tears. His eyes were swollen nearly shut, and his tiny body trembled as he clutched a small, ornate box in his hands.
"Miss Hermione..." Mippy's voice shook as fresh tears slid down his cheeks.
"Mippy...what's wrong?" She asked, her heart pounding as dread pooled in her stomach.
"Master Arys asked me to give this to you if anything...if anything were to happen to him..." Mippy choked out, motioning the box towards her.
"Mippy? I don't understand..."
"Master Arys is gone, miss Hermione. Master Draco has killed both him and the Dark Lord."
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Her mind went numb, and she heard Mippy's voice as if from a great distance, muffled and distorted. Her body felt heavy, unresponsive, and she collapsed onto the floor with thud, darkness enveloping her.
When she finally regained consciousness, her head throbbed, and her vision swam. Mippy was gone, but the small box lay beside her. She stared at it, her body leaden and her breath coming in ragged gasps.
With a monumental effort, she managed to sit up and slowly lift the lid from the box. A letter lay on top, and she opened it with trembling hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks as agonizing sobs ripped from her chest. She recognized Arys's neat handwriting, and a wave of nausea swept over her.
"My dearest Hermione,
If you're reading this, I have likely not survived the night. My heart breaks at the thought that we will not be able to go to New York as planned, that I have left you alone to face this cruel and unforgiving world.
The manor is no longer a safe place. I have left some provisions to aid you on your journey to freedom. Please, use them wisely.
The moment you appeared in the cottage, my life was irrevocably changed. You gave me a reason to live, a future to look forward to. You have brought me more joy than I ever thought possible. I want to thank you, from the depths of my soul, for making my life worth something.
Please, stay safe. Promise me that you will live the life we always dreamed of, a life filled with love, laughter, and the pursuit of your dreams.
Yours forever and always,
Arys "
With trembling hands and a heavy heart, she sifted through the contents of the box, each item a painful reminder of Arys's love and sacrifice. She carefully lifted her wand from its velvet lining and tucked it securely into the waistband of her knickers, concealing it beneath the folds of her nightgown. Next, she unfolded a page that had been torn from a book. Recognition flooded her as she read the intricate script - it was the powerful spell she had discovered in the ballroom's lounge, designed to shield even the most skilled Legilimens from penetrating her mind without her consent.
A small vial of blood was nestled beside a drawstring sack made of sturdy tweed. With a deep breath, she folded the spell and grasped the vial, squeezing them tightly in her left hand. Her right hand reached for the drawstring sack, pulling it open to reveal a small, gleaming onyx gem.
As her fingers brushed against the gem, a brilliant blue light engulfed it, and an inexplicable tugging sensation pulled at her very core. She gasped as the world around her dissolved into a dizzying blur. The silence of the room vanished, replaced by the clamor of a bustling, shadowy street. She stumbled as she landed, her bare feet hitting the cold cobblestones. The chill night air bit at her exposed skin.
Blinking rapidly, she took in her surroundings. She found herself in a familiar cobblestone alleyway, flanked by buildings with vibrant facades. She recognized the place, she had been here before.
She was standing in the heart of Diagon Alley. Utterly alone.