11
"Have you enjoyed your night with me? Watching me sob?" She asks.
"You are a bloody mess when you're drunk, Granger." He laughs.
"I know. I warned you to leave while you could." She laughs. "What happened to calling me by my name?"
"You're a bloody mess when you're drunk, Hermione." The way he says her name sends tingles down her spine.
"It's getting hot. I'm taking my shirt off."
She watches as his fingers slowly unbutton his top and reveals his scarred torso. It astounded her at how fit he was. His stomach was very toned.
Her eyes fell to his trousers, then immediately lifted back up.
Why had she looked?
Now there was a faint pulse in between her legs.
They continued to drink until there was so more alcohol. Hermione was completely pissed and Malfoy was so close.
"You haven't said my name." He says while studying her.
"Is there a specific sentence you would like me to use?"
"I want to stroke your cock Draco." That Malfoy smirk made its way onto his face.
Hermione blushed at him. She had never touched a penis before.
"I will not say that. Draco." She said still blushing. "I told you all about me. Now id like to hear about you."
"Well, I can tell you about my job if you'd like? Well when I was sixteen the dark lord was furious with my fath-"
Hermione had cut him off. "You already told me this story." He lifted his fingers up and pressed them to her lips. His sudden touch startled her.
"Shh. Do not interrupt me." He says as his eyes watch her lips. "He was angry with my father so he decided to use me as punishment. I had to kill Dumbledore or I would die. I had to kill a lot of people. I killed muggles for practice. I killed families we had captive to clear out room for high priority people. And now killing is my job."
She felt bad for him. Tears started at her eyes again. She felt so silly crying so much.
"Oh for merlin's sake, stop crying. This isn't even about you." He snorts.
"I just feel so bad for you sometimes." Hermione says while flinging arms around him. He jerks at her touch.
His body was surprisingly warm. But that could be because of the alcohol, either way it felt nice.
She hadn't been touched in so long. She was starved of loving touch.
Her head slides down onto his lap. His hand slides down to her back. He lifts her shirt to reveal her skin. His fingers begin lightly running over her back, tracing all over.
It felt so good, but made her sad at the same time. This would be a one time thing. It was only because they were drunk.
"Tell me about your childhood Draco."
"I lived with my father and mum. I love my mum. She is such a lovely lady. You would really like her. Perhaps if we survive the war you can meet under good circumstances." He looks down at her and brushes a curl out of her face. "Mum nearly died giving birth to me. She was so sick after and father was busy with work and taking care of her. My first few years I was practically raised by one of our house elves."
"What's the elf's name?"
"Toppy. She is wondering. We still have her around. But once mum got better she could take care of me more. Mum would have me bake with her. For my fourth birthday I got my first broom. Father and her would sit and watch me fly around the yard chasing a snitch. Oh just for your information my father never bought my spot on the team. I made the team and then he bought the brooms because he was proud. He never showed it much but he was proud. He was always angry with me. Nothing I did was right for him and that hurt. I was young but trying so hard to be the perfect son. Mum said it was because he was so stressed, but I think he's just an angry man."
Hermione turns so that her head is staring directly up at him. She wonders if she will ever look at him and not be distracted by his beauty again.
He was himself now. He didn't have to hide behind his façade of coldness. He could be himself in front of her, and she could be herself in front of him even if she was a mess. He didn't mind.
She liked him like this; Open and vulnerable. She liked laying in his lap while he traced circles on her back.
She can't place when the fear of him faded into comfort.
"Hermione?" He asks softly.
"Yes, Draco?"
"You're not what I expected you to be. You're beautiful and lovely. It terrifies me."
Hermione was speechless. She wasn't sure what he was saying.
"Sometimes I think about what would have happened If I would have obliviated you before the war. You're so bright in a world full of darkness. Perhaps that's what draws me to you." He smiles a gentle smile. "You could have done amazing things if this world wasn't damned."
"I wanted to work in the ministry of magic. I wanted to make a change in the world." Hermione says.
"You could have done great things. I always envied your determination. You really could have solved that elf problem. S.P.E.W. was a really good start."
Hermione sits up and faces him with confusion. "How do you know about that?"
She hadn't told anyone other than Harry, Ron and a few other Gryffindors.
"Dobby. He would stop by sometimes to say hello to me. He was always wearing these ridiculous knitted hats. He told me what u were doing and I liked the idea."
"Hey! I made those hats."
Malfoy let's out a barking laugh. "Merlin you were terrible. I thought he made those himself. I hadn't seen him since then until the day he helped you escape the manor."
Hermione looks at Malfoy and her eyes blur with tears again.
"Please don't cry again." He says.
"I'm sorry. I can't help it." She wipes away the tears.
He looks at her in a way he's never looked at her before. He doesn't look cold or cruel. He's let his mask down in front of her. But something was off. For the first time Hermione noticed how sad he felt.
Could he be as lonely as she was?
"Dobby- Dobby is dead. He died a few minutes after we apparated. Bellatrix threw a dagger and he saved us. It hit him in the stomach. I tried. There was nothing I could do."
"Oh. I thought I said something wrong. Was it painful? His death?" He asks slowly.
"I've never seen him so content." Hermione replied with a soft voice.
A faint smile spread across his face. Hermione placed her hand on top of his and gently ran her thumb across his skin. He was soft but his palms were calloused.
They continued to sit in silence as she ran her fingers over his hands. They sat in silence taking everything in.
Hermione wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that made her feel this way or if it was there when she was sober.
His hand in hers felt right. It felt natural to her.
"I don't want you to think that you are obligated to spend all of eternity with me. I wanted you to come to me voluntarily. If you're not comfortable with something just tell me, Hermione. I know what you think of me but I would never hurt you." His voice was low and sorrowful.
"Things are changing Draco. My perspective of you has shifted." Hermione moves closer to him and places her hand on his jaw.
Her thumb now running across his face. She felt his slight stubble scraping her skin.
"Really? Do you still think I'm a monster?" He asks. His eyes are hooded and sadness glimmers in them.
Yes. She still thought he was a monster. But he was raised that way. Knowing him now proved he was light.
"I don't know what I believe anymore. I think you were groomed into believing your fathers cruel ways were right."
His chest rises and falls with a sigh.
"What did you want to do before the war?" Hermione asks.
He hesitates. "My father set me up to be a politician"
"That's not what I asked. I asked what you wanted to be."
"Uhm. I fancied being the next potions teacher, but that was never in my cards."
"I'm sorry." She says while wrapping her arms around his neck. He rests his forehead against hers.
What would this be like tomorrow? Would he remember this night? Would he remember everything they've shared? Part of her hopes he would remember and things could be like this always. But the other part wanted him to forget so things wouldn't be awkward.
His hand reaches into her hair and massages her scalp. "I've always loved your curls. They're just like you."
Hermiones eyes open and gaze into his.
"A chaotic mess of beauty."
Hermione had hated her hair. It was so messy and hard to manage. It felt nice having someone notice.
His hot breathe grazing her face felt nice. His breathe smelt like raspberry alcohol.
Everything was so much. The way his hand tangled in her curls. The way his face feels pressed against hers. Their body's were so close.
His lips were nearly touching hers.
"Tell me no." He whispers and his lips graze hers.
This felt like a dream.
She wasn't sure what was real anymore.
"Yes." She whispers.
She was so lonely. There was so much pressure being put on her. She so desperately wanted to be loved. She was tired of the loneliness. And here he was giving himself to her.
She wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that made her do what she did.
Hermione kissed Draco.
It wasn't small or sweet, it was fiery and passionate.
He pulled her onto his lap and deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth to invite him in and he sprung on the chance.
His free hand slid up to her throat and traced her clavicle. His soft, sensual touch made her skin prickle with wants.
The way he traced her neck and throat felt as if he was memorizing her body.
Her hands lifted and ran through his silky hair. His hair was so beautiful. Her other hand traced his sharp jawline and he welcomed her touch.
They had both been so starved for touch.
This moment was everything. The way their bodies touched, or how perfectly their lips fit together. This moment felt like everything she ever needed.
His hand slides up her jumper sending goosebumps across her body. He pulls her into him. Their stomachs pressed together. She can feel his breaths deepen.
He kissed her like he was savoring it. He was unhurried and wet. He explored her with his lips. Using his tongue to find its way. He kissed her slowly and gently. She half expected him to be rough but he wasn't. He was so careful when he touched her. She adored it.
He nipped her bottom lip and she gasp slightly.
He tastes like a sin. He was forbidden, she knew that. Mayne that's why this felt so good, she wasn't supposed to have it.
She didn't care.
He pulls her head back and trails soft kisses from her jaw to her clavicle. He traced his tongue down the dips and columns of her throat.
She wanted this so bad. It felt like a need.
His hand found her breasts and grazed softly over her nipple making her back arch. She ached for him. She had never felt anything like this. The tension building between her legs was growing to be unbearable.
She was overwhelmed with sensations.
Her hips slightly rock on him and he moans slightly. His sounds make the tension in her legs ache more.
She had never done anything like this before. She had no idea that the feeling of his skin against hers would feel the way it does.
He pulls himself away from her touch.
"I need to go."
She watches as he falls back into his façade of coldness.