Rating: R for high sexual content.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to J K Rowling, lyrics to Evanescence, but imagination belongs to all.
“Why are you still here?” the girl with the wavy brown hair asked coldly, her eyes still fixed on the charred ruins and fallen bricks now covered with overgrown weed dancing wildly in the night wind, her back turned against the tall dark figure which had begun to walk towards her. He stopped at her words and took a moment to take in her scent and remembered the sweet taste of her skin against his lips. The cool night air weaved tortuously between them and their clothes fluttered madly in the wind as if reaching out for one another. She did not need to see him to know why she felt the tingling warm sensation that was so painfully familiar. Her heart remembered his presence and hated it.
“Everything’s been destroyed,” she continued with much melancholy. “Hogwarts is just a memory”. She took a long moment to pause, the remembrance of his touch sending her shivers like the prying fingers of the cold night wind. “There’s nothing left for you here.”
“There’s one more thing.”
His firm voice cut through the silence of the night and a flock of birds suddenly fluttered noisily through the leaves in the darkness of the forest. She whipped herself around to face the pair of silver grey eyes she loved to hate and hated to love.
“You.”
And his lips met hers ferociously as his strong hands pulled her into his warm embrace and set her soul on fire all over again.
His warm tongue searched madly for her own as he gripped tightly around her, devouring every drop of her he had hungered for so long. His one hand circled her breast which were now hard and awakened by his touch, while the other pulled her even more closer to him than she thought was possible. His lips closed the final distance between them, sucking every breath of life from her as her small frame was pushed against the warmth of his own. His tongue forced their way hard into her, uncovering every secret in her warm wet mouth, wrestling wildly with inhibitions deep within her. A soft moan escaped from the back of her throat as his tongue twirled around her own and his soft hot lips pressed against hers. The lips that kissed him back with equal fervor betrayed the hatred behind her eyes, and she could only closed them against the harsh reality. Hermione Granger just wanted to relish on the sweet burning heat of his lips and to taste him again and again and again. He still tasted like the first drop of rain after a long summer spell, quenching the thirst of the dry barren earth.
The soft curves of her lips fitted against his like two missing pieces of the same puzzle that had now found each other in a sea of desperation. The movement of his lips against her weakened each and every one of her muscle and she felt limpid in his arms. Limpid, but safe. As if she had returned to a home she hated growing up in, but was still the last place she thought of at night when she wanted to close her eyes. A home she tried so hard to run away from only to find that the further she ran, the closer her heart was to the person who drove her away in the first place.
The person she was now kissing again. Draco Malfoy. The dragon that became a Death Eater and breathed fire on every creature of life that crossed its path.
“Let go off me!” She screamed angrily as she struggled against his grip, pulling herself suddenly away from the kiss which had almost enervated her.
“No!” Draco shouted back loudly, tightening his grip against her, forcing her to look back into his eyes which now fixed themselves with great intensity against her own. “Don’t ever forget you belong to me!” Her entire body shook with the force he grabbed her as he yelled back at her.
“It’s over…” her voiced trailed off slowly before finally whispering the sweet name she longed to forget and still had difficulty saying after all these years, “…Draco.” They both heard the wind howled painfully through the solemn night.
“It’s been over for a long time.” Neither of them moved as they kept their gaze on one another, their bodies still pressed so close against one another. She could feel the warmth of his breath as the hot air touched the bare skin on her neck, unhidden from the layers of clothing on her, and every fiber of existence in her seemed to have come to life and were now dancing in front of a raging fire.
“It’s been over since the day you chose this.” And her sentence ended with much pronounced hatred as her right hand pushed up the sleeve on his left upper arm to reveal the black cauterized Death Eater mark on his pale skin. She collapsed onto his strong chest, a thin trail of teardrop finding their way down her tired face. Her hand lost the force of its grasp and was slowly sliding down his arm.
“Why didn’t you just walk away?” Hermione asked, her face rested on his chest, hearing every beat of his heart as it pounded faster and faster against her. At that very instant, she wished there was a magic spell that could stop the hands of time and they would remain frozen in that position eternally. But there wasn’t one. And his heart kept on beating.
“I did.” She looked up at him immediately upon hearing his voice and blinked, her eyes sparkling and bright as the stars of another night. A night when Hogwarts was still full of happy laughing students and a noisy dinner hall.
He looked back at her and his intense grey eyes locked against her dark brown eyes. Against the chill of the cool night air, the wild wolves howling in the not so near distance, Draco drew in a deep breath before he finally elaborated. “I walked away…and found you.”
“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!” Hermione screamed with all the force she had as the sound of her hand made their impact against his face and she wiggled herself out of his tight grasp.
“You know it can never be the same! You know there’s no turning back!” She continued yelling back at him as she stepped backwards and moved further away from him. But never once did she take her eyes away from him, for she feared that if she looked away, even for a second, he would disappear and she would never see him again. Not even in her dreams. The tears streaming down her face did not signify even a hundredth of the pain she felt. Only her heart that bled knew the sorrow behind her shaking voice. “What else do you want from me?!?”
Draco took a bold step forward towards her and she found her legs were suddenly paralyzed. “I want you to remember.”
She had no words to answer back.
“I want you to remember…” he whispered gently as me moved in front of her, “…how you called out my name over and over again…” The warmth of his breath brushed softly against her cheeks and she felt the heat travel from inside her to the end of her cheeks. Even the wind that blew between her skirt felt hot and humid. “…How you were my canvas and I was your paintbrush…“ His lips caressed the edge of her ear. “… How I kissed you and you whimpered under my touches…“ His hard tongue circled her ear and moved to her soft cheek which were now hot and heated like a volcano waiting to erupt. “…How I licked you from night till morning and you quivered as I entered you…“ She was conscious that her nipples were erected and pressed hard against his chest, feeling the heat of his flesh travelled into hers. “…I know you remember how you moaned under me and our naked bodies laid messy and entwined on that hot Summer afternoon…“ His lips moved closer and closer towards her own but did not enter her in a kiss, stopping just so she felt the wetness of his lips brushed gently against her own. The same wetness she felt traveled from the ground at great speed and were now blazing and dancing with the wild fire where the end of her legs met.
“I don’t remember anything.” She closed her eyes to take in his scent and coldly uttered the lies both her heart and mind knew. “All I remember is the lies you told me.” Hermione heard the air slowly exhaled from his well-defined features and she breathed in deeply the same sweet air. “…How you betrayed everyone and joined Voldemort…“ She took a moment to re-open her eyes and looked up at him. His platinum blonde hair still shone with the moonlight and moved with the wind. Like all the past nights of burning sins that vowed to keep their secrets. “…And broke my heart.”
Draco cupped her chin in his hands and looked down into her eyes with great intensity, the same intensity that usually accompanied his smirks to her in Hogwarts. The smirk that did not appear this starless night. “You were never a very good liar.”
He lowered his lips and she could not resist.
He knew that she remembered.
Draco held Hermione tightly from behind, his arms holding onto to her petite figure, not wanting to let go as the full moon rose above them. The night was cold and he nuzzled at her neck for warmth and took in the scent of her hair. Scent like jasmine that had traveled from an exotic land and was now misplaced in a foreign country among the pungent fragrance of roses and lavender. They stood in silence on a bank overlooking the lake, the dim candlelight from the windows of Hogwarts dancing eerily on the reflections of the water. Hogwarts was still full of life like the sound of the fishes jumping out of the water somewhere in the distance. And they could still meet in secret when the darkness of the night turned away its eyes and for a moment, there were no other lives but theirs.
“You have to leave,” he whispered into her ears. Her heart skipped a beat. She saw how clear and bright the reflection of Hogwarts castle suddenly seemed despite the ripples in the water. The flesh on her cheeks still radiated with the lingering warmth of his words, the only warmth on this cold night. She felt his embrace tightened slightly around her as he hesitated his next words. But the depth of her heart already knew what they were. Of all the abilities in this world, she only wished that she could lie to herself right then. “The Dark Lord has declared war against the Ministry.”
“I know.” Her voice was so soft beneath the gentle rippling of the waters.
He spun her around and looked deep into her eyes, his hands tightening their grasp around her arms. But her eyes remained fearless and impassionate.
“Professor Dumbledore has already told Harry, Ron and I that the war was coming,” Hermione replied to the query behind his eyes. She took in a deep breath and a sigh so soft you had to strain all your muscles to hear escaped with her breath. “And I’ve enlisted to help the Aurors in this war.”
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into!” His voice suddenly amplified and the entire forest seemed to reverberate with his force. All the creatures of the night and even the wind and the water suddenly became quiet and motionless as if to pay respect to its dragon master. But he never loosened his grip of her.
“You have to leave Hogwarts! Go back to your Mudblood parents for all I care, but you can’t stay here!!!”
“Who are you to decide for me?!?” Her voice rose to match his. Who would have thought words so loud and stern could come from such a small delicate figure.
“That’s right, Granger! Who am I to you? I’m nothing to you!” He spat back at her, reverting back to her last name which he only reserved for such temperamental occasions. “But I don’t care. Either you leave in a few days or I’m going to have to make you leave!”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“I’m going to make sure you can’t ever join the Aurors.” His hand was quick, forceful and inconsiderate of her pain as he begun to drag her after him. But Hermione dug her heels deep into the ground and struggled vigorously against him.
“Draco, let go of me!” She called out angrily. He didn’t listen to her and tightened his grip around her arms as he pulled her with him. The pain shot through her like instant lightning. “You can’t tell me what to do!”
“I can!” They both froze on the spot.
“I can do anything I want with you… ” His strong hands pulled her in swiftly and her breasts hit hard against his toned chest, disorienting her for a split second as he bent down and sucked the gentle skin under her neck. “…Because you’re mine, Hermione…” And his lips sucked hard against her skin and the hot dripping wetness from his mouth grazed her neck until her skin was sore. “…You’ve always been mine….” She felt his warm tongue stroke the skin on her neck and felt every move of his lips and the heat of his breath. “…I want you…“ His right hand traveled up and pressed her breast against his palm, moving them in hard forceful movements, while other hand dug their nails hard into her back. “… I need you…“ He opened his lips and his teeth made impact against her sore skin as they pierced into them and chafed them ever so slightly. “…I own you…” His knee pushed hard between her legs and jolted her upwards painfully against her delta, forcing them open and for her own wetness to rest themselves finally on his leg, her breast now firm and erected, pushed roughly against his solid feature. “…And you will do what I tell you to.”
She looked up at him, panting and breathless. He looked down at her, trails of sweat trickling down his hot flushed face.
“Why?” She managed to shout back at him, feeling her eyes begin to wet themselves around their rims. Hermione looked at him resolutely, challenging the dragon to the final duel. “Give me one good reason why I should do as you say!”
“I love you.”
“I’m staying!” Hermione gritted her teeth as she answered back. “And there’s nothing you can do about it!”
“Do you like it when I always have to use my force?” His voice rose as he grabbed her wrist tightly and painfully, pulling her towards him to look straight into her eyes. Her thin frame thudded against him and magic ran all throughout her veins.
“How long have you known about the War?” He asked her again as his hands grabbed her from behind, and she could feel the strength of all his firm fingers increase the intensity of their grasp.
“Last week. When Professor Dumbledore called us into his office and told us that war was inevitable.”
“When last week?”
“Last Wednesday. After dinner in the Great Hall.” Her own cold voice seemed so foreign to her.
“We made love that night.” Draco noticed that somewhere deep in her dark forlorn eyes there was a slight wavering glimmer. “You came to my room late in the night and you didn’t say anything. You kissed me hungrily and almost tore off my shirt. And we fucked each other senseless and you cried out my name till you were out of breath.”
“Yes.”
“You knew then…” his words lingered slowly as he fingers traveled the curve of her face, stopping just under her chin to pull her face so she could stare right into his intense eyes. Fingers that suddenly seemed so cold and fearless. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Hermione took a very long time to answer. They both felt the force of the wind wrapped them between with her long arms,, almost drawing them closer together, allowing them to enjoy the last warmth before a cold chill ran through both of them.
“I was afraid,” she said. He opened his eyes wider. She saw the reflection of the full moon in his eyes. “I was afraid that if I told you, I would lose you.” She leant in towards him and she rested her heads on his shoulder, pulling herself closer to absorb in all his warmth. “I did not want to lose you….” He felt a drop of tear splashed against his bare collarbone. “Even if it is just for a few more days.”
“And you’re prepared to lose everything now?”
“There is no other way.”
“There is!” Draco cried out, protesting, feeling a blaze of pain rush up from somewhere deep inside him. “Just leave!” Yet his arms around her tightened even more and she almost gasped for air.
“Draco, let me go! I want to go back to Hogwarts!” She struggled under him and cried out vehemently, moving her petite body with all the force she knew.
“There won’t even be a Hogwarts in a few days!” He yelled back at her so loud that even the wind stopped. Her eyes suddenly seemed to have lost their luster for life.
“Why? Why won’t there be a Hogwarts anymore?” Hermione cried back hysterically as she hit him with her hands, trying to break free, yet wanting to be as close to him to hurt him as much as possible at the same time.
“Voldemort has planned his attack!”
“How?” She continued crying madly, hitting him harder as he held her even tighter, trying to stop her mad loud tears. The pain on her hands was so excruciating yet incomparable to the pain that was tearing her heart apart. “How? How do you know this?!?”
She sobbed onto his shoulders, sniffling madly, not caring at all she looked like a lunatic pounding furiously at him, shouting at him. He tried hard to calm her down, but she would not stop, using every drop of energy she had left, raving wildly, pulling onto his shirt as he tried to pull her away. The tighter he grabbed her, hurting her, the harder she fought against him, tears streaming down her face like a river of blood, and not fighting to hide them at all.
“Hermione, listen to me!” He ordered her sternly.
“Nooo!!!” She protested against him, flinging her hands all over him, pulling onto his shirt and clawing against his flawless pale skin. He increased his force against her until the skin where he held her reddened, but still she wrestled fiercely against him, crying out for him to release her. The louder she cried out, the stronger he held onto her, until all the trees around them seemed to shake with their forces combined. As a last attempt to stop her hysteria, he lifted her off the ground, and as she kicked him and the air under her ferociously, she demanded exasperatedly one last time, “Tell me how!”.
Her question was answered with the sound of a rip. Hermione fell back onto the floor on both her feet with a loud thud, her right hand still clinging on to a ripped piece from his shirt, a tiny frazzled piece from his left sleeve, a piece so tiny yet revealed her worst fear: the dark tattooed mark that they both knew too well. The dark mark that had separated them eternally.
For a moment everything was as dark as the mark on his arm. Everything was pitch dark and spinning around her at great speed. Her knees felt weak and she did not know when she started crying out so loud her conscious itself thought a bleeding wolf in pain was howling in the distance.
She thought she had died when her spirit escaped from her body and she saw her soulless self crying madly against him. She felt her heart collapsed against itself until she could no longer feel any pain.
“Why?” Tears rushed down her face like a forgotten waterfall and she continued hitting him. Each time her hands made their loud impact against him, she came a step closer to losing her sanity. He grabbed her firmly and shook her hard. She even shook herself as she kicked and fought against him, panting loudly, gasping for air, but always hurting him. “Why? Why did you do this to me? Oh god, why? Why? WHY?”
Amidst her sniffling, he pulled back her hair so that he could look deep into her eyes. Her eyes were bright and wet and sad and full of hatred. A single large teardrop trickled slowly from one eye, never losing its sorrowful shape, until it splashed against his hand.
“I wanted to run away from you.”
She blinked her eyes and forgot she needed to keep breathing.
“I had to learn to live without you.”
The slap didn’t hurt him as much as he thought. But the stinging pain on his face made him feel alive as he watched her wrestle herself free from his grasp. Though her hair was disheveled, and her clothes rumpled, her eyes were still beautiful and her skin the color of the moonlight on this strange cold night.
“So you thought by becoming a Death Eater, I would just walk out of your life?” Hermione screamed back at him furiously as she took a step back.
“Yes.” His response appeared emotionless if not for the almost indistinct crack at the back of his throat. “I wanted to be as far away from you as I could. I wanted to remember who I was.”
“LIAR!” He looked up at her. Her hair blew messily in the wind against the big full moon behind. Her thin light skirt fluttered endlessly, flapping loudly against her bare legs.
“How would you know if I’m lying or not, Granger? Do you think it’s easy being the son of a powerful Death Eater and the Malfoy heir when everyone expects so much of you?” His voice was fuelled by all the engines of passion, anger, disgust and irrationality. “Do you know what it’s like to be asked to kill Mudbloods when I’m madly in love with one?”
“So you have been asked by Voldemort to kill the Mudbloods.” She exchanged her intense gaze back at him, unwavering in both her heart and principle.
“When?”
“What does it matter to you?”
“It does, if you will kill me!” She yelled back angrily. “So why don’t you just kill me now?”
“Hermione, I can’t --- “
“COWARD!” She interrupted him indignantly. “You’re nothing but a coward. That’s why you wanted to run away. You couldn’t stand up for your own actions, you couldn’t take responsibility for your own heart. You hated being in love with me because it made you weak. You thought becoming a Death Eater will give you a reason to stay away from me! You thought following Voldemort will make you powerful because you’re shit scared!” She took a moment to look deep into his eyes and bit hard on her own lips. “…Shit scared of knowing what you want!”
“No!” He protested vehemently. “I’m not scared of anything!” And he proceeded to take large angry strides towards her as she backed herself further and further away from him, but never turning around so as to continue watching him walk towards her.
“Leave me alone!” She yelled out as he moved closer to her and she found herself trapped as she stepped back and felt the water of the lake behind lapping against her. “All you’ll ever be is a hypocritical coward!”
“I’m no coward, Granger!” He cried back at her as he reached out for her, pushing her deeper into the water. Draco could see more clearly now that her face was wet and glowing, whether it be from her tears or from the fresh rows of sweat droplets scattered all over her flushed skin.
“So kill me.” Hermione closed her eyes and felt him push himself against her. Every cell in her seemed to be radiating with his heat. The sound of the water lapped gently at their ankles.
A faint sound of a knife being drawn from its scaffold echoed in her ears. She took in a deep breathe and closed her eyelids tight against the darkness of the night. Her heart felt like being sliced into pieces tortuously as she waited for the sharp edges of his knife to pierce into her. The sound of the running waters had never been this clear and beautiful.
But the pain of the knife slicing through her outstretched neck never came. Only the sound of his warm wet lips against hers and the sound of a metal object falling loudly into the water awakened her once again. She opened her eyes to receive him, as he kept his opened waiting for hers. His lips thrusted themselves against her, his hard tongue darting in and out with all the lust to devour her one last time. He moaned into her mouth as he rubbed his hands all over her face, swirling his tongue all around the curves of her lips to taste all her youth and desire. He licked her lips and breathed onto her face, his open silver eyes touching her own open dark brown eyes. Hermione panted and felt a rush of heat shot up inside her, forgetting for an instant that she hated the person who was ravaging her with everything she that she had. She hated those pair of bright grey eyes. But she hated even more the way his tongue thrusted against her and made her quivered as if on fire.
Draco moved his hands down to her sides as he tore her shirt ferociously with the heat of the moment. The night listened to the sound of her thin cotton shirt ripped against his hands as they both fell onto the water. Her buttocks were wet and drenched as he laid on top of her, never lifting his hot wet lips from her, ravaging her hard breasts with both his hands and she could feel the heat from his breath enter deep into her. She moaned out softly, ecstatically, as he pressed harder against her, pushing her further down so that her head felt cool against the surface of the water, her hair now wet to the root. But the coolness of the water could not take away the heat radiating on her face and under her cheeks as they continued their mad ravenous kissing of one another. Her ripped shirt revealed her exposed breasts which were now erected with the cool water of the lake brushing against her hard nipples. Hermione could not stop herself from arching to receive his weight, needing him, wanting to taste every flesh of him, hating herself for wanting him so much.
He lowered his head to kiss her neck, his hands finding their way to her ripped shirt and finally pulling them apart so that his palm pushed directly onto her breasts, circling them as he sucked hard at her neck. His teeth grazed her skin and traveled downwards first to her right breast, finding the tip of her nipples and biting slowly onto her firm hard breast, as if slowly piercing the life out of her. The pain was immense and tears ran down her eyes into the lucid waters. His tongue traced her breast slowly, excruciatingly, torturously before resting on one edge of her right breast. His lips squeezed against her naked hills, and taking a piece of her sore flesh between his teeth and biting hard onto her flesh, she arched her back even higher under him, her eyes opening wider to take in the full moon. His teeth pierced into her as pain shot through her veins like liquid heat, the water of the lake splashing against her radiating bare skin which were now melting under his touch.
“DRACO, STOP!” She screamed out into the night as he bit her harder on the curves of her breasts and his fingernails dug deeper into her skin beneath her. Her voice was a shrill solemn cry against the silence of the night.
Panting onto her neck, he answered, “Not until you promise me you’ll leave.”
But she never promised. And so he ripped the remaining of her shirt from under her, pressing his entire body over her. He moved his mouth over hers as he fumbled on her legs, running his fingers along them, with the cool shallow waters constantly lapping onto her uncovered legs, her skirt drenched so that they clung heavily onto her skin. Yet his fingers were as deft as they had always been, sneaking between the soaked material and her smooth legs and trailing themselves forcefully in curvaceous strokes over her thigh while his tongue sucked out all her remaining sweet moisture as they kissed. Her eyes shot up painfully, feeling some water running over her eyes as she sunk deeper into the wet mud beneath as he pressed harder over her. She found herself leaning her neck sideways as he moved his hot warm mouth over neck again, and the heat running all inside her almost made the water splashing besides her feel warmer. She felt his fingers tracing inside her skirt, searching for the linings of her underwear, and finally heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone, as the force of his body over her made her seemed almost powerless and weak under him. The sound of the water splashing under them became louder, splashing harder between her sensitive legs as he lifted her skirt over her knees, exposing her naked soft thighs to the forceful rapping of the cold water.
She let out a sudden loud scream as she felt a great rush of pain enter her like a fiery blaze, her bare legs spread apart painfully as he plunged deep into her. She moved her arms over his neck and looked deep into his eyes, panting heavily as he looked back, but never stopping his rapid thrusting into her, his trousers pulled back to the end of his ankles. He laid both his hands over her, her hard erected breast laid pressed against him, vibrating vigorously as he pushed into her. Her sex was hot and wet as he plunged faster and deeper, and she could even feel the cool water being pushed inside her with his force. The water spilled into her like a wild raging river whose dam had suddenly collapsed. He kept his eyes on her, his hot sweat dripping over his face onto hers, being washed away by the angry lapping water of the lake. Water which almost drowned her yet she had never felt more alive, hating herself that she felt that way, hating it even more as she panted helplessly under him, panting with him, moaning with him, shaking with him.
Hermione tightened her embrace over his neck and pulled him closer towards her, pausing only for a brief moment to stare deep into his eyes and said coldly, “I hate you.”
“That’s okay,” he cried out exasperatedly between pants as he forcefully rolled her over in one swift push, throwing her over so that he was now under her and she laid straddled over him. The naked silhouette of her body shadowed the full moon behind, rocking over him madly, as he held her behind and guided her movements, her soft drenched skirt still hanging over her waist on top of him. He moved one hand to her neck and pulled her down, the other hand fondling her breast, feeling the warmth of her panting as she thrusted wildly on top of him - and he managed to add in a faint excruciating whisper, “…I hate you more.”
There can be no true hate if there is no greater love. Their blazing hatred for each other fuelled their need to hurt the other, wanting, needing, desiring, devouring, ravaging, as the entire starless night bore witness to the two sinful souls and she felt him quivered under her, shaking madly, her hard breasts jiggling each time he moved up and down from under her. Her hair was wet and heavy, messily hanging over one side of her face, hitting his face as they moved hungrily with each other. He sat up to face her, his wet body pressing against her naked hard breasts, the water splashing louder as he moved her forcefully over him, penetrating his length deeper and faster into her, the pain so unbearable, the heat so uncontrollable he had to suck on the water on her smooth skin to scorch the flame. Draco pulled his top over his head furiously, not wanting to miss the warmth of her lips for another second, and when their lips met again, he moved her harder and harder over him, her legs shaking each time the hot flesh of her thighs hit hard against the water and finally onto his strong firm legs.
Her pants resonated loudly in the heat of the night as his sweating toned body pushed against her jiggling hard breasts. The flame was racing in both their veins and his groins felt on fire. The thin willows along the bank of the lake moved wildly as if blown by the force of their thrust. He grabbed her behind so tight his fingernails pierced into her skin and small traces of blood oozed slowly into the water below, moving her quicker and quicker over him, tasting her tears and sweat that ran down to his lips against her face. Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as she screamed out even louder and he thrusted higher and higher into her, each time shaking all her muscles even more and she felt the unbearable heat and spasm which melted everything in her. Draco could not stand the torture any longer and bit her hard on the soft spot below her neck, his teeth piercing into her skin and drawing out her sweet blood as his entire body shook under her, erupting all the hot gushing liquid into her like a fountain of sin and her own entire body quivered uncontrollably when she felt his release and she came, hard and loud, collapsing onto his shoulders with a sudden cry of exasperation.
Hermione fell onto him as she crouched over him, panting loudly and breathlessly as he leaned back against the surface of water on the shallow bank of the lake, the wavering reflection of the bright full moon dancing besides them. For a long moment, everything was motionless if not for the faint sound of the waves crashing on the distant shores.
Draco pulled up his head, his wet hair dripping beneath him, and saw her rubbing the dark mark on his left arm furiously with the water below, her eyes wet and swollen. “What are you doing?” he whispered to her.
“It won’t come off!” She cried back to him, still rubbing madly at his mark with the water, rubbing so hard he felt his skin chafed beneath her finger as she gasped for air between her own loud sniffling. He felt his chest wet not from the water of the lake but from the outpour of tears from the set of eyes he loved.
Draco leant back down on the ground and placed his arm over his eyes, letting out an almost indistinguishable soft sigh which revealed a tinge of sadness behind his usual cold eyes. He could only lay there in silence listening to her cry for what seemed an eternity of pain.
He waited but she never stopped crying. The sound of the first morning gull flapped its wings across the surface of the water at the first break of dawn and he had to go. He leant forward and kissed her gently on her forehead as she froze upon his touch, and his lips lingered on her forehead ever so slowly, as if to cherish the sweet succulent taste of her skin one last time, only finally pulling his soft lips away to whisper against her, “Goodbye, Hermione.”
And he got up and waddled noisily through the water, leaving her exposed and naked in the water at the first purple light of dawn.
Draco ripped her shirt of ferociously revealing her bare naked shoulders. As he pushed against her, tearing pieces of clothing between them hungrily out of his way, their bodies made up for the long years they had been deprived of their unquenchable desire for one another. They moved furiously towards the ruins of Hogwarts and he rammed her against a charred brick wall of what was once a classroom wall, the burnt red brick jutting painfully onto her bare skin, pain which ran like electricity from her back to her heat beneath her as his fingers quickly found their way there. She tossed up her head up, her hair wildly getting into his face, as he kissed her neck passionately and missed every taste of her. His searing mouth sucked every drop of sweat on her pearl skin as she began to moan softly under him. He spread her legs open suddenly and jammed himself between them, wrapping her legs around his own as she pulled his shirt over his head. Her body rose and fell rapidly with her breathing as he squeezed her hard firm breasts between his strong fingers. The wetness between her legs began to heat themselves on her thighs and joined the sweat droplets which had trickled down from her breasts. He threw her up quickly and pushed himself into her further with one quick thrust while she slid painfully down the sharp edges of the ancient bricks, pressed between his hard sweating firm body and the wall behind.
Hermione let out a loud cry of pain as she felt him broke into her and a large drop of tears welled up under her eyes. They panted against one another as he continued thrusting faster and faster against her, hurting her, but her wanting this for all the years she had missed him inside her. His face against her, he gazed deep into her eyes, the reflection of his own eyes shaking furiously in her each time he pushed deeper and deeper into her. A big drop of tear rolled down her cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb as he kept his dark silver eyes against her own and forced himself even faster into her, her bare legs squeezing themselves even tighter around his waist as he held her firmly, and their tangled bodies radiated with the hot sweat against this humid night.
Draco held one of her hand over her head, pressing it firmly against the wall as he moved downwards and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked it ravenously, licking every drop of her that seemed to permeate from her skin. He trailed his tongue around the curves of her breasts to the other nipple as he moved sideways within her so her body died with the blend of conflicting sensations she was experiencing. When his tongue finally found the other nipple, it did not sucked it moistly like it had done to the other, but twirled around it tortuously so that she opened her eyes and gasped out in an uncontrollable fit of desire, imagining the hot scorching flames at the stake burning her alive for her sins. Her sins of falling in love with the enemy. His tongue finally traced their ways to the soft skin above her delta and moved his hot wet lips over them, drawing on every sore spot of skin he came across until she moaned out his name to the dark night who witnessed the uniting of their blazing desires.
“The war is far from over,” he whispered to her, as he moved his face up to look at the tortuous expressions behind her eyes.
She turned away as he returned his hot soft lips onto the skin beneath her ear. His words felt cool besides the hot deep thrusting of his hardness into her. Panting loudly, she barely managed to answer back, “I know that.”
He brought his hand up over hers and locked his fingers tightly against her own, thrusting faster and faster into her and breathing hard and hot onto her shoulder, her hair dripping with sweat and the heat of the night until their bodies finally surrendered and melted into one.
His release was more powerful and forceful than ever, hot thick liquid gushing into her until they joined the fiery blood flowing wildly through her veins. Panting heavily, they fell onto the ground, and she crouched over him, still shaking vigorously from the explosion of his desire deep within her, breathlessly staring into his wide open tired eyes like many years before.
“Promise me you’ll leave this time,” he said softly as he caught his breath and weaved his hands into her wet sticky hair behind her neck, never once taking his eyes away from hers.
“Only with you.”
His kiss sealed their promise of immortal love until the end of time.
Original Author’s Note: Hi! This is a response to challenge from a Draco-Hermione “Sleeping With The Enemy” yahoo group, which asked for a songfic challenge to the song “My Immortal” by Evanescence. This story is a short break from my fan fiction “Eight Nights of Awakenings” also on this site. I apologize for not having updated that story for a long time, however, my father has been critically diagnosed with cancer and has since then been in the hospital. I am going through a very emotional traumatic experience and came across the song, and listening to the song inspired something deep within me, and I wrote this songfic furiously while still at the hospital. This song was very beautiful and touching and I found some meaning and comfort in such a difficult time. I hope that I will be able to transcend the meaning of the words of the song and pass it on to many of you. Many of the lines and scenes from this songfic have been borrowed or inspired by future chapters of “Eight Nights of Awakenings”, although in essence the plots are very different. By the way, if you want to, listen to the song “My Immortal” as you read this because that’s usually how I like to read my songfics. I hope you enjoy this and please read and review. I appreciate all your comments.
Edited Author’s Note: My father has since passed away since the first time I posted this story. This story will always have a special place in my heart as it was completed and posted exactly one day before my father left us and was written with the purest of my sincere and intense emotions during the traumatic circumstance. This story was written with a plea for hope and beauty in this world, and after all this time, I would still like to pass on this hope to everyone who may be in need of it.