Chapter 20 - Quaestiones
When she finally managed to blink the white spots out of her vision and her wits slowly started to return to her, Hermione realized he wasn’t kneeling in front of her anymore. No, he was in front of her now, towering over her with a hungry look in his eye and the evidence of her orgasm glistening on his face still. Draco licked his lips clean and the moan that escaped from the back of his throat caused her blush to return with a vengeance.
They just stood there for a moment, Hermione’s legs still shaking with aftershocks and Draco’s chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily. His erection was pushed firmly into her hip where their bodies were pressed together, when she wiggled her lower body slightly he groaned quietly, and his fingers tightened their grip on her waist.
Spurred on by a flash of her Gryffindor bravery and emboldened by the evidence of his desire for her; she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and used the leverage to hoist both legs up onto his hips, quite literally climbing up the length of his body to crash their lips together. Draco’s hands came down to under her thighs before sliding up under her skirt to squeeze her arse. She ground her hips down onto his again, causing him to moan into her open mouth.
“Draco, bed” she broke their kiss long enough to pant the two words, and then her lips were back on his, their tongues tangling together as he carried her into the closer of the two bedrooms -his- without even bothering to break apart to look where he was going. Once he had kicked the door open and she’d waved it shut with a flick of her hand, he dropped her onto his bed only to join her a moment after. Her hands immediately worked to pull up the hem of his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor as he unbuttoned her blouse.
Once he’d successfully opened her shirt, he paused to stare down at her bra-clad chest, hands still holding the two sides of her shirt away from her body. His eyes roamed over her upper body for a minute before she squirmed uncomfortably under his intense stare. Seemingly snapping out of his reverie at her movement, Draco leant down and dragged his tongue from the centre of her cleavage up over the curve of her breast, just above the fabric of her bra. He repeated the action a second time, this time on the other side. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as the air of the room settled on her damp flesh.
When his mouth closed around one of her nipples through the thin material of her bra, Hermione lost all patience. Using her grip on his shoulders and the fact that her legs were already wrapped around his upper body, she rolled them both over until he was on his back and she was over him, straddling his waist. His hands gripped her thighs tight enough to leave bruises when she ground her hips down onto him, reveling in the feeling of his erection pressed up against her still-bare sex, Hermione leaned down to trace the lines of his chiseled chest with her mouth as she fumbled with the buckle on his trousers.
When she’d successfully unfastened both his belt and his slacks, she scooted her body farther down his, dragging her tongue down the contours of his abs as they flexed under the feeling of her hot breath. At some point he’d undone the clasp of her bra, and it was hanging down off of her shoulders, so she quickly slid it down her arms and tossed it away, along with her shirt.
Before she could pull off his trousers to join the rest of her clothes, Hermione found herself back on her back with Draco hovering over her. He’d kicked off his bottoms himself, and she could feel the weight of him pressing against her thigh as he kissed her hotly, he dragged her lip in between his teeth before he pulled away to look at her face.
“Granger I-“ he started but she cut him off before he had the chance.
“Shut up and fuck me already, please.”
“But what if-“ she cut him off again.
“We’ve already established that I want you. I’m not some innocent little virgin who wants you to ‘make love’ to me. I want you to fuck me Draco.” He just looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed in indecision. For someone so good at occlumency, he sure does have an expressive face she thought absently.
She pinned him with a serious look, or as serious as one could be while pinned to a bed.
“Do you want to fuck me Draco?” she asked him blatantly.
“Of course,” he answered immediately, looking caught off guard by her abrupt question.
“So, hurry up and fuck me Malfoy,” she paused, considering her next words before deciding to go for it “or I’ll have to go and ask Theo.” His lips lifted in a possessive snarl at her words, and he immediately hoisted one of her legs up onto his hip, spreading her legs in the process.
She felt him position himself at her entrance, and in one thrust he filled her completely, his hips slamming against the insides of her thighs with an audible clap of their skin colliding. She let out a pained moan when she felt the head of his cock against her cervix as he bottomed out inside of her. He didn’t wait, didn’t let her adjust to his size. He started pummeling into her at a bruising pace, one hand came up to wrap tightly around her throat and the other was up by her shoulder, holding his body up off of hers.
And fuck did it feel good. Mind blowing. Earth shattering. All those other words Ginny and the other girls would use when gossiping that she’d never related to before. He stared down at her face, his eyes were that molten silver again.
Any moans she wanted to make at the delicious combination of pain and pleasure escaped as broken rasps, her mouth dried from her attempts to draw in air despite his hand almost completely cutting off her airflow. Every time, he pulled out of her almost completely, only to fill her again with one harsh movement of his hips. Her nails dug into his biceps to the point where she could barely feel her fingertips.
As her body adjusted to him and the pain subsided into pleasure, her back involuntarily arched up off of the bed. Her hips grinding into his and her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every thrust. Hermione threw her head back, the crown of her skull thudding against the headboard with their combined movements and her neck straining against his palm.
She forced her eyes open to look at him. Draco was panting with exertion, his upper body gleaming with a slight layer of perspiration and his hair sticking to his forehead. Tilting her head, she looked between her legs to the point where their bodies met, watching his cock disappear inside her body repeatedly. She trailed her gaze upwards, appreciating the way his abdominal muscled flexed in the candlelight.
He was already looking at her face when she met his eyes again. Seemingly slightly lost in the moment, he growled at the eye contact. Spurred on by the prodding of her unintentional legillemency, the force and the speed of his movements increased and they both moaned when her walls clenched around him.
She was close, she could feel her orgasm building again in her abdomen. Coiling tighter and tighter with every movement like a red-hot spring. His thrusts became more and more erratic as he got closer to his own release. When Draco brought a hand down between their bodies to circle her clit with his thumb, she screwed her eyes shut at the force of the wave of pleasure that wracked through her body.
“Open your eyes, I want to watch you cum.”
She opened them, looking at his face and the way his pupils had expanded so much his eyes looked like black orbs ringed with silver. Suddenly, he pushed her knee away from his body and up against her chest, his hand around the back of her knee as he changed the position of their bodies. From this new angle she could feel everything. Every vein, and the way his head pushed up against the inside of her pelvis. The new feelings, coupled with his continued assault on her clit was enough for Hermione to topple over the edge of her orgasm with a strangled moan. Her eyes rolled as her body stiffened, her toes curling and her fingernails digging into any part of his skin she could reach. Her vision spotted white again and her muscles were straining by the time she came down from her high.
Draco followed her not long after, his hips stuttering until he finally stilled, and she felt as he came inside her with a moan that he stifled into the crook of her neck.
Hermione’s eyes were already fluttering shut when Draco pulled out of her and settled onto the bed beside her laying on his stomach. He wrapped an arm around her body as he settled his head on her sternum below her still-bare breasts. Muttering a quiet evanesco to get rid of their combined release between her legs, Draco allowed his eyes to close.
He was almost asleep when Hermione said something in a whispered tone.
“Hm?” he mumbled sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes.
“I think you were right.” She repeated, her voice was soft and a little shaky, but he chalked it up to the two orgasms.
“I usually am love, what was I right about this time?” he still hadn’t opened his eyes or moved from where he was laying. He could hear her heart thumping wildly in her chest.
“I really don’t know you at all.” His eyes opened and lifted his head to look at her.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he shoved his growing panic behind his walls so he could focus. He sat up quickly, eyes scanning the length of her body for any marks. She shook her head at him, offering a small smile.
“No Draco I’m fine honestly.” She reassured him. “I just was realising, that we really don’t know each other. We went from exchanging glares and insults in the hallways to whatever we want to call what’s going on between us now. We skipped the middle part where we get to know one another.”
“Okay,” he propped himself up against the bedpost at the foot of the mattress, pulling the emerald comforter up to his waist to cover himself. “So, let’s get to know each other. I’ve no plans for the rest of the day, ask away.” She smiled at him, a big smile with teeth and all that pulled at something in his chest. He ignored it. She too sat up, crossed her legs underneath her, and gathered some of the blankets up around her body until she was mostly covered.
“Can we play twenty questions?” she asked eagerly, smile still plastered on her lips.
“Oh, it’s a muggle party game, usually there’s drinking but we can play without.” She explained.
“We can play with; I’ll get a bottle from my trunk and you can tell me the rules.” He picked up his wand and waved it quickly to accio a bottle of firewhiskey from his room. “So how do we play?”
“Basically, we each ask the other person ten questions -so there’s twenty in total- to get to know them better. It’s a drinking game because for every question you answer you have to drink.”
“Alright, I’ll go first.” He handed her the bottle. “I’ll even start easy, what’s your favourite colour?” She snorted a laugh before throwing back the drink, Draco was mildly impressed -but not surprised- when she didn’t so much as wince at the burn.
“Lilac, used to be red but now that reminds me of blood” he frowned, remembering the inside of her room was entirely decorated in red and gold. “I know, everything I own is Gryffindor pride.” She continued, and for a minute he worried she’d gotten inside his walls. “I just can’t bring myself to change it, being a Gryffindor is so much a part of who I am -or maybe who I was- that it feels cowardly to abandon the colour just because I have bad memories attached to it.”
No, his walls were still in place, she’s just clearly as smart with people as she is with books.
“Alright your turn,” she passed the bottle back to him and he took his first shot. He relished the way the warmth settled in his stomach and heated him from the inside out. “I’ll return the favour, what’s your favourite colour?”
“Not green?” She teased with a smirk.
“Believe it or not no, though it’s a close second. I used to watch the sky all the time at home since I had no siblings to play with. I’d watch the clouds in the daytime and the stars at night. So it’s blue, reminds me of when I was small and didn’t worry about anything other than if I got grass stains on my robes.” He shrugged, shoving away his nostalgia.
The two swapped questions back and forth for a while, by the time they got to question number 10, they were both thoroughly inebriated. Draco thought for a moment about what his last question should be, they’d mostly stuck to harmless facts like favourite food and first time they did magic, but he’d had a question stuck in his head for weeks, so he asked it.
“Why’d you come back to Hogwarts?” She cocked her head at him, scrunching her eyebrows together questioningly. “I mean, you literally saved the wizarding world. You could be halfway through auror training by now with the idiot-wonder-duo if you wanted to, why come back?”
“I don’t want to be an auror.” She answered softly, she was twisting her fingers together in her lap as she continued. “I never wanted to be the hero like Ron and Harry, I fought with them because they’re my best friends and I’d never have forgiven myself if I didn’t. I don’t want to spend my life chasing dark wizards and dodging curses, I want to be a normal witch. I fought my war and I like to think that entitles me to a life of mundanity.”
He tilted the bottle towards her in a salute -figuring no words were better than any he had to offer- before he took his final shot, which also happened to be the last of the bottle.
“Why do you wear the arm band?” she asked him softly, as though she was scared of his reaction to her question. Draco choked on the alcohol he was swallowing when she asked and spluttered a few coughs before she took mercy on him with an anapneo and a wave of her hand. Her wandless magic is impressive he thought absently as he caught his breath.
“You know why, everyone already thinks I’m nothing but a death eater, they really don’t need reminders.” He shrugged, a small pit of the self-hatred he locked behind his walls opening in his stomach.
“I don’t mean around everyone else Draco; you wear it all the time. I live with you and I’ve never seen you take it off, not to mention you have a tan line around the edge so I know you’ve been wearing it since the summer when you were on house arrest at the Manor.” She countered, not buying his half-truth explanation.
“You know, you’re too smart for your own good.” He pointed out, buying himself a moment to clear his head and steady his shaking walls. “If you must know however, I’ll tell you. I wear it because sometimes I don’t want to remember. It never faded you know, still looks the same. When I didn’t have the band, I would spend hours staring at it, hoping I could will it to fade or disappear. There’d be times I would try and remove it or cover it with magic, but nothing works. Sometimes I’d think it was moving again even though that’s impossible.” He took a deep breath, he’d never said any of this to anyone except his friends, all of whom also had the same mark. “It doesn’t hurt physically, but it’s burned into my actual soul and the dark magical imprint feels like this constant itchy presence under my skin, I just feel it less when I can’t see it.”
She slowly reached out to place her palm on the band over where his mark is, he could feel the heat of her palm and had to consciously force himself not to wrench his arm away at her touch. Nobody but him had ever touched his mark since the day it had been branded into his skin. She smiled at him, and the itch lessened a little bit more.