Blood Bound

Chapter 24 - Sola Tempore

They were sitting in their common room together late Friday evening, taking advantage of some time alone before Harry and Ron were due to arrive early the next morning. Draco had his head in her lap and Hermione absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair while she levitated a book in front of her. She looked down at the wizard below her, his eyebrows were slightly scrunched in concentration as he followed the small snitch that was flitting around the room with his eyes.

There were these moments, she noticed when she would watch Draco. For the most part, he would appear cold and restrained, with his mask so firmly in place that even his words would sound detached. Every once in a while, though, his eyes would light up just the tiniest bit, and he’d smile more than his cocky smirk, or he’d say something, and his voice would sound less hollow.

Hermione knew that this coldness was his occlumency shields. Kaa said as much. The little imaginary snake in her head had taken to talking to her since she wouldn’t let him out of his cage. But that was an entirely different issue. Whenever Draco was around, Kaa would get more subdued and just curl up on one of his branches as opposed to how he would slither in circles around the walls when she was with others. According to the little menace taking up residence in her sanity, Draco’s occlumency walls omitted a ‘stay the fuck away’ aura.

It would make sense if he kept his walls up around her, but it was actually the other way around. When it was the two of them, a bit of warmth would sometimes seep through, but when she observed him in classes and during prefect duties his walls would be so strong that he radiated cold.

“I know I’m handsome love, but you haven’t turned the page in over 5 minutes. Am I distracting you?” His voice broke her away from her thoughts. She felt her cheeks heat up at being caught staring, and he smirked knowingly.

“I was just thinking...” she answered, trying her best to sound nonchalant. He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

“What were you thinking about so intensely that it interrupted your fascinating reading of” he craned his neck off her lap to read the cover of the book levitating in front of her “Domestic versus wild potion ingredients… really? This is what you read in your free time? Do you own a fiction book?” he teased her, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Don’t even try” she half-heartedly shoved him, prompting him to sit up and settle on the other end of the sofa facing her. “We both know you’re going to ask me to tell you all about it when I’m done reading.”

“Fair enough,” he conceded “but seriously what were you thinking about? I could hear the gears turning in that big brain of yours.” Hermione wrung her hands in her lap and fidgeted nervously, causing Draco to cock his head and raise an eyebrow at her expectantly. She wanted to ask him more about his occlumency, but in the past when they’d talked about it, he’d been less than pleased about the topic of discussion. After half a minute of internal conflict, her curiosity won out.

“I was actually thinking about you.” She hedged tentatively.

“Well yes, I gathered that by your staring, care to elaborate?”

“I mean I was just wondering -and we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to- but I was curious because I’ve noticed in the last little while that you well, you-“ He cut off her nervous rambling.

“Just spit it out love”

“why-do-you-occlude-all-the-time?” the question tumbled out of her mouth in one breath, so quickly she thought that maybe he wouldn’t understand her words. She knew he did though, she watched his occlumency walls go up stronger than ever; his eyes hardened into a flat stormy grey, and Kaa curled up into a tiny little ball in her head, burrowing under the moss to hide from the cold radiating off of him.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Granger.” He answered shortly, turning his attention away from her and back to the snitch that was still whirring around the common room.

“Don’t treat me like an idiot Draco,” she snapped at him “I know more about it thank you think. I can feel your walls they’re so bloody thick. Not to mention that even if I wanted to ignore it, Kaa won’t shut the fuck up about them or you.” His head snapped back to look at her then, his eyebrows crinkling thoughtfully.

“What the hell is a Kaa?” he asked seriously. Hermione snorted humorously at the look of confusion on his face.

“Kaa is my snake, the magic. It’s like a little pet, so I named him.” She shrugged and watched as his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“So, you named your magical imaginary snake?” he clarified slowly, his voice enunciated the same way it would if he was talking to a child.

“Yes, and no I’m not barmy, well maybe a little but stop looking at me like you want to send me to St. Mungo’s” she scowled at him, watching as he consciously attempted to school his expression.

“And this imaginary snake… he talks to you?”

“Oh yes he’s always got tons to say, it’s like spending time with Ginny but with less sexual innuendos.” She laughed lightly until she noticed the look on his face, which caused her laughs to die in her throat.

“That isn’t normal Granger, magic is sentient but only as an extension of your subconscious, like with accidental magic. It shouldn’t be able to take on a personality of its own, even if you have manifested it as a creature.” It was her turn to hear the gears turning over in her mind. So Kaa talking to her wasn’t normal.

Of course it’s not normal his familiar voice hissed in her mind nothing about you or any of this is normal. You’ve caged me in here, just let me out.

“He’s talking right now isn’t he?” She heard Draco ask, his voice sounding slightly farther away than it should.

“Yeah, nothing new just the whole ‘let me out’ spiel.” She shrugged, not all that concerned despite the look on his face. “Honestly Draco it’s fine, I’ll take Kaa nagging me every once in a while over the onslaught of every single person’s thoughts any day.” He didn’t look reassured by her words, but he did let it go. With a smile she held out her hand and wordlessly summoned a bottle of liquor from her room for the two of them, followed by tumbler glasses from the kitchen.

“What are we drinking?” he eyed the bottle of green liquid suspiciously. “That most certainly isn’t firewhiskey or your muggle tequila.”

“Nope, we’re trying something different tonight.” She declared as she uncorked the bottle and poured a generous amount in both glasses before handing him one. “This is called absinthe. It’s muggle.”

They both took long drinks from their glasses, savouring the burn of alcohol for a moment.

“What’s with the sudden change in drink? You’ve been slowly converting me to tequila for weeks now.” She shrugged and took another long sip from her glass.

“I wanted to switch it up, plus I thought you’d appreciate the Slytherin colour scheme.” He took another sip, as did she.

“Green is my second favourite colour” he agreed, finishing the last of his glass before he set it aside and pulled her into his lap. Hermione shifted so she could face him with one leg on either side of his body, winding her arms around his neck.

“Yes, well the only muggle alcohol that they make in blue is far too sweet and sugary for either of our tastes, so you’ll have to settle for green.” She felt an arm belt around her lower back and pull her closer until their chests were pressed flush against each other. He tucked his face into the junction of her neck and placed a kiss against the sensitive skin there.

“I think I’ll manage” he spoke into her neck before he bit down hard enough to smart but not break the skin, before soothing the sting with a lave of his tongue. She rolled her head to give him better access to her neck as she levitated the glass in her hand to the table. Her now free hands traveled up so her fingers could tangle in the hair at the base of his neck.

“You know, I just realized you never answered my question earlier.” She said, feeling his ministrations on her neck halt as he pulled away to look at her face.

“Yes, I’m quite aware of that. It was intentional.” He told her flatly, his eyes hard but the smirk still present on his lips. She narrowed her eyes playfully and looked at him expectantly. She felt as one of his hands slid from where it was resting on her lower back up her spine so it was cupping the back of her neck.

She opened her mouth to say something in response, but before she could his hand had fisted into the hair at the base of her neck and wrenched her face down to press their foreheads together.

“If you continue talking,” he growled, “I’m not opposed to using a silencio, or maybe I’ll find something else to occupy your mouth, if you’re so eager.” His eyes were molten and his pupils black pools, Hermione felt something in her stomach twist deliciously at his words and she failed to suppress the whimper that crawled up her throat.

His other hand travelled from her waist down underneath her skirt to rest on her hip bone below the waistband of her knickers. He didn’t roam, but the rough feel of his calloused hands on her sensitive skin set all her nerve endings alight.

“Did you like that idea sweetness?” He asked with a knowing smirk. She blushed furiously and nodded. “You like when I treat you like a dirty little whore? Is that it?”

Hermione was about to retort smartly, when she remembered his early threat of silencing her, so she settled for biting her lip and nodding again. His smirk broke into a broad cocky grin, and he chucked before he released his vice grip on her hair and stroked it gently.

“You listen so perfectly love, well done” he cooed approvingly. If her knickers weren’t already ruined, they most definitely were now. She spread her knees slightly wider, allowing herself to settle onto his lap instead of hovering above him. Hermione could feel the hard proof of his arousal pressing against her. She rolled her hips a few times, earning her a low groan from him as the hand on her hip tightened its grip. She brought their faces together to capture his mouth as her hands attempted to blindly undo his belt and trousers.

His hand twisted the waistband of her knickers around his fist and he whispered an almost silent diffindo against her lips. She felt the material shred and fall away from her body. He wasted no time with teasing tonight, which she was thankful for. She gasped against his mouth when she felt him push two fingers inside of her, gasping again when she felt the cold ridges of his signet ring push against her inner walls.

Losing patience with his trousers, Hermione settled for simply vanishing them from his body, leaving him sitting in just his pants which were easy enough to push down his hips. Detaching her mouth from his, she moved down to suck on the sensitive skin behind his jaw as she took his length into her hand.

Hot velvet over hard steel in her hand, she used her thumb to spread the beads of precum that had gathered at the tip over his head before she firmly pumped her hand up and down a few times, making a point to twist her wrist on the down-stroke. When his hips started to buck up to meet her motions, she pushed his hand away from her body and lined his head up with her entrance.

Pressing her lips against his once more, Hermione sank herself down onto him in one thrust. They both groaned loudly into each other’s mouths as he bottomed out inside of her. She brought her hands up to brace herself against his shoulders as his hands came up to her waist to guide her movements. She lifted herself up slowly, and then dropped back down onto him once again. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the common room accompanied by their moans.

“Fuck love,” he groaned against her neck in between leaving hickeys on her skin “I’ll never get tired of how tight you feel around my cock.” He bucked his hips up to meet her and the change in angle drew a moan from her. He removed his hands from her waist long enough to vanish her blouse and bra before his hands were gripping her arse, guiding her movements to match his.

His lips latched onto her nipple, and she twisted her fingers into his hair to hold his face to her chest, relishing in the feel of his teeth rolling the sensitive bud between them. She was close. She could feel it, pressure winding tighter and tighter. Just when she thought she was going to tip over the edge, Draco pulled her up and off of him.

She opened her mouth to complain but in a flash of movement she was standing with her chest pressed against the back of the sofa, her head resting on top and her ass up in the air. His hands wrapped around her hips and lifted her up, so she was standing on her tiptoes. In one thrust he was inside of her again, hitting that spot behind her belly button more aggressively than before, her broken gasps and moans became one long incoherent sound as he fucked her aggressively.

“I’ll never get tired of this view darling, the sight of you taking my cock, loving every second of it. You take it so well, like you were made for me.” Each word was enunciated with a thrust as his pace picked up, the sound of his skin colliding with hers drowning out everything else. She felt a hand snake around her body and two fingers encircle her clit.

One press of his fingers to her sensitive bud was all it took to push Hermione over the edge, with a high-pitched moan half-muffled by her face being pressed into the leather of the sofa, her entire body tensed and her back bowed aggressively. Her walls clenched around him repeatedly as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her body, curling her toes and causing her eyes to momentarily roll back into her head.

He came moments after with a few more quick thrusts before he stilled. With a stifled moan, he came inside of her still twitching cunt before he pulled out. Both of them collapsed onto the sofa winded and sweaty. With a shared look and a satisfied laugh, Draco picked her up bridal style and carried her into his room.

“G’night love” he whispered into her ear as he pulled her back to press flush against his chest.

“Night Draco.” She mumbled sleepily, barely summoning the energy to evanesco the evidence of their activities from both of their bodies before she let sleep claim her.

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Wake up.

“mmm no I’m sleeping go away” Hermione grumbled into the pillow sleepily, shoving her head further into the soft fabric to hide from the voice.

I’m bored, wake up.

“I said fuck off” she growled quietly, not moving her body an inch. Something pressed against her leg - a foot maybe? - and she heard someone say ‘shh’.

WAKE UP!

The yelling was in the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange this time, which was enough to scare away any remnants of sleep and cause Hermione to immediately jolt upright in bed in a panic. She quickly scanned her surroundings and upon seeing nobody in the room but a sleeping Draco, she allowed herself to settle back onto the bed and glare at the ceiling. Fucking Kaa She thought to herself grumpily, realizing what -or was it who?- had woken her up.

“Well? I’m fucking awake now, what the bloody hell do you want?” she angry whispered into the darkness of the room. The sun hadn’t risen yet, so it was probably only 7 in the morning or so.

I told you, I’m bored. The voice hissed inside her head. Can you summon me a mouse or something to play with for a while? It’s the least you could do since you won’t let me out. She rolled her eyes at the ceiling.

“If I give you a mouse or two, will you leave me alone so I can go back to sleep?” she whispered aloud. It was confusing talking to Kaa in her head, their voices would get mixed up. Although she probably looked like a loon talking to nobody.

Yes

“Bloody wonderful” she grumbled under her breath. Closing her eyes and picturing two small brown mice running around the enclosure with the snake. She felt, yes felt, Kaa purring -do snakes purr?- with glee.

“Who are you talking to love?” Draco asked sleepily. He opened one eye lazily to focus on her face.

“Nobody, the wind woke me up, so I just closed the curtain, let’s go back to sleep it’s still early.” She snuggled her body closer to his again and he slung an arm over her stomach. With a content sigh, Hermione closed her eyes and willed herself back to sleep.”

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Draco woke up Saturday morning to the sound of voices coming from his common room. At first, he figured it was just Granger with Weaslette, or Longbottom, or maybe even Nott. That was, until he woke up a little bit more and realized that Granger was still very much cuddling up beside him.

“Granger wake up” he shook her shoulders gently. She mumbled something incoherent and rolled away from him, shoving her face in the pillow and flicking her mass of hair into his face in the process. He shook her again. “Love, as adorable as you look when you sleep you really need to wake up. There are people in the common room, and as far as they know you’re not supposed to be in my bed.”

As soon as the words left his mouth her eyes popped open and widened in panic.

“It’s Ron and Harry” she whispered; her tone laced with horror.

“Well then you’re definitely not supposed to be in my bed” he smirked down at her. The idea of the weasel and four-eyes finding their golden girl in his bed was delicious. His fantasy was cut short by a sharp punch in the shoulder from a very angry looking witch who was scowling at him.

“Not even close to funny Draco. I’m only wearing a skirt, and I’m pretty sure the rest of my clothes are scattered around the common room. What the fuck am I supposed to tell them?” She was full-on panicking, tugging her hair at the roots and hyperventilating slightly.

“Relax Granger,” he soothed, running his fingers through the roots of her hair and pressing soothing circles over her scalp. “Here’s the plan; I’ll go out there and do my whole ‘make Potter want to hex me and Weasel-bee try to punch me in the face’ routine, and while they’re distracted you can sneak next door into your room.” Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to find a flaw in his plan before she finally assented with a nod.

“What about my clothes?” she asked worriedly after a moment.

“I vanished your top and bra and I’m pretty sure your knickers are resembling a shredded handkerchief.”

“Oh,” she laughed breathily “well I suppose that’s good, though I quite liked those knickers.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand new pairs if you let me rip them off you every evening.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal Mister Malfoy” she said seriously, extending her hand for him to shake. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her in for a kiss before he turned and climbed out of bed.

“And you Miss Granger, have a very short walk of shame to do, up you get.”

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