𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | Dramione

Chapter 16

February 2 2000

I can't remember
the last thing I said to you
i'm sorry
I want to
but you don't either
it's fine
I hope you remember
when i'm gone.

~

The moment felt endless. Hermione tasted the fire whiskey on his tongue, saw the fury behind his tight brows, and felt the lust-filled frenzy entrancing him.

Draco deepened their kiss, nipping at her bottom lip possessively in between breaths. He ran his fingers through her hair, tightening his fist around her curls. He broke off the kiss only to reach for the juncture of her neck and suck on her pulse point. Her breath hitched as she angled her head back, letting him place open mouthed kisses along her body.

She rolled her hips, observing the reaction it caused. Like a panther and his prey, Draco wrapped his arms around her body— and she wrapped her own around his neck. They were pressed up against the wall now as his kisses became sloppier, rougher. It was possessive; an angry lust-filled couple. Couple. Not exactly. It was Draco Malfoy, drunk and alone and Hermione Granger, drunk and available on a Friday night.

Draco kissed the most sensitive part of her, the skin behind her ears. Hermione let out a small moan, erasing the thoughts that ran through her head.

He held back her hair, arching her neck to reveal more of her as he slid his fingers, tracing along her clavicles, toward her breasts.

As he came up for air, he reached for her cheek with his thumb, rubbing a soothing pattern that sent shivers down her spine. Hermione ran her hand over his jaw, grazing over his cheekbones. Draco pressed his forehead against hers, cursing under his breath.

She whimpered as he rolled his hips under her, leaving her mouth open for his tongue to slide in.

He was like forbidden fruit. Tasted of sin and firewhiskey.

Hermione ran her hands over his shoulders, gliding them down his shirt over his scar. Her thumb rubbed gently over the crimson skin as she paused to examine it fully. He groaned into her neck, the sound vibrating in her ears.

Draco flicked her hand away, slamming back into her mouth as she lost her breath. He was still holding her hand, intertwining his fingers around hers. 

His other hand slithered down her shirt, lifting off the strap of her bra. His fingers cupped her breast, rolling over the nipple. Her body shuddered as she threw her head back, arching her neck so that Draco fit perfectly in the nape of it, peppering kisses as he continued the motion.

The voices were telling her to stop— to break away— reminding her who he was and what he was about to do if she let him.

But her heart pumped the blood from her head down to her stomach, twisting it into a tight knot.

Not the same knot she was used to. Something different, warmer—

She had never felt like this before. Ron had made it quick whereas Draco was taking his time, kissing her body.

The same one he'd once dismissed as scrawny.

And she wanted to cry, not because she was sad or angry. But because she realized it wasn't her that was making him moan and curse. It wasn't her making him leave bruises on her neck. She could have been anyone— could have been Pansy or some girl in fifth year— for a meaningless shag. She was anyone— no one to him.

Because Draco Malfoy was broken, abused—vulnerable and she was there. Always there.

But she was also broken and no one was there for her.