T R A I N E D T O S I N | dramione

Twenty six

The bed had felt cold that night. Hermione couldn't sleep. And for once, it wasn't the images of her dying friends that kept her awake, it was what she had just done.

What possessed her to say such a thing? He gave her an option. One she should have declined. But she hadn't. Hermione had asked, no ordered Draco to kiss her. And he had.

She doubted they would have stopped had he been summoned. Part of her was thankful for the interruption, she wasn't sure if she would have stopped.

She needed an explanation, something to ease her mind. But it was the middle of the next day now, and he hadn't come to see her, nor did she expect him to anytime soon.

Did he regret it? If he did then perhaps he would request she to be transferred to a different manor, even after the 'severe' convincing it had taken to keep her. Keep her.

The thought made her chest feel hollow.

But what made her whole body sting, was the fact that she didn't regret it. She would never leave Malfoy Manor. Never see her friends again in a scenario where she wasn't trying to kill them. And Draco was the only person she had left. A little bit of home. Even if he was extensively insufferable in Hogwarts, and now. He was still familiar, and her body craved familiarity more than anything. Except maybe the ache that still lingered somewhere between her legs. The ache that had sprouted when he climbed off her and left with nothing but a curse and a excusing to follow her into her hassled sleep.

Hermione paced across the room, arms crossed over her chest and eyes focussed forward.

The feeling of Draco's mouth against hers still stirred something inside of her stomach whenever her mind wandered to it. The memory of his body pressed against hers so vivid that if she focussed hard enough, it was almost as though he was with her again, pressing the space between her legs against him.

Hermione brought an absent hand to her neck, tilting her head as her light fingers grazed the skin.

The feeling was so new to her. Want. Need. And she wasn't sure how to deal with any of it. Especially not knowing that if he was to ask to kiss her again, her response wouldn't change. She would welcome the kiss like an old friend. Thrive in Draco's desperation mixed with hers.

Just as Hermione began to remind herself of the experience, the door to her room fell open, and her head darted on instinct towards it. But what she was met with was enough to drain her mind of everything.

Hermione paled, turning nearly as white as Draco's ivy skin as she took a step back, gaze remaining on the door.

Stood in the doorframe, was Lucius, a sinister smile stretched on his worn and withered face as he ordered the door shut behind him simply with the wave of his hand.

"I've been wanting to see you, miss Granger," he said, and her knees suddenly became weak, threatening to collapse with her weight no matter how light she was.

"But my son has a habit of hovering over the entrance to this wing. Makes it quite hard to reach you."
So where was Draco now?

As if he had plucked the thought from her mind, Lucius spoke again. "It seems to be my lucky day, though, because Draco is no where to be seen."

He laughed then, a deep low rumble with not the slightest bit of joy. Lucius stepped forward and Hermione's heart dropped.