Left Behind 3: Curses

Drunk Lust

Another long one guys, I hope you enjoying these double-ish length chapters. We only have a little while left inside Draco's head, though I hope you have enjoyed being here...

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Hermione's head reeled as she tried to process the new information coming at her. 

New being a relative term...because he had 'said' that he wanted her last night after Fred had left, but there was a big difference between someone saying something while frustraited and angry and getting to be inside their head to KNOW the volume and truth of their desire.

And it was there, all around them permeating everything. 

Be the good guy, she heard his memory echo. Do the right thing

Why? His mind demanded back. She's right here and willing. You can just blame it on the alcohol-you know that's what she'll do.

I would never hurt her like that.

"I don't think that's a good idea tonight Hermione," Draco said from above her "You're drunk and I've had a couple glasses myself."

Hermione knew what was coming next as she yanked Draco down to her again.  This time she didn't fight with her past, rather embraced it, wanting to have him close, wanting to pull him down, feel him there with her.

Fuck, she heard him think, she feels so good.

Just give in.

I can't, I can't hurt her.

Hermione felt the struggle coming off of the memory as much as she felt the tension in her Draco fighting inside his own body just as she had been only moments ago.

I don't want you to be hearing this, present Draco thought at her. His mental voice was hard. Push us out, he said. It's holding us here.

Hermione knew exactly what was holding them there now, it was-in part- the curse and its desire to torture Draco...and the other part was her. She knew they couldn't leave this memory because she was holding them there. It was unfair wanting to see what Draco had thought and felt in this moment.

Lust from the past echoed through them both as she pressed her body against his. She turned her face into his neck and inhaled.

"You smell good," she murmured into his skin, her lips feathering against his neck with each word. 

She felt the electricity crawl through Draco's skin at her touch. 

She felt his lust pulse through his whole system at her words and with her actions.

She could feel it singing through his veins.

She could feel the ache that he had felt in his dick.

He had wanted her more than he wanted to breathe.

Merlin help me, both past and present Draco echoed simultaneously as he trembled. 

Gods Hermione you're so fucking beautiful. You have no idea what you are doing to me, thought past Draco.

Hermione please, present Draco pleaded with her, but Hermione was too caught up in the moment to respond.

"What's wrong?" she asked, the words from the past popping out of her mouth as she pulled back.

What's wrong is that you are slowly killing me...

What's wrong is that I want what I can't have.

What's wrong is that I have the one person I want writhing in my arms and she's too damn drunk to consent.