𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 37

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It was a cloudy morning.

Rain gently drizzled from the bleak sky as Hermione stirred awake, cold and alone beneath his bedsheets.

Even while her hand subconsciously rested on her cheek, she dreamed of his soft touch.

Whenever he was forced back into his death eater mentality, forced to hurt her, all she ever wanted was to be held.

But every single time, it would force him away again.

Her feet planted on the wooden floorboards, walking quietly towards the door as it opened with a soft creak. He was on the crimson sofa, staring into the fire as she took a box of cereal from his shelf, pouring it into a bowl followed by a splash of milk.

With the bowl in hand she sat down next to him in silence.

"Are you alright?" She whispered, looking up at him with worried eyes.

He didn't answer.

"Draco-"

"I'm fucking angry, Granger," he spat, making her jump back slightly. She could see it in his eyes, pure infuriation.

"I never wanted any of this to happen, I never get what I fucking want, he won't let me," he snarled, the veins in his neck visible, fists clenching as his nails dug into his palms, "I never wanted you to be tangled in this mess, I was told to save you, not-"

The remainder of his sentence simmered.

"Well... what do you want?"

Draco stilled, brows furrowed in thought. He didn't know what exactly he wanted, he hadn't had the opportunity to want anything since Voldemort had robbed him of his freedom.

"I just want—" he grimaced, sowing his mouth shut.

"What do you want, Draco?" She asked quietly to calm him, tracing the scar on his cheekbone with her fingertips, "It's alright, you can tell me."

You.

"I want—" he stopped, gaze on her as she sat, staring up at him with big, surprised eyes. He was unable to speak, form words or thoughts. He merely knew what he felt.

Hunger.

He couldn't answer, standing from the sofa, out of her grasp.

"I want you," she called after him desperately, "I know it's difficult, and our situation isn't ideal. And I know you hate having to follow their orders. But I don't care how complicated this gets, I want you, Draco. Only you."

She watched him still, muttering a curse beneath his breath. That was his push over the edge, an edge she had helped him reach.

Her cheeks blushed scarlet when he finally spoke.

"I fucking crave you, Granger."

He stormed over to the sofa with eyes halved in lust and anger, pressing his mouth against hers, ravaging her plump lips with aggressive, hot headed kisses, hands gripped around her cheeks so tightly she thought her jaw might crack in half.

A soft moan burst from her throat as his lips trailed down her neck, sucking on the flesh of her collarbones. His hands were cold, slowly drifting from the dips of her waist to her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart, just enough to nudge his knee between them.

"I will never hurt you again," Draco murmured, repeatedly kissing her cheek that was still slightly wounded and raw, "If they give me any more orders against you—" he reached for the band of her cotton shorts, pulling them down her legs, "—I swear on my Mother—" he gently squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs, "—I will kill every last one of them."