𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 44

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She woke up buried beneath his arms the next morning, sun just rising above the horizon.

"Mmmh..." he groaned into her skin, stirring in his sleep as orange light illuminated the smoothness of his cheeks.

She shifted further into his grasp, resting her head against his chest as his eyelids fluttered open, running his fingertips through her curls.

This was their morning routine, but this time, they were tucked away in a Scotland safe house, stranded in the middle of a beautiful meadow filled with flower petals.

"How are you feeling?" His voice rumbled like gentle thunder through the flesh of her collarbone, melting like honey as he pressed a soft kiss to her jaw.

"A little bruised from the fall, but I'm okay," she answered quietly, allowing herself to sink into his beautiful eyes, so full of an emotion she'd once thought he was incapable of expressing.

His eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his forehead against hers, shivering as her fingers traced over his bicep where the tracker had messily been removed.

"It's not fully healed," she whispered, placing a tender kiss to his lips, "Let me stitch it for you."

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It'd taken Hermione twenty minutes to get him out of bed, let alone comply to allow her to heal his wounds.

He sat on a barstool, Hermione hoisted up on the counter besides him. His unbuttoned flannel was pushed down to his elbows, determination in her eyes as she stitched the string Blaise had provided into his flesh with a needle.

He winced with every gentle pull, soft apologies muttering out of her lips every time a noise would leave his throat.

"It's not my best work, but it'll do," she exclaimed, healing the rest with nonverbal magic.

"Thank you," he whispered, resting his hands on her waist in order to pull her into his lap, pressing another kiss to her lips with a soft grunt.

"You know," Hermione murmured playfully, adjusting herself against his hips so she was positioned above the bulge in his boxers, "I don't think I'm just bruised, from the fall. I think — I think I may have broken something.."

"Yeah?" his hands wandered beneath her shirt, up the fabric to cup her breasts in his hands, "You want me to make you feel better, Granger? Is that what you want?"

She let out a breathy moan as he sucked on the most sensitive area of her throat, shifting her up and down against his hips repeatedly.

"Yes — please."

"Please what, Granger?" He smirked against her skin, devouring her needy whines like sweet dessert, "How do you want me to make you feel better, hm? Do you want me to —" he hoisted her back onto the countertop, rubbing his fingers over her panties, the other holding her bucking hips steady, "—touch you like this?"

"Yes yes yes, please, right there-" she shuddered as his cold hand slipped into her underwear, dipping two fingers into her heat that was practically dripping onto the kitchen counter with arousal.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." he groaned, her needy eyes and bucking hips making him strain against his boxers, adrenaline flowing through his veins like wildfire as he picked up a steady rhythm.

"I'm too close, Draco," she whimpered, biting down on her lip hard, "Please fuck me, I — I need you."

Those words made his knees go weak, heart melting to the floor with anticipation.

"Such a dirty mouth, Granger..."

With no hesitation he stood from the barstool and pulled his boxers down to his knees, dragging Hermione in between his legs as he positioned himself between her pooling thighs.

She let out a gasp as he sunk into her warmth, steadily pounding inside of her tight cunt. He could see the apologetic look in her eyes as she began to flutter around him, already so close to the brink of her orgasm.

"Let go, Hermione," he whispered, holding her tight against his chest, hands wrapped around her waist, "Let go."

She collapsed against his shoulder with shaking muscles, a long cry leaving her lips as she came around his cock,  fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

"Fuck — Granger..."

She whined in overstimulation as he continued to pound into her with no mercy, eyes squeezing shut as his teeth grit in determination.

"It's too much-" she moaned shakily, tears streaming down her cheeks, body completely slack with exhaustion, "Draco please, I'm already-"

Before she could comprehend what had happened a second orgasm had overcome her, eyes rolling back as her moans fragmented in complete and utter astonishment.

He felt his own orgasm overcoming him, breathing staggered as stars begun to speckle his vision.

She was a blubbering mess by the time his cock had bursted with cum, burying his seed deep inside her flower.

"Holy shit, Hermione..." he muttered, trying to still her trembling thighs, still curled around his shoulder which was wet with her tears.

"That was-"

Before she could answer he'd pressed his lips against hers, hugging her to his chest in a protective nature.

"We should just stay here, Draco," she whispered as he scourgified her thighs and the kitchen counter with his wand, "Abandon it all. The plan, destroying the horcruxes."

"You and me against the world," he smiled gently against her mouth, humming as he pulled her back into his lap, resting his chin on the crown of her head.

"I don't want to leave. I — I don't want to do this."

"Neither do I," he murmured into her hair, sighing as she buried herself further into his lap, "I've never really had the world's best interests in mind, but there are people — your friends — still locked in those camps. We both made our oath to The Order. We have to do this."

It was their never ending escape from evil.

So they sat on the porch and watched what remained of the sunrise, Hermione resting her head on his shoulder as he looped a hand around her waist.

"Draco... Do you..." she drew in a breath, glancing up at him with blush tinged cheeks, "Do you feel what I do? For you?"

His lip tugged into a slight smile, squeezing her hand gently.

"I do, Granger."

The sun rose above the clouds.

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