Howlers (Dramione 18+)

Part 11

Chapter 11°.

He hand-fed her every last crumb until there was nothing left on her plate, there was nothing left in the kettle either when Draco went to pour her another cup, a few drops dripped from the kettle's spout, he frowned

"Did you want me to go and get you some more tea?"

He had brought her a tray of food enough to feed 20, she was beyond full

"No, no it's alright, thank you"

She felt so warm and full inside. Draco had her lay between his legs while he lavished her in apologies for being so rough, he gave her dainty shivering hand's small kisses every now and then he would massage between her knuckles to the point she could have moaned. As always, he took care of her; it was his own little way of justifying his own terrible actions... In all honesty, she didn't even mind it. She would let him do it again, and again as long as they ended up right here, with her nested between his legs while he soothed the burns that he had created in the first place, he acted as if he hadn't put the marks on her. As twisted as all of this was, it was her life now, and Hermione was tired, she was so tired of fighting, and there was no use in fighting Malfoy... Draco wasn't all that bad anyway, it was her who was messed up...

"Do you want me to get you anything else to eat?"

Hermione curled her knees up closer to her chest and rested her warm cheek against his pectoral. Draco just stared down at her with hooded eyes, for a moment he lost himself trying to make little connect the dot shapes using her freckles

"No, thank you"

Draco sighed against her hairline and stroked his hand up and down her back while the other hand rested in her palm, exactly where he was emotionally, in her tiny little palm, if she wanted, she could crush him and his tiny heart.

"What can I do?"

Hermione stared up at him blankly, she felt nothing when their eyes connected, yet Draco, he felt everything, he saw the woman he was fated by luna to love, and she was her captor the man she was stuck with for eternity

"Just don't leave"

His tiny heart swelled 3 times its size, he wished he owned a time-turner so he could listen to her say that forever and ever, he would bottle it and keep it close

"Never"

Never was a really long time

"Sleep love"

She was more curious to explore the crate he brought her, alas she was very tired, but she knew her curiosity was far more overpowering

"Could I please look at the photos before we go to bed?"

Anything, he'd give her bloody anything she wanted, he'd shoot himself in the heart if she wanted at that moment

Although he wouldn't actually tell her that, Draco wasn't naive, he knew she would tell him to pull the trigger straight away. Hell she'd pull the trigger for him

"Of course love"

Draco gave her one last peck on the cheek before lifting her out of his large lap as he stood, he took notice Hermione whimpered when they no longer touched. His wolf growled at him inside and told him to never let her go again. He brushed it off, Draco walked over and picked up the crate of junk, the wood was still fairly held together, he walked back over and placed it inside of her strange circle of blankets. Draco walked over to the dresser to change his clothes.

Hermione peeked into the strange wooden box and pulled out some old parchment, some were blank, other bits had scribbles and ink splotches on it, she dug deeper and pulled out a set of postcards in a little black wooden box, some were wizarding, others were muggle, the statue of liberty was printed on a few stamps, some were from America, some from Australia, others London... Hermione dipped her hand in again this time aiming for the middle, she felt something cold against her fingers, for a moment she thought it was a finger trap or perhaps a dagger, a dagger would be nice, her finger went in a loop and she pulled out whatever it was curled around her little finger, if only she knew it wasn't an object, it was a person