This Bitter Earth

THIRTY ONE

A/N: This Bitter Earth was only supposed to be 21 chapters. I had it all planned out, but... here we are at chapter 31. Oh well. At least you're here with me. And I thank you for it. From the bottom of my black heart, I thank you. And this chapter is my way of doing it.

Wink wink.

Soundtrack- "I Found" by Amber Run (this is the song that convinced me to write Dramione again) and "Darkness, I'll Always be Your Girl" by R. Missing

THIRTY ONE

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He watched her. His eyes were dry and he needed to blink, but Draco wasn't going to take his eyes off her. Not for one fucking second.

The bitch had gotten better at her tricks. After his mind had broken, and she had broken into it, he was sure she rifled through all his memories and... perfected herself.

Because, fuck, she was perfect.

She moved like Granger, acted like Granger, fucking smelled like Granger. The whole cabin was filled with a sweet cinnamon and vanilla mixed with the smoke from the fire and it made his stomach growl.

It made his dick hard too, but he wasn't paying attention to that. Not right now. Draco pressed it down with his palm only to have to strain back up, trying to...to get to her.

It shouldn't. It never got hard for her before, but maybe that was because...

No. No, no no.

Hell no.

He wasn't going to even think it.

But he was.

Without his white walls, Draco wasn't able to hide anything anymore, not even from himself and goddamn it he couldn't help but wonder was that...

Granger?

Hermione?

"Draco?"

He was staring so hard at her, he hadn't even really noticed that she was looking back at him.

"Are you hungry?"

Yes, he was fucking hungry. He had never felt like this before. Not even when he hit a growth spurt at 13 and started stealing food from the Great Hall like Crabbe and Goyle just to keep the ache at bay. He was starving and his body felt like he had just gone through an entire season of Quidditch training in one day. Every part of him was sore and worn.

Everything hurt.

But nothing hurt quite like the deep ache inside of him because it had nothing to do with his physical body.

It was her.

He wanted her.

More than just a want, it was like a force of nature, drawing him into her and he could fight as much as he wanted, but he never got any further away than he was now.

"I can make—"

He turned his head towards the wall, letting it fall into the corner he refused to move from unless he knew for sure that she was sleeping.

Had she slept before?

He didn't think so. But, maybe he... He didn't fucking know.

Draco pushed his head harder into the wall.

He heard her sigh and from the corner of his eye saw her run her fingers through her hair, making it even messier than it was before.

It looked like it did when he had her on her knees, cock in her mouth and his hands holding her head down on him.