A Bellamort Tale

Part 39

Hermione slapped his upper arm.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" She scolded him and his smirk even widened.

"Oh come on, there are many worse things that could happen to us. Wouldn't you think?"

"Draco!"

"What? I told you that I've been in love with you for ages already. So of course I've been dreaming of marrying you, starting a family and stuff like that. Especially after I was told that mine and Astoria's father made a marriage agreement for the two of us. Just that I was very sure I would never even get close to simply stealing one single kiss from you. Being where we are right now... I know, I am rushing things, but I also know how short life can be especially when your home is overrun by death eaters and the dark lord himself."

"I do understand the way you feel, but still, Draco, it's... Come here, let me hold you for a while and let's just talk. Tell me about the things that bother you instead of being impulsive and doing things without thinking them through. Your parents don't even know about me being here, isn't that right?" The young, usually not very spontaneous girl asked him.

"So? The dark lord himself allowed it. Why should I fear my father's opinion? My mother holds my life and my happiness above everything. She might not like it but she will accept it, because I'll ask her to. I didn't ask you to marry me and start a family right away. I wouldn't feel bad if it would happen though, you understand?" The young man pleaded.

"Oh Draco, I... of course I wouldn't try to do anything against it if our carelessness had any consequences. But I wouldn't be exactly happy about it either. There are so many things I wanted to achieve before even considering a family of my own!" Hermione blurted out in a desperate tone.

"Can I kiss you?"

"What?"

"Can I kiss you? To prove my point, to calm you down and to just make you shut up. At least it made you last night." He grinned at her.

"I didn't ask you why you wanted to kiss me. I was rather wondering what made you think you had to ask."

"Oh, so if I had done this, without a warning..."

He leaned in and kissed her very softly, yet with much passion on her lips.

"Would you have liked it?"

"Hmm." Was her only response.

"How are you feeling overall just now? Is the pain in your arms and legs better? And what about the many scratches and bruises?" He asked her with concern.

"I feel a lot better actually. Whatever was in that ointment you put onto the wounds, helped them heal and eased the pain. Do you know what it was?" The witch pried.

He nodded.

"I know it exactly, as I brewed it myself. Snape helped me create this special potion, so I would be able to treat my injuries when I was at home. If you want I can show you when I brew it for the next time. I secured this recipe in my head with a special spell, so I can only remember it if I am actually doing the potion. It's my ticket to independence once this war is over. I don't want to live from my father's or both my parents' wealth. If I make my own money, I don't have to follow their orders any longer." Draco told her proudly.

Hermione stared at him in awe. Then, before he really was aware what was happening, she rolled him on his back and straddled him, seductively locking her lips to his, her tongue teasingly slipping in between. As she kissed him, she grinded with her still bare intimates along his crotch. His member jolted up in response and made her gasp. But she didn't pull away or react as if she was uncomfortable. Instead the young woman only increased her efforts, while she whispered.

"You're getting hotter with every word you say, Malfoy. First you start with arithmancy, then you want me to write an essay, a long one even and now... You've already made future plans. Real ones, I mean. Ron can't even think further than his next meal and Harry, though he wants to become an auror, his last grades were barely good enough to be allowed to continue the classes he needs for this. I want you now, Draco Malfoy. And I don't care about any spells or potions we could use. I am willing to take the risk with you, because you just gave me the proof that you are capable of living on your own and even to provide for your family. Not that I think you should be the one to..." He interrupted her.

"I get it, Hermione. You're an independent woman and I would never try to make you give up your dreams. I am man enough to let my wife provide for the family and instead take care of the house and the children. I know that you're ambitious, Hermione Granger. So if you would decide to continue to work, or in our case, finish your NEWTs first, I'd make it possible because I am deeply and madly in love with you. Maybe even before that ball. Maybe it was when you punched me. Your guts impressed me!" Malfoy muttered hoarsely.

"Oh fuck, Draco, you have no idea what you're doing to me when you say things like that!" The woman moaned and pressed her lady parts firmer against his erection.

The very aroused man groaned as he felt her fluids covering his member.

"Merlin's fucking beard. You're this wet because I already have a plan for my or rather our future?"

She blushed deeply but nodded and looked directly into his eyes.

"Don't feel flustered, love. If anything, it makes you even hotter. What you just said, about taking the risk, were you serious about that?" The by then even stronger aroused wizard asked.

"I think I was, though I start having doubts. Maybe I was a little overwhelmed by the things you told me.