Dramione - The Sweetest Dream

Chapter 26

Draco woke up before Hermione.  Her breathing was rapid and she was sweating.  Her face was contorted with fear or anger, Draco wasn't sure.  She seemed to be crying something, a warning of some sort.  She began to sob, her body shaking with each breath. 

            "Hermione?  Hermione! Wake up, sweetheart," he shook her shoulder as he kept a hand on her head.  She opened her eyes suddenly and began to cry again, burying her face into his chest.

            "It's okay, sweetheart," he spoke into her curls.  "I've got you, I've always got you."  Her breathing began to return to normal, her tears began to dry.  She pulled her head away from his body to reveal that her eyes were pink and swollen.

            "Bad dream?"  He smiled sadly as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.  She nodded.

            "I don't know why, I wasn't even thinking about Belatrix when I went to sleep.  It was the farthest thing from my mind..." She shook her head. 

            "It was probably just in the back of your head.  You've had to think about it so much lately."  He had left his hand on the side of her face when he had tucked away her unruly hair.  He stroked her cheek with his thumb.

            "I love you, Draco."

            "And I love you, Hermione."  He leaned in to kiss her softly. 

            "How about you sleep some more?  I'll be right here and I'll wake you up if you look like you're having a bad dream again, alright?"  He planted a kiss on her forehead.

            "Alright," she was hesitant, but obliged.  Draco knew that her nightmare was of Belatrix torturing her.  It took every ounce of control for him to not get out of bed at that moment and kill his aunt.  But he loved Hermione too much.  He could never leave her side.  So he lay behind her, wrapping his arms around her frail body as he felt her fall asleep.

            An hour later, she woke up.  Without saying a word, she reached back and kissed him gently.  He began grinding against her from behind while kissing her mouth, neck, and any place he could reach.  He slid himself inside of her to hear a soft moan emerge from her lips.  His large muscles bulged with every deep and slow thrust.  It was so different from last night's passion, but it was just as satisfying. 

            "I love you, Draco," she panted.

            "I love you, Hermione."  He continued to thrust, his hands wandering all over her naked body.  He took in every inch of her, as if he had never felt a woman's figure before.  He felt like he was relearning what sex was all about.  It had never been about connecting before Hermione, it was always physical.  This was something else; it truly was making love.

            When they finished, they lay in bed for a while before getting up to dress.  Smells of bacon, fresh pancakes, and tea greeted them as they walked down the stairs.  In the kitchen the teapot was pouring itself into beautiful china teacups as Narcissa stood with her wand flipping meats in a frying pan.  She smiled wickedly at them when they walked in.  Hermione knew that she was well aware of what her and Draco had done in bed.  Draco seemed to know this as well.  He blushed. 

            "Good morning, you two."  She winked. 

            Goodness, she is quite a woman.  Hermione thought.  She swore that Draco's mother knew everything that went on in her family.  Draco and Hermione sat down at the table.  Draco was still incredibly embarrassed, causing Hermione to chuckle.  She reached for his hand under the table.  Some of the color receded from his cheeks at her touch.

            "Any news on Belatrix?"  Draco said as he reached to fill his plate.  Hermione had already beaten him to the impressive breakfast display in front of them, her mouth full of pancakes and maple syrup. 

            "No, I haven't."  The three of them had playful banter throughout breakfast, clearing the table of food in front of them.  They sat at the table and talked after they had finished eating, forgetting about Belatrix for a while.  All of the sudden, Narcissa's face turned white and her eyes widened.  She stared out the kitchen window.  Hermione and Draco spun their heads to see what had captured her attention.  Just outside the wall of spells that Hermione and Narcissa had cast stood a figure with unruly black curls and a demented, disfigured body.  Hermione spoke under her breath,

            "Belatrix."