Our Beautiful Insanity

Chapter 22; Partners

A/N: Hey to everyone still reading this. I though id make this chapter a bit different, but I hope you like it. This chapter is inspired one of the edits I made on my dramione account on instagram, check it out if you want to. Its called dramioneed. Get it? DramioNEED, cuz we all ned dramione. ahhh sometimes I love myself, jk. Picture is an "old" edit of mine.

 X warning X, hardcore dramione makeout session.

Narrators (POV)

The room was filled with complete silence. The only noises made, came from the book pages, when one of the two was turning a page to the next one. The intensity of the pain that was filling their young bodies was so fierce that if either of them tried to move, they'd be killed by the emotions surrounding them.

The two lost souls were balancing on a thin tread of nothing. However, they both unwillingly knew how true passion felt like. How it can fill you up and make you feel complete. Not only, how it can make you see the world as if something is covering your eyes, making the other individual the only thing in sight. But also, how it can tear you apart, making you feel like the only safe thing is to run away; fast as hell and never look back. Passion is extremely terrifying, they both could agree on that. Indeed, neither one of them had signed up for this classic element. Either ways, it was a common belief among the two, that even though it was the most vicious element on the planet, it was still the most wonderful one.

Unwillingly breaking the silence, the blonde-haired person coughed to get her attention. Looking up, fear covered the brave Gryffindor's eyes. "I think I found something," he said softly, trying to stay calm in his words.

Focusing on her every move, she closed the book and moved over to where he was sitting. "What is it?" Her voice was echoing in his head, making him stare at her for a second before showing her the page.

"Draught of peace?" She questioned. "I haven't heard about that before actually," she continued.

"I haven't either; I suppose that means it's not very common. Surly that means we will get a good grade, right?" He asked her, observing her unique features, trying his best to remember each one of them.

"I suppose it will," she guessed. As she began to move away, something held her back. She looked down at her wrist, completely locked into his hands.

"Hermione" His words said.

No one could ever make her name sound as perfect as he could. He was not saying it as a question; it was more of a statement, or a commando. Telling her not to go, begging her to stay there with him.

She didn't remove his hands from her wrist, nor did she try to walk away. At one point, his hands removed themselves from her wrist, only to find their way to her back. Gliding his hands up her spine, he left shivers run throughout her body. Then, his hands brushed against her neck, while he whispered into her ear "close your eyes, princess."

She obeyed and closed her brown eyes while letting out a sight she had been holding in since she entered the room. His lips pressed themselves against her forehead, before he rested his head on her.

She dug her head into his chest while still holding her eyes closed. His hand were now caressing her jaw, brushing his gentle fingers against her sensitive skin.

She then felt a pair of soft lips brushing their way through her face leaving goose bumps wherever they touched. Softly, he pressed his lips on her neck, making her moan in pleasure. His tongue darted out and made his way so her collarbones. His lips were kissing her skin gently, making her feel so loved and so safe. He was taking all the time he wanted and needed. It was as if she was his favourite candy and he was using all the time in the world to save her as untouched as he could so he could keep her forever.

Although, inside she just wanted him to stop being gentle and just let go and forcefully kiss her. She knew that he was her devil, making her want to sin every second of everyday for the rest of eternity. Whereas she was his angel, making him want to stay true to all the goodness in the world.

She then leaned in against him, opening her eyes while placing her small hand on her face. She looked at his perfect pair of grey eyes, knowing she could not keep it together any longer.

Forcefully, she pressed her small lips on his, making him gasp in surprise. After getting over his shock, he let go of his thoughts. No right or wrong any longer. He was going to take his chance, to remember this forever.

He responded her kiss harshly, while placing his hands on the back of her head, pressing her as tight towards him as he possibly could.

His tongue was begging her for entrance and she gladly led him do as he pleased. They were now balancing over the line together, making no excuse to stop. His tongue played around inside her mouth, making her sight out of the pleasure he was giving to her. Hearing her sight in pleasure, he lifted her up on the table and started to kiss her neck once gain. Naturally, she ached her back and swung her head back, giving him more excess to her delicate skin.

Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, which he responded to with pressing himself even closer to her, if that was humanly possible. "HhhHemione," he groaned, making her shiver. "Mhmmm...I love you." There was no question in his words and she knew that powerful words like that meant a great deal to him, and he would not say that to anybody.

"I love you to."

Hearing her confess her love for his, he opened up her robe and threw it on the floor. His hands found their way to her hair, which he dug himself deep into. He then threw of his own robe, feeling their skin getting even closer to each other. His hands trawled inside her shirt and made their way to her back. The feel of her delicate skin against his hands was so sweet. Never would he ever be physically able to stop touching her. She was his favourite drought in the whole world. Never had he ever been warned of the danger a sweet touch could lead to. Honestly, he was undeniably glad hadn't been warned, cause what she was doing to his right now crossed the line of physics.

The kiss then softened. Neither one of them were no longer thinking. They were both moving in the way of nature. Despite knowing they should stop, the two kept going for what seemed as forever. It was unbelievable to her how perfect her shape fit with his. It made everything feel so natural and safe. There was no way she was running away now.

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