Saving the Enemy

Chapter 20

*Warning: if any of you are uncomfortable with steamy scenes, do not read. It cuts off before they actually...you know...but read only if you are comfortable with heated make out scenes ;) *

Draco

    Draco doesn't notice Hermione coming home in the wee hours of the morning, looking so tired and exhausted from worry and lack of sleep. He is too consumed in tears for Amelia, hating that her life was so cruel. He became consumed in his own world of pain and suffering, the memories too great of everything she did to him. He doesn't hear Hermione cry out to him in worry, rushing to his side with an alert mind. He doesn't realize that she is grieving for him because she let him read it, even if he did agree and insist. He just sits there until he feels her touch, everything coming back into focus, the hysteria overtaking him.

    “Hermione,” he gasps, his breaths short and choppy, but Hermione wraps him in her arms, rocking him back and forth against her.

    “Draco, hey, Draco. Listen to me, honey. I'm here, she cant get to you,” Draco knows that she can in fact get to them as she did before but he chooses to believe her words, trying to focus on his breathing, timing it with the steady beat of her heart.

    “Hermione,” he whispers, hating how weak he is but his need for her comfort trumps his need to hold his pride. For some reason, around her, his pride doesn't matter.

    His tears stop pouring and his breath finally steadies. He turns so the back of his head is on Hermione's stomach, her legs around him, silently playing with his hair, relaxing him fully into a deep sleep.

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    Draco awoke with a start, panicking even more as he feels a weight on his chest. He only calms when he hears an angel's voice, looking down to see Hermione's head resting on his chest, sound asleep.

    He is surprised she is not awake, still comforting him as she sleeps peacefully. He doesn't want to get her involved in what is to come but by now it is too late, they are in this together.

    Draco notices the journal lying open, not in the place he left it beside the bed. Realization that Hermione has read it strikes him and he fears she will be quite frightened after learning why they are recruiting people like him. After learning what Amelia had to go through to make her how she is today.

    But she still snuggled close to him to sleep, making his heart melt. She slowly opens her eyes under his gaze, smiling sweetly at him before pecking him on the lips, not caring if either of them has morning breath.

    “Good morning,” Hermione says, the smile never leaving her.

    “I see you have read the journal,” Draco says, hating that he has taken that smile from her face but he needs to know what she thinks.

    “I did. It was bothering you and I wanted to understand why myself so you didn't have to explain it, relive what you read,” she explains, Draco searching her eyes for any sign of what she feels about it.

    “You didn't have to do that for me,” he mumbles, lowering his head in a sense of embarrassment.

    “Draco, I wanted to, you mean too much to me so it is only proper for me to yearn to protect you from pain in any way possible. I love you,” Hermione says with such conviction that Draco just stares at her in wonder.

    “And I love you, you amazing woman,” he replies, kissing her with such hunger and gentleness that he hears her moan, leading him to move so he is hovering over her. He kisses her until he needs air, pulling back so the both of them can catch their breath.

    “Shouldn't you be at work?” Draco asks, instantly berating himself for ruining the moment by reminding her.

    “No, we did the major outline of what we need to do yesterday, the rest of the team insisted I spend some time with my fiance, so I am only to come back to fine tune everything. They said that my previous overtime nights make up for it and they are happy I have found someone who makes me want to go home every night,” she laughs, making Draco's heart soar at the thought that they have this whole day to themselves.

    “I will have to thank them later. But for now…” Draco leaves kisses along Hermione's neck, making sure to flick his tongue against the sensitive spots across her skin, eliciting a gasp out of Hermione's rosey lips. As soon as he reaches the base of her neck, he takes the loose skin in between his teeth and pulls gently, causing Hermione buck her hips and moan, encouraging Draco to continue until he has successfully made a mark.

    Draco smirks and gingerly moves his hand to the hem of her shirt, playing with it for a few seconds before sliding his hand along her bare stomach, relishing the rush the contact gives him. He is reassured that he has the same effect on Hermione as she shudders under his touch.

    He leans down to connect their lips with such fire of desperation and hunger, not knowing what the future holds. Draco vows to never forget this moment, almost certain as to where this morning will lead, well, if Hermione is comfortable. He glazes his tongue over her bottom lip, taking her slight gasp as an opportunity to deepen this kiss with his tongue, moving his body up from hers so he can slide her shirt up with less difficulty.

    He only breaks the kiss so she can raise her hands over her head and he can slide the shirt off of her. He takes a moment to take in her figure, his arousal growing at the sight of her. He is lost in thought until he feels Hermione's gentle fingertips against his abdomen, running up and down his chest until she promptly raises the shirt over his head. She drinks in his appearance as well, quite obviously staring, so Draco connects their lips again, still hovering over her.

    He pulls her up with him so she is sitting between his legs, allowing him access to her back. He traces her skin lightly, working his way up to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the bed before breaking the kiss so he can look at her, memorize her body so he can never forget the love of his life.

    Hermione is visibly blushing, but Draco just murmurs, “Beautiful.”

    This seems to boost her confidence because she just gets off the bed, stripping her pants before climbing back in bed with him. By now, he is certain she can feel exactly how he feels about her as she sits on his lap, tracing kisses from his neck up to his jaw and finally reaching the sensitive skin behind his ear. He groans when she lets her hot tongue glaze over his skin, taking his most sensitive spot between her teeth to gently suck. He grips her hips, unable to take the teasing any longer.

    He growls, slipping out of his pants as quickly as he can, looking into her dark brown eyes, desire burning from her body. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her hard, laying them back down. He takes off the last barriers remaining between them, letting his teeth pull at Hermione's bottom lip.

    He does not expect the sexy growl that escapes her lips, the desire and yearning evident. He pulls away from the kiss to search her eyes. He positions himself while still staring deeply into her eyes, both of them seeming to want what is next, but he needs to make certain.

    “Are you sure?” He asks quietly, searching for that reassurance that she is ready. Hermione bites her lips seductively, answering him with a statement that makes his heart race like it does in love for her.

    “Make love to me.”

    And make love they did.