Revelations of Love - Moment by Moment Book #3 (Harry Potter, Drarry)

An Old Fart's Solution to Recklessness

Hermione had managed to stay a couple of days, but now it was time for her to leave, and Harry stood with his friend wondering where the time had gone. He'd wanted to have a long talk, catch up properly and also discuss the new situation. Yet there hadn't been enough hours in the day. The young woman had been in demand since her arrival, mainly in meetings from which Harry had been excluded, and there had been no time to speak alone. Now they were facing each other, at last alone, but with only a few minutes to share, and Harry saw the regret he was feeling echoed in his companion.

"I'm sorry we didn't get to spend longer together," Hermione worded their feelings.

"Next time," Harry made the promise to himself as well as to his friend.

"And in the meantime, talk to my husband," the young woman smiled and patted Harry's arm. "We had a long chat last night, and, well, I think he has things to say to you."

Hermione looked away then, trouble in her face, and her old friend felt a tremor run through his body.

"Won't you tell me?" Harry asked, his anxiety growing as the young woman turned her back, and she began to fiddle with her hair.

"I'm sorry, it has to be from him," she answered, pulling her lovely long curls back from her face, drawing them up into the harsh bun that marked her transition back to Voldemort's world. "I have to get back."

"What's the matter, Hermione?" her comrade requested, needing a reply.

However, he was ignored. Instead, Hermione reached for her purple and black robes and began examining them carefully, as if her life would depend on a small spot of dirt. Harry just watched dumbly as one of his closest friends busied herself with forgetting his presence. It was as if the young woman was shirking off the underworld and putting on the face that belonged to the pretence above. There was pain in her soft features, and effort behind the mask which she was assembling. That grief kept her observer quiet, his heart tearing. Hermione drew the hard-wearing fabric up over her shirt, obscuring the soft green with its harsh Death Eater colours. As she did so, her teeth gritted and Harry reached his limit.

"Don't go," he begged, the sound bursting out of his throat.

Hermione's hand was on the side of his face almost instantly, and she came close, her hurt obvious as her face was placed inches from his own. Her eyes glistened with water, and the woman's breath ran over his face.

"Harry, I-," his companion struggled with her emotion.

Then there was a kiss on his other cheek, heavy and maintained. Hermione was trembling. Harry tensed, unsure what to do, this didn't feel right. A simple peck on the cheek was all he had ever received from his long-time friend, and the touch held qualities she had never shown before. The young man was statuesque when lips met his own. It was wrong, the press of warm skin over his mouth sent shivers down his spine, but his resistance was frozen in shock. Reality slipped sideways as hands rubbed over his shoulders, and then Harry was shown his sudden seducer once more. He frowned. The face no longer belonged to Hermione, it was Draco.

"Good trick, isn't it?" the blond man grinned at his joke, and relief flooded through Harry.

"Bastard," the Auror charged, but ran his palms up around his partner's body none-the-less.

Draco chuckled, and leant in for another kiss. This time, Harry responded warmly, the strangeness of the moment drifting away with the passion that his newly revealed companion aroused effortlessly. He let himself be pushed backwards as the caress deepened, and landed on the desk behind. Harry felt the wooden surface expand beneath him as Draco decided that recumbent was how he wanted his lover. He pressed up into the body which was now fully on top of him, and enjoyed the deep groan that came from his partner. A quick kick spread Harry's legs wide, and then Draco pushed down on him, pinning his torso to the table. Thrills ran up and down the trapped man's body.