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So I did do a re-write on chapter 13 like I said I would, but I also did a re-write on some of the story. I have my changes posted on FF.net, but there not big enough to actually go back and re-read. Here's chapter 13, the way I actually like it.
Summer Longing
Chapter 13
"Draco," Hermione breathed heavily. She kissed him again. She held him to her tightly. She kissed his cheek. She kissed her forehead. She kissed his neck. "Draco," she said longingly.
He pulled her hard to him, surprised by her greeting, but thankful non-the-less.
Her hands roamed his face, her eyes never leaving his. She kissed him softly as her hands found his locks and messed up his perfect hair. She spoke against his mouth, "I'm so sorry Draco."
He kissed her tenderly and then dipped to her neck, talking between words, "What for?" his voice sounded strange and foreign to him.
A throaty sigh escaped Hermione's lips. That also sounded strange and foreign, but something about it Draco really liked. So he slowly dragged his lips together on her neck, grazing his teeth across her skin like he had done moments before, but this time he was rewarded with a soft groan. Completely unlike Hermione.
He pulled his face to look at her. Her hands slightly shook on his neck and in his hair. She was surprised that he didn't automatically know what she was talking about. "I didn't," she hesitated looking at down and then back up at him, "I didn't write you all summer," she whispered, "I couldn't."
"Hermione," he said slowly pulling her to a couch and sitting her down. There was a fire roaring, light dancing on her face. Draco pushed his disheveled hair out of his face. He tried to regain control of his voice. "We were fools-" he took her hands in his as they sat beside each other "-fools to think that all of this would be okay and that nobody would care."
Hermione's back went rigid as she listened to him speak, "I take it that you didn't tell your father," she pursed her lips. She tried to hold back her disappointment; she didn't understand why she felt so put out. She didn't want him to feel guilty over it. She understood why he didn't. After a summer spent with the Order, she understood perfectly why he didn't tell his father. She understood, but it still hurt non-the-less.
"No I didn't," Draco heaved his chest, "We were silly to think- this situation is a lot more serious than we thought."
"I know-," Hermione looked down at their hands. "When I first heard-" her voice hitched "about- Vol-
"Don't say the name," Draco hissed surprising Hermione.
She studied his face in confusion. "Are you afraid of it? It's just a name," she said bluntly.
"My father's a Death Eater," he said even more bluntly. "I think you still haven't grasped how big a deal this really is yet," he reached for her face, dragging his thumb softly across her cheek.
"I do understand how serious this is," Hermione said, her pride stung, "Don't underestimate me," she said flatly, "I thought," then she said flippantly, "for some silly reason that- You-Know-Who would be gone again before we even came back to start our fifth year." She sighed heavily, "It was a hopeful notion, but silly nonetheless. I understand what kind of risk this is for you. What it is for me."
She looked at Draco's soft pale skin, his pointed nose, his blue eyes, and the way his hair was lazily slicked back. "But I think it's worth it," she said in a final tone.
He brushed his lips softly on the top of her head. "We're only kids, Hermione." He pulled back his face heavy with hard raw emotion. "Kids in an adult world at war."
She saw the turmoil on his face. "I'm not a child and neither are you. I'm almost sixteen. We are both affected by this coming war. Look at us! We're already affected by it. We're a part of this if we like it or not. There's nothing we can do to avoid it."
"You're right," he said darkly, "You know you are. We're both affected, and sooner or later we are going to have to choose sides," he pulled on his Slytherin tie and started to undo it.
"No," Hermione said watching him getting quite frustrated with his tie. She reached forward to help him out of the confines of his tie, "You may have a choice, but I'm a muggleborn, Draco. My choice has been made for me," she pulled the tie loose from his neck, "My path is set."
Draco leaned back into the arm of the couch, her words hitting home. "Mine has been made too."
Hermione scooted closer to him, "What makes you say that?"
Draco opened his eyes slightly, his hand in a fist on his forehead. Frustration racking his brain. "You know about my father. He's made my choice for me."
"You know you don't have to-
"Yes! Yes I do," Draco said his eyes clamped shut tightly, he gritted his teeth. "He's my family, Hermione. I can't just-" he was lost for words, he sighed deeply, "turn my back on that."
She rested her hand on his leg, "Draco-
"No." Draco said sitting up suddenly at her touch. He pushed her hand away. "It may surprise you to hear, but I love my family, Hermione." He looked at her wondering slightly if she would protest this. She did not.
"I do," he said lastly.
He noticed her now fumbling around with the top of her blouse. She pulled something out of the shirt and then started to untie it from around her neck.
Then he remembered, "Don't take it off," his voice broke, "It's yours. I don't want it back."
"Draco," Hermione said sternly, "I love you, too." She almost shook with rage, "I love you more than anything."
"We're just kids, Hermione. You don't know that for sure. You love your parents. You may love Harry and Ron. But you don't love me."
"Don't ever say that to me." She held the butterfly pendant in her hand close to her chest, and closed her eyes, "I love you." He watched her face, her emotions put out there unprotected and naked under his gaze. "Our love is not silly or even childish. It is real." Her eyes popped open and she forced the pendant into his hands.
He protested weakly, not wanting her to give back his only gift to her.
"Close your eyes," she ordered.
And he followed her instruction blindly and without thought. His eyes shut slowly. And her face popped into his head. He could see every freckle clearly as if he was looking right at her. He didn't understand. He saw that her eyes were moist, tears caught in her thick eye lashes, her cheeks a rosy color, her mouth formed in a soft frown. He didn't ever want to remember her this way. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked over her good and well. Exactly as he saw her in his mind’s eye.
The tears caught in her lashes fell down softly, "I love you," she said again. He closed his eyes again, and watched in his minds eyes as the Hermione there, tear streaked, moved towards him intending to kiss him.
His eyes opened slightly as he felt her lips touch his, and he saw her leaning in kissing him softly with tear trails down her cheeks. And then he understood.
He placed the necklace to the side, on a table, never breaking their kiss. He softly pushed back, and laid her carefully along the couch. Her hands left his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, making him abandoned his attempts to prop himself up above her. He tried not to crush her as she eagerly pulled him tightly to her.
Their kiss deepened instantly. He had been in this predicament before. He could only usually allow himself to be this close to her before he would have to leave for a short time. So he could hide from her what she did to him. But for some reason he felt no need to. He pulled strength from somewhere deep within him with the intent on to stay with her as long as possible before he'd have to leave with his pride intact
He broke their kiss briefly, never taking his eyes from hers. He repositioned himself more comfortably. Usually it wasn't an issue but he knew he wanted to be with Hermione for as long as he could stand. He smiled at her as she awkwardly took her arms from around his neck. He watched her closely as she stretched up and took his lips, her arms wrapping firmly around him, her fingers clutching his school shirt. He dropped one of his knees between her own and pushed them aside slightly, allowing himself access.
She didn't protest.
Her hips met his, and her knees shut tightly on him. A groan painstakingly escaped his mouth. He didn't want her to know how such a small gesture could affect him, but the groan came non-the-less.
He saw her smile. Surely she didn't know what she was doing to me, he thought. He dipped his head towards her neck. He kissed it tenderly while his hands slowly slid up from her waist to her rib cage. His head moved slowly down her chest leaving a wet trail. He grazed his lips across her right breast through her blouse. She moaned so softly that he wasn't even sure if he had heard it at all.
As he moved to her second breast, her back arched slightly, her hips creating a wonderful friction with his own. He hung his head and gritted down a muffled groan, wondering briefly if she would possibly do that again for him. When she didn't he raised his face to hers, a devious smirk playing on her lips.
She knew exactly what she's doing to me, he thought savagely.
He watched her face break into a grin as her hands toyed with the hem of his shirt on his back. Her fingers creating circles on his skin. Her hands nervously moved higher, sliding across the smooth skin of his back. Soon she had his shirt bunched up around his shoulders, her hands roamed around his back as he kissed her with all the passion he could muster. He rose up away from her and sat on his knees. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and the awkwardly tried to take the shirt off.
Hermione giggled softly as he struggled with his shirt. She had seen him with his shirt off before, but she still nervously looked up at him, her eyes fluttered over the view of his bare chest before she pulled him back down on top of her. She ran her hands along the length of his chest, her hands tickled slightly by the few soft hairs that grew on his pale chest. Her thumb slid over his nipple and he groaned slightly into her neck.
He moved his hips into her gruffly loving the fleeting pleasure it gave him.
She moaned his name.
Draco chuckled, “So you like that as much as I do?” She simply smiled and shrugged. “Maybe,” she said shyly. He felt his pants straining against him. He knew she felt it as well.
“I'm sorry,” he said, and then he blushed slightly and wondered why he was apologizing.
She pushed his sweaty blond hair back from hanging in his face, “It's okay.”
“Are you sure?” he asked wondering what was going through her mind, “I can leave and, ah, take care of – er – myself.”
He blushed again.
“NO.”
He was confused at what to do next, “What do want, Hermione?”
He only wanted one answer, he longed for it.
She bit her lip, she didn't want to say the wrong thing so she settled on a simple, “I don't know.”
He started to pull away, untangling himself from her. If she didn't know what she wanted, or how far she wanted to go, the he wasn't going to push her. He sat beside her, losing her body heat immediately.
She sat up slowly realizing his intent to leave, as he reached for his shirt from the rug.
She reached for his arm and grabbed him firmly, and then pulled herself to her knees beside him on the coach. She kissed his forehead softly, taking his shirt out of his hands.
“Hermione,” Draco said warningly, “Please don't.”
She brought her lips slowly to his cheek. His eyes closed. Her tongue met his earlobe.
He shuddered. “Hermione,” he pleaded, “Please don't. I'm not going to beg you for anything, I'm being a gentleman here,” he sighed heavily reaching back out for his shirt, “So be a lady, and please don't tease me.”
She didn't allow him to take the shirt from her; she pulled away from him and stood. She stepped to block him from getting up from the couch without him having to remove her out of his way.
“I said 'I don't know', because I'm not sure what I want to do, but I am sure I don't want to stop.” She tossed his shirt somewhere behind her, close to the fire.
Draco's eyes widened as he watched her start to fumble around with the buttons of her shirt. He reached up for her hands. “Don't. You don't have to do this.”
She looked down at his disheveled blond hair and she pushed it back slightly. Her eyes trailed from the splatter of hair on his chest to the dirty blond trail that started at his navel that traveled down to the budge in his pants.
“I want to.”
Her hands shook unbuttoning her blouse, she was nervous as she felt him watching her. Slowly her shirt fell off her shoulders revealing the lacy satin bra. Her face and chest Draco noticed, reddened embarrassingly. His eyes never left her, and his hands stayed reassuringly on the sides of her legs as she stood over him.
Her tummy was pale, yet flat, unlike his slightly muscled stomach. He kissed it and looked back up at her again trying to reassure her. He wanted her to make the first move.
Her hands trembled on the hem of her school pants; he held her hands firmly in place to stop her.
“Are you sure?” was all he said.
She nodded slowly.
“I need a real answer, baby,” he said kissing her hands that were still in his as he looked up at her.
“Yes.” she said firmly.
He abandoned her hands immediately and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. His hands were steady, and to Hermione he was frustratingly calm as he pulled her pants down over her hips, from there they fell freely.
He wrapped his arms around her placing a kiss right above her mismatched panties. He pulled her on top of his lap. His eyes roamed her slight womanly curves.
He moved her beside him indicating her to lie down. He stood from the coach and began to rid himself of his clothes.
He felt nervous under her gaze. When he was clothed no more, she took in the sight of him, and blushingly looked away as he slowly crawled between her legs.
He heard her sigh. He dragged his tongue from her jaw line to her ear lobe. A deep moan made it to Draco's ear. He took her face in his hands, “Hermione, it's okay,” he kissed her neck softly,
This post has been edited by Zadorian: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 - 10:59 AM
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