Draco and Hermione discuss the upcoming revel and strengthen their bond to each other.

DISCLAIMER: explicit chapter.

Marlene had taken upon herself to write to Hermione, letting her know of Tom’s plans—the capture of the Muggle boy and his entire family—and the revel that was to be called the following weekend. She had sat down in the Room of Requirement in shocked silence, whilst Draco just rubbed her back as he read the letter once she’d handed it over to him.

Draco wasn’t surprised by this development at all and while he understood the Dark Lord’s need to make a statement where Hermione was concerned, he wasn’t sure if he’d be required to attend the revel or not. He technically wasn’t a Death Eater, yet. However, he felt a deep-seeded need to protect his witch and also felt strongly that he needed to make a statement of his own where Hermione’s safety was concerned.

The silence was deafening for a while, as the two teenagers held each other.

Finally, Draco decided to break the silence.

“Love—are you okay?”

Hermione shrugged helplessly. “Yeah.” Amber eyes met with grey ones and Hermione could see the worry in Draco’s gaze. “I’m not sure how to feel about this. On the one hand, it’s nice to know my father cares enough about me to want to protect me, but is this more about him making some kind of statement, than about me?”

Draco thought about that question for a moment before he responded softly, “Why can’t it be both?”

The look of confusion on his witch’s face made Draco realize that on some level, Hermione still felt some insecurities where her father was concerned.

“Baby, listen—you know your father’s issues and I expect that he’s angry on your behalf, but I’m also convinced that he’s angry because his choices led to you being left vulnerable. If you’d been raised with him and your mum, you’d would’ve never been put in that situation. You would’ve never been left vulnerable to a predator like that Muggle boy, or been tormented by ignorant pricks like me. So perhaps his reasoning isn’t straight forward—but can you imagine what you’d do if it was a child of ours?”

Hermione’s eyes widened in understanding. “I’d kill anyone who hurt our children, Draco.”

Nodding his head in agreement, Draco smiled softly and kissed his witch’s lips before he pulled away. “As would I. I think the Dark Lord needs to let everyone know that you are off limits and he is doing it the only way he knows how. Which is terrifying, but completely understandable for a wizard like him.”

Sighing back into the couch, Hermione tilted her head up and the ceiling and scrunched her nose in contemplation. Draco smiled at that look, knowing she was pondering something deeply. When amber eyes finally met his when she turned her head his way, the look behind her eyes was resigned.

“Do you think you’ll have to attend?” Hermione asked softly.

Draco shrugged. “Possibly. But trust me when I tell you, baby? I won’t partake in rape. I’m not going to compromise our relationship in any way—even if it means my torture.”

She sat up in shock. “You don’t think you’d be asked to do something like that? Do you?”

He shook his head. “No. If I was any other wizard—perhaps? But I’m your betrothed, baby. Your mother would undoubtably have a thing or two to say if something like that were required of me.”

“Do you think that’s why she sent me the letter? To give us a heads up?”

This caused Draco to nod slowly. “Probably.” Taking Hermione into his arms, he tilted her gaze up to meet his. “What about you, love? Would you want to take part in this? If your father were to ask you to attend, to stand by his side?”

Her gaze became shuttered as she thought about what Draco was asking her.

Would her father require her to be a part of his revel?

And if he didn’t ask her, would the other Death Eaters perceive her as being weak if she didn’t partake?”

“If I don’t go it will serve to make me look weak, and if I do?” Hermione shook her head in exasperation. “Is this some kind of test?”

Draco coughed out a laugh as Hermione’s gaze darkened angrily. “Isn’t everything, love?”

“Fuck you, Malfoy.”

“I’d rather you fuck me, love. We’d both enjoy it more.”

Hermione folded her arms and harrumphed petulantly. “What if I don’t feel like it right now? I think I feel a headache coming on.”

Draco rolled his witch underneath him and grinned. “I have the perfect cure for what ails you, baby. Why don’t you just lay back and let me take good care of you for the next hour or two.”

Waggling his eyebrows suggestively, caused Hermione to giggle at how ridiculous her wizard was and how quickly he could diffuse her rotten mood.

“You’ve been studying up on the texts my Mum gave you, yes?”

Draco’s grin turned feral as he nodded. “Of course. What are you thinking?”

“Well...” She bit her lip enticingly, watching Draco’s gaze darken in response as his chest rumbled with want. “There was that section about tantric sex...and I was thinking?”

“That you’d like to try it?”

She nodded, and Draco kissed her deeply before he removed himself from on top of her. Pulling her off the couch, they moved over towards the bed and slowly took their time undressing each other.

When they’d finally moved onto the bed, Draco sat down and gently took Hermione’s waist, straddling her on top of him. The two of them just spent a while kissing each other deeply—nipping and pulling on each other as they breathed each other in. Draco’s erection was nestled between Hermione’s core as she slowly slid herself against him, feeling herself getting wetter by the minute, all the while their lips never separated as they continued to kiss and breathe each other in.

When he finally lifted Hermione’s hips up and very slowly, lowered her onto his shaft, he whispered ‘iungere essentia nostri” and felt a tug on his magical core erupt from his chest as it swirled around them both. Hermione too, whispered the words at the same time, and her own core responded in kind as she felt a similar tug on her chest, and then saw a swirl of gold move over and around herself and Draco.

Once she was fully seated, and could feel every inch of Draco pulsating inside of her, they both breathed each other in and started to move very slowly—their hips swirling and undulating at a leisurely pace. Every so often the gold swirls would change, ebb and brighten and when they’d diminish, they would repeat the spell—and move in sync.

Breathing and controlling the baser urges of their bodies to rut against each other.

As time passed, and the urge to come became much stronger and harder to resist—the strain on Draco’s face was at times, almost pained as he would push Hermione down on him harder, and then try and breath through the urge to thrust. Her inner muscles clamped down on him like a fucking vise and the pleasured pain was indescribable. Trying to relax his body and mind, he kissed her breathless and the two lovers stayed like that for an hour—just slowly working each other over.

Draco’s own surprise at the fact that his erection could last so long was a secondary thought to the need to orgasm.

As time passed, groans, moans and whimpers filled the air. The sounds and smell of sex permeated through the Room of Requirement. The candles that were burning on the table were flickering with the static electricity of the magic that was being expended within the room.

Eventually Draco couldn’t hold off anymore and he whispered to Hermione that it was time. Clenching onto Draco’s shoulders, the sweat that was pouring down her body, and that of her wizard’s, was causing her to have a difficult time gaining purchase on Draco’s body. Digging her nails into Draco’s shoulders, the hiss of pain that came out of his lips caused her to kiss him fiercely and when she pulled back slightly, she nodded and together they whispered out ‘munus implere’.

The golden swirls constricted around them both, their bodies arched into each other’s as their orgasms hit simultaneously. The spent groans of both of their bodies as they shook violently caused their orgasms to continue on for nearly a full minute. When they were finally spent—both fell over onto the bed—still joined together but utterly exhausted.

Hermione didn’t know how much time had passed that she and Draco just lied there, curled around each other—breathing each other in. Her body felt both exhausted, and oddly energized at the same time...the remnants of their magic still flowing though her.

It was both heady and comforting.

Draco was completely knackered, but his body was radiating with warmth and vitality. Hermione’s magic felt like sunshine, tasted like green apples and smelled like vanilla and jasmine. He was on sensory overload and he fucking loved it. Grinning like a maniac, he buried his face into Hermione’s neck as he breathed her in.

She was life and love, and for not the first time he realized what a lucky fuck he was.

When they’d both sufficiently calmed, Draco managed to disentangle himself from his witch with a unhappy groan. He could spend the rest of his life buried inside of her and die a very happy wizard. Looking over at Hermione, whose eyes were closed in bliss, he smiled at how utterly shagged she looked. Her skin was flushed beautifully and her normally bushy hair was completely out of control. His smile softened as he realized how honored he felt, being able to see her like this and it also made him conclude fiercely, that he could never share her with someone else and that thought made him frown deeply.

Hermione opened her eyes in that moment and felt her face scrunch as she saw Draco’s face change from happy to angry. “Handsome—you okay?”

His gaze caught her’s in shock, then his face softened as he smiled at his witch. Realizing he probably should explain himself, he moved onto his back and enveloped Hermione into his arms. Her chin was on his chest as she looked up at him questioningly.

“Just thinking about something your parents told me.”

“About?”

Draco sighed and looked down at his witch with love. “Your mum mentioned something about her bond with your father and I didn’t give it much thought, but now I’m beginning to wonder if perhaps I should have.”

Hermione sat up and looked down at Draco’s with confusion. “What do you mean?”

Sitting up and grabbing Hermione’s hand, he placed a small comforting kiss on the back of her knuckles and then proceeded to share with Hermione the questions he’d been pondering after the conversation with her parents.

Primarily about Marlene.

“Your mum told you about her soul being incomplete and eventually it would lead to her death—when we bond completely, you would possibly be able to heal her soul but because your father can’t feel remorse, it wouldn’t work? Correct?”

Hermione nodded, not sure what Draco was trying to get at.

“Do you think your father is capable of remorse?”

Hermione’s eyes widened momentarily as she considered this, and then shook her head sadly.

“No—I don’t think he is.”

Draco nodded again in agreement. “I doubt it as well—so if you were to gain access to all the Hallows, do you think the power of the Hallows would be enough to save your mum?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have enough information on how the Hallows work and all the research I’ve done hasn’t given me a clue as to how one become’s Master of Death.”

Draco looked at his witch and a small little smile crept upon his face. “There is one person who just might have that information.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed in confusion before they cleared in understanding. She smiled beatifically at her brilliant, beautiful wizard and clapped her hands in glee.

“Grindelwald.”

Draco nodded. “Yes—Grindelwald.”

Hermione tackled Draco and kissed him passionately. After a few minutes she looked down at her wizard and grinned impishly.

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

Jumping off their bed, Hermione dashed into the en suite that had appeared—giggling at the shocked looked on Draco’s face.

“Hey!” He sputtered, as he watched his witch run off into the bathroom laughing—with him following closely at her heels.

The little minx never ceased to amaze him and always kept him on his toes. He smiled inwardly as he realized that no matter what happened in their future, they would always have each other.