A Day and A Night

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Chapter 29: A Love Scene and a Plea

Hermione felt the water ripple around her, and then she heard a slight splash. She quickly turned from her back, in time to see Draco lower himself into the water. He went completely under, and when he bobbed back to the surface she was on the other side of the pool.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Taking a bath,” he said lazily. He kicked off the side of the rocky spring and was beside her in no time.

“Draco, this isn’t taking things slowly,” she said, holding onto the side of the pool with one hand, her other hand on his chest, as he was now in front of her.

“Did I agree to that?” he asked. He turned in a circle, went back under the water, came back up, and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her away from the wall.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and asked, “What do you have on?”

“Nothing, why do you ask?” he asked with a slight smile.

“Oh, Draco, you really are a naughty boy,” she said, seriously. “Let me go, okay?”

He let go of her waist, and he turned to his back. She turned so that she wouldn’t see his body. She hung onto the side of the pool with both hands, and continued to watch the wall. She heard a splash, and she turned in time to see him heading underwater.

He came back up right in front of her. He didn’t touch her; instead, he floated around her. She admired his chest and shoulders. He said, “The water feels wonderful, doesn’t it? My arm is already better. It’s no longer bleeding.”

She reached over to his arm and her fingers skimmed the wet surface of his skin, touching the ragged indentation that was once the healing curse. She looked at her hand, and saw that it too was healed. He grabbed her hand, and rubbed the palm with his thumb. She trembled at his touch. She snatched her hand away from his, and turned her back to him again. He splashed her and laughed. “Granger, come now, why are you being so modest? It’s just a swim in a hot spring.”

He swam up behind her and placed one hand on her stomach. She felt slightly lightheaded at his nearness, and at his unquestionably naked state of being. She moved from his grasp and swam to the other side of the pool. He laughed and said, “The water makes your knickers transparent. Did you know? I just made out every dimple and mole on your backside as you swam across the pool.”

She laughed and splashed him and said, “I don’t have a mole on my backside!” She looked down to see if the water made her bra transparent as well. It did. She sunk slightly lower.

He said, “How far is the bottom of this thing?”

“Not very far. I can’t stand in it, but I touched the bottom,” she offered.

He said, “Let me check.” He dove down and soon he was completely gone, under the water. She watched the waves surge around where he disappeared. She waited and waited for him to reappear. He didn’t. She became worried and she called his name. She knew he was probably having fun at her expense, but she was still worried. She dove down toward the bottom to find him.

He whooshed back to the surface and smiled. Then he frowned. “Granger? Where are you?”

He looked out toward the darken recesses of the cave. She wasn’t there, and her clothes were still by the spring. There was sufficient light, from the opening in the cave, so that they entire pool was wash with sunlight, but the rest of the cave was rather dark. He scanned the cave, looking for her. “GRANGER?” he shouted.

Then, he felt something grab his ankle and pull. He went under. She came back up, laughing. He came back up and splashed her in the face. “That was rude!” he said.

“You should know! I thought you drowned you were gone so long. Were you trying to make me worry?” she asked, still laughing.

“Yes, I was trying to make you worry,” he admitted. “I thought you would yell for me, and start to cry and all. You didn’t even miss me. By the way, when I was underwater, I could see you clearly, so you might as well take off your underwear.”

“Oh, boo hoo,” she mocked, “And I’m not taking my underwear off.” He swam close to her and placed his arms around her waist, holding her tightly to him. She hugged him back. She touched his injured arm, which was merely a red, raised area, and asked, “Really, how’s the arm now? Wasn’t it bleeding again?”

“Yes, it was bleeding when Cat accidentally knocked me into the cave wall,” he said, looking down at his arm. “It really is better.” He took her hand in his, looked at it, and said, “I can’t even tell you injured your hand, and one could never tell that it was bleeding earlier.” He touched her arm, where she had been shot, and the skin was silky smooth. He touched the wet skin of her arm. She shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked, with a gleam in his eye.

“These are hot springs,” she said as her answer.

“Ah,” he said back. “I misinterpreted your shiver.” He kept his arms around her, kicked around with his legs, to keep them afloat, since her hands rested on his shoulders. She could feel every muscle and tendon of his body against hers. “You are trembling, though,” he pointed out.

“That’s from you, not the water,” she admitted. Her eyes seemed bright, and the rainbow of colours from the sun bounced off the water and danced in her eyes. One of his hands went from around her waist to her back, and he caressed the skin there, going lower, until his fingers were under the elastic of her knickers.

“Take off these ridiculous things,” he urged.

Her body bounced against his, as she relied on him to keep them both afloat. Her hands went from his shoulders, around to his back. One hand went down his spine. He closed his eyes and let out a jagged breath. The cave seemed intimate, the water seemed warmer, and their bodies began to meld together, no words passed between them.

He looked down in her eyes and he kissed her cheeks, first one, and then the other. They tasted like the sulfur water of the springs. She placed a hand on his cheek, leaned forward, and kissed his mouth, slowly, prompting him to open his mouth under hers. She lifted her face from his and said, “You do love me, don’t you? It’s not just mate magic?”

“Mate magic?” he asked with a laugh. He swam them in a circle suddenly, and then he took her hand and swam closer to the edge. Here, he could stand on the bottom. She still could not, so she kept her hands on his shoulder. “What is mate magic, Hermione?”

“Nothing, never mind,” she said.

“I really love you,” he said as his answer. “Why do you have to question that?”

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “It’s just been so soon.” She looked down at the water as she said it. He wanted her to say that she loved him, too.

He removed one of her hands from his shoulder, brought it to his mouth, and kissed her palm, then her wrist, then the inside of her forearm. He let go of her hands, his hands slid up and down her waist, to her hips. His left hand moved to her back, his right hand came up to her left breast. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across her breast, and soon, her nipple became erect. He bent his head and kissed it through the transparent silk of her bra.

She moaned, and threw her head backwards, her hair fanning across the water. He kept his hand on her back, to keep her from going backwards into the water. She continued to clutch his shoulders tightly. Her legs went around his waist, instinctually. His hands went down to grasp her bottom, and he began to kiss her neck and the valley between her breasts.

She felt exposed and vulnerable, as if Milo could come in at anytime, but before she could voice her fears, his mouth took hers in a hungry, frenzy kiss, which was as possessive as it was gentle. He worshipped her with this kiss. He proved he loved her with this kiss.

She closed her eyes, he continued to kiss her neck and her breasts, and all her fears subsided. He removed her bra and threw it upon the rocks by the rest of her clothing. His mouth returned to hers, his kiss reverberated throughout her entire body, and she found that she had no resistance to this man. He had broken through every barrier, and she truly felt, at this moment, that she belonged to him.

“You’re so beautiful, Hermione, just as I knew you would be,” he said against her neck. She realized her bare breasts were bobbing along the water, as he turned her around, and kissed her shoulders and her back. He cupped her breasts from behind, then his hands went slowly down her waist, to her hips, and he pulled her underwear off and threw it over his shoulder.

She turned to face him, treading water. She realized her entire world consisted of this moment, this man, and this feeling. He pulled her to him, and kissed one of her breasts, before he placed a nipple in his mouth. She clung to him, threw her head back once more, and gripped his waist with her thighs.

He slipped his hand between their bodies and began to stroke her, as she quivered against him. She arched away from him, but he kept one hand between their bodies and one hand on her back. He kept his feet planted firmly on the bottom of the spring and watched her as he brought her to near climax. Her eyes suddenly opened, she pulled on his arms, and then clung to his shoulders. She looked dazed, confused, and embarrassed. She pushed away from his arms, kicking water in his face as she found the side of the spring. She climbed out and hurried over to her clothes.

He wouldn’t allow her to feel embarrassed. He jumped out of the water as fast as he could, pulled her toward him and kissed her again, harder, with need and want.

She pushed him away again and stood in the shimmering light of the sun and the pool, looking every bit the goddess, her chest heaving, and her eyes brilliant. She looked mystified and uncertain. He approached her slowly, his hand in front of him. She looked down his body, thought it was glorious, and then back in his face. He cupped the back of her head, and pulled her to him again. He kissed her softly. Then, he placed their coats on the ground, and he lowered her upon them. She rose up on her elbow to watch him as he came to lie beside her.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

“I’m finally claiming what’s mine,” he said. He wasn’t making light, or a joke. It was how he really felt and he didn’t care how absurd it sounded. She didn’t know what to say to such a statement, so she lay back on the coats, closed her eyes, and listened to the sounds of the water rippling in the pool beside them. She felt a cold chill in the air, which was quickly replaced by his warm body.

He placed one hand on either side of her body, and leaned down toward her. His body skimmed across hers, slowly, as he leveled himself on top of her. Her nipples hardened, and her legs parted. Her eyes opened, as he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

The sunlight from the natural skylight bounced off the features of his face, and she truly thought he was the beautiful one. She felt weak and powerless to stop the onslaught of what was to come. He filled her senses completely with male warmth, which was purely essence of him. She could only stare at him in wonderment. She cupped his cheek and said, “You’re so beautiful.”

He laughed and his head fell down into the crook of her neck. “That’s my line,” he said. “You stole it. I was about to say the same thing to you.” Her lips parted again as his crashed down on hers, claiming her, wasn’t that what he said? That was what it felt like.

“Say it, Hermione,” he said, when he lifted his mouth from hers. “Say that you love me as much as I love you.” Each word felt like a whisper to her soul. They flowed around her, just as the water had rippled around her early. His body crushed hers, caged her in, completed her, molded to hers. He began to kiss her everywhere…her face, her neck, her breasts, her ribcage, her stomach, her hipbones.

He rose back up, climbed up her body, and urged again, “Say it, Hermione.”

She knew what he wanted to hear. She felt his erection on her thigh and she moved her hips slightly, and he moaned. “Draco,” she whispered. She pulled on his back.

“I love you,” he said. It was a proclamation, it was a sign, and it was a cue to her, because it was what he wanted her to say. Hermione shuddered at the sound of the words. He continued to utter the same three words, repeatedly, over again, as he kissed, teased, pulled, and suckled her breasts and nipples.

He chanted the phrase as he licked and kissed and bit the tender skin of her thighs, hips and legs. She reached for his hair, to bring his face up to hers, but he continued his pursuit, still saying, “I love you,” between each form of the exquisite, pure torture.

He went lower still, hooked her knees around each arm, and he kissed and teased and tongued her core until her head went back and her cried filled the cave. His fingers tightened on her hips, as his tongue, and then his finger, continued to tease her sensitive bud. She climaxed fully this time, and as the tremors came and went, he climbed back up her body, held her tightly, and repeated his pledge. “I love you.”

She wondered if she said the words now, would they seem empty?

He rained kisses all over her face and neck again. His hand went back to her breasts. She whimpered under his assault. She caught one hand in hers, and laced his fingers around her fingers. She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed the top of his hand.

He stopped and looked at her face. She sighed, and began to cry. He kissed away her tears. She said, “What do you want from me? I love you, Draco.” She didn’t say it because he wanted to hear it, but because she wanted, no needed, to say it, and because it was the truth.

“I want it to be the truth,” he hissed, as his thighs wedged between hers, spreading her legs. He pushed inside her slowly, only a fraction and he held still. He held himself above her on his elbows and said, “I want you to say it because it’s true.”

She gasped, strained upwards toward him, arched her back, and said, “It’s true, it’s true, it’s true.” Everything turned to haze around her as he thrust into her, as far as he could go. Her arms tightened around him, and she knew it was true. She loved him, and she repeated the phrase, “it’s true…it’s true…it’s true.”

He continued to whisper words to her, but she could only hear the sounds of her heart beating with his, all other sounds sounded foreign, distant, mere echoes in her ears. He held her hands in his as he pushed onwards, her legs wrapped around his hips, he angled upwards, and claimed her as his.

He went faster and faster, in a whirlwind, a rush a pleasure passed through him to her, his pelvis grinding into hers, her head back, eyes shut, and she screamed out in bliss. He stopped for one moment, when they were both on the edge, and he said, “Tell me again. Tell me the truth.”

She gasped, sighed, and with a shaky voice said, “I love you as much as you love me.” He buried himself into her as far as he would go with one final thrust, and it was all over. He shook over her, she trembled under him, they held each other tight, and then everything went still.

Her fingers went into his hair, and she kissed his neck and shoulder. He rolled off her, but kept his arm and leg around her. “I’m sorry,” he said.


“I didn’t mean for this to happen like this,” he explained. “I was overwhelmed with want and love for you. You’ll start to think about this, examine it repeatedly, and you’ll come to hate me for it. I know you will.” He placed his face into the crook of her neck and hid there.

Her fingertips went down his back, and his muscles stiffened and went rigid under her touch. His hand slid down her arm, to her waist, to her hip, and pulled her over to her side. “Tell me you don’t hate me,” he urged, staring right in her eyes now. “Tell me you won’t regret this, no, that you don’t regret this.”

She said nothing for the longest time. The silence was unbearable, torturous, the pain of her response flagrant, real. He was afraid to move. He put his face down on her chest. He was afraid to look up. He was afraid that all of this would be a dream, and she would be gone. She held all of the power. She held his happiness in the palm of her hand. One truth from her could either set him free, or send him to hell forever.

She urged his face toward hers with a finger under his chin. She looked in his eyes and all she could say in was, “I love you.”

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