SOULMATES 🖤🔥
Sneak Peek into my upcoming fic 😍
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The hunt for hocruxes take longer than expected, the trio are well into their twenties but they tirelessly continue their efforts to vanquish The Dark Lord.
It is by an unfortunate misunderstanding that Ron gives away their location.
Giving her friends a chance to escape and continue their journey, Hermione makes the ultimate sacrifice and surrenders herself to widely proclaimed Angel of Death.
Her terms of imprisonment are strange and baffling to her.
She is to be well cared for and educated. Her captor, Draco Malfoy and his family are entrusted with her care, a decision that does not sit well with the ice blonde man now nearing twenty five years of age.
Voldemort has plans for her, he harbours a strong infatuation that he keeps hidden, except when they are alone.
He keeps his advances to subtle touches and lingering glances but does nothing else to thwart the headstrong woman he holds captive.
Hermione devises a plan, she decides to seduce the young handsome Malfoy into bending to her will and letting her leave.
She entices him with her clothes, secret glances and lingering touches but her advances go unnoticed, it frustrates her that he is immune to her charms.
He notices her alright, it takes all his will power to not kneel at her feet and claim her for himself.
She looks, smells and probably tastes like a forbiddenly enticing fruit.
Hermione puts her plan into motion on his birthday and bites off more than she can chew.
Her body betrays her shamelessly and he takes his birthday present in the form of her orgasm on his tongue but after the deed he leaves her to mercy of the shadows with her cum dripping down her thighs as a reminder of the dangerous game she's playing.
Her existence isn't harrowing, it's the best one could hope for.
It isnt until Narcissa's famous Malfoy Christmas ball and the untimely appearance of Theodore Nott that Draco loses his composure and cracks.
T : "Is that Hermione Granger?"
D : "Yes."
T : "The ugly duckling has blossomed into a beautiful swan."
D : "If you are into that sort of thing."
T : "You have eyes, Malfoy."
He did have eyes and Granger looked stunning in a flowing dark green gown that hugged her neck in a high halter and left her entire back exposed teasing the rise of her shapely arse.
It was obvious his mother had taken it upon herself to dress Granger for the occasion. Malfoy family jewels glistened around the former Gryffindor's neck and wrists.
He didn't appreciate Theo's lustful eyes roving over her body.
T : "I fancy a dance."
D : "She's for show only."
T : "Is that jealousy I hear?"
D : "Granger's fate is in the hands of The Dark Lord."
T : "Indeed, but excuse me, I want to get to know the most beautiful woman in the room."
D : "Theo, I'm warning you."
T : "Fuck off, Malfoy, you have no control over my actions."
Draco simmers in unadulterated fury as he watches Theo approach Hermione and engage her in conversation.
The bloody nerve of her, he narrows his eyes and glares as she touches Theo's arm and throws her head back in laughter.
Hermione locks eyes with a pair of icy swirls of grey, he looks positively good enough to eat.
Handsome is a word wasted on Draco Malfoy such is his presence, she gravitates towards him unwaveringly but tonight a willing good looking man is paying her attention and it feels refreshing and oddly satisfying.
Theo leads Hermione to the dance floor and pulls her close to his body, his fingers tease her exposed skin, she willingly moves in and let's her hand slide around his neck.
She peeks a look over Theo's shoulder at Draco, he continues to stare at them unblinkingly, his body radiates anger and a reddish glow emits from his fingertips.
From afar, Draco watches Theo's slow movements on the woman swaying in his arms.
Theo bends to kiss Hermione"s cheek and Draco stiffens.
The song ends, Theo kisses Hermione's hand and with the promise of a walk under the moonlight, they part ways.
She grabs a flute of champagne and walks into the wide terrace. The night sky is particularly pretty with many stars scattered across the heavens.
Her thoughts linger on Ron and Harry.
Soon, I'll be free.
A voice of pure steel cuts through her thoughts.
D : "Having fun, are we?"
H : "The best one can hope in prison."
D : "Did you enjoy him touching you?"
H : "As a matter of fact, I did."
H : "It gets so lonely and Theo is a distraction I wholeheartedly welcome."
H : "He says he's spending the night, perhaps we can get to know each other better."
D : "Like hell..."
Draco closes the distance between them, pulls her roughly to his chest and apparates them away.
Their feet touch solid ground and Hermione pushes Draco away angrily.
H : "Get away from me, don't fucking touch me."
Draco tosses his jacket aside and begins to unbutton his black shirt.
D : "You don't mean that."
He stalks towards her purposely and Hermione steps back at once.
H : "I'm warning you, Malfoy."
D : "I've been meaning to do this all night."
He grabs her around the waist, pulls her to him and claims her swollen lips hungrily.
Hermione stills as his kisses invade her body and mind but she has some fight left in her.
She struggles, manages to free a hand, bringing it across she slaps him hard with all her might.
The slap echoes through the quiet confinement of the room, her fingermarks stain his pale skin and even in the dim light it stands out.
Draco touches his lip and his fingers glisten with blood, he grins at the woman in front of him.
Her fiery spirit turned him on, but when he took her it would be with her consent and not otherwise.
Hermione stares at her trembling hand and then at the imposing man before her.
She breathes rapidly to calm her shattered nerves.
He turns to leave but a small hand grabs his arm in an ironclad grip, he turns to face her and is momentarily blinded by her mane of thick brown hair.
Hermione grabs Draco by the collar and kisses him fervently.
Their need urgent, they shed their clothes and caress and touch every inch of their naked bodies.
She is impressed by his length and girth, the sight fills her with a sensation she is not familiar with.
It presses into the skin of her inner thigh and she closes her eyes in anticipation.
He trails his fingers along her body, tracing the luscious curves of her full body.
Draco sucks on the delicate skin on her neck, he grabs hold of his rock hard cock and guides it into her entrance.
Without a second thought, he rams into her hoping to make a lasting impression, the wanting to stand out from her former lovers is strong.
Her fingers dig into his back and expensive sheets, a pained moan rolls off her tongue.
A whimper follows and Draco stills as her tight walls clamp down around his dick and the tip tears through a barrier.
He brings his head up and stares at the woman beneath him.
Words desert him....
D : "You're a virgin."
He had already taken her, Hermione almost let's out a laugh.
Boldly, she locks eyes with him and runs her fingers through his silky fine locks.
H : "Not anymore."
D : "Granger, fuck...why didn't you tell me?"
H : "Does it matter?
D : "Yes, I shouldn't have been your first."
H : "Why? What difference does it make?"
D : "Forgive me."
H : "There's nothing to forgive, I wanted this."
H : "I want you."
He claims her lips passionately.
D : "Everything about you is special."
D : "I want to ravish you slowly."
H : "Finish what you started, Draco."
Hearing his name coming out her mouth was explosive, it went down to his core.
He slows his pace and pleasures her until they are bathed in sweat and completely spent.
Draco withdraws reluctantly, throws his long legs off the bed and strides naked into the massive ensuite.
He opens the gold plated tap, takes his cock in his hand and stares at it.
The tip is covered with blood and semen.
Her blood, the evidence of her virginity and purity.
It was pure and untainted, not a drop of mud or discoloration to it.
She was his.
It was nothing like he had ever experienced, he was well versed in bedding a woman, but this, being with her felt as if he was reborn from the ashes.
The roaring feelings from his core scares him, it paralyzes him and he holds onto the porcelain sink to steady himself.
The generations old magic flowing through his veins speak to him, it pulls at the strings of his heart and propels him to her.
Their union is an unexpected one, a forbidden love in dark times.
Draco narrows his eyes at his relection and smirks, he would protect her, cherish her and love her with all his being.
Hermione touches her body, it was mere minutes but she craved him again, her heart aches for his presence, she couldn't understand what was happening but it felt glorious.
The need to be surrounded by his warmth engulfed her, she closes her eyes, throws her head back and groans in frustration.
Large hands palm her ripened breasts and teeth graze her sensitive skin.
He pushes his throbbing cock into her tight cunt and pleasured moans escape their lips.
He growls protectively, "Mine."
She sighs in content, "Yours, always."
