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Granger's List by JessiyL
Chapter 16 : Usurper
 
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Chapter Sixteen: Usurper
Hermione finally left the bathroom in a cloud of steam, her hair dried and smoothed magically. Draco was struck dumb as he was most nights that he watched her get ready for bed. She was the most enchanting woman he had ever met. He clenched his jaw. He needed to stand his ground this time. He couldn't afford to lose his train of thought because he was thinking about the way she looks. The way his hands would feel on her hips as he lowered his mouth to her neck. 

When she began sleeping in his room, he thought that something more would develop between them. Although they snuggled and lent each other support while listening to each other's woes and stories. They were developing an intimacy that would be envied by most of the eligible bachelors in the wizarding world. There only a few passionate kisses shared between them but no petting and absolutely no shenanigans. He still got the breath knocked out of him every time he woke up and saw her next to him, more often than not wrapped around him with her head on his chest.  He was a lucky man, despite the sneaky hair attacks in the dead of night.

"Are you okay Draco?" Hermione asked in concern, raising a hand to cup his face. He let out a strangled moan and pulled her into him, burying his face in her hair.

"No. I have this horrible feeling that something is going to happen to you. I am afraid that one day, they will come for you and I won't be able to do anything to stop it. I will be powerless, just like last time."

"I will be fine."

"What if,"

"Draco," She cut him off. "I am safe. I am with you and we are both safe."

She leaned in and molded her lips around his. His breath caught and his heart began to pound as if he were running a marathon. He lifted his arms and wound one of them around her waist, the other in her curly hair. Her tiny hands were maddening, slowly caressing his chest and when she made that noise in her throat, he was a goner.

Was there anything that could actually compare to the feeling of this witch in his arms, to her soft lips, to the way she said his name as if it were a prayer? She moaned as his tongue flicked her bottom lip in a bid to deepen this kiss. Her floral scent surrounded him; he was drunk on the flavor of this woman. Draco walked backward as she pushed him towards the bed. Who was he to stand in the way of what this woman wanted? He would give her everything.

When the bed hit the back of his knees, he sat down and pulled Hermione onto his lap. She cradled his face in her hands as she leaned away, a smile on her lips. He stared at the plump swollen redness that was her lips and wondered if he could get away with kissing her again. He couldn't take his eyes from them. The way they felt against his was nothing short of earth shattering. He wanted to hear the way she might suck air in surprise as he dove in for more. Instead, he froze and looked away. This was madness. How is it that he was so gone, so wrapped around her small finger that he couldn't even think? 

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione asked, hands still caressing his face. He took a breath and centered himself, using every ounce of Occlumency that he had ever been taught. He needed to focus.

"I had an idea about the Muggles as you were trying to beat some sense into Creevey's head."

"Oh yeah?"

He reached up and wrapped his hands around her tiny wrists. For a second, he marveled at just how small she really was. It just figured that the most terrifying and powerful person he knew was a tiny woman like her. He pulled her hands from his face and looked into her eyes. He couldn't think when she held him like that. The way she touched him put ideas in his head, ideas they didn't have the time to explore at the moment.

"I think it is time that we visit the Muggle Prime Minister."

She raised her brows.

"How will that solve anything?"

"I have been talking to your workers, the Muggleborns and they have told me some interesting things about Muggle culture. I want the Muggles to admit that this was a horrible misunderstanding fueled by a malicious hoax."

Hermione thought about it for a moment. It's not like they could obliviate on a large scale, could they? She gasped and stared into space. She had her typical lightbulb epiphany; the one that drove her to seek out the library.

"Draco," She breathed. "You are utterly brilliant, amazing, fantastical!" She dropped kisses all over his face before laughingly bounding off his lap and out of their room. Draco followed her, a curious bemusement on his face. She had gone straight to the library to the history section.

"Draco I need to send a letter. Can you get me an owl?" She asked loading her arms with magical texts and setting them on the table, opening them to various pages as if she already knew what she was looking for but just needed confirmation.

"Your wish is my command." He said with a small bow. There was nothing quite like being usurped by a library for a witch's attention. Since it was Hermione, he was willing to overlook the slight. Draco left, observing that she was elbow deep in the books scattered around her. He noted with no small surprise that she was in the history books; specifically, New York, 1926.

 


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