Dramione - The Sweetest Dream

Chapter 53

            "Where do you think she could be?" Hermione cast a glance at Draco as she pulled a sweater over her head.

"I think that Bellatrix will be weakened by the Draconite, so she'll most likely go somewhere where she feels safe." The sculpted muscles of Draco's chest glistened slightly with the sheen of sweat. He watched as Hermione dressed herself, his eyes lingering on her exposed flesh, watching the delicate blue veins pulsing beneath her thin, ivory skin.

Hermione leaned against the wall, her face flushed from the effort of dressing her pregnant self. "Where would that be, though?" She asked breathlessly, her eyes fixated on the crackling flames in the hearth. She furrowed her brow, her eyes the color of sunlight passing through whiskey as she stared at the fire.

"I can't think of anywhere. I feel like we've exhausted every possibility," Draco spoke evenly as his slender fingers buttoned his crisp oxford shirt.

Hermione's amber eyes softened as she watched Draco, the lines between his brows deepened, the flecks of silver in his pale blue eyes prominent in the warm glow of the fire. The top two buttons of his shirt remain undone, revealing the sharp definition of muscle and bone along his chest. The fabric of his shirt stretched snuggly across his biceps, the same arms that had held her just moments ago, enveloping her in safety and warmth.

"Did she ever love anyone?" Hermione spoke softly. Draco's head snapped up, a lock of pale blonde hair falling across his forehead and his eyes hardening with shock.

"I- well, hell, Hermione, I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace the room. Hermione stayed near the fireplace, allowing the heat of the flames to seep into her bones.

"If there's a possibility that she was ever in love, we have to find out, Draco."

Draco stopped in front of Hermione, his hair tousled and sticking up in multiple different directions. His shoulders slumped as he let out a deep sigh. "I suppose you're right, love."

Hermione felt the muscles in her back uncoil as she saw the rigidness in Draco's shoulders dissipate. Reaching her hands out, she wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, feeling the comforting weight of his hand on her hip.

"Can you think of anyone whom Bellatrix would have been romantic with?" She asked softly, feeling Draco's muscles tense as she spoke his aunt's name. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pressing into the muscles with her thumbs. A small groan of pleasure vibrated in his chest as he closed his eyes.

"It's important, Draco. She might have gone looking for him after she left Hogworts."

His eyes opened as he took Hermione's hands in his. A deep, shaky breath escaped his lips as he whispered,

"She might have gone to find her husband."