Part 26: When A Lioness Attacks

                                    

                                          
The feel of him.
                          
Brushing against me so...so curtly.
                          
If his words weren't enough to turn me on- then that surely did it. He says nothing as he tries to read my expression. I want to feel more of him, but would it be too soon? Sure we've known each other for years, but just barely. There's obviously a whole new depth to him that I never would have imagine existed.
                          
Releasing my grip on him, I let me feet lay flat on the bed with my knees peaks and my arms unravel from his neck as my eyes search his
                          
"Her...Hermione, I..." I shouldn't....but the little devil on my shoulder tells me too. Sliding my right hand down his front, I stop when it's touching the head of his manhood. His eyes widen and I never break eye contact. 
                          
"What's the matter?" I lowly ask and I rub my hand over him. "Cat got your tongue."
                          
I breathlessly say. His mouth drops open and his eyes flutter to the back of his skull as I continue touching him. My left hand works on his buckle to his belt as I massage him and feel him harden against the heel of my palm. When his belt is undone, I quickly set my task to undoing his pants. His eyes close as his breathing becomes ragged. His instincts lead him to slowly thrusting forward against my hand as I continue to rub him.
                          
"Let's lose some of these clothes." I say and his eyes shoot open as his mouth seems to go dry.  Pushing my palms flat against his chest, I encourage him to sit up so I can as well. It takes him a few moments, but he does and I unbutton his shirt and drop it to my bedroom floor. Looking at his bare chest, I freeze for a moment as my eyes take in the long dark pink scars that cover his chest and stomach. My finger tips ever so slowly traces over one and I know most of these are from Harry when they dueled in the lavatory and Draco nearly bled to death.  "Do they hurt?" 
                          
I quietly ask as I look up at him. His face seems slightly tormented and pale, but he shakes his head no. His hands slowly come to the seam of my t-shirt. He slowly pulls up on it and takes in my own bare chest. He finds the scars from when Ron tried to attack him months ago and I stepped in front. But those aren't the ones he lingers on. His eyes slowly make their way to my left forearm and he turns my arm over in his hand so he can look at my scar from his Aunt. I take his left arm and gaze at his Death Eater tattoo and on the inside of his left forearm- Morte Regno's tattoo. A skull, hourglass and Scythe. They burn underneath my finger tips and they seem to hurt him as well.
                          
"Do they...do they..." I can't ask.
                          
"Burn...yes. Constantly. Though with the Dark Lords gone- it's more of an irritating tingle at this point." He says. His thumb slowly goes over the etched in word on my arm and he brings it up to his lips. He kisses it and covers it with his hand. "I wish I.... wait...."
                          
He gets out of bed and aparates somewhere. Did he just...leave?
                          
When he comes back a moment later, he has a book in his hand and he pulls his wand out. 
                          
"Draco...what are you doing?" I ask curiously and a bit nervous as he opens the black tattered and flips through it. He doesn't answer me as he reads and scans the yellowing pages from time. He gets half way through the book and then stops and looks up at me.
                          
"Hermione...you want this gone..." It's not even really a question- more of a statement.
                          
"Well...I mean obviously it's a horrible reminder..."
                          
"I can make it go away. There's a spell here that can remove deep scars...I can remove it for you. It'll be like it never happened." He says and my heart flutters for a moment and then I pause- truly thinking about it.