At Last

A/N: Alternate Universe. Heavy Lemon. My first true attempt at a pure smut fic, hope you like it. First of two-parter. Read, enjoy and review.

It was over. Done. Finished. Voldemort was dead and finally, truly, gone forever. The losses were many, but the Wizarding World breathed a huge sigh of relief, but none more so than Hermione Granger. She was now free; free to live her life without judgment; free to be the person she wanted, not what society expected; but most of all so was free to be with and love her boyfriend of two years openly, Draco Malfoy.

Their relationship began when Hermione and Professor Snape both found Draco in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom following his encounter with Harry and the Sectumsempra curse. She began to like Draco (what she called him in her head, as it wasn't acceptable to called him that in public) in Fourth Year when he cheered her up after her blow-up with Ron at the Yule Ball. That night she saw a different side of Draco; one that she knew wasn't as bad as his reputation or name suggested. Once he was admitted to the Hospital Wing, she didn't leave his side that night, she waited until he woke up determined to say her piece. Luckily, a couple hours later she got her chance and thankfully he listened. And in a surprising twist, he returned her feelings saying he began to like her following Third Year after she punched him. They shared a laugh and then a searing first kiss. Shortly after they began dating in secret. Late-night walks, picnics by moonlight, rendezvous in dark alcoves or empty classrooms, all the while keeping up appearances. Then he joined the Order, and Harry reluctantly accepted him; racked with guilt and the drive to win back Hermione's friendship, which was in tatters. She was chuffed to bits that Draco joined them, especially since his mission as an undercover Death Eater, known only to her, Harry, Dumbledore and Kingsley Shacklebolt who concocted the plan prevented Greyback's attack on Bill Weasley and shortened the hunt for Horcruxes.

As she searched the Great Hall where all the survivors had gathered, she noticed the distinct head of blond belonging to her beloved boyfriend standing near the staff table seemingly lost. She ran to him, calling out his name, ignoring the stares she was receiving. Her billowy brunette curls trailing behind her as she ran to him with a huge smile on her face; happy he was alive, happy that they can finally be together without hiding and happy that tonight they can finally consummate their love. She had saved herself for this and for him. In fact the furthest they got was a heart-pumping snog session; she wouldn't even allow him to get to what the Americans referred to as "second base". No, she wanted the first time they made love to be the first time she gave him everything.

Years ago, she imagined giving herself to Ron, since she pinned for him since Second Year, but he never reacted to her flirts or advances and it all came to a head at the Yule Ball when he insulted her for showing up with Viktor Krum. So that dream died. Now with her on the verge of giving herself to Draco, his love and devotion to her, and hers to him, the thought of giving herself to Ron now, somewhat disgusted her.

Draco turned his head to the familiar sound of his witch calling his name and smiled brightly. He picked her up when she leapt into his arms and twirled her around happily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her battle-dried lips to his own. He adjusted her in his arms and deepened their kiss, uncaring of the reaction they were getting from those around them.

When they finally broke and he let her down, both smiled at the other.

"Merlin, you have no idea how worried I was," Hermione said as she hugged her boyfriend once more.

His smile widened, "Well, if this was the kind of reception I was going to get, maybe I should have made you worry just a little more," Draco joked. That earned him a playful slap on the chest.

"Well think of that as a teaser to what is to come, then," Hermione said slyly.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked with a questioning brow.

She leaned up and whispered something inaudible to those around, but if Draco's bug-eyed reaction was any indication it was something good because immediately after he asked, "Really? Tonight? Everything?"

Hermione gave him a smirk that made his chest swell; she had picked that up from him and used it from time to time.

That confirmed it. Immediately he picked her up throwing her over his shoulder, for which she let out a surprised yelp and a giggle and he ran out of the Great Hall. The first thing he thought of was disapparating, he wondered; now that the castle lay in ruins would the anti-Apparition wards still work. But he tried anyway, and amazingly they disappeared, arriving inside Hermione's home in Watford as to not alert any muggles. Draco chose Hermione's house since it was the perfect place for what they were going to do. It was private; currently uninhabited, what with Hermione's parents in Australia; and most importantly comforting, Draco wanted Hermione's first time to be where she felt the most comfortable.

As he set her down, they both required a few moments to recover from the after-effects of Apparition. Once they did, Draco locked the doors and put up anti-Apparition wards around the house and closed the fireplace to prevent her meddling friends from disrupting them, especially the Weasel. Despite being in a relationship with Lavender Brown and knowing about Hermione's relationship with him the git still didn't trust him, and this is after he joined the Order, spied for the Order and fought against Voldemort.

He wanted total privacy for what they were about to do.

Hermione meanwhile was healing her minor cuts and bruises once she was done she healed Draco, which he thanked her for with a, "Thanks, love," followed by a quick kiss and a quick squeeze of her bum. She chided him playfully after that, but before he could rebuke, she cut him off by saying, "Instead of arguing, how about you follow me upstairs and into the shower, hmm?" Sealing it with a saucy smirk.

Draco smiled, "Lead the way, love."

Hermione began to walk to the stairs, her pace proved too slow for Draco so he pinched her bum, that resulted in her letting out a squeal, and running up the stairs, laughing. Draco followed taking the stairs two at a time, smirking all the way.

E/N: Lemon in Part 2