DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
WARNING: Contains graphic material!

"I don't want to be disgusted by this feeling anymore. Not by the fact that I'm in love with you, but by the fact that I have to hide it all, Hermione," Draco inhaled deeply.

Hermione's eyes were wide, and her lips were wanting to ask what was wrong. She was also in shock, due to Draco's confession. It had seemed surreal, but it was also expected. She knew he had strong feelings for her, but there were certain restrictions. If Harry knew...If Ron knew...She could only imagine what they would do to him.

Hermione's desperate mouth was so close to his. They both lay on the cold grounds of the dungeon. It was dark, only there was a hole, where moonlight shown through. It landed on the couple beautifully. The simple moonlight complimented Draco's fair hair. It made Hermione's eyes shine with pure hope.

"Hermione," he repeated, and then looked down, because his heart began to beat one thousand beats per millisecond.

"Yes?" She whispered, innocently and patiently.

"I think I'm ready," he announced, flatly, and simultaneously staring into the eyes of the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

She covered her mouth, and her face began to turn a scarlet red. She was on the verge of crying. Draco released a short giggle, and smiled from ear to ear. He gently kissed her eyes to bring her ears to a halt.

"I am so, so sorry for being a total git to you in the past," he admitted with complete sincerity. His eyes were filled with guilt.

"Oh, shut up, you daft bimbo," she enunciated with utter sarcasm. She could barely keep a straight face. She began to laugh, as well as Draco.

They rejoiced in a calm kiss. Draco never wanted to hurt or betray this woman again. He simply wanted her. Hermione was enslaved within his charm. Why couldn't she see it before? Hermione was the first to separate, but merely centimeters. She exhaled and let out a slight moan.

Worry lines formed between her eyes.

Draco was shocked. "What is it?"

"Your father…He will hear about this, and have you removed from Hogwarts-removed from me."

Draco thought, 'I will find a way to come back to you, Hermione-I always will.' However, the only words that of which he allowed escape, after a deep breath, were, "I love you, Hermione Jean Granger."

She was speechless. Her eyes and barely open lips were begging for a more passionate kiss. She cradled his perfect jaw line with her left hand. They peered into each others' souls. "As do I, Draco Malfoy."

They rejoiced once more. Hermione received what she had desired the most. Their eyes were closed tightly. She climbed on top of him, and simultaneously unbuttoned his white shirt. Such an action revealed his beauty. She moaned, and licked downwards. He wanted to watch her work her magic, but was taken aback at how pleasant this feeling was. He was finally alive and free. He attempted to moan loudly, but his voice cracked in pure pleasure. He was unsure to touch Hermione, for he did not want to disrespect her, or make her feel obligated to stop.

She kept her chin on his pelvis, as she grew more curious. "Draco? You know you can touch me, too, correct?"

He blushed deeply. He went for her neck, and sucked hard. He formed a hickey, which claimed her as his own. There was no hiding their relationship any longer. She moaned adorably. Hermione lifted her chin into the air. Draco gradually snaked his fingers down to her panties. Each second created more and more goosebumps on Hermione's fragile skin. He played with her clit until she begged for more.

"Draco, just enter me," she pulled his blond hair with her right hand. She was now sitting on top of him, with an arched back.

He smiled that, sly smile. "No, love," he growled. "I want to have a little fun, and please you first."

He grabbed her thighs from the inside, and lifted her hips to straddle his face. He looked at her, as if to say he had won every war for the rest of his life. He had the House Cup in his hands. He never wanted to let go of it.

He had already pulled down Hermione's tight pants, and began to stroke her clit with his strong tongue. He flicked it upwards, and downwards in a slow pattern. She slightly jumped when she began to feel his effects.

"Nnng-" she moaned repetitively. "Ah," she exhaled when she could manage to open her mouth.

"I could make you cum, just by using foreplay," he began to suck on her clitoris vigorously.

"Fuck me!" She pleaded eagerly.

He pulled down his own pants. He inserted his cock into Hermione's vagina carefully. He looked at her with a worried expression. "Does it hurt?"

"A little," she breathed sharply.

"Do you want to stop?"

She mocked his sly smile. She began to arch her back, and pull upwards. He grabbed her hips, and moved with her beat. He grew deep inside her.

"What if I cum?"

She was drooling. Conversation was obviously not an option at this point. She kissed him to shut him up. He moaned and closed his eyes. 'This was really happening,' he thought, 'I'm going to cum inside of Hermione Jean Granger, soon. I want to be with her. I want to raise children with her. I will propose at the right time. Forget what Father thinks. I don't care anymore.'

A/N: Hello. This is my first Dramione fic. I hope you liked it. I will take requests in reviews. I understand that not everyone ships Dramione, but leave it at pure imagination, please. I adore these two, as well as Fremione, Rarry, and more. If you would like to discuss becoming a Beta, then leave me a message. I will start uploading on a regular basis, once I finally decide how to carry on the story. (Which is obviously where you come in. Again, leave a review.) Thank you very much in advance. Have a wonderful day, and spread kindness.