It had been a month since they started to be involved with one another. It started out as a shock but after the first two weeks, a new gossip aroused within the student's discussions. Draco and Hermione's friend groups had gradually accepted the idea of the two of them dating. It took a few fights and some convincing before everyone got over themselves.

Eventually Hermione and Draco's relationship got to the point of them snogging repetitively in small spaces like broom closets and the like. They never left each other's sides it seemed like. They were so obviously involved with one another. They were in deep.

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Hermione hissed against Draco's lips. "Draco?" She pulled back. "I need... to ask you something..."

"Yes, love?" Draco asked, breathless from their snogging session. Currently, they were stuffed in a very small broom closet with their bodies pressed very close together.

"How... do... you feel..." she herself was breathless too. "About... sex?"

She held her breath as she felt Draco stiffen. "Like what do I think about... It?" He asked, not looking at her.

She immediately regretted asking him. Was it wrong of her to think they'd been dating long enough to get physically involved with each other? "Yeah... I guess... I was just wondering..." she tried to shrug it off.

"Well I think it's important." He said, looking at her. She was now the one looking away. He smiled then. "I also... have been thinking about it a lot... recently..." It was his turn to be nervous.

"How so?" Hermione questioned, looking up at her partner.

"Well.. you and I..." he blushed deeply, though it wasn't really visible in the dark closet. "We've been... together for a while... and I..." he trailed off, hoping she could figure the rest out.

"Okay..." she said, understanding Draco.

"Is that like a good okay... or a bad okay... or an okay as in 'what the hell goes through your head, Draco?'?" He started to ramble.

"Are you nervous?" Hermione asked, almost laughing at him, but managing to stay quiet.

"...yeah... I've never really-"

"You're a virgin?" Hermione asked, surprised at him.

"Yes." Draco said lamely. "I know... I know... It doesn't sound like me..."

"I don't judge people by who they have or haven't had sex with." Hermione said. Then corrected herself with. "Well... I try not to..."

"So then... Are you...?"

"Oh, no." She said, suddenly shy. "Yeah, I've lost that card a few years ago."

"You?" Draco asked, not believing her. "Hermione Granger? The book worm?"

"Yeah... I kind of got drunk at this muggle bar and met up with a childhood friend." She shook her head. "We're good now though... It was a one time thing."

"That was all then?"

"No..." Hermione told him. "Krum and I stay in touch and he visited before the war. We had a thing going, but that shortly stopped after I found him in bed with... multiple girls..." she shivered at the memory. "Then there was Ron... we didn't last..."

"Was it good?" Draco asked. "The sex, I mean. Was the sex good?"

"No fireworks." She shrugged and pressed against Draco. "Nothing that was this serious."

"And would you like... to you know... with me?"

She laughed and pushed him into the wall snogging him senseless. "I want to fuck your brains out."

Draco smiled like a kid on his birthday.

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Hermione couldn't stop smiling. She glanced down at her note again.

Meet in RoR and prepare for a sleepless night. -D.M.

Her heart fluttered every time she read it. They were going to... tonight. She could contain her excitement. She just had to get past a few more classes and dinner then she could head down to the Room of Requirements. She recalled the snogging session they had in the broom closet a week earlier.

This was going to be a big night. For both of them.

Finally. She would finally be able to fuck him. Fuck her boyfriend. Fuck Draco fucking Malfoy.

And as a bonus, she was the one taking him. She would always be his first and nothing could change that. She would make this night unforgettable. She would ruin him for all other women.

She smiled and slipped the note inside her robe's pocket, hiding from view as she walked into potions class. Potions class with the new professor, Ramsy. He was a balding wizard with a horrible taste in soap. He smelt worse Snape and didn't quite meet Snape's role. She found she actually missed the old potions master, he was much more challenging than this new laid back teacher. Though, she figured to some students it was a relief to finally have an easy teacher for potions. Yet, she still felt as if Professor Ramsy didn't challenge her as Snape always did and she missed that aspect of the class. It was no longer tough and hard to achieve high marks. There was no accomplishment in earning those top grades, because everyone was in that class.

Hermione sat down next to Luna, having the class with Ravenclaws. The blond smiled at Hermione sat, obviously happy to have a lab partner for the day.

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By dinner, Hermione was sneaking glances at her Slytherin boyfriend not so discreetly and hardly cared what anyone thought. Godric, she was turning her into a fangirl, the way she was eye fucking him obsessively. But alas, she couldn't help it. He was just too damn hot and too damn tempting. She kept telling herself, she only liked him because of his appearance. That's all. And besides, it's not like Draco would ever agree to giving up his v-card unless he found her somewhat attractive. It made her proud someone wanted her. Again. Yet, this time, it was different. She wanted him.

It was just his body.

His hair, his smile, his smirk, his muscles, his everything. And Godric, was she attracted to it all. But was a physical attraction just a crush? Could it be called that? Or was it more of lust? Or need?

But wasn't it more than that? Her feelings, maybe, by an off chance, might run deeper than what she's leading herself to believe? Did she crush on him for more than his physical physique? For more than what she sees?

It was just his body.

But, no, it wasn't. She had convinced herself that was reason she enjoyed his company. That was the reason she loved his kisses. That was the reason she waited every minute wanting to be with him. But it wasn't true, part of it was. But not really. Not really because a tiny voice inside of her crushed on the small things- the inner things- about him.

The way he acted when she was around. Like she was the only girl in the world. The way he always noticed her in the halls, even when they didn't have time for a quick snog. The way he was careful not to hurt her during their snogging sessions. The way he cared for her in a way she couldn't describe. It was all leading to what he was inside.

It was not just his body.

Was it ever just his body? Was it all about getting to know him as a person? She don't know.

Hermione's eyes flickered up one last time, right before dismissal, to catch his eyes. They were focused on her, as if waiting for her to finally look up at him. His lips twitched into a slight and subtle smile, one that would go unnoticed by anyone who looked at first glance. But she saw it. Of course she saw. Because she was anticipating that small movement. And she also did the same, showing her own happiness upon seeing his face. She quickly licked her lips, wetting the chapped skin there. His eyes flickered down a fraction of inch, showing he noticed her subconscious gesture. She hadn't realized she did that and flushed barely in her own ignorance. But then she noticed something. He was looking at her a little more eagerly. Was licking her lips a turn-on for him? She smiled, supposing it was. This would be fun.

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Hermione stood outside the materialized doors in front of her. She wasn't ready to go in yet. She was mentally preparing herself for what was inside. Her hands fidgeted slightly in nervousness, there were so many possibilities that this road would lead to.

Feeling she was ready, Hermione pushed the wood doors open easily. Draco was there. Laying on a large bed. His feet dangled down the end of the bed whilst his arms were tucked behind his head. His eyes were shut and she wasn't certain he was entirely conscious.

As she came more into the room, the door closed silently behind her and she got a better view of the inside. A fire was lit in a fireplace off to the side. In front of the burning logs was a few couches and a bookshelf, which was positioned against the same wall as the lively crackling fire. Of course, in the center of the room was a large king sized bed decked in green coloured fabric. How typical of Draco. Beside from the obvious coziness that the room held, Hermione felt a bit out of place and she wasn't sure why.

Moving forward, Hermione came to stand over Draco, watching him sleep. A smile came across her face as an idea popped in her mind. She removed her top layer of robes, just to relieve some unneeded clothing. She let the robes fall to the ground and left them where they lay. Seeing as Draco was in a deep sleep, she brushed his bangs a little, causing him to twitch ever so slightly. This way, though, she could see his face clearer. Her smile grew. He was so peaceful, laying there as dreams clouded his head.

Hermione decided to be a little daring an put her knee down right next to his thigh, preparing to straddle the unsuspecting blond. He shifted and she froze. When he settled again she put her other knee down on the other side of his other thigh and sat down on him. He shifted greatly at the new weight upon his pelvic region. Hermione leaned forward, pressing her elbows on either side of his head.

"Draco..." She cooed. He turned his head, waking like people usually do. "Draco... Wakey Wakey..." She practically purred him awake until his eyes finally met hers.

"Hermione." He whispered and then his eyes widened noticing their position and closeness. "Wha-"

"Shh." She put a finger to his lips, silencing him. "You're only going to be speaking in moans now."

She drug her finger downwards, to his collar. His robes were already removed as well as his sweater and tie. He was now left in a white button shirt and pants. His shoes had been discarded along with his other items. Hermione undid the first buttons slowly, each time exposing new skin in his toned chest.

Her heat clenched a little as she suddenly felt him tented beneath her, excited. A smirk came over her at the thought of Draco being aroused by her. Though, she had felt it before, it was different this time. Because this time it would really happen. They would make it real.

Her lips met his in a seductive kiss and she ran her tongue down his jawline, teasing his legs as well by brushing his thighs slightly. He moaned a little, pleased with her work. She smiled and continued to venture down until she met his ear. Her teeth grazed the outside and nipped at the lobe. Draco hummed in appreciation, which made Hermione more confident. She ran her tongue down his jugular and neck area, going as slow as possible, teasing him endlessly. An inpatient growl surfaced in the back of his throat, wanting her to get a move on, but Hermione wouldn't have any of it.

"Now, now..." She whispered against his collarbone. Her hand was on his chest, drawing slow circles with her nail. "We're not going to be fast... yet..."

She licked his skin a bit before kissing her way down his chest and pushing him backwards on the bed. She mentioned bed to the floor and knelt between his legs. He sighed a small release as she started to undo his belt and trousers. Merlin, she was something else entirely.

He lifted his hips momentarily as she slipped the black pants off his body, leaving him in his boxers, which were not surprisingly green. Hermione stifled a small laugh at his Slytherin pride and stopped to cover her mouth. He shot up, hearing her amusement.

"Green?" She asked, between gasps. "Seriously?"

"What?" Draco asked defensively. "I'm sure you have your fair share of red undergarments."

Hermione giggled more, unable to contain herself. She then stood and pulled her sweater off, which was then followed by her tie and shoes.

"For the record," she said to him, whilst removing her high socks. She had sobered up from her humorous self and was now fiercely removing her clothing. "I happen to have multiple colours of undergarments." She blushed a little at the statement, but recovered quickly. She started unbuttoning her white shirt. "For example," she said, getting down her to bra, exposing it for him to see, "this bra is a light blue with dark polka dots..." She removed the rest of her shirt and threw it to the ground. "Whilst..." She unzipped her side zipper of her skirt. "My underwear is..." Hermione let go of the fabric and let the cloth pool at her feet, exposing her, "green with a black trim," underwear.

She put her hands on her hips, defiantly. Usually, her stubborn pose would work, but seeing as she was trying to use it on her boyfriend whom she was very much exposed to, this pose didn't really convey the right message. Draco smirked and was propped up on his elbows, definitely enjoying the view.

"Damn..." he said, almost disappointed. "I really wanted to be the one to undress you."

Hermione suddenly blushed, realizing she was standing there without anything really covering her. She couldn't really say anything, as he just gaped. Her hands had wrapped around her at her realization and was now trying to hide her cleavage and pelvic region.

"No, no..." Draco said, getting off the bed. "Don't be shy." He told her, pulling her next to him. "It's alright." He whispered in her ear. "You're beautiful."

Hermione's breathe caught in her throat at the statement. He thought she was beautiful. And that just made her want to fuck him even more. Her lips snogged his and suddenly the mood was back. She pushed him back, slowly until his thighs met the bed and he sat down.

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Back out now, or forever hold your shameful and very passionate fangirling with this smut.

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She knelt. "Hermion-"

"Draco, you're going to have the best blowout of your life, but what I need you to do right now is shut the hell up." She told him, her voice almost commanding. "I'm going to ruin you." She whispered, looking up at him. "No other girl will be anything compared to what I'm going to do to you." He could only swallow thickly and nod stiffly, then laid back. "Do you trust me, Draco?" She asked, removing his belt.

"Yes." He whispered not audible.

"What was that?" She asked, still sounding like the one in charge.

"Yes." He said louder.

"That's what I thought I heard." She whispered, as she pulled his erect cock out and removed his trousers.

Then she was working. And she was giving and she was blessing him like he had never felt before. And he felt as if it was Christmas, his birthday, and Halloween all at once, more than that. His mind was blinded and his eyes wouldn't focus. His brain wasn't analyzing what he was feeling. And he couldn't think. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. Her tongue and lips moved over him like a drug. Dopamine in his mind was exploding and releasing all it had. It was total bliss. And the high didn't end, it only got better. And better and better... until... until he did explode. And she drank. And he was lost. Lost in it all.

The pleasure eased away slowly and he finally came to his senses. "Salazar, Hermione, that was fucking mind blowing."

She kissed him sweetly and smiled. "Glad," kiss, "you," kiss, "think," kiss, "so." Kiss. They held the final one and he was suddenly in control, flipping her around with her back to the bed and him pushing down on her.

He unclipped her bra clasp. "Mine turn." He growled.

Hermione smirked smugly at his change of action. His head dipped down, capturing her nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive area. His other hand pawed at her other breast, massaging it. She let out a sigh and allowed her eyes to close in pleasure. Moving on, Draco ran his tongue up to his neck and jawline, salivating on her skin. It glistened when hit with light, marking the spot he'd been. Nipping a bit, he kissed his way up to his lips.

"You're beautiful." He whispered, his eyes staring into hers. His hand moved down, traveling over her knickers. "Tell me what you like..." He asked of her, before heading back to her navel and lower area.

His fingers skimmed the fabric, moving over it slowly, teasingly. She gasped a little. "Hmmm?" He inquired. "Feel good?" He slipped under the thin sheet-like material and gently pulled them down.

"Draco." She breathed, watching him. He wasn't looking at her eyes though, he was moving to her heat. She caught his head with both hands. "No."

A look of confusion conflicted on his face, before settling. "Okay."

She smiled and pulled him up to her, lips meeting and nose mushing. He didn't question why she refused to be touched there, and he let it go. Changing positions a bit, she lifted her legs to latch onto his. His knees now between her legs in a much more comfortable stance.

"You ready?" She whispered, holding his face in her hands.

He smiled shy, "I don't know what I'm doing." And a nervous laugh escaped him.

"Sure you do." Hermione encouraged. "I'll walk your through it."

He shook his head in amusement. "'Kay."

His body was already covering her, his dick touching her, yet not going anywhere. She held still, but both of their breath was erratic and bothered. Hermione gave him a small nod, pulling his face to hers in a kiss with one hand and went to grip his manhood in the other. He had one arm down on one side of her, supporting himself from crushing her and the other by her hip doing the same.

He shivered slightly as she gripped him, then positioned him at her entrance. Heat to heat. Then she moved her hand back to his hip then to his bum. With a small push forward, his hips rolled into hers, penetrating her. A gasp was sound from Draco as he held still. The hand of Hermione's traveled up his side to his shoulders and waited patiently for him to adjust.

"Merlin..." He whispered, his voice rasp and husky. Then he let out a shaky breath. "Can we move?"

Hermione beamed up at him, wiping a bang about his eye. "Go for it."

He smiled, then pushed in, filling her all the way up. And mmm he felt good. It had been a while since Hermione had been with someone, but this felt different. A good different. A not so much as fireworks different, but a smidgen more passion different. And it was enough to send her over the top.

With little motivation, they began to move, adjusting to the new feeling of each other. Lips met and tongues crashed. Draco had his palms dug into the bedsheet on either side of her, thrusting in and out. Hermione held on, pulling him down for kisses and giving a snap to her hips every once in a while, making Draco tremble.

"Ah fuck..." He hissed, closing his eyes.

"Much better..." Hermione took a few breathes. "Than masturbation..." a few more, panting. "or any fantasy."

Draco drove deeper, laughing a bit. "The real deal." He said under his breath, capturing her for a snog.

In and out. The sound of skin slapping against each other and the pants of the participants. In and out. Eyes were closed; eyes were open; eyes watching. In and out.

"Faster." Hermione encouraged.

A grunt from Draco and they were speeding up the pace a little more. They kept at it, going faster and harder and longer until it was practically impossible to hold themselves together any longer. Draco split over the edge first, emptying his seed into her with a cry. Hermione followed, her cunt squeezing his member once more, milking it, and her vision flashing away momentarily. Her back arched off the bed and her breasts forced outward.

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Draco watched in awe, watching his lover come in from of him, because of him.

Merlin, he loved her.

He loved this girl. This beautiful girl that managed to change him and his whole future. How could something like that ever happen? When did he become such a lovesick teenager?

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Hermione watched him, his body. The body.

It wasn't just his body.

Sure, she had decided this earlier but really... now it was true. She had come to love more than his body. She came to love his feelings, his emotions, him as a whole. She loved this boy.

That boy that teased her for seven years. That boy who would make fun of her for so long it would make her cry. That boy who she came to love. The boy who loved her.

He loved her right?

He didn't just like her because of her body, did he? It wasn't just her body was it? He loved all of her, didn't he?

Would she be able to say that to him?

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He pulled back; pulled out and laid beside her in bed. Both of them were breathing hard after the act. They didn't say anything, both lost in thought. They stared up at the ceiling. Not awkward, just silently. Just peacefully.

"You were amazing." Draco commented, then turned his head to her, looking at her. She smiled and did the same.

"So were you." She whispered, then pulled him in for a snog. "Don't forget it."

"Merlin knows I won't."

Hermione laughed playfully. "Oh, God I hope he doesn't know that'd be so weird!"

Draco laughed along with her. As their laughter died, he spoke again. "I love you." She seemed to freeze, the laughter coming to a complete halt and her smile dimming. "Oh Salazar, please say something." He whispered in prayer, his eyes closed now.

"I-" she cut short. "I, uh..." She cleared her throat, bringing the bedsheet to her chest and covering her. She faced away from him, then sat up, her back to him. "Draco...-"

"You don't have to say it back." He whispered, but she could here the hurt and pain in his voice.

"No no no." She turned around, pulling his face to hers. "No, I love you as well."

He smiled for a fraction of a second before her lips were on his and they were at it again.