The library.
Hermione had made it clear that the library held one of her fantasies and he wanted to make it true for her. There was a favourite window seat there. It lay beneath a large mullioned window where the sunlight streamed in when it was low in the sky. It had always seemed to Hermione to be a love seat. She had imagined many a liaisons here. At first she dreamed of her literary hero's but latterly it was Draco she imagined seated there framed against the background of the Scottish Highlands. Now she sat on the library love seat, as the early morning sun rose above the Scottish mountains with Draco's head resting in her lap. She remembered the last time that she held him in her lap this way but she would not dwell on their tragic past. Not here, not today.
She ran her fingers through his hair, revelling in the silken softness of it. How long had she wanted to do that? It seemed to have been half a life time. She was fifteen when she had her first day dream of this moment, here on this seat in front of this window she had fantasised about kissing him. She had dreamt that it was earlier morning. She had risen early to complete an essay and he was there on this seat staring out into the distance.
"I use to imagine you sitting here, pensive staring out across the mist shrouded grounds" she told him "I would sneak up behind you a disillusionment charm disguising who I truly was. I would cover your eyes with my hands 'you mustn't look' I would whisper, so quietly in your ear, before taking your breath with an unexpected kiss."
Hermione grazed his jawline with her fingertips. To be able to touch him now like this, for real, it was like quenching a thrust after days in the dessert. She wanted to touch him, all of him, every inch of him.
She began to explore his collar bone with the tips of her fingers, spreading her fingers wide and slowly running them down his pectoral muscles. "Merlin he's beautiful" she inwardly mused.
He moaned at her touch pulling her into him. It felt so different from before, they were free of the curse but she still felt that rising yearning for him deep in her core.
"Draco, kiss me" she demanded. He smirked, she had not seen that expression on his face for sometime. It seemed so apt here in this place. Before she could say anything he had pinned against the casement.
"Is this what you want?" He pecked her gently on the lips.
"Or may be this?" He kissed her again, lingering a little longer. She caught on quickly to this little game shaking her head to indicate that his ministrations were not acceptable. He kissed her again, harder this time.
"This?" She shook he head more vehemently. He took her head in his hands and devoured her. He kissed her with so much passion that she thought she would black out from lack of air. She moaned into his mouth his hands ran down her back and under the hem of her skirt lifting it so he could run his fingers along her thigh. Hermione shivered at his touch. He nipped at her ear, " I love you" he whispered on a breath.
"Not here Draco" she stilled him.
"There is no one here, I promise you." He reassured her.
"No it's not that, we were fifteen when I first dreamt this. I would never have gone any further."
He nodded. Draco wasn't sure he fully understood but he was prepared to go along with it.
"It's your turn to chose a dream now."
Draco thought for a moment, where should he begin.