Chapter 2

Hermione's mind clouded over as Draco's tongue invaded her mouth. They'd found a soft but stale mattress in the room of requirements. She felt his entire body along hers and she wanted more. His hand had stolen under her shirt and was cupping her breast over her bra.

"Now that is a bit more sexy than I had been anticipating," he said. "Miss Granger, have you been hiding lingerie under your robes all this time?"

"It's just a bra. And how long have you been wondering what I've been wearing under my robes?"

A sly grin spread across his mouth and she felt a rush of heat down into her core, making her pulse for him. Without losing eye contact, his hand travelled around her back and slowly unhooked the bra, moving back to tease her sensitive skin. Her pulses escalated a bit as his eyes broke with hers and travelled down to her mouth. Her lips were burning with kisses, but she couldn't get enough. She was ready to give everything to him. She'd been here before, with a guy lying on top of her, but had never gone further.

As he descended down on her, plundering her mouth, his hand snuck down between her knees and travelled up, under her skirt. She had to stop herself from squirming. She wanted him to touch her and gasped sharply as he did.

"I think you're gagging for me, Granger."

"Shut up."

His knee burrowed between hers and she relented, feeling the pressure of him at the apex of her thighs as he lay down again. She was burning up and wet, feeling incredible tension that needed resolving.

Taking his time, he undid the buttons of her shirt and stroked his hand across the smooth skin of her belly, before moving lower. Hermione wasn't entirely sure what he was doing and felt a lump of nervousness in her throat as he started pulling her underwear down. She couldn't believe this was happening, and she had certainly not been expecting it to be with him, but that was how it was and she couldn't regret it.

Unknown sensation flooded through her as his mouth closed around her little nub by her entrance, his tongue stroking her. It was unbearable, but she wouldn't stop it for the world. His teasing promised so much, but it didn't give her everything she needed. She wasn't entirely sure what she needed, but this, as amazing as it was, wasn't enough.

Then he shifted, moving up to her again and kissed her, his tongue exploring deep into her mouth. She felt pressure down in her core again and it took her a moment to realise what it was. This was it; she was losing her virginity. He pushed in and she suppressed a squirm to try to relieve the tension. Then a sharp push and pain rip though her.

"Hush," he said, stroking his fingers down her face until she calmed and let him capture all of her attention. The pain relented, being replaced by a dull throb. She was pleased and proud that she had given it to him. She wanted to give everything to him.

To her amazement, he was buried inside of her. He kissed her lightly then moved. There was still some pain, but an unbelievable sensation emerged underneath it, growing. As he stopped, it dissipated and she wanted it back. Then he moved again, shifting her leg to give him deeper access. Rich, deep sensation flooded her body, making her arch into his steady pounding.

"Don't fight it," he urged.

She didn't know exactly what he meant, but she tried to let it evolve as it would. Tension built further and she couldn't take any more. She was about to ask him to stop when her body pulsed so strongly, she was worried something had gone wrong. Her eyes flew open as it evolved and she realised she was experiencing the big 'O' so often discussed in muggle women's magazines, and it was fantastic. She didn't want it to end, but she was exhausted and breathless.

Draco strained hard into her. He was coming. She knew this could get her pregnant, but she didn't care. She wanted to have a baby with him. She wanted anything of his. She just wanted him, and having a part of him inside her felt right.

He collapsed down on top of her breathing heavily. The weight of him was lovely, pushing her down into the mattress, making her feel loved and cherished. This whole thing was awesome, and they could do it again and again, forever.

"We have to keep moving," Draco said, looking down at the evolving map as he sat next to her on the mattress. Hermione lay naked, luxuriating in the feel of her body and the desire in her core that wouldn't give. "This map is ingenious." Setting it aside he kissed her, melding into her eager welcome. Hermione lost her ability to think when he kissed her; maybe even when he wasn't. They'd hid in the Room of Requirements for a while, but it was now becoming apparent that it was an obvious place to look. But they'd had a good two hours of uninterrupted time to themselves.

Sighing into the kiss, Draco pulled away. "We have to get out of here. Sooner or later, they're going to find us."

"The anti-apparition covers far into the forest," Hermione said, watching Draco's eyes.

"We can't fly."

"I hate flying."

"Maybe because no one has shown you how it's done," Draco said, pulling her down underneath him. Hermione wanted to do that again. She was sore, but couldn't care less. All she wanted was him—this light feeling that stole through her whole body, filling her with warmth and heady desire. He kissed her again. She just wanted to be away from here so they could be together again, without people chasing them.

The alert in the back of her mind finally pierced through the haze of pleasure. "We have to do something."

"You know this is a love potion," Draco said, resting on her chest, his hand traveling down her side. "It isn't real."

"It feels real."

"It will go away with the antidote."

"I don't want it to go away. I don't want to lose you. Do you?"

"But it isn't real. We don't even like each other. You don't like me. I can't stand you," he said and she smiled. "I really can't stand you—the way your hair escapes, like it refuses to be tamed. Like you refuse to be tamed." His fingers stroked down the side of her cheek and he leaned forward to kiss her again, and she feels the endorphins flood her brain.

"I don't want to stop feeling like this—about you."

"Even if you know you wouldn't feel that way otherwise?"

"Who's to say that this is worthless because it was induced? I want to be in love with you, and I'll maintain this if you will."

"Then we have to escape. They will strip the potion from us if they catch us." Draco pulled back and Hermione groaned with the loss of him. "We have to go. Where is the map? I think we have to go through the forest."

"You're so take charge."

"And you're so bossy."

Hermione needed his body again and her kiss was forcefully returned, before Draco wretched himself away. "Stop distracting me. I'm trying to save us."

Taking her hand, he pulled her along, our of the room and down one of the staircases, which seemed to form a clear path outside from what they could tell on the map. Hermione's heart was pounding as they ran outside as quietly as they could. "Where are we going to go?"

"I don't know. Anywhere. Somewhere. Father would not exactly understand. We have to go far—Europe maybe."

"I love Europe."

"Good. We might be there for a while."

They kept running until they reached the forest. Hermione felt Draco tense and he was right to do so. She wished she could make him stop, but she knew more than most that there were dangers in the forest.

"There you are," Hermione heard as she felt a force around her waist, yanking her away.

"No Hagrid," she called desperately. "Let me go."

"The headmaster wishes a word with you."

Draco whipped around drawing his wand.

"You going to fight me, Malfoy?" Hagrid asked, amusement lacing his voice.

"Let her go."

"Not today, seeing as you are both out of your minds. You'll see that soon enough."

"I don't want to hurt you," Draco warned.

"Don't hurt him, Draco!" Hermione yelled. "He thinks he's doing this for the best. He doesn't understand. Don't hurt him."

Draco shot a hex at Hagrid, which he deflected with his encase wand. "Now, now, none of that." Hermione felt Hagrid move, swinging and hitting Draco, who flew, hitting the ground, winding him. "Expected you might be trouble." Pulling on a belt, he pulled off a set of chains and had one around Draco's wrist before Draco had his breath back.

"Stop Hagrid, you have to let us go. I am ordering you to let us go," Hermione said, struggling against the iron strong grip that kept her over Hagrid's shoulder.

"You'll thank me in the morning," he said and started walking, large steps swaying her as she continued to struggle fruitlessly. "Someone's played a good trick on you and you must both be brought to your senses before there's real trouble."