"What did you want then? You said you wanted to talk about something, so talk." Hermione said, and Draco could tell she was uncomfortable. She turned him on, no doubts about that, and it worried him. But honestly, with the way she was dressed, there was no way he wouldn't be. He paced past the only blank space of the wall three times, and a plain wooden door appeared. Draco opened it and motioned for her to go first, following her in.
A large room came into view, decorated in green and red, their house colours. There was a squashy sofa and a couple of armchairs in the room, all round the huge, roaring fire. The flames cast a warm glow around the room, and Draco watched as Hermione immediately settled on the silver and gold coloured sofa in front of the fire. She conjured a small coffee table, with a jug of butterbeer and two goblets in the middle.
"What did you want to say?" Hermione asked again as Draco sat next to her.
Draco swallowed again, and quickly glanced at her body. He had no idea it was that gorgeous, because it was always hidden under loose robes, but now he could appreciate her generous bust, and her flat stomach, and smooth hips. Her legs looked as if they were going on forever in those teasing jeans. No doubt that her friend, the She-Weasel, had picked this outfit for her.
"Well, there's a problem, Granger. If you tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, I will hex you. I suspect the She-Weasel knows something about it, seeing as she's fucking Blaise, but your friends aren't to know. And by that, I mean Potty and Weasel-bee."
"Malfoy, treat my friends with respect, stop being so crude, and don't threaten me because that won't get you in my good books. What the hell is up with you that is oh-so-important?" Hermione demanded. Her curls quivered as she shook with anger. He realised that she was right and changed track, albeit with some difficulty.
"I'm sorry Granger. I won't offend you or your friends again. See, I'm quite… nervous about telling you what I have to say. Can you promise me you won't tell anyone? I guess your friend Ginny knows, as she has an odd sort of relationship with Blaise." Here, Draco rolled his eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Well, I have nothing to lose with you, so here goes: I've found that over the past year, I've become somewhat… attracted to you. But, can you really blame me? You are quite… exquisite. It's become too obvious for me to ignore now, and I thought I should tell you, as sharing things seems to be a pretty Gryffindor thing to do." He had been looking at the fire the whole time he said this, and he glanced up at her, expecting a look of disgust on her face. Instead, she looked at him softly and covered his hand with hers, nodding. She smiled at him, reading the shock on his face.
"Apology accepted, on all counts. And it goes against the grain to say this… but, I feel the same. I've only really noticed since we came back after the summer. However, I have no idea what you want to do about it. You haven't actually said." Hermione said, still smiling at him, though it was a little tense, as though she expected him to snatch his hand away and tell her the whole thing was a joke. Draco's heart quickened, with a feeling of dread. Why should she trust you? He thought to himself scathingly. All you've ever done was insult and belittle her.
He leant forward slowly, giving her time to pull away before their lips met. Draco felt his cock jump up in his trousers as they kissed. He drew her closer, pulling her up onto his lap as her tongue gently massaged his own. She moaned low in her throat as the kiss deepened, and she brought her hands up to run through his hair, and back down, trailing her fingers lower until they brushed at his penis. He moaned a little on his own then, sensing that it was okay for him to run his hands up to gently cup her breasts in his hands. As he did this, Hermione's hands darted up to his tie and began loosening it, breaking the kiss to slip it over his head. Draco was still exploring her topography as she removed his shirt, and pulled her own over her head.
Draco stopped and stared at her. Again, she mirrored him, but she had a naughty smile playing at her lips as he took in her black and red lace bra. It accentuated rather than hid her breasts, and Draco could only watch as she teasingly took it off. She was doing it slowly and deliberately, so that Draco could see the treasure hidden beneath the fabric. "Granger," he whispered with a suddenly dry mouth, "You're perfect!"
He took one nipple in his mouth and began sucking at it. She moaned loudly as he did so, and Draco grabbed his wand to silence the room. He then began to pay attention to the other breast, and she tugged at his trousers in return. He stopped to help her out of her own clothes, halting her attempt to strip him. He left her matching lace pants on, though there wasn't much fabric to it. He stared at her again. It was still too much clothing for his liking.
"Remove your pants. Slowly, so I can treasure this moment for a long time." Draco said huskily. Hermione did as he bade, hooking a thumb in each side of the waistband of those little lace knickers and teased them down, almost excruciatingly slowly. When they finally dropped to her ankles, she stepped out of them, her cheeks reddening as she stood in front of Draco, completely naked.
Draco gasped, receiving a slight smirk from the object of his attentions. She was hairless, and her sweet little nub poked out a little, pale pink. "It's your turn." Hermione said, interrupting his incoherent thoughts. He paused, trying to make her words make sense through the fog of lust in his brain. He stood, and Hermione crossed the space between them, releasing the button and tugging down the zip. He finally realised what she wanted him to do then. He slipped off his shoes and socks, and pushed the trousers down, standing before her clad only in his silver silk boxers.
Hermione made an odd noise that was a mixture of a gasp and a giggle as she saw just how aroused he really was. He heard her mutter something along the lines of "so big!" and he gave her a sexy smirk in return. Draco slid his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, the same way she had done with her own underpants, and pulled them down. They were both naked, and Draco could see that Hermione couldn't tear her pretty mahogany eyes away from his length.
He stepped closer to her, mentally conjuring a huge bed behind them, and getting rid of the armchairs, except for the one that now held all their clothes. Hermione pressed herself against him, sighing as their lips met again. Fire scorched through them both as their kiss deepened once more. Draco gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her, so that she was straddling his waist, the tip of his penis gently finding the perfect place on her slit. She lowered herself down onto him, both of them gasping as they fit together. Draco stumbled back, and landed on the bed he'd just conjured. The sheets were black and soft, like silk, and the mattress was as soft as a cloud.
Draco moaned as she repositioned herself, starting to rise and fall on top of him, both of them crying out as their flesh slapped together. He reached his hands out to her breasts, massaging them, and pinching her pink nipples, causing more gasps and moans to escape her. At the same time, Draco started to thrust upwards every time she fell back onto him, causing his penis to be buried further inside of her. Draco knew he was close, and warned Hermione, but she bounced harder upon him still.
"HERMIONE!" Draco yelled as he felt his sublime release, stars shooting in front of his eyes. He was only slightly aware of her scream of passion, as she too had a powerful orgasm and collapsed on top of him. They lay there as occasional aftershocks rippled through them. Draco flashed Hermione a lazy smile as he realised he was still buried inside of her.
"That was amazing," Hermione sighed sighed Hermione as Draco pulled out of her. He nodded in agreement, his grey eyes roaming over her face. He laid an arm over her waist, and pulled her closer, his hand resting on her back. "Now what do we do?"
"We stay here, together, tonight. I want to wake up with you in the morning, and watch you try and sneak back into Gryffindor Tower, while I take a secret passageway back down to my Common Room. You'll probably tell Ginny all about us, while I try to fight off Blaise and Theo's taunts about you. And then we'll meet again, soon, so I won't have too long to wait to see you again. But before all of that, I must ask you: will you be mine? Mine alone, for everyone to see? Will you be proud to be seen with me? Will you give me the right to call you my girlfriend?"
Hermione looked as though she were lost for words. Her eyes filled with tears, making Draco immediately worried that he'd hurt her. She held a finger up to him, and he waited for her to calm down, absentmindedly stroking patterns into her back. She spoke only one word before they both fell asleep, their limbs tangled beneath the fluffy duvet.
"Yes."
It was the happiest Draco had felt in is entire life.
