After he says "oh" I've choreographed this so that depending at what pace you read, it should sync up with the song "Sway" by the Pussycat Dolls, which if you haven't noticed, is the source of my chapter titles. If you'd like to try and listen to the song while you read, feel free. If you do, be sure to listen to the version with the rhythm at the beginning. There's sort of a gasp which happens 3x to set off the rhythm. For reference, each gasp should start out those first 3 sentences, but this does not continue for the rest of the chapter (meaning each line doesn't connect to each sentence). Instead musical cues and lyrics helped me to plan out the lovemaking. If you ask me to, perhaps I'll post or send you a version where this is all explained. Well, enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!!!

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He laid her upon the bed so carefully that it took her a few moments to even realize that he had done so. "Draco," she murmured, cupping his jaw with her hand as he slowly covered her body with his.

He turned his head to plant a gentle kiss on her palm. "Yes, Hermione?"

"Whatever happens, don't stop."

His brow furrowed. "What do you mean..."

She placed her hand over his lips. "Promise me."

"I will, if you will promise me something in return," he answered.

"What?"

Draco looked down at her, all hint of teasing glint in his eyes gone. "Promise me you won't regret what happens."

"I promise," she whispered, arching up to kiss him sweetly.

He nuzzled his cheek against her hand. "Then so do I, Hermione. Whatever happens, I won't stop unless you want me to." His kissed the side of her jaw, then began to trail kisses down the length of her neck.

Hermione shivered slightly in his arms.

He pulled back and looked at her questioningly. "Cold?"

"Anything but."

"Oh," he said simply as his eyes darkened. He cradled the side of her face in his hand as he bent his head to hers. His other hand settled on the small of her back and pulled her to him until they were close enough that she could feel his heart beating against her chest. Her bones seemed to melt under his tender but confident assault as he slowly seduced her with his kiss while his hands skillfully divested her of her dress before she even realized they had left their position on her waist.

Drawing back, Draco raked his gaze over her body with such appreciation in his eyes that she was tempted to cross the room and check the mirror to see if the girl lying beneath him was the same one she had seen reflected back at her when she adjusted her hair before leaving the house that night. "Draco?" she prompted, her face coloring prettily under his intense stare.

"Words escape me, chère," he murmured, lightly tracing the curve of one breast, with his long fingers before following the same path with his lips.

However, Hermione was not content to lay passive underneath him like some wilted flower. Twisting beneath him, she maneuvered them so she was on top. Then with a secretive, mischievous look in her eyes that he had only moments to read, she began her own seduction, allowing her breath to drift over his ear before teasingly nipping the lobe and shooting lust straight to his gut.

"Hermione," he said huskily, tracing circles over the small of her back.

"Shh," she hushed him, before eliciting a groan from him as she touched her tongue to his neck. Her pulse quickened as his arms tightened around her.

Accustomed to getting what he wanted, he reversed their positions and gently took one ripe bud between his lips, smiling against her breast as she clutched his shoulders and emitted a choked gasp. "Draco…" she cried, arching her back in response to his touch as his lips traveled from the valley between her breasts, down to the soft curve of her abdomen, and lower…

He entwined their fingers as he continued his torment, feathering soft kisses on her inner thighs before seeking the center of her pleasure. Her hands squeezed his as he slowly drove her towards completion, her eyes locking with his, trapped by the steel gray intensity in his eyes. Drained, Hermione sank back against the bed, her fingers finally relaxing as his mumbled encouragement and the sensation of his mouth and lips catapulted her into a feeling of ecstasy she had never known before. She felt winded, unsure, and suffused with so much pleasure it bordered on pain. Smiling dreamily down at him, she traced the muscles in his lean arms as he eased back up her body, returning her smile with a self-satisfied smirk of his own.

Burying his face in her neck, breathing in the sweet smell of her soft toffee-colored locks, he gently eased into her body.

She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation and the resultant twinge of pain.

He stilled. "Hermione?" he asked softly, an eyebrow raised in question.

"You promised," she reminded him.

He nodded before taking her lips in the sweetest kiss she has ever felt, cherishing, light, dissolving away any pain as he began to rock his hips against hers. In a smooth motion he withdrew almost entirely, only to thrust back into her.

Desperately she tried to muffle her moans against his shoulder, only to have him pause and smile crookedly at her. "Make all the noise you want, mon chou, it's only me, and trust me, I don't mind."

He withdrew again and returned, catching her gaze once more, urging her silently to match his rhythm. Closing her eyes, she gave into her senses and simply felt, allowing her body to naturally curve into his, her hips to thrust in response to his withdrawal, to acquiesce to the pressure of his. Helplessly, Hermione let out a keening wail as he shifted his hips, suddenly quickening his pace and turning the experience to one of relentless torture. "Draco, please…"

Beyond speech he simply kissed her again reassuringly, his hips adjusting to their new tempo to match his rough, hurried breathing. After what seemed like an eternity, the tension within her broke and she cried out his name as he held her close, continuing to thrust until he too was lost to the inevitable surrender caused by the passion of the dance and shouted her name hoarsely as he followed her into the abyss.

His body gradually coming back under his control, Draco managed to withdraw from her and gather her against his side. As their breathing returned to normal, he gently stroked a soothing hand over the curve of her spine, planting a soft kiss on her lips before, exhausted, they surrendered to sleep.