"She didn't want love. She wanted to be loved and that was entirely different."

-Atticus

Chapter Nine

July 12, 1998 11:47 A.M.

Mykonos Bay Hotel

Mykonos

This morning found her sprawled across a bed that certainly wasn't her own, and she counted herself lucky to still be wearing her knickers. Though her dress had been discarded in his floor and she found herself in his quidditch jersey once more. It hung off of one shoulder as she shifted in his bed, crawling from under his arm.

For someone who was so lean, with the build of a quidditch seeker, Draco was too heavy. With his arm slung over her midriff, it was a struggle. Hermione had just nearly made it out of the bed when hands gripped her hips and dragged her back. "Where going?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, and her heart melted.

He wasn't even awake yet, with light blond hair falling into his eyes. He sported light stubble, something she'd never seen on him before the summer. He was always so well kept, groomed to perfection, and when she ran her fingers across the light dusting, she found that she might prefer him this way.

There was a wonder of how it would feel scraping against her thighs that caused heat to pool in her lower belly. Giggling, Hermione pressed her lips to his forehead, brushing his hair away from his eyes. "Draco.." she whispered. "Let me up, I need to use the loo." It was a lie mostly. What she really wanted was a glass of water.

The only response he gave was to tighten his arms around her and tuck her head beneath his chin. "Sleep," he grumbled.

Hermione twisted to get her other hand out from under her side, and tickled his sides. "Let me out of bed, Malfoy." Hermione squeaked, surprised, when he jumped and his forehead slammed against hers.

"Oi, Granger, keep your big forehead to yourself." He growled, yanking the blankets to cover them once more. "Just stay here with me."

When he put it like that, it was hard to stay focused. "I'll come back. I just want some water, you big baby." She poked him in his side again. "And really, we should be getting up since it's nearly noon."

He groaned. "I haven't slept this good since before that snake faced bastard moved into the manor." His fingers stroked the tops of her legs, sending shivers down her spine. "Not to mention if we stay here, I can do this whenever I want."

A most unlike Hermione Granger sounding squeal came from her as his hands moved to grab her hips and he lifted her to straddle his waist. "You can do this whenever you want." She rolled her eyes, flattening her palms against his chest. "Isn't this where you tell me we have plans today anyway?"

He snorted. "Don't act like you don't enjoy it, Granger. You love when I take you places." He pulled her down, the palm of his hand sliding under her shirt to caress her back. "And we have reservations at nine o'clock. Until then though.." Draco trailed off, capturing her lips in a soft kiss.

Hermione was certain this would never get old, the constant surprise that he could be this..soft with her. Yet, she was inexperienced compared to him, and she was just as eager to take him by surprise.

Rolling her hips experimentally, she moaned when she felt his hardening cock press against her through her knickers. "Fucking Merlin," he hissed, tugging at her hair and biting her bottom lip.

"Was that good?" She asked him, only semi wary. No matter how small the insecurity was, it was still there, that he had been with multiple girls and she just might make a fool of herself.

His chuckle made her even more nervous, until he thrust upwards, and untangled his fingers from her hair. Draco held her hips, guiding her. "Was it good?" He repeated. "It's bloody fantastic."

He shifted, sitting up against the headboard and pulling her flush against him. "I see why you don't want to leave the room." She smiled, tracing his Sectumsempra scar before leaning forward to press her lips against each inch of it. "I told Harry not to use this, or anything from that book." Hermione murmured.

Hot tears sprang to her eyes as he lifted her arm, only after using his wand to mutter a " Finite Incantatem. " Draco kissed across the scar Bellatrix had caused with such tenderness that a sob was dragged from her. "I still regret not doing more."

She nodded. "It's okay." Not looking at him, she rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm usually not so emotional."

He murmured for her to be quiet. "You're allowed to grieve still." Draco told her quietly as she leaned her forehead against his.

She nodded. It felt right, the moment escalating into something unexpected as she grinded her hips over him once more and kissed him roughly. It was as if she couldn't get close enough to him, with how she pressed herself to him. Hermione's nails bit into his shoulders while she clung to him.

He snuck his hand between them, rubbing her clit through her knickers. His fingers moved in small circles, and she shuddered against him. "Keep moving your hips love," he whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

It was torturous, with Hermione whimpering as he nudged her knickers to the side and two fingers slowly slid inside of her, with his thumb still rubbing her clit. "Draco," she gasped, her hips stuttering, but he guided her then. "Gods, that's,"

"I want you to come over my fingers, Hermione. Will you do that for me?" He asked her, staring up at her in awe.

"Yes," she agreed weakly, slouching against him. "Draco, that's," Hermione was absolutely sure of one thing: that she would never get used to how quickly he could control her body, or how quickly he could bring her to the edge.

With a smirk on his face, Draco kissed her hard, capturing her scream as his fingers worked her into a trembling mess. "You're so beautiful when you come."

She panted, throwing the blankets into the floor. She was sweating, and it just wasn't fair how he could be sweating and still look so fucking enticing. Swinging her leg over him, she crawled off of him, but she didn't make eye contact. "Could you show me how to do that to you?" Hermione asked quietly.

His eyes widened, gray growing darker. "Hermione, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Draco assured her.

She shook her head. "I want to, but my experience is lacking. Clearly since what I have done, I've apparently done wrong."

He scoffed. "I doubt it, but really, are you fucking serious?" He snarled, breaking off to glare at the window.

Hermione laughed at the sight of Jaxie tapping on the window impatiently. "Well, hold that thought then I suppose." She smiled, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and padding across the room. "Do you have any treats? I always give her some while I write back."

Grumbling under his breath of how Saint Potter was still ruining his life, he nodded and pulled a glass jar from his nightstand. "Mother's owl devours these." He held out a treat for the newest bane of his existence, and Jaxie flew to him after Hermione pulled the letter from him. "What does it say?"

Hermione jumped back onto the bed, accidently bending Harry's letter. Draco was certain that she wanted to be the death of him as she crawled up the bed and sat between his legs, her back meeting his chest.

He was delighted by the small moan that slipped from her lips as he pinched her nipple through her shirt. "I'll read over your shoulder if that's alright."

She nodded, taking his wrist and slipping his hand under her shirt. "Sure, but only if you continue with what you were doing." She grinned wickedly.

With his cock nestled firmly against her arse, he was absolutely sure he was going to die.

Hermione,

I don't have much to say. Auror training is going well for Ron and I. Molly is trying to plan a wedding for Ginny and I when we aren't even engaged. If you ask me I think she just needs something to distract her from losing Fred. If that's the case, I suppose I'm not that angry about it.

I heard something interesting at the Ministry. Narcissa Malfoy was making an inquiry as to whether she could find out who a certain patronus belonged to. Apparently Draco Malfoy wound up in Mykonos as well, and has found himself a Witch.

It's mind boggling if you ask me, but have you seen him? Ron was worried the two of you would run into each other. Though I'm not sure what he has to worry about. You nearly broke that ferret's nose in fourth year, and you're better with a wand.

Would you please let your floo up?

Harry.

Hermione let the letter fall into her lap, and Draco's fingers had stopped moving against her. "It's only a matter of time before your mother figures out who that otter belongs to." She said quietly, sliding her fingers through his own.

He sighed, his head hitting the headboard. "Your friends will probably be the first ones to know." He told her. "How do you feel about that?"

"I feel like we should find another island to visit before they show up here. Harry is going to be more reasonable than Ron. He's going to blow a gasket when he finds out." She slumped against him, peering up at him. "Does that change anything?"

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" He grumbled. "I'm not thrilled that it's only a matter of time before I'm staring down one of their wands, but it doesn't make me want to leave you either."

"That's sweet."

He rolled his eyes. "If I was going to ditch you at the first sign of conflict I would have told you all I wanted was some casual fling, and I would have told you I didn't want any strings attached." Draco murmured.

"So you do want strings attached?" Hermione groaned when he snorted. "That came out wrong, but you know fully well what I meant."

"Yes, Granger, strings are attached here. This is a relationship, I think. I'm not great with them either. Any time I remotely showed an interest in the opposite sex Father tried to tie me down in an engagement." She snorted. "Pen a reply to Potter so I can have you to myself again." He pulled a quill from the bedside table, dipping it in ink and handing it to her.

"Do you think I should tell him the truth?"

He shrugged. "I think that depends on how soon you want to deal with their inevitable visit."

Harry,

Yes, I've seen Malfoy. No, I don't need rescuing, and no, he's not a raging arsehole. I think he's healing just like I am.

I would prefer you not tell Ron, as he will storm down here when it's not his business.

Hermione.

"Harry has always been oblivious." She muttered.

July 15, 1998. 6 A.M.

Draco's Hotel Room

Mykonos

It was always a toss up on which room they would end up when night fell. Some nights Draco claimed her bed was softer, not that it mattered since she was his pillow really. No matter how he tried to deny it, they always ended up twisted together, a mess of limbs with his arms around her waist and using her breasts for pillows.

Some nights Hermione preferred to view of his room, with its high balcony overlooking the Aegean sea, completed with a jacuzzi tub. She liked to lounge there, until he'd finally had enough and tugged her into his lap, deftly reaching behind her and pulling the string of her bikini. She happened to prefer those moments.

But every time, neither of them wanted to seperate. They were paying for two different rooms, yet they really could have gotten by with one. No matter how logical it would have been to leave one, she wouldn't bring it up. It would brand some type of commitment on whatever this was, and she wasn't sure sure she wanted to have that discussion.

This morning found them in his room once more, and one of them had kicked the sheet off of the bed during the course of the night. Draco laid over her, his head resting on her chest. Hermione ran her fingers through soft strands of blond hair, brushing them out of his eyes. "Draco," she whispered, poking his side.

He yelped, sitting up quickly and his wand flying into his hand. "What is it?"

She wanted to lean up and kiss the worry off of his face. It didn't matter that they were so far from Great Britain, he was always on edge. She was nearly certain that the only time he did let his guard down was when he was sleeping. "My foot was stuck, I just wanted you to move over some. Lay back down with me, Draco."

Hermione opened her arms after she crawled past him to set his wand on the nightstand once more. He swatted her arse. "At what point did your shirt come off?" He asked, drinking in the sight of her.

She shrugged. "It was really hot last night, and I took it off. Why?" Smiling like that, she knew exactly what. "Draco," she snapped her fingers in front of his face.

"Nothing," he told her, but with the tone of his voice she had her doubts. "I'll be right back." He muttered, standing to his feet and disappearing into the bathroom.

Hermione laid against the headboard, glancing down at herself and gnawing on her lip. Hermione reached into the floor, donning the green quidditch jersey that met her mid thigh. Her curiosity got the better of her as she tiptoed towards the bathroom door. Pressing her ear to against the cool wood, she nearly slammed her toe against the door as she jumped away from it.

His groan sent shivers down her spine, and with heat pooling in her lower belly, she knew exactly what he was doing. It was clear why he'd left her so suddenly, and she wanted to storm in there, smack him on the side of his head, and tell him how foolish it was.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Hermione took a deep breath, and turned the doorknob quickly. She giggled as he tried to hide just what he'd been doing, but it was of little use. "What the -" Hermione surged forward, her hands sliding along his bare chest. "Granger, you could warn a bloke."

She shook her head, nibbling his bottom lip and pinning him to the counter with her hips. "You'd have pretend this never happened."

"It would be preferable you didn't storm in on me wanking." Draco's nails skimmed along her spine.

"I would prefer if you didn't try to take care of it yourself." Hermione told him, slipping her hand across the outside of his pajamas. The silk was smooth against her fingertips. Lightly gripping his erection through the fabric, she stroked him. Her cheeks were warm as she avoided making eye contact. "What I'd really like is for you to teach me."

His "What?" was a strangled groan. "Oh, fuck," he hissed as she grew a little braver, tugging the edge of his bottoms down. "Are you serious?"

"What kind of question is that?" She muttered. "Would I have said it if I wasn't serious?" Hermione asked, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "Merlin," she breathed, and it was just loud enough for him to hear the surprise in her voice. "my fingers don't quite fit."

"Say you're serious," he nearly growled.

Hermione's eyes were hooded, darkened with want, but Draco's were heated, and fixed on her as if she were his prey. "I'm serious." She told him, stroking him slowly. His head fell back, and he gripped the counter roughly. "I want you to show me how to touch you. I want you to show me what you like."

"Bloody fucking goddamned -" Draco cut himself off by yanking her forward, his fingers digging into her hair roughly. It was as they scraped against her scalp that she moaned and he took it for his own. "You're so -" he kept cutting himself off, backing her out of the bathroom, and she tried to continue stroking him. "perfect, that's the word I'm looking for."

"Hardly," she argued, and he picked her right off her feet and threw her into his bed. Hermione squeaked, crawling towards him as the mattress dipped underneath the weight of his knee. "I'm naturally curious."

"As much as I love to see you in my house colors, it has to go." His voice rumbled. "Will you take it off for me?" It wasn't the best time to remember that she was terribly nervous about this, and him seeing her completely naked even if it wasn't the first time. "Hermione, love, I might die if I don't see you."

It was the nickname that did her in. Pinching the hem of the shirt between her fingers, she crossed her arms and pulled it over her head. Looking at him this time, just so she could take in the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides, she chose to reach behind her and unclasp the fastening of her bra.

It hadn't even met the floor before he picked her up to straddle his waist, or that was what she thought. He held her above him, cupping her arse, while he flicked one nipple with the tip of his tongue. Hermione whimpered, unable to worry about the fact that she might topple over and embarrass herself. "You're supposed to be teaching me," she pointed out.

"Are you so eager to learn, Granger?" He smirked, sitting her on his lap. "Just let me,"

Hermione managed to fling herself backwards, effectively dragging him on top of her, and then rolling him onto his back. "No, you made me come on that boat. I want to do this, but I don't know how. I might make a right fool of myself."

"If it involves you touching my dick, there's not a chance." He turned his face to nuzzle her hair. "Touch me then, I'll tell you if something isn't good."

Strangely, that didn't make her feel all that much better. Too worried about not falling on her face, she didn't bother to attempt sexiness as she pulled his silk pajamas down his legs. Sitting with her legs folded beneath her, and with a curtain of her hair concealing her face, she took his cock in her hand and the base. Her movements were small, crippled by nerves, but with each soft groan, she grew that much more confident.

"Like this?"

He relaxed with his arms crossed behind his head, but he reached down. His hand covered her much smaller one, tightening her hand around his cock. "Like that ."

She nodded, trying to swallow, but her throat was too dry. In the Hogwarts dorms, she'd seen photographs. Padma and Lavender were perhaps a bit too knowledgeable in this part of a man's anatomy. Hermione hadn't understood at the time why you would even want to see this, but she did now. It wasn't so much the sight of him that did her in. Even though his cock was thick in her hand, and long - she had what she thought was a childish question: would he even fit? Obviously he would, and she felt silly when she knew how it worked.

He had the effect over her that she tended to get off track. The familiar throbbing in her lower stomach was anticipation. And she found that she wanted nothing more than to know what he would feel like inside her and -

"Hermione, fuck," he moaned, curving his body to slide his hand between her legs. "so fucking good for me," he muttered as she parted her legs eagerly.

She'd said she wanted him inside of her outloud apparently. "I do want that," she bit her lip, brushing her thumb across the slit of his cock. At least the perverted lessons in Gryffindor Tower had done her some good. "I want to know what it would be like, how it would feel." She trailed off.

Hermione leaned down, brushing her hair behind her ear, and tentatively licked the tip of him. "Oh," he groaned, his hips jerking up. "Where the fuck did you learn that ?" His voice was animalistic, and she shuddered, rocking back against his hand. When she rolled her tongue against the length of him again, still sliding her hand up and down slowly, his fingers knotted in her hair.

She moaned, her back arching as he slid two fingers into her wet cunt. "Draco," is what she moaned, but it's not like he could have understand.

"I'm going to come," he panted, trying to move her off of him. The way she shook her head was subtle. "Fucking ten hells, please let me come in your pretty mouth."

A nod, followed by the way she moved her hand faster. The worry that she wouldn't be good enough was gone.

"Hermione," he pulled her hair, wrenching a loud moan from her, and the sweet sound snapped the last bit of his self control. "oh, my fucking -"

He spilled into her mouth, the saltiness covering her tongue. Swallowing his come - she hardly wanted to dash into the bathroom -, she peeked up at him. Draco collapsed against the pillows, his eyes falling shut. "Was that good?"

He cracked one eyes open sleepily to look at her. "If I wasn't so completely spent I would pin you to this bed and return the favor. You were phenomenal." He beckoned for her to come to him, and she straddled his waist, the early morning rays cutting across her chest. "You have a bit of, uh," he reached to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb. Except her tongue darted out to lick it away.

Draco stared at her. "You're going to kill me." He muttered. "Gods, if that isn't the best way to wake up, I don't know what is."

She smiled, shifting her hips innocently. "Then I suppose it's lucky that we have all summer, isn't it?"