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Harry was standing at the foot of Draco Malfoy's bed, grinning. His invisibility cloak had yet again proven to be the greatest gift his father had left him.
He could see the malicious grin that was showing on the face of the other wizard. Only to be slowly replaced by a frown. He was clearly thinking.
'Come on, Malfoy, give it your best shot!'
It took a while, but the sudden resolve displaying on his past enemy's features gave him away. Either he had already worked out, what Hermione hadn't told him so far or he would make sure, that she told him. Knowing Malfoy, Harry didn't think that his friend had any chance left to hide any longer. She would have to confess, if she liked it or not.
He was just a bit concerned about what might happen afterwards. These two had the combined stubbornness of a herd of mules. Hopefully their feelings for each other would let them see, what was really important and that old animosities should best be left behind.
He turned and left the ward.
It was late afternoon and Draco had managed to avoid talking to his healer for another day. Sometimes he was admiring the persistence of Nico. He came every day and tried his best to get his patient to talk and everyday he failed anew.
The young Malfoy had his arms crossed behind his head, his eyes closed, lost deep in thought. Too many times he had stopped himself from going back to that night. Now he wanted to see it all again, relive it again...
"Why did you do that?"
"What? Kiss you?"
She nodded.
"Because I have been dreaming about kissing you for far too long. I just wanted to do it, even if it would be only this one time."
His thumbs gently rubbed over her cheeks.
"You are beautiful, Hermione."
He saw the lower her gaze.
"What? Don't you think that you are beautiful?"
She shook her head. He smiled.
"You are. You are the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts."
"You just say that. Idle flattery..."
He carefully lifted her head so he could look into her eyes.
"I never ever just say anything for idle flattery, if I love the girl I say it to."
Her eyes widened in shock.
"You... love... me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
He laughed. A wonderful, heart warming sound.
"I honestly don't know. I just do. I just love you."
He had stepped a bit closer, letting his hands trail along her jaw, down her neck, letting them rest on her shoulders. He could feel her shiver.
"I am not going to kiss you again, if you don't want me to."
It was a gamble. What if she said, he shouldn't kiss her again? She didn't. She lost herself in his storm cloud coloured eyes and slowly brought her hands up. She hesitated only a moment, before he felt her soft fingertips at the back of his neck.
"Shall I kiss you again?" He whispered.
She closed her eyes.
"Please."
He smiled. He must have done something right some time, if he was rewarded with this wonderful witch. He inclined his head slightly and then dipped down for her mouth. Her lips were soft, warm, delicious. He sighed against them.
He was stunned as he felt her pulling him closer. He was only to happy to oblige. His arms encircled her waist, closing the distance left between them. She felt wonderfully pliable as she molded herself against his body.
For long moments he only gently roamed her lips, before deciding that it was time to step up the game. With slightly parted lips he left a searing trail on her chin and down her throat.
"You are the most beautiful girl I know." His voice felt as smooth as silk.
"I am not." She protested lamely.
His cheek brushed hers.
"Stop protesting. Just accept it."
She would have said something else, but he decided to better shut her up and so he traced the outlines of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. She was trying not to softly moan in delighted bliss. He smiled to himself. This was so much better than anything he had ever been able to imagine. For a moment he just rested his mouth on hers. Would she dare kiss him back? His heart skipped a beat as she did!
Very shyly she brushed her lips all over his. He couldn't do anything but allow himself to get lost in the feelings she ignited deep within his soul. Nimble fingers wound through his silken hair, distracting him just long enough for her to start nibbling his upper lip. He groaned, trying not to loose control.
Moments later he felt her angle her head slightly as he had started to explore her. Slowly, he didn't want to spook her, but his worries were unfounded as she reciprocated in style. The world around them stopped existing. Draco kissed Hermione with all the love he had hidden from her for so long. He willed her to feel that she was the only girl he would kiss from now on. Nobody else would ever again be good enough. Nobody would compare to her. Ever again. He was lost to the world and he knew it.
Her black dress hugged her at all the right places. The sequins on the matching bolero shimmered in the moonlight. He had marvelled at her beauty all evening from afar until he finally realised that he would not get another chance to get close enough to let her know what he felt. And then she had tried to secretly vanish into the night. He had noticed and followed her.
His hands started to explore her body. She stiffened. He broke the kiss slowly to look at her. There was something resembling fear in her gaze. She reminded him of a doe, caught off guard and vulnerable.
"Hermione?"
She just looked up at him. He leant close so that he could whisper in her ear.
"Don't be afraid."
She relaxed. Just a bit.
"I would never do anything you don't want me to. I would never hurt you."
She didn't reply. There was pleading in her eyes now. He tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You can't forgive me my past. Is that it?"
His heart sunk, when she didn't answer. After what seemed an eternity to him she slowly shook her head.
"You can't forgive me?"
She smiled coyly.
"I have forgiven you a long while ago, Draco."
Draco... His mind clouded over as she used his given name.
"Then what is it?"
"Why are you here?"
He smiled at her.
"I am here with you, because this is the last chance I'll ever have to be near you, to hold you in my arms, to kiss you...," he kissed the tip f her nose. "and to be able to dare hope that a dream I have been having for months now might actually come true."
"You dream about me?"
He blushed.
'You have no idea!'
He nodded.
"What have you been dreaming of?"
He hesitated. Dare he actually say it out loud? This was his last chance. He had to tell her.
"You being with me. For the rest of my life."
She gasped in surprise. Was he that serious about her? How could that be and her never having noticed?
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, Hermione. You are the first thing I think of in the morning when I wake up and the last at night when I go to sleep. You are in my thoughts all the time."
"Why have you never told me any of this?"
He sighed.
"With my behaviour in the past... I didn't think, you would want to talk to me."
She knew, he was right. Any other day she wouldn't have been just talking to him. She wouldn't have listened to him confessing his dream to her. She wouldn't have taken him serious. She did now.
"It sounds lovely when you say that."
"What? Wanting to spend my life with you?"
She nodded.
"It's true."
There was suddenly a mischievous grin on her face.
"What?"
He was a bit alarmed about her sudden change in mood.
"I bet, you haven't just dreamt about me being with you fully clothed, have you?"
He blushed deeply. What was he supposed to answer to that? It was true, though. He had imagined her without her school robes on numerous occasions. Though he was quite sure, that the real person would surpass even his wildest dreams, if he would ever find out for sure was another question.
"I am just a guy..." He muttered.
She kissed his cheek.
"And you look adorable when you blush."
He smirked at her. Was she flirting with him? Actually flirting with him?
"Tell me, have you ever thought about me? Undressed or otherwise?"
The mood was light and she laughed.
"I am a lady. I couldn't possibly tell you." She replied with mock indignation.
"Oh, my lady, pray, alleviate my suffering and share your thoughts with me."
"But good sir! How could I share ideas of such intimate nature with a stranger like yourself?"
"Am I a stranger to you, fair maiden? Let me correct that."
He kissed her deeply. Exploring and letting her explore, his hands holding her waist, making sure she was aware of his physical being.
"See, now you can not regard me as a stranger any longer."
She giggled. He smiled. He had never seen her giggle before. It wasn't the giggle of a girl either. This was the giggle of a young woman.
"There is no hindrance any longer for you not sharing your thoughts about my person with me."
She looked deeply into his eyes. Piercing his soul with just this one glance.
"Well, dear sir, I have you know, that I have been thinking of you, but if you were in a state fit for the public eye or not is to remain my secret."
He laughed.
"Oh, you pretend to be coy, but I know you are of an outspoken nature."
She cocked her head.
"Am I now? What ever have I said to you that was outspoken?"
His face seemed to be glowing as he enjoyed this more than he would admit. She was quick witted and he loved her for it.
"Well, dear lady having remarked in the past about me belonging to the insect family before reprimanding me most severely in a rather physical fashion."
He grinned with gleaming eyes at her. She seemed lost for words, but just for a moment.
"Pray, sir, can you assure me that you are not belonging to said variety of beings?"
She grinned happily. That punch was something they would share for the rest of their lives.
"Oh, maiden mine, I am most certainly the man you should consider to be yours."
Her fingers found his lips. She tenderly traced their outlines before he took hold of her hand and kissed it.
"Hermione, I am yours, if you'll have me."
She lay her head against his shoulder. He heard her sigh. A contented sigh. He embraced her, shivering as the warmth of her body reached his.
'Please! Let me be yours!'
He felt a bit silly for sounding so desperate in this thoughts, but he realised, he was. He was desperate for her to accept him.
"Draco?"
"Yes, Hermione?"
There was a long pause. The mood shifted. Gone was the lightness and playfulness. She was serious now. He was dreading to be dismissed any moment now. She wouldn't want to be with him. He had been deluding himself in all his lonely nights during the last year.
"Did you follow me just to tell me that you wanted... wanted to be with me?"
His heartbeat quickened. He had sworn himself, he would tell her the truth and only the truth tonight, no matter how painful that would turn out to be for him.
"I wanted to tell you that you are gorgeous, that I have been thinking of you constantly in the last months, that I fell in love with you, that there will be never again any other girl I could feel any desire for and that I want to be with for the rest of time."
She blushed. It took a moment before he noticed.
"Have I made you uncomfortable? I am sorry, if I did."
She shook her head.
"It's just... you seem to think of me in a rather..."
'...sexual way? You bet I do!'
"Is that, what bothers you? That I feel... like... that I want to make love to you?"
He felt her shiver. It did bother her. Merlin! He realised, that he had no idea about her feelings, thinking or anything else in this direction. Did Griffindor males talk about things like that? Did the Griffindor girls do? He didn't know. The older boys in his own house had always bragged on about their conquests. They might not have named names most of the times, but everybody had known the score. He had been more discreet than most of the Slytherins, but he had been shown the ropes quite a while ago.
A thought slowly invaded his thinking. What, if she had never been with a guy? He wouldn't have thought that to be the case. Especially as she had been on the run with Potter and Weasley for months. Though Potter had a thing going with the Weasley girl, he was probably not interested. Which only left the Weasel... He felt sick as he thought of him of all people touching her.
Gently fingers on his cheek pulled him back into the present. He saw her gazing at him.
"Draco?"
"Yes?" His voice was edgy.
"You have been honest with me, so I want to be honest with you, too."
He dreaded what was going to come. He wasn't sure, if he shouldn't just tell her to forget that he had ever said anything. He would leave her alone, if that was what she wanted.
"I... I have never... been with a guy."
She blushed.
He had been right.
'Great Merlin!'
He wanted to tell her, that that was okay. He understood, that she wanted to find somebody special for that night first. He had been forced to listen to too many chats Pansy felt the necessity of having with him about how special the first night was for a girl. He had always wondered, why she... He pushed the thought away.
"I understand."
He kissed her hair. Inhaling the sweet scent deeply.
"You'll find that special someone and then..."
She looked at him.
"You... don't want to..."
He felt his heart stop. Was she asking him really what he was thinking, she had been asking him? She wanted him...
She smiled very shyly at him. His heart was melting under her gaze.
"You want me...? Are you sure? That is not something... You can't undo it."
His mind had gone into overdrive. Clear thought didn't seem to be possible any longer.
"Do you love me, Draco?" Her words were barely audible.
He cupped her face in his hands.
"With all my heart, with all my soul, with all that is me."
"Then I want it to be you."
He gently kissed her. Like their first kiss it was slow, caring and filled with love. And longing.
"I want to take you somewhere, where we can be alone. Where nobody can find us. Where you are save."
"Where?"
He looked wary.
"Do you trust me?"
She wondered, why he wouldn't tell her where he was going to take her. He would have a good reason, she knew. Did she trust him enough to follow him into the unknown? At the beginning of the evening she would have laughed at the thought alone of having this meeting with him, but now... She took a deep breath.
"I trust you, Draco." Her voice betrayed the fear she was feeling.
He gently embraced her.
"Thank you!"
Without another word he disapparated them.
The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight streaming in through three high windows. She looked around. There were large double doors leading to some unknown place. Two smaller doors were situated opposite. There was a large desk and a large four poster bed.
She shivered. He rubbed his hands slowly up and down her upper arms.
"You can apparate back to school any time."
The words couldn't hide the fact of how much he would regret her doing that. Though she appreciated him telling her, trying to make it as easy for her as possible.
Draco looked at her. Her face was hidden in shadows, but he knew the dread he was feeling could be displaying on her features. He just hoped he would be able to be as good as she deserved. He had never been the first for any girl and it scared him, that he was going to be the first for the girl he truly loved.
First, he needed to stop any more tension building, so he swept her into his arms. She shrieked. He laughed. She found herself carried over to the bed where he gently lowered her onto the cool silk covers. Her shoes were gently eased of her feet. Draco kicked his own shoes off, he climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her with his hands behind his head.
Hermione sat next to him, slightly confused. This was not what she had expected him to do. She looked back at him. He smiled a very warm, very winning smile as he was padded the covers behind her.
"Lie down. Get comfy."
He held his left arm out for her to use as a pillow. She leaned back and shuffled about a bit until she lay next to him, her head against his shoulder. There bodies touching lightly.
She closed her eyes. The situation felt utterly weird in a way, but also somehow strangely right in another. Here she was, lying in bed next to Draco Malfoy, wondering what he would be doing next. She sighed. His body heat was radiating of him.
They just lay there for quite a while. It was Hermione, who broke the silence this time.
"Can I ask you something? You don't need to answer, if you don't want to."
"Okay..."
What was she...
"You have been with a girl before, haven't you?"
His yes flew open. His heart beat increased by quite a bit.
"You don't have to..."
"Four. I have been with four girls."
She didn't say anything.
"And I wasn't the first for any of them."
He wasn't quite sure why he told her, but he wanted her to know.
"How old were you?"
"Fifteen."
She let that information sink in slowly. Four girls in as many years? The rumours about him weren't true then.
"You have heard the rumours, I presume."
His voice was... shaking?
"Yes. How..."
"It was Pansy that spread the news about me, that I had another girl every week. I ended it with her after a month. Her kind of revenge."
"For ending it?"
"Yep."
She frowned.
"Why? Because so no other girl would go near you, knowing you were never serious?"
"Something like that. I never was serious about any of them really. You are the only one I have ever truly fallen for. You are my first..."
This time she blushed. She remembered her crush on Ron and how that never really got anywhere. They hadn't been right for each other. Was Draco right for her? He seemed to be convinced of it.
After another stretch of silence she was starting to wonder what he was waiting for. She had thought he would... Courage suddenly soared through her. If he wasn't going to make the first move than she would have to do it!
She shifted, propped herself on her right elbow and looked at him. His eyes were closed. Good. She slowly raised her left hand and navigated her fingers to the top of his waistcoat. She found the top button and opened it. Her fingers felt the tremor running through him. The second button. Why did these things have to be so hard to undo? It took her a while, until she had managed to reach the shirt underneath. She lay her palm on his chest, feeling it rise and fall in a slightly erratic manner.
He didn't move. Fine. Shirt next. She found the collar and the top button was already undone. She got to work on the next one. Why did his shirt have to be the wrong way round? Why were the fastenings on male clothing the other way around from female clothing? Really impracticable.
After quite a while he felt his skin being exposed to her exploring fingers. He groaned.
Without warning she felt herself suddenly being turned over and Draco was looming over her. His eyes were shining and his breathing was somewhat raspy, but he didn't seem to notice. He only saw her.
"Are you sure, you want this? There is still time to change your mind."
She shook her head.
"I want this. I want you." she whispered.
He crushed his lips onto hers. Letting his tongue roam freely. He moaned into her mouth as she followed suit. His breath was ragged as he pulled back.
"You are really sure?"
"Yes."
He rolled off her, got off the bed and found her looking at him.
"Come on then." There was something in his voice she had never heard before.
She got off the bed as well. While she was moving towards him, he shrugged out off his robes, put his wand in the the bedside table, got rid off the waistcoat and pulled his shirt from his trousers. To his surprise he felt her warm hands on his chest before he had realised just how close she had come.
He looked down into her eyes as he slowly pulled the bolero from her shoulders. He leant down, her arms were slightly behind her back, held by the bolero. He grinned. The thought of her succumbing helplessly to him was more alluring than he would have dared to admit. The piece of clothing fell to the floor. He kissed her while slipping the thin straps from her shoulder. Following her arms downward he found her waist, her hips, her thighs. There was something on her right thigh. He realised that it would be her wand. He run his fingers over the fabric of her dress and found the pocket containing it. Slowly dipping in he took hold of it and retrieved it.
Their eyes met. There was shock in her gaze. He smiled.
"Don't worry!"
Her wand found a place right next to his on the night stand. Nimble fingers detected the zip on her dress and slowly pulled it down. She shivered. Only to find herself moments later locating the buckle of his belt, undoing it slowly. Another row of buttons. There were more buttons on him than feathers on he Hippogryph!
She made a sound of desperation and heard him chuckle.
"If you want me, you'll have to work for it." He breathed into her ear.
She looked at him with indignation, he just smirked before ever so deliberately moving the fabric covering her delicious body down. She was wearing blue, lace trimmed bra and knickers. He took a step back to just enjoy what he saw, getting his shirt and trousers off while doing so. His boxers were blue as well.
He stepped up to her again and embraced her slowly, pulling her into his arms. Her body was soft, radiating heat. He closed his eyes, kissing her hair, trying to create a permanent memory of this very moment. The happiest memory of his life.
Her fingertips started roaming over his back, exploring. He followed her lead and gently unhooked her bra. He closed his eyes, pulled back just enough to remove the piece of clothing from between them before pulling her back against his chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, brushing his lips over her sensitive skin, purring.
'Okay, Draco, this is it – your once in a lifetime chance!'
He nonchalantly let his hands travel from her shoulders over her sides, passing her waist and finding the lace of her underwear. His index fingers looped around the elastic and then he proceeded to tantalisingly slow pulling downwards. She gasped and he kissed her.
She shivered. There was no going back now... So she boldly got hold of the top of his boxers and slid them over his hips. He sighed into their kiss and then he swept her into his arms. She looked into his eyes, finding them clouded with desire and... love. Her arm snaked around his shoulders as he carried her the few steps back to the bed. He was admiring the sight of her naked body before him, then joined her.
Propping himself up on his left elbow he started caressing her cheeks, trailing a finger over her chin, down her throat, over her sternum and drummed his way all the way down to her navel. She sighed, a smile playing around her lush lips. Feeling his fingers run gently over her hips, reaching her thighs, heat was pooling within her. He brushed lightly over the inside of her right thigh sending shock waves through her.
Draco kissed his way along her body and came to kneel between her legs. One arm on either side of her torso he was hovering over her. Her eyes were closed. So he kissed them, followed by the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her chin, but as he was about to move on, he felt her cupping his face pulling him close into a deep kiss. Nothing would be better then to allow her to kiss him forever this way. She tasted of pumpkin juice with a hint of champagne. There was a flowery scent about her he hadn't noticed before.
He dragged himself away from her delicious mouth and directed his attention to her nipples. He flicked his tongue over them making her wince. Kissing his way south her hands were entangled in his hair.
His fingertip ran slowly over her folds, caressing, teasing, having her pushing against them. He was watching her reactions. Finding the nub that concentrated her nerve endings within it had her moan loudly. The sound resonated in his soul. His hand cupped her mound, his palm circled over the epicentre of her desire. He could hear that he was doing just fine so far.
He drew his hand slowly down, spreading her folds. Seeing her like this pushed his own arousal dangerously to the edge. He took a few breath, listening to the soft sounds she was making. Then he let his finger locate the entrance to her core and gently inserted it.
There was a sharp intake of breath from Hermione, though she didn't do or say anything to stop him. So he carried on. Wet heat engulfed him. He bit his bottom lip. Slowly exploring this hidden part of her, he kept thinking of the Giant Squid in order to keep his cool. A second finger followed the first. She groaned deliciously. He took a longer moment before a third finger found its way into her.
He moved in a deliberate manner, never for a moment stopping to rub and circle her nub with his thumb. She bucked against him. Willing him to go deeper. He didn't oblige but kept teasing her.
"Please, Draco! Please!" Her voice was husky, laced with desire.
He felt his heartbeat speeding up.
"What, love? What do you want?"
"I want you."
Her eyes were pleading with him
"And you shall have me."
He bend over her, kissing her heaving ribcage and then positioning himself between her legs. His forearms lay either side of her shoulders preventing him from crushing her. He looked at her, finding his own desire was mirrowed in her eyes, making her face glow. Her arms wound around his neck, knowing fingers threaded through his ruffled hair.
He heard her gasp as he slowly pushed into her. After only a couple of inches he stopped, feeling the resistance he had expected to feel. Pansy's voice suddenly invaded his mind going on about pain and bleeding and Merlin knew whatever else. He listened for only a moment before dismissing her from his thoughts again..
He moved back just a fraction before leaning over her shoulder, nibbling. His teeth grazed her delicate skin. He braced himself and then bit her. Quite hard.
"Awww!"
He kissed her, holding her gaze while doing so. He could see the pain from the bite, which then changed to surprised as she realised what he had done. He let go of her delicious mouth.
"Oh!"
"I love you."
She pulled his head down to kiss him. She wanted to taste him, to savour him. All the while he was loosing himself in the feeling of having sheathed his manhood all the way within her. She engulfed him in a way nobody ever had.
While she was still commanding the pleasure of kissing him, he started to move. Carefully, slowly at first, but when she let finally go of his lips and moaned delightfully into his ear he picked up pace. She arched her back tilting her hips slightly, allowing him to reach even deeper. Teasing her with long strokes interspersed with short thrusts, he felt himself reaching the peak faster than he wanted.
This was not about him. It was about her, her pleasure. He tried to distract his mind with flicking the tip of his tongue over her nipples. A loud moan was the result. His teeth very gently biting her. He administered the same treatment to her tummy. Tasting the slightly salty sweat that had started to form on them both. His heart was pounding. This was so far beyond anything he had been able to imagine or dream of. She was the most wonderful witch he had ever had the good fortune to make love to. It would never just be sex with her, never.
His strokes became deeper, harder. She groaned and writhed under him. Her fingers raked over his back, leaving hot trails on his pale skin. He could feel her starting to convulse around him. Muscles never used before were working on him with knowing strength. She wouldn't let him go before he was utterly spent. A deep growl was rumbling in his chest.
As she approached the final apex she arched her head up to reach his shoulder with her mouth. He was breathing in harsh rasps. All her muscles contracted at once as she succumbed to utter bliss. She bit his shoulder, pushing him over the edge, having him spiral into the abyss with her.
Long moments they just held on to each other, their breathing erratic, their hearts thundering.
Draco finally pulled away just enough to see her face. Her eyes were closed. Utter contentment was written all over her face. Her hair was sprawling untamed around her. She was the most gorgeous witch he had ever seen.
"I love you, Hermione." He whispered.
She smiled.
It was only as he started to feel the chill of the air on his sweat covered body, that he finally let go of her. They slipped under the soft silk covers, snuggling close together.
"I am sorry, I have bitten you."
His voice was soft and filled with the love he felt for her.
"I have bitten you as well."
Was there a slight smirk in her voice?
"I mean..."
Her fingers tenderly run over his lips, stopping him.
"I know. Thank you."
She sighed and let her head rest against him. She had fallen asleep not long afterwards. He had tried to stay awake as long as possible. He wanted to watch over her as she slept. Though the land of nod claimed him nevertheless.