Draco watched her smiling at her friends as they left. Her robe had slipped off her shoulder numerous times that evening, offering him tempting glimpses of green silk. His mouth had gone dry the first time it had happened and he realized what she was wearing under the flannel.

Scenes from this morning and that mind blowing dream had been tormenting him all day and now that they were finally alone he stopped trying to force them away. Walking up behind her quietly as the portrait closed, he gripped her hips and leaned in so his breath tickled her ear.

"Last chance to run, Angel," he delighted at the shiver of awareness that went through her, "I can't promise I won't chase you, but if you go now you might have a chance. Once I take you, you will never be able to escape me."

Her answer was to lean back into his chest and he hid his smile of triumph in her hair. He spun her quickly to face him and backed her up against the portrait door. Peeling the sides of her robe open slowly and watching it slide it down her shoulders, he inhaled sharply at the sight of her leanly curved body covered only by the scrap of green silk he'd bought her. The overwhelming urge to claim her pulsed through his blood.

His lips captured hers in a searing kiss and the small sounds of pleasure coming from her throat almost made him embarrass himself. The way she was clinging to him and the feel of her nails digging into his skin were dissolving his control. One of his hands tangled in her hair, tugging gently to expose more of her neck as his lips left hers to blaze a trail down the column of her throat. He could feel her pulse racing as he scraped his teeth lightly across the point where her neck met her shoulder and the way she shuddered ripped a groan from him. He pulled away and tried to take a deep breath. Get yourself under control, he thought desperately.

"I will not take you for the first time up against the door." he said more to himself than to her.

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Hermione barely had time to think, Why not? before she was swept effortlessly into Draco's arms. She registered that he was headed to his room and felt a little thrill at being taken to his bed. When he reached his destination, he laid her down and then stood as if to take in the sight of her reclining in his domain.

She felt her face flush at his intense perusal and then all thought was suspended as he pulled his shirt over his head and the sight of his flawlessly sculpted chest stole her breath.

A smug smirk graced his features at her obvious ogling but she couldn't stop. He was beautiful. An ethereal vision with his pale gleaming skin and disheveled white gold hair. He climbed up her body to ensnare her lips with his and she gave herself fully to sensation.

Everywhere his hands went, fire trailed in their wake and she was being burned alive. His lips left hers to press open mouthed kissed along her throat and collar bone and she arched her back, giving him easier access to her suddenly aching breasts. He didn't tease her as he had in her dream and she had a brief moment of clarity to be thankful when he closed his mouth around her nipple, before the combined feeling of wet silk and his tongue clouded her vision.

He had her writhing beneath him before he lifted his head and returned to ravish her lips. His hands continued their exploration of her body and she felt him groan into her mouth as his fingers traced a path up her thigh and realized she wasn't wearing anything under her nightgown. Breaking the kiss and muttering something about killing him, he struggled to slow his breathing as she watched in fascination.

She had done this to him. Hermione Granger had reduced Draco Malfoy to a trembling mass of heated intensity on the edge of control. She felt deliciously powerful for a moment before his fingers brushed lightly against her core and she was rendered incapable of coherent thought. He skillfully stroked her most sensitive flesh until she was begging for his possession.

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The sounds of pleading tumbling from her lips was his undoing. He quickly divested himself of the rest of his clothing and settled between her silky thighs, the hem of her nightgown rising as her legs parted in welcome. It took all the control he had left to slide into her slowly, especially with the way she was writhing beneath him, and he thought he would die from the pleasure. He gripped her hip firmly to stop her motion so he could retain some semblance of his dignity.

"Stay still," he growled against her throat and to his surprise she instantly obeyed. Thoughts of the way she had dreamed of him dominating her and demanding her surrender had his blood boiling.

The darker part of his nature took over and he thrust into her forcefully, slow and gentle no longer an option. Her moan of pleasure had him repeating the motion. Again and again he claimed her. There was no finesse, no gentle caressing and soft whispers as he had planned, just raw all consuming passion burning them both alive.

She seemed to revel in the fierceness of his possession, screaming his name as she careened over the edge of completion, taking him with her.

He lay panting against her neck, feeling her heart beat slowly start to reclaim it's natural rhythm and little aftershocks of pleasure shudder through her. Rolling to his back, he pulled her with him so she was curled into his side. She tangled one of her legs in his and tucked her head under his chin, her palm resting against his heart.

"I love you." The sleepy whisper was soothing to his conscience.

"Good." He felt her smile against his chest before she fell asleep.