A/N: okay this chapter really doesn't progress the story but I got a fair number of reviews asking for a more detailed wedding night and after much deliberation I decided to handle it this way; as a trial run this lemon ( I wonder why they call them lemons? who knows) will be posted as a separate chapter, that way those who aren't into them don't have to read it (meaning don't read this chapter if you don't like lemons) and those who are will be just as satisfied. Am I awesome or what?!?! To be quite honest I like it better the way I had the wedding night at the end of chapter 9, however I'm willing to compromise on this issue and if I get enough reviews telling me they like the lemons, I'll keep this one up and maybe write more. So it's really your choice.

p.s. as usual I don't own anything you recognize in this story; however I won't say no if someone wants to give them to me.

Mmmm, that feels nice…Hermione thought as she woke to little butterfly kisses being pressed into the soft column of her neck, and throat. "What time is it?" she mumbled. Arching her neck and giving him more room for his ministrations. She felt him shrug his shoulders, as his mouth was otherwise occupied. There was a vague soreness from there lovemaking earlier, and was positive that she wouldn't be able to move for a week, but she really didn't mind. Her mind drifted to memories of her first lovemaking experience and she signed out loud. It had been glorious and she was definitely glad she had gone along with it. However, she didn't get to think about much else, as the source of her pleasure, moved down from her neck to the top of her chest. He was lavishing her breasts with attention, and she found the sensation just as enjoyable as she had the first time.

Draco felt a shiver run through her body and smiled in response. He would make sure she had no reason to complain about his bedroom skills. Their first time, while pleasurable, was still marred with the loss of her virginity, and as unavoidable as it was, he didn't want her to associate their lovemaking with pain. Draco didn't want to delve to deeply into why he cared what she thought so he concentrated all his energies into the task at hand; trailing kisses from one soft globe to the other. Tasting and teasing until her nipple turned into a hard peak and she moaned low in her throat. Obviously enjoying herself; he felt her hands in his hair encouraging him to continue. After spending an equal amount of time on her other breast, he moved down the plane of her soft stomach alternating between sucking and kissing, leaving little marks in his wake.

He felt her breath catch, and smiled a little as he reached her hip bone. He paused for a second just above her soft nest of curls before placing a long kiss right in the center of her most sacred spot.

Hermione held her breath, and her hands stilled from where she had been playing with his hair. He wouldn't…it can't be normal she thought to herself, getting ready to pull him up, when he did what she thought he wouldn't. She felt liking jumping from her skin as a wave of heat and longing rolled over her. Only Draco had ever made her feel this way. Instead of skin she had flames dancing over her flesh. Instead of blood there was molten lava pouring through her veins. Only his hands planted firmly on her hips kept her and place and she could only whimper as his tongue did wicked things to her secret places. Hermione gripped his head tighter as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her. She felt like she was flying and he was her only anchor.

Draco positioned his body over hers so he could feel the soft-satin of her skin against his. He had felt ever ripple, every shudder that flowed through her body. It only intensified his longing. He needed her. He needed to feel her. His body raged for her, to claim what was now his. His mouth fastened over hers and his tongue surged into hers, just as the thick, hard length of him thrust into her. Draco felt her arms wind around his neck desperately as he plunged into her over and over again loosing himself in her as she came apart in his arms again. Still he didn't relent. He looked down at her and she took his breath away. She was utterly perfect. Eyes glazed over in passion, chest heaving, he knew he would never get enough of her. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the feel of her surrounding him, before he to came apart and flew away on the wings of ecstasy.