Chapter Twelve: No one's ever made me feel the way you do.

This chapter was written while listening to the song My Love by Sia.

Goosebumps erupted through-out Hermione's body as Draco carried her through the portrait hole and up to his room. Even in the darkness his eyes never left hers. He placed gentle kisses on her lips as he laid her on the bed, water dripping from the ends of her curls to leave dark spots on his silk sheets. Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and waved it at the fireplace, flames roaring to life in the grate. He began slowly pulling Hermione's rain-soaked robes over her head, moving to unbutton her now see-through shirt, their eyes locked in a deep stare. Once he had removed all of her clothes, he stood back. She watched as he broke eye contact for the first time, allowing his eyes to caress her naked form. Hermione lifted herself up to kneel on the soft bedding and reached out to Draco. As he came close, she stretched to kiss him, letting her fingers undo the buttons on his robes. She pushed the wet fabric over his shoulders to reveal his chest and stomach. The light from the fire made shadows flicker across his skin, his ridged muscles glistening. The sight caused heat to flare between Hermione's legs. She felt his fingers weave through her hair as she trailed kisses down his shoulder and across his chest. Her nimble hands tickled the skin along the top of his pants as she slid them over his hips and down to his ankles. Draco made to lean over Hermione and crawl onto the bed, but she placed a cautious hand on his chest.

"Wait. I want to show you something." Hermione stated. She climbed off the bed, pulling Draco towards the fireplace so that she was bathed in dancing light.

"Kiss me." She said, her voice thick with lust. As Draco leaned his face toward hers, she stopped him. "No, here. Kiss me here." She pointed to the smooth skin on the top of her shoulder. Draco looked unsure, but kissed the spot. Hermione closed her eyes and turned her back on Draco as she felt her skin shiver and heat course through her. When her skin settled, she opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at him. He was in complete shock, just staring at her.

"What are they?" He asked after a few seconds.

"Enchanted tattoos." Hermione answered. Draco lifted his hand to trace the thin black lines that stretched down her arms and back. She sighed, and looked down at herself. Her skin was covered in vines, adorned with tiny leaves and swirling to end in delicate flowers. The tattoos started at the back of her neck, curling across her shoulders and down her spine to wrap around her hips.

"How do they work?" He questioned.

"Well, after I cast the spell that drew them on my skin, they faded. The book said that they are activated by a kiss." She explained.

"Will they show all the time now?"

"No, they'll fade again. Now that they have been triggered, you are the only person that can make them appear. They're for you, only you." They were silent for a while, Draco letting his fingers run over her skin.

"Do you like them?" Hermione's voice quivered. Draco seemed to wake from a daze at her question. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. In one swift motion, Hermione was sandwiched to the bed, her arms pinned above her head with one of Draco's sturdy hands. Cupping her breast in his free hand, he gave her nipple a gentle pinch. Hermione wiggled beneath him, lifting her hips to rub herself brazenly against him. She smiled as she heard him moan with appreciation. His hand moved down her body, his fingers settling between her legs to stroke her slowly. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as he inserted a finger into her center. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations rocking through her. Draco started to pump, adding a second finger and going faster. Without warning, Hermione swiftly pulled one of her dainty hands from his grasp and reached out to grasp his throbbing erection, making him groan and throw his head back. She longed to feel him inside her. Removing his fingers, Draco nudged the tip of his member against her opening. They gasped together when he drove all the way inside her. She saw Draco gritting his teeth as he forced himself to move in slow, deep strokes. The whole while, she was leaving soft kisses on his neck. Hermione felt immense pressure building up in her abdomen. She cried out as Draco's hand slipped between them to stroke her again and a powerful climax hit her. She sank her teeth into his shoulder as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Moments later, Hermione felt Draco shudder as his orgasm racked his body. He called out her name as he slowly pumped into her. The feel of him pulsing inside her and the sound of her name on his lips sent a jolt through her. Once their heartbeats slowed, Draco rolled to his side, pulling Hermione to his chest. He pressed his lips to the tangle of damp hair at her temple, letting his fingers trace the tattooed swirls on her shoulder.

"You did this for me?" He said at last.

"Yes."

"But how did you know?"

"I heard you tell your friends you liked girls with tattoos." She answered, blushing.

"But why would you do something this permanent for me when we weren't even together yet?" Draco inquired.

"Because I knew that I wanted us to be. Draco, no one's ever made me feel the way you do." She admitted shyly.

"What way is that?"

"Safe, wanted, maybe even... loved." Her cheeks flushed again.

"Maybe?" He kidded as his lips spread into a smirk.

"So does this mean you like them?" She asked him for the second time.

"I love them, and I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Draco." She felt tears well up behind her eyes as the man who had stolen her heart leaned in to kiss her on her forehead. "You have my heart. Promise you'll keep it safe."

"I will never ever hurt you, I promise." He said, and she saw the undeniable truth in his warm gray eyes.