I'M BACK BITCHES! So I realized that it has been a DECADE! That's right, 10 years! Since I became a fangirl. Yes, it was over the Jonas Brothers, but 10 years a fangirl. I feel really old, BECAUSE it was over the Jonas Brothers. Anyway, I'm back, I've got the story done, i just need an epilogue. So here is chapter 14! Some light cute fluff before we hit the climax!
Chapter 14
Draco was pacing in the common room. It had been a week since they arrived back at Hogwarts, and Draco was finally going to tell her that he loved her. It was more stressful than it should have been.
He had everything set out. He had visited Winky the day before, he had caught her on a good day, so between her and a few of the other house elves, they made a dessert buffet of sorts. The elves found it incredibly romantic. While Hermione's attempts to 'free' them third year annoyed them like no other, it was the thought that counted.
Hermione was in the library again, working on some independent research for the ministry. Or so she thought. Draco had owled the prime minister, asking for him to come up with a fake assignment that would require the restricted section. Draco said he had something planned for a major milestone in the Dramione relationship and would appreciate a bit of help in creating an excuse to give him some time.
He stopped pacing and reviewed everything once again. The red roses were placed on the table neatly. Candles were lit around the room, creating a nice ambiance. The blanket was on the floor in front of the hearth, along with enough pillows to make a two-story fort. There were trays after trays of various sweets, chocolates, candies, and pastries.
Draco blushed at the thought of Hermione feeding him, and him feeding Hermione. That was going to be incredibly sensual.
He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. What if this was too much? What if she didn't like it? This was the first time he actually put effort into planning something romantic for anyone ever. Yeah, he had gotten women nice gifts that were sentimental and sweet, but he hadn't planned an actual romantic dinner or treat for anyone ever. He had just thrown money at them. Hermione wasn't that kind of girl, she wasn't materialistic.
The portrait behind him opened and he turned to greet Hermione.
Her face was screwed up in concentration as she walked while reading a book. She slung her bag off her shoulder with one hand and moved to sit down, her eyes never leaving the page.
Draco coughed, forcing her to look up. She seemed annoyed.
"What is it Draco?" Hermione asked.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her, "Really?"
Hermione finally looked around the common room and found it decorated. She softly closed her book, "Oh."
Draco chuckled and motioned for her to sit own in front of the fire.
Hermione dropped her things on the chair as she walked to the fire and sat down on the blankets, surrounded by pillows. Draco sat next to her.
"Did you do all of this yourself?" Hermione asked softly.
"No, the elves helped. Especially Winky." Draco replied.
He picked up a strawberry and held it to her lips. Hermione opened her mouth and Draco slipped the berry into her mouth. Hermione bit own and moaned softly as she savored the fruit.
Draco watched her chew, her eyes closed. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers when she swallowed.
Hermione returned his kiss.
When they separated, Hermione held a berry to his lips, watching him chew the berry, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time.
This continued for a bit. Sometimes they fed themselves, sometimes each other. They talked about the upcoming bill on Centaur rights.
Hermione curled into his side and they fell into a comfortable silence, their bellies full of sweets. Draco's arm wrapped around her waist.
He opened his mouth to speak. "Hermione," he choked out.
She looked up, "Yes, Draco?"
"Hermione, I-" Draco choked. He felt like those three words, eight letters, weren't enough to express his feelings for her; but it was enough at the same time.
Hermione knew what he wanted to say. And she wanted to say it back. But he was stumbling over his words. It was adorable in a way, to be honest.
She sat up placed her hand on the back of his neck, pulling his head down to hers. Their noses touched as her lips danced across his.
"Just say it mon amour." she whispered against his lips.
"I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you too," she replied softly, before kissing him passionately.
Having sex with Draco Malfoy was one thing. It was hot, passionate, and frenzied. The need to be consumed would engulf his partner. It was hot bodies meshed together, forming one, it was illicit moans, and a fast paced affair.
Making love with Draco Malfoy was a completely different. It was slow, and caring. It was Draco's fingertips dancing along her hip, holding her to him. It was his hand on her cheek, his lips gently pressed against hers. His captivating stare, watching her every facial expression to make sure that she was enjoying it.
Making love with Draco Malfoy was intense. His mercury eyes raking over her body, his hands attentive, his lips gentle on her neck. There was no leaving of hickeys, or bruised flesh from grabbing too hard and no scratch marks. It was hushed proclamations of love in each other's ears. Draco burying his face in Hermione neck, whispering it to her body. Him pledging his everything to her. It was pure bliss.
The afterglow was amazing, and Hermione found herself curled into him, her head on his chest, a position she tended to avoid because it caused a kink in her neck. But having him hold her, and trying to get their bodies as close together as they comfortably could was worth it.
Draco played with her hair absentmindedly, his other hand holding hers. He felt warm inside, a good kind of warm, Usually, he would be engaging in foreplay, preparing for a second or third round, but this, this was nirvana. Just lying there with the woman that he loved. They stayed in comfortable silence, nothing needing to be said, everything had been communicated a few minutes earlier.
They continued to lie there until Crookshanks, tired of being ignored, jumped onto the bed and walked onto Hermione's chest, paws directly on his breasts.
"Ow! Crookshanks!" Hermione shouted, sitting up and knocking him off of her, "What gives?"
Crookshanks looked up at her expectantly, "Mwreow."
"Has he been fed?" Draco asked, sitting up on his elbows.
"Yes. But I'll give him more food just in case. He's just being a needy jerk!" Hermione hissed, glaring at her familiar.
Crookshanks lazily jumped off the bed as Hermione followed him, pulling the comforter off the bed and using it as a robe as she walked to the bathroom to feed him.
Draco felt the chill set in, he took his wand off the stand and pointed it at the fireplace. A few more logs lifted themselves and landed in the fire. The room got a little bit warmer.
Hermione followed Crookshanks into the bathroom and found his bowl to only be half empty. But Crooshanks could see the bottom, so obviously he was starving. Hermione sighed and gave him another scoop of food.
Crookshanks purred and wrapped himself around her legs. Hermione bent down and petted him for a few moments before standing up and looking at herself in the mirror.
A mere few months ago, the vanity had consisted of a comb, a razor, toothbrush, toothpaste, and shaving crème. That was it. And now that Hermione had moved in, the vanity had been taken over by her hair products, make up brushes, tweezers, everything a girl could ever use. There were hints of Draco in there, a half empty bottle of his after shave, his green toothbrush, a new comb.
But their lives had become intermingled. They now shared the same tube of toothpaste, Draco would never admit it, but he did often steal Hermione's vanilla body wash as opposed to his body soap.
Hermione tore her eyes from the shared life surrounding her, and focused on her reflection. Her hair was tussled, and she had the standard 'just left bed' look, but her skin was glowing. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, and her skin was practically pink. She held in the small gasp.
This is what it looked like to be in love.
Hermione was taking too long for Draco's liking. He got out of bed and left the sheets on it, almost regretting it immediately, as the floor was cold and the air was nippy.
He walked quickly to the bathroom door, and opened it to find Hermione staring at herself in the mirror.
"Come along, Granger. I'm really cold and want you back in bed." He said cheerily. He went up to her and removed one of her hands from the blanket, wrapping it around himself as well.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned towards him, a smile playing on her lips. "Fine, only because I'm also cold."
Draco smiled as he led her back to bed. They returned to bed for the rest of the night, savoring their time together,
They fell into a blissful sleep, cocooned in each other's warmth.
Crookshanks found himself sitting in the windowsill, glaring at the forest. Something was brewing, he and the other animals had been discussing it. They didn't like it one bit. He wished he could tell Hermione exactly what was happening. But she didn't speak cat. While the extra food was nice, he was trying to warn her. Best to just let her rest for what was coming.
Look, I really like cats, and the communication barrier between my cat and I is frustrating, especially when I want to tell him to stop stepping on my boobs. So I figured I'd add my frustrations to this story. Said story, that I just shared with the guy I'm talking to. He knows I'm posting a new chapter. If you get this far, snap me what you think. To my readers, thank you for being patient with me. I get easily distracted and work on too many projects at once. But I got the burning urge to finish this story seeing how it's almost done anyway. I leave you here for now, and I'll post again in a bit! I've got a case of weird energy drink and a desire to be productive. So we're up all night! Enjoy the email notifications!