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WARNING: smut. The whole chapter is a smutting goodness, and a confession at the end. So…

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Chapter 21:

That night Draco couldn't sleep. He couldn't wipe the image of crying Scorpius out of his mind. And he wasn't even surprised. Well, he was surprised a bit, that he found out that his son was, already, in love with a…boy.

He scowled up at the ceiling like he had just offended him for. He pursed his lips and sighed. He turned to his side and his scowl was wiped off his face, a smile was held on his lips. Right to his side was a very beautiful woman, who was sleeping. Her hair was wild around her face, an arm was curled under her pillow and head, and her face was emotionless. He scooted closer to her and wrapped his arms around the woman, smelling her lovely skin scent that he already adored. He still had confusing feelings towards her. He knew that deep down in his soul and heart was rested his answer, but he didn't want to reveal it, not yet. He liked the way they were now.

He moved a bit closer to her and kissed her forehead. He liked the fact that she wasn't wearing any clothes. Their night activities prevented the both of them to wear any cloth to bed. He kissed her closed eyelids, which flattered a bit under his lips pressure, he kissed his small nose, and then her chubby cheek and he couldn't resist it when he started to kiss her red, slightly pouted with sleep lips. He grazed his lips to hers, and licked her lips with his tongue; he liked the taste of her.

He latched to her mouth like she was the last line of his life. She, at first, didn't respond for she was still asleep. But when she did, Draco couldn't hold back the groan that escaped him. It was like she knew how to move her lips with his, how to twirl her tongue around his mouth, when to lick or nip his lips, how to graze her teeth at his bottom lip.

Draco shifted a bit and lay on top of Hermione. She felt his hardness on her stomach and moaned lowly at the back of her throat. She opened her legs wide, and Draco got more comfortable between her legs; their lips still attached. He let his hands to start to wander; he rubbed the back of his hand at her hard nipple and she arched her back, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing them closer to each other. She started to move her hips, trying to get some sort of a release of it. Draco laid his other hand on her hip, preventing her from moving altogether, and pulled back slightly breathing hard. Her eyes were closed, a small frown was between her eyebrows, and her lips were open, breathing hard; as she slowly opened her eyes, Draco started to lean forward and softly kissed her chin, she sighed in relaxation as he kissed her jaw, under her ear, causing her to shiver in delight and peppered her neck with kisses as he slowly moved down to her breast.

She cried out at the first touch of his tongue. She grabbed fistful of his hair and arched her back; getting him closer to her. His hand, that was on her hip, started to move; he lightly touched her inner thighs, and slowly moved up to her centre. Draco lightly run a finger on her clit, she moaned loudly in response. He was teasing her too much now, she wanted some sort of a release, or she would die. A long finger entered her.

"Oh God…oh yes…" she moaned loudly, she couldn't keep quiet any longer. He started to move his finger inside of her; a second finger was joining the first one quickly. His mouth was still working on her nipple, his hard breath causing her to shiver from the hotness of it all. "More," she sighed and grabbed his hair and guided him back to her lips. They started to kiss more passionately, more urgent. The fingers left her, and she moaned in protest, but she sighed when his hardness started to enter her. Her head was thrown back and she moaned loudly; she liked the feeling of him insider her.

He started to move, oh God she liked the feeling of him inside her, moving that way. He was rolling his hips and thrusting into her slowly, his movements measured. It was a pleasurable bliss, but she wanted it "Harder," she breathed into his ear and he complied. He moved her legs up his back, more close to his elbows. He started to move faster and harder, fucking her into the mattress. She crawled her fingers at his back, he was sure that she would draw a blood, but he didn't care. He liked the slight pressure of pain on his back. He liked the feeling of her hands on him. He liked the walls that were now clamping on him, making it even harder to move, but he moved, even faster. His breath was turned into short gasps with his each thrust, her breath was faltering. He was getting closer by each of her tensing muscles, and she was gasping for air.

And then it all broke. He shouted his seed deep inside of her, groaning deep inside his chest, sweat was covering all his body. Her chest was heaving from the release that she finally got. Her chest was moving rapidly. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure her rib would crack at any moment now.

Draco leaned in and kissed her clumsily on lips; feeling knackered all of a sudden. He liked this, he mused to himself when he pulled back a bit to look at her flushed and sweaty face. He liked to have her arms and legs around him holding him close to her. Liked the tingles that run through his body whenever she shifted a bit; him still in her. Hermione's eyes flattered open and Draco held back a gasp when he saw the heat and the fire deep inside her eyes. He liked the fact that he was the one that to cause such emotions inside her. He ran a finger between her round breasts and then rested his hand on top of her still rapidly beating heart. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead on hers.

"What would I do without you, Hermione?" he murmured to her, his lips an inch away from hers.

Hermione chuckled, the sound of it breathless. "I don't know, Mr. Malfoy. But you do know," she run a hand over his muscled back, "you're still in me."

Draco frowned a bit and smiled through it, "Really?" he asked and kissed the side of her lip, but made no move.

"Oh yes," Hermione moaned and kissed his cheek, loving the softness of it. She looked at his face and couldn't help the sight that left her. Draco was beautiful. There was no word to describe him. She liked the slight pinkness of his cheeks and sweaty forehead, some of his hair was glued to it. She moved one of her arms, so she could ran a finger over his forehead, pushing his hair back. She moved up a bit and kissed his sweaty forehead. She liked the saltines that she tasted there. She kissed his forehead once again. She liked his hard, pointy face, she liked his muscled upper body that was still pressed to her, and she liked the feeling of him still inside of her. She didn't care of the consequences that would follow from now on. She liked the now and here. She liked being held by him. Her eyes widened as she realized something. Her heartbeat started to gain the life that moments ago left her when she was brought back from her high.

"Oh God…" she whispered softly.

Draco's eyes popped open at her soft words and he frowned as he saw her horror-stricken face. His frowned deepened as he felt her heart beating rapidly under his palm. "Hermione? Are you alright?" he asked uncertainly, not knowing what to do.

Hermione couldn't breathe. This wasn't happening to her, she wasn't ready for rejection. What if Draco didn't like her? What if he only wanted her for his needs? What if there was no future for them? What if Hermione stayed where she was; nanny for Scorpius and a thing for Draco? Her throat tightened when she felt the tale tell signs of forced back emotions, she didn't want to cry in front of him. She didn't want to tell him what was happening inside of her; he wouldn't understand her.

"You are starting to freak me out Hermione, please tell me what's wrong?" Draco's soft and concerned voice floated inside Hermione's mind. Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth; it didn't want to move, to form words. So all Hermione could do was grab a fistful of hair and jerk him down and kissed him, hard, on his lips.

Draco felt her desperation behind her hungry kiss. He fell in rhythm with her lips and kissed her, trying to slow down her lips, but it all seemed to no avail. All he could do now was kiss her back and wait till she was satisfied and was ready to talk to him. He felt himself getting hard, and he was still inside her; she moaned and started to move her hips. When did she become so wet? Draco didn't know, nor he cared, because the feeling was so good; he started to thrust into her, their lips were still attached. His head was whirling with all the possibilities that he was sure were running through her head.

He knew that he liked her, what if she liked him back? What if she didn't like him? What if there was nothing there? What if she was feeling only pity towards him? Pity because he was a single father. He started to thrust into her faster and harder; all the desperation that he was feeling now was filling into his thrusts. She moaned deep inside her chest, her chest was heaving with ragged breath, she was bitingly kissing his lips, she was whimpering.

He was close. He knew from the tightening of his balls. He wanted them to cum together, so he moved his hand down and started to rub on her clit harshly. He was desperate to cum now. He reared back and thrust harshly into her. His thrusts were frantic and he could only concentrate on his moving hips. He pulled back a bit, their mouths were open, and their breathings were mingling with each other. At long last, with three hard thrust he spilled his seed deep inside of her, once again; orgasm rippling through them both.

Hermione milked on him, covering the both of them with her warm juices. She never had this kind of feeling before, it was mind-blowing and she knew if she didn't tell him how she was feeling, she would regret it later.

"Oh my God…I-" Draco wanted to tell her, right here and now how he was feeling, but the words were struck in his throat. "I…Hermione…I want to tell you, that I…"

"I love you," she blurted out. "I love you and I can't keep to myself any longer. I love you with all the heart that I have, with all the breath that I'm breathing, with all the…Oh God…I just-" her eyes brimmed with tears, she couldn't held back the sob that left her lips.

Draco swallowed hard. His heart was in over drive. He couldn't believe it. She was…she loved him. She…loved…him.

"I…Herm…I-" he leaned in and kissed her soft lips soundly. I love you. Oh he so wanted to tell her those words back, but he couldn't make his lips work. So he tried to explain it to her. "Hermione, I can't even tell, how I'm feeling right now," he wiped away the tears that were marking her face. He didn't like her tears. "I…you know that I feel the same way about you, but I have problems with…words. I can't tell you the words that you want to hear right now, but I can guarantee you, that I feel the same way. Oh God," he leaned in and kissed her lips once again. He moved out of her, finally, and turned into his side, Hermione did the same; her back to his front. He hugged her closer to him and they…spooned. This was bizarre, Draco never spooned before, but with Hermione, it felt so right. He kissed the side of her neck and nuzzled it. After a moment the both of them went back to sleep, finally satiated from their thirst for each other…for now.