Ginny had helped her come up with the plan, and in her mind, it was a little over the top. But the circumstances called for something over the top. She needed to get him back, if it was the last thing she did.

Hermione called Marcus, the property manager, and asked him to let her into the penthouse, while Draco was out. She set up the candles she brought with her and spread the roses across the floor. She hoped that her romantic gesture would get him to forgive her. She had no other plan. If it didn't work, he might be gone forever.

She was nervous, the last time she tried to be spontaneous, it didn't work out well. This time, she wasn't going to allow anything to get in her way. She was going to make him listen to her, even if the way she would have to do it, went against her usual personality.

She had finally set everything up in the apartment, she needed to get ready before he got home. She had allowed Ginny to pick out the outfit she was going to wear, and that made her even more nervous than having to grovel. It was a barely there, emerald babydoll nightie, that left little to the imagination. It was his favorite color, so it had that going for it, if the cut wasn't going to do it for him.

She quickly showered, shaved and cast a spell over her wayward locks, so they fell in loose spirals down her back. She put a little blush on her cheeks and mascara on her eyelashes, she was never one to wear a lot of makeup, and she knew Draco liked that about her. He had been with too many women who were high maintenance.

After Hermione was done with her preparations, she quickly made her way back to his apartment. He would be home soon, she didn't want to miss him getting there. She swung through the door, and only a few minutes later, she heard the keys in the door and Draco, swept through the door, phone to his ear.

He had yet to notice her standing there and her heart was pounding a million miles an hour. But he had noticed the flowers strewn across his floor. This caused him to pause and finally look up. His eyes locked on hers and told whomever it was on the phone, that he would call them back.

" Hermione," the name came out more of a whisper than anything else. His eyes raked up her exposed legs and over her barely covered breasts. Heat flashed in his eyes before he put his composed mask back up. " Why are you here?"

" I need to talk to you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

" And you thought breaking into my house, would make me listen?"

" You won't talk to me otherwise."

" I don't have time for this, Hermione."

" Draco," she begged. " Please listen to me. I know what I did was horrible."

" Hermione," he began. " It's not even what you did that I am mad about. It's the fact that you didn't trust me enough to ask if it was true."

" I trust you with my life, it just took me too long to realize that! I am so sorry!"

He sat down gracefully on the couch and ran his hands through his hair. He was tired and she knew she should take advantage of this opportunity. The less he was fighting her, the more likely he would be to forgive her. She slid onto the couch, next to him and pressed her body against his. Looking down, she could see the effect she was having on him. He was controlling himself well.

" Draco," she said, pulling his chin up so she could see his eyes. " Please give me a chance. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if that's what it takes."

Shock flashed across his face. That statement wasn't part of the plan, but she realized that she meant it. She wanted him forever. Not just a few months, or a few years. Forever.

" I love you with all of my heart, and it breaks more and more every day, when we are not together. Please. Please, forgive me."

She held his gaze, she didn't think he was going to accept her. She could see he was waging an internal battle with his heart and his head. She hoped his heart was going to win this one. She knew he loved her, he wouldn't have saved her, if he didn't.

She didn't know how far she should push, but the lack of contact between them, was driving her crazy. She needed to feel his touch. She grabbed his hand and placed it in her lap. He didn't pull away, that had to be a good sign.

" Tell me one thing…" he said.

" Anything!"

" Where did you get that outfit?" He asked, eyeing her breasts.

She knew she had him! Her heart swelled with joy and she grabbed his face and brought it to her own. She kissed him, like she had never kissed anyone before. Draco pulled her on top of him and she straddled his lap, grinding against his ever hardening cock.

He pulled back to nibble on her neck. She had forgotten how good it felt. How good he made her feel. As he worked his way to her shoulder, he pushed the strap that as holding the flimsy material in place. Her left breast was exposed and he lavished it with his tongue.

" You know…" he said, after swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. " This was pretty low."

" What do you mean?" She asked, breathlessly.

" This little outfit you've got on. You knew I wouldn't be able to resist this."

" That was the point,"she said, arching further into him. But he stopped and looked her in the eye.

" I would have forgave you."

" What…" her lust filled brain, couldn't comprehend what he had just said.

" I was going to forgive you no matter what. This little game you set up, wasn't necessary."

" But you wouldn't even talk to me."

" I know," he said with a sigh. " My pride was getting in my way. But knowing you were so close, drove me nearly mad. I wanted to forgive you right away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

" But you have now?" she asked, hopefully.

" God's yes!" He said, before kissing her again. " I knew the moment I walked through that door, that I was done for."

" Well, thank God's for that!"

He pushed the other strap off her should, to expose the other breast. His large hands toyed with the other, as he nipped at the other. She gasped with pleasure. She had missed the feeling of being with him and she didn't want to waste any more time.

" Draco," she panted. " Draco, please! I need you."

" Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded

She did as she was told, and locked her feet together, so she wouldn't fall. He got to his feet with relative ease and made his way to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and crossed the room to the large, four poster bed, that was situated in the middle of the room. Hermione loved that bed. It was the most comfortable thing to sleep on.

He threw her onto the bed and she squealed in surprise. He acted like she was light as a feather, something he could toss around. He was on her again and kissing her like a starved man would eat food.

" You don't know what you do to me," he breathed into her neck. She wriggled against his hard length.

" I think I have an idea."

" God's I've missed you," he said with a laugh.

" I've missed you too," she said. " I think you have too many clothes on," she said.

She pulled his grey t-shirt over his head and ran her hands down this impressive muscles. He really as a fine specimen of a man, and he was her's.

He pulled the baby doll from her hips and brought her panties with it. She yanked on his belt and he un did it for her. She pushed his jeans and boxers down with one foul swoop. She didn't want to waste any more time. He kicked them from around his ankles, to the floor.

She peered between them, to see just how ready he was for her. She didn't think she had ever seen him so hard, or as big.

" Are you ready?" He asked, reaching between them, feeling her wet center.

" More than ready. I have missed you so much."

" I am going to go as slow as I can, but I can't promise anything. "

He filled her, slowly at first, but quickly lost any control he had. He thrust the rest of the way, causing her to gasp. He stopped, thinking he had hurt her, but she shook her head in protest.

"I'm fine! Keep going."

He pulled out slowly, and thrust back in, eliciting another moan from Hermione. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold out very long. He moved like a piston, in and out, over and over again. She could tell he would lose control soon.

"Mione!" The use of her nickname, sent her over the edge. Her walls spasmed around his length, causing him to fall too. He grunted with pleasure, as he spilled into her. He rolled off of her and pulled her tight to his side. She cuddled as close as she possibly could and listened to him breath. He played with her hair, but didn't say anything. She hoped he wasn't regretting what had just occurred.