When I wake up in Draco's arms, I instantly smile, realizing that everything playing in my mind had actually happened. We'd left Ireland together and spent the whole day in his flat, rarely leaving the bed.

But we'd also talked, and he'd admitted that he wanted something more than shagging with me.

I roll over to face him, kissing him softly and slowly, gently coaxing him awake. His hands move down my body and hitch one of my thighs over his hip, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. He rocks forward, grinding against me, and I break the kiss.

"Again?" I ask.

He smirks at me and rolls, pulling me on top of him. "Why wouldn't we do this again? We're very good at it."

I have to admit he's right. We are very, very good at it. We fit together perfectly, and it's definitely the best sex I've ever had. I shift my hips and feel him hardening against me, his cock rising to the occasion.

Leaning forwards, I kiss him again and his hands move to my breasts, palming them and rolling my nipples. I rock against him, dragging my slit along his length, feeling the arousal coating him.

"Fuck," he groans. "Are you ready? I need to be inside of you."

"I think so, but you'd better check," I reply, grinning at him.

One of his hands works its way down, finding my swollen clit. When he rubs a circle around it, I shudder. He keeps at it, one hand on my breast and one at the apex of my thighs, his eyes on my face, watching my reactions to his touch. After a minute or so, his fingers slide down and he presses one inside of me, stroking my inner walls. I move back and forth, fucking his fingers, feeling how ready for him I am.

"Oh, sugar quill," he says, his voice teasing, "don't you want more than this? I think you want to be filled and stretched."

"Yes," I pant, even though his fingers are getting me there just as effectively. "Please, Draco. I want you."

I feel his fingers slip out and roam up towards my clit again, circling and coating it in my own arousal before he reaches down and positions his prick at my entrance. I sink down onto him and nearly moan in relief.

When I start to move, Draco sucks the fingers I'd fucked into his mouth as he watches me. I'm so turned on by it, by the way he makes sure to get every bit of my flavour off his fingers. He's barely moving under me, just sucking and watching, letting me take my pleasure from him.

I circle my hips and grind down on him, trying to get him to react. I lean down, touching my lips to his, and he slips his fingers out of his mouth to kiss me properly.

When he pulls back, he says, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?"

I nod, still rolling my hips and grinding against him, building myself up slowly.

"So delicious," he praises, "I think I need you to sit on my face before we go to Bulgaria."

The thought arouses me way more than it probably should.

His hands push me upright before moving to my hips and starting to guide my movements, lifting me and then making me grind against him at the bottom of every stroke. It's so like the first time we were together, but this time I'm not worried, not self-conscious. I know he wants me, and for more than just a few nights.

I feel the same tingle, the same jolt that shocked me the first night. I don't know if it's magic or if I've just never experienced this level of arousal, but I'm addicted to the feeling it gives me. When I cry out in response, Draco thrusts harder, trying to go deeper inside of me.

"Yes!" I scream, and he takes it to heart, continuing to move the same way, plunging into me as deep as he can and guiding me.

Bracing my hands on his chiseled abdomen, I start moving faster. A chill runs along my spine and my pussy flutters around him.

"I feel you," he says. "Come for me, Granger. You know you want to."

And I do want to. I want to give him everything he wants. I want to be the one he stays in England for, the one who wakes up beside him every morning. The thought of that, of a future together, is what pushes me over the edge, sending me soaring and screaming as I shake on top of him.

I let myself fall onto his chest, pressing kisses to his neck. I'm still moving, riding him fast, and his hands tangle into my hair, pulling me up to kiss him again. When his tongue strokes against my lips, I feel the jolt again.

"What is that?" he asks, looking to me for an answer.

I don't respond right away.

"Granger?"

"I honestly don't know, but it feels fucking amazing," I say. "I want it to happen over and over again."

Draco kisses me again, and in this moment, we're lost in each other. His hands rub up and down my back, grab my arse, work their way back into my hair. He's touching me everywhere, like he's memorizing my body.

"Fuck, I'm so close," he groans. "I wanted to make you come again."

"Shhhh, it's fine. I'm sure we'll do this again. Lose yourself," I reply before sealing it with a kiss.

Thrusting up into me harder, Draco moves like a man possessed, like this is his only chance to come before he hits a long dry spell. He pushes me up, breaking our lips apart, and grabs my hair, holding my head in place.

"I want to see you. I want to be staring into your eyes when I come," he says, and his words are so intense they make me shiver.

Smirking, he moves his other hand between us to stroke my clit. I let out a shuddering breath, my body breaking out in goosebumps. I feel my pussy start to squeeze him, and he shakes, as well, moving his fingers over me more quickly.

"Are you there?" he bites out. "Are you going to come with me?"

I nod, my eyes latching onto his, the darkened silver pulling me in quickly. I start snapping my hips faster, doing everything I can to hit the finish line with him. I squeeze him tight inside of me, gripping him like I want to stay locked this way forever. He hasn't looked away, and I'm completely lost in his gaze. He pinches my clit between his thumb and his forefinger, stroking along the sides of it. The change in stimulation tips me over the edge.

I start to close my eyes, to tip my head back, but I hear Draco say, "Eyes on me, Granger!"

My head snaps forward and my eyelids flutter open. I'm coming, my moans and cries filling the room, and his eyes are fixated on my face. He moves and wraps both his arms around me, clinging to me as we both cry out our release, still grinding against one another, trying to prolong the pleasure.

When he drops back to the bed, he takes me with him and I try to catch my breath on his chest. I feel like I should say something — anything — but there are absolutely no words in my brain. My ear is pressed against his chest, and I can hear his heart racing, nearly beating out of his chest. Knowing that I'm not alone in this, that he's just as excited as I am, makes me brave.

"I could get used to that," I say aloud.

Draco chuckles. "What? Coming twice in less than fifteen minutes?"

"The intensity." I swallow hard and admit, "You. Looking into your eyes."

He grabs my hair, pulling it gently so I look up at him. Taking a deep breath, he says, "Do you really mean that?"

It's easy for me to see that he's guarded, that he's built walls around himself to keep people out. Somehow, I've managed to find a break in the them, or I've climbed over them, and I've found my way inside. When he told me he would've courted me properly, it had registered, but something about the moment we just shared solidifies it for me.

The realisation crashes over me all at once — I've found my way through his defenses and now his walls surround both of us. Since I'd managed to slip in, I needed to fix the cracks. I still need to guard him, to shield this fragile thing growing between us.

I move up his body and kiss him, making a silent promise that I'm here with him, that I'm in this and I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe. I'll protect him in whatever way I have to. I'm sure there are plenty of people who will want to break this fledgling relationship and tear us apart. With the touch of my lips to his, I vow not to break his heart, to keep the groupies and gold diggers away from him, to burn Viktor's t-shirt on the pitch in Bulgaria.

Remembering what he'd said the night before, I smile against his lips.

Once I decided I wanted you, it was a done deal. I was going to have you at some point.

Well, he certainly had me now. I'd gone and done the most ridiculous thing I ever could've — I'd fallen for my childhood bully.

"So, sugar quill, are you gonna come with me on the press tour after England wins the World Cup?"

I look over at Draco, and he's sitting on his kitchen counter eating ice cream straight out of the tub, wearing only a pair of sleep pants. I can feel myself staring, my lips slighting parted, but I can't make myself answer.

"Hermione?" he says with a smirk. "Sweet Salazar, we've certainly got your cauldron bubbling now."

My eyes snap up to his. "You're, uh, a fucking git, Malfoy."

"I think you meant to say, 'You look fucking fit, Malfoy.'"

Glaring, I tilt my face back down, focusing on my book again. "I said what I meant."

I hear him hop off the counter and then the spoon clatters into the sink. His footsteps tell me he's walking over to the couch, and I can feel myself flushing from head to toe.

Crouching down in front of me, he lifts my chin, making me focus on his face. "Maybe. But I could feel you eye-fucking me, Granger. It's okay. You can look all you'd like. All of this—" he gestures to his body, "—is yours, princess."

He leans in and kisses me, his tongue teasing my lips until I sigh and let him in. I feel him grab my book and set it on the coffee table before he presses me down on the couch, holding me in place with his chiseled body.

When I rock my hips up, he smiles against my lips and pulls back. "See? I knew it," he teases. "So are you gonna come with me?"

"Haven't I done that a few times already?" I quip, trying to delay seriously answering since I haven't given his request any thought.

Grabbing my hands, he pins me down, looking me straight in the eyes. "I'm being serious, Hermione. I want you there with me."

My heart starts trying to pound out of my chest, and it feels like the air thickens between us. It's all so fast — too fast — and I'm terrified because I want to say yes. I want to tell him that I'll go wherever he goes, that I'll be at every single one of his matches cheering him on. I want every single Snitch he catches to be handed directly to me.

But I'm not impulsive — or I wasn't until this week — so it doesn't feel quite right to want to promise those things so soon.

"Hermione?" he says again, my name rolling off his lips so easily now.

With a sigh, I say, "I'm nervous, Draco."

"But what do you want to do?"

I want to go with him, to live in our own little bubble for the press tour, sleeping in hotel rooms and walking down the streets in countries where we likely won't be stopped. I want to get to know him better, to fly with him again, to wake up in his arms every morning.

But I'm scared that it won't last, that he won't feel the same way about me a few weeks from now, especially once this initial lust dies down.

I draw on the little bit of courage I have and simply reply, "I want to go, but I know I shouldn't. I know this is all happening so fast."

Draco kisses me softly and releases my hands so he can cup my face. "It's fast, but it's right. Can't you feel it? Our magic… it's happy. Hopeful. It wants this."

"But what if—"

His lips are pressed to mine again, silencing me for a moment. As much as it annoys me, I love the feel of it, the way his whole body moves against mine when he kisses me.

"No what ifs. You know as well as I do that anything could happen tomorrow or the next day or five years from now." His hand moves down to my thigh, hitching it up around his waist. "I treated you horribly for years, and I want to spend every possible second making it up to you."

"You don't need to do that, Draco."

Next, I feel his mouth on my neck, and he grazes his teeth over the spot that drives me crazy. I let out a sound of pleasure and he does it again. "I know I don't need to, Hermione, but I want to. Do you want to know why all those other girls were just publicity dates?"

I'm trying to think — I want to respond — but he's all over me, turning me into a mess of female hormones. I'm sore from all the sex, but I'm also aching for him again, wanting to feel our bodies moving as one again.

"Yes. Tell me," I manage.

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. "Because I was waiting for you, sugar quill. Maybe not exactly you, but someone who made me feel this way, like I couldn't go a single day without touching her. Even before we had sex, I always wanted to touch you."

I think back and realise he's telling the truth. From the broom rides, to Apparition, to the party and the bar… He hasn't really kept his hands off of me.

"And you're smart and sexy and so fucking brave and powerful," Draco continues, punctuating the compliments with a thrust of his hips, grinding his hard dick against my centre. "It just makes you perfect. I wish I had realised it years ago."

I take a deep breath. "I guess the forced proximity really does work."

Letting out a laugh, he says, "Or the bed sharing. I hear that's a common one, too."

"And we had a few days of mutual pining." Running my hands up and down his muscled back, I add, "And those stories definitely got a couple things right. You're definitely fit and you fuck like a god."

Again, he stops and narrows his eyes at me. "How much fanfiction have you read?"

I feel my cheeks heat. "Just a bit."

He smirks and stands, lifting me off the couch in his strong arms. "If I take you to bed over and over and there's not much of a story, what is it they call it?

"Shameless smut. Or porn without plot."

Draco laughs and sets me down on his kitchen counter, right next to the tub of melting ice cream. He grabs another spoon and scoops some out, offering it to me. I wrap my lips around it, hoping that it looks sexy. When I see his pupils dilate, I know I've succeeded. He pulls the spoon away.

"More?" he asks. "Or shall we start the smut?"

Laughing, I say, "More."

He feeds me another bite, and it's ridiculous how sexy I find it. However, it's clear that he's enjoying it, too. After the second bite, he smears ice cream on my bare thigh, stopping before the hem of my shorts, making me shiver. Feeding me another spoonful, he drops his mouth down, licking the ice cream off my thigh.

"Mmmm, it tastes better on you than on the spoon."

He sucks a bruise onto my inner thigh, and I'm squirming. I take the spoon out of my mouth and grab more ice cream as he starts to stand. When I press it to his collarbone, letting it drip down his pec, he says, "What are you doing?"

"Testing your theory."

I set the spoon down and suck along the bone, darting my tongue out to lick up the dribbles. I leave a mark on his pec, and when I look up at him, his eyes are on fire. Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him in closer, kissing him hard. I can taste the ice cream still, and his hands start pulling at the hem of my shirt. We break apart when he gets it off.

"I want to lose myself in you over and over again until we have to leave," he confesses, staring down at me, a hand on my bare breast.

"So do it," I murmur against his lips, and he groans.

While we're getting ready to leave for Bulgaria, I suddenly realise that Draco hasn't revisited the conversation about the press tour. While I'm glad he hasn't, I'm secretly hoping he still wants me to go with him.

My BlackBerry pings and I pull it from my bag. Ginny.

G: Have you and Draco come up for air yet?

H: Seriously? Of course we have.

G: Harry told me how touchy Malfoy was. I hope he's as good as I've always imagined.

H: …

G: Come on! Tell me!

H: No. We're packing to leave.

G: Please tell me. I need to know. I'm going to be alone while Harry's off in Bulgaria with the two of you. Give me something to think about.

H: Think about YOUR HUSBAND. Not my… whatever he is.

G: He's going to be YOUR HUSBAND.

My heart skips a beat when I read Ginny's message, and my magic swirls and dances, reaching out for Draco's.

H: Stop. We just started having sex.

G: And I'll bet it's excellent. You won't want to give that up.

H: Still not telling you anything. Nice try, Potter.

G: *glares*

I throw my phone back in my bag, ignoring the continuing messages. Draco hears it and comes into the room.

"Potter?" he asks.

"The female one, yes," I answer.

I turn around to collect my book from Draco's nightstand and he laughs. "Why does she want to know what I'm like in bed?"

"Are you reading my messages?" I shriek. "How did you even figure out how to use it?"

He holds it out of my reach. "They were on the screen when I picked it up. I scrolled up."

I think of the husband comment, of what I responded with.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "You can call me your boyfriend, Hermione. And you can tell Mrs. Potter that I did, in fact, make you come again. Multiple times, every time." Heat courses through my veins, settling in my cheeks. Before he hands me my phone, he kisses me softly, his other hand cradling my face. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, love. I'm sure she'll be quite jealous. I bet Potter couldn't find a g-spot with a map, nevermind his cock."

I can't help myself — I start laughing uncontrollably, and Draco joins me.

"But seriously, Hermione, this isn't just shagging," he says when we've calmed. "Tell them whatever you want. I'm fine with it."

Nodding, I say, "So you're my boyfriend now. I wasn't sure. You said companion, and I said I was yours..."

"I'll be your boyfriend if you'll have me, sugar quill."

I make a show of thinking about it, and he wraps me in his arms. "Remember what your friend said… You won't want to give up excellent sex."

Sighing dramatically, I say, "I suppose she's right. It's so hard to find a man who knows what to do in bed. I guess I'll keep you."

He swats my arse and kisses me, and we're both smiling, his fingers lacing into my hair and holding me to him.

When we arrive in Bulgaria, Harry's sitting in the living room of the suite, looking uncomfortable. He looks at us, and Draco instantly pulls me closer, his hand settling low on my back.

"Hermione. Malfoy," he greets. "I trust you've got this new relationship stage out of your systems?"

"You wish, Potter," Draco replies. "I, for one, intend to treat my girlfriend the same way I do now forever."

Forever. He said forever, and my breath catches in my throat.

Harry looks at him, wide-eyed. "Forever?"

"As long as she'll have me," he states, not noticing that I'm completely frozen beside him.

"Isn't it a little soon—"

Draco cuts him off. "It's soon, yes, but that is my intention."

Harry nods, and it seems that neither of them have noticed my uncharacteristic silence. "Well, your bedroom is over there. Remember, no Silencing Charms, so be bloody respectful," he grumbles. "We can head to the pitch whenever you're ready to."

"Let us unpack," Draco replies, guiding me towards the door to our shared bedroom. "We'll say an hour or so from now. I want to go when it's starting to get dark since the match will be at night. I want the lighting to be right."

Harry looks confused, and I nearly roll my eyes at him. "He likes to create a game plan," I state. "He's good because he actually works at this and has a strategy."

"What strategy is there to looking for the snitch?" Harry asks with a snort.

I shake my head and look up at Draco. "See? I told you. He thinks it's all luck!"

"You can come up with us while we fly, Potter. I'll tell you what the pros do. I taught Hermione about it in France," Draco says.

Harry looks to me, shocked. "You've been flying?"

"I have. I've gone up on my own and with Draco."

"But you don't fly!"

I offer him a shrug. "Apparently I do."

"Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?" Harry asks, and I laugh, thinking of the time Ron had said the exact same thing to me.

Draco looks at him, an eyebrow raised. "Oh, she's still Hermione Granger. She's just a bit more adventurous with the right partner."

The innuendo is clear, though Harry doesn't seem to catch it. Typical.

"I've flown before, Harry," I say.

"But you haven't flown with us!"

I look him straight in the eyes. "You stopped asking. People change between the ages of seventeen and twenty-seven." Guilt colors his features, and I walk over to him. "Listen, Harry, it's not your fault. Draco provoked me into it, and I found I quite liked it. Especially when I flew with him."

Looking at Draco, he says, "You really are something else."

"He is. He's good for me," I whisper to Harry when I hug him tightly. "Don't give him a hard time. He already doubts himself enough."

Harry's arms wrap around me again, and they're so familiar. "Okay. As long as he doesn't hurt you, I'll behave."

His whisper isn't as quiet as mine had been.

"Bloody hell, Potter, I'm not going to hurt her." Laughing, I let go of Harry and walk back to Draco. He grabs my hand and kisses it. "I plan on keeping her satisfied so that she sticks around."

"Disgusting," Harry mumbles.

"Potter, you pervert! I didn't mean it only sexually!"

But I know he's trying to make Harry uncomfortable. I pull him into the bedroom and close the door, pressing him against it once it's closed and kissing him hard. He groans and his hands travel straight down to my arse, grabbing it. Just as he moves to reverse our positions, I step back.

"Stop torturing Harry, or I'll start torturing you like this," I say, slowly running a hand over his hard cock and pulling it away when I reach the tip, but I can tell it's not as effective as I'd hoped.

He smirks at me. "It would be easier to believe you if your eyes weren't filled with lust right now. Torturing me will only torture you, Granger, and I think you have a little bit more self-preservation in you than you care to acknowledge."

He's right, but I will never admit it to him.

"But I'll be nice to your precious Potter. I have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot of him from now on," Draco adds.

Nodding, I say, "Good. Now let's unpack."