A/N:

Okay ladies and gents ... deep breath and hang onto your knickers...

final chapter :)

(Yes, a chapter early but I felt it was right ...)

Enjoy!

x

Hermione wasn't expecting the knock at her door.

And she certainly wasn't expecting Malfoy to be standing there, leaning sexily against the doorframe. His hair slightly mussed and looking thoroughly kissable.

He gave her a look and she knew exactly what he was here for. She let him cross the threshold as she walked away and heard him click the door behind him.

When he was in the middle of the room, she looked over at him. He looked like he had something he needed to get off his chest. Luckily for him, she had already worked it all out and if he was coming to tell her that he couldn't do this anymore then she had been trying to fully prepare herself for that since Potions class.

"I managed to get rid of the nudus charm..." he started, folding his arms across his chest and looking at the floor. "Bit of a relief if I'm honest ..."

Hermione chuckled.

"No it's not... I bet you miss it already"

He looked up at her, smiling. "Yeah, I'm fucking gutted to be honest".

He took a step closer to her, keeping eye contact now. "Blaise figured it out" he started, not sure how to explain himself. "Apparently the charm has a few ... negotiables. Apparently, it eventually whittles the girls down to their knickers that my subconscious thinks could be a match for me ..."

He was looking at her. Directly at her.

How was she supposed to reply to that?

"I know" was all she could tell him.

And he knew she had already figured it out. He knew that her intellect was next to none and that she would have found the answer at some point.

"...and you think you 've found someone?" she continued curiously, seeing the ends of his lips curl into a little smirk.

He had not expected her to ask that.

"To be honest, I thought it was a load of bullshit". He was moving closer to her again. "But then not seeing you in your knickers during potions class threw me through the fucking ringer ..."

Hermione held her breath.

"... and then I realised that Blaise must have been right." He was closing the gap on them now, literally two foot from her and looking at her intensely. "I'd found her".

And he had.

Hermione's breath hitched in her throat. His eyes were stormy and his lips were parted, waiting for her to say something.

"Are you-" She was the one stuttering this time, not quite sure how to ask the question. He was practically stood in front of her now. "Are you sure you got the right girl?" she looked down at the floor.

He paused for a second before using his finger to lift her chin up; he was looking at her face. Taking in her eyes and her lips and the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I don't really believe in fate or destiny or any of that other bollocks" he began in a low voice, looking her directly in her eyes. "But I know about sexual chemistry and passion and what feels right".

She gave him a small, knowing smile. She knew those feelings well, too.

"And your future?"

Draco shrugged.

Trust you to get all philosophical when he's trying to explain what he wants Hermione silently berated herself.

"To be honest Granger, I haven't really thought about it". He took a deep breath and put a hand through his white blonde hair. "I don't really consider my future; I don't see it".

Hermione nodded, understanding that he very much tries to live in the moment.

He stepped closer again and now they were centimetres from each other.

"But I see you" he told her possessively, his eyes burning into hers and she almost went weak at the knees. "And right now, that's all I want to see".

Blood rushed to every part of her body and suddenly she felt feverish. She wanted him and she wanted all of him.

His arms were suddenly around her waist and he was pulling her to him.

"Fucking hell, I've been dying for you, Granger"

Her eyelids instinctively closed and her hands reached for his face. He breathed in the skin of her neck, massaging her hips, sliding his hands up and down her waist.

His hands, oh God, his hands.

He touched her like he owned her, and she wanted to give him everything. He was still wearing a white school shirt, unbuttoned at the top and his school pants. She was pressed up against his warm, muscular chest. This was heaven. She was smelling cologne on him for the first time.

Dear God, he just smells so hot. She wanted to eat him up.

She pulled her head back so she could see his handsome face. His eyes were hooded, like a blue, stormy sea, his jaw tense. So serious.

She slowly tilted her head up to press her lips against his, a half-kiss. Savouring this calm before the storm of their bodies crashing against each other. He rested his forehead against hers, hands up in her hair, slowly exploring her breasts, her waist, her hips.

"Beautiful girl, what have you done to me?" His hands cupped her face.

He smoothed his thumb across her bottom lip, and she sucked it into her mouth, moaning and watching him as she did. Heat flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips. Made a deep, guttural sound, like a shot fired, and the race to do as much to each other's bodies as they could had begun.

Hermione unbuttoned and pulled his shirt down off his shoulders, running her hands down the smooth, toned muscles of his arms. He tossed the shirt to the floor and pushed her against the wall by her bedroom, kissing her hard on the mouth, practically growling, and then dropping to his knees and disappearing under her skirt.

Oh, sweet Jesus...

He tugged her knickers down.

She felt his thumb brush up against her clit, and then he grabbed hold of her arse, slid one hand down the back of one thigh, hiking her leg up over his shoulder. He licked and then bit the flesh of her inner thigh and proceeded to do all of the amazing things he did last night to her lady parts with his tongue again.

Her eyes rolled back inside her head. "Oh, shit."

She was melting into the wall, into his hands, into his tongue. His flicking, circling, sweeping tongue. His gentle, punishing, determined tongue. She was whimpering and floating up and caving in on herself.

Her hands slapped against the wall, trying to find some leverage, bracing herself. And now his fingers got in on the action too.

"Draco. Oh my God... don't stop..."

He answered by moaning, pushing his fingers up to her hips and pulsing his tongue in and out and in and out.

Her entire being was struck by a hot jolt of electricity, and then her hips followed his rhythm, warmth radiating up and out from her centre and back to where his tongue penetrated her.

It felt too good.

"Draco... please!" She screamed out his name and then covered her mouth because she was making so much noise.

"I want to hear you," he told her from under her skirt. "I want to hear you come."

She uncovered her mouth and whimpered. She squoze her thighs together, wriggling away from him. It had to stop. It was too much. She'd never ever gotten enough from a boy, but this felt like so much more than her body could handle and it was just the beginning.

"Draco". He continued licking her, pressing her trembling thighs together even more with his palms and then he was sucking on her clit.

"Oh God!" her life flashed before her eyes, and it turns out that her life had just been one long pre-orgasm leading up to this.

It was fucking intense and she saw stars.

He went back to kissing her down there and didn't stop until her hips had stopped rolling, until her body had stopped jerking and tensing until every cell of her body had gone from screaming to whispering his name.

His head finally remerged from under her skirt, but she still felt little electric shocks in her core.

What just happened? She was as limp as a little ragdoll, but she also felt like she could run a half marathon. Before she could even mutter his name again, he was carrying her over his shoulder and into her bedroom.

He kicked the door shut.

He lowered her to the side of the bed, lifted her up to sit, and knelt before her to untie he shoelaces.

oh my God.

When her shoes were off, he stood up, took her with him and began to divest her of the rest of her clothes. The skirt and white button shirt got tossed aside. She could barely keep her heavy eyelids open, but his eyes were wide and appreciative.

She was completely naked before him in this white filtered natural light, and she was not even afraid of him seeing her.

"Granger ... look at you. Fucking hell." She ran her fingers through her curly hair and tossed it all behind her shoulders so he could see everything, dragging her fingertips down the side of the neck she knew he liked so much and then trailing down, between her breasts confidentally.

He groaned and was clearly aching for her, but she reached for his pants, looking up at him as she unbuttoned and unzipped them, manoeuvring them so they could drop to his ankles.

He stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

The bulge in his black boxer briefs was magnificent.

"Wow, even better the second time round" she muttered.

She cupped it with one hand while tracing her fingertip along the inside of the waistband and then pulling the elastic away from the taut skin of his pelvis. He watched her as she uncovered his fully erect penis.

Oh my God.

She couldn't stop staring.

She pushed the boxer briefs down until they dropped to the floor. Her mouth was watering, staring at his erection. Experimentally, she got ono her knees in front of him and reached out and cupped his balls. She wrapped her hand around the base, and licked up the underside, all the way to the tip and then sucked on it.

They both groaned at the same time. His hands are in her hair again.

She could do fantastic things with her tongue too, Draco Malfoy, just you wait.

"Granger..." He says so quietly. "Fuck, that feels so good."

She stroked and licked and sucked and squeezed. His head fell back and she couldn't make sense of some of the expletives he mumbled.

He tugged on her hair. His hands gripping her shoulders. "Granger, stop."

She didn't stop. She wanted to do all the nasty little things to this cock.

"Granger" His voice was so growly. Sounding pained.

She looked up at him, dazed and confused.

"On your back. Now".

He meant business.

She felt she had no other option but to get on her back.

He couldn't stop touching this woman. He couldn't stop kissing her. He couldn't stop staring.

Completely naked, except for a small gold necklace, she pulled herself backwards from the side of the bed up to lay her head on the pillows, his hands around her ankles as he climbed onto the bed with her.

Moving in sync with each other, like they're doing some choreographed dancing routine, she locked eyes with him the entire time. She slowly lowered herself on to the mattress, to the pillows. Her long, curly chestnut hair splayed out around her against the red sheets, framing her beautiful face and body.

For once in his life, he was fucking speechless.

He can only touch and kiss and stare. Draco stroked up from her ankles to her knees, pushing them apart, kneeling between them. She watched him intently, shifting around a bit, clawing at the covers, losing control. She was a little tense and restless from anticipation. But he was too. Every part of him was straining to collide with every part of her, and he must have been insane if he had ordered her to remove her amazing mouth from his aching cock, but it was almost too much.

Her gorgeous breasts and perky nipples were beckoning to him, though.

Well, you're not exactly going to ignore them, are you ...

Nope. She was going to know exactly how much he liked them.

Mate, they're the reason all of this fucking started.

With that thought in his mind, he reached out, massaging them while his tongue circled and flicked, He sucked until she cried out, and nipped at her flesh to make her gasp.

She was writhing around and dragging her fingernails across his upper back, and fuck that felt so good. She was whimpering and mumbling something he didn't understand. Something about hot skin and being too hot. She was shaking her head and repeating his name over and over in a deep, husky voice that he didn't recognize as hers, but he liked it just the same.

He took one last lick of her nipple, hiked himself up, hovered over her and stared down at that pretty, flushed face that he couldn't get enough of. She could barely keep her blurry eyes open. He had never been this hard, but he was completely torn between the need for release and the desire to make this last before real life came banging down on the door.

He lowered himself to kiss that mouth.

That swollen, moist, pink little mouth.

"You've had your fun," she muttered between licking and biting his lower lip. "Get on your back. Now."

In the second that it took him to lower his head and laugh lightly at her, she managed to flip him onto his back. He would have complained, but she was straddling him, and the view was so much better than any other.

She was positioning her dripping wet pussy over his rigid cock, and he was mesmerized. She pressed into his chest with one hand for support, clutching the base of his dick with the other. He held on to her hips. They were both holding their breaths.

She lowered herself so slowly.

Jesus fucking Christ, this was sweet fucking agony, and he was feeling it all over.

She was quivering, and he was clenching everything, trying to hold still. When the tip of his cock got a quick kiss of that wet heat, he knew it was all over for him.

He was a goner.

This is it.

Nothing would ever feel better than this.

Her exhale and his groan echoed, chasing each other around the ceiling and she was consuming him with this soul-melting tease as she sank down, down, down until they merged.

He had filled her up, and she was arching her back and tightening around him.

"Oh, darlin'"

He was in deep.

She was completely still for what felt like a fucking eternity while she got used to the feeling of accommodating him again.

When she did, she flipped her head, tossed her curly hair to one side, and her hips started to roll. She took her time, smirking at him, killing him and giving him life with each swaying movement. Taking it sexy and slow.

Fuck this shit.

He gave her arse a little smack. The resulting shudder through her body was more satisfying than he had imagined, so he did it again. She responded by picking up the pace, rocking back and forth and bearing down on him.

It took an incredible amount of effort to keep his eyes open, but watching Granger sway around and lean into the ebb and flow of her impending orgasm was breath-taking.

Literally.

He couldn't look away.

She was drowning in it, and he squeezed her thighs to remind her that he was there.

He was working hard to keep his climax at bay, but this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He wanted to wait for this tidal wave to crash, but he might have had to wait forever.

And he couldn't.

You're only human, mate.

One swift move and he was on top of her, thrusting like a prize stud right out of the start gate.

"Oh, yes, Draco. Yes!" She grabbed on to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him so tight.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione."

"Fuck me harder. You don't have to be nice"

Well, fuck me.

"Like this?" he slammed into her, nailing her to the mattress. The delirious pleasure is almost unbearable. "You want that?"

"Oh God, yes!"

He grabbed onto the headboard for leverage and went harder, faster, deeper. Some crazy growl emerged from deep inside him. He'd been on the edge of everything for so long, hanging on by his fingernails, and she was giving him permission to let go.

"Don't stop, don't stop."

The wall was shaking from the pounding of the headboard, her tits were bouncing magnificently beneath him, and he cried out, some unintelligible curse or prayer, because this was raw fucking heaven and hell and he felt so alive he might die.

He disappeared into the staccato rhythm of fucking Granger and he found himself again. The white-hot orgasm that suddenly hit him had shredded him into pieces.

He was somehow aware of her saying his name and holding on to him while he exploded inside her.

Blindly emptying into her, frozen in time. He collapsed onto her. They clung to each other. Both of them slick with sweat, fighting to catch their breath, exhausted and energized.

His hand found hers, interlacing their fingers, slowly returning to the world and each other.

Hermione looked at him, catching her breath and her damp curls stuck to her forehead.

"That was –" she started between panting breaths.

"That was us, darlin'". He finished for her, putting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes.

Him.

Her.

Them.

For however long it lasted.

-Fin-