This is the last official chapter! And it has smut! There's an epilogue coming soon, I'm just trying to think through all the cute things they can do with each other through time.

As always, I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make money for posting this story.

"Merlin, Granger. Go!"

"I'm nervous, Pansy!"

"You weren't shy last night!"

"I was drunk!"

"Merlin," Pansy murmured, shoveling a handful of floo powder and casting it into the fire. "Get in," she commanded, shoving Hermione into the hearth. "Malfoy Residence!"

Hermione felt her naval stretch backward as the green flames engulfed her, the excitement and nervousness in her stomach surging further.

When Draco's black leather sofa came into view, she wanted to retch from anxiety. Her feet thumped onto the stone floor of his hearth, and she nearly toppled over, and this time his laughter didn't fill her ears.

Taking a moment to steel herself, she inhaled deeply before glancing up. The scene that met her was wholly amorous. The lights were off, and mounds of candles flickered throughout the room, their radiance yielding a romantic atmosphere that made her stomach flutter further. The room was vacant, but resting on the center table, surrounded by flower petals, was a crystal glass, a small piece of parchment leaning upon the stem.

Join me in the library

Switching the delicate long stem glass for the parchment, she took a small sip. The unfamiliar flavor of wine was exquisite as it trickled down her throat, settling in her gut and try and calm her. Taking a deep, steeling breath, Hermione sighed and moved toward the library doors.

Forcing them open gradually, her eyes fixed upon Draco relaxing comfortably on the worn sofa, a book in his lap, and a fire roaring as he pet Niamh. The subtle glow of the hearth glittered off his hair and bathed his skin with an elegant radiance.

"You came..." he spoke softly, closing his book and taking a swig from a half-full tumbler of whiskey as he stood.

"Theo was on our couch," Hermione nodded with a gentle chuckle, finding little other words to fill the space.

"Thank you... for coming," he whispered, leisurely rounding the couch into her space.

He looked utterly handsome this evening, wearing a simple pair of light grey jeans matched with a brilliant smile. He was wearing another long-sleeve black shirt, and she found herself grateful for the coverage.

His figure made Hermione glad she had conceded Pansy's help in readying her for their date. She had initially insisted a jumper and jeans would be acceptable. But Pansy had all but dressed her in a form-fitting dark green dress before shoving her through the floo.

"Thank you for the delicious wine," she tittered, tipping the glass toward him.

A lopsided grin fell over his face as his laughter filled the space between them. He approached within arms reach, and his scent invaded Hermione's space. Sandalwood filled her senses, and her soul rippled further.

"I thought we'd have dinner on the veranda tonight."

"It's freezing out, Draco."

"Granger..."

"Right... magic," and he chuckled, offering his free hand, which she happily accepted, lacing their fingers.

Draco squeezed her hand delicately as he drew her along the expanse of the library. The doors slid open as they approached, and her breath caught slightly.

"Draco..." she breathed as her heart leaped a measure. "It's beautiful..."

Candles lined a walkway littered with flower petals leading to a beautiful pergola resting in the heart of his garden. Sheer white curtains hung from the towering, wooden beams, rustling softly as the breeze streamed through them. Fairy lights twinkled around the vine-covered roof, and pillows ornamented the blanket cloaked ground below. A short, white-cloth topped table sat in the center, low enough to sit cozily on the ground and eat.

The table held two plates and an abundance of candles, all flickering slightly, casting a beautiful hue about the space.

Draco set a soft hand upon her back, escorting her the short distance to the moonlit scene.

"It's stunning, Draco."

"It is now," he replied peacefully, and she realized he was gazing down at her.

He slipped the wine glass from her hand then and set it beside her plate. He held her hand as she sank into the mound of pillows, a smile deeper than the redness of her cheeks settling over her features.

"So, what did you make for dinner?" Hermione inquired as he perched on the opposite edge of the table.

"Well, it took so long for Zim and me to set this up that we ran out of time," he chuckled and reached to the side of the table, pulling up a stapled brown paper bag. "So, I owled Pansy about your favorite takeaway."

"Taj Mahal?"

"Correct," Draco beamed, pulling out a container of white rice followed by what she could detect was mango jalfrezi and nan. Her favorite meal.

"You've certainly made this night perfect," Hermione chuckled.

"This is only the start, Granger."

"Oh?"

"The rest will come later."

"No hints?" She laughed as he served their Indian food, filling their plates modestly.

"Hints ruin surprises."

"And surprises breed anxiety."

"You're anxious?"

"Not really. I'm quite content," Hermione smiled, scooping a spoonful of food.

"Have you had a nice day?"

"Well, Pansy spent most of it primping me..."

"Speaking of Pansy, you said last night you slept together?" Draco inquired, his eyebrow bouncing as a sly smirk grew over his lips.

"Don't be lewd!"

"Can you blame me? You advised me two beautiful women share a bed nightly. What else did you expect a 22-year-old man to imagine?" Draco laughed, and Hermione couldn't help but giggle with him.

Their conversation flowed smoothly as the night spanned later, the wine flowing with it. Hermione could feel the faint buzz of drunkenness settle into the tip of her nose as they laughed together. Their fingers were laced over the table for much of the night, his thumb circling patterns gently over her skin, making her face heat frequently.

They spoke in length of what he had accomplished following the war. He and his mother had apparently spent a great deal of time volunteering within the wizarding world during their probation. His mother planning parties and charity events for the Ministry. Volunteering with war orphans, mostly through donations to their needs when backlash spread of her efforts.

Draco helped rebuild Hogwarts and Hogsmeade through the long months after the final battle. He eventually attended Hogwarts for what he called eighth year, in which she, Harry, and Ron had evidently not participated. Though, she was still prepared enough to best him in NEWTS as she took them. She chuckled somewhat sadly at the notion.

They conversed of her parents for a time. Hermione eventually divulged Harry's story of their memory adjustments under her own wand. When he hesitantly validated that she had made the correct choice, she had cried slightly. Even though she tried desperately not to. He had simply held her hand, telling her she made the right decision, saving their lives.

Zim, a Malfoy house-elf, popped in after half-ten and cleared their plates, dressed in a rather elegant tux. He was so well mannered, bowing and resembling a butler. When the elf popped away, Draco told her that he may have let slip that this was a big night for him, and Zim had gone a touch overboard.

Their wine bottle emptied near eleven, and he finally stood. The loss of contact between Hermione's fingers made her heart fall slightly until he stood at her side, offering a hand with a light smile.

"There's a meteor shower tonight, Granger. Will you stay and view it with me?"

"I'd love to," Hermione answered, sliding her hand along his palm.

Draco lifted her effortlessly from the ground, lacing their fingers as he drew her through the grass. She had abandoned her heels long ago, and the dew that had formed already kissed her skin coldly.

They walked for some time until a canopy came into view in the distance. The white linen curtains were back by trees, with throws and cushions layered in front of them. The only lighting illuminating the space was a smattering of small candles and the moon.

"Draco, you've outdone yourself," Hermione sighed as he eased her down to the blanket, her knees tucking to the side as she sat.

"I can do plenty more, I assure you," he said quietly as he laid down next to her on his back.

"I can't imagine how this night could get any better."

"You could actually lie back with me and watch the stars," he stated with a crooked grin. One arm tucked under his head as he held out the other, inviting her to lie against his chest.

The flutter in her abdomen intensified, and she uncurled her legs, settling into his opened arm. He folded it about her, drawing her in closer as he gazed up at the skies. It took Hermione what felt like endless moments and several shaking, deep breaths to settle the thrashing in her gut.

What she felt for him was undeniable, and she wished she could remember more of them. Even without her recollections, she couldn't refuse the way he made her feel. It was as if her heart knew who he was, regardless if her mind recognized. The way he challenged her senses and invaded her pores like she was somehow invincible yet wholly vulnerable was mystifying.

Hermione turned her head to the stars as they laid still for a time. Save for only his movements to twirl her curls and trail his nails lightly against the skin of her arm.

He shifted his head a fraction, and Hermione felt his gaze sear into her. When he made no effort to turn it away, she let her head fall toward his. Draco's eyes were lidded, his breathing thick as their sights met, and her heart jumped somewhat.

The hand underneath his head stirred, and she accepted his delicate touch upon her chin. He raised it gently, deliberately, as he traced his thumb across her lips. He dipped in slowly and brushed a tender kiss against her lips. Her core soaked instantly as a cacophony of flutters raged in her gut at his tenderness.

Her hand shakily fisted in the fabric of his shirt as he pressed their lips together a touch rougher. She couldn't think as he pulled back, kissing her tenderly a few more times before that irritatingly sexy smirk grew across his lips.

Although it was difficult to move in the tight green dress she wore, she pushed his shoulder and rose, crawling between his legs as they widened to allow her entrance. His face was primed with pure lust as he rose to his elbows, licking his lips as she crept into him.

He shuddered as her hands pushed up the hem of his shirt, running her fingers along his sculpted abdomen. Hermione flicked his shirt somewhat, and he smirked, tugging it over his head without needing to be asked twice.

In a moment of brashness, Hermione bent down and flicked her tongue against his firm abs. He quivered again, and she felt an empowerment score through her. She flicked her tongue anew, trailing it up the expanse of his skin. He groaned aloud, one of his hands falling to the back of her head, seizing her hair as she licked her way to his neck.

When her tongue met his collar bone, a surge of pleasure coursed throughout her, and she bit hard on the front of his shoulder.

"Fuck," he growled, his hand tightening in her hair as warmth pooled in her womanhood at the roughness.

He tugged her head back, and she couldn't help but smirk at the flash of genuine desire on his face. It was better than she could have imagined. Draco pulled her forward then and crashed their lips together in a searing kiss that made her toes curl while their tongues mingled.

Her hand trailed up his thigh and fumbled with the button on his jeans. Draco pulled back some as his hand dropped to hers, stilling her movements.

"Granger... are you sure?" He asked behind a pant.

"If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't be here," she whispered against his lips and watched the sensual smirk spread his features as his own words laved over him.

His hand clenched again in her hair, tugging her head forward as he feverishly captured her lips anew. It didn't take long for his tongue to force its way into her mouth once more, and she whined as he tugged her hair coarsely.

Hermione's hands fumbled with the button on his jeans once more, her legs still within his and somewhat stuck in her tight dress. He pulled back, chuckling heatedly as he drew out his wand. A moment later, a breeze blasted against her skin, and she realized their outer clothing had vanished.

"I love magic," she snickered, throwing her legs across his hips and circling her arms about his neck. "Pansy's going to kill you."

"Merlin, Granger, I do not want to hear about her right now," he growled, running his hand firmly up her back and pulling her forward.

When their lips connected again, Hermione's whole body surged with desire. His thumbs made quick work of the clasp on her new bra, her nipples hardened the moment they fell free.

He slid the bra from her shoulders and cast it aside, his hands skimming smoothly against the soft surface of her skin to cup her breasts. As he pinched both nipples between his fingers, rolling them, her lips left his in a delicate moan.

Draco smirked up at her before his head leaned in, pressing hot kissing to her collar bone, her neck, her shoulder. To the tops of her breasts. Before his mouth enveloped a nipple, his tongue swirling about it. When he nipped it lightly, Hermione's cunt throbbed with need as her fingernails dug into his back.

Her hand slipped into his hair as he flicked his tongue over her left nipple and then her right. His hands trailed about her body, and she moaned anew at the pressure as they dug into her hip bones.

Hermione sank lower on him then, and her cunt caressed into his hard cock. She circled her hips slightly, humping him and sliding her clothed womanhood up and down his long organ. She couldn't stop the gasps that fell from her lips as her movements pressed friction into her apex. Draco gripped her hips and stilled her as her face fell into a frown.

He raised her slightly, and with an unseen flick of his wand, his cock sprang alert and kissed her now bare core gently. The heat of his right hand vanished from her body as he took ahold of his shaft. He traced the tip through her dampness and gently guided her down onto his cock.

His hands slid to her hips, grip tight as he laid back with his brows furrowed in pleasure. Hermione sank further and seething his manhood with small whimpers at the fullness. Before her hips met his, he smirked and bucked into her, and unadulterated bliss coursed through her as she gasped out, her hands falling to his chest. He laughed heatedly and bucked again as Hermione's nails dug into his pecs.

Draco delicately pulled her hips forward, and the tension on her clit enticed new moans. His hands started to guide her, back and forth, as pleasure crept into her toes.

When she took over, rocking her hips languidly with his arousal wholly sheathed in her center, he moved his hands, drawing hers from his chest and lacing their fingers. Hermione straightened her back, thumping her hips a fraction faster as her cries saturated the area around them.

The heated gaze on his face, his eyes lidded, utter desire on his lips made her body tremble. Hermione rolled her hips faster as her cunt pulsed, weeping from the pleasure of his thick member between her lips. She couldn't help but throw her head back as pressure built in her core, an unending string of cries slipping from her lips.

As her legs started to shake, his fingers dropped hers as he gripped her hips tightly, stopping her yet again. She whimpered at the lack of friction, only for a moment before he plunged his hips up into her. Hermione gasped aloud, and he smirked, slamming into her again.

She felt his knees pull up, and he took her off guard as he thrust into her again. And again, burying himself fully, quickly. Picking his pace up as her fingers clutched his forearms. Loud screams dropped from her mouth, some entirely silent, as he fucked up into her, grunting quietly and seizing her hips for stability.

"Yes, Draco, gods, yes. More!" She cried, and he picked up his speed, plunging into her swifter. Her toes pointed. Her body shivered. And she squandered all control as she toppled over the cliff, her orgasm pulsing throughout her entire body. Her mind was blank. All she could think about was the feel of his cock as it rammed inside her.

He fucked her unrelenting as her legs shook, her body going limp as she laid forward against his chest, breathing heavily.

He relaxed his movements some as their lips met in chaste kisses. Hermione felt his hands run up her body then, his arms embracing her firmly. Before she could think straight, Draco flipped them, and her spine met soft pillows once more, his manhood still wholly within her.

He smirked at her slightly before meeting their lips and rousing a slow dance of their hips. He kissed her passionately when she opened her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside.

When she raised her legs and coiled them around him, he groaned, sliding his hands under her shoulders, his whole weight falling onto her. The weight of his body and the heat between her legs made her cry out as he fucked her gently, her trembling fingers clawing at his back. She could feel every long inch of him as his head fell to her shoulder, caging her in.

Hermione trailed her fingernails up and down his back and heard the shuddered breath he took.

"Draco, please," she whispered, and his body vibrated before he ravaged her. She panted loudly and clutched his back as he quickened the snap of his hips.

"Fucking hell, Granger," he moaned deeply as Hermione's teeth sank into his shoulder.

His pace grew punishing, but her cunt welcomed it, begged for more. She could feel tension building again, a tingle of sheer ecstasy invading her womanhood. She snapped her hips, meeting his rhythm as whispered obscenities slipped from his lips.

"Fuck," he grunted as his movement became frantic, his fingers digging into her shoulders as he punished her. Her body pleaded to come again, her legs shaking as her loud cries permeated the air.

"You're perfect, Hermione," he said, and her pleasure soared at the music of her given name cried from his lips. Her fingernails dug into his back anew as he cried out.

"Gods, yes!" She screamed as the pressure burst within her, utter satisfaction spreading through her form, making her toes curl. Her fingers grasp his back, and her teeth into sink into his neck anew as her walls clamped around him.

"Fucking..." and Draco moaned loudly, crashing into her thrice more before his movements stilled within her.

His body slumped onto her, still connected, as their sweat mixed. Their pants loud, and he crushed his arms around her, kissing her neck softly. They laid together, his sighs caressing her nape and her fingers tracing patterns on his broad shoulders as their breathing quieted.

"I can say I certainly didn't expect that," he laughed quietly, removing himself from her center and attempting to roll off her. Hermione clutched his shoulders to stall him.

"Stay there, please. I like the pressure," Hermione urged quietly, and he merely nodded, sliding his hands under her back and meeting their chests once more.

"I'll lay like this forever, if you wish," he murmured into her neck, kissing her skin there softly.

Hermione set her chin on his shoulder and trailed feather-light fingernails down his back. Shooting star after shooting star flittered by, and she finally chose to make a wish.

Wishing with all her being that she'd continue to grow. Continue to learn. Continue to love. And become precisely the woman she was meant to be through all of her tragedy.