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Remember how I said I said I wanted to give an in-dept and emotionally charged telling of Draco and Hermione getting together. Well Here is 8.5k worth of them getting started and taking the first steps together. I don't want to rush or gloss over anything here either. So I hope you enjoy my choices and enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 47: The Three Words
A virgin.
Holy fuck.
Draco felt his heart beat slam inside his ribs as he reeled with the shock of a revelation.
You don't live in the fifteenth century Draco stop making a big deal of it.
Draco immediately was thrown back in time as he remembered HIS first time…and how he was scared shitless that he would make a complete fool of himself. He had fumbled and stumbled and made silly mistakes not knowing what he was doing and the whole time-even though he had wanted it so bad- he had felt nervous.
That's how she's probably feeling now, he told himself. Draco was at a loss of what to do and how to handle this.
At Hogwarts, one of his conquests had been a virgin. That Particular Slytherin Girl had treated her virginity like it wasn't a big deal at all, and Draco had been cool with that. His mother had hammered it into his head repeatedly that a woman's body was her own and that he didn't have any right to decide what mattered to them and what didn't.
Looking down at Hermione he knew that it mattered to her.
Fuck, what if I screw it up? He found himself wondering.
You can't be serious, he told himself. If it matters so much to her you can't let her throw it away on you, the darker part of his mind ordered.
I love her, the part that was devoted to Hermione completely said gently within his mind. If I love her is the right thing to do to tell her to wait for someone else…or is the right thing to do to let her make the decision for herself?
"Draco say something…" said Hermione softly and he saw that her eyes were filling with tears.
Shit, shit, shit.
"Hermione…" he couldn't think of anything to say. His mind was still churning over the new information as he tried to process it so he said the only thing that came into his head: "Don't cry."
"I'm not crying," she said wiping the tears away from her eyes before they could spill out.
"Okay…" Draco blinked. He didn't want to argue with her. He knew that right now the last thing she probably wanted was to argue about the moisture collecting in her eyes.
Draco took a breath "Just give me a second."
"It's not a big deal, you can forget I said it and we can just go back to…" she gestured between them. "And I'll just follow along and…"
"Nah-ah," said Draco shaking his head. "There is no world in which I am going to forget this conversation and finding out this…is…would be your first time." He swallowed as thoughts began to come together properly again. He looked down at her.
"I don't believe that you can look me in the eye and tell me honestly that this doesn't mean something to you," he touched her shoulder gently. "You may be a practical and intelligent witch Hermione but I know…you're also a giant softie inside."
"It's stupid," she said looking away.
Draco reached out with his other hand and grabbed hold of her upper arms.
"It's not stupid," he said and ducked down forcing her to look at him. "Look at me, it's not stupid. It's okay to care about it and want it to be a big deal and special."
"But I don't want it to be fake," said Hermione and he heard her voice crack with what sounded like a cross between frustration and confusion. "I don't want rose petals on a bed and all that cheesy stuff I just want to…" she bit her lip.
"You just want to what Hermione?" he asked.
"I want it to be special because I want it to be with someone I love…and someone who loves me."
Draco's heart stuttered.
"Someone you love," it felt like gears were grinding in his head.
Someone she loves.
Someone she loves? Then why was she starting with me?
The words were making his head spin.
She doesn't love me…
She can't love me.
Not after everything I have done…
Does that mean she wants to stop?
But she just said she wanted to keep going…
"Tell me again that you love me Draco," he voice had a soft edge to it so that the words were more pleading rather than an order or a demand. How could she not know? Why did she need to hear it again?
It didn't matter he would say it a million times if she asked him to.
He would say it every day for the rest of his life if she wanted him to…if she would let him.
Why does she want to hear it?
"I do," he said reaching out for her. He felt half-numb.
"Say it," this time it was a command. He obeyed.
"I love you."
There was a pause.
"I love you too."
Time stopped for Draco.
The whole universe was suspended for a moment.
Words had never meant more to him in his entire life than right then…those words coming from her lips….
She just said she loves me…
She can't love me.
I have to be dreaming.
She can't mean it.
Draco reached back and dug his nails into his shoulder with one hand feeling the sharp bite of them as he pressed almost hard enough to break skin.
You're not dreaming…
She just told you she loves you.
She can't mean it.
He wanted her to mean it. He wanted her to mean it more than he wanted anything else in that moment.
"Tell me you mean it," the words passed barely audibly through his lips. His hands went up to cup her face. "Tell me you mean it," he said louder and there was a rush of blood in his ears and he felt his fingertips tingling oddly. "Merlin tell me you mean it."
"I do," she said. "I don't know why it took me so long to realize it."
"Things have been complicated," said Draco feeling light headed.
"You look like you're about to pass out," said Hermione.
"I kinda feel like it," he said and dragged her over to the bed tumbling down on it with her so that they were laying facing one another.
Draco wrapped her in his arms holding her close to him.
He didn't want to let go not now, not ever.
Her head tucked in against his chest and he felt her fingers curl against his pectoral as she leaned into the embrace welcoming it around her.
"Your heart is pounding," said Hermione.
"That happens when you get life altering news delivered," managed Draco, though he wasn't sure how. His brain felt fried.
"Life altering news?" Hermione lifted her head.
"Yeah," said Draco. "Finding out the woman you love who you thought...you thought had died saving your life is actually alive and then hearing her say that she loves you back is kind of the definition of life altering."
Hermione let out a quiet laugh.
"Okay, fair," she said and snuggled into Draco. "I like this," she said. "Being here with you just like this."
"I like it too," said Draco and he kissed the top of her head. "I'll like it more when my heart stops trying to tap out a military jig in my chest."
This time Hermione laughed for real and Draco found himself smiling in spite of himself.
Was he allowed to be happy?
After everything he had done…after all the hell that he had been through…had he made enough amends?
Not yet, but I will…I'm trying, he thought to himself.
I'll keep getting better until I become a man she can have stand at her side.
But what about now?
Was he allowed to love Hermione AND let her love him back?
Hermione lay in the safe circle of Draco's arms and listened to his heart beat slowly return to normal
"So…" said Draco taking a deep breath.
"So," answered Hermione.
"Do we get to be together?"
Hermione's heart squeezed at the vulnerability she heard in Draco's voice.
"I want all of you," he said quietly. "If I have to have you only in the shadows away from your friends I'll take it. I'd understand if you don't want me around them... but I want all of you. Always Hermione."
"I'm not ashamed of you Draco," she said her head shooting up so she could look at him. "I'm not going to relegate you to the shadows. Right now I am a little ashamed of some of my friends and how they have been acting," she added with a frown.
"They do have the self-righteous gene in flagrant abundance," said Draco with a small chuckle. Hermione smacked him playfully on the shoulder and Draco grabbed hold of her hand and then switched their positions so that he was on top, pinning her beneath him.
Hermione let out a small yelp and then smiled up at him.
He held her wrists captive on either side of her head as he looked down at her.
"God you are so fucking beautiful," he said and bent his head down to kiss her.
Hermione blushed as she answered his kiss. This one was different…slower…soft. She let out a small sigh as she felt it warm her from her fingertips to her toes. He kept kissing her, gentle brushes of lips against her, and then his tongue ran against the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth only to have him pull back and then sweep a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth.
Hermione felt herself getting restless. That ache she had felt before was coming back with a vengeance and she wanted to move.
She flexed against Draco's hold and he didn't move. Heat rushed in response. She was trapped beneath him, and while it should have scared her to be in this position she found her body responding because she wanted him.
There was a kind of thrill at being his captive without actually being captive anymore.
Draco shifted as she squirmed and pressed his hips against her pinning her whole body to the mattress.
Hermione swallowed and closed her eyes as she felt his hard length against her pelvis.
She let out a small moan and her body tried to simultaneously move away and get closer. Every movement she made only made her more aware of him and how close he was and how hot and hard that member was against her.
She trembled as he finally gave her the kiss she was aching for, his tongue slipping into her mouth to meet her. She moaned into him. She didn't know kissing could be like this-light her whole body on fire. She wanted more, she wanted faster, harder, but Draco was taking it slow and that only made her body crave each caress more.
"Draco," she said his name like a plea.
"Yes?" he asked and she noted his voice had a rough quality to it that had her body answering with a small clench of muscles deep within her.
"Please," she said not knowing how to ask for what she wanted, not knowing exactly what it was she wanted, only knowing that she wanted more.
"Please what?" he asked and she heard the humor in his voice, a gentle edge that let her know he knew what she meant.
He knew what she wanted.
"More," she said. "I want more."
"Greedy little witch," he teased as his mouth moved to her throat. "I like that," he gave her a little nip and Hermione's hips bucked despite being held against him. The result had them both letting out little sounds of pleasure.
He wants you too, she reminded herself and she rubbed purposefully against him soliciting a sound from the back of Draco's throat.
She felt his hands flex over her wrists squeezing tight enough that it was almost painful.
She loved it.
She loved knowing she could make him forget for a moment and lose control.
It lasted only a moment though and she found Draco back at her neck, this time sucking and licking trailing down to her collar bone. She trembled as he began kissing lower.
She wanted his mouth on her chest.
She wanted it so badly.
Her nipples were hard beneath her bra and her breasts were almost sore with the desire to be touched. Draco kissed the small line between her breasts and paused there turning his head to listen to her heartbeat.
"I think that might be my favorite sound in the world," he said looking up at her.
Hermione felt her heart squeeze.
How had he become someone who could say words that touched her heart like that? How was it that Draco Malfoy was here in bed with her touching her in ways she had never been touched and making her want him more than breath itself?
It was more than physical. It wasn't just that he was hot and she was horny…it was that he was…this incredible man who loved her and was touching her in a way that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
Draco released her hands and shifted them so that they were both sitting. Then he reached around behind her and undid the clasp of her bra with one hand, reminding her that this wasn't his first time, before leaning her back down on the bed.
She missed the warmth of his body pressing up against her. She wanted to feel his hardness again, but he kept his hips away from her as he began kissing her one more.
He started at her neck once more and by the time he made it to the space between her breasts her body was trembling with the want.
Her now free hands held onto the pillow above her head clinging to it as the anticipation built.
He paused and she could feel the soft warmth of his breath brushing against the sensitive skin. Pin prickles rose up turning the skin on her arms to gooseflesh. And then he dipped his head down and captured her nipple between his lips laving it with his tongue.
Hermione bowed.
Fuck, it felt so good.
He kissed and suckled her nipple until she was squirming with pleasure beneath his ministrations and then he stopped and she let out a little cry of protest only to find him on the other breast giving it the same attention.
Hermione's legs moved restlessly against the bed sheets as he ran his tongue over her nipple. Every flick of his tongue sent little spikes of pleasure through her…shooting down to her core and making her squirm and clench at the unfulfilled desire there.
He pulled back and kissed her maneuvering himself up her body so that he could touch her breast at the same time as he claimed her mouth. The added sensation was like a bomb going off in her head. She went from thinking about what Draco was doing, and enjoying his kiss while the other was on her breast, to a mindless chant of want within her.
Hermione moaned as he cupped and squeezed her. He ran his hand over her breast kneading her flesh gently. She rocked into his touch wanting more, never wanting him to stop.
She felt the moisture that had been growing from his touch get an added rush and soak through her panties as he kept up the work.
He punched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she let out a small cry. The jolt of it sent a sharp stab of arousal to her already trembling core.
"Draco!" she called his name.
He answered by moving back down her body. He shifted so that his hand was on her other breast while his mouth latched on to her nipple where his fingers had just pinched. He nipped her gently and her back bowed. Her hands came down soundly on his shoulders almost in a slap and her fingers curled into his flesh leaving little crescent moons in their wake.
Draco let out an approving grunt and kept up his work until she felt nearly mindless with it. Everything narrowed down to his touch.
His hand left her breast and Hermione wanted to protest until she found it at her core rubbing her in slow circled through her jeans. The friction was incredible. Her hips bucked into his touch while his moUth continued to savor her breast. She felt the tension coiling inside her tighter and tighter and then Draco bit her nipple and she came crying out, hips writhing, grinding her center into his hand as he kept moving it in those maddening circles until she finally came down.
Hermione shuddered.
"I changed my mind," said Draco coming to lay on his side, his head on the pillow next to her. "I think that might be my favourite sound in the world."
Hermione managed a laugh closing her eyes as she dealt with the flood of emotions that had tagged along for a ride on the back of her climax.
Everything she had been going through the last few weeks without him came rushing back to her and she felt tears prick at the back of her eyes.
"I don't want to be without you," she said softly.
"You never have to worry about that," said Draco gathering her up into his arms.
Hermione buried her face in his chest.
"I don't know why I'm getting so emotional," she said on a sniff. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," said Draco rubbing her back in soothing motions. "Don't apologize." He kissed her gently. "I want all of you Hermione," he said gently. "I love all of you."
That pushed her over the edge and Hermione burst into tears.
Draco held her until he tears subsided. He stoked her hair and back until everything finished pouring out from inside her and she fell asleep.
Narcissa wandered the streets of Paris for several hours while she thought.
She stayed amid the muggles and away from the magical ally's knowing that the muggle world provided more protection for her at the moment.
Voldemort would have her neck.
The deatheaters and snatchers were probably out looking for her right now.
Narcissa continued to walk. Her mind a buzz with what her life had become.
Her son was in love with a muggle born.
She looked at the people passing by.
Are we all really do different? She found herself wondering and then dismissed the thought.
Of course we are different you could destroy this entire block and everyone here before they could summon the police.
And yet so could any muggle with the right weapons.
The ability to destroy isn't the measure of their worthiness, her mind said and she felt bad for even thinking of it.
Narcissa found herself at the front steps of Musée de l'Orangerie, not far from where the Louvre. Her feet took her up the steps and she paid the woman at the desk for a ticket and walked up the white ramp into the round room.
They called it the round room, but the reality was that it was more of an oval. There were hallways on the far end leading to a second room of the same shape creating an infinity loop.
Why am I here? She thought to herself.
She knew the answer: Paris had always been a place she liked to visit and this was one of the few places she had never been before. She had heard it was a peaceful place…so here she was…seeking peace amid the turmoil of her war-torn life.
Narcissa sat on the bench amid the muggles and looked out at the water lilies. The classic paintings that moved so many and drew in a daily crowd of tourists and artists alike.
She saw teenagers from all across the world taking selfies in front of the paintings and she watched them wondering what it was like to live a life without magic.
Did they know that a piece was missing from their world?
"Why are you crying?" asked a little girl who couldn't be more than ten. She was careful to keep her voice quiet. There was a softness to this place which everyone seemed to respect. A quiet peaceful solemnness not unlike a church.
Narcissa reached up and touched her cheeks to find that she was indeed crying.
"I don't know," Narcissa answered the little girl, honestly. She had a million things to think about and worries all around, and here she was-a woman who never let her emotions rule her-crying openly in public.
"It's okay," the little girl said patting Narcissa's shoulder. "My mommy says that art is like that sometimes. It makes you feel so much sometimes it has to come out through your eyes."
Narcissa forced a smile.
"I've always wanted to come see them, ever since I was three years old," said the little girl sitting down close to Narcissa and looking up at her with big innocent eyes. "Mommy said I liked Monet since the first moment I saw his pictures. I think she's right because I don't remember ever not loving him. He's my favourite." Her little legs swung gently not touching the floor.
"Is he now?" managed Narcissa as she used a handkerchief from her bag to wipe away the tears and pull herself together.
"Yup. His paintings are special. They are like….like the best version of what things could look like." The little girl's voice rose a little and then she looked around clearly worried she had been too loud and spoke more softly so that Narcissa felt like the little girl was letting her in on a secret.
"When you look up close," she said pointing towards the nearest painting with her tiny hand. "He has all these big blobs of colour but then when you step back they become the flowers on the pond. It's like magic. One minute it's just little splotches and then the next minute it's this whole big beautiful world."
"What did you say?" asked Narcissa.
"That it's a big beautiful world," the little girl repeated.
"Before that," said Narcissa
"Oh…" said the little girl scrunching her face up in concentration. "Oh that it's like magic!"
"Sarah," and older woman took hold of the little girls arm. "You don't disturb the people here. I told you if you wanted to see Monet's painting you had to behave yourself," she looked up at Narcissa. "I'm so sorry."
"It's alright," said Narcissa. "Please don't be cross with her. She helped me see something I never saw before."
The woman looked down at her daughter and her grip on the girl changed, softening. She slid her hand down from Sarah's arm and took hold of her little hand.
"Come along Sarah," the woman said gently. "We have to meet your father."
"Bye," said the little girl waving at Narcissa.
Narcissa found herself waving back and then she stood and moved into the second room. Like the first it was naturally lit and housed four paintings each a different set of the water lilies. It was near closing and so Narcissa watched as the crowds thinned out slightly with the dying light.
The little girl was right.
This muggle man's art made thousands of people happy every day. He had gifted the paintings to the people of Paris, which was why they did not move from this magnificent building which had been built for the sole purpose of housing his great works.
There was a magic in the way he painted, but more than that there was a magic in how they could constantly bring people joy.
It was a magic that could not be replicated with a wand.
When the guard came up to her and gently told her in French that it was time to go Narcissa knew she had to go back to her son.
If loving a muggle born woman was what made her son happy…then she would not stand in the way of that kind of magic.
As reluctant as Draco was to leave Hermione's side, he had to eat. His stomach was growling loud enough that he was worried he would wake her with the grumbled alone.
She's so fucking beautiful, he thought as he looked at her. The sounds she had made, the way she had responded to his touch had driven him wild inside and out. He would savor the sound of her first climax with him forever in his memory even though he planned on making it happen again and again there was something special about first.
I want to make her first special, he found himself thinking and then his mind went to other places. He didn't want to hurt her…
Draco's stomach growled again and he closed his eyes enjoying the feel of their bare torso pressed together.
He carefully extracted himself from her grip. She curled in of herself and Draco carefully covered her with a sheet knowing it's what she would want.
He tiptoed away and made his way downstairs to the kitchen.
His mother sitting waiting for him at the table.
Draco's back stiffened preparing for a fight.
"I'm not giving her up," said Draco defensively.
"I am not going to ask you to," she answered and Draco blinked.
"What?" he looked at his mother with surprise.
"You love her. I can see it in your eyes and I…I love you Draco," she said standing and coming around the table towards him. "I want you to be happy."
Is she really going to accept this?
Will she…let me be with Hermione?
His mother couldn't and wouldn't be able to stop him from being with Hermione, but he wanted Narcissa to be okay with this. He wanted to keep both of the women he loved in his life. He didn't want to have to choose.
"She's an incredible witch mom," he said his shoulders letting go of some of their tension.
"It's not her abilities with a magic or a wand that have changed my mind Draco," said Narcissa coming a little closer. "It's the fact that she loves you and was willing to die for you. I don't care that she's an incredible witch I care that she's an incredible woman." Narcissa straightened. "She went through things that no one should have to go through, some of those things were at your hand and yet she has forgiven them and sought no revenge. Which is more than I think I would be able to do."
"You're an incredible woman yourself mom," said Draco knowing that Narcissa had endured more than she had ever let him see in order to keep her family safe…in order to keep him safe.
Narcissa gave a small smile.
"I love you very much Draco," she said it as if she needed to convince him of it. As if he had forgotten her love. It made Draco's heart twist and clench in his chest.
"I know mom," he said and he opened his arms knowing she wanted to hug him while also knowing that his mother would not be the first one to make the move. She wouldn't risk the rejection.
Narcissa came forward stepping into Draco's open arms.
She wrapped her arms around him and Draco squeezed her tight. It felt like it had been ages since his mother had held him.
"I want you to be happy," she said into his shoulder.
"She makes me happy," said Draco softly.
"Then I will accept your choice to be with her."
Draco pulled back to look at his mother and realized she was dead serious.
His mother, who had always hated and looked down on people like Hermione was not going to try and stand in the way of him being with the woman he loved.
Draco felt like a giant weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
"Thank you," he said sincerely and hugged her again this time squeezing her tighter. "You don't know how much that means to me to hear you say that."
Narcissa pulled back and gave a tight nod and Draco could see that she was at the end of her strength; at the limit of her patience and flexibility.
She was trying to do what she thought was right and it was tearing her up inside because it was at odds with everything she had been raised and had raised him to be.
Still, her love for her son was greater than the prejudice she had been weaned on.
"I am going to go now," said Narcissa. "We need some more supplies…and some food if we are going to be accommodating one more."
Draco didn't point out that it was getting late. He knew his mother wanted an excuse to get out of the house. Knew that she needed some space and time to herself and she was being courteous enough to not kick them out and to instead step out of the way herself. He appreciated the gesture and helped his mother save face by not acknowledging that he knew exactly what she was doing and why.
"Be safe," he said.
Narcissa raised her chin.
"I will be fine," she said a little haughtily, and vanished.
"I will accept your choice to be with her"
His mother's words rang in his ears. It wasn't everything, but it was one hell of a big step in the right direction. Draco felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. Maybe there was hope for the three of them being a family.
A family…
The word 'Family' was changing its meaning inside Draco's head.
He had always associated family with duty, responsibility and obligation.
Now he was thinking of it in terms of…love. People who stuck together because of the love they had for one another.
You've gone and become a total softie, he told himself with an eye roll and turned to the cupboard to whipped up a quick meal with what little was there.
There are worse things to be, he said smiling inwardly.
Draco carried the meal back up to the room along with some orange juice.
Hermione sat up in bed when he returned, pulling the sheet up higher over her breasts. He was sad for the lack of a view, but understood her being shy. He was glad he had covered her before going downstairs.
"Where did you go?" she asked quietly.
"I got us some food," he said setting down the tray. "And I talked with my mother."
He watched Hermione's face fall and saw her pull the sheet tighter.
Way to kill the mood Malfoy, he told himself.
It's important she know.
He knew the witch in front of him would be worried about what had happened between him and his mother and she had every right to be. Narcissa was a scary mother bear when it came to her son and anyone who dared come between them or tried to harm her cub.
"How is she?" asked Hermione.
"She has decided that she will support my decision," said Draco.
"Your decision?" asked Hermione confused.
"My decision to be with you," said Draco.
"Oh…."colour flushed Hermione's skin and a small hopeful smile pulled at her lips "Really?"
"Yes," said Draco. He was very happy to know that his mother's approval was a positive thing in Hermione's eyes. After everything that had happened he was worried that Hermione might have held Narcissa in the same regard as the other more sinister people from the manor.
"I'm glad," said Hermione. "I know she loves you very much."
"You two apparently have that in common," said Draco a little teasingly and then because he really wanted to hear it he asked. "Will you say it again please?"
It was clear from the look on her face that Hermione knew exactly what he was asking for.
She smiled softly and swallowed.
"I love you," she said and scootched to the edge of the bed coming around to touch his face with one hand while holding the sheet to cover her with the other. "I love you," she repeated and kissed him.
Draco wrapped his arms around her savoring the softness of her skin.
He loved hearing those words coming from her lips. The sound of those simple syllables rolled over his skin like a healing balm making everything in the world right for a moment.
Those three words meant everything to him because SHE was his everything.
He kissed her harder. She responded happily meeting his passion and Draco found himself taking over the kiss he stood and lifted her back onto the bed.
"What about the food?" asked Hermione.
"Later," said Draco.
Later.
There was so much promise in that one word.
Hermione felt the butterflies begin to storm inside her stomach as Draco kissed her again. Even though he had just paid attention to her chest before the nap she found herself craving more contact there.
She wanted his hands on her, his mouth.
His mouth made her feel such wonderful things.
She felt the heat start to grow again at her core as memories of his lips on her breasts had her flushing with arousal.
"This sheet is in the way," said Draco tugging at it gently. He bent his head down and nipped at her lips. "Do you mind if I move it?"
"No…"
"No?"
"No I don't mind," she said and he smiled at her and moved the sheet away. He went to work on her again, his lips and hands moving over her. Only this time he wasn't quite as slow as before. There was a little more urgency in his touch and she felt a flicker of worry rear its head as his hands went to the front button of her jeans.
She closed her eyes and told her brain to shut up and tried to focus just on the feel.
Draco pulled the zipper down and then paused.
"What?" she asked looking at him and wondering why he had stopped.
"Are you good?" he asked.
"I'm fine."
"You look like you're braced for impact headed on a collision course," said Draco pulling back. She could hear the concern in his voice.
"I'm not, I swear I'm good. I want this, I'm just nervous." She was more than just a little nervous she felt like her whole body was a rubber bad pulled painfully tight about to snap back.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Draco sincerely.
"Kiss me again, I forget how scary the world is when you kiss me."
Draco obliged and kissed her. He settled down beside her and pulled her onto her side with him and then he kept kissing her, his hand stroking up and down her back in a soothing motion as he did. It didn't take long before Hermione felt herself relax.
After a few moments the hand at her back started to make her skin shiver.
What had felt soothing had turned into something arousing.
She wanted that hand elsewhere.
Hermione arched into Draco and found herself shifting a leg over his hip to press closer. As soon as she did she felt the long hard evidence of his arousal pressed up to her core.
She shuddered.
It felt so good.
The layers she was wearing suddenly felt like too much.
Draco moved his hand from around her back and brought it to her chest squeezing her breast he began to toy with her nipple. He rolled it between his fingers gently and then began to brush the pad of his thumb over her nipple in a relentless rhythm.
"Fuck," she managed and turned her head away from his mouth as she felt the arousal spike in her.
"My little Hermione Granger, swearing," said Draco. His voice was throaty and extremely sexy and when Hermione met his gaze his pupils were dark and round drawing her in.
"I want you," she said, half mindless with it.
"I want you too," said Draco and he kissed her. He shifted their positions slightly and his hand moved from her breast down to her jeans slipping down over the open front and underneath her panties. His fingers found the slick flesh that ached for his touch.
"Fuck Hermione you're so wet," he said and she felt his mouth land on her throat.
He ran a finger along her cleft, his movements somewhat hampered by the clothes. He kissed her neck and she felt him slide back up as if navigating her body and then his fingers landed on the tight bundle of nerves and she let out a cry.
"There we are," he said gently into her ear and he began stroking across her aching flesh.
"Draco," she called out his name.
His fingers continued to stroke and play until she was half wild with it and then he pulled back.
"No," she moaned in protest at the lack of contact.
"Just give me a sec," he said and began working her jeans off her hips. Hermione felt another flare of nerves.
She had never been naked with a guy before.
Draco seemed to sense the return of her nerves and when he was finished pulling her jeans and underwear off he pulled her back close so that they were facing each other. He kept his eyes averted as if knowing that she was afraid of being seen in that moment. He kissed her and she knew it was because she had told him that his kisses made her forget the madness of the world.
He listened to her.
He heard her and she knew he was doing everything he could to be everything she needed.
It's so much pressure…trying to make things perfect…she found herself thinking.
She didn't want to make him worry.
She didn't want him to be worried about her while they were together like this.
She felt her anxiety building again.
"I love you," he said between kisses. "I love you. Let me love you."
The words soothed Hermione.
She nodded and Draco's fingers drifted back down her body.
He slipped between the slick folds of her sex and ran a finger along her entrance before returning to her clit. Hermione closed her eyes trying to focus on only the sensation. As he rubbed her there he kissed her and she felt that duel attention start to make her brain go foggy. She felt herself relax and as soon as she did the pleasure began to build again and a new type of tension began to rise at her center.
He stroked her a few times across the length of her slit, his fingers sliding against the silky flesh there until her legs began to part of their own accord and then he shifted so that his thumb was on her clit while he slowly inserted his index finger into her.
She moaned at the invading digit.
"You're so tight," he said on a half groan himself. "Fuck I'd have hurt you if you hadn't told me."
"Told you?" Hermione asked on a half moan.
"That this is your first," he said still stroking her.
Thoughts were hard to hold onto under the steady slide of his finger within her working in time with that thumb that was sending tingles all through her.
"It always hurts the first time," said Hermione saying the first coherent thought that came into her head.
"Yeah, well it hurts less if you're body is prepared for it…and Hermione, I'm not exactly small," said Draco. Hermione felt her inner muscles clench around Draco's finger as his words and Draco answered with a groan kissing her.
"Fuck you feel good," he said. "I want to be inside you so bad."
"I want that too," said Hermione and she knew it was true. She was aching for him.
Draco kissed her as he slowly inserted another finger. Hermione felt the stretch. She moaned.
She felt full, it felt good.
He stroked her clit again and scissored his fingers inside her.
The orgasm took her unexpectedly. It was a sharp and bright and white like light. It almost hurt to clamp around him so suddenly and violently. Her body locked curling forward she shook with the force of it.
She cried out and bit his shoulder as she shook.
He stroked and pushed his fingers in her pushing deeper. She felt her muscles convulse anew as the spasms which had started to die down leapt up again making her cry out as the orgasm continued longer than she had dealt with before on her own.
He kept touching her and stroking until it all became too much.
She needed a break.
She needed to breathe.
She was seeing stars.
She hadn't been prepared for the climax.
Draco's hands weren't stopping though and she felt like her skin was going to crawl off her body. She gripped his shoulders her fingers digging in.
"Too much," she finally managed. "Too much."
Draco stilled.
"Okay," he said and slowly extracted his fingers from her center.
The muscles contracted at the loss and she twitched.
"It's okay, I've got you," he said.
"I'm okay. I'm okay. I swear I'm not going to cry on you this time. It's just…It feels like a system overload," she managed and was suddenly worried that he wouldn't understand.
"It's okay" he said and kissed her gently shifting their positions. "That can be a good thing sometimes, losing control when you get past system overload" said Draco kissing her nose. "But let's take it slow this time."
He held her for a long moment and Hermione was thankful that he wasn't trying to touch or sooth her since her skin felt too alive and too sensitive. A few moments later that sensation began to dull and she finally felt herself relax into a post-orgasm calm.
Draco shifted and sat up somewhat stiffly and Hermione realized that he hadn't had any relief yet while she had finished twice.
"What about you?" she asked.
"What about me?" asked Draco, he cleaned off his hand and brought the food over to the bed holding up a bit of bread with jam before her mouth.
Hermione accepted her and ate. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.
"I mean…it's been kind of one sided."
"No it hasn't" said Draco. "I've gotten to touch you. I'm happy."
"But you haven't had…a…"
"Orgasm?" Draco finished for her raising an eyebrow. "Despite popular belief It's not all about that you know," said Draco taking a bite of his own food. "And besides I'm probably going to make an utter fool of myself and finish like a rocket when I finally get to be inside you because your body drives me mad and you're so fucking tight its gunna…" Draco took a sharp inhale and closed his eyes. "I want to make sure it's good for you long before I get inside."
"Oh…" said Hermione.
"Yeah," said Draco giving her a smile. "Besides I also want to make sure your first time is not the horror story I've heard so many girls complain about."
"If it's with you could never be a horror story," said Hermione touching his face. "Because I love you."
"I love you too," he said turning his face so that his lips met the palm of her hand. "I am actually glad I know a little bit about what I am doing though because…even if you love someone the first time can be awkward as hell."
"Personal experience?" Hermione asked. She was suddenly gripped by curiosity. Even though they had fallen in love and knew each other on a core level there was still so much that she didn't know about Draco's past and his life. She had seen flashes of it when she had been inside his head, but it wasn't the same as him opening up and sharing those little pieces and stories with her because he wanted to.
"You're the only woman I have ever loved," Draco said matter-of-factly. "So no… but also…yes." He took a breath and drank some orange juice handing Hermione a glass. She took it drinking it down quickly while waiting for Draco to elaborate.
"My first time was awkward," said Draco and she saw a hint of colour creep into his cheeks. "I know I fumbled around like an ass. Pretty much every guy does the first time, or so I'm told," he gave her a self-depreciating smile and then his posture shifted. "However the girl I was with was a few years older than me ahead of us at school and she didn't seem to mind. She showed me the ropes so to speak and we were on again off again friends with benefits till she graduated."
"Did you like her?" Hermione found herself asking.
"I liked her well enough," said Draco. "She was on the Quidditch team with me, I guess you could say we were friends...but I'm beginning to re-examine just what being a friend means. I gave her something she wanted and she gave me something I wanted" said Draco with a shrug.
"Oh," Hermione started running through her head all of the girls who had played on the Slytherin team who were older than them.
"Stop it," said Draco clearly seeing where her train of thought had gone. "Don't go trying to figure it out," he pressed his index finger to the little line that had formed between her two eyebrows. "That's the past. You are my present and my future."
"Alright," said Hermione trying to dismiss the thoughts.
"I shouldn't have told you," said Draco looking away.
"I'm glad you did," said Hermione more seriously. "I want to know about you Draco."
"I'm not good at letting people in," he admitted taking a drink of the juice he had brought up.
"Could have fooled me," said Hermione.
"Yeah, well you're the exception," said Draco and he wiped his hands.
Hermione got the sudden impression that he was nervous.
It was a little odd seeing Draco nervous. It wasn't something that he let show very often.
"Draco…I'm not going to love you any less just because I find out something new about your past." She could tell by his expression that she had hit the nail on the head for what his worries were.
He looked away from her.
"I don't have a great past Hermione, what you saw in my head…" she watched as he swallowed convulsively. "Let's just say that wasn't an isolated incident with my father… and it wasn't the worst."
"Draco," she reached for him.
"I don't want you pity," he said waving away her hand and standing. "I was horrible to you at school and to others. Do you think that you were the only one I called names and picked on?" he asked. "There were others."
"I don't care," Hermione protested, wrapping the sheet tightly around her she stood to face him.
"Well they do…and…maybe you should," he said and she could sense the dark clouds rolling through him.
"Draco," she grabbed hold of his arm. "Look at me," she ordered. He listened though she could tell by the twitch in his jaw that he did not want to. "Whatever you have done you have more than atoned for your actions with me…and once this is over," she stroked the hair off of his forehead and looked into his eyes. "You can make it up to the others you have hurt."
He looked down at her and she watched as the storm in his eyes subsided and gave way to a gentleness she only saw when he was looking at her.
"How did I ever manage to get you to fall in love with someone like me?" he asked moving the hair away from her face the same way she had moved his only second before.
"By being intelligent, and cunning…" she said and then kissed his hand. "And also being sweet and caring and letting me see you for the incredible man you are."
"The man you made me," said Draco and he pulled her close. "I would be the same stubborn, spoiled, prejudiced, git if you hadn't fallen into my life."
Draco's words hovered in the air and Hermione mulled them over.
Was it worth it? Everything she had gone through in order to have Draco here like this?
Yes, her mind answered.
He is worth it.
She could only imagine what her life would be like if she had simply escaped with her friends. Would they have the two Horcruxes? Would Voldemort have destroyed them all already or would have they come out on top somehow?
It doesn't matter, she told herself. What matters is that you are both here and that you have this incredible man as yours.
You have a love that stood through death…that kind of love doesn't come around every day.
I would do it all again to have him, she found herself thinking and she found herself needing to kiss him. Needing to touch him. Her desire for him then came from a far deeper part of her than instinct or lust.
Everything that she was called out from inside her for the man standing within the circle of her embrace.
There you go. Narcissa has taken a big step forward accepting her son's choice. Draco has taken a big step forward deciding to accept Hermione's love and Hermione has taken a big step forward in vocalizing her love for Draco. And Draco and Hermione have taken a giant step forward in getting truly physical and connecting in that very special way with one another. I hope you enjoyed those scenes and this chapter as a whole, if you did please let me know-your reviews are so very much appreciated. Cheers