Author's Note:

The final chapter! I really hope you all like it.

This chapter is pretty much all smut with a smidge of cuteness at the end ;)

Chapter Three: Moving Forward

Draco was a bit of a mess. He rubbed his hands down his face. He was laying in bed, flat on his back, staring up at his bed's canopy. "I am such a fucking idiot." He hit his fists uselessly against the mattress. He couldn't help thinking about what happened. The feel of her lips against his... it was something he wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon, if ever. "Fuck!" He felt pathetic just laying there in bed. He needed to do something, so he trekked down the stairs to their common room. He fumbled in the cabinets of the small kitchenette trying to find where he put the blasted tea bags at. He finally found them in a drawer and went to put the kettle on. A chill ran down his spine when he heard the door to the dorm quietly open as he set the kettle down. He slowly turned to see the look on Hermione's face. A look that told him she'd been dreading this moment just as much as he had. But Draco was a smug son-of-a-bitch and he refused to act like an awkward teenager.

Hermione stood stock still as she came face to face with her dormmate. She had hoped not to see him again until their next patrol. She couldn't stop the flush that came to her cheeks as he stood in their shared kitchen looking all domestic and docile. Her heart stuttered in her chest as he turned to face her. She was Hermione Granger, one of the Golden Trio and hero of the Wizarding World, but here she was acting a fool at a pretty face. What is wrong with me?!

"Care for a cup?" Draco asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Sure," she found herself saying.

Draco used a nonverbal incantation, instantly boiling the water and plopping a couple tea bags in a tea pot. He could've easily done this all with magic, but since the war ended he appreciated the act of making tea the muggle way. He was also putting on a show, exaggerating his movements to gauge Hermione's reaction. He had made a decision. He wouldn't avoid her. And he accepted the attraction he felt, he wouldn't deny that either. He could sense her eyes on him as he prepared a tray of tea cups and saucers. He turned and walked over to the plush couches by the fireplace, setting the tray down on the coffee table. He gestured for her to sit as he poured the tea.

Hermione didn't know what had come over her, but she crossed the room, closing the distance between them and gingerly sitting on the sofa. It was like she was on autopilot, her body taking over while her mind struggled to catch up. Draco handed her a cup of tea which she took with semi-shaky hands. She watched him sit with his own cup, debonairly crossing his legs as he casually took a sip.

"Didn't peg you for a do-it-yourself kind of guy," she said, her lips moving of their own accord.

Draco just smiled. "I'll give it up to the muggles, tea preparation is quite a calming activity."

Hermione sipped her tea and watched the flames flickering in the fireplace.

"So are we just going to pretend nothing happened?" she asked out of the blue.

"Is that what you want?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. Because if she was being honest, she didn't know how to answer that question.

"Because that's not what I want."

Hermione met his eyes, looking for any form of deceit. Because Draco Malfoy telling her he didn't want to forget their kiss, thus implying he'd like to do it again, couldn't possibly be what was happening right then. She watched him set down his tea cup, then lean forward and take hers from her fingers. She froze, barely breathing as he moved closer. He placed his hand on the side of her neck just like he had in the library and she couldn't help but lean into his touch. He skimmed his thumb over her bottom lip and she let out a slow breath, closing her eyes. She heard his sharp intake of breath.

"I'm going to kiss you again," he said and she could feel the heat of his body as he moved forward.

The room stood still as Draco pressed his lips against Hermione's. It was just a simple press of the lips. Nothing compared to what happened in the library. Their lips slated against each other's, sending pleasant tingles down their spines. Draco pressed harder, trying to stir Hermione from her stupor.

"Come on, Granger. I know you can do better than that," he whispered, his breath dusting across her face.

Hermione surprised them both when she launched herself at him, straddling his lap and turning the kiss into something much more passionate. She had no idea what came over her, but she didn't care and refused to think on it further. All she knew was that she wanted this man. She fisted her hands into his hair as she put all her pent up frustration into kissing the blonde beneath her. She sucked at his bottom lip, enjoying the small groan it elicited.

Fuck, Draco thought as he slid his hands up her thighs and squeezed the flesh there. Hermione let out a breathy moan, involuntarily grinding down on his growing erection. "Fuck," he said aloud.

Draco shifted and stood from the couch, palming Hermione's ass in his hands as he made his way up the stairs to his bedroom, only breaking their kiss to toss her onto his bed. He stared down at her splayed out in the middle of the mattress. Her chest was rising and falling quickly. Her desire evident in the flush that had already started dusting her décolleté. She locked eyes with him, giving him a small smirk.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about having you laid out on my bed like this."

"How's the reality?" she asked cheekily.

"Fucking fantastic," he all but growled, crawling up between her legs and kissing her hard.

Hermione moaned at Draco's sudden attack. She wrapped her legs around his back. His erection pressed against her through his jeans. She grazed her hands against the small of his back, lifting his shirt over his head. She immediately went for his belt buckle, quickly undoing the clasp and jerking open his fly. Draco chuckled as Hermione practically kicked his pants off his waist. He returned the favor by shimmying down her leggings and tossing them over his shoulder. Before he could even reach for the hem of her sweatshirt, she had it over her head and discarded. She smiled at him as she sat up, maintaining eye contact as she unclasped her bra and deposited it to the floor.

Draco smiled deviously. "You won't be needing these anymore then," he said as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs as he left kisses in their wake. He slid off the bed as he finished removing her underwear. He stood with his jeans hanging loosely off his hips, his eyes tracing every exposed centimeter of the naked woman laying in his bed. This couldn't even compare to his dream version of Hermione from that morning. This was better. Seeing her bare before him. In real life. Her body was better than anything his mind ever conjured up. She was slim but soft in all the right places. Her breasts were a perfect teardrop. Her stomach only slightly pudgy in the most beautiful way. A thatch of light brown curls covered her mound. Her toned legs seemed to go on forever despite her short stature.

"Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to come back here and fuck me?"

"Well that was saucy," he said around a smirk.

Gone was the bookish, goody goody Hermione the world knew her as. This was the Hermione that not even her past lovers got to see. This was Draco's Hermione. A Hermione that felt that she could express her sexual desires without judgement. She was no longer nervous, her mind completely clear now. Her body was screaming for him. Her pussy was aching to be filled. And seeing Draco standing there staring at her nude body was making her incredibly wet. She couldn't take it anymore. She skimmed her hand down her torso, spreading her legs slightly as she ran a finger between her soaking slit. She began circling her clit, her eyes locked on Draco.

He remained still for a few seconds before dropping his pants to the floor followed by his boxer briefs, his cock springing free. Hermione's mouth watered at his length and girth, her lower belly clenching deliciously. She kept rubbing herself as she imagined how he'd feel inside her. Her eyes moved up as she watched him crawl toward her. She was breathing harshly, curious at what he was planning to do. From the look on his face, it was devious. And it excited her.

Draco kneeled between her legs, but didn't touch her. He sat back on his haunches for a moment, just watching her touch herself. After a few seconds, he grabbed her wrist almost roughly, but somehow still gentle. He looked so serious as he kept his eyes trained on hers. Then he took the fingers that were covered in her juices and put them into his mouth, licking them clean. The action was so vulgar, Hermione's pussy pulsed with need.

"Mmmm. Delectable," he said after he slowly slipped her fingers from his mouth. "I think I'll have another taste."

He moved quickly and deliberating, grabbing Hermione's thighs. He ran his fingers over her core, spreading her lower lips open for him. She was a pretty pink. And seeing her folds so slick made him groan as he dived forward.

"Ah!"

He licked up her slit, enjoying her taste. He lapped his tongue over her clit and heard her suck in a deep breath. He smiled against her before languidly swiping his tongue over the little bundle of nerves.

Hermione was losing her mind. The sensations Draco was providing was something she'd never felt before. He knew exactly what he was doing, reading her body like a book. She was moaning uncontrollably, mumbling in ecstasy. She could feel herself building, but she didn't want to cum yet.

"Draco, please..."

"Please what?"

Hermione mewled incoherently.

"You have to tell me, Granger. What do you need?"

"I need you inside me," she breathed out.

"Do you, now?" He licked faster, his tongue barely making contact with her clit, the featherlight touch driving her mad.

"Oh God! Please Draco. I don't want to cum yet."

"No?"

"I want to cum around your cock. Please," she begged.

Draco groaned. He didn't think she could've said anything sexier in that moment. He gave one final lick, using the flat of his tongue to run over her clit one last time. He raised his head and was pleased with what he saw. Hermione, her chest and face flushed, hair strewn out across the covers. Her eyes were hooded as she watched him move up the bed, spreading her legs further apart so he could nestle in between them. He grasped himself in his hand, lightly stroking his cock.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes."

Draco ran his tip between her wet folds, shuddering at the feel of her. Hermione threw her head back in anticipation. He stroked against her a few more times before oh so slowly pushing forward. Draco watched himself disappear, feeling her walls envelope him in the most pleasant of ways. She took him so easily, with no resistance. Her labored breathing and moans showing him she was in heaven just as much as he was. He was struggling to keep it together. But he was also determined to make this last. As he bottomed out inside her, he moved to hover above her, putting his weight on his forearms. She leaned up and captured his lips, kissing him with so much desire. Draco pulled back gently, a chill going up his spine as he felt her clench around him like she didn't want him to leave. But just as steadily as he pulled out, he thrusted back in. She feels so amazing, he thought.

"Faster Draco," Hermione pleaded, his pace making her crave more after a while.

As much as he was enjoying their slow lovemaking, he was only too happy to oblige her. He picked up the pace, his thrusts coming quicker. His movements were so smooth as he fucked her with abandon. Hermione was overwhelmed by the sensations. The feel of his heavy cock stretching her was driving her wild. She couldn't get enough of him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him to her as he continued to stroke her insides. Draco was beginning to feel his orgasm approaching, but hell if he came before she did. He moved his hand in between their bodies, his fingers lightly circling her clit. Hermione gasped, biting at Draco's shoulder as a familiar sensation took over.

"Oh God! Draco I'm cumming." Hermione felt her limbs go rigid as she climaxed.

Draco could feel her grip him tightly as she came, her words helping send him over the edge. He emptied himself inside her as he finished chasing his own release. They both collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

Their breathing was ragged as they came down from their high. Draco cleaned themselves up with a nonverbal spell as he pulled Hermione in his arms. She looked completely and utterly spent, her eyes drooping. He chuckled lightly at her lack of stamina, kissing the top of her hair as she fell asleep almost instantly.

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Draco opened his eyes to a naked Hermione cuddled against his side, her eyes focused on his left forearm. She ran a single finger over the tattoo there. Draco watched her face carefully as she caressed the marred skin he hated so much. In return, he took hold of her own arm, running his thumb along the scar there.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Me too," she whispered as she looked up at him. She could see a multitude of emotions playing out across his face. Anger. Resentment. Guilt. Sadness... She continued rubbing slow circles against his skin, laying her head back down and staring out the window at the misty morning.

"So what now?"

Draco didn't need her to elaborate any further for him to know that she wasn't asking about his plans for the day. "Well," he started off, "if you don't mind, I'd like to continue moving forward with... whatever this is."

"And this would be us?"

"Yes."

"Together?"

"That was implied."

"More than just Head Boy and Head Girl canoodling behind closed doors?"

"Is that your way of you saying you want to be my girlfriend, Granger?"

She turned to look at his face to see him smiling down at her. She smiled back. "Yeah. It is."

They shared a single kiss. Hermione snuggled up against his neck as Draco wrapped his arms around her slight frame. He held her to him, completely and utterly content as her bushy hair tickled his cheek.

A/N: I can't believe I've finally posted the last chapter. It feels so strange.

I really hope you guys enjoyed it!

I already have some more Dramione WIPs started and I'm excited.