Draco arrived at the Astronomy Tower early, excited for his late-night encounter with Hermione. For over a year he had felt dead inside but every time the curly haired Gryffindor was nearby, he felt warm as though a fire had ignited within his soul. For some reason that he wasn't sure of the beautiful girl was willing to take a chance on him, they'd both been broken by the war, but he hoped that together they'd mend one another.

"Draco," her sweet voice whispered from behind him, he'd been stood for a while silently looking out onto the darkening grounds.

"You came," he breathed out relieved, part of him had thought she'd back out he wouldn't blame her. Turning around he smiled scanning the girl's appearance appreciatively.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, Hermione blushed, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Dressed in a simple floral sundress, with blue ballet flats and her gorgeous curls loose around her shoulders she was the picture of perfect.

"Thank you, you look nice too," she whispered shyly a timid smile on her face as she scanned the tower. Draco had set out a small picnic blanket with candles and a small basket of food that Hector had packed for him. He knew they weren't dating but he wanted her to know that she meant more to him than someone he'd just fuck, they were friends and when she was ready, he hoped the girl would be his girlfriend.

"This looks amazing Draco," she told him taking a seat on the checked blanket.

"You deserve it, he whispered sitting down next to her.

"You cast warming charms over the tower," she stated unnecessarily.

"There's no reason we have to be cold," he told her leaning in to steel a kiss, the girl moaning in appreciation her fingers threading through his hair. Though he'd love to deepen the kiss, Draco pulled away, taking her hand in his and kissing it sweetly before opening the basket of food.

"I can't believe you brought a picnic," she told him as he pulled out platters of sandwiches and sweet treats.

"You haven't eaten in the hall I was worried you'd stopped eating," he told her honestly as he passed her a plate before pouring her a glass of wine.

"I've been sneaking into the kitchen for food," she admitted.

"I thought the elves didn't like you after you tried to free them all," he asked bemused.

"They don't but they won't let a student starve even me," she laughed, Draco smiled watching as her eyes crinkled happily.

"I like seeing you happy," he told her quietly.

"Been with you makes me happy," she whispered squeezing his hand with her much smaller one, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip once more as she stared up at him with wide earnest eyes.

"Fuck the food," he growled wrapping her curls around his left hand as he pulled her onto his lap with his right.

"Draco," she moaned between kisses, her hands pawing at the blue shirt he wore, its buttons flying in all directions. Draco raised the hand not in her hair to her breast Hermione moaning louder as his thumb brushed over her pebbled nipple. Hermione kissed him fervently her hands exploring his torso.

"How do you have so many muscles," she him kissing his abs.

"Quidditch," he told moaning as she flicked her tongue around his nipple.

"I think I'm growing to like Quidditch she told as she ground herself against him, Draco nimbly unfastened the three flower shaped buttons on her sundress and leaned forward kneading one breast as he took her other into his mouth.

"Draco," she moaned throwing her head backwards as her body began to shake, never had he been with a woman as responsive as she was.

"Merlin you are beautiful Granger," he told her leaning down to kiss her once more, holding the girl to chest as he came in his own pants.

"I really enjoy doing that," she whispered to him her sweaty hair resting on his damp chest.

"Me too," he told her.

"I'm not ready to go all the way yet," she told him.

"I know your not," he told her.

"I will be soon," she told him leaning forward to kiss him again.

"Whenever you are ready, I'll be too," he told her.

"Draco how many girls have you been with," she asked him a short time later as they laid together on the picnic blanket.

"Three," he answered honestly.

"I thought it would be much higher, the rumours," she trailed off.

"The Hogwarts rumour mill paints me as a sexaholic that will shag anything that moves," he told her.

"So only three," she asked quietly.

"Pansy and I slept together a few times when we dated fourth year, Daphne and I had sex once during my sixth year and I slept with a random witch when I was drunk after the war, I can't remember her name," he told her, and she nodded.

"What if I'm bad at it," she asked nervously.

"You won't be, and I will be there to help you, we will go slowly," he told her quietly.

"Thank you," she kissed his clavicle her hand resting against his heart.

"Your worth it Granger," he whispered as he closed his eyes, the half-naked witch held tight against his chest.