So, I know i wrote the first 5 chapters in a COMPLETE hypomanic state, and usually I drift off after such state, but I'm determined to see this through!
It will be 9 chapters total PLUS an epilogue! I have the chapters plotted out with key things I wish to hit, that way there is SOME organizational structure to it!
Also, if you have no clue who Etta James is because you're new to my works, I use her songs A LOT because I LOVE HER! OMG I LOVE HER! Go listen to her! She's amazing!
So stay tuned for more! I've got the night off and plan on working on this until bedtime!
Dinner went well, and once Draco paid the bill, he led Hermione out of Cibo and back to the street, where they took a stroll down the street to a closed dance studio.
Hermione looked at Draco with questions in her eyes.
Draco chuckled and knocked on the door, which was opened by none other than Alisha.
"Hey Draconian! Everything is set! Just lock up behind ya!" She chirped. "Hello Hermione, good to see you again. Your tattoo healing properly? Looks like it is!"
Hermione smiled at the girl, "It's healing beautifully. I would love to chat, but I'm curious to see what Draconian has planned for me."
"Well, step in and see while I see my way out!" Alisha replied, getting out of the way for them to enter the studio.
It was drop dead gorgeous. Decked out with twinkling lights on the ceiling, and tulle messed in. Rose petals lined the walls, and the room was solely lit by pillar candles of various sizes.
Draco took out his wand and gave it a small flick, causing slow orchestra music to start from an unknown source.
Hermione was in awe and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Draco," she whispered, "I don't know what to say."
"Then say yes to dancing with me." He said, holding out his hand.
"Yes, a million times yes!"
She placed her hand in his outstretched hand and Draco led her to the floor, where he pulled her close for a slow waltz, one hand in hers, the other resting on her waist.
They waltz for a few songs, then Hermione looked up, "Can it play anything?"
"Yes. Do you have a song request? I just have it on some slower Russian composers."
"Yes! I have a request. Please don't laugh, but I've always had this fantasy of dancing with a man I adore to Etta James' 'At Last.' It's silly, but please humor me." She said quickly, her cheeks redding.
"There is no humoring, it is my pleasure to fulfill this fantasy of yours." He said, flicking his wand.
Etta James was a woman who he had become familiar with over time. She was exquisite and thankfully Draco knew what song Hermione was talking about, after all it had been Etta's most popular.
He took out his wand and changed it to her slow ballad.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, and rested her head on his chest. His hands went to her waist and they slowly swayed to the sound of Etta crooning beautiful lyrics at them.
At last
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
Oh yeah yeah
At last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Oh yeah yeah
You smiled, you smiled
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine...
At Last
As Etta hit the final note, Hermione pulled her head away from Draco's chest and looked up at him. "Thank you."
He didn't respond with words. Passion took over as he looked down at this exquisite specimen of a witch, and he kissed her deeply.
Hermione responded in kind, and the music returned to an orchestra, which faded into the background as Draco slid his hands up and down her back, pulling as close as physically possible to his body.
He had meant to take her home and make love to her there, but it couldn't wait; this was the perfect setting.
He forced himself to separate his lips from hers and took out his wand, transfiguring a chair in the corner by the candles into a comfy looking mattress.
"I was going to take you home, but I don't want to wait a minute longer to worship you." He said.
Hermione's hands went to his tie, and she thought for a minute. Would sleeping with Draco in a semi-public place make her a tart? She decided it wouldn't and she looked up at him as she undid his tie and pulled it off from around his neck. Next thing to be undone was the buttons on his jacket.
Draco groaned as she shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, feeling himself stiffen inside his trousers.
Before Hermione could continue stripping him, he bent down and placed one hand under her knees and the other across her shoulders, and swooped her up in his arms bridal style and easily carried her to the bed, where he laid her down every so gently and climbed on top of her, resting his weight on his forearms.
Hermione's breathing hitched. This was also a fantasy, not in a dance studio persay, but surrounded by candles and rose petals, with a man she adores, possibly even loves.
She wasn't sure about the last part yet, but she suspected she'd be sure really soon.
Draco slid a hand up her dress, starting at her knee and going up to her thigh, where he teased her at the knicker line.
Hermione gasped, her eyes widening as a gush of wetness went to her nether region.
Draco gave his infamous sexy smirk and pecked her on the lips.
"Let me make love to you," he whispered, taking a chance on that big L word.
"Please, please do," Hermione replied without hesitation.
And so this time was different than all their other times.
Draco climbed off her, and guided her onto her back so he could unzip her dress. He pulled it off slowly as she wiggled out of it, still on her stomach, his lips tracing their way down her spine.
Each kiss along her spine caused a shudder of pleasure to shake Hermione's body.
He turned her back onto her back when she finally wiggled completely out of her dress.
Hermione pushed Draco onto his back and straddled his waist. She kissed his collarbone as her fingers made swift work of the buttons on his shirt.
She finished unbuttoning his shirt and traced her fingers up his abdomen. Draco groaned and placed his hands on her waist. He sat up slowly and wrapped his arms around her body, kissing her lips softly.
Hermione's knees were on the mattress and she pushed Draco's shirt off his shoulders, he released her body from his embrace long enough to take his shirt off completely.
Hermione traced her fingers from his naval up to his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck gracefully. Draco buried his face in her neck, nuzzling her collarbone.
He kissed her collarbone and made his way up her neck to her lips, where he captured them with his and gently laid her back down on the bed.
His hand slipped into her knickers and he found her soaking wet, which made his hard on even harder, which was somehow possible.
He pulled her knickers down her thighs and Hermione kicked them off.
Draco undid his trousers and pulled them off in a few kicks, along with his pants.
They were completely naked and Draco lined himself up at her entrance, gently and slowly entering her.
This, this was love making for sure. Hermione locked eyes with Draco and mewled with every thrust of his; Draco was attentive, placing gentle kisses on her forehead.
He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, such as:
"You're so beautiful." "YOu're a goddess among humans." "You are bliss."
Hermione blushed redder and redder with each proclamation.
Her back arched as she moaned in pleasure. This WAS bliss for her.
They reached their high together and snuggled in each other's arms.
Draco played with her fingers with his own, lost in thoughts about Hermione, and the future he now wanted.
Before, he just contented himself to being alone forever, never truly wanting to return to his old life because he didn't want to deal with it; but Hermione, Hermione made him crave new things. Like using his magic for good, tattooing left over battle scars from the war that were on members of the Order. He wanted a family now, a family with Hermione.
It was all so sudden, these thoughts and feelings. One thing was for sure, he didn't want to lose Hermione.
So he decided to lock it down.
"'Mione," He whispered in her ear, "How would you like to go steady? I mean, we already kinda are, I'm not seeing anyone else, and I doubt you aren't seeing anyone. Like, I'm not ready to go public to our world yet, but to the muggles, yes, I'd like to show you off."
Hermione tilted her head to look up at him and smiled, "I'd like nothing more."
She pecked him on the lips and snuggled closer to him.
Their bodies entwined, they drifted asleep for a few hours when they woke up and begrudgingly had to leave their love nest after breaking it down.
They went their separate ways after a seering passionate kiss.
Hermione, in a blissful state because something magical was happening to her.
And Draco on cloud 9 because this is what he now wanted, and by Merlin, he was going to keep it.
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