Chapter 26

The kitchen, still

Granger let out a long expected breath and collapsed against his chest, her hair gently brushing his chin. He took his hand off her clit and held her close, eyes shut.

He felt like he'd been struck by lighting. And also like he'd just had incredible sex with a gorgeous witch with the most delectable, incredible ass he'd ever touched, and he would very much like to go to sleep.

" Oh," She sat back suddenly, her hands leaving his neck, " We're still in the kitchen."

" I asked if you wanted to move to the bed," He responded with a smile, " Twice."

" You did?" She looked up at him with bewildered brown eyes as she tried to smooth her hair in vain.

He laughed, " I believe your exact words were, 'what's wrong with here,' or it might have been 'I don't want to wait.'"

She blushed scarlet right up to her hairline, shyly crossing her arms over her chest, " Well if I don't remember it, I'm sure it didn't happen."

He played his hands along the flair of her hips, " And yet it lives on in my memory, clear as day. As will many other things, including your beautiful tits."

She pouted, about to retort, so he kissed her heart to stop her mouth, nudging her lips apart so he could taste her again. If he had a million years, he couldn't describe the taste, and quite frankly he'd rather spend a million years kissing her.

She broke the kiss, resting her forehead on his shoulder, " Oh no, I forgot a disease protection charm."

" I'm clean, Granger, I promise."

" You were tested recently?" She asked, eyes full of anxiety.

" Two years ago," He replied.

" But what about since then, what about-"

He cut her off, " I haven't had sex with anyone since my trial. Well, except for you."

" Oh," The worry faded, and was replaced with a rising guilt, " I'm sorry."

" I just got to fuck you on your kitchen counter, no need to apologize, Granger," Draco waved her off, " I assume you were tested recently."

" A few months ago, with no one since then," She bit her lip.

" Well then we're fine," He responded lightly, pulling away and feeling cold for the loss of her body heat. He stood with his hands on his hips.

She glanced at him and blushed, " Will you put something on?"

" What? I was just making sure you got a good look," He grinned.

She rolled her eyes, " Why would I want a good look after?"

He held a hand over his heart, " Fine, I'll put something on but only because you have wounded me so deeply I can no longer be vulnerable in front of you." He grabbed his shirt and shrugged it on with a wicked grin.

She smirked, her hands crossed over her chest. Merlin, she had a perfect body, all curves and no angles. But now he knew for certain that it was also about more than that. Granger was more than he'd imagined in bed. In his fantasies she was active of course, but in real life she was fucking brilliant. But if he'd had doubts before he knew now that she wanted him.

" I wish I had a camera with me," He grinned, " So I could see you smirking naked on a kitchen counter anytime I wanted."

She hopped off the counter and began to put her pants on, " I would not let you take a picture of me anyway, Malfoy."

He pulled her back into his arms so he could look down at her gorgeous breasts one more time, " I'll have to just remember really well."

She looked like she had something to say, but instead she worried her lip with her teeth.

" What's wrong? Not regretting anything, are you?" He rested his hands on her shoulders.

" Oh, no," Her eyes swept up to his, " Not at all, I was just thinking about all I have to do tomorrow."

He smiled, bending down to grab his underwear and pants, " Typical Granger."

She frowned and looked around in a circle, " Where did my bra go?"

" I vanished it," He explained.

" You vanished my bra?" She whipped to face him, her hair going everywhere.

He pulled on his trousers, " Was it an important bra?"

" It was new, and very expensive," Granger said crossly.

" Was it? I didn't see," He quipped.

She made a tiny huffing noise, " The effect is utterly wasted on you."

" Oh, the effect," He intoned, " Was not lost. I merely ignored the behind-the-scenes work."

She blushed, " You really do like breasts, don't you?"

" When they're as significant as yours, I do," He replied.

" Well," She said shyly, " Thank you."

" So," He stole a tiny kiss, " I hope you don't mind if I go?"

" No, no, that's fine," She answered with worried eyes, " You don't have to stay."

He put on his shoes and tried to button his shirt at the same time. Honestly, he wasn't sure how to go about doing this, what was correct or incorrect. The last relationship he'd had was during the war, and the last purely sexual relationship he'd had was approximately never.

For all the confidence he mustered, he wasn't quite sure how to go about this. Sleeping over seemed inappropriate, and yet he had stalled all he could.

He pressed a lingering kiss, " I'll be seeing you."