"Oh fuck Draco," Hermione hissed as she fell on top of him. Draco chuckled into her hair and ran circles over her back with his fingers.
"You okay?" Draco panted.
"Of course I am."
"Good." Draco lifted Hermione off him and pulled her to the bathroom, magically filling the deep jacuzzi type bath as he did so. Hermione's eyes widened. They'd been having sex for the past two months but so far he hadn't ever suggested the bath.
"You sure about this?" Hermione asked as he stepped into the water.
"When am I never sure?" Draco asked cockily. Hermione frowned but stepped into the warm water anyways. She could just reach the floor at the deeper end of the bath so she trod water until Draco pulled her close to where he was sat on a step and sat her on his lap. She could feel his hard member brush her and she saw him smirk at her intake of breath as he rocked her hips against him. He then pulled her down onto him and she gasped as he did so. No matter how many times they'd had sex, he always filled her completely and this time was no different, except it was, because instead of the hard fast strokes that had her screaming in minutes, he thrust into her with a gentle rocking motion that hit her spot and made her bite her lip as she knotted her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. Draco's fingers tightened on her hips but instead of their usual battle for dominance, Draco's tongue moved against her own without being rough and this kiss made her melt even further into hie arms as he held her tight.
Draco pulled away and watched Hermione's face for any sign that she was bored, but her closed eyes and open mouth made him glad he'd slowed the pace down.
"How's that love?" Draco half groaned, half whispered. Hermione's eyes snapped open and met his and he realised what he'd said and froze. The ball was in her court now. He'd said it but he couldn't take it back while balls deep inside her. It had stopped being simple sex to him now, he'd fallen hard for his kinky witch. He also knew that Weasley could never have unlocked the vixen he held in his arms.
Hermione swallowed hard.
"Love?" Draco nodded, but although his expression was neutral, he was still frozen beneath her. "Are you sure, because I can't do this if you're not," Hermione whispered avoiding his eyes as she looked over his shoulder. Draco turned her face towards her with a frown on his face.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.
"This is not just sex Draco...It-it hasn't been for a while...I don't just want sex anymore," Hermione breathed.
"That's good then," Draco smiled before he pulled her further onto him making a little gasp escape Hermione's mouth.
"Why?" Hermione whimpered as Draco placed little kisses along her neck.
"Because I don't want just sex either, and this hasn't been about sex for a while," Draco murmured as Hermione rocked her hips onto him.
"So we're on the same page?" Hermione asked.
"Yup," Draco replied.
"Then can we be Draco and Hermione in public, not Malfoy and Granger?" Hermione asked as Draco wrapped his arms around her back and quickened his pace. A groan made it's way out of her throat and her head fell onto Draco's strong shoulder.
"It's going to be hard," Draco grunted. He was getting rougher, but that couldn't be helped, pleasure was taking over and Hermione's moans in his ear only made him rougher.
"It's worth it," Hermione whispered in between breaths as Draco's thrusts into her began to drive her towards her third orgasm of the night.
Hermione gasped in shock as Draco suddenly moved, turning her around and laying her on the tiled floor as he stood in the bath. He grabbed one of her legs and pulled it onto his shoulder before holding her hips and thrusting hard into her. She watched Draco's face through half closed eyes as he screwed her. His eyes had closed and his mouth had opened as he moaned quietly. Hermione pulled his hands to her breasts and his eyes opened, before he leant forwards and sucked one of her nipples into his gorgeous mouth while he continued to rock into her.
Hermione's head fell back as pleasure swept over her.
"Oh Dray..." Hermione sighed.
"Mi?" Draco questioned, slowing down and letting go of her breasts.
"No. Faster...harder Draco," Hermione gasped as she grabbed hold of his arms. She saw him smirk then he grabbed her waist and began to thrust into her as hard as he dared. Hermione moaned loudly over the slapping noise of flesh against flesh and the soft splashing of water. Then she felt her stomach tightening and her back arched off the wet tiles.
"Draco...I'm...fuck...oh shit... Draco!" Hermione cried out, her loud scream echoed off the walls as he felt her clamp down on him. The sudden tightness and Hermione's cry forced Draco over the edge and he came deep inside his witch as the noise of her orgasm echoed around him.
As he came down from his orgasm he watched Hermione, she was gorgeous and she was his, and as he let Hermione's leg down gently and pulled her into the water, holding her small body to his, he felt his heart swell.
"Hermione...I...I love you," Draco whispered into her wet curls. He felt Hermione smile against his shoulder followed by a kiss on his jaw.
"I love you too Draco," Hermione murmured.
They were quiet for a few minutes until Draco pulled out of Hermione causing her to blush.
"What?" Draco asked.
"I feel disgusting," Hermione whispered, very well aware that the bath wasn't the best place to be filled with her boyfriend's cum.
"Why?"
"Cause we're still in the bath," Hermione replied. Draco chuckled and pulled her close.
"That logic makes no sense, so i'm going to assume you're tired. Come on, bed time," Draco smirked.
Hermione climbed out the bath followed by Draco who smacked her hard on the arse.
"Ow," she yelled.
"What? Wasn't me," Draco smirked as he cast a quick scourgify over himself and Hermione, before he threw her a big white towel and headed into her bedroom.
"Why my bed?"
"Because mine is a little wet right now," Draco grinned suggestively, making Hermione blush, but she followed him to her bed.
"You'll find I don't have expensive taste like you do. I was happy with my old bedding."
"You could have had anything... And you chose cotton?" Draco sneered. Hermione knew he was playing with her and she sighed. "You have posts though...that could be interesting," Draco mused. Hermione climbed into her bed ignoring him till he slid in next to her.
"You're gorgeous you know," Draco murmured into her neck.
"No i'm not," Hermione groaned.
"Well you are...gorgeous and sexy," Draco continued. Hermione rolled her eyes and snuggled back against him. "I rest my case," Draco snickered as her bare bum brushed his semi erect member.
"Go to sleep Draco," Hermione groaned.
"Okay, okay...I'm just happy," Draco murmured.
"About what?"
"Being able to show my affections for you in public."
"Oh," Hermione whispered.
"Don't worry about it, I'll be right here," Draco said, placing a kiss on Hermione's shoulder as he pulled her closer. "Goodnight Mi."
"Night Draco," Hermione answered, her eyes closed eventually as Draco's fingers created a pattern on her bare body, lulling her to sleep.
-Time Gap-
"Oi lazy bones!" Ginny yelled as she banged into Hermione's room the next morning. Hermione and Draco jumped out of their sleep then glared at the red head who just smirked. "Good night?" She asked as she leant in the doorway.
"Mi, please remove your friend from the room," Draco groaned as he turned over.
"Get your lazy asses up, its almost time for breakfast!" Ginny said loudly.
"Oh," Hermione murmured quietly then her eyes opened wide. "Shit! Can you leave so we can get out of bed."
"Of course," Ginny smirked as she left the room. "Five minutes perverts!" She then giggled from the common room. Draco groaned and left the bed.
"Why is your friend so damn annoying?"
"She was born that way," Hermione answered.
Ten minutes later Hermione pulled Draco to the side just outside the Great Hall allowing Ginny to go on ahead. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly.
"Are you ready?" Draco asked.
"Promise you wont leave me to face that all on my own?" Hermione murmured.
"I promise, we're in this together remember." Hermione smiled at his words and then nooded.
"I'm ready." Draco took her hand and walked into the hall. He could feel a few eyes on him but by the time they had sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table with Potter and Ginny whispers had broken out. Hermione's shoulders were stiff and he rubbed his hand against her lower back trying to relax her.
"You guys finally decided to get serious then?" Harry questioned while glaring at Draco.
"Harry don't," Hermione pleaded quietly.
"Yup," Draco answered at the same time.
"Are you sure about this Hermione? This won't be a walk in the park," Harry said quietly. Hermione glared at him.
"Of course I'm sure...and I'm not stupid," Hermione glared.
"Oh lighten up, all of you... Hermione's been getting great sex and now she has the security of knowing it wasnt just about the sex," Ginny smirked as she bit into an apple. Harry's face flushed as did Hermione's but he turned back to face Draco.
"It's not that simple Ginny. They'll face alot of stick for this. You'd better look after her," Harry glared.
"No shit Potter, I figured everyone would accept it like their favourite food and love us for our excellent display of unity. And don't even think for a second that I won't try to protect her," Draco almost snarled. "It's gonna be hassle but she's worth it."
"She has a name, and she doesn't need protecting, I've faced a few backlashes while sticking by Harry for nearly a decade," Hermione scowled as she took a toast rack from the table. "Coming Draco?" Hermione asked with a soft smile.
"Sure," Draco smiled back and he wrapped his arm around Hermione as they left the great hall ignoring the curious gazes from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, ignoring the accusing glares from Gryffindor and taking no notice of the disgusted sneers from Slytherin.
Helllooooo... so after much deliberation I finally decided to update this fic to be the way I now prefer it. So from this point on. I've kept some of the story line the same, but I've omitted all the pregnancy stuff I wrote cause when I look back on it... I feel like my writing was juvenile.