A/N: *scampers into the room under cover of darkness*

*sneaks the chapter into your teacup*

*bounds away cackling to hide more chapters about the place and surprise you*

xx-Kitten.

Give Unto Me

By Kittenshift17

Chapter 15: Galloping Gargoyles

Draco blinked his eyes open when someone started banging on the door, shouting about housekeeping and check out times, and he muzzily stared around the room, trying to figure out where he was and why he ached all over. His eyes landed on Hermione Granger where she was sprawled across his chest, stark naked, her curls in a wild tangle and a little smile curling her lips even as she slept on.

Oh, yeah.

He was sore all over because he'd spent most of the morning shagging her silly.

The housekeeper banged on the door again.

"Just a minute!" he shouted, hoping they would hear him before they burst into the room and caught him in the act of snuggling Hermione Granger.

Granger jerked awake with a gasp at the sound of his shout, her head lifting and her eyes popping open though she squinted against the brightness of the midmorning sun streaming in through one of the windows.

"Huh?" she uttered inarticulately, that brilliant brain not yet fired up for the day.

"Housekeeping is wanting the room," Draco informed her, smiling into her face when he eyes settled upon him. Watching the realisation of where she was and who she was with alight her brown eyes pleased him more than it should.

"What?" Hermione asked again.

"We slept through checkout time," he said. "Up and at it, Granger."

"Oh," she mumbled.

"Off, witch," Draco urged whilst patting her bare bum gently, amused when she made to lay her head back on his chest like she might return to sleep. "Before the cleaning woman bursts in here to take pictures of us both in the nude."

That got her going.

"Urgh," she complained, rolling off him and sitting up, presenting the bare skin of her back to him.

"We could stay another day," he suggested, when she scrubbed her hands over her face and ran them through her short curls, trying to wake up.

"We could," she allowed.

"I'll call the front desk, shall I?" he offered, smirking at the idea of ravishing her all over again.

She sighed.

"No," she managed. "Come on. There's more to see on this whirlwind adventure."

She flung back the covers and rose to her feet, striding for the bathroom.

"The cleaners won't give you time for a shower, Granger," he warned her when they pounded on the door again, obviously intent on cleaning the room and getting it ready for the next guests who would make use of it.

He only heard grumbling from the bathroom before she reappeared with a toothbrush in her mouth and began digging in her suitcase for underwear. He could tell she was mostly still asleep when she didn't immediately move to put them on and Draco took a moment to admire the view, drinking in her petite frame and her nubile lines, thinking about ravishing her all over again.

"I'm going to call the front desk," he suggested again, still eyeing her. "There's no reason we need to be back in Britain when your little window opens up, especially since we haven't needed the liquor on hand to get started on that baby."

Hermione turned to him, still naked, with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth and her eyebrows raised.

"Don't you want to go back and confirm your parents are doing alright?" she put to him.

Draco frowned. He hadn't thought of that.

"I think they can handle a week or two without me," he said eventually when the housekeeper banged on the door again. "Father's still catatonic, and during my last visit the healers told me it might be better if I gave my mother some time to recover under their care without hovering because seeing me each day was setting off her paranoia that something was going to take me away from her."

Hermione blinked at him, looking unsure.

"Unless there's any other reason you wanted to squeeze as much as possible into the next few days, and still be back in Britain sooner rather than later, we don't have to rush the rest of this trip, you know?" he pointed out.

"Yesterday did leave us exhausted and I feel like I missed half of the things we saw because we were rushing, and you won't let me stop and read the history about things."

"Shall I call down then?" he offered. "Stay another night. We can get some more sleep and see some of the local sights later?"

"You don't mind?" Hermione frowned at him. "You want to spend longer on holiday with just me for company? I thought you'd be in a rush to get back home so you can spend time with your friends before the school terms resumes…"

Draco's mouth twitched as he picked up the phone and called down to the front desk, requesting that their stay be extended for an additional night.

"I don't mind, Granger," he told her, rising to his feet and snagging one of the hotel robes from the closet to deal with the housekeeper at the door.

The witch looked grumpy when he finally opened the door for her, scowling at him for taking so long.

"We're staying another night," he told her in German without bothering to apologise for their sluggish response.

The witch blinked before narrowing her eyes and nodding, walking away to contact the front desk and confirm that was correct. Draco closed the door behind her and turned back to the naked witch inside the room who'd returned to brushing her teeth and looking comically ravished, her curls all in a mess from having him run his fingers through them during the night.

"If you plan to stay naked, I plan to ravish you again," he warned Hermione quietly.

Hermione looked down at herself before her cheeks flushed pink, making him realise she was too tired to have noticed she wasn't at least wearing underwear.

"We're really staying longer?" she asked.

Draco nodded, shrugging the robe back off to reveal that he was naked underneath it too. If someone had told him just a few weeks ago that in short order he would be naked in a hotel in Germany with Hermione Granger and planning to get her pregnant, he'd have had them committed to the Spell Damage ward at St. Mungo's before they could say Quidditch. But there he stood, eyeing the witch hungrily and planning all the things he was going to do to her in the coming days and weeks to uphold their end of the bargain with the ministry and sire a child with her.

He'd lost track during the night of just how many times he'd already had her, but he wanted to do it again. In the short time they'd spent shagging, any inhibitions remaining between them seemed to have melted away and while he was certain the emotional side of a partnership with the witch would be a lot more difficult to balance and learn to live with, it turned out the sex was easy. Beyond easy. His body thrummed with the idea of ravishing her again, and he could tell from the way her nipples hardened that she felt the same way.

"Go brush your teeth," she said quietly, turning away to return to the bathroom to complete the tasking of brushing her own. "Morning breath is a literal deal-breaker for me."

Draco laughed, following her into the bathroom.

"Duly noted," he said as he squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush and proceeded to brush his teeth at the basin beside her.

He learned quite quickly while observing her that she took dental hygiene to a level he hadn't been aware anyone actually bothered with. When she was finished with the toothbrush, she took up some dental floss, staunchly flossing between all of her teeth, before she unearthed a gigantic bottle of mouthwash from her toiletry bag and swooshed the liquid around her mouth repeatedly. Feeling guilty for his own comparatively lazy habits, he took both the floss and the mouthwash from her and followed her lead, shaking his head idly.

When she was done, she turned to the shower and Draco watched her in the mirror when she stepped under the spray and proceeded to meticulously soap herself, washing her hair and exfoliating her skin.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked when he was finished with the mouthwash and had put the cap back on it.

She looked over, squinting through one eye while trying to avoid getting shampoo in it.

"Oh, now you want to join me in the shower," she teased.

"You have no idea," Draco smirked, moving over and joining her under the spray, grateful he'd paid for the deluxe suite that had multiple showerheads to better enjoy the experience.

He scrubbed himself quickly while she washed the shampoo from her hair, smirking and stealing a kiss from her lips when she tipped her head back to rinse the shampoo.

"You're not making this easy," she complained when he proceeded to pepper her neck with kisses while she tried to rinse away the suds.

"I wasn't trying to make it easy," he murmured, nibbling the spot on her neck directly below her ear where he'd found she was incredibly sensitive.

"Let me condition my hair so it doesn't go completely mad," she laughed, though her hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his back, holding him against her firmly.

He laughed, but he let her get on with it, quickly washing his own hair and cleaning off, ready for the day.

"You're awfully comfortable in this shower with me, Malfoy," she pointed out eventually when she had combed the conditioner through her hair and let it soak in for several minutes before finally beginning to wash it out.

"After the things I did to you in bed last night, did you think I wouldn't be?" he murmured, pulling her in against his chest and enjoying the slipperiness of her skin against his own.

"And there we were, thinking we'd need to be rip-roaring drunk to conceive this child," she muttered.

"Fools," he muttered.

"If anyone could see us, they'd have a conniption," she reminded him, carding her hands through her hair to wash away the last of the conditioner.

"Good thing it's a private room then, isn't it?"

She laughed.

"You know what I mean," she teased, smacking his shoulder lightly. "Why the change of heart?"

Draco trailed a line of kisses along the length of her jaw, thinking about the answer. He didn't know what to tell her. He'd never imagined that he would kiss her and shag her for the first time on the same day, and he'd never envisioned that once he had, he would want to repeat the experience until the muscles in his thighs and his arse protested holding his weight any longer. He'd certainly never imagined that she would be just as insatiable.

"Don't know," he admitted. "Feels good?"

She hummed in agreement, her arms sliding around his neck and her hips rolling against his arousal, making him want to pin her to the wall and take her again.

"And…" he muttered, kissing his way towards her lips. "Tastes good."

He claimed her lips hungrily then, and she tasted minty fresh and delicious, and he leaned into the kiss, snogging her hungrily, his tongue licking at the seam of her lips until she parted them before they began to dance. Draco groaned into her mouth when she slid her hands into his hair, fistfuls of it knotting around her fingers as she clung to him, kissing him like she'd never tasted anything better; like he was the very oxygen she needed to live. Merlin's little green apples, the witch could kiss.

Draco kissed her back ravenously, craving more, driving her to passion that he wondered if any other wizard had had the pleasure of witnessing. Rolling his hips, he thrust himself against the junction of her thighs, his hands smoothing down her back and to the backs of her thighs before boosting her up and pressing her into the wall. He needed to be inside her again. Gods, he needed to touch her. He needed to sink into all that glorious heat he'd found between her legs last night and stay there until he died.

He'd never craved a witch the way he craved this one. His relationship with Pansy throughout their younger years at school and into the war had taught him what it was to ravage a girl, and he'd had her often and enthusiastically, but it hadn't been like this. With Granger, it felt like an addiction. When he slid himself inside her, it felt like he belonged there; like he'd been born to shag her, and her, him. Like a perfect lock and key combination, made to fit and destined to be the undoing of the other.

"Merlin," Hermione muttered, her head dropping back against the wall of the shower as he impaled her slowly, pressing her into the cold tiles and sinking deep.

"So warm," Draco muttered because somehow, despite the heat of the shower, she was still warmer.

"Mmmm," she groaned, rolling her hips in a slow circle and clinging to him hungrily, her lips finding his once more and claiming them for another dizzying kiss.

Draco's body protested the movement of holding her up and thrusting deep over and over again, drawing back just to plunge once more, but he wasn't going to stop. He couldn't stop. He wanted to keep going until his heart gave out – or his knees, whatever came first – and then he wanted to go again. Was it supposed to be this intense? Was she supposed to feel so good wrapped around him? Had someone slipped them both something to make them crave each other this way and make it feel like there was nothing better in the whole entire world than the joining of their bodies and their mouths, clutching at one another in a desperate urge to possess each other and never be free?

Was he going crazy?

Did he care?

If he got to keep shagging the little witch, Draco was thinking he didn't care one single iota, and that he would keep at it until he died.

"Don't stop," Granger moaned, writhing against him, clinging to him so tightly he wondered if he would bruise. He hadn't known the tiny witch had such strength, but here she was, proving him wrong and begging for more.

"Won't," he grunted. "Won't stop. Can't."

Her laughter was breathless and delighted and Draco closed his eyes, driving into her over and over again, the delicious sensation of her body clutching at his so greedily almost bringing him to his knees. Galloping gargoyles, the witch felt like everything he'd ever wanted, and he never wanted to stop fucking her.

"Harder, Malfoy," she moaned. "Faster."

Draco groaned in return, helpless but to comply with her demands and merciful Merlin, it was going to destroy him. Her body coiled tighter and tighter under the onslaught, her hips rocking, her arms clinging, her heels digging into his lower back for better leverage and Draco could hardly stand it. When she arched into him even tighter and uttered a small, high-pitched shriek before her body clamped like a vice and began to spasm and shudder in his arms, Draco thought he might die.

"So… fucking… tight," he groaned, desperately thrusting through her release and fighting his own, not ready to be done with her just yet.

His body failed him when she scraped her nails through his hair and down the back of his neck, kissing him languidly as her climax began to ebb, and Draco groaned into her mouth, losing his rhythm as he was overcome, his own release emptying within her so powerfully that he knees buckled and he crumpled backward until he was sitting on the floor of the shower with Hermione Granger straddling his lap, laughing breathlessly.

She panted, laying her cheek against the top of his shoulder while Draco clung to her, seeing stars and aching in ways he hadn't even known he could. Merlin's maypole, he was doomed. The witch was his kryptonite, and he was helpless against her. His heart pounded heavily inside his chest, beating out an angry dance of betrayal and delight and doom and Draco feared the wretched thing would explode.

"And to think…" Granger panted, sounding wickedly amused. "You could have… done that… last night… too. And passed up… the chance."

Despite himself, Draco laughed hoarsely in return.

"Won't… be making… that… mistake… again," he panted in return, drawing more laughter from the witch and making him think that whatever this wretched breeding program wrought, at least he'd found a witch he liked shagging into oblivion.

It probably wouldn't last. The fad of the new and exciting would wear off and if they kept at it with their current pace, they'd be bored of one another in a month or two, but maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Draco couldn't fathom the idea of going through life feeling this crazed to have a witch over and over and over again until he could barely move. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea of trying to raise a child with this witch if he wanted her so desperately at all hours of the bloody night.

Merlin, it'd been less than twelve hours since he'd bedded her, and already she felt like the only thing that would ever satisfy him for the rest of his natural life. That couldn't be healthy. It had to be some kind of spell. A potion. Something to make them crave one another so insatiably just to get this mandated sprog underway to being conceived. Had the ministry given them something he didn't know about? He couldn't recall accepting anything to eat or drink during the contract discussions.

Maybe it was the sushi? Was that an aphrodisiac?

Draco decided he didn't care. For the time being, he wanted to shag her until she walked bowlegged, and he would for as long of the craving persisted, and that would be fine.

"Think we can make it to the bed?" Granger asked, leaning against him bonelessly.

"I don't think I can even reach the taps to shut off the water in here," Draco confessed into the side of her neck, his arms wrapped around her loosely.

She laughed once more.

"No reason we can't stay here awhile," she managed, surprising him with a kiss pressed to the top of his shoulder before she settled her cheek back against his skin.

He couldn't see her face, but he'd be willing to bet she'd closed her eyes and was thinking about sleep. If she was anything like him, she would be, anyway.

"You want to sight-see today?" he asked mildly, thinking about getting off the floor but not sure his legs would hold him, at present.

She grizzled and Draco laughed.

"You're right," he agreed, smoothing his hands up and down the length of her back. "Let's stay in bed all day and shag until we can't move."

Once more, Hermione Granger laughed, but she didn't offer a single protest.