A/N: Thanks to BiscuitsForPotter and DisenchantedGlow as always.

Lovely readers, I think y'all might enjoy this one. ;)

Granger was kissing him.

She was kissing him, and his heart was bursting.

Reacting automatically, Draco's arms circled her waist. He pulled Granger into him and clung to her as if his life depended on it. Her fingers were in his hair, gripping him and pulling his head down to meet hers. Kissing her back in earnest, Draco's heart was beating so rapidly that he thought he might die of elation.

In a flash, it was over, and she stumbled back. Her eyes were wide in shock, one hand flying to her lips as a pink flush spread over her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I—"

Draco just shook his head and stepped into her. He'd be damned if he let her pull away from him now. He'd tasted her, and like a starving man, he needed more.

His hands shot out, drawing her back to him by the nape of her neck. Lips met lips and she sighed against his mouth, warm and sweet. As he opened his mouth, her tongue darted past his teeth, tickling the tip of his tongue. He deepened the kiss, desperate for more.

Her hands were at his waist, gently gripping his robes and pulling him closer until his hips collided with hers. The sensation shot straight to his groin and he groaned. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest as she arched into him, tilting her head back so that he could devour her.

He broke away, dragging his lips across her jaw and kissing her neck. She let out a breathy sigh and dug her fingers into his back. "Draco…" The sound of his name on her lips only encouraged him.

Half-crazed by lust, he opened his mouth, sinking his teeth into her neck just above her shoulder. Not quite hard enough to break the skin, but enough to elicit a gasp from her lips. He pulled back slightly, running his tongue along his bite mark and kissing his way back up the smooth column of skin. As he reached a spot just under her ear, he was rewarded by a soft whimper as she pushed her hips forward and rolled them against his burgeoning erection.

"Fuck, Granger."

She turned her head, capturing his lips again and moving her arms around his neck. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her up and she circled her legs around him. He could feel his erection pressing against her center, and judging by the little gasp that escaped her, Granger could too.

He walked her over to the bed and set her down on the edge of it. Her hands flew to the buttons of his shirt and he pulled back, blinking in surprised as he remembered what had just happened to her.

"Wait," he rasped out.

She paused, wide eyes full of lust as she looked up at him. It was all he could do to stop her hands. He took a deep breath.

"You've been through a lot today. Surely we shouldn't…"

Granger smirked, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I feel fine."

"I'm sure a Healer would tell you that this is reckless."

"I am a Healer."

Draco chuckled. "A different Healer then. This is too much strenuous activity after what happened to you."

Granger's fingernail traced an absentminded pattern along his chest where she'd opened the buttons. She bit her lip and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Well, then I guess you'll just have to be gentle with me."

Fuck.

Where had this seductress come from?

Fuck.

He was done for.

"Gentle?" he teased with a smirk. "You've forgotten who you're talking to."

Granger's eyes went nearly black as she pulled him in by the front of his robes. Their mouths collided again, and he wrapped one arm around her waist and dragged her further up onto the bed until he could lie over her properly.

Her fingers were quick against the buttons of his shirt, continuing where she had left off, and he pulled back as she pushed it over his shoulders. Sitting up enough to shed the starched cotton properly, he looked down at her.

Draco had seen this before—her hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Though he'd only actually seen her like this once after their pillow fight, he'd imagined her like this countless times in his dreams. And reality was so much better than anything his mind could conjure.

What he had never seen—never dared to imagine—was the lustful fire in her eyes as they roved over his chest.

Leaning down, his hands delved under the hem of her shirt. He dragged it up slowly, amused by the way her muscles contracted slightly at his touch. He pulled the shirt over her breasts, eyebrows lifting in surprise at the lacy blue bra underneath.

Granger grinned at him, lifting up slightly to remove her top the rest of the way. Draco dropped his head, peppering kisses along her creamy stomach and up her ribcage. He filled a palm with one of her breasts, kneading it through her bra. She arched her back slightly, pressing forward into his touch.

His mouth found her other breast, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the lace as she let out a little moan. He pulled the cups of her bra down, and his eyes took her in. Round and perky, with perfectly pink nipples, pebbled in anticipation. He brushed his thumb over one of them and she keened.

He was rock hard against her hip. A ragged breath escaped him as he stared at her. His heart was pounding in his chest at his excitement of finally being able to touch her like this. After so many weeks of trying to deny himself of her affections. Leaning back down, his lips closed around one nipple and flicked his tongue against it.

Merlin, she was beautiful. He could have spent an hour just worshipping her perfect breasts. But with the way her hips were gyrating against him, he guessed that she had other plans in mind.

He reached around her back, enjoying the way she automatically arched to accommodate his hands. Her breasts pressed forward toward his face, and he kissed the soft valley between them as he deftly undid the hooks of her bra. Pulling it away, he let his hands press over her chest and neck, running his thumbs along her clavicles as he let his lips travel her exposed flesh.

One of her knees bent, allowing him to slot his hips between hers, his erection straining against the fabric that separated them. Their cores were hot and needy against each other. He snapped his hips forward and she rolled against him.

They were still wearing far too much clothing. Draco's hands travelled down, brushing over Granger's stomach on their way to the waistband of her jeans. Desperate for her mouth again, he kissed his way back up her neck to catch her lips.

Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders as they kissed slowly. He was in no hurry. He'd waited months for this… for her. All he wanted now was to savor every inch.

His heart ached with the joy of touching her, kissing her, feeling her beneath him. So full was his heart, and so open were his emotions, that he had to keep kissing her out of fear of what he might say if his mouth was left unoccupied.

But Merlin… she was… everything.

His fingers freed the button of her jeans and he dragged the zipper down. He could feel the warmth radiating from her core as he maneuvered his hand into her trousers, brushing against her knickers and feeling the soaked lace.

"Merlin, Granger," he chuckled. "I haven't even touched you yet."

She grinned at him. "Nor have I touched you," she teased, one hand dipping down to grip him through his trousers. "And yet…"

"Minx."

He pushed her jeans over her hips and stood to pull them off her legs. His own trousers soon joined hers on the floor. He crawled up her body slowly, kissing up her thighs, tickling and teasing her with his fingers as he went. When he began to drag her knickers down her legs, her breath hitched and her head lifted off the bed to watch him.

Her delicate patch of brown curls was before him, quite close to his face. He could smell her arousal. Discarding her knickers, he nudged her thighs to encourage her to open her legs for him.

A red flush rose to her cheeks and she dropped her head back onto the bed with a groan as she spread herself before him.

He took in her glistening folds and reached forward, brushing his fingers against them. She was already practically dripping for him. As he brushed against her swollen clit, her hips bucked and she let out a little squeak. He smirked and surged forward, slowly laving his tongue against her slit.

A ragged gasp escaped her and one of her hands delved into his hair. He licked her again, this time swirling his tongue around her bud as his fingers teased her entrance. Her hips circled as if out of her control, and her mouth must have fallen open, for all of her moans and gasps had grown louder. Her inhibitions were falling.

But he wanted her undone.

He pushed two fingers into her and twisted them, curling them and pulling them back against the top wall of her as he closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard.

She nearly bolted upright. Her legs bent up around his head and her hand gripped his hair hard. "Mmm… yes!" she gasped.

He quickened his pace, flicking his tongue over her as his fingers fucked her. Writhing with his touch, he could tell she was getting close. Moans flew from her lips. "Fuck… yes… don't stop… gonna… gonna… yes…"

"Oh!"

And then her back arched off the bed and she stilled against his touch for a few blissful seconds. Then she quivered and writhed, her hips snapping and swirling as a contented sigh fell from her mouth.

He didn't stop until she had stilled, relaxing against the bed with a satisfied groan. He kissed her clit once more and she flinched with a little laugh. Sitting up, he took in the sight of her. She was limp, her arms and legs splayed open, exposing every inch of herself to him. Her eyes were open, but her gaze was far away, her lips parted with just the hint of a smile. Beautiful. Perfect. So very alive.

He kissed his way back up her body, taking a moment to worship each breast on his way back to her mouth. She kissed him freely, seemingly unbothered by the taste of herself on his tongue.

"Satisfied?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

She grinned. "Almost."

And then her hands were pushing his boxers over his hips and down his legs. Before he could properly kick them off his feet, her hand had wrapped around his hard length. "Fuck, Granger," he hissed as she pumped him experimentally a few times.

"Yes, that's the general idea."

He pulled her hand away from him and pinned both her wrists to the bed over her head with a growl. "As the lady commands," he smirked.

Slowly, savoring every second, he sank into her warm sheath. Granger groaned and her back arched toward him. He slid in all the way to the hilt, stilling when he could go no further and letting himself enjoy the feeling of just being inside of her for the very first time.

"Perfect," he groaned, releasing her wrists and burying his face against her neck.

Her lips caught his earlobe, and she nibbled lightly as her hips rolled against him, encouraging him even deeper.

Her fingers danced across his shoulders and the back of his neck, and Draco wondered when the last time was that he'd been so blissfully happy. He kissed her again as he drew back and drove into her for the second time. She moaned into his mouth, her hips rising to meet him as they began a steady rhythm together.

Kissing Granger was perhaps the most blissful experience of Draco's life. Perhaps even more blissful than fucking her… Almost.

Her hands explored him with a sort of awed reverence as their hips snapped against each other. The pads of her fingers blazed hot paths over his chest.

He circled an arm under her hips and hoisted her up, rocking himself back on his haunches to drive into her with new force.

She sat up, bracing herself with one hand against the bed as she gyrated against him. As she arched her spine and threw her head back, he was granted a tantalizing view of her breasts. He pulled her against him, mouth finding her breast and tongue swirling around her nipple as he thrust into her dripping heat.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as their coupling grew more frantic. "Draco, I—I—" Her hips were snapping more erratically, her breath coming out in ragged puffs.

He could feel a tightening deep within him, but he knew he could last. He could get her off again.

Pushing her back down onto the bed, he drew one of her legs up, the new angle granting him mind-blowing depth. He bottomed out within her, seeing stars. "Fuck." Gritting his teeth to hold back, he reached between them to swirl the pad of his thumb against her clit as he fucked her.

She bucked her hips, and he knew she was close. "Come for me, Granger," he breathed against her lips. "Need you—"

With a cracked cry, Granger came with incredible force, her walls clamping down on him like a vice. Draco cursed and followed her over the edge, his mouth spewing fragmented sentiments as he emptied himself inside of her.

Thoroughly spent, they lay together, chests colliding with each laboured breath. He kissed her slowly, unwilling to draw himself out of her just yet. Her muscles were still fluttering slowly around him and he twitched within her.

Finally, when he was far too sensitive to remain, he pulled out of her with a shiver and collapsed next to her with a sigh. With a wave of her hand, Granger summoned her wand and cast two spells over herself. One to clean up the mess that was dripping from her, and another that he recognized as a contraceptive charm. She then placed her wand on his beside table and turned on her side to face him.

He reached forward, brushing an errant curl from her eyes as he drank in the sight of her. She looked so… happy. Happier than he ever recalled seeing her. To think that he had something to do with that happiness made his heart soar.

Inching closer, he drew her into his arms and kissed her for perhaps the hundredth time, relishing the feeling of lying next to her, not as companions escaping the loneliness of a sleepless night, but as lovers.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She smiled against his lips.

"Me too," he laughed, letting his hands dance along her neck. "Ages."

She sighed and nestled closer to him, wrapping her arm around him and resting her head on his shoulder.

He could feel the warmth radiating from her naked body as she draped one leg over his. How natural it felt to be with her in this way. And to think he'd nearly killed her ten months ago.

Feeling his chest constrict, he squeezed her a bit tighter. He could feel her heart beating against his side, a reminder that she was alive. Despite her many brushes with death, she was alive, and he vowed to do everything in his power to keep her that way.

He couldn't stop himself from just staring at her, letting his eyes dance over her face as she looked at him in return. Her lips twitched up in a smile as his thumb caressed her cheek gently.

"What?" she breathed when he had stared at her for too long.

"Nothing," he replied with a grin. "I just feel…" He trailed off, not sure exactly how he felt.

"Yes?" she pressed.

"I feel…Never mind. It's stupid."

"No, tell me. Please." Her eyes were bright, and he once again knew that his secrets were safe with her. She was perhaps the least judgemental person he had ever met, and he knew that whatever he said, it would never scare her off.

But still, this was too much, for he'd been about to say home. He felt home. She felt like home. So instead of saying something so nauseatingly truthful, he drew her face to him and kissed her deeply. Hopefully it would be enough to satisfy her curiosity. When he pulled back, she beamed at him as if she knew exactly how he felt.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Me too."

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