Chapter 19

Hermione was in the library again this morning, but she wasn't really reading anymore she was mostly just staring out the window. Narcissa had had a brunch with some charity this morning which she profusely apologized for and threatened to cancel should Hermione need her, but Hermione had insisted she go.

After another moment Hermione forced herself up from her nest in the window, she decided she had had enough theory and would trial a basic warding spell. Truly, the magic Draco had employed to create the ring she wore was even more impressive now that she had a firmer grip on the basics.

So absorbed was she in her wand movements that she missed Draco leaning against the bookshelf just quietly watching her surround herself in a warding spell. Hermione was turning to complete her circle when she finally noticed him, and the surprise ruined her concentration.

"Draco Malfoy look what you made me do," she said stomping up to him to thump him on the chest, "that was my fifth attempt and the closest I had gotten yet."

Draco just looked down at her rather lame attempt to pummel him before breaking into a smile that lit up his eyes.

"Glad to see you are in such good spirits and so ready to beat me up. Also glad to know you at least value my face enough now not to punch me in the nose again. Though it could be because your fist wouldn't really reach anymore as you have haven't gotten much taller since third year," Draco said with a smirk.

"Oh, sod off you prat, just because you are a giant doesn't mean I haven't grown," Hermione could hear the petulance in her own voice even now. This only made her more frustrated. "What gives you the right to just waltz in here and flirt with me, you had me worried sick," She said with another punch to his chest, but he stops her from hitting him again by wrapping an arm around her while the other threads into her hair gripping it firmly before tilting her head up to look at him.

"I told you if you keep punching me, I am going to fall in love with you and yet you insist on it again and again so really who is flirting more here?" Draco asks in mock seriousness.

She realized that she was only wearing one of his night shirts again her legs bare. Draco's eyes darkened like he also noticed she was only in his night shirt. She could feel the growing evidence of his desire against her stomach as he held her tightly to him. Draco's voice yanked her back to the present moment with his desperate plea.

"Hermione, I just need you right now, we can talk, and debate, and you can chastise me for the rest of our lives if needed but in this moment, I don't want to talk," Draco says his eyes blazing with desire and a vulnerability she had yet to see in him.

"The rest of our lives seems sufficient to me," Hermione says by way of answer.

Draco's shakes with a throaty chuckle, "Deal."

His lips meet hers then and the humor fade quickly into something hungrier, more desperate. His hand traveled from her back to her back side kneading her arse as his grip in her hair tightens exposing her neck to his lips. He lavishes kisses from her jaw to her collar bone back to her ear.

"I like you in my clothes, I hope you don't have a particular affinity for your own night clothes because this," He says as his hands move to the buttons of the night shirt, "is sexier than any lingerie money could buy."

"I don't know you do have a lot of money and we both like France, we could go back and test your theory," Hermione breathes.

Draco's hands stall on the buttons and his gray eyes snap to hers, lit from within with heat and desire.

"I am nothing if not an inquisitive mind with a strong affinity for disproving hypotheses," Draco says with a roguish grin, "and I do have a lot of money, and you have a body I want to worship in any state of dress."

"Draco Mafoy are you trying to make scientific theory sexy right now?" Hermione teases.

"It's working isn't," Draco said as he finished unbuttoning the shirt and runing his fingertips back up her body. His fingers graze the underside of her breasts for a moment before his mouth crashes down on hers again and he squeezes her breast. Then his lips are at her ear again.

"You are without competition the swottiest swot that ever swotted I am merely playing to my audience. In the same vein of thought; any naughty library fantasies I can live out with you today?" Draco says in a throaty rumble as he continues to lightly toy with her nipples and brush kisses over her jaw.

Hermione flushed all over, she had always had a naughty dream about snogging in the library. The guy would press he into the stacks and have his way with her. He never had a face, but she had the dream all the time at Hogwarts.

"I am going to say, given the lovely shade of pink your whole body just turned, that the answer is yes," he whispered to the hollow of her throat.

Hermione trembled and Draco just smiled as he backed her up to the nearest bookshelf. He kissed his way down her body leaving the shirt on just moving it to the side to lavish attention to each nipple. Sparkes danced down her body as he pulled the taut bud between teeth sucking and biting before moving to the other. The desire had her slick and wanton, he hadn't touched her below the waist even once and it was driving her mad.

"Frustrated love? You are so impatient," he said looking up at her from his knees whispering the words to her navel. Seeing him like this before her; she hadn't taken enough time to appreciate it the first time. Watching this powerful wizard who had been forced to kneel once but now choosing to kneel before her; it filled her with a rush of desire. Draco noticed the heat in her eyes and resumed his path down. He brushed kisses over her hips, and along the top of her knickers. He still refused to touch her where she needed him. Until finally, his fingers looped through the waistband of her knickers and with excruciating slowness he pulled them down. Before he rose to his feet.

What?!

"Don't move a muscle Hermione," Draco ordered untucking his crisp white shirt, a thin line of those sculpted abs and strong lines of his hips dipping into his trousers flash for a moment before his fingers deftly flew over the buttons of his shirt. Draco shrugged out of his shirt then his full torse on display now for her to appreciate. Her fingers twitched with the desire to touch and worship just life he worshiped her.

"Not one muscle Hermione," Draco said with a raised brow as he sunk back to his knees before her and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder.

Hermione's breath caught then as he planted kisses on her inner thigh higher and higher before his breath ghosted over her pussy, "So wet for me love, such a good girl."

A moan escaped her lips with the praise. Draco smiled a with a wicked glint in his eye as he closed his mouth over her covering her clit and sucking. He alternated between licking and sucking not enough to send he over the edge just enough to drive her madder.

"Draco, I want you now, no more teasing, I need you," Hermione had grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her. His chin glistened and she had never seen a sexier sight.

"As you wish," Draco said with a smile before returning his mouth to her pussy. He kept her gaze on her he thrust his tongue into her, his thumb swirling over her clit. He built her pleasure now thrusting his tongue harder increasing the pressure on her clit with his thumb. She rose up on her one foot and drew his body closer with the leg wrapped over his shoulder. She rode his face until she could feel her body arching as he drove her to the edge. He kept up the paced with his thumb but pulled his mouth away.

"Come for me Hermione," Draco commanded, and she was free falling as praise fell from his lips.

She was still in the aftershocks when she heard the buckle of his belt hit the floor and the zipper of his trousers.

"Eyes on me," Draco said as he let her leg down and stood before her.

He let his trousers hit the floor and just stood in his shorts. His desire straining at the seams. Her eyes locked on his he dropped his shorts. She let her eyes roam over his naked form and appreciate every inch. She stepped away from the shelf then and moved to him. She reached out with tentative hands still trembling from the orgasm he had given her. She traced his scars on his chest following her fingers with her lips. She circled him them repeating this pattern over his entire torse. She felt him tremble with restraint when her fingers ghost over his ribs and stomach as she circled back to his front. Hermione shrugged out of his shirt then and he broke form reaching for her hoisting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"I told myself I would let you take your time, but I am not a good boy and I never do what I should, and fuck if I can wait one more minute to bury myself inside you," Draco said with a tremble to his voice as he pressed her back into to the bookshelf.

Hermione just shook her head with a small laugh, "I will teach you to follow directions even if it takes our whole lives."

"Our whole lives seems sufficient," he said as he lined up with her entrance and pressed in, stealing the moan from her throat with a claiming kiss.

Hermione threaded her hands into his hair as he drove into her. He held her hips tightly to his in a way she was sure would leave marks. He didn't slam in and out rather just ground into her providing so much more friction everywhere she needed it. He was driving her higher and higher again already. She clawed at his back, and he cursed, "Fuck yes, leave your mark witch I want to see how I drove you mad."

Hermione groan as he continued his grinding torturous pace.

"Then I want you to fuck me so hard I am sore tomorrow," she whispered in his ear before latching onto his neck sucking hard enough to bruise. Draco groaned at that and pickup his pace. She could feel all the veins on his cock as he rocked in and out of her, he was close too.

"Hermione," Draco's voice was a groan, "come for me love."

Hermione closed her eyes and in a few more moments her pleasure wash over her. Draco's final thrusts heightening her pleasure as he came with her name on his lips.

He was still panting as he pressed tender kisses into her shoulder. He carried her with her legs wrapped around his waist. With one arm secure around her arse he summoned his wand to his other hand in an impressive bit of silent wandless magic and quickly cleaned them up. He set her down on the widow seat before summoning the shirt she had been wearing and his shorts. She slipped the shirt on buttoning a few of the buttons and he pulled his shorts before gathering her into his arms and settling into the nest she had made earlier in the day.

Her back to his chest he seemed tense suddenly, like he was trying to figure out what to say now that the passion had passed. She fought every urge to jump in and speak, understanding in this moment he needed this silence to gather his thoughts. Finally, after what felt like an eternity he spoke.

"I am sorry I couldn't come home, I just needed to keep you locked up in my mind. I nearly lost it when I was in Thomas's mind seeing the vile thoughts and plans. Knowing the danger, you had been in while I had no idea. I had to lock myself down, so I didn't fry him on the spot. It was a very near thing for a bit there. Then after I needed to make sure I could stay objective so I could search whoever's minds Potter found who might have information we needed. If I had seen you, I couldn't have kept that door closed. I was losing my grip on my Occlumency as it was, which is why I took," he paused for a moment and Hermione wondered about his thought in this moment as he warred with what to tell her, "Draught of the Living Dead. I lied to Potter, but I can't lie to you. I used to have a problem, I have been clean for years, I just knew Dreamless Sleep wasn't going to cut it in the state my mind was in. I found what we needed though today, and I told Potter I was done, I am not going to capture the Carrow's. Potter told me I could walk away from this if I needed to, and I do. I am finishing whatever paper pushing shite I have to, but I am done," Draco said his forehead pressed into her shoulder.

Hermione twisted in his grip and was kneeling between his thighs. She raised his face to look at her. "I understand Draco, you never have to justify yourself to me, never have to explain. We both have demons, some less exorcised than others. I will never pretend to understand what your life was like; just like you can't understand mine. The thing is, we don't need to know exactly, we just have to leave space for the other one. We will figure this out together. I love you," Hermione said gently.

Draco's face betrayed nothing as she spoke, but it broke with I love you. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into her palm taking a shaky breath. Hermione drew him to her chest to hold him. He wrapped his arms around the backs of her legs as she pressed kisses to the top of his head. They stayed in that position for untold minutes; her just gently massaging the nape of his neck as he trembled with silent emotion.

Finally, Draco pulled away.

"I will never deserve this, but I am far to selfish to let you go now," Draco whispered, "but know, I will love you with all that I am for all my life."