CHAPTER 10~ Good Times at the Manor
A slow smirk crept onto Draco's lips. Many thoughts were running through his head-most were about what they could do without real adult supervision. There were many rooms in the Manor that not even Rufus knew about, and Draco had only seen them because they were where his father had taught him dark magic. "This could be good," he said. "This could be very good."
Hermione became a bit frightened at the gleam in his eyes, the look on his face, and the tone he was using. "Draco, are you alright?" she asked cautiously.
"Oh, yes. I'm perfectly fine. I was just thinking about all the fun we could have while my parents are away. There is really no adult here besides Rufus, and if I pay him enough, he'll leave us alone and just let us do whatever we want."
"Draco, I'm not sure that's such a good idea," Blaise stated. "What if your parents make a surprise visit? I don't think they'd be too happy with you or us."
"They won't make a surprise visit. They never do. When they leave me, they go for as long as they say they're going for and stay sometimes longer than they originally planned. Where is your sense of adventure and fun? This could just possibly be the best vacation any of us ever has!" He looked around at his three companions. Jeremy had the same gleam in his eye, but the two girls were still unsure of the situation.
"He's right," Jeremy stated. "Without parents around, we can do just about whatever we want. There is absolutely no one here to stop us. We should make the best of these three weeks and not worry about anything."
Blaise and Hermione shared a look and decided with their eyes that it might not be so bad. Although they had just really met, there was already a certain connection between the two girls. "Well, it can't be too bad," they said together.
At once Rufus walked into the room and said, "Master Draco, your mother has just departed and she has sent me to inform you that she will probably not be back until after you return to school."
"Thank you, Rufus."
"Is there anything I can get any of you?" he asked kindly looking at the four teens a little suspiciously as if he already knew they were planning something.
"Nothing at all-well." he trailed off as he stood and walked over to Lucius. "Do you think you could give us our privacy for the rest of vacation? You can take a break or something and you won't have to wait on us. That is what the house elves are for." Draco slipped a bag of fifty galleons into the man's hand.
"How much is this?"
"Fifty galleons."
"Your mother has out-done you, Master Draco."
Draco shoved his hand back into his pocket and pulled out another fifty- galleon bag. "Here's another fifty. Have I won yet?" Rufus shook his head a little and Draco handed him another bag.
"Well, that should do. I hope to see you again this summer. Happy Christmas."
"Happy Christmas, Rufus." Draco wasn't very happy that he had given his servant one hundred fifty galleons, but he knew that was the price for their privacy, so he was willing to pay it. He sat back down next to Hermione whilst receiving questioning glances from his companions. "We've got total control now," he stated.
"How'd you manage that?" Jeremy asked.
"Bribery is a wonderful thing when you've got money." He leaned back on the couch and stretched his back a little.
Jeremy had an evil grin on his face and whispered something to Blaise. "Uh, guys, we're heading out. See ya later!" He wrapped his arm around her and they hurried out of the room and down the hall.
Hermione looked around the room they were in. It was a large sitting area with ice white walls. The furniture contrasted the walls greatly- everything was either a dark forest green or black. She looked over to Draco, who seemed rather comfortable and relaxed.
"So what are you planning on doing over break?" she questioned him. "This place is huge, and there are only four of us around."
"I don't know yet. We can go out, hang out around here, I can show you all the secrets of this hellhole, we can walk around outside. What do you wanna do? There are many possibilities." He looked over at her and smiled at the look in her eyes. It looked as if she was a cross between shocked, frightened, and even a bit happy all at once.
"Well, I'd like to have a tour of the house and the grounds outside," she muttered sheepishly.
"Is that all you'd like?" He smirked at her and she slapped his arm. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Oh nothing, nothing. Maybe my mind was in the gutter."
"Well my mind lives in the gutter, so you've got nothing to worry about. Maybe you can come visit me sometime." He leaned closer to her, but she pulled back a little.
"Alright, enough! Let's just get this tour started. I can't wait to see the rest of this lovely place."
Draco scowled a little as she pulled him to his feet. "Can't we do it later and something a bit more fun now?"
"Can we wait till I'm ready to do what you probably consider fun and not push me into things?" she retorted with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I don't like the feeling of being pushed into things when I'm not ready."
Draco was pissed, more at himself than Hermione, but he was pissed nonetheless. He loved her, he had finally told her that, but he was also ready to a place neither of them had been before.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Fine. Don't worry about it," he answered as he walked out of the room.
"Yeah, sure, that means you're pissed about something and don't wanna talk about it 'cause you never talk to anyone about what you're feeling. Just answer me one thing, is it me that you're mad at?"
He turned and looked at her. Her head was down and she had a sad look on her face. Tilting her chin up to look in her eyes, he said, "No, it's not you. It's me. There's just so much I wanna do with you that I've never done with anyone else and I know that you don't want it, and I keep pushing you, and it's pissing me off that I can never just keep my mouth shut and leave things be."
"You don't do that, Draco. I know what you want, and I want you to know that I want to, I'm just scared-scared that you will leave me-scared that that's all you wanted me for."
"Yes, Hermione, that's all I wanted you for," he said sarcastically. "That's why I haven't dumped you yet and moved onto another target such as Pansy."
She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. "That's what I was afraid of," she said in the same tone he had just used. "You can't stand me and you want some dumb whore. Oh, how will I ever live again?" She brought the back of her hand up to her head and pretended to faint. Draco caught her and announced that he was gunna move and let her fall on the floor. She made no sign as if she was gunna pick herself up, so he let his arms sag a little. Yelping, she jumped up and saw Draco smirking.
"Ready for that tour that you so desperately want?"
"Of course I am!"
He took her hand and began showing her every room of his house. It took two hours to get through the entire house and that was with them walking quickly.
"Ugh, I don't think I'm up to going out on the grounds now," Hermione mumbled as she collapsed onto Draco's bed. "I didn't know there were so many rooms in here. How do you remember where everything is?"
"It's not so bad once you get used to it. It's kinda like Hogwarts-you just remember after a while." He sat next to her curled up form and ran his fingers through her soft hair.
Deciding to get more comfortable, Hermione climbed onto Draco's lap and rested her head on his chest and shut her eyes gently. The slow, steady beat of his heart again lulled her to sleep. She didn't know why she was so tired, but she was happy that Draco was with her.
Draco placed Hermione gently on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. She nuzzled into his chest and he smiled a little at the closeness of their bodies. Her short hair was falling around her eyes and her breathing was slow and steady. Draco's eyes started to droop as he watched her, and he too had fallen into a deep slumber.
~
Draco was awoken a few hours later by a blaring coming from the walls of his room. Hermione also jumped up at the sudden sound and looked confusedly at Draco. He shook his head and figured it had to be Jeremy and Blaise's idea.
They walked down the many flights of stairs together and were met by the sight of dozens of people all moshing and head banging. As they looked around the room, Draco noticed that most of the Slytherin House was there along with a few Ravenclaws, and there was nobody else that he knew.
Jeremy saw Draco and Hermione coming down the stairs and he walked over to them. "What the fuck are you doing?" Draco screamed over the music.
"What do you mean? This is great!" he answered.
"Sure, it might have been if you asked and I actually knew a few more of the people here. And what do you think you're doing by bringing in school friends? You know that Hermione and I didn't want anyone to know. I can't believe you would just go and do this! Well actually I can with the way you've been acting lately."
"Don't worry, they're way too drunk and high to know what the hell's going on anyway!" said Jeremy who looked hurt by Draco's statement.
"You're giving them beer and pot too? Do you know what my parents are gunna do if they find out about this?"
"Oh come on, last year you woulda been all for this. Hell, last summer you would have agreed! What the hell is happening to you?"
"Can we please not talk about this down here?" Draco begged as he looked out at everybody that was filling his house.
"Yeah, fine."
"And take that damn charm off the room we go into. I can hardly hear myself think!"
Draco led Hermione and Jeremy up the stairs to his private study and shut and locked the door. Jeremy then took the charm off the one room. "Now answer my question. Why are you acting like you can't stand this party?"
"Okay, I don't mind the fact that since my parents aren't home you decide to throw a party. The thing I have a problem with is that you didn't ask me first, you invited people from Hogwarts, you didn't lock off certain areas of the house for safety precautions, we don't know how many people out there are muggles and you've got music playing from no where, and you gave them beer and pot, which I wouldn't have a problem with if you had sense enough to keep them out of the rooms with all our nice shit."
Jeremy was surprised by his answer and studied Draco for a little bit. "Draco, every room in this house has 'nice shit.' What would you have liked me to do, move it all out? And I couldn't have asked you about the party because you were sleeping and I didn't think you would mind anyway."
"I don't mind the party and chaos and loud music. I mind that there are people from Hogwarts here. You know that I wanted to keep my relationship with Hermione a secret for our protection. Gods, I would love to be down there right now, but I can't be." He slammed his fist down on the desk and stared at Jeremy.
"I'll get rid of them all," Jeremy mumbled weakly while looking away. "I didn't think you'd get so upset." He turned and left the room.
Hermione was looking at Draco, who looked distraught at the moment. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"The damn bastard is right, you know? Last year I woulda been all for this even if he hadn't asked me."
"I guess this is all just a mistake then, huh? We could never be anything. We're too different and hafta hide from everyone and no one will accept us, plus you can't do the things you like."
"No, no, it's not like that at all. I just-I don't-ugh." He sat down in his seat and put his head in his hands. "It's not your fault," he muttered.
Hermione didn't answer, just looked at his slumped form. She was feeling like it was her fault that Draco couldn't do the things he wanted because he was worried about her. "I should go back to Hogwarts. You'd be happier," she whispered.
"No I wouldn't. Why does my life have to be such hell? Why can't we just be together and not have to worry about what the fuck the world thinks? It's not fair!" He looked at Hermione, whose head snapped up at the sound of his voice. She looked scared and sad at once. "You alright?"
"I don't know. I still feel like it's my fault you and Jeremy aren't really friends anymore, and I feel like it's my fault that you're not downstairs. I'm a failure, Draco. I don't know how you could fall for someone like me."
"You are not a failure! And none of this is your fault. Don't think like that." He stood and walked over to her. He caressed her cheek with one of his hands while the other went around her back.
Hermione leaned into his hand as snaked her hands around his torso and she rested her head on his shoulder. He removed his hand and kissed her cheek softly. "Don't ever let anyone tell you that anything is your fault," he whispered. "Chances are, it's not."
"What if it is my fault-like I break something?" She smirked a little.
"Oh shut up, you know what I mean."
"Well maybe I don't. Maybe I'm a stupid ditz and have no idea what the hell you're talking about."
"I wouldn't be dating you if you were."
"Is that so?"
"Mmhm. I can't stand girls like that, they piss me off. I can't hold a real conversation with them 'cause they say like, like every other word."
Hermione chuckled a little and she tilted her head up and met his lips with hers. Deciding to take control this time, Hermione ran her tongue over Draco's lips and forced them to open. Immediately, she began to explore his mouth and his tongue was soon battling hers for control.
Hermione pulled Draco's shirt over his head and ran her fingers over his chest. Her fingers traced his abs with the tips of her fingers and moved her hands farther down to undo the buckle on his belt. She pulled it off slowly, and then began to unbutton his pants and pull them off his slim hips.
She broke away from him when he grabbed her wrists. "I thought you were afraid of this. I thought you wanted to wait."
"I can't wait anymore. I'm ready for this, Draco. I want this. Please? I need you, Draco. Please?" she begged him.
He looked into her eyes and didn't see the fear that had been present earlier in the day. All he saw was love mixed with lust. As he nodded and released her wrists, she pulled his pants down the rest of the way and he kicked off his shoes and socks so he was left in his black boxers.
Draco undressed Hermione just as quickly and with a sweep of his hand cleared everything off his desk, and left it on a pile on the once clean floor. She let out a small yelp as her back touched the cold wood. Thinking quickly, Draco grabbed his wand off the floor and performed a quick heating spell on the table. Hermione smiled as Draco laid her back down against the now warm desk.
Draco leaned down and kissed her again. As the kiss became deeper he slid into her quickly, and she felt no pain at all-she didn't even know he was inside her until he began to move in and out of her. She gasped into his mouth and broke away because she was felt out of breath.
Draco moaned her name as she began to move her hips to his rhythm. It was surprising how they could move so well together as they hadn't had sex with each other or anyone for that matter before.
As they got faster, they began to scream each other's name and that inspired them to keep quickening the pace.
Draco looked down at Hermione's face and noticed a look of pure bliss. Her eyes were shut tightly and his name was dripping off her lips as she reached her peak and screamed louder. Draco could feel himself reaching his peak and screamed as he released his fluids into her. He collapsed onto her chest and listened to her rapid heartbeat.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around him, which was preventing him from moving anywhere if he wanted to-which he didn't.
"I love you, Hermione," he whispered.
"I love you too, Draco," she responded as she placed a kiss on his forehead.
A slow smirk crept onto Draco's lips. Many thoughts were running through his head-most were about what they could do without real adult supervision. There were many rooms in the Manor that not even Rufus knew about, and Draco had only seen them because they were where his father had taught him dark magic. "This could be good," he said. "This could be very good."
Hermione became a bit frightened at the gleam in his eyes, the look on his face, and the tone he was using. "Draco, are you alright?" she asked cautiously.
"Oh, yes. I'm perfectly fine. I was just thinking about all the fun we could have while my parents are away. There is really no adult here besides Rufus, and if I pay him enough, he'll leave us alone and just let us do whatever we want."
"Draco, I'm not sure that's such a good idea," Blaise stated. "What if your parents make a surprise visit? I don't think they'd be too happy with you or us."
"They won't make a surprise visit. They never do. When they leave me, they go for as long as they say they're going for and stay sometimes longer than they originally planned. Where is your sense of adventure and fun? This could just possibly be the best vacation any of us ever has!" He looked around at his three companions. Jeremy had the same gleam in his eye, but the two girls were still unsure of the situation.
"He's right," Jeremy stated. "Without parents around, we can do just about whatever we want. There is absolutely no one here to stop us. We should make the best of these three weeks and not worry about anything."
Blaise and Hermione shared a look and decided with their eyes that it might not be so bad. Although they had just really met, there was already a certain connection between the two girls. "Well, it can't be too bad," they said together.
At once Rufus walked into the room and said, "Master Draco, your mother has just departed and she has sent me to inform you that she will probably not be back until after you return to school."
"Thank you, Rufus."
"Is there anything I can get any of you?" he asked kindly looking at the four teens a little suspiciously as if he already knew they were planning something.
"Nothing at all-well." he trailed off as he stood and walked over to Lucius. "Do you think you could give us our privacy for the rest of vacation? You can take a break or something and you won't have to wait on us. That is what the house elves are for." Draco slipped a bag of fifty galleons into the man's hand.
"How much is this?"
"Fifty galleons."
"Your mother has out-done you, Master Draco."
Draco shoved his hand back into his pocket and pulled out another fifty- galleon bag. "Here's another fifty. Have I won yet?" Rufus shook his head a little and Draco handed him another bag.
"Well, that should do. I hope to see you again this summer. Happy Christmas."
"Happy Christmas, Rufus." Draco wasn't very happy that he had given his servant one hundred fifty galleons, but he knew that was the price for their privacy, so he was willing to pay it. He sat back down next to Hermione whilst receiving questioning glances from his companions. "We've got total control now," he stated.
"How'd you manage that?" Jeremy asked.
"Bribery is a wonderful thing when you've got money." He leaned back on the couch and stretched his back a little.
Jeremy had an evil grin on his face and whispered something to Blaise. "Uh, guys, we're heading out. See ya later!" He wrapped his arm around her and they hurried out of the room and down the hall.
Hermione looked around the room they were in. It was a large sitting area with ice white walls. The furniture contrasted the walls greatly- everything was either a dark forest green or black. She looked over to Draco, who seemed rather comfortable and relaxed.
"So what are you planning on doing over break?" she questioned him. "This place is huge, and there are only four of us around."
"I don't know yet. We can go out, hang out around here, I can show you all the secrets of this hellhole, we can walk around outside. What do you wanna do? There are many possibilities." He looked over at her and smiled at the look in her eyes. It looked as if she was a cross between shocked, frightened, and even a bit happy all at once.
"Well, I'd like to have a tour of the house and the grounds outside," she muttered sheepishly.
"Is that all you'd like?" He smirked at her and she slapped his arm. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Oh nothing, nothing. Maybe my mind was in the gutter."
"Well my mind lives in the gutter, so you've got nothing to worry about. Maybe you can come visit me sometime." He leaned closer to her, but she pulled back a little.
"Alright, enough! Let's just get this tour started. I can't wait to see the rest of this lovely place."
Draco scowled a little as she pulled him to his feet. "Can't we do it later and something a bit more fun now?"
"Can we wait till I'm ready to do what you probably consider fun and not push me into things?" she retorted with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I don't like the feeling of being pushed into things when I'm not ready."
Draco was pissed, more at himself than Hermione, but he was pissed nonetheless. He loved her, he had finally told her that, but he was also ready to a place neither of them had been before.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Fine. Don't worry about it," he answered as he walked out of the room.
"Yeah, sure, that means you're pissed about something and don't wanna talk about it 'cause you never talk to anyone about what you're feeling. Just answer me one thing, is it me that you're mad at?"
He turned and looked at her. Her head was down and she had a sad look on her face. Tilting her chin up to look in her eyes, he said, "No, it's not you. It's me. There's just so much I wanna do with you that I've never done with anyone else and I know that you don't want it, and I keep pushing you, and it's pissing me off that I can never just keep my mouth shut and leave things be."
"You don't do that, Draco. I know what you want, and I want you to know that I want to, I'm just scared-scared that you will leave me-scared that that's all you wanted me for."
"Yes, Hermione, that's all I wanted you for," he said sarcastically. "That's why I haven't dumped you yet and moved onto another target such as Pansy."
She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. "That's what I was afraid of," she said in the same tone he had just used. "You can't stand me and you want some dumb whore. Oh, how will I ever live again?" She brought the back of her hand up to her head and pretended to faint. Draco caught her and announced that he was gunna move and let her fall on the floor. She made no sign as if she was gunna pick herself up, so he let his arms sag a little. Yelping, she jumped up and saw Draco smirking.
"Ready for that tour that you so desperately want?"
"Of course I am!"
He took her hand and began showing her every room of his house. It took two hours to get through the entire house and that was with them walking quickly.
"Ugh, I don't think I'm up to going out on the grounds now," Hermione mumbled as she collapsed onto Draco's bed. "I didn't know there were so many rooms in here. How do you remember where everything is?"
"It's not so bad once you get used to it. It's kinda like Hogwarts-you just remember after a while." He sat next to her curled up form and ran his fingers through her soft hair.
Deciding to get more comfortable, Hermione climbed onto Draco's lap and rested her head on his chest and shut her eyes gently. The slow, steady beat of his heart again lulled her to sleep. She didn't know why she was so tired, but she was happy that Draco was with her.
Draco placed Hermione gently on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. She nuzzled into his chest and he smiled a little at the closeness of their bodies. Her short hair was falling around her eyes and her breathing was slow and steady. Draco's eyes started to droop as he watched her, and he too had fallen into a deep slumber.
~
Draco was awoken a few hours later by a blaring coming from the walls of his room. Hermione also jumped up at the sudden sound and looked confusedly at Draco. He shook his head and figured it had to be Jeremy and Blaise's idea.
They walked down the many flights of stairs together and were met by the sight of dozens of people all moshing and head banging. As they looked around the room, Draco noticed that most of the Slytherin House was there along with a few Ravenclaws, and there was nobody else that he knew.
Jeremy saw Draco and Hermione coming down the stairs and he walked over to them. "What the fuck are you doing?" Draco screamed over the music.
"What do you mean? This is great!" he answered.
"Sure, it might have been if you asked and I actually knew a few more of the people here. And what do you think you're doing by bringing in school friends? You know that Hermione and I didn't want anyone to know. I can't believe you would just go and do this! Well actually I can with the way you've been acting lately."
"Don't worry, they're way too drunk and high to know what the hell's going on anyway!" said Jeremy who looked hurt by Draco's statement.
"You're giving them beer and pot too? Do you know what my parents are gunna do if they find out about this?"
"Oh come on, last year you woulda been all for this. Hell, last summer you would have agreed! What the hell is happening to you?"
"Can we please not talk about this down here?" Draco begged as he looked out at everybody that was filling his house.
"Yeah, fine."
"And take that damn charm off the room we go into. I can hardly hear myself think!"
Draco led Hermione and Jeremy up the stairs to his private study and shut and locked the door. Jeremy then took the charm off the one room. "Now answer my question. Why are you acting like you can't stand this party?"
"Okay, I don't mind the fact that since my parents aren't home you decide to throw a party. The thing I have a problem with is that you didn't ask me first, you invited people from Hogwarts, you didn't lock off certain areas of the house for safety precautions, we don't know how many people out there are muggles and you've got music playing from no where, and you gave them beer and pot, which I wouldn't have a problem with if you had sense enough to keep them out of the rooms with all our nice shit."
Jeremy was surprised by his answer and studied Draco for a little bit. "Draco, every room in this house has 'nice shit.' What would you have liked me to do, move it all out? And I couldn't have asked you about the party because you were sleeping and I didn't think you would mind anyway."
"I don't mind the party and chaos and loud music. I mind that there are people from Hogwarts here. You know that I wanted to keep my relationship with Hermione a secret for our protection. Gods, I would love to be down there right now, but I can't be." He slammed his fist down on the desk and stared at Jeremy.
"I'll get rid of them all," Jeremy mumbled weakly while looking away. "I didn't think you'd get so upset." He turned and left the room.
Hermione was looking at Draco, who looked distraught at the moment. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"The damn bastard is right, you know? Last year I woulda been all for this even if he hadn't asked me."
"I guess this is all just a mistake then, huh? We could never be anything. We're too different and hafta hide from everyone and no one will accept us, plus you can't do the things you like."
"No, no, it's not like that at all. I just-I don't-ugh." He sat down in his seat and put his head in his hands. "It's not your fault," he muttered.
Hermione didn't answer, just looked at his slumped form. She was feeling like it was her fault that Draco couldn't do the things he wanted because he was worried about her. "I should go back to Hogwarts. You'd be happier," she whispered.
"No I wouldn't. Why does my life have to be such hell? Why can't we just be together and not have to worry about what the fuck the world thinks? It's not fair!" He looked at Hermione, whose head snapped up at the sound of his voice. She looked scared and sad at once. "You alright?"
"I don't know. I still feel like it's my fault you and Jeremy aren't really friends anymore, and I feel like it's my fault that you're not downstairs. I'm a failure, Draco. I don't know how you could fall for someone like me."
"You are not a failure! And none of this is your fault. Don't think like that." He stood and walked over to her. He caressed her cheek with one of his hands while the other went around her back.
Hermione leaned into his hand as snaked her hands around his torso and she rested her head on his shoulder. He removed his hand and kissed her cheek softly. "Don't ever let anyone tell you that anything is your fault," he whispered. "Chances are, it's not."
"What if it is my fault-like I break something?" She smirked a little.
"Oh shut up, you know what I mean."
"Well maybe I don't. Maybe I'm a stupid ditz and have no idea what the hell you're talking about."
"I wouldn't be dating you if you were."
"Is that so?"
"Mmhm. I can't stand girls like that, they piss me off. I can't hold a real conversation with them 'cause they say like, like every other word."
Hermione chuckled a little and she tilted her head up and met his lips with hers. Deciding to take control this time, Hermione ran her tongue over Draco's lips and forced them to open. Immediately, she began to explore his mouth and his tongue was soon battling hers for control.
Hermione pulled Draco's shirt over his head and ran her fingers over his chest. Her fingers traced his abs with the tips of her fingers and moved her hands farther down to undo the buckle on his belt. She pulled it off slowly, and then began to unbutton his pants and pull them off his slim hips.
She broke away from him when he grabbed her wrists. "I thought you were afraid of this. I thought you wanted to wait."
"I can't wait anymore. I'm ready for this, Draco. I want this. Please? I need you, Draco. Please?" she begged him.
He looked into her eyes and didn't see the fear that had been present earlier in the day. All he saw was love mixed with lust. As he nodded and released her wrists, she pulled his pants down the rest of the way and he kicked off his shoes and socks so he was left in his black boxers.
Draco undressed Hermione just as quickly and with a sweep of his hand cleared everything off his desk, and left it on a pile on the once clean floor. She let out a small yelp as her back touched the cold wood. Thinking quickly, Draco grabbed his wand off the floor and performed a quick heating spell on the table. Hermione smiled as Draco laid her back down against the now warm desk.
Draco leaned down and kissed her again. As the kiss became deeper he slid into her quickly, and she felt no pain at all-she didn't even know he was inside her until he began to move in and out of her. She gasped into his mouth and broke away because she was felt out of breath.
Draco moaned her name as she began to move her hips to his rhythm. It was surprising how they could move so well together as they hadn't had sex with each other or anyone for that matter before.
As they got faster, they began to scream each other's name and that inspired them to keep quickening the pace.
Draco looked down at Hermione's face and noticed a look of pure bliss. Her eyes were shut tightly and his name was dripping off her lips as she reached her peak and screamed louder. Draco could feel himself reaching his peak and screamed as he released his fluids into her. He collapsed onto her chest and listened to her rapid heartbeat.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around him, which was preventing him from moving anywhere if he wanted to-which he didn't.
"I love you, Hermione," he whispered.
"I love you too, Draco," she responded as she placed a kiss on his forehead.