Chapter 12: It all comes together

WARNING!!!!!!: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. If you don't care to read this… the basic gist is that they have amazing sex. That's actually the whole point of this chapter.

A/n: sorry this has taken sooooooo long to update, and I apologize so much for the delay, but I am basically no longer living at home except on the days I go to school. And those days I have to do homework and stuff. This is the first time I have had an opportunity to write fiction. More is coming soon… hopefully… I'll finish the stories at least before I'm done. This has maybe one more chapter after this and perhaps an epilogue at the most left. Hope you have enjoyed it.

The astonished blond wrapped his arms around Hermione. 'Let this be real,' he thought returning her kisses. He could feel himself becoming excited just by the nearness of her. He had gone so long with only solitary fulfillment that his body burned for her, trying to drown out all reasonable thoughts he may have possessed.

Draco knew that if he continued he would not be able to control his hormones and would take her right there on the kitchen table, so he pulled away. 'If this is real, I don't want to ruin it.'

But as he stepped back, Hermione took a large step forward, pressing her body completely against his causing Draco to gasp. He continued backing up though, knowing it was the right thing to do. But with each step he took back Hermione advanced matching his movements. Her kisses became more persistent and the arms around his neck pulled him closer.

Suddenly something hit the back of his legs and he fell backwards onto the couch. Before he could get up there was a gorgeous brunette in his lap who seemed like she would not be denied. Unexpectedly she stopped and just looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said, her chocolate eyes tearing up.

"No, no… shhhh," Draco wrapped his arms about the woman he loved. "It's ok. We don't have to do anything more." He rocked her softly trying to calm her down.

"But I want to." It was a rather point blank statement that could not have been taken any other way. "What I'm sorry for is putting you through hell. Deep down this felt so right, but my head told me it was dangerous. But now…" she kissed him again while she moved to sit atop him with one knee on each side. "Now I know I want this," emphasizing 'this' by grinding her hips into his.

Hermione moaned as Draco released all thoughts of stopping what was happening. He had been waiting for some emotional connection to click. He had known that she hadn't truly forgotten all that they had had. There was just no way someone could lose the connection that they had had over night.

The Slytherin Prince was enjoying every moment that he had with her. She might change her mind at any moment and he would lose everything again. He wanted this. He needed this.

And the Gryffindor Angel was having feelings much the same. She had know for a while, yet had been afraid to come out in the open with her feelings. It could all have been an illusion played by her all to sympathetic mind because she was causing him to hurt. She had believed for so long that the man she was kissing could feel nothing but hate, and love was truly beyond his comprehension level. But after close to a year, he was still trying to catch the uncatchable, and to charm the untamable. He had never stopped pursuing her, but stayed calm and sweet the whole time. He never tried pushing her after she had agreed to give him a chance. It was a chance that she was glad she took.

Now here they were, expressing the raw emotions they had both been attempting to hide, letting all the feeling out into a kiss that emanated a type of power that Voldemort himself would have feared. Everything was finally clear, nothing was going to block the love that they shared.

Rocking up against her in the rhythm she had started. His thoughts kept straying to the fact this would be a whole lot more satisfying without the barrier of clothing, but didn't want to rush anything. Knowing that she wanted this about as much as he did wasn't helping anything.

Does she remember our first time?

All of a sudden he stopped causing Hermione to give him a very confused look.

If she doesn't remember, then it would be like losing herself all over again. I took it from her the first time without a second thought. The thoughts of their first time was haunting him. They had had a little to much to drink on one of the Hogsmeade trips they had taken their seventh year at Hogwarts. Malfoy's held their liquor well and could drink all night before they were pissed, but it seemed after only a few, Hermione had fallen off the edge, hardly able to walk, her words slurred beyond all recognition (besides the phrase that had sent him over the edge "take me.")

They didn't even leave Hogsmeade before he stole her virginity from her. Right there in the Three Broomsticks, he had rented them a room so at least it would be a private thing. After he was spent, he had performed a contraceptive spell. He never really brought the subject up, so he wasn't even sure if she remembered any of it. Or even if it was worth being memorable to her. He had felt awful about using her like that, but had already fallen in love with her. No chances would ever be taken that he would lose that.

So now, if she didn't remember their sexual life after that, then this could possibly be the first that she would remember, like losing it all over again. He wanted it to be very memorable, whether it was the first she remembered or not. Draco wanted to make up for everything he had ever done wrong.

That was why he loved her. She made him want to be a better person. To right all the wrongs he had done in his life, to try and be more than he already was. To be wealthy with happiness, not necessarily money, to be rich with love and not gold.

He softly pushed Hermione down onto the couch and lay down next to her, still kissing her passionately. Running his hand down her neck and along her arm, he finally let it rest on her hip.

Nothing makes sense, and yet everything does. I love him so much. I wish that I had seen that before. I want him so bad!

The raw emotional effect this kiss was having on her body made her know without a doubt that this would not be her first time, but she had known this before. Just being near Draco caused her to feel a hear from her core. Her entire body would tingle and scream for attention.

Now her hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and then his trousers, wanting to as near to him as she could.

She pushed back his Hogwarts cloak and let it slide down his Quidditch toned arms. The blur of her vision was easily ignored as it sometimes happened when she was up reading to late at night, but the smell of liquor was quite evident and hard to over look.

"Mr. Malfoy, I think you have had too much to drink," she said with a sway.

Hermione thrust her hands into Draco's boxers and let her hand explore what she found there.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked.

Her vision was spinning so she closed her eyes and nodded. The excitement and nervousness she felt were making her stomach queasy. Maybe it was the strong smell alcohol she smelled.

A long drawn out moan escaped his lips as Hermione stroked him, her hands a little clumsy at first but gaining confidence every second. The fires raged within him and with each moment that passed the flames grew hotter.

Looking up into the gray-blue eyes of the man she loved, Hermione felt nervous, her naked body shaking slightly. Draco kneeled between her legs with a look of worry on his face. "Are you sure? You're shaking."

"Yes, Draco. I'm just… just a little cold is all. Now warm me up," she lied. 'Come on before I chicken out."

Smiling Draco leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Hermione arched her back and spread her legs wider. "Take me!"

Draco kissed up to her collar bone, her neck. Gently kissing her lips, he slip inside her, and she felt what little resistance she had break. he was still within her, unmoving.

Knowing that he didn't want to hurt her so Hermione began to move her hips against him.

Draco moaned and took over, sliding in and out. he kissed her forehead and sped things up a bit.

Hermione's eyes shot open.

"Merlin, I love you, Draco."

after like 3 rounds

Hermione lay cuddled up with the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. Nothing would ever come between them ever again. How could she ever have forgotten all they had had. She remembered everything now. It was finally perfect. Folding her hands under her chin, she watched the man beside her sleep.

"He is absolutely perfect." and with that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.