A/N: Sry it's taken so long…I got busy then I had writer's block…well that's over now, here's the nxt chapter.

Chapter 8: Love

This night was extremely special to Hermione and me…I shall never forget it. We soon found our relationship growing, as well as our fear. My father would never accept Hermione as I had…and my mum…well she wouldn't do anything to stop him once he set his mind…

Hermione saw the letter on the bed and gasped. "Draco, I-I can explain."

"There is nothing to explain. Obviously Krum wants you back. You have a decision to make." his voice was stiff and Hermione could sense the hurt.

"There is no decision." she told him, "I don't want him…I want you." As she said this, she came towards him and held out her hand. Draco could feel relief flooding through him.
"Ok," he said, taking her hand, "I want you too."

He laid her unto the bed, and slowly, gently, moved his lips to hers. This time is going to be special he thought, as he kept the kiss light. When he felt Hermione's hands go limp, he began to take off her shirt. With a little help, he was able to remove it as well as her bra, and instead of touching her, he just looked.

"You're wonderfully gorgeous." he said as his mouth came down on her breast, nipping it slightly. Hermione only gasped and ran her hands through Draco's hair. How could he be so…so gentle? she wondered, but soon forgot to care.

Hermione felt her hand travel up and down Draco's back until she could hardly breath. He was doing things to her. Her stomach, at the moment, was now being treated as if it were the most precious thing on earth. She soon felt him get up and remove his shirt. When she could feel his skin against hers, Hermione felt a shudder of pure and simple delight. She slowly began to return the favor.

When her hands began to travel lower, Draco stopped her. "Wait," he breathed, knowing he would not be able to stop himself if she continued. Tonight belongs to her…to us…I can't ravish her, not yet.

Instead he found the strap of her pants and moved them lower and lower. He feathered kisses along her skin around her legs, knees, and ankles. Hermione had to grip the bed sheets to keep from screaming. He was torturing her, yet she loved it. When Draco made his way towards her center, she knew she was in heaven.

Draco slowly removed her thong, inching it downward with his teeth. When he was done, he kissed her mouth and smiled. Slowly, his fingers moved inside her core. He felt her hot wetness and it gave him pleasure. When he started to move his fingers, she gasped out loud and his smile widened. She started to move with him, faster and faster. When he removed his fingers, Hermione collapsed. He was driving her insane.

Draco knew what to do. He had given women pleasure for most of his teenage life, yet he had never known any time to be as pleasurable as this. All he had to do was make her happy, and he became aroused. He slipped his tongue inside her, she shot up like a rocket. "Draco…" was all she said.

Soon, Draco's mouth returned to hers, and Hermione felt wonderful. He had shown her so much more than anyone had. With Krum, it had been fast and merely for his benefit. She had been aroused, yes, but not like this. Suddenly, she got an idea. She moved her hands towards his cock, but Draco's hands stopped her. "Not now," he told her, but she just shook her head and smiled. When his pants were off, Hermione's hands reached for him. Her hands began moving up and down, slower then faster and faster. Draco gasped, but could do nothing. He didn't want to stop her, yet he knew he was loosing control. Then suddenly her mouth was on him, and she was biting him.