Disclaimer: I wish these characters were mine. Oh the bad bad things I'd do with Draco. But alas, they belong to JK Rowlings. But enjoy the story anyway!
He did not hesitate to grip her tightly as they kissed. He held onto her as if his life depended on it. As the kiss deepened, he pulled her closer, and she felt him moving them until the wall was pressing lightly against her back. He put one hand against the wall, the other pressed against her cheek. His fingers began to trace tenderly along the curve of her jaw, while he let his tongue run along the full length of her soft full lips. He felt her breath escape, a murmured moan pressed silently to his kiss. In this moment he was complete. All the pain and loss was gone. All that mattered was this moment, being here with someone that felt as lonely and incomplete as he did.
Suddenly and with an unexpected force, he grabbed her and lifted her off her feet. She gasped, their lips parting as they looked into each others eyes. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were red; his face was pale and his eyes flashed with overwhelming desire. Their breathing was ragged and uneven. And he wanted her more than anything else in the world. With Hermione in his arms, he turned and retreated towards the old dorm rooms. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to drown out her sorrow with his face. Gazing up at him, she placed soft kisses along the curve of his neck, as he kicked open a door and carried her to the closest bed.
Was this wrong? Possibly. Was this an act of two very desperate and lonely people? Probably. Was this meant to be? It was written in the stars. This moment was the accumulation of 7 years of building emotion. They hated one another because they were afraid to love one another. But what do you fear when everything you knew is destroyed and the worst of the darkest recesses of your soul could conjure have happened? You find that what you've feared and fought is not so frightening after all.
Draco wanted her. He wanted more of her than he was able to reach with just his hands. They were already roaming up and down her still clothed body, feeling her form with patient agony. She had her hands beneath his shirt, slow caresses of soft fingertips were driving him wild. Pressed against one another, his lips had met hers once more and now they engaged in a kiss that made their blood burn in their veins. Hermione cried out tugging his shirt from his chest, parting lips only just long enough to pull it over his head. He had already begun to undress her as well, his hands guiding her pants carefully over her hips and down her legs. He felt her skin beneath his fingers and murmured something against her lips. She smiled, it must have been complimentary. His lips soon left hers, beginning a slow trail down along her jaw line, then her neck, and then down along the now bare flesh of her shoulder. He nipped her flesh lightly, teasingly, and she shivered with pleasure. No one had ever touched her this way before.
Draco slowed his heated pace, allowing himself to enjoy every inch of her naked body. She lay back on the bed, looking up at him as he began to kiss along her breasts, and then left soft whispered kisses along the curve of her stomach. He trailed his fingers over her hips, causing her body to arch against his touch. She was incredible. Who'd have thought Granger was so amazingly beautiful? Ok well...late at night in his most furtive dreams he might have known it. He slid a finger along her thigh, and earned a gasp as she closed her eyes and arched her back. He kissed her thigh, and then crawled so he straddled her legs, looking up at her now with that smile of his, the one that made most girls weak in the knees. It seemed to be working its spell on her tonight as well. Hermione bit her lower lip, watching him with anticipation. Ducking his head, he ran his tongue along her most sensitive spot and she cried out in surprise. He smiled; that had been exactly the response he hoped for. He kissed her again, letting his tongue find the spot that drove her wild. After a few moments of this, he had her writhing on the bed in complete bliss. She cried out and he smiled, crawling over her as he looked down at her. Eyelids fluttered half closed over those gorgeous eyes, and she smiled back up at him. Draco moaned, leaning in to kiss her lips. He murmured softly against them. "I love you 'mione." To his surprise, she merely murmured it back. And somewhere deep inside, he knew he meant it. And hoped she did too.
I never understood before I never knew what love was for my heart was broke, my head was sore what a feeling His lips crashed into hers. He loved her. Hermione Granger...the mudblood. He loved her.
Tied up in ancient history I didn't believe in destiny I look up you're standing next to me what a feeling Her heart skipped in her chest. He'd said the words she had never heard before, not like that.
I never saw it happening I'd given up and given in I just couldn't take the hurt again what a feeling His hand trailed down over her stomach, caressing her hips as he positioned himself over her.
I didn't have the strength to fight suddenly you seemed so right me and you what a feeling Her eyes met his, and he knew she wanted this as much as he did.
Love will remain a mystery but give me your hand and you will see your heart is keeping time with me With one swift smooth motion, he entered her. He became one with her.
What a feeling in my soul Love burns brighter than sunshine It's brighter than sunshine Let the rain fall, I don't care I'm yours and suddenly you're mine Suddenly you're mine Draco and Hermione made love that night. They did not fuck, they did not have sex; they made love. Two people becoming one, they entered one another completely. The shadows of night crept across the room, and a lone ray of moonlight cut through the darkness. It spread over the bed, an aura of white blue that fell over the sheets that entangled them with one another.
As the night crept towards morning, Draco lay cradling a sleeping Hermione against him. He gently caressed that unruly tangle of chestnut hair, tracing his fingers idly over her cheek. The moonlight had come to rest upon her form, silhouetting her curves from beneath the thin sheet. His hand ran down over her stomach, her hip, along her leg; before bringing it back up to rest against her stomach as he wrapped his arm around her. He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in as he drifted to sleep finally. It was a restful sleep, vacant of the nightmares that usually troubled him. Tonight he had her in his arms and everything was right in the world. He murmured softly just as sleep took him, whispering in her ear. "I love you Hermione Granger."
(A/N: Lyrics by Aqualung. Short story I know. Ended up being more of a one shot for me. I'm working on a longer dramione story. Will be up in a few weeks hopefully.)