Disclaimer; uh, if you don't know by now, JK Rowling, queen of literature owns Harry Potter and all related things in this story. I own nothing.

Last night at Hogwarts…

We walked into the entrance hall and saw that all of the seventh years were talking happily between each other, discussing future plans after school and careers. I felt sad as I looked upon their faces, I may never see some of them again. I caught a glimpse of Harry and Ron talking to Dean, Seamus and of all people Blaise Zabini. They looked to be enjoying a good laugh, and motioned for us to come join them.

"Let's make it quick" I whispered to Draco, "I have other plans for our last night here."

He smiled and nodded to let me know he was all for that.

"Hi guys" I said as I walked over to the group. I nonchalantly flashed my left hand so the boys could see my engagement ring.

"Hermione," Harry said eyes wide with surprise. "Is that what I think it is? Did you say yes to marrying Draco?"

I nodded and smiled.

"I am so happy for you!" he hugged me and then walked over to Draco and shook his hand.

"Treat her well mate, make her happy." he said shaking Draco's hand

"I will." he smiled back at Harry.

"Congrats Draco my man." Blaise said, turning to me. He grabbed my hand and kissed it lightly. "She is one of a kind."

"Don't I know it." he replied. "And with that said, we are going up for a quiet evening alone. We will see you all tomorrow." we turned to leave but Harry and Ron came bounding after us.

"Are you going back on the train tomorrow Hermione?" Ron said catching his breath.

"I don't know yet. We are thinking of finding a place in Hogsmead, or in wizard London."

"Oh," Ron said, staring at the floor. "This will be the first time we have been on the Hogwart's express without you."

"I will see you two at breakfast; I'll tell you all about my plans then, okay?"

"All right, see you in the morning Hermione, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." Harry said in a laughing voice.

"Well, considering it's you, that doesn't leave very much." I said, waving them goodnight.

We opened our common room door to find all of our things packed away in trunks, sitting by the door. It made me sad to think I would never again call this castle home. I looked at my fiancé; he was also looking around, taking in every aspect of this room, trying to burn it into his memory.

"What now, my lady?" he said, taking my hand and kissing up my arm.

"I think I would like to be alone with my fiancé, and make love to him in front of this fire." I said coyly.

"Should I be jealous of this 'fiancé'?" he asked jokingly.

"Oh yes," I said "he is the most wonderful, charming, sexy man in the world. And I can't wait to become his wife." I held his face with my hands and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his warm mouth. He returned the favor and soon clothes were strewn about the common room, and we lay in front of the fireplace, exploring each others bodies. The flames made patterns on his skin, and I kissed every inch of his body, letting my mouth linger in places that I knew he was sensitive to. He moaned and ran his fingers though my hair. My hands explored him willingly, and I touched him in ways that made him pant and beg me to make love to him. But I resisted, touching and teasing him to the point of madness. His eyes were silvery blue and rolled into his head as his breaths came hard and fast. He looked at me lustfully and reversed roles. He was now exploring me, just as carefully as I had him. His mouth and tongue teased and probed. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, and then I closed my eyes and imagined having him all to myself for the rest of our lives. I smiled as I saw myself pregnant with his child, watching this child grow up and go off to his or her first day at Hogwarts. I knew our future would bring lots of joy, and I knew that I didn't want to go home, and live away from him until our wedding. About this time he was kissing my feet, and legs, rubbing me with his thumb, and probing his fingers into me, making me scream with pleasure. He reached beneath me and massaged my cheeks, running his finger in places I never dreamed of. I squealed in pleasure and pain as he placed his finger in my most private area. I never thought it would feel like this. A mixture of things, all rolled into one.
"Naughty boy." I said in a seductive voice, and I proceeded to push him down and climb on top of him. He laid there, hands behind his back, knowing what was to come. A smile came across his face.

"Not just yet." I told him in a whisper. "I want you to beg, to need it." as I ground my hips over his, feeling his hardness graze my wet lips.

"Oh Merlin…" he moaned. "You are a temptress. I need you Hermione, please, make love to me, you are the only one who I want." his eyes were fluttering underneath his eyelids. I grabbed him with my hand and ran it up and down the shaft. Tears were streaming from his eyes, oh yes, he wanted it, and I wanted this to be so special, so spiritual. I smiled as I neared him to my waiting wetness. I gently ran in over my lips and I heard him gasp, inhaling deeply.

"Just a minute more, my love." I breathed in his ear. I could hardly control myself any longer.

"Please Hermione, I love you, I love you more than life."

Finally, with that said, I slid him into me. He opened his eyes and they went back into his head, his mouth opened to let out a long moan of relief. I moved slowly still wanting to take my time, make this night last for as long as I could. His chest was moving up and down in rhythm with my every move. I loved making him feel like this, free and alive. And I loved him with every inch of my being, with my entire heart and soul. I placed my hands on his chest, and picked up the rhythm of my movements. His eyes became wild with passion and desire. He sat up and grabbed my around my waist, pulling my sweaty body close into his. This deepened his penetration, and I lost my breath for a moment. He smiled at that, and moved his hips in unison with mine. My whole body was on fire for him now, he manipulated me, just as I had him, making his every movement, slow and deliberate, bringing me just to the point of orgasm, and stopping just short, laughing at me. He flipped me onto my back, legs wrapped around his neck and said;

"Now little girl, you are going to beg me." he was out of breath, he moved in and out of me in a slow, teasing manner,

"Tell me what you want." he whispered, "Tell me what you need."

"Oh Draco…I need you, I want you, please, its torture not having you, I love you."

And with that he thrust deep and hard into me, sending me into instant steady orgasms, his eyes furiously changed color, and I knew he would be coming quickly. My whole body was shaking.

"I love you Hermione," he said with some difficulty as he had the orgasm of a lifetime, I could feel his warmness inside of me as we lie there wrapped in each other, catching our breath.

We feel asleep there in front of the fire, and slept soundly until morning.