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A/N: If the last chapter wasn't the one that you were waiting for, then this is the one you want.

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XI. Begging For Sex

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It had all happened so fast that it wasn't until Harry had stormed out of the room that Hermione realised what she had said.

But she knew it was what she wanted and she knew that Harry wanted it, too. Now he didn't have to pretend anymore, he didn't have to be there for her, make love to her when she asked it of him.

She would let him go of that even if it broke her heart to know that all those years he had been pretending.

She shoved her face further into the pillows as more tears threatened to escape.

"It's okay."

If Harry had been pretending, was Draco now? Was he just saying these things because he wanted to get into her knickers again?

Harry's words about Pansy telling him that Draco had been obsessed with her came to mind and she knew that he was sincere in his feeling and she was sorry to him for letting Harry lead her on all these years.

She turned in his arms so he was no longer spooning her but they were face to face—well, face to chest—and Hermione finished this batch on tears there.

"It's okay," he said as he smoothed his hand over her hair. "Everything's going to work out," he said softly and she believed him.

"Draco?" she asked softly.

"Mmm?"

"Are you going to divorce Pansy?"

"I don't need to," he said.

"Why?" she asked, now even more sad.

"Because I can get an annulment, we've never had sex."

"Oh," she said, a little happier. "So, am I—?"

"The only woman I've ever slept with—yes."

She was going to ask him if she was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with but he had gone out and said something like that. She had thought that he was experienced when they were together back in school and now she found out, quite suddenly, that he wasn't.

For some reason she felt oddly proud that it was so. "I'm sorry," she started.

"I wanted that, Hermione," he said.

"No! I'm sorry that I ever even touched Harry. I don't know what I saw in him. I just—I want to be with you."

"And I want to be with you, so much, you can't even understand."

"Will you make love to me?" Hermione asked. "You don't even have to go slow," she tried to coax.

Draco shifted their positions until he was on top of her. "Why you think you have to beg for sex boggles me," he said.

"I had to beg Harry."

"I never want to hear you beg me for sex again, understood?"

She nodded her head. "But then how will you know when I want to?"

"Command it, don't ask. Instead of asking me to make love to you, tell me. Just walk up to me and say 'Take me, Draco' and I will," he said.

Hermione threw herself back against the pillows with a giggle, trying her best to look like a playboy cover girl. "Take me, Draco," she said in a breathy whisper.

Gods, if they hadn't been wearing clothes he would have taken her at the moment the words left her lips. "Much better," he said huskily. He nearly tore her shirt, trying to rid her of it. When he had it off he kissed her. Their lips touched ever so lightly and they pulled apart. Hermione looked deep into Draco's eyes.

"I want more, Draco. I've wanted you since the last time I had you."

"See, you're getting much better at this," Draco said. He brought his lips to meet hers again and this time they took each other's mouths more deeply, using more tongue than was probably necessary.

"You arrogant—"

"Arrogant? I haven't even had sex since I did with you. I mean, I've obviously—gotten myself off, but I haven't been with anyone except you and I want to make our second first time special."

"How could you possibly go five years without having sex?" Hermione asked.

"Any other woman just seemed revolting to me. I was about to make myself a Catholic Priest before this. Be glad I didn't."

"You cannot believe how glad I am," Hermione said. Her eyes stared him down with lust and he wanted her so bad.

"Well, if I'm going to show you just how opposite I am to a priest, you need less clothing," he said.

"As do you," Hermione smiled as she pulled his shirt over his head. When the garment was thrown onto the floor to start the pile that would soon consist of all of their clothing, Draco pressed another kiss to Hermione's lips. Hermione's hands roamed his chest and he moved his lips down, scorching a hot trail down her jaw, neck and finally to her chest. He quickly disposed of Hermione's bra before smirking and lowering his head to a nipple. Hermione cried out, shoving his head onto her, twisting his hair in her fists. "Draco," she moaned softly.

Oh, Merlin, he had waited so long to hear her say that, to hear her whisper his name with longing. He knew that she knew that she had made a horrible mistake when she had chosen Harry. As angry as he should be at her for not choosing him first, he knew that she had already paid for it. Begging for sex? What Draco had said was true, if he were married to her he would take her as often as need be, most likely more.

He moved his lips and tongue to her other breast as his hands moved down her stomach to the botton of her jeans. He looked up from her tempting mounds to her face. "Open your eyes," he said softly. She complied and took her hands from his hair.

"What?" she asked.

Draco slid her zipper down and slipped a hand into her pants, watching her eyes close in pleasure as he stroked her and slipped two fingers into her. He set a soft, slow rhythm with his fingers—after a time adding a third—as he kissed her again.

He muffled the scream that tore from her throat as she came around his fingers with his mouth to her lips. Then he pulled away and watched her face and she experienced her abandon.

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing was once again normal. She opened her eyes and looked into his dusty grey ones. "I forgot how good it felt to be with you," she said.

"There will be much more to come, don't worry," he said.

"I know, and I'm getting even hornier just thinking about it," she said. "You need it, too, Draco. Take me so you can remember, too."

"Patience, my love," Draco said softly and stood away from her. She watched him shed his pants and then his boxers. She looked at him with awe. She really had forgotten. She needed him so bad tonight.

"I'm not patient," she said, bringing her eyes up to face his.

He grabbed her pants by the cuffs and slowly dragged them off her body. Her soaked knickers went the less convenient way, with a rip and a tear, she knew she would never wear them again. Draco crawled up her body until he was situated over her. "You know," he started with a roughish grin. "Come to think about it," he whispered in her ear. "I'm not very patient either." On the last word he thrust into her and Hermione threw her head back in both surprise and pleasure.

He did not take her slow; he had waited too long and had gone too long without her body. There were grunts and moans, sighs and gasps from both as Draco plundered her body. Hermione clawed red rails down Draco's back as he thrust into her again and again, going deeper with each one. It wasn't long before they both exploded into oblivion, Draco sinking deep as he emptied himself into her, Hermione letting out a guttural moan at the sensation of being filled.

And then there was silence as they both recuperated. When Draco rolled off of her for fear of crushing her, Hermione moaned in anguish at the loss of contact. Then Draco wrapped his arms about her and pulled her into his chest.

"It was worth it," Draco whispered and Hermione fell asleep with a quirky smile on her lips.

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