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Hermione began to pace in the library. It just wasn't fair as she tried to fight the tears of frustration from escaping her eyes. She didn't want this. Any of this! Ron was alive. She was to spend her first night alone with Draco. Her body involuntarily gave a shudder of excitement. As much as she tried to deny it she did want Draco. Sure her was a manipulative jerk when he wanted to be, but lately? Oh his eyes would light up when she walked into the room. She felt color rise to her cheek as she remembered their kiss. So passionate, yet so delicate.

"Mistress," dog interrupted. "Dinner is here."

She nodded, "Tell Draco I'll be down in a moment." She smiled as she watched the house elf go. She hoped she was ready for this.

Draco watched her enter and held his breath. Somehow she was always able to take his breath away, "You look ravishing," he whispered as he went up to place a chaste peck on her cheek.

She blushed and sat down, "Thank you."

Draco sipped his wine and stared into her eyes, "What is troubling you?" He paused as he watched her expression change. "Are you afraid of tonight?"

She nodded, "What am I supposed to think? You order me about as if I am some prostitute! I am not ready to fuck you!"

Draco winced at her choice of wording, "I never said anything about fucking as you so eloquently put it. I told you that one day you would be willing to make love to me. There is a vast difference."

Hermione sighed, "Draco…." Her voice trailed off.

Dog brought the first course and the pervious conversation was lost in the devouring of the meal. Draco watched as Hermione took delicate bites of everything, careful not to hurt the house-elf's feelings.

Hermione watched as Draco drained his last glass of wine. Her heart rate increased as she saw him stand and offer her his hand. She accepted it and mumbled a good night to the staff.

"Good night master and mistress," Dog said cheerfully.

Draco escorted her to his chambers and sighed softly as he closed the doors behind him. His plan was beginning to take shape.

Hermione sat down on a high wing back chair and avoided his gaze, "So…" her voice faltered.

"Shall we finish the pervious conversation?" Draco asked.

"Do you think that wise?" she asked.

Draco perched himself on the arm of the chair to trap her there. He picked up her hand and began to draw circles on it. "I am interested to hear your true opinion on the matter," he whispered in her ear.

Draco!" she exclaimed as she shot out of her seat.

Draco quickly maneuvered himself into her seat and snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, "I'm right hear my dear," he moaned softly as his tongue found its way into her ear.

She shivered as his tongue began to explore every crevice of her ear. This had to stop. "Shouldn't we talk?" she asked as his lips descended on to her neck.

Draco chuckled as he began to nip at her neck, "But we are having so much fun not talking." His free hand began to make its way up her shirt and caressed the flesh it found.

"I thought we were going to go to bed," she demanded as she squirmed on his lap.

"Don't I get a kiss good night?" he asked.

"No," she stated flatly.

"No kiss, no bed," he growled.

Hermione sighed as she felt the goose bumps rise up on her flesh. This felt too good to stop. She lifted a hand to push his hand away and ended up pressing his hand into her. This really wasn't so bad she realized. As much as she tried to deny this, it felt good. It felt incredible to be seduced. She let out a soft moan as Draco's hand left her waist and cupped her between her legs.

"About that kiss?" he asked.

Hermione turned in his arms and kissed him full on the lips. She explored every curve and relished the feel of his hand still applying pressure between her legs. "Draco," she moaned.

He grinned against her lips, "Do you know how long I have waited to hear that?" he growled as she picked her up and carried her to the bed. He gently set her down and proceeded to climb on top of her as his tongue dove into her mouth.

She let her arms wrap around him as she kissed him back. His hands were at her breast, kneading and caressing them. She moaned again as he began to lavish them with his mouth. "Draco…"she growled. "We need," she moaned as he gently bit her nipple.

"We need?" he hissed as he nipped again.

"We need to stop," she groaned as she tried to pull herself up to a sitting position.

Draco smirked, "Why?"

"I'm not ready," she whispered.

"Why not?" he asked as pulled her on top of him and pressed his hips into hers.

"I've never….what I mean is…" she sighed helplessly.

Draco grinned as kissed the valley between her breast, "Go to the bathroom and you'll find your night clothes. I'll change out here."

He released her and she reluctantly got to her feet, "Thank you," she whispered.

He stood up and pulled her into one last kiss, "No my darling wife. Thank you."

Shakily she retreated to the bathroom and collapsed against the door. So this is what it was all about. He was awfully good at it. She blushed as she began to wash her face. What would he look like naked?

Draco hummed to himself as he changed into his pajama pants. This is what he wanted: a willing wife. He knew she was a virgin. He planned on taking his time. He was going to savor her life a good meal. His father taught him a few things: Women were like a good meal. They were to be savored and indulged in often. That was what he planned to do to Hermione. He was going to savor every moment and once he had her virginity. He chuckled softly. He was going to make love to her as often as possible until death do they part.