A/N: No time for speak, go on and read! Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!
Chapter 33: Love at Last
"THREE CHEERS GRYFFINDOR!" cheered the ecstatic students in the Gryffindor common room.
Harry set the cup down on a table, and helped himself to a Pumpkin Pasty.
"Great game, Harry!" a Gryffindor girl congratulated him.
He grinned and turned to Ron.
"Have you seen Hermione?" he asked, as Ginny came to sit on the arm of his chair.
"No," Ron spat indignantly. "Probably off shagging that git."
"Oh, drop it! The pair of you!" Ginny said in a hushed tone.
Ron crossed both arms and stitched his eyebrows together in anger.
"You act as if she's but a three year old! Let her be, damn!" Ginny exclaimed.
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Draco and Hermione stood against the wall near their portrait, lips caught in a passionate embrace.
"Oh Draco," Hermione breathed, as he pinned her against the wall, a hand on each side of her.
He kissed from her jawline to lips, gently allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Hands moving down her waist, he scooped her up in his arms, not breaking the kiss.
"Ugh," he muttered, having to give the password.
The portrait swung open and Draco quickly entered, still carrying Hermione. A crackling fire glowed as he set her down on the couch.
"Mm, Draco, and what exactly are your intentions?" she smiled up at him.
He grinned that famous smirk of his and slowly made his way on top of her.
Capturing her lips in a slow, loving kiss, he fingered the ends of her camisole. His smooth hands ran up over her flat stomach, making their way towards…
He pulled back from his kiss and looked into her eyes. She seemed a bit unsure, yet she nodded anyway.
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you intentionally, my love," he whispered into her ear, placing a kiss on her forehead.
In one swift motion, he was off of her.
"Come with me, my love," he extended his hand out to her.
She took it, and he led her to his bedroom.
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Dear Mister Malfoy,It is with great pity that I write you this letter. It is my displeasure to inform you of your son's activities. I feel his is currently endangering his future by taking part in relationships with a certain mudblood, Hermione Granger. Yes, dear Lucius, it is true. Of course, your son is probably under a curse, seeing as earlier this year he took part in a relationship with myself…but that's not important. I hope this letter has helped bring your attention to this matter. I'm sure the Dark Lord himself would not be too pleased, seeing as Draco is to be receiving his Dark Mark soon (of course, a mudblood like Granger could never appreciate such an honor!).
Sincerely,
Miss Pansy Parkinson------
Draco gently laid Hermione on his emerald comforter, not even bothering to turn on any lights. He sat lightly on top of her, so as not to crush her.
Draco gently kissed along her neck, his hands once again finding their way over her smooth stomach.
"Oh, Draco…" Hermione moaned.
"Shhh, my love, you haven't seen anything yet," he whispered softly with a grin.
She smiled into his kiss as their tongues fought for dominance. He broke from the kiss only for a bit to pull off and toss aside his shirt.
Hermione smiled as she traced her fingers down his toned chest, sending shivers down his spine.
"Oh, Hermione…" a groan escaped from his lips, as her fingers played around the elastic of his boxers.
"Shhh, love, you haven't felt anything yet," she smiled, repeating his phrase.
Her hands were hardly down his boxers when he stopped her with his hands.
"No no, you naughty girl, fair is fair…" he winked, tugging at her shirt.
She smiled as he pulled off her sweater, leaving her in a camisole.
"That too, sorry love," he chuckled.
She gladly removed the tank top and was left in blue lace bra.
"Hmm, nice color," he said, admiring her lingerie.
He temptingly stroked her visible cleavage with one finger, causing her to shiver.
"Oh you tease," she managed to say.
Both were obviously extremely aroused.
He grinned again.
'She thinks I'm a tease now?'
His fingers moved toward the hook of her bra, and she looked up at him.
"Hermione if you don't want me to—" Draco was interrupted by her.
"Draco," she whispered, "I'm yours."
With that, Draco knew he could finally give her what he wanted to. And oh how badly he wanted to. That rock in his jeans wasn't growing any softer.
He slowly unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to come loose.
'Oh, Merlin, I think I've died and gone to heaven…' Draco's mind screamed.
He brought his lips down upon hers in a hungry, fervent kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair as he caressed her breasts, rubbing them in a slow motion.
"Oh…" she sighed, tilting her head back.
He fiddled with the zipper of her jeans and slid them off quickly to reveal matching blue lace panties.
He looked into her eyes and grinned mischievously. The whole while keeping eye contact, he stroked the cloth covering her already damp area.
"Don't be afraid, love, this will only make it hurt less for you," he whispered, sliding his hand into her panties.
She gasped as he slowly inserted two fingers into her.
"Draco!" she squeaked, as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her.
Her hips tilted forward involuntarily, and he felt she was prepared enough.
Removing his fingers, he licked them clean—then realized something.
He hadn't removed his pants.
He quickly unzipped them and pulled them off, leaving him in dark green boxers—with a rather large bump.
Draco took Hermione's hands and led them to slide down his boxers. Slowly, his full erection was revealed, causing Hermione to gasp.
"Oh my…Draco!" she exclaimed. He smiled and put a finger to her lips.
"Your turn, love," he said, already sliding down her panties.
She lifted her hips forward and they came off quite easily.
Now, Draco noticed, Hermione seemed a bit nervous.
"Relax, love," he told her, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.
'She is so beautiful,' he thought, hardly being able to believe that the girl beneath him was…his.
He gently laid himself down on top of her, supporting himself by his forearms. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lovingly.
"Now, babe, wrap your legs around my waist," he told her gently.
She did so, and he kissed her forehead.
"Ready?" he asked her, looking deep into her eyes.
She nodded. With that, he slid his erection into her wet entrance.
She gasped rather loudly and he quickly pulled out.
"Sorry love, do you want me to stop?" he said, although that was far from what he wanted.
She shook her head and kissed his cheek, signaling for him to continue.
He moved into her again, a bit deeper this time. Hermione was tense, yet she was getting used to it.
He continued to move in and out of her slowly, so she could become accustomed to the feeling.
"Draco," she whispered, "faster."
Draco grinned down at her and kissed her forehead, speeding up the pace.
"Oh…oh!" she moaned, bucking her hips forward.
He created a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her; in and out…she was keeping up well.
'Oh gods,' he thought, 'she's so good…so tight, bloody hell…'
Hermione could not believe the sensation. She moaned with every thrust, as a groan occasionally escaped his throat. She wanted him, faster, deeper, harder…
"Draco…" she moaned, as he was now pumping in and out of her with ease.
"Come on, baby, I want to hear you say it louder…" Draco whispered into her ear.
"Oh, DRACO!" she exclaimed.
He was giving it to her, all right, as hard as he could. He wanted to make her scream…
Draco took one hand and quickly rubbed her clit, causing her to lift her hips up even more.
'Here it goes,' he thought, as Hermione threw her head back.
"Oh my God Draco, oh my…oh Merlin…oh fuck, oh, DRACO!" Hermione reached her orgasm and screamed so loud the dungeons could have heard.
Just the sound of Hermione's voice had Draco on the verge of reaching his peak…
"FUCK, HERMIONE, OH MY—HERMIONE!" Draco moaned louder than he ever had.
Hermione's hips bucked forward as Draco released into her. He collapsed on top of her, both of their panting bodies covered in sweat.
"Hermione," he kissed her forehead, "you were so great…"
"I promise, you were better…and this was only my first try," she smiled up at him.
He laughed, and laid down next to her. Draco protectively wrapped his arm around her and found himself gazing. Hermione's bare chest rose and fell distinctively, as she stared at the wall in a state of ecstatic bliss. The moonlight shining through the window, their only source of light, created a romantic silhouette.
"Hermione, you are the most perfect woman a man could ever dream of," he smiled at her. "I…I love you, Hermione Granger."
Hermione looked up at him, a peaceful look upon her face.
"I love you, too, Draco Malfoy," she said softly, lightly kissing his lips. "And I mean that."
The two made themselves comfortable; Hermione snuggled into Draco, one arm lazily thrown across his chest.
"You really did work me," she said after a brief moment of silence.
"I'll be glad to repeat the favor any time," he winked at her. "Just with a few hours of sleep…"
Draco closed his eyes and instantly dozed off.
'What did I do to deserve him?' Hermione pondered as she watched him sleep. She stroked his blond locks.
"You are so perfect, Draco," she whispered.
Hermione soon joined Draco, and the two slept peacefully.
It was love at last.
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A/N: Told you I'd have both up by today (even if it is 11:32)! Well, thanks for the supportive reviews.
Sorry that I didn't give a warning, I wanted it to be somewhat of a surprise (although there were plenty of hints at what was coming).
Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving (for those who celebrate it)!