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So that's the fourth and last chapter of this story and this time it's really the end. I hope you enjoyed it and I must say that your requests to continue really made me become attached to this story. I would almost want to make a much longer fic, but unfortunately I don't have the time. Maybe someday...

As I announced in the previous chapter, this time it is a very explicit chapter with graphic scenes. And this is my first translation of scenes of this type so I apologize if there are any vocabulary gaps or mistakes.

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Draco took his eyes off the salesman who was talking to them again and let them get lost through the large window. He thought back to the day before and waited impatiently for the end of the session. He was a little angry with himself for having lost control the night before and still didn't fully understand what was going on. After all, Granger was right. They were meant to hate each other, forever. And if he hadn't seen her that day in that pool, things would certainly have been the same.

But the more the days went by, the more Draco told himself that it wasn't just physical. Oh sure, it was physical first, because he had detailed her, wanted her and still did. But there was something else. She was so far away from the insufferable and knowledgeable Hogwarts kid. He had enjoyed being in this house without an ounce of magic, listened to by people who did not judge him, enjoying the closeness that settled with the young woman.

When the salesperson ended the meeting, Draco was the first to leave the room. He hurtled down the stairs of the spa and entered the city. He regretted not being able to Apparate instantly to the source and quickened his pace. Once alone, he cast a disillusionment charm on himself and made his way to the woods.

Saying that Hermione was tensed was an understatement. She had left the house with a mental effervescence rarely achieved. She was curious to see if Malfoy would be there, excited to know what was going to happen. She hadn't really landed from their exchange the night before, unable to understand how she had come to this with Draco Malfoy. She had walked the little path, her feet sinking into the snow that had been piling up there for two days and now she was waiting.

She had taken off her shoes and her unnecessary coat with the fumes from the spring and sat on a rock to soak her feet in the hot water. When she thought back to the kiss they had shared, she felt her stomach dancing and fill with warmth. And she knew that feeling from looking for it for years. It was desire and it was beyond her to feel so much just thinking of Draco. It was even absurd that in three days, on the other side of the country, she began to feel that way about him.

Hermione thought she was absurd herself to be there, waiting like an idiot when she didn't even know when Draco was coming or if he was just coming. A crack sounded behind her and she whirled around. There he was, at the edge of the woods, impeccable in his long black coat in the midst of the glistening snow. He walked over to her and Hermione rose from her rock. A thought crossed her mind and made her smile.

"What's the matter?" Draco asked.

"I just had an idea," she explained without being able to help but blush.

This did not escape the Slytherin who gave her a look heavy with innuendo. He moved closer to her and her face.

"I was thinking," Hermione began, sliding her hands over his coat, "maybe we need to balance this out."

She undid the buttons of his coat one by one under Draco's inquisitive and burning gaze. His coat fell to the floor as did his suit jacket and Hermione got down to undoing the knot in her tie, blushing at such daring on his part.

"Can you explain?" Draco asked, amused by her gestures.

"Well you spent I don't know how long hidden in these bushes watching me last time. Today we will do the opposite."

Hermione obviously refrained from telling him explicitly that she wanted to see him naked, in this source, because she had dreamed of it, but Draco didn't have much trouble figuring it out on his own. He raised his eyebrows, his mouth parted in a mocking smile and he grabbed both of her hands that had already managed to undo all the buttons on his shirt. A draft of cold air rushed inside, making him shiver.

"I don't think it's going to be possible," he replied.

"Why, then?"

"Because…," Draco started to explain before stopping. "How deep is it?"

Hermione winced at the sudden change of subject before turning back to the pool.

"I don't know exactly. But I can't touch the bottom here".

She watched in horror as a terrible smile spread across Draco's face.

"No no!" she exclaimed as Draco tightened his grip around her hands while pushing her back slightly.

Hermione started to tip over, dragging Draco into her fall and they both ended up in the pool, clothes sticking to their skin. Hermione was about to lecture him, but Draco emerged from the water laughing which dissuaded her from any remark. His white shirt had become translucent and hugged the curves of his chest. He ran a hand through his hair to pull it back and then swam towards her. But Hermione didn't hear it that way and she splashed a lot of water on him before retreating to the other side of the pool where she could stand.

Hot water had rushed into all her clothes and she was struggling to escape quickly. In a few strokes, Draco had joined her and grabbed her by the sleeve. She turned to him, her bun soaked in water and locks crossing her forehead and the edge of her face. Draco saw her two days earlier, naked and fairy in the middle of this steaming pool surrounded by snow. Everything in this source called for lust. The heat that the water brought up in him, the mysterious haze of the vapours, the witch who was inside. Draco felt the desire growling in him like the first time he had been here and pulled Hermione against him.

His chest found itself glued to hers and he ran a hand under her sweater then under her T-shirt which heaved under the water. He skimmed the skin of her back, tracing hot curls without taking his gaze from hers. Their faces got closer slowly, almost timidly, as if what was happening wasn't supposed to or that they were breaking laws beyond them. And like the day before, their mouths met in a sudden, lively and nervous contact. Sighing simultaneously, they deepened their kiss by making dance their tongues and Hermione wrapped her arms behind the wizard's neck.

They finally parted, trembling with excitement and hot as coals. Hermione proceeded to continue what she had stopped earlier and drew the young man's shirt down his arms before making a ball with it and sending it to the snow. In the water disturbed by their movements, she discerned his forearm. She stared at it for a few seconds, stopping Draco in his movements.

He searched for her gaze, her reaction. But Hermione shook her head slightly, stroking her pale skin where there had never been a Mark, almost mentally scolding herself for still imagining that he might have worn it one day. And as quickly as the slight question crossed Draco's eyes, it was gone, replaced by a carnivorous desire. He grabbed Hermione's sweater and T-shirt and pulled it out of the water, prompting the young woman to raise her arms to get rid of it. They went to join his shirt and when Draco rested his eyes on the brunette's bare chest, he couldn't help but smile in contentment as he contemplated the absence of a bra.

The young woman smiled in her turn and threw her hands on Draco's belt which she began to unbuckle. He proceeded to free her from her pants as well, but both had water up to their necks and ended up taking care of their own clothes for speed. When they came back face to face, one in panties and the other in boxers in the steaming water, time seemed to stand still. They stared at each other for a moment, wondering how Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy got there, half-naked in the middle of nowhere, and deeply eager to go any further? She was sensual, enveloped in this limpid water, he was handsome, his cheeks slightly pink, natural as she had never seen him.

Draco ran a hand through his wet hair as Hermione lightly nibbled on her lower lip and as if they were magnetized, they threw themselves on each other fiercely. Their mouths met feverishly in a choppy, ecstatic kiss. Carried by the water and under Draco's hands, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the young man's erection rub against her crotch. With a glance behind her, he spotted a rock a few feet away and carried her there, nibbling her skin all along her neck.

There was less water where they were now and Draco pressed the young woman against the rock, taking advantage of being able to lower his mouth to her breasts now in the open air. He played with his tongue around her left breast before biting it gently, making moan the witch who began to rub her pelvis against his. As Draco's mouth on her breasts sent yet another wave of shivers down her back, the young woman pulled back and untied her legs to find the floor. Immediately she leaned back against him, capturing his mouth and stroking his erection with one hand under the water.

Draco growled into her mouth, catching his lower lip between his teeth as Hermione pulled his boxers down to his thighs. She grabbed his erection without delay and began to run her hand over it in an increasingly sustained rhythm. Draco let go of her mouth, gritting his teeth and plunging his head into her neck, trying to control as much as possible the pleasure he felt soaring. Finally, he jerked back, breathlessly and glared at Hermione before grabbing both her legs sharply to lift her out of the water.

Surprised, the young woman gave a slight cry and before she had time to realize anything, she was sitting on the rock behind her. Satisfied with his action, Draco approached her and slipped his hands under her panties to remove them. And she found herself there, again, naked in the snow. Divinely seductive and cruelly attractive, legs spread in front of his face. Draco put his arms under her legs to spread them further and bring her closer to the edge of the rock and began to kiss her thighs.

Hermione watched him silently, probably because she wouldn't have been able to say a word. She leaned back slightly, leaning on her hands and closed her eyes when she felt his mouth rest on her crotch. He started by rotating his tongue around her clit, then nibbled it lightly, causing the witch's legs to quiver with pleasure as she heard her breath heave. Draco ran his tongue over her several times before bringing it into her, while firming his grip around her quivering legs.

Hermione felt like she was burning from the inside. Draco's movements inside her were so electrifying. She was shivering with pleasure and maybe a little cold as well. She no longer felt her hands sunk in the snow, but would not have wanted this moment to end for the world. Draco pulled back slightly and replaced his mouth with one finger, then two, which entered her with complete simplicity. He started pacing back and forth, trying to read the expressions on her face. As if she had sensed his gaze, Hermione opened her eyes and fixed them in his gaze as Draco picked up the pace. She ended up throwing her head back, feeling the orgasm stab right through her and moaned under her breath as her whole body started to vibrate.

She finally straightened up, panting and Draco let go of her legs to wrap his arms around her waist and lower her back down into the hot water. He took off his boxers completely and hugged her back, seeking her mouth to kiss languidly. They exchanged a kiss sweeter than the others, more passionate. And as before, Draco ran his hands under Hermione's buttocks to lift her into the water and he pressed her again against the rock before penetrating her with a sharp thrust.

They moaned simultaneously in sounds that were closer to the low growl released by pleasure. Draco stayed inside her for a moment, long enough for Hermione to wrap her legs around him, then began to move inside her to the rhythm of her pelvic rolls. The water around them stirred in higher and higher waves as they accelerated their frolics and the lapping in the silence of the forest echoed with their moans. Draco kissed Hermione's blow until he reached her mouth as he deepened the thrusts. Forehead to forehead, their two mouths half-open and whistling, they clung to each other in the last moments, feeling overwhelmed by ecstasy.

Draco delivered two final liberating pelvic strokes as they closed their eyes to the orgasm that took the shape of hundreds of stars behind their eyelids. They sighed with contentment and the man withdrew from his partner who found the stones nimbly at the bottom of the water. The waves around them calmed down and silence returned to the woods. Hermione ran a hand over her face where a thin layer of sweat had formed, then splashed herself completely with hot water.

She gave a shy smile to Draco who hadn't stopped looking at her. He answered her and took a step towards her.

"Are you mad at me for lying to you?" He asked.

Hermione shrugged.

"I rather blame you for looking at me," she replied, looking away.

"I really had no idea that I was going to stumble upon this place and when I saw you, I didn't know it was you."

Hermione looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Because if you had known it was me you would have left immediately, right?" She replied.

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know, maybe because you've always had a low opinion of Muggleborns and a contempt mixed with disgust for them. And me."

A heavy silence followed her words. Hermione felt like she had talked too much and had gone too far and subconsciously her gaze fell on Draco's pale forearm. He wondered for a moment if he had heard what she had just said. If she was serious or if she was joking. A strange feeling ran through him, a mixture of anger, disappointment and guilt. Quickly, he grabbed her with the same arm she was staring silently. Surprised, she tried to pull away, but he was much stronger. He pulled her towards him and stared into her eyes without releasing the pressure of his hand.

"If I had been told what was going to happen when I came in this city the day before yesterday, I certainly wouldn't have believed it," he began with an almost stern tone. "If I had been told that I was going to want to do what I did to you, I would have found it inconceivable. But I can only see that it is so."

Hermione regretted her harsh words and Draco continued, not letting go.

"I did and said things that I would not erase, but I thought I could hope that you had changed your look on me. That may not be the case in the end and maybe you still see me as the Death Eater that I never was. But I doubt I gave the impression you disgusted me today."

He squeezed her arm one last time, then let go and turned around. He swam away, disappearing for a moment under the water to come out further and return to where his coat was lying.

"Draco," Hermione called.

He turned around when he heard his unusual firstname in her mouth. Hermione swam up to him, finding that he was standing where she couldn't, which forced her to stop a few feet away from him.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have told you that. It's just… I'm having a bit of a hard time figuring out how we got there."

"Because you think I know how?" Draco retorted, raising an amused eyebrow. "A week ago I didn't expect to see you again for years and certainly not like this."

"You mean naked in a hot spring?"

"Exactly," Draco replied with a smirk.

"And…," Hermione hesitated, swimming towards him finally to hang on to his neck, "did you like it?"

Draco chuckled as he wrapped his hands around the young woman to stick her to him.

"We can say it that way," he whispered, kissing her.

Their kiss soon became passionate and they rediscovered the burning excitement of the previous minutes. Hermione finally pulled back, preferring to walk to a place less deep. Coming closer to the edge, she felt Draco coming behind her and put his hands under her arms to caress her breasts. At the same time, he kissed her neck, moving up to her ear to nibble on the lobe.

Shivering, Hermione ran a hand behind her back to stroke Draco's cock that she felt against her buttocks. In a few moments, she felt it rise and harden under her fingers. She massaged it lightly as Draco continued to tickle her chilled neck. It took only a few minutes for them to regain their feverish effervescence, their two breaths supported by frenzied heartbeats.

"Draco" Hermione breathed in a low whisper.

"Yes?" He said against her shoulder which he was kissing now.

In response, Hermione let go of his throbbing cock and rubbed her butt against it in a sigh of excitement. Draco smiled against her skin and slid his hands against her thighs to spread her legs a little. The woman did so, arching at the same time as she felt Draco's glans find its way between her legs. And he entered her suddenly, pressing his chest against her back.

Hermione whispered her name again and Draco felt a wave of heat in his body. He picked up the pace as the witch pulled away from him a bit to lean forward slightly and deepen Draco's penetrations. He grabbed her hips as the water between them moved frantically. Pleasure skyrocketed in them and the instant he felt they were about to succumb, Draco abruptly pulled back, pulling an exclamation of surprise and frustration from Hermione's mouth. She turned and before she could even say anything, the wizard had pressed her against the edge, folding her legs against him and penetrating her sharply again.

Hermione moaned as Draco accelerated again, penetrating her always deeper. She clung to the back of his neck, pierced by bursts of pleasure with each thrust until she saw his face twitch. He finishes with one last explosive penetration, making them both cum as they let out the groans of pleasure they had been holding back.

Draco stayed inside Hermione for a few more moments as their breaths struggled to calm down. He was well, embraced in her arms, surrounded by all this vapour diffused by the hot water which enveloped them. He let go of her legs and rested his head on her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. Finally, he pulled his pelvis back slightly to withdraw and hugged her again when he got out. They stood there, not moving for several minutes, because neither of them wanted the moment to end. They were out of time, out of the world, as in a happy dream which belonged only to them.

Hermione wondered if they would see each other again when they got back to London. Once reality returned to them. She hoped so because she felt good with him. And when Draco fixed his gaze on hers, what she read there comforted her in that way. They had to find themselves at the end of the country to realize it, but now it was certain and they knew it. It was only the beginning of a long adventure which would testify how much they wanted each other and were meant to be together.

EDIT: Okay, actually no I really can't stop there. I won't add chapters to this story, but I will most certainly write a separate one shot to tell a bit of what happens in London. Here it is, it is said, I commit myself to it.

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