Hermione
The forest
May 1998
Light came in through the thin flaps of the tent, causing Hermione's eyes to adjust and flutter open. Her hands moved softly and found Draco's arms around her. There was something blissfully familiar about it.
She tried desperately to stay still, wanting to savor the feeling, but even the slightest adjustments from her caused a reaction.
His hips shifted against her backside, and suddenly his arms tensed. It may have been the awareness of their intimate position that brought him back, because to her disappointment, he removed his arms from her altogether and adjusted himself to the side of the bed, putting some space between the two.
"Did you sleep OK?" His tone was formal with her.
She moved to face him, and her heart clenched at the sight of him. His hair was tousled messily in a way she had never seen it look before. It was dreadfully charming.
"Yes, um, thank you for obliging," she responded with equal formality.
His eyes found hers then flicked away. "Don't worry about it"
What was he thinking? Or feeling? Or really anything! They just spent the night in the same bed together, he had to have an opinion about it. Right?
"This may be a strange question," Hermione's heart thudded, "but, the cup we stole.." he continued, revealing the question would have nothing to do with the two of them, therefore she had no reason to be nervous, "I know you said it has negative energy…"
"Did you have weird dreams?" He gave her a tight nod. "The same thing would happen to me when I wore the locket that had similar qualities to the cup."
Draco's eyes drifted down to the exposed chain resting on Hermione's chest. The locket itself was concealed just under the hem of her scoop neck tank top.
"No not this," she corrected, pulling it out so it could be seen. "My parents gave this to me."
His eyes lingered on the necklace until they drifted back to her face. "How did their memory alteration go?"
Hermione stilled. So did he.
"I didn't know I told you about that," she responded, propping herself up to a seated position.
There was a millisecond where something flickered behind his eyes, but he suppressed it.
"Potter told me."
She appraised his body language, finding it odd that Harry would have told him anything of the sort. Hard as she tried, she couldn't find anything out of order.
Sensing the need to change the subject, Draco moved to the side of the bed and retrieved his discarded trousers.
Something low in Hermione's stomach buzzed watching him place his trousers back on. It felt awfully intimate.
His head turned and inevitably caught her spying. She gave her head a shake and refocused on his face.
"I know I'm only on a need to know basis, but it would seem we should destroy the cup. Yes?" Draco asked, now leaning over to Hermione's clothes and handing her a discarded jumper.
Again, a pleasantly tense thrum near her core buzzed.
"I don't know if we can," she pulled the jumper over her head with a frustrated yank. Under the sheets, she undertook the arduous process of pulling on her denims.
"Why can't we destroy it?" Draco asked, following the now fully dressed Hermione to the kitchen.
She placed a kettle on the stove with a clink, and sighed. "We have only been able to destroy one, and that was with the Sword of Gryffindor. Nothing else would penetrate it."
"Are there other objects like this that have been destroyed?"
"Tom Riddle's diary was destroyed with a Basilisk fang," His brows rose.
"The book my father slipped to the Weasley girl?"
"Yes, and you know her name, don't be a brat." Hermione teased him. The start of a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"So a basilisk fang destroyed one of these objects, and the Sword of Gryffindor another?"
"The Sword of Gryffindor destroyed two," Hermione corrected him. "There was another item Dumbledore destroyed with it."
Draco didn't say anything for a moment. The water reached a boil and Hermione poured the steaming water into two mugs already equipped with tea bags. When she looked up, Draco was deep in thought, turning over scenarios in his mind.
She was torn on whether or not to tell him the truth about what they hunted. It didn't feel fair to do so without Harry knowing, but she knew Draco was trustworthy. He had already defected as a Death Eater, and helped them break into Gringotts.
She watched as he continued to think. He worked the edges of his jaw with his fingers in contemplation.
"Draco, we're hunting Horcruxes."
His expression contorted to shock, but Hermione noted, not confusion. He appeared to have knowledge of the dark practice.
"You mentioned three are destroyed. Plus the cup. There are more?" His voice was disbelieving.
Hermione steadied her face. "We are under the impression there are seven."
Horror and judgment lingered behind Draco's eyes. "What a psychopath."
"But you can see the problem. We can't be rid of him for good until we've destroyed each Horcrux."
Now past his initial shock, Draco resumed a contemplative look, nodding along to his own thoughts. Hermione handed him a cup of tea, which he took while keeping his focus steady on the ground.
A thought occurred to him. "Certain venoms and cursed charms can destroy a Horcrux."
Slowly, her lips curved to a grin, trying to suppress an ill timed laugh, but it escaped her. Draco cast her an incredulous look.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to," she shook her head, a smile still on her face, both hands holding her mug. "It's just, it would have been nice to have you around earlier. It took us months to even figure out how to get rid of one."
He watched Hermione as she smirked into her mug. When she moved her attention back up, her expression faltered at the serious look on his face.
"I can cast Fiendfyre and control it," Hermione nearly coughed up her recently gulped tea.
"That is near impossible. How can you be sure?"
Draco was a supremely gifted wizard, but having the skill to control a cursed fire would be something entirely else.
"In retrospect, it was likely an odd Father Son bonding exercise, but I was curious how to control it a few years back and my father taught me over the course of a few summers." he told her, his eyes drifting away from hers.
Hermione looked at him in stunned silence.
"So if you're OK with it, I say we destroy the horocrux and be done with it, '' Draco requested, his eyes drifting to the bag holding the piece of Voldemort's soul he wished to kill.
"Harry and Ron didn't tell me exactly what happens when you attempt to destroy it," she told him from several steps away. In the middle of a clearing, Draco positioned the cup on weathered cobblestones and stepped back as she went on, "but they did say it will try and fight you."
Draco surveyed the clearing, the cup, and finally Hermione. "Fight me how?"
She wrung her hands. "Ron said something about how it knows your deepest fears, and will use them against you."
"Did he happen to say if only he could see what the Horcrux showed him, or if it was visible to anyone around him?"
Hermione shrugged nervously, "He didn't say."
Draco's expression hardened, showing some hesitation. He looked back to the cup and pushed up his sleeves. Hermione caught a glimpse of his Dark Mark.
Watching him position himself in front of the cup only deepened her fears. It didn't matter how skilled he was, he was about to fight a piece of Voldemort's soul, and the danger that put him in made a lump form in the back of her throat.
"Perhaps we should wait until we reunite with Harry and Ron."
Draco gave a cocky look over his shoulder, reminding her of a version of him from school. "I think I'm fine without them."
She sighed and flopped her hands which had been bound tightly across her chest. "I know that, but you know, more of us could make it safer."
"It would only be more challenging to keep you all safe. I don't like this as it is with you so close."
Hermione huffed. "It's non negotiable. I need to make sure you're OK." her voice cracked at the end, and her neck burned fiercely with embarrassment.
His eyes averted elsewhere. "Just stay well back."
In the center of the mass clearing they found, Draco rooted his feet to the ground, and slowly brought his wand up to face the cup.
The space was perfect for what they had to do. It was an old, knocked down building a good distance from the Malfoy estate nearby. It must have been a grand ballroom in its prime. With no ceiling above them, and only cumbly stones as misshapen walls, the forest that had grown around became their roof. It was a sea of weathered gray and green cobblestoned rocks intermingling with dark green leafy weeds.
Hermione knew what to expect once he cast the spell. Draco had told her the gist of it. In order to control the flame, he had to slowly build its volume. At first, the flame would merely be a flicker from the tip of his wand. It would grow into a slightly longer lick of fire, extending slowly. The final move would be encircling the cup with the flame, and pulling the rope of flame as if choking the cup with a fire noose.
He drew a breath and gave one more look back to Hermione. She returned a tight smile.
The moment a flicker of flame protruded from his wand, pitch black smoke swirled around the cup, growing larger in mass as it rose from the ground and hovered just in front of where they stood.
"A Malfoy…." the disembodied voice of Voldemort hissed with both intrigue and shock. "...What a surprise. What a surprise."
Hermione wanted Draco to stop immediately but she knew she couldn't do anything.
"And your mind…." the voice rumbled; billowy clouds of dark vapor spun lazily over the cup, deciding what it wanted to become. "...your mind is like a fortress. All the more enticing, I dare say. Clearly there are secrets you wish to keep hidden. Things you fear that you wish for no one to know."
She watched Draco's neck tense as he maintained focus on the cursed fire.
Something like eyes amidst the smoke turned to face Hermione.
"Perhaps I should go for the girl then, oh her mind is more readily available indeed…" the voice declared.
"NO," his hand jerked as he bellowed back at the being. The flame jumped, but he quickly steadied it. But it was enough of a distraction to break him.
"Ah, a crack in your mind's defenses…" the disembodied voice spoke with glee. The smoke swirled in earnest. "All I needed was a crack."
The smoke transformed to a version of Hermione which looked so real. This version of her was in a small clearing. The scene developed to show stacks of random items lining the clearing, and at the center, a ratty old couch. A very familiar looking ratty old couch.
"A pureblood, born to nobility…" the voice went on, the amusement in its tone replaced by something more sinister. "you could have had everything, you could have served the Dark Lord well…"
The smoke added a version of Draco to the scene and in an instant, the lifelike versions of Hermione and Draco were intertwined, kissing passionately. Draco's arm jerked and he let out a grunt.
"But you decided to throw it all away, for some worthless, measly, mudblood," the words dripped out hatefully. Again, Draco let out a groan. He was struggling and all Hermione could do was watch in horror and morbid fascination.
"And even then, even after you threw it all away, you left her. You gave her to the people you hate most! And you let her forget it all. Because you, Draco Malfoy, do not believe you are worthy of being loved."
Hermione felt herself take a step towards him, but stalled. As much as she needed to go to him, to protect him from this, she couldn't risk his safety by interfering with his spellwork.
His flame was now extending out inch by inch. The smoke, sensing his progress, swirled again, this time showing Hermione in a new setting. She was wearing white, standing next to Ron.
"No matter what you do, whether I win or lose, you will never get to be with her," the voice hissed, "because even if I lose, even if somehow you best me, which I highly doubt, you'll always be a former Death Eater. Someone who hated her dirty blood. She'll never see beyond that."
Draco's flame jumped ahead. His chest was moving rapidly against stiff shoulders. Licks of flame tried to escape the controlled rope Draco formed and his arm jerked forward, reigning it in.
"Or…" the smoke spun once again.
The length of the flame was nearly around the cup when the smoke produced its newest scene.
A version of Hermione laid in Draco's arms, dead and bloodied. Her death looked gruesome, but all she could focus on was the smoke version of Draco holding her, and how he screamed over her dead body.
"If I win, she will die. I promise that to you, Draco Malfoy. She will die a horrible, and torturous death for her blood status. Death will be a relief to her after the things done to her…"
With a painful grunt, the flame fully surrounding the cup, Draco yanked his arm back pulling the flame tight, combusting the cup. The wizard fell to his knees with a thud.
A tinny, inhuman scream rang out as the smoke dissipated all at once, leaving them in the clearing with no evidence of the recent events, other than a broken golden cup, now covered in a tarry substance.
Hermione rushed to Draco's side. She knelt in front of him, watching him take great gulps of air, but she couldn't see his face. It was buried in his hands.
"Draco…" she approached him like a wounded animal. His posture was defeated, drained. "Draco…you did it."
And as happy as she was that they were rid of a Horcrux, her mind could only focus on one thing.
"Did you see the smoke?" Draco asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes…"
His hands dropped to his side and his body shifted backwards until he was sitting back with his knees propped up. He wouldn't look at her.
"I'm sorry that you had to see that."
She tried to angle her head until he would look at her, but he refused. An inclination she had been turning over in her mind for days crept to the surface.
"Draco…" his eyes finally met hers. She moved herself closer to him, angling her body to be against the length of his shins. "The vision on the couch, that happened didn't it?"
His eyes tried to move from hers, but she was more forceful about holding his gaze this time. She leaned into him, placing her hands on his knees.
"I keep having this dream. Each time it is in the same spot and always with you," Hermione explained, her voice going soft.
The look he gave her was that of disbelief.
"You wiped my memory, didn't you?" she finally asked.
For the longest moment, he said nothing, but didn't look away from her. When her eyes narrowed for an answer, his chin fell in defeat.
"You shouldn't know anything Granger."
"But I do!"
Her eyes trailed to where her hands rested on his knees. Touching him evoked nostalgia that couldn't be linked with a specific memory, instead an intense, all consuming feeling.
His hand moved to his thigh, looking as if it was going to take hold of her hand, but it lost momentum, and moved back down to his waist.
"Tell me the truth," she demanded.
His eyes went steely and serious. "We can't come back from this."
"I want the truth," she persisted, leaning the full weight of her body into him.
He took a deep breath as he held her gaze.
"The truth is..." he paused, and before he could convince himself to stop, he went on, "the way I feel about you goes beyond anything I thought possible to feel. I will do anything for you. I'll burn the world down happily for you, because I'm in love you."
His voice quaked at the end, but as the words came to life, the cracks that had formed deep within the hidden memory burst apart. Disjointed memories of touches, of moments, came flooding to the front of her mind.
The wizard before her looked broken, the seriousness in his expression now gone. It was like he had lost everything.
But Hermione felt like she had gained it all back.
"Kiss me."
He gave her a twisted look, like she was toying with him.
"Please, kiss me." She was desperate, and it came through in her raspy voice.
"You don't remember Hermione. You can't…" he shook his head. He could no longer look at her.
Already at his knees, she pushed them apart so she could move herself directly in front of him. He studied her carefully as she approached him.
"I feel it, Draco," her hand tentatively reached for his face. "I know I feel it and even before any of this was confirmed, I knew I had to be around you. All I wanted was to be around you. I never thought there was any chance you could ever feel what I was feeling."
The muscles in his jaw worked under her hand.
"Please, kiss me." and before the words were fully formed, Draco pulled her into him.
When their lips met, lights popped behind her eyes. Her eyes closed tightly, sending a tear trickling down her cheek.
He kissed her in a way she knew was not the first time.
A flash of a memory: The library. The first time they kissed was in the library.
"The library," she panted out between kisses.
"How..." Draco replied breathlessly before taking her mouth again, then parting "...could…" another kiss, "...you know that?"
Neither seemed fully capable of stopping the momentum.
He gripped her against him, their bodies firmly formed to one another. The skin under her shirt felt electrified.
Another memory: his hands on her, over a silk dress. The dress she wore to the Slug Club party. They didn't go together. No. He was the one that found her with Cormac, after he attacked her. She hadn't fended him off, Draco had.
"Slug club party.." Hermione gasped, reaching her hands through his hair, pulling his mouth into hers. She couldn't stop. "It was you."
Draco craned his neck back, keeping their faces in close proximity.
"This is impossible, how are you remembering all of this?" he gripped her face tenderly, his eyes drilling into her warm brown eyes looking for answers.
She shook her head, and a tear she hadn't realized formed fell down her cheek, "I don't know."
He watched her like she was a miracle. At such close range, staring at the hue of his icy blue eyes aided in the recovery of more hidden memories. It all remained muddled, but what couldn't be mistaken was the feeling associated with each.
Something about winter break. They wrote to one another for weeks.
"You read Pride and Prejudice," she told him, and she couldn't help but smile.
Outside in the cold, there was snow. And a snowman. She felt him behind her, holding her closely, grazing a kiss to her temple.
"You built a snowman with me," it was coming back in a rush now. She remembered giving him a gift. "I gave you something that night."
His hand reached down into his pocket, producing an item. It was what he twirled in his hand the night she found him in the kitchen.
"You gave me a metal otter."
A painful, disjointed vision when she was on the beach. She thought she had seen her own Patronus run to the cottage. But it was never hers. It was his.
She didn't think her heart could take any more of this. The seams holding her together were ready to pull apart. It was obvious to her now.
"I'm in love with you," the words nearly took her by surprise, but they were true. His eyes widened.
She marveled at the wizard before her, the one that pulled her into the past, and was defining her current reality.
Slowly, she leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against his lips.
For good measure, with each of her tiny hands on either side of his face, she told him assuredly. "Draco, I'm in love with you."
He inspected each pupil, his eyes bouncing frantically between them, looking for any form of falsehood that could be behind them.
But he couldn't find any doubt in her eyes. As hard as it was for him to believe, what looked back at him was someone who loved him.
He held the sides of her face in place. Acceptance that she understood finally settled within him. "I am in love with you."
The words broke whatever restraint each had. They exploded into each other once more, their lips desperate to find their match.
They found a way to a standing position, their hands clawing the surfaces of one another, refusing to let go. Fear of this going away seemed to threaten each of them.
Draco's momentum pushed Hermione firmly up against a half fallen wall. With a barrier behind her, his body pressed into her enduringly, using the leverage to take her mouth with his slow, pulsating dips.
A feeling both new and familiar creeped along the ridges of her lower belly. Between her legs, a building thrum of tension took shape.
His mouth had moved from hers to the nape of her neck, nipping at a spot just below her ear. A moan escaped her that felt heavy and heated.
Before she knew what was happening, she felt herself pressed into the sensation associated with apparating. When they emerged, they stood outside the wards of their tent.
"I'm sorry, I should have warned you."
She regained a sense of stability but it was shook loose with the ravenous look he delivered to her. Her chest thudded in awe at what stood before her. An incredibly talented, exceptional, and devastatingly handsome wizard. And he loved her. And she loved him.
Hermione reached back up to him and yanked him into her.
He lifted her in a swift movement, and instinctually, she wrapped her legs around his waist, neither wasting time in tearing themselves away from the other's mouth.
He held her firmly as he brought her into the tent, her hands grabbing at his neck. They breathed each other in as their kisses turned into slow, leisurely licks.
Without discussion, the two ended up at the singular bed within the tent.
By the look on his face, he hadn't thought out his path and what it could infer. He tentatively set her down.
"This is probably a lot for you," his hand grazed down her shoulder, over to her hand. She twisted in his grasp to take hold of it.
The hesitation in his voice surfaced more memories.
With a painful pang at her core, she realized they had done much more than kiss. He had made her come.
"Did we…" she all of a sudden felt very vulnerable, "ever have sex?"
He kept his eyes on her as he shook his head no. "We knew it was a possibility that we would have to wipe your memory. It didn't feel right."
Heat was pooling up through her chest. Her free hand found his waist and thumbed the edge of his buckle.
"I wanted to," Her eyes scanned midsection, and moved back to his mouth.
"You had said you did but…"
"No, I know. I wanted to."
She pulled Draco down to the cot with her. Tentatively, she placed one leg on each side of his hips, keeping her eyes locked with his.
Again, she kissed him, at first slowly, until both of their rhythms picked up into a feverish pace. Their hands desperately searched for more.
His hand moved under the hem of her shirt to her thin cotton bra. One finger at a time, he moved his hand under, grasping the fullness of her breast. She transferred a moan into his mouth as he moved his thumb over her nipple.
Their bodies rocked into one another, and she felt the overwhelming need to do more, to feel more of him with every movement.
She reached down and shed her shirt, discarding it to the side hastily. Draco's hand moved to her back, unhooking her bra, slacking the tension of the piece against her chest.
He leaned back from her and one strap at a time, moved it off her shoulder, until it fell between them as he watched.
Eyes hungry, he looked down at her breasts, and back up to her face. Her chest pounded, sending the locket resting on her sternum up and down.
"You are so fucking beautiful Hermoine," he cursed, bringing her face against his. He pulled away. "I missed you."
And even though she couldn't remember everything in sharp detail, she knew she missed him too.
"I missed you too" she spoke into his mouth, her body against his. The pads of his fingers climbed up her torso, grazing her breast gently before slowly lifting the locket over her head, placing it delicately over to the side.
She pulled him back in and kissed him, at the same time reaching for the hem of his shirt. She tore the thin henley over him until their bodies were bare against one another.
Grasping Hermione's thighs, Draco moved her under him. She watched with rapt attention as he began the process of unbuttoning her pants. Deftly, he moved her jeans down, discarding them to the side.
He stretched himself out next to her, taking her mouth with his again. Eventually, his free hand moved lower on her belly.
When he got to the hem of her panties, he stopped.
"Can I?"
A bubbling heat roared just outside of range from where his fingers stalled and Hermione nodded.
Her body clenched with pleasure the minute his fingers passed through her folds. The pressure between her legs built as his fingers moved deliberately over some magical spot. Her hips angled into his touch, and he took it as a signal to move lower, and deeper.
He slipped a finger into her and the shudder it sent through her caused her to grip onto his back for stability. She dug her fingernails into his skin lightly and hissed against his neck in pleasure.
Her brain was trying to surface more memories, but her body refused to acknowledge anything other than the present. She wanted new memories.
His finger moved in and out of her, angling upwards and dancing around a spot deep, and overflowing with pressure.
Her core wound tighter around his finger, and when he placed another one in, she thought she may explode.
"More," she found herself whispering between kisses, rocking into his hand.
Her free hand explored the expanse of marble skin across his arms, and moved down lower, over his toned stomach. They rested again, right at his belt buckle.
Mindlessly, she felt her hand undoing the latch, and before she knew it, was unbuttoning his pants.
His hand stalled in her, and she wanted to protest. His face took hers in seriously.
It was an unspoken question that passed from him to her. Their bodies were already intertwined, glistening with sweat.
"I want to do this," Her hand moved to his face. "I'll never go back to not knowing. We tried to suppress it but couldn't." her thumb moved over her jaw. "I can't forget loving you."
"I'm so fucking in love with you Hermione," it tore through his lips as their lips met again in a blast. Her hands moved back to the zipper of his pants.
She removed his pants and boxers, and knelt in front of him. Her heart thundered as she lowered her panties to the bed, moving out of them one leg at a time. She watched him, his body propped up on his elbows, as he watched her.
He reached his hand out and pulled her down towards him, their naked bodies finally meeting one another. The two hummed as their lips met again.
Lying alongside him, she could feel his hard length against her stomach.
Her nerves temporarily rose, knowing what it was they were about to do. But it softened with each slow kiss and steady rock against her body. Whatever tension there was simmered into longing. She didn't think she had ever wanted something so badly.
With his weight held above her, he scanned the contours of her face with heavy eyes. She felt a gentle push against her thigh by his knee as he opened her up to him.
A finger swirled yet again at her opening and it was quite apparent she had grown wet under his touch, a fact Draco acknowledged by the twitch of his length and a low, subtle moan from his lips.
Draco moved to his discarded pants to retrieve his wand, then pointed it at himself.
"Contraception charm."
He chucked the wand away with abandon and leaned back down into the length of her body. Her fingers moved across his now tense shoulders. Each muscle shifted and felt eager as he angled himself into her.
Patience was never a strong suit for Hermione and the low throb at her center needed to be addressed. She rocked her hips up and into him, feeling his tip gently press against her opening.
The pressure of him against her grew, and she watched as Draco tipped his head back in anticipation. She moved herself once again, pressing firmly against him until he entered her. Her eyes burned and her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace as he positioned himself into her.
She watched him find her eyes right before he brought himself completely inside her. She gripped at the skin of his back while he groaned into her neck.
It felt tight, and a bit uncomfortable at first. He lifted his head away from her shoulder and sought her out.
"How do you feel?" his length moving gradually out of her.
"Good," she told him.
He pushed into her again, taking his time, watching her for any reactions. The tightness faded away, replaced by a pleasant feeling of fullness.
"And that?" he questioned, biting back his own pleasure
"Good," she held onto his shoulders as he pulled back again. This time, when he brought himself into her, the nerve endings inside came to life, and her whole body felt connected.
His eyes never left hers; he watched her as guided himself into her, her hips meeting the motion he set. She couldn't stop moving her hands over him. They were in search of some outlet to release the building excitement.
"Draco…" she reached for his neck. She saw the desire in his eyes, the restraint he was showing. Pulling him back down to her mouth, she gasped when his hips thrusted with more precision into her. She yelped a satisfied moan.
Adjusting slightly, he moved his hand and worked the cluster of nerves just outside her opening. The mounting sensation of the pressure within her, and the electric sparks radiating from where his fingers touched her was disorienting.
Feeling him moving in and out of her, the pressure and fullness it gave her, was intoxicating. But watching him, seeing the pleasure on his face, drove her to near madness. With each of his thrusts, the feeling of him growing even harder inside of her, she felt herself coil around him, intense pressure building.
Grabbing her thighs, keeping himself inside of her, he moved her on top of him, their chests plastered together in the movement.
The new position felt fuller, like she needed to adjust to make room for him. When she finally rocked her hips, an intense shock of pleasure ripped through her.
"Oh my god," her fingers curled at the nape of his neck, digging into the soft skin. Her body clenched around his and he let a low hiss escape his lips.
His mouth found her breasts now leveled with his face. He traced patterns all along the sensitive skin, moving her up and down on top of him as he did.
When his tongue found her nipple, her hips bucked erratically without his urging. He flicked his tongue against her again, causing the same response.
Her mind was a frenzy as she grinded against him, the two working together to find that spot within her driving her wild.
His finger found the cluster of nerves outside of her again, and she couldn't hold back a deep groan of his name into the air.
Their pace quickened, each nearing their own breaking points.
"Draco," Hermione's voice hitched as she worked herself over him, "more…need you…"
The words didn't make sense. She hardly knew she was saying things out loud. All she just knew was she was about to come undone.
Their eyes locked as she continued to rock back and forth against his length. In a swift movement which took her breath away, he flipped them, pinning her.
His body was against hers, gliding softly while rocking himself into her harder. Each thrust made her clench harder around him, the spot inside her building to a boiling point. Spots of light popped all around her.
Draco's hand grabbed the side of her face, snapping her blissfully tight eyes onto his. The crystal depths of his irises felt dark and syrupy. Just beyond them, the nearing of his own pleasure was evident.
The pressure reached the point of no return. Her chin turned softly, but his hand held her attention in place, not letting her look away. He keenly watched her wild expression, casting his attention down between them, then tipping his head back into a guttural groan.
Her core beat rhythmically around his length, each movement sending a new surge of bliss over her body.
"Fuck," Draco's eyes were pinched, but his eyes wouldn't stray from her. His intense focus coiled her rapidly, and the clench from within her earned her another sound of pleasure off his lips.
Right before it all came undone, her hand grabbed his face, and their eyes connected.
A simultaneous reaction of bliss and release overtook her, a climax which made her gasp his name uncontrollably.
With a final thrust, he sent shock waves over her already quaking body, and fell into her, his head falling into the crux of her neck. His final moans of pleasure released directly to her ear.
The two laid there, sweet sweat clinging to their bodies, each taking great gulps of air to catch their breath.
Draco moved himself to her side, propping himself up on one arm. His free hand coasted the expanse of her naked body, sending fresh chills through her system.
As she watched him, her skin flush with pleasure, and it wasn't computing how she was capable of feeling all she was in that very moment.
Flashes of newly uncovered memories continued to creep into her mind as they laid together. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, and it would seem the same could be said for him.
After a time, Draco angled himself to take hold of her face, a gesture she was growing fond of, and brought her to his lips.
He kissed her slowly, pushing his hand into her hair, humming happily against her lips.
When they parted, his fingers firmly woven into the depths of her hair, his pupils danced back and forth, taking in her curious expression.
"I'm never letting you go again." his eyes conveyed that his words were a promise.
Hermione smiled against his lips, hoping her response communicated the same sentiment.