Chapter Two: Snuggles and Daydreams

A.N: Not as cheesy as it sounds. And be prepared for the very detailed sexual content in this chapter.

Disclaimer: The characters and setting of this story belong to JK Rowling, who I am not.

After finally being excused from the torture that is the Death eater meetings, I was allowed to apparate back to Hogwarts where I am currently finishing up my seventh and final year of school. I am looking forward to getting back so that I can engage in some quality time with my beautiful, doe-eyed girlfriend. She always gets anxious on days that I am forced to attend these meetings so I am pretty much guaranteed a good snuggling/snogging/sexual healing session upon returning to her. And I do mean snuggle in the most masculine sense of the word.

I report first to Professor McGonagall, as she is the new leader of the Order, to let her know any news that I might have learned from my father or any of his "acquaintances," then I hurry up to Gryffindor tower, where this year's Head Girl's quarters are. Stopping at the lion portrait guarding the entrance to her rooms, I give the password, Sexy Serpent, (Guess who came up with that one?) and slip quietly and unnoticed into the living quarters of my beloved Hermione.

It's quite late, but I am not surprised to find that she is not in her bed. As I said before, she gets quite antsy on these particular days and she says that she cannot sleep until she knows I am safe. Such is Hermione, so good and kind and beautiful, gorgeous really, and, and, and…okay, moving on.

I hear water running in the bathroom and smirk to myself when I realize she is probably in the bathtub and therefore, completely nude. My cock does a little happy dance in my trousers as I move closer to the bathroom door, slipping out of my clothing as I go.

I had meant to surprise her, not scare the living shit out of her. Upon opening the door, I saw my lovely Gryffindor princess sitting in the large tub, with her back to me, wearing some muggle contraption on her head. The eye-pod thingy she is so crazy about, I presume.

Anyways, I walk nearer to the tub and go to run my hand through her gorgeous, wild hair. My hand barely grazes her head before she is screaming, jumping out of the tub and tackling me to the floor in a split second. She stares down at me wide-eyed and panting, and then proceeds to attack me with kisses and apologies.

"Gods, Draco, you scared me! I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" Then she is pummeling me with her tiny fists. "Don't ever sneak up on me again! I could've really hurt you!" Realizing that I am naked on the floor, with a slippery, wet, naked Hermione straddling me, I am quick to forgive her. I apologize for startling her, and then pull her face down to mine so that I can taste her beautiful lips. Our kiss becomes passionate, needy, and I flip us over so that I am the one on top.

Knowing what we both need, I slip my throbbing cock into her heat, burying my face in her fragrant neck, resolving to be take my time with her next time, but needing to be inside of her so badly. I take her hard and fast and she is clutching me to her, moaning and groaning, calling out my name as she comes. The feel of her orgasm sends me into bliss with her and I call out her name in answer.

After, we lay together on the bathroom floor and I am kissing her nose, her chin, her throat. "Hermione, my lady love. My beautiful Gryffindor witch," I breathe into her skin.

"Gods, Draco, that was fantastic," she says, giving me a silly grin.

"I know," I reply smugly, and then I get to my feet, scoop her into my arms and make my way into her bedroom where I toss her onto the bed. Crawling in beside her, I spoon her from behind and bury my face in her hair. At that point, I believe I truly know what heaven is.

After sleeping for a few hours, I awaken hungry for her again. Still behind her, I decide to give her a wake-up call she'll never forget. Kissing the back of her neck, I run my hands all over her body, kneading her breasts, caressing her belly, and lightly running my hands down her legs until she begins to stir. When my hand reaches her lovely lower lips, I can feel that she is already wet for me. I lift one of her legs so that it rests on my hip and I rub her clit gently as I slide into her pussy from behind. She moans and pushes her bottom against me hips, urging me on.

"Oh Hermione, my love. My witch, my beauty," I moan into her ear. Hermione is a very aural person by nature and the same holds true during sex. More plainly said, she loves it when I talk to her when we are making love. Sometimes I like to throw her for a loop by being slightly obscene, telling her all the wicked, naughty things I plan on doing to her someday, but normally I just want her to know how much I love her while I am pounding my erection into her. I have to make sure she knows whose cock it is, you know. Of course, there is the particularly delicious fact that my cock is the only one that has ever been inside of her, and I plan on keeping it that way.

Her pussy feels amazing, all velvet heat, slick and clinging. I know that I will not last much longer so I increase my efforts on her adorable little love button. Fingering it, I tell her, "Come for me baby, let me feel how much you need me. I want to feel your beautiful pussy clenching onto me like it's never going to let go." I thrust into her deeply then and it does the job, for she yelps and her pussy indeed clenches onto my cock in a way that sends me over the edge. I'm seeing stars and black spots behind my eyes, and I know that I have never come so hard in my life. "Damn baby," I groan, "You are so amazing."

"I know," she says smugly, mocking me, and I punish her by tickling her and kissing her breathless. Laying over her, I look down at her, into her big, chocolate eyes. "I love you," she breathes. Looking into her eyes, I know that she means what she says. For some completely ridiculous reason, she truly does love me. I snuggle into her and we head for dreamland together.

Lucky for us it is a Sunday, as my Deatheater meetings fall on two Saturdays a month. Sunday for us means that we get to spend the whole day together, albeit hiding out in the Head Girl's dorm. Aside from Potter and Weasley, no one knows of our relationship and we both know that this is the best arrangement. For if word got to Father, my cover would be blown and Merlin only knows what those psychotic minions of Voldemort would do to my Hermione. But I won't think of that, I can't.

As per usual, we spend the day in bed studying together, snuggling, and making love. We order food from the kitchen so that we don't have to separate for even a few minutes to make an appearance in the Great Hall. Even Potter and Weasley manage to leave us alone on Sundays. Despite their earlier feelings for me, they have seen Hermione and me together and must know that what we have runs deep and is quite real indeed.

The only negative part of the day is that at 7:00 on Sunday nights, Hermione must meet with the Head Boy, Anthony Goldstein, to discuss head duties. Now, I realize that Goldstein has a girlfriend of his own, some sixth year Hufflepuff, I believe, but Malfoy men are possessive by nature.

After all, Hermione is the most beautiful, desirable, intelligent witch in the world. What self-respecting, red-blooded wizard wouldn't want to get her in his clutches? Therefore, it follows that right before she leaves her dormitory to meet Goldstein in the prefects' office, I have my tongue down her throat, staking my claim.

I'm struck with an even better idea then, and clamp my lips and teeth onto her neck leaving a vicious love-bite in the process. Ha, let her explain that one to the student body of Hogwarts. They'll probably just assume it came from Potty or the Weasel…Okay, THAT thought stopped me in my tracks. I turn back to Hermione, pull out my wand and proceed to vanish the mark away.

Hermione rolls her eyes and giggles and I know that she knows my thoughts exactly. I can't have people thinking that the wonderful, amazing Gryffindor princess lets either of those two wankers suck on her neck, or put their mouths anywhere near her, for that matter. Just to clear something up, even though Potter and Weasley and I are on the same side now doesn't mean they won't always be wankers to me.

After she manages to get out of my stranglehold of a hug, I give Hermione one last kiss and a firm pat on her hot little arse before she leaves me for Goldstein. Alright, poor choice of words, but I must admit that I am one pouty boy. Man, I mean (ahem).I watch her saunter down the corridor and then taking care so as not to be seen, I depart from the Head Girl's dormitory and get far, far away from the land of the Gryffindorks.

I make my way down to the Great Hall, hoping to get some dinner and plunk myself down between Crabbe and Goyle, my loyal oafs…friends, I mean to say. Pansy, Millicent, Blaise and Theo are sitting across from the three of us in the usual fashion.

Oh, I've been sitting here for two minutes, maximum, and I'm already contemplating hexing my foot off just for a distraction. Every where I go, inferior muggleborns this, yay for purebloods that, Voldemort is God, yada-yada-yada. Give me a break already. Oh well. I plaster a sneer on my face and settle in for a good old bout of daydreaming. In the most masculine sense of the word, of course.

A.N. Up next, more reflections on the beginning of Draco's and Hermione's relationship and another meeting with the Deatheaters. So, what do you guys think so far?