"'If we keep him on the ward I am certain his brashness will subside, his self-made rebellion will dwindle to nothing, and—'"
"Mm…I—Just like that." Hermione sighed, her fist tightening in his hair as his tongue wound deeper inside her.
"She smiles, knowing something nobody else does—"
"Draco, Draco please." Hermione sighed.
"'That our redheaded hero will cut himself down to something patients will recognize and lose respect for: a braggart and a blowhard of the type who may climb up on a soapbox and shout for a foll—'"
Draco's hand came on top of the taper player, harshly smashing down the button to get the noise to stop playing. The sound made Hermione flinch, but when she peeled her eyes open to see Draco leaning above her with glistening pink lips full of her wetness, all thoughts to scold him of his aggressiveness left.
Her hands reached up for him just as he lowered his body down to hers. Their mouths crashed together as he tugged his boxers off with one hand. Hermione swiftly kissed over his jaw and neck, biting at the connecting flesh and soothing her attacks with her tongue. She reveled in the pained groan that left his lips, then repeated her actions once more.
Draco pushed his hard cock between her legs, sinking himself deep into her soaking heat. Both sighed as he thrusted at a quick rhythm, neither wanting it to last long. They were needy for each other, no preambles of soft teasing needed. Only raw desire.
He suggested they listen to one of the newer audiobooks she had brought over when Hermione insisted they clean his home. Friday and Saturday were spent predominantly in the throws of passion. It was intense, maddening and highly, highly, satisfying. Sunday arrived in a blink and as it did, Hermione's realization they left his home in shreds.
They had broken a few of his picture frames and one lamp, which Draco fixed with ease as he admired her pretty blush when she saw the state of recklessness. Couch cushions were thrown haphazardly, his bedroom was nearly stripped of its sheets and pillows, and the kitchen…needed to be sanitized.
But as they finished their cleaning charms and set everything back to normal, Draco had pulled Hermione down on his lap and ran his hands 'innocently' over her thighs as they sat quietly and listened to 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.'
Hermione wasn't listening, not as Draco was drawing invisible patterns over her bare thighs. The pair of his boxers she wore rode high on her legs, leaving her skin susceptible to his greedy and coaxing touches. Fingertips trailed from her knee to just under the shorts, then back down over and over. The motions were tantalizing and its effect was Hermione fighting off shivers and squirms as the place between her thighs grew damp.
Perched in his lap and melting in his hold, Hermione tuned out the narration and focused on his long and careful fingers. He looked deeply concentrated on the story line, so Hermione stayed as still as she could, taking deep breaths when he tickled her hip with his delicate touches, anything to allow him a moment to listen to the audiobook.
Only very quickly did she realize he also wasn't paying attention. Draco was far more amused with her erratic breathing, the hitch of her voice when he scratched the fleshy part of the inside of her thigh and the way she tried to hide her blushing cheeks by leaning her forehead into the crook of his neck.
Soon he was squeezing and massaging her thighs, then he scratched her back, eliciting tiny and soft moans from her. Draco grinned and slid her off his lap, crawling in between her thighs with a devil-like smile as he told her to listen to the story.
Now Hermione had wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into the low of his back, hands clutching his biceps. He threw his cushions again, giving him more room to thrust, to hold her, to mark her as his. His cock was buried so deep inside, pulling her orgasm from the pits of her navel.
"Deeper." She requested and Draco adjusted his position, rising to his knees while holding onto her hips, keeping her locked around him. He pushed his hips, holding the thrust for a split second longer, giving her everything he had.
"Like that?" He asked with a smirk, seeing her mouth fall open and her eyes screwed shut.
"Yes, yes." She moaned through a hiss, her arm bracing above her head, tits bouncing with his rapid thrusts. Hermione's arousal was sliding down her thigh, dampening the tufts of dark blonde on his navel.
Draco watched the sight beneath him, entranced by her body, her reactions and the bloody feel of her wet cunt suffocating him. He threw his head back, shutting his eyes as the image was too much for him.
"Come for me, I need to feel you clench around me." He ordered, fingers digging into her soft skin.
Hermione reached between them, rubbing tight circles on her clit that added almost too much pleasure. Her thighs tightened, Draco's breathing picked up as he felt her walls tighten, and tighten, and tighten until—
"Uhh—Fu—Draco!" Hermione's hips rolled wildly, fucking herself on his cock and riding her orgasm. The sputtering of her walls made Draco to stop thrusting all together, whimpers and hisses forming in his throat as he watched her fuck herself on him until she was through.
Leaning down into her shaking body, Draco kissed all over her neck and wheezing chest. She shivered and shuddered, his cock still nudging her g spot as she tried to catch her breath. With hands sweeping over his sweaty back and lips bringing her back to reality, Hermione lazily smiled when she found his mouth.
"So good." He mumbled against her swollen lips. "Won't be able to get enough of you."
Her heart skipped at the words and she languidly ran her tongue into his mouth. Purposely, she clenched her walls, getting him to moan and part from her mouth with a smile.
"Witch." He said with a hiss. Hermione grinned with a sultry smirk and did it again, enjoying the way his pupils dilated just a tad more.
"Do you want to finish in my mouth?" She asked quietly, letting a leg drop from his waist and fall onto the floor. a small dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, the deep blue and silver of his eyes twinkling under the living room lights.
"Only if you want." He replied and Hermione leaned up, pushing him back with her hands. Draco complied with her silent actions, sitting back into his sofa and spreading his thighs for her to eventually sink down between. He grabbed her chin before she got off of him completely, kissing her sweetly as a silent thanks.
She hummed pleasantly, then pulled away to see the fire in his eyes, the look pulled at her stomach and she eagerly fitted herself between his massive thighs.
Kneeling on one of the throw pillows, Hermione eyed his slick cock with heavy attention. Her hand came to grasp him, the other bracketed his quad. With a quick look up, Hermione took in the sight before her; messy blonde hair, rosy cheeks, stormy colored eyes nearly black with lust and a small slit between his lips. He patiently waited, and Hermione lowered her mouth onto his tip, holding his eye contact, not wanting to miss the way she made him feel.
As soon as her lips closed over him, his jaw went slack and his chest began moving rapidly.
"Fuck—fuck Hermione." He mumbled lowly. It spurred her on, and so she took him halfway into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside of him and coating him with her spit.
Hermione's eyes finally fell shut, the residual taste of herself on him making her softly moan. With a gentle twist of her wrist she began jerking him off, and forcing him deeper.
Draco watched with eyes half open. Her wild hair pulled into a high ponytail, keeping her face open to him. The dark shade of pink on her lips held his cock so tightly, she sucked him hard, never going half arse. The thought nearly made him laugh, because when had Hermione Granger ever given a half arsed effort at anything? Work, school or bedroom activities related?
A particulalyr, orgasm inducing sight hypnotized him. A long dribble of her saliva drooled from her mouth and slowly rolled down his shaft just as she went back up to the tip. He felt her tongue push the spit forward and seeing her lips pressed against his head and the saliva covering him made a shiver crawl down his spine.
Draco automatically reached for her, needing her hand, or her cheek, or just to hold her head. Anything, but he always needed to feel her.
"I'm close." He warned and as she heard the words, Hermione bobbed her head, and reached for both of his hands with hers. She guided his palms on the side of her face, wanting him to control her speed. She returned one hand and continued to twist and suck, taking him as deep as she could.
Forcing himself to watch, knowing it would bring him to his end quicker, Draco viewed her mouth bobbing, his thick cock being stuffed down her throat and her meticulous hand pumping him.
"Fuck–yes, yes, so–fucking–good."
The sight was enough for his muscles to tense, a fire rolled through his stomach and he sucked in a sharp breath. Unable to contain himself, he brought her as deep as he knew she could take and thrusted a half inch up into her mouth, coming with a shout and her name garbled into a moan.
"Her–Oh, fuck. Hermione." His head rolled back onto the sofa, he emptied his load deep into her mouth.
Hermione blinked tears away as she felt his come spurt down her throat. She held him deep, waiting for the pulses to subside while slowly moving her hand over him. She slightly tightened her grip at the base, wanting him to give her every last drop.
Satisfied with her work, Hermione slowly withdrew her mouth, swallowing his load then wiped an extra spit off on her shirt. Draco, for whatever reason, was always quick to grab her before she could clean herself. Cuddling her into his arms and kissing her deeply even if her mouth was wet and her breath smelled of his climax. She meant to ask why he did that, but she certainly didn't complain.
Sprawled over his lap once more, him totally naked, her still in one of his reserved workout shirts, they kissed deeply, until they turned into sweet pecks and giggles at nothing in particular. Content and tired silence followed after, her head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around her, hands or fingers soothing her skin in the exact same ways that had gotten her riled up to begin with.
It was something that had happened after every sexual encounter they had since Friday. Hermione was slightly embarassed to admit how many sessions they had gotten in during the weekend, but she soon came to terms that no matter what sexual act they did, Draco would hold her, silently, and they would rest together for at least five minutes.
It was peaceful, a chance to physically be with one another in a different way, a different appreciation that wasn't primal or sexual. She enjoyed it and has come to prefer his need for physical touch, finding herself reaching out for his touch far more than she was previously used to.
After their silent embrace was coming to an end, Draco sighed deeply and kissed the top of her head.
"So much for cleaning." He joked and Hermione faintly smiled.
"And listening to the book." She added, hearing the grin in his voice when he replied.
"You mean you weren't listening? After I specifically asked you to?" He teased, kissing over her cheek, causing her to sit up straighter to receive his affection.
Ignoring his words, Hermione straightened out of his hold and stood, legs a bit weak and wobbly. Draco instantly steadied her with his hands splayed over her hips flashing a prideful grin up at her.
"We should clean and eat. Then I need to head home and get ready for my work week. As do you." She said, pulling him by his hands to get him to join her standing. Draco summoned his wand, then quickly sent a spell for the room to clean itself. He trailed Hermione into the kitchen, watching as she stood bottomless and only in his shirt, rummaging through his fridge for something appetizing.
A slow and steady smile spread over his features, and he patiently sat down at his island, watching her pull out random leftovers.
"Need help with anything?" He asked politely. Hermione raised on her tiptoes to peer at the top shelf in the freezer.
"Did we eat the rest of those lemon glazed cookies?" She inquired, knowing she put the bag in the freezer to keep fresh.
"Yesterday. It was our lunch after our shower." He told her. Hermione awakrdly remembered, thinking back to the way they had showered very late in the afternoon, then wandered into the kitchen in their towels, sharing cookies then proceeding to drop their towels and continue with their lazy sex on the island.
Draco had his hands clasped and elbows on the countertop, grinning madly when she sent him a look over her shoulder.
"Oh right." She mumbled embarrassed, then decided there was nothing that would make a good meal so she began pulling items out for cheese toasties. "You need more groceries."
Draco huffed out a laugh then rose from his chair, walking to stand directly behind her.
"I've been spoiled with fine home cooking. I haven't had to go shopping since I got out of the hospital." He said, standing beside her.
"How will you survive now with your former life returning? Work every day? Tasteless meals?" She joked, but something in her chest tightened when she thought of him returning to work tomorrow. Their time would significantly dwindle, and she was still unsure of how he wanted to fit her into his free time, if he wanted to at all.
"Well I'm still expecting meals every now and then. As long as your wards remain open for me." He commented smartly and Hermione vaguely hesitated.
She did in fact rework her wards. Hermione insisted Saturday afternoon that she bring some clothes over so she wouldn't keep stealing his. Draco argued, saying it was unnecessary and he had no intention of them leaving the house at all and all intentions of keeping her for himself. While her stomach fluttered, she still went home to grab a pair of clothes, just in case, she thought. And while she was there, she reworked her wards and floo, allowing one more person to come and go as they pleased.
She relayed the information as casually as she could once she returned. Telling him it only made sense in case he had medical questions or anything that required her immediate attention. Through her nervous ramblings and explanation, Draco forcefully grabbed her face and smashed their lips together, engaging in what would be their fifth round for that day.
Hermione snapped back to present day and nodded meekly.
"They will." She told him quietly, her heart aching when his lips pressed to the side of her forehead. "Are you happy to be returning to work?"
She asked casually and curiously, looking up at him to inspect his reaction.
"Potter and Robards have been owling me reports so I'm in the loop. Robards seems anxious for me to lead another mission next week." He explained and Hermione froze.
"Next week?" She repeated.
"Next week." He confirmed with a confused emotion splashed over his face.
"But—" She said, worry filling her eyes. "You just got out of the hospital not that long—"
"Almost a month ago." He interrupted, an intrigued face taking his features. Draco crossed his arms and looked at the flustered witch. "I'll be fine. It's my job anyways."
Hermione watched him shrug then shut her mouth. Her eyes trailed over the silvery sheen of his prosthetic eye, then down over the glinting scar across his face. She tried not to wince, but felt the motion beginning so she turned her head down.
"That's just…sooner than I would have expected. All things considered. You're still fresh from the hospital, a month isn't that long." She said, doing her best to control her concern. Draco was getting off on it.
"Doubting your healing abilities?" He asked with a lightness that did nothing to resolve her tense shoulders.
"Course not." She mumbled, focusing on slicing the cheese.
"Then no need to worry. I'll be fine." He assured her, watching her remain silent as she buttered the fresh slice of bread and placed it in the pan. After a minute of her silently wondering why the thought of him going on a mission was so monumentally troublesome for her, Hermione felt soft fingertips tug at her chin.
"Granger." He called her, her dark eyes meeting his. "I'm quite good at my job. In the last seven years I've been with the department, I've only ever gone to the hospital once. And lucky for me, my healer was literally the best in her field, I dare say I'm better than I ever was."
Hermione gulped at the quiet tone he spoke in, the careful words and reassurances. She never worried about Harry anymore, nor did she Ron when he was still an auror. But images of Malfoy's bloodied and bruised face, the gaping hole he had in his head and the way he looked eerily still in his hospital bed was enough to make her stomach lurch.
"If it puts your mind at ease, I can let Robards know I'm not ready for that soon of a mission. I think I would rather prefer a bit of paperwork for the time being. Get myself really caught up on what's been going on." He said. Hermione's eyes widened.
"Oh I—I mean, you don't need to do that for me. I don't—it doesn't bother me. It's…your job Draco, whatever you think is best." She tripped over her words, shocked that he had offered to do something for her peace of mind. It made her confused, and warm and impossibly selfish that she wanted to tell him yes he better do that. He wasn't hers and therefore, she had no say on how he lived his life, work or otherwise.
Draco didn't say anything to her puzzled response, he just bent down to kiss her lips then looked at the bread sizzling in the pan.
"Don't burn mine." He said, nodding down. Hermione looked at the bread and cursed, taking the hot sandwich off the stove that toyed the line of being burnt. She sighed in frustration and began making the next one.
"This one can be yours." She said, pointing to the new toastie. "I'll take the burnt one." She said almost with a frown.
But Draco took the crisper one, letting Hermione have the one that was done nearly to perfection. And when she gathered her items to leave for the evening, Draco insisted she keep his shirt, making a comment about how he didn't need it seeing as he had an almost unlimited supply. Then just before she left, he told her he would arrange the floo to his office too, so she could come through anytime she wanted.
Hermione nodded with a shy smile and wished him good luck for tomorrow. When she came home, his small gestures were on repeat in her mind, a satisfied grin marked her face as she slept peacefully.
Monday flew by for her. Back on the second shift, Hermione preferred the environment where work was plenty and breaks were slim. It gave her no time to think of Draco or how his first day was going. Or how others in his department might be greeting him, what they would ask him, how the women around him would find his new eye and scar appealing.
The thoughts made her sick to her stomach, so she didn't allow herself any breaks except to use the bathroom. Either luckily or unluckily, the day passed quickly. She was ready to soak in the shower and head straight to bed, not wanting a chance to second guess herself or the weekend she had shared with Draco.
He probably didn't tell anyone about her during his return. She imagined a fellow colleague asking him how he spent his time.
Nothing really. He would say. Spent the time alone with my thoughts, and visited my mother. I'm happy to be back.
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. Of course he wouldn't mention her, or their activities. It was private and would seem weird to any others.
I spent the latter half of my time shagging my healer. Hermione Granger? You may have heard of her. She saved my life so I fucked her as a repayment.
She shook her head and clenched her jaw. She was being utterly ridiculous. Bonkers. Mad. Insecure.
Another thought flashed through her mind. All the witches she'd previously seen leave the pubs with him being extra attentive during his return. The thought made her draw fists so tightly she was making half moons in her palms.
She couldn't tell if it was dread or relief when her shift finally ended. Returning home, she had all intentions of drowning her day in wine and slinking into the pits of her bed and duvet. Her home would be silent and empty. Not filled with Draco's amused hum as they listened to her tapes, not filled with savory smells as they cooked dinner. She was returning to emptiness, and Hermione, the independent witch, felt sadness creep over her that she would be alone.
She headed for the shower, taking a quick few minutes since her stomach was painfully rumbling for dinner. Her mind raced as she thought of Draco and she scrubbed harder and harder as if to erase her creeping thoughts of him and why they would never work.
Too busy for a relationship. Too busy to call. Too busy to have any free time. Too busy for her.
Hermione groaned in frustration and bumped her head into the wall of her shower. The cool tiles helped her regain some composure.
It was one bloody day for christ sake. Get a fucking grip.
She slid out of her shower, wrapping her robe around her body and started into the kitchen and forgoing clothes for now. Her hunger was imminent, and it seemed like a perfect distraction to drown herself in her leftover mushroom risotto then think about how she was obsessing over a man who wasn't even her boyfriend.
Most of the lights in her house were still off, and she didn't see the outline of the shadowy figure standing in the hallway rounding the corner the same time she did. So when her body collided with the stranger's, she screamed and immediately punched them across the face before yielding her wand at them.
"Fucking hell!"
With the snap of her fingers, all the lights in her house went on and there she saw blood dripping from Draco's nose as tilted his head up to catch the red liquid. He groaned in pain, eyes blinking rapidly to prevent tears leaking. Hermione stared in horror.
"Granger what the actual fuck?" He yelled, more in shock than in anger. Hermione's eyes widened and regret surged through her, but so did her reliable sense of argumentativeness.
"Malfoy!? What the hell! Why are you here—oh gosh, come here!" She frantically grabbed his arm and took him back into her bathroom, concern casting over her face as she saw blood drip pretty heavily down his throat. She pushed him onto the seat of her toilet, grabbing a fist full of toilet paper and telling him to hold it there while she grabbed gauze.
"I came to see you, but had I known this was a new way of greeting between us, I would have stayed home." He grumbled, wiping his nose and groaning in pain as he touched the part where she punched him.
"You bloody scared me! I thought you were an intruder! Merlin, you were lurking about my hallways—dark figure—I-I didn't know who you were!" She tried to defend her actions, knowing they were legitimate anyways but wanting to voice them.
Hermione walked back over to him, taking the bloody toilet paper away from him and cleaning his nose and mouth carefully. There was blood staining his teeth as he talked, she winced at the sight. It was extremely frightening.
"I had just exited the floo and all your lights were off. Maybe you should turn them on when you get home so any possible 'intruders' can't catch you off guard." He argued back, his tone a bit gruff but losing any real sense of irritation as she cleaned him up. He watched her with suspicious and knowing eyes, the gray of them hinting at something playful. "What intruder were you expecting to get past your floo and wards?"
Hermione stayed silent, their eyes meeting. Her ministrations paused as she thought.
"Well I—" She began but knew there was no defense to that question. The only people able to floo to her home were her parents, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Malfoy. Her wards were nearly impossible to penetrate, she redid them into intricate spell work every other month. The chances of a real intruder would be less than .01 percent.
When her stare returned to him, he quirked a brow, knowing the silent conclusions she had just drawn.
"I just got scared. I'm sorry." She mumbled and continued cleaning his face off. He chuckled a bit and even then she couldn't stop her own smile forming at the ridiculousness of it all.
"Never thought I'd be subjected to your right hook again. Who taught you to swing like that?" He asked and she grinned wildly.
"My father." She replied. "Being an only child and a girl made my father worry. So the summer before my first year at Hogwarts, he showed me the proper way on how to throw a punch. Knuckles and fingers flat so you don't break your hand, and follow through."
"Bloody fucking hell. You'd have a real shot at being a street fighter should you ever be strapped for money." He told her with a blood stained smile. Hermione grinned as a response but mumbled a scourgify and filled up a glass of water from him.
"The ultimate paradox. A healer and a street fighter?" She giggled and Malfoy stood up, swishing the water around his mouth before spitting it into the sink.
"Instilling fears while wiping tears. A witch that can truly do it all." He said, leaning up against the sink and letting her fingers trace over his bruising face. Hermione laughed then met his eyes.
"It's not broken. But you should take a minor pain relief potion so you can sleep through the night. A bruising salve too." Just as she began slipping her hands down his face, his own reached up and kept them in place. Her stomach warmed at the gesture.
"Thank you, my wonderful healer." He said with a grin before leaning down and sweetly capturing her lips in a kiss.
"You're welcome." She replied, licking her lips to savor his taste. When she peeled her eyes open, he was nearly laughing again.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you purposely hit me only so you could keep me at home and continue being my healer." His little quip made her roll her eyes and step out of their warm embrace. Hermione sent away the rubbish with her wand and threw him a smirk over her shoulder, seeing him grab the pain relieving potion from her cabinet.
"Caught me." She responded cheekily, heading in the direction of her room. Her heartbeat sputtered a bit when she heard his quick feet follow after her.
"Not complaining. But I'll come play patient, healer with you any time you want, darling." The soothing eyes teasing tone made her shiver and when Hermione looked over her shoulder, Draco was unashamedly waiting for her to remove her robe to change.
"Get out perv." She told him with a forming laugh.
"No." He said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest like a defiant little child. "I've had a long and grueling day. I'd like a reward."
Hermione snorted and snuck a pair of pajama shorts up her legs without removing her robe.
"Is that why you're here then? For a peep show?" She tutted at him then turned to remove her robe and quickly pulled a shirt over her head.
Draco was too slow to cross the room, and by the time he reached her, the shirt was hanging over her figure and she had turned around with a waiting expression.
"I thought you'd be inclined to sympathize with a long work day. I forgot how stupid some rookies can be and you should know I didn't yell at any of them. I deserve some reward." He said while eagerly reaching for her hips and dragging his hands up her bare back.
"And why do I have to be the one giving you a reward?" She challenged, unsure of what answer she even expected from him.
"Who else would it be?" He said, thoroughly confused, but the tender touches on her back didn't stop.
Hermione looked up at him, her expression softening.
"It couldn't have been that bad." She commented to his day and finally let her hands fall on top of his shoulders. Draco responded to the touch by bringing her body closer to his.
"It wasn't. Just long. Not used to spending my days in the company of anyone other than you." He commented fondly, though Hermione brushed it off. "How was your afternoon and evening? What's the second shift like?"
Hermione sighed and finally noted his attire. Black joggers and a cotton long sleeve that was burgundy. She had never seen him in a red like this, and the contrast between the dark red, his pale yet pinkish skin and the platinum blonde of his hair all matched up deliciously well.
"It's my favorite shift to work." She told him. "Since I still get to have mornings for myself."
Draco nodded then furrowed his brow.
"Have you eaten yet?"
She shook her head. "I was going too after I showered. I didn't prepare anything so… maybe just leftovers."
Hermione finished her sentence with a yawn, using her hand to block her face so she wouldn't blow air into his face. Maybe it wasn't such a smart idea that she didn't take any breaks today.
"Come on then." He nodded to leave her room, his hand on the small of her back pushing her forward. As they walked into the kitchen, he questioned how the rest of her day got on.
"Good. I'm training two new hires. Fresh out of school, though they seem promising." She said, watching as he pulled out a bowl and some cereal. She scrunched her brows. "Did you not eat?"
"No I did." He confirmed. "Around six. But I just want a small night snack."
"Well, it's more of a sugary snack. Muggle product." She commented, seeing Draco pour himself a rather large bowl of her chocolate coco pops.
Hermione warmed up her food, doing without a bottle of wine and instead grabbing some water. Draco stood at her counter, resting lazily as he hovered the bowl just below his mouth. It was an odd and yet, extremely arousing sight. Seeing him with milk dribble down his lips, his casual relaxed attire, feet crossed at the ankles, face neutral and calm. She liked him in her space, and it was the first time all day she truly felt relaxed.
"How long are you staying then? I don't mean to rush you but I am pretty knackered." She said, checking the time as she placed her plate in her sink, joining his bowl.
"You mean, you don't want me to stay?" He asked a bit jokingly. Hermione held onto her breath.
"I—Well you have work tomorrow." She said rationally.
"And so do you. But I'm the one waking up earlier." He countered with a smirk, stepping away from the counter and stepping to meet her.
"Exactly so…you should probably stay in your own bed. Get up without disturbing me." She reasoned, her chest flooding with warmth when he grabbed her hand and inspected her knuckles before kissing them.
"Granger, you could sleep through the Hogwarts Express crashing through your bedroom." He said knowingly and she frowned. "But I can take a hint. I won't stay. Tonight that is."
Hermione watched him kiss her hand again, but before he could release his grip, a noise emitted from her throat. Something caught between a whimpering protest and an actual word. Draco's eyes darted up to hers, clearly waiting for her to invite him to stay. She wanted him to, he wanted to, she just needed to ask.
"You can. I—that would be nice." She admitted softly, a heat crawling up her neck.
Her words were rewarded with another kiss on the back of her hand and then, her lips. A tender, tiring kiss that had her sighing and going slack in his hold.
A/N: I think two more chapters! thank you for reading!
