A/N: Here's the eleventh chapter. I'm sorry it took so long, but I have been busy and faced a bit of writer's block. I also want to apologize ahead of time for some serious OOC-ness that is coming. But hopefully you'll overlook it and enjoy the chapter anyways... I honestly did try to keep the characters a little more canon, but I couldn't (sorry kittyluvr). Enjoy!

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Draco and Hermione were walking down the stairs from the dorms to the Gryffindor common room, holding hands. They walked slowly and apprehensively, but they exuded love. As they walked through the room of rude gazes and hushed whispers, they knew that they would be the talk of the entire school within an hour, but they honestly didn't care. Hermione felt as if she had a two ton weight lifted off her shoulders and Draco was elated at being accepted, even if by Ginny and Harry alone.

As they were approaching the portrait to leave the common room Hermione paused and whispered something into Draco's ear. They both turned their heads slightly to look behind them, making sure all eyes were focused before Draco dramatically dipped Hermione and took her lips in a passionate kiss in front the majority of the Gryffindor house. The unanimous gasp that filled the room gave Draco the motivation to kiss Hermione deeper. They stayed in that position for a few moments, the kiss growing deeper, the passion growing stronger, but Hermione put a stop to the show before it got too mature for the still innocent first years. When the kiss broke, she stood up proudly, straightened out the wrinkles in her blouse, gave a flip of her hair and then grabbed Draco's hand again, proceeding to walk out of the common room as if nothing had happened. At that point Hermione realized that she would never be the same again. She didn't have to hide her true self. She didn't have to hide her feelings, her emotions, her love and she realized she would never would again. Draco sensed the changed, smiled inwardly, and held her hand tighter as they stepped out of the room.

As soon as the portrait shut behind them, the newly revealed couple burst into laughs upon hearing the bewildered chatter emitting from behind the portrait of the Fat Lady, who with all of the commotion looked utterly confused. Before the Lady could start asking questions, Hermione and Draco had started moving to their room at a fast pace. The pace of course was influenced not only by their realized hunger but also by their left-unsatisfied desires.

Hermione and Draco continued walking hand-in-hand. As they moved through the hallways they receive quizzical glances from not only every student they passed but also a handful of faculty members. Professor McGonagall, walking briskly as always, dropped her wand at the site of Hermione and Draco walking hand in hand. Before she was even able to realize what was going on, pick up her wand, and then ask questions, they were gone.

After thoroughly enjoying the walk from Gryffindor tower to their rooms, Hermione and Draco reached the portrait that formerly protected their only safe haven as a couple. "Terminae stultitae" they said at the same time, opening the entrance to their common room. As they walked into their room the scent of a magnificent meal hit their noses.

Draco turned to Hermione smiling, "I love those house elves."

"Oh Draco, I feel like we are taking advantage of them. They really shouldn't have to bring two meals to us in one day. And they must have put such an effort into that breakfast, which I didn't even eat. You know, we really should do something for them, like…"

Hermione was cut off by Draco's laugh. "Hermione, don't you realize that they love doing this? It's what they live for. It makes them happy to serve us in our room. Those elves probably dream about being able to serve all the students in their rooms. Besides, now is not the time to be thinking about the rights of house elves. Right now we should either be eating or perhaps snogging." Draco then gave a suggestive eyebrow lift and that trademark smirk.

The silver-eyed blond earned a slap on the arm for that remark, which Hermione playfully delivered followed by, "I guess you're right about the elves, but right now, we should eat. Have you even had a bite to eat all day?"

"No, but food was never on mind. Today, my physical needs played second to making you happy. But now that I've done all that I could do, I suppose we could eat. Would you mind bringing the food out here, so we don't have to bother with a counter-charm so I could go into your room?"

"I guess I could go get the food. But you will definitely have to help do something for the house elves later, you promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

When Hermione left the common room, Draco conjured up a fire and a table for dinner. He grabbed a couple of candles from another part of the room and lit them when placed in the center of the table. Hermione returned to a room accented by the natural glow of a fire. The golds, greens, maroons, and silvers that filled the room seemed to mold together, yet each color jumped out when flames flickered in certain directions.

Using her wand in one hand, Hermione levitated the tray and set it on the table. The other hand was holding a jug filled with pumpkin juice. Before she could pour some juice for both her and Draco, he took the jug and poured the delicious drink into two glasses.

Hermione smiled at Draco as she said, "So, not only are we having a candlelit dinner, but you are going to serve?" As Hermione sat down, Draco replied with a sheepish grin and Hermione went on to say, "Well then, serveur, I would like the roast beef, thinly sliced and red in the middle. Also, I would like a side of potatoes roasted with a little garlic and a warm dinner roll, butter on the side. And make sure that…" But Hermione was cut off by a brush of Draco's lips. Before she could latch on, he pulled away. She closed her eyes and lifted her fingers to where his lips had just been. She smiled, reveling in the ghost of his touch.

Hermione looked up at Draco, who was now putting gracious amounts of food onto her plate. He paused, looked at her, and said, "I better get a tip, you know. It's not often that I'm on the serving end of a meal."

"If this good service continues, you might get lucky." Hermione emphasized the lucky. "But if your service takes a turn for the worst, I may have to leave without paying."

"Trust me, mademoiselle, my service is never bad." Draco drew out the word service in a French accent.

Hermione broke out laughing, slightly hurting Draco's pride. When she noticed the look on his face she tried to hide her smile and told him, "I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at your terrible French accent. As for your service, I believe we both know that is nothing to scoff at."

Hermione thought she saw a slight blush at hischeeks as they made eye contact from across the table. Wanting to save him from any feeling of embarrassment, she looked at her untouched plate. The food looked delicious and Hermione wanted to shove the food into her face, but with self-control, she calmly grabbed hold of her fork and knife, looked up again at Draco and cheerfully said, "Bon appetit!" before diving into her meal.

Draco and Hermione finished out the rest of their meal in silence. Well, actually not in silence, just not talking. If someone were in the room with them, that person would hear nothing but forks hitting plates, knives scraping, lips smacking, and the occasional gulping of pumpkin juice. Once in a while Hermione and Draco looked up from their plates and at each other, and when eye contact was made, they smiled and made a silent pact to share a 'special treat' after dinner.

Once both of their stomachs were filled, the plates were cleaned, and the glasses emptied, Draco and Hermione moved to the couch and settled down comfortably next to each other. Draco's arm was draped over Hermione's shoulder.

"So…"

"So…"

"So, how about that tip?"

"Well, the food was delicious, the service was great, and the company enjoyable." Hermione looked up into Draco's eyes.

"Enjoyable? My dear, I'll show you enjoyable." And with that Draco captured Hermione's mouth in an enchanting kiss. The kiss was passionate and slow, as Draco drew Hermione's body closer to his. With his arms around her back, pulling her near, and Hermione's hands caught in his hair, they were both lost in each other.

But they were found as they heard a sudden, high-pitched squeak. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, please forgive Tildy. I was just, I was just coming to get to the dishes and tray. I'm so sorry. Stupid, stupid Tildy. Sorry. Stupid. Tildy. Sorry. Stupid. Tildy."

Hermione was caught off-guard as the small house elf began hitting herself with the dinner tray while alternating an apology.

"No, Tildy. Stop. Tildy STOP! There is no need to be sorry, nor to hit yourself. Now, it would be great if you could return our dishes to the kitchens, and even better if when down there, you could show Draco's and my appreciation for the wonderful meal. Maybe later, we'll slip down there for a visit, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am, yes sir. Tildy will do that right away." And with a pop, Tildy and the dishes were gone, leaving Draco and Hermione alone.

"Hermione, why did you tell that elf that we would go visit them in the kitchens? We don't even know where the kitchens are."

"Firstly, I know where the kitchens are, and don't ask how I know, and secondly, you promised to do something for them, remember? I know that they love being visited by students."

"Okay. We can visit them. I did always want to know where the kitchens are. I've been trying to find them since we started first year. How did you find them?"

"I told you not to ask. Maybe someday I'll let you know how I found out, but it won't be someday soon. Now about that tip, do you accept muggle money? Because that is all I keep here."

"Sorry mademoiselle, I'll have to ask you to pay in some other form. I will gladly accept any massage, or several types of kisses. What is most convenient for you?"

Hermione appeared to be digging through her pockets with a worried look. She turned her pockets out, showing their emptiness and then shrugged. She moved over to Draco and straddled his lap.

"Fresh out of massages, sorry." Hermione started to kiss Draco. First she kissed his lips until the taste of dinner was off of them, and then she started moving to his neck.

She was leaving marks everywhere her mouth had been and it was making Draco restless. He started to twist beneath her, letting her know how much he wanted her. She stopped kissing him and leaned back a bit to help him remove his shirt. Admiring his toned body with her hands, Draco took the chance to attack Hermione's neck. As Draco was sucking on Hermione's neck, collar bone, and lips, Hermione was running her hands up and down his back, dragging her nails across his sensitive skin and running her fingers through his blond locks.

Draco was loving the moment. Hermione was moaning softly, wordlessly asking for more. Draco answered by ceasing the kisses and looking at Hermione. He decided that she was wearing all too many clothes. She saw the look in his hungry eyes, so she lifted her arms as he moved the shirt up her body, revealing a perfect body in his eyes. He took her all in with lingering glances up and down her exposed skin. She put her hands behind her back, ready to unclasp her bra, but Draco stopped her. He put her hands down and pulled her towards him.

Draco looked deep into Hermione's eyes as he removed the last garment on her upper body. Hermione's breaths were shaky as he slipped the straps off her shoulders, following the trail of his fingers with his lips. When her bra hit the floor Draco took one of Hermione's breasts into his mouth, savoring the taste of her skin. Hermione gasped and arched her back as the heat of his mouth reached her skin.

"Oh Draco….Draco." He loved it when she moaned his name. He moved his mouth lower, trailing his kisses from one breast to the other and then down to her navel. He could hear her breathing hard, and he could feel the small tremors building up in her body. He laid her down on the velvety soft sofa and positioned himself over her. Capturing her lips, they kissed passionately, enjoying the dance that their tongues loved to do. Draco started moving lower, kissing her jaw, her neck, her collar bone, the valley between her breasts. His hands moved lower to unbutton the pants Hermione hastily put on earlier that day. Hermione's body writhed with anticipation as Draco's mouth moved from one of her breasts to the other, back and forth, relishing them both, just as his hand found her center of pleasure. Her back arched and her hips bucked as Draco massaged her clitoris with his all-knowing fingers.

Hermione's moans grew rugged as she approached climax, but before she peaked, Draco stopped and hushed her disappointed cry with his lips. After kissing as if making up for his actions, he moved down her body and proceeded to pull off her pants and underwear. Hermione lay in waiting, and soon Draco's mouth was where his fingers had been moments before. His tongue was doing wonders and Hermione was responding as if this were her first time with him, as if it were the first time she felt such sensations. Draco continued savor her body: he tasted her, licked her, sucked her, and drove her to her limit.

Her hands were tangled in her own hair and her hips were struggling against the strong arms that werepreventing her from bucking the way her body wanted her to. The deep breaths she was taking were released with moans and Draco's name. She was begging him to let her come. "Draco…please…just….Draco!" Hermione screamed out his name just as two of his fingers dove into her, pushing her over the cliff of ecstasy. He felt her body shudder with the orgasm, and he continued to push her with his hand and mouth. If she was begging him before, now she was pleading with her life. "Draco, I can't … anymore… I need you… I need you in me… please."

His own need was nearly growing beyond control. The taste of her and her moaning and screaming his name nearly drove him over the edge. But he had more control than that. He stayed focused on her until she needed him as much as he needed her. And that moment was here. He released his hold on her and stood up, then scooped her up in his arms. She made a sound of surprise as he picked her up and then she laughed as he whisked her away to his own bed. As he laid her down on the silver silk sheets, Hermione realized how long ago it seemed she was on these sheets last. She took advantage of the moment and enjoyed the cool of the sheets rubbing against the heat of her skin. Draco was watching her take pleasure in the feel of the silk as he removed his pants and boxers.

He stood at the edge of the bed, watching Hermione. Soon she opened her eyes and began watching him watching her. They weren't making eye contact but wereobserving each other. She noticed how perfect his body was, and even though his skin was pale, it was perfect. He didn't have any blemishes, not one. Draco was also admiring Hermione's body. Her skin was fair, and also without any major blemishes. She did have birthmarks speckled here and there, and he enjoyed looking so closely at her skin just to find them. They were admiring each other, both nude, both comfortable in their own skin when with the other.

Hermione then positioned herself so she turned on her side with her head propped up on her hand. "Come here, love." She beckoned him to her lay beside her. He did so without hesitation. Soon they were kissing and running their hands over each others body, knowing where to leave fingers lingering and where put a little more pressure. Draco was lying on top of Hermione, kissing her delicately as he ran his hands up the side of her body and to her hair. She was under him, writhing with pleasure and anticipation. She was tangling her hands in his blond locks and rubbing her legs on his. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted him to know it. She pulled her hands out of his hair, gently pushed his body away from her own, and then grasped his member, which was as hard as ever. He gasped in pleasure as she held him. Spreading her legs for his entrance, she guided him inside of her.

Hermione moaned loudly with the pleasure of their unity. She wrapped her legs around him as he started to rock within her. They moved together, finding a rhythm that was slow yet fulfilling. They rocked together, Hermione's legs around his legs, her arms around his back, her nails digging into his shoulders. He thrust in and out, loving her more with each pump. Soon their pace quickened with the need to reach that peak together. Hermione was meeting each thrush with one of her own. Their moans and grunts were lost in the swirl of emotion, need, desire, and love that filled the room.

They both felt their climaxes coming, and they didn't want to hold back anymore. Hermione came first, crying out Draco's name as she felt the waves of pleasure quake through her body. Draco came but a moment later, finishing hard with a body-shaking orgasm. They were one person for that moment, and one soul for the rest of eternity.

"Gods Hermione, I love you."

"I love you too, Draco" Hermione responded as she looked into the pools of silver that were his eyes. Within moments, they were both asleep, bodies still entwined, emotions spent.

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Well, there ya go, chapter 11 finished. I hoped you liked it. Hopefully the next chapter will be the last for this story. If you saw any mistakes, any at all, let me know. I didn't have anybody to beta this chapter for me. The password they used to get into their room means "End of foolishness" in Latin, but if anyone knows the correct way to say it let me know, my Latin is soooo rusty. My French also sucks, so correct any mistakes there also. Thanks again for reading and don't forget to review!