Summary: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger lives together in the Malfoy Manor. They have a perfect relationship, or so Draco thought. Hermione suddenly leaves him. Could he convince her to come back? Post-Hogwarts and HBP didn't occur

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Chapter 5 – The Magical Night

The silence of the night was broken when two bodies suddenly appeared in front of the quiet building. The male was holding the woman's hand tightly, if not possessively. The woman fumbled a bit with her wand, whispering, "Alohamora" at her closed door. The sound of a click determined that the finally it came unlocked.

The blond man tugged the woman gently into the pad. As soon as they closed the wooden door so that the prying neighbors wouldn't see them, their two lips crushed together as their arms tightened against one another.

Finally the two seemed to lack oxygen and finally separated themselves from one another. Draco's heated gaze looked deep into Hermione's cinnamon eyes asking for her approval. The woman couldn't help herself. She gave a jerky nod.

The gray eyes smiled before Draco hugged her and groaned throatily, "Ah, Hermione…I missed you so much" A shudder went through his lean body, "I never knew how big my bed was until I no longer have you in it".

Hermione as a response kissed the throat in front of her, "I missed you too."

Draco gave a satisfied groan before he claimed Hermione's rosebud lips in a kiss that shook her to the roots of her being. The brunette's lips parted beneath his, as the warm tongue of Draco thrust deeply into the hot cavern of her mouth. Draco's hands molded her to him, the feel of the trust of her breasts warm against him, the points revealing how aroused Hermione's was already. They shuddered together.

It had been much too long for both of them, and emotions were quickly spiraling out of control. Hermione gasped as he felt Draco's lean and deft fingers releasing the zipper at the side of her gown to capture the treasure within. As his fingers were making their magic, the trembling of her body was accompanied by a pleasurable ache that began at the center of her womanhood. The tingling quickly spread all over her body.

"Let me look at you", Draco's eyes were dark with emotion as he gazed down at Hermione's state of clothing. Her once immaculate hair that was so carefully French-braided at the salon was now tumbling down at her glistening shoulders, her lips swollen and loved by him, the beautiful gown of lace and silk being held up only by the arms at her side.

He raised his eyes to Hermione's face, "You're so beautiful, Hermione." He stroked her finger against the baby-soft skin of her cheek.

Hermione closed her eyes against his tender touch, unbelievably aroused to see her ex-lovers' gaze upon her appearance.

Then as she opened her eyes Draco was capturing her hands against him, urging her to unbutton his black robe. Hermione's hands shook as she releases the buttons from their holes. As soon as the robe fell at the carpeted floor, Draco's hand pulled Hermione into him, making him feel the hardness of his thighs. He moved sensuously against her as his mouth fastened against the silken shoulder of Hermione. His opened mouthed kisses made goosebumps break all over her arms.

As the kisses moved all over her face Draco rasped against her, "I need this Mione...Tell me you need it too." His voice was uncharacteristically earnest.

"I need you", her words were unconsciously more personal than his.

His molten steel gaze settled first on her silky satin eyes before on her moist and panting lips, "Then I'm waiting."

Hermione was surprised. She blinked her eyes to try and clear the sexual haze and understand what he meant, "What?"

"I'm waiting…" He smiled ruefully, teasingly but gently, "To be invited to your bed. I've always invited you to mine before".

True, Draco had always invited her to his but never she inviting him to hers. "Alright, It's the door at the end of the hall. You already know that."

"I want the words Hermione," Draco whispered to her.

Hermione was nervous, not really knowing why, "Do you want me to beg?"

Draco closed his eyes, "No! I just want you to need me enough to ask."

Hermione felt the want, the need, "I need you tonight, Make love with me Draco"

He shuddered his reaction, his gray eyes darkening with his desire, "This would be my welcome home from France," His voice hoarse, "The one I wanted, the one I imagined for us."

The anger was gone from his tone. Only disappointment was in his voice, the disappointment of finding her gone from his home. Hermione was glad he couldn't know what it had cost her to be gone.

Draco tightened his arms, and then pulled Hermione's arms to curl around his neck. Easing her gown down, the silk and lace creation slithered down the floor. He lowered his body and captured Hermione's beautiful legs against him. He carried her bridal style towards her room, the darkness enveloping them both.


Hermione stirred at the middle of the night, feeling a warm and heavy weight across her waist, a large hand cradling her breast. Realization dawned to her as she recognized the muscled arms that embraced her petite frame.

She slowly turned to not disturb the man beside her. Having an unexpected chance to finally study him as he sleeps, Hermione took the chance to really look at the man who she fell in love with a year ago and whom she loves still.

His eyes fluttered in his sleep as if having a dream. He was smiling slightly as if the dream was a pleasant one. Gone were the creases that sometimes form between his blond brows whenever there is something that does not please him.

Hermione smiled as she observes him. She still feels the love for him. She feels that this would never change. She often says that she loves him but he never said the words back. Because of this, Hermione wondered if she really has a place in his heart or is she just one of his conquests. She knew that she had gone far more than the others, having lived with him for one year, but without the words, she felt that the sweet actions that Draco would often do for her when they were still together was something of automatic practice for his girlfriends. She sighed. She pushed the thoughts away. This was her magical night. Her last night.

As she sighs, Draco slowly opens his slumbering gray eyes. He blinked and as his eyes slowly focused on her face, his famous smirk formed on his red lips, "Liking what you see?"

Hermione smiled meekly at him, "If I do?"

Draco's arms around her gave her the answer. It pulled her to him while his mouth plundered hers slowly but thoroughly. His hands wandered behind her spine, settling her against his hard thigh.

She wriggled making him groan, "You minx!" He laughed slightly, "You shall be punished!" He rolled Hermione beneath him making the covers slide off their naked bodies. He tickled her ribs, knowing that she couldn't defend herself like this.

Then just as suddenly his attack, Draco stopped and looked at Hermione gently. His face dipped unhurriedly and kissed her again, but this time slowly and achingly tender. He kisses her so leisurely all over her body that at the final moment before she reaches the height that Draco wanted her to achieve, she cried out his name so loudly that it brought tears to her eyes. Draco followed suit as he felt her insides quiver around him. Finally, they lay on the bed, with Draco on top and Hermione under him.

Draco planted a sweet kiss on her neck and moved to her soft moist lips, "If this is the effect absence has on you, I'll have to go away more often" He whispered teasingly to her.

As they lay down on the bed together, Hermione knew that Draco was still playing the game, imagining that he had just returned from his trip, that the bitterness of the last few weeks hadn't happened. She preferred it that way too. She did not want to think of the consequences of what they were doing.

"If you had taken me with you we could have had this every moment we wanted," she teased, half serious, wishing that he had never given her the time to decide to leave him.

"I wish I had done so Mione!" his suddenly haggard voice squeezed Hermione's heart, he pulled her closer, "maybe then you hadn't…"

Her fingertips over his lips silenced him, "This is your first night back Draco, lets not waste any moment of it."

For a moment, Draco seemed lost to her, his thoughts tortuous, and then he shook off the darkness of those thoughts, his eyes turning silver gray once more, "No, let's not waste any moment of it,"

The remainder of the night was spent trying to make-up for the lost hours, moments and pain that both had suffered. As Hermione was slipping off to slumber, Draco once again draped his arms around her protectively, possessively. As he watched the brunette's breathing go steady, Draco settled his silver blond hair against Hermione's head. He kissed her parted lips gently and whispered, "My Mione…"

And with that, he went to sleep.


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