A/N this chapter goes Rated R all the way, so if you're uncomfortable with an R rated scene, please please please do not read it, hehe

okie, you were warned!

Chapter 34:

Hermione searched everywhere for Draco, she had no idea where he went, and couldn't think of a place he would be. Yet she kept looking for him. It was raining and thundering but nothing could stop her.

She walked down the empty street looking into the darkness, trying to see something that wasn't there. She was cold, her body started to shiver, and her mind started dozing off. Her wet dress glued to her body. The thin white material became transparent, but to her, nothing mattered.

"Draco!" she yelled to no avail. "Draco!" she tried once more. Still there was no response. She turned her head left and right, searching for the blonde that captured her heart.

'What am I doing?' she thought to herself. 'I have no idea where he is and I'm looking for him, yelling like a madwoman.' Yet nothing stopped her. She knew her attempts were failing but she didn't care.

Draco thought he heard the echo of his name, but figured he was just hallucinating. He kept on walking, thoughts still swirling in his head. He knew he should tell Hermione what he found out, but he didn't know how to say it.

Three blocks away from what he called home, he noticed a girl walking down across from him. She looked like she was searching for somebody. When he looked harder, to try and see if he recognized her, he heard her yell out his name.

"Hermione." he yelled, and hurried towards her. He couldn't help but notice how astonishing she looked. Dressed in all white she resembled an angel. His angel. The angel of love. The tight fitting dress was all see through now, and Draco couldn't help but keep his gaze on her stunning body.

Hermione was soaking wet and was starting to give up the search when she heard her name being called out. 'Oh my God, Draco! He's here, oh my God.' her head was yelling feverishly. She looked forward and saw him, looking sexier than ever.

His hair was all wet from the rain, and it was billowing in every direction due to the force of the wind. He was walking tall, his lean muscles traced by his wet t-shirt.

She ran to him, faster than she had ever run before, the rain drops hitting against her face. She jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and her legs around his torso. He hugged her as a smile crept on his gloomy face.

Hermione leaned in towards him, and rested her head on his shoulder. Draco couldn't help but indulge in the sweet smell of her hair. He brought her chin up with one hand and slowly leaned in to kiss her.

He kissed her lips at first, sucking on her upper and lower lips. He tasted the salty raindrops on them, and felt the softness that drove him wild. He kissed her deeper and deeper, exploring every corner in her mouth, as his insides exploded with eagerness and want.

He brought all of his misery and pain into the kiss, converting it to passion and love. He didn't realize how much he missed her in the short hours he spent without her, as he didn't realize how much he needed her comfort. Oh how much he needed her to kiss all of his troubles away.

Hermione's worries had swept away momentarily. She was lost in the kiss. She greeted his tongue with hers, welcoming it to her mouth. She teased and played with him, and was very pleased when she felt his reaction to the kiss. She had a strong fire burning inside her, on any other occasion she would be scared to get burned, but she knew that this time it was safe, she wasn't mistaken, she did love him, and she couldn't wait to get home and prove it to him.

The rain poured onto their faces, drops making their way into their lips in between pecks. Draco pushed her wet hair back, and ran his fingers on her back, moving them up and down her spinal cord, sending chills through her body.

They pulled away from the kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Hermione's eyes burned with fire, and sparkled with love. Draco's eyes showed some grief and sorrow.

"Where were you, my love?" she asked, pecking his lips once again.

"My father's grave." answered Draco, awaiting her reaction.

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Lucius was dead and Draco was devastated. She felt hot tears form in the depths of her eyes, and felt she must do something, anything to sooth his pain away.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." she said sniffing, she couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She never did like Lucius, but she felt Draco's pain. A few tears rolled down her cheeks for his loss, and for his obvious hurt.

"It's ok, nothing we can do about it." replied Draco as he pulled her into another kiss and started leading her towards the house. She was still in his arms, her legs were still around his torso. He carried her all the way to the house, regardless of his tired body.

When he reached the house, he kicked the door open and walked in heading to Hermione's bedroom. He started kissing her neck, savoring the mixture of the sweetness of her skin, and the saltiness of the raindrops. She threw her head back in ecstasy as a moan escaped her lips. She felt the skin under his lips burn, as a tingling sensation shot across her body.

Draco placed Hermione on the bed, and stood above her, kissing her eyes. He kissed the remainder of the tears in her eyes. Tears she cried for his loss, and for his misery. He was very shocked to see tears in her eyes over the death of a person she loathed, yet he did. It made him understand just how much she cared for him.

He stood up on the floor ripping off his shirt, and unbuttoning his jeans, tossing the wet clothes to the side. She raised her arms, beckoning him to return to them. He admired he way the thin of her wet dress clung to her body. He stepped into her arms and laid her gently on the bed as his lips once again found hers.

His nimble fingers found the zipper of her dress and he unzipped it slowly. Hermione felt goose bumps erupt where his warm hands gazed her chilled skin. He peeled the straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress down slowly, planting soft kisses over every inch of newly exposed skin; Taking his time and enjoying the taste and the feel of her.

When her dress had finally been tossed aside, he sat up and took in the sight of her. He never would have thought a bookworm such as Hermione would have the body of a goddess. He traced the subtle curves with his fingertips and a small sigh escaped her lips. Draco couldn't hold back any longer, he brought his mouth down and devoured her lips. Only leaving them to trail kisses down her jaw line to her neck. His lips followed the path his fingers had taken before and when he reached her bra he expertly flicked it open and tossed it aside.

Draco kissed his way down to her breasts, he inwardly moaned from the pleasure of touching them. He kissed, caressed and sucked on each breast, causing explosions within Hermione, and making her heart beat faster and stronger than ever. Hermione arched her back with pleasure, causing her hips to move even closer to his manhood. She bit her bottom lip victoriously when she felt his reaction to her body poking against her.

Hermione felt her body getting prepared for what was to come. She felt her insides burst with pleasure, and it showed by the newly found tingling sensation in her. She felt the need for him, the unimaginable desire for him. She needed him to complete her and to make her whole. She needed him to calm the wild storm that was taking place within her.

He raised his head and looked into her eyes, they were magnificent, they burned with fire, and indicated that she was prepared. "Hermione, I love you." he said, and kissed her lips once more, sweeping her with chemistry, without even giving her a chance to reply.

"Now this will probably hurt you, but I promise I will try my best to make it as painless as I can; and I will be so gentle, I swear. I love you so much, I don't want to cause you anymore pain." he said breathlessly, kissing the tip of her nose.

"I love you too, Draco, and I'm ready. Don't worry about the pain, I'm sure it'll be swept away with your kisses." she replied, her lips finding his once again.

There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away

An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you

Draco tore the last piece of garment off of Hermione. He then picked her up, while kissing her flawless body, and placed her in the middle of the bed, bending over on top of her. He kissed her stronger and deeper; he brought all of his love into the kiss, and felt her love for him being expressed as well. He caressed her hair, pushing it back gently, and looked deeply into her eyes. He then covered her eyes with fluttering kisses.

And can you feel the love tonight
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far

After Draco kissed Hermione to the point of bursting, he started preparing her for what was to come with his fingers. He took his time, and was very gentle, making sure she wasn't hurting. Her pleased moans told him she was enjoying his caress, and he made sure to bring her to full satisfaction.

Once he couldn't hold himself any longer, he did what he longed to do for a very long time. Since he first walked into this house to be exact.

He entered her and made her whole, for the first time in her life. While feeling completely whole himself. Whole like he had never felt with anyone before. He fulfilled her, and she felt so amazing.

And can you feel the love tonight
How it's laid to rest
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best

At first Hermione was scared, not because she wasn't ready, but because she didn't know what to expect. She thought she would burst from pleasure when he caressed her, and prayed for that feeling to last forever.

Draco moved in her, slowly and carefully, trying to do everything he could to prevent her from further pain. He kissed her body, trying to distract her from what was happening. It helped a little, but he knew that she felt great pain nontheless, and felt selfish for the strong pleasure that burned within him.

He tried to look calm on the outside, but on the inside he felt indescribable ecstasy. She was his, finally his. No matter who said or did what, they loved each other, and they proved it tonight, by making love. He never thought that with the right person, a thing as casual as sex, would feel like heaven had come down on him.

Draco had virgins before, but it was nothing compared to what Hermione felt like. She was like an angel, sent to him by the Gods. She was so clean and pure, she wrapped him with her love as she permanently settled in his heart. He loved her before, but now he knew he would love her forever.

Hermione had tears sliding down her cheeks. They weren't tears of pain, although she felt pain nontheless. They were emotional tears. She was so delighted that the guy who took her virginity was that worthy. He loved her more than she ever thought possible, and he did everything he could to make her happy.

Draco noticed the tears on her face, and wiped them away with his fingers.

"Does it hurt that much, love?" he asked with a concerned face.

"No, my love, I'm not crying because of the pain." said Hermione, shushing him with her lips.

There's a time for everyone if they only learn
That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn

A few more minutes of love making was all Draco needed. He did all he could to end it quickly and to prevent further discomfort to his girl.

He took her right hand in his, and placed it on his heart. He wanted her to feel it's beats, to feel just how much he cared for her. To prove to her that it was real. She placed his right hand on her heart, indicating that the same was true for her.

There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours

Draco and Hermione lay in each other's embrace. Exhausted from the love making, yet filled with happiness.

Draco was hurting when he came back to her, and like always she found a way to make all of his problems go away.

They fell asleep hugging, their right hands placed on each other's hearts. Their hearts beat in perfect harmony and unison. They were one, they were whole, and nothing could break them.