In Draco's estimation he was the most cunning and caring of boyfriends. Granger was going to have no idea what hit her. He patted down his robe pockets once more to check that all his shrunken purchases remained inside, then apparated away.

Whoops.

He'd meant to apparate down the block from her home, but his fuzzy brain had instead dropped him in the bottom level of her house. At least he now knew her wards wouldn't mutilate him. Chuckling to himself as if being dismembered by Granger's protective magic was positively charming, he checked again on the status of his many pocketed items. Now to execute his grand entrance.

Draco Malfoy did not do elaborate romantic gestures. They were degrading, unbecoming of a man of his social standing. Which meant this plan for Granger right now was a singular, momentous event, and he couldn't wait to see the look on her adorable face. No doubt she'd be swept right off her dainty little feet and directly into a lengthy bout of vigorous lovemaking in her bed. Yes, she would be simply thrilled, enchanted even, at the sight of him and the never ending floral arrangements on his person. "Oh Draco!" she'd cry. "This is just too much, Draco! Thank you ever so much, Draco!"

Yes, that is exactly how this was going to play out. She currently only called him by his given name during the throes of passion, but by Merlin he was sure he'd wangle it out of her with this display.

Drunken logic is a funny thing, and this was the lesson Draco stood to learn firsthand.

As he came to the top of her first floor stairs, he made sure to run a hand through his platinum locks to arrange them just right. He was certain he looked quite debonair in his black robes and lightly mussed hair. She was going to bloody swoon. A further brilliant thought occurred to him, and Draco removed a few of the miniaturized bouquets from his robes. He restored about six or so large ones to normal size and gathered them up in his arms before knocking confidently on her door.

He heard muffled voices on the other side of her door and wondered with whom she was speaking. Probably herself, he reasoned fondly, his little swot often mumbled to herself under her breath all the time.

But when the door swung open, the Hermione Granger on the other side did not swoon at the sight of him. She stared at Draco, mouth agog, as she eyed him from head to toe.

"Malfoy? What on earth are you—?"

"Evening, Granger," he drawled in his most alluring tone, leaning against the doorframe. He felt himself slide a little down the jamb but quickly caught himself. A few flower petals shook to the floor.

"Why are you holding all of those flowers?"

"And they said you were brilliant. Come now Granger, surely you must know these are for you," he teased and swept past her into her home.

He turned to face her with a charming smirk on his face, and expected to find her smiling in return, but she still had that confused look that bordered on irritation.

This wasn't going the way he envisioned, not at all.

"Are you drunk?" she accused and Draco scoffed.

"I'll concede that it's possible as I may have indulged in a few beverages with Theo, but I managed to apparate here just fine, thank you."

He thought he heard a snort of muffled laughter from somewhere behind him, but his alcohol addled brain must have imagined the noise.

"And you decided to bring me flowers tonight?"

What was with the interrogation? Couldn't a bloke just bring his girlfriend flowers?

"I did!" He tried for a winning smile and set all the bouquets in his arms haphazardly on her hall table, taking no notice when several tumbled to the floor. He began emptying his pockets then, Hermione's eyes growing wider and wider with each batch of flowers he produced and brought back to their normal size.

"Since I didn't know your preferred flower, Theo convinced me I should buy one of each."

"One of each?"

"Yes, I've brought you one of each bouquet they sell in the shop." The florist hadn't been too pleased when Theo and Draco stumbled in five minutes before closing time to demand they be served, but changed his tune right quick when the two men bought everything he had in stock.

When he'd completed his task of producing every single flower from his robes and setting them on her hallway floor, he looked up at her with an excited grin only to be met with an exasperated expression. Hermione's entire front hall now resembled an overflowing greenhouse and for some reason, she did not seem overly pleased by this. Shouldn't she be throwing herself in his arms by now?

"Malfoy," she said slowly, as if speaking to a child. "What am I supposed to do with an entire floral shop's worth of arrangements?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something," he stated confidently and sauntered up to her. His vision was a little blurry, but he was certain his steps were mostly steady towards her. When he was right in front of her, he reached out a hand and caressed her cheek, his brain ignoring the warning signs of her brows furrowed together and lips pulled in a frown. "For starters though, how about you kiss me and take off your clothes?" But as he leaned down to capture her lips, she placed a firm hand on his chest and exclaimed hurriedly, "Malfoy, Ginny is here!"

A sudden burst of loud laughter came from behind him and Draco whipped his head around to see Ginny clutching her side, bowled over in mirth.

"Oh my… I mean… wow… I … cannot… this is just… Merlin..." the redhead gasped between fits of hysterical laughter. Draco's mouth dropped open as Ginny wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. This was not supposed to be happening, not to him. And then his fuzzy brain remembered: he'd just crashed their girls' night. The girls' night Hermione had repeatedly told him about when he'd made plans with Theo.

Fuck.

"I'll grab some vases for all this," Hermione mumbled, sounding embarrassed and swept past Draco into her kitchen. This left Ginny grinning smugly at Draco while he tried to recover some of his dignity.

"Weasley," he greeted her coldly.

"It's Potter."

"Huh?"

"My last name, it's Potter."

"Whatever."

His rudeness did nothing to deter her amusement at his expense.

"This was quite the gesture, Malfoy, I didn't take you for the sappy type."

Draco went for a nonchalant shrug. "Granger deserves to be showered with the finer things in life. I'm happy to provide that for her."

"Come now, Malfoy," she intoned in a begrudgingly accurate impersonation of his voice. "Surely you must know our Hermione isn't to be swayed by material objects."

For some reason, her innocent teasing raised his hackles. "Yes, well what else have I got to offer her?" he spat, and surprised even himself with the harsh honesty of his words.

Ginny raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. She regarded Malfoy coolly for a moment before slowly approaching him. Draco drew himself up to his full height, prepared for an onslaught.

"For the record," she said softly and laid a gentle hand on his arm. "Her favorite is hydrangea."

"Hydrangea?"

"Yes, those ones there," Ginny gathered up a bouquet of white, purple, and blue flowers that Draco recognized as being particularly plentiful in the spring and summer months. She handed them to him and offered a tentative smile. "There, that should get you laid tonight," she stated and Draco rolled his eyes.

As Ginny strolled along the hallway of flowers, stopping to smell a few, Draco cast a worried look towards the kitchen where he could hear Hermione muttering under her breath and running sink water for vases.

"I think she's quite cross with me at the moment," he admitted.

Ginny shrugged. "Well of course she is, but you know her, this will blow over soon. Just be your usual, uh, charming self."

Draco scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "That's what the flowers were for."

"Trust me, the way she talks about you, the flowers were most unnecessary. I, however, will have you know my favorite are tulips," she plucked a bouquet of them from the floor.

"Take those with you then, make Potter jealous," he replied with a smirk.

Ginny shot him a wicked grin. "Ooh, you are a crafty one, aren't you? If I tell Harry some other bloke gifted me this beautiful arrangement I may be in for the shag of my life when he gets home."

Draco winced in disgust but before he could bite out a scathing retort, Hermione returned, levitating several water-filled vases in front of her.

"Did you say you were leaving? You don't have to go, Gin." Hermione's eyes slid to Draco and narrowed a bit. Shit, he was in trouble.

"No, I probably should be on my way anyway. Your boyfriend has sufficiently wooed me with flowers so I'll pass him off to you for the remainder of the evening."

Hermione didn't even crack a smile. Damn it. "Are you all right to Floo?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes, mum. I've got quite a ways to go before that becomes an issue."

"All right, then, give my love to Harry and I'll see you Sunday."

Ginny made a show of sniffing her bouquet and clutching it to her chest. "Thanks ever so much for the lovely flowers, Malfoy!" He glared at her and she cackled as she stepped through the fireplace.

The silence left in the wake of Ginny's mirth was deafening. Hermione directed a few vases to various shelves and plopped several bouquets in them. Draco stood silently, feeling more foolish with every passing second, while Hermione then busied herself with clearing up the empty mugs and bowls from her table left over from Ginny's visit.

Draco sighed and sat heavily on the couch as she retreated to the kitchen momentarily. When she stalked back out, she leveled her eyes at him. "I'm all out of Sobering Potion, so we'll have to sober you up the Muggle way. Here," she set a glass of water in front of him and two tablets. "Muggle medicine. You can have some tomorrow too. It's not instantaneous and won't do much tonight, but will probably save you an aching head in the morning. Drink all that water."

Draco nodded dumbly, and did as she bade, only hesitating for a moment before swallowing his first dose ever of Muggle pills. He gulped down the water while she moved about the living room, trying to find suitable places for all the flowers. Eventually, he heard her give up and she vanished the rest of them.

As she made to stalk past him again, Draco called out to her. "Granger?" Stuffing down his pride when she turned to face him, he said softly, "I can go if you like." He stood and slowly approached her. "Here, Weasley said these were your favorite." He handed over the bunch of hydrangeas. Hermione pursed her lips but accepted the offering nonetheless.

"It's Potter. Thank you," she replied stiffly. "You don't have to go," she sighed and motioned for him to sit back down, then sank into the armchair facing him. She reached forward and carefully set the hydrangeas on the coffee table. "But I think we should talk."

Draco swallowed the nervousness in his throat as his palms started to sweat. He was a complete and utter idiot and this is how Granger was going to end things: with him still experiencing the vestiges of drunkenness on her couch after making a fool of himself in front of the She-Weasel. No need for a potion, water, or weird little Muggle tablets, that thought in and of itself was doing a bang-up job of sobering him quickly.

"I'm sorry!" he blurted before he could stop himself. "Look Granger," he scooted forward to the edge of the couch and spoke earnestly. "I didn't mean to interrupt your evening. Things with Theo got out of hand tonight, and really, we were just riding the excitement of the evening—told him all about you, he's quite supportive, actually—and you know, we hadn't seen each other in so long and wait until I tell you why—and we had this idea—well it was Theo's idea, really—to buy you and Sasha flowers and obviously I drank an awful lot and it slipped my mind about you having plans—and obviously it seemed a good idea at the time to show up unannounced with arms full of flowers—and then—"

"Malfoy!" Hermione held up a hand to stop his rambling and Draco snapped his jaw shut. "All I wanted to say was that in the future, whisky or no whisky, I'd like for you to respect my time with my friends, and I do hope this level of alcohol is not a regularly occurring event, that's all." She finally gave him a small smile, and Draco felt like a man reprieved of execution. He sank back against the couch and ran a hand through his hair.

"Good… that's good. I'm sorry, really, but Theo shared some good news and we got carried away at the end there."

"Am I to assume that was about the Sasha you mentioned in your little rant?"

"Er, yeah. He's happy, truly happy. I've never seen him like this, ever." Draco grinned, thinking about how deserving the reserved and tightly-wound Theo was of finding a worthy woman.

"He sends his regards, by the way. I never realized, but he's quite an admirer of yours."

"Oh? Well I look forward to properly meeting him."

"You'll get your chance next Saturday, he wants us to have dinner with him and his girlfriend," Draco said and took another sip of his water. Hermione furrowed her brow in thought. "I think that works for me. But tell me about his girlfriend! Did she attend Hogwarts? That name isn't familiar."

Draco smiled widely. "Not surprising because no, she didn't attend because she couldn't attend Hogwarts." He leaned forward conspiratorially and set his glass back on the coffee table. "She's a Muggle."

Hermione gasped. "What? But… how?"

Draco shrugged, amused at her shock. "He met her in a pub a year and a half ago. They're quite serious, apparently."

"She doesn't know, does she? That's he's a wizard?"

Gods, his witch was so perceptive. "Ten points to Gryffindor. He'd like us to keep up that pretense next week when he introduces us as his normal, non-magical friends from boarding school."

Hermione chewed her bottom lip in contemplation. "I suppose it's all right, for now. Let's see how dinner goes. If I think anything untoward is going on, I won't hesitate to intervene," she warned.

"Relax, Granger. I've told you, you'll get on with Theo once you get to know him. Do me this small favor for my friend, yeah?"

Hermione grinned back at him. "All right, I'll do it. Which means you'll owe me a little something in return and since Ginny already agreed, the night before we're having dinner out with her and Harry."

"Potter?"

"No, the other Harry that I'm best friends with," she said witheringly. "Yes, the Potters."

Draco set his mouth in a grim line. "I suppose this meeting had to happen eventually," he drawled. This was a positive step right? She wanted to make their relationship known to their friends, he should be glad she's not so ashamed of being with him. But at the same time, Draco couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding at letting the outside world into their content, hidden bubble. Ginny was one thing, but Potter and the Weasel were going to be a whole different game given the years of bad blood.

"It'll be at a Muggle restaurant to prevent either of you oafs from setting the other one off and whipping your wands out in public."

"I see. Is that what you two witches discussed this evening? Us whipping out our wands?" He gave her a lecherous grin and Hermione giggled.

"Maybe," she teased airily. "But Ginny had some news to share… she's pregnant!" Hermione gushed with a wide, joyful smile.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Delightful, more Potters and Weasleys roaming the earth." Hermione smacked him on the knee.

"Oh, hush, let me be ecstatic for my friends. Harry always wanted a family, and Ginny was saying he wanted to tell me and Ron together personally but then he got called away for—"

As Hermione continued to babble happily about her friend's news, Draco became mesmerized by her face. She was stunningly alight, glowing with the thought that her friends were experiencing this wonderful milestone of life, and it was this, thought Draco, this innate ability of hers to feel such unmitigated love for those around her that made him want to hold her to him and never, ever let go.

I am okay with this.

Draco removed his outer robes as she chatted, nodding along to show he was listening. Leaning against the back of the sofa, he undid his tie and crossed his left ankle over his right knee, then unbuttoned the top button of his white Oxford. He saw it then, the flicker of her gaze. It tracked the movement of his fingers as he performed the innocent task of getting more comfortable, and though it was but a subtle gesture, he saw her throat bob, just for a second, and then she was back to conversing.

Caught you, Granger. She'd shown her hand, and as she excused herself to finish some clearing up in the kitchen, Draco's whisky-fueled confidence returned in full force.

Hermione really needed to get a grip on herself. She was supposed to still be cross with Draco for showing up and barging his way into her night with Ginny, but damn it if he didn't look positively delectable in that suit and robes. The genuine affection with which he'd discussed Theo hadn't hurt his cause either. Hermione couldn't recall him ever speaking so warmly of another person.

Huh, Theodore Nott has a secret Muggle girlfriend. Who could have predicted? She had to admit to herself, she was curious to meet one of Draco's friends, if only to see another side of him. Speaking of seeing another side of him, she'd just about lost her train of thought when he removed his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. Really, the man had barely done anything remotely sexual and she'd immediately wanted to climb into his lap.

Hermione felt her cheeks burn as she scrubbed out the two mugs of tea from earlier in the evening. Yes, occupying her hands was a good idea at the moment, so they wouldn't be tempted to start pawing at Draco who, again, she was supposed to be cross with for drunken, poor decision-making.

Speak of the devil and the devil appears.

She looked up and saw a flash of white reflected in the glass of the kitchen window. She hadn't heard him approach but suddenly Draco stood right behind her, leaning casually against the island.

"Merlin! I didn't even hear you sneak up on me!" She gasped. She saw the reflection of Draco smirk and heard him chuckle.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's all right," Hermione said, and returned to her task in the sink, avoiding his eyes. Now that she knew he was so close, she was having a harder time concentrating on the simple chore in front of her. Had she cleaned this mug already? Was it always so hot in here? How could he smell this good from such a distance?

Hermione felt a looming presence behind her, and looked up into the dark window serving as a mirror to see Draco had moved closer.

"You know," he drawled. "I find it so curious that you choose to perform some household tasks the Muggle way." He was a hair's breadth from her now, his hands resting on the counter on either side of her, caging her in. She was trapped, and she'd be lying if she denied how much it thrilled her.

Hermione made no response to his comment, and lowered her gaze to the thoroughly clean mug in her hands. "It's calming at times, to use my hands instead of my wand," she responded lightly, trying to ignore the way her body almost quivered at his closeness.

"I see," he intoned from just behind her ear, his warm breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck. "I can't say I understand the rationale, particularly from a witch like you. You're ever so talented with handling a wand, Hermione."

She had no idea if it was the double entendre, the use of her given name, the low, seductive timbre of his voice, or a combination of all three, but it caused her eyes to go wide as they met his in the window. He kept her gaze and moved his slender hands to her hips. The look on his face displayed pure want; her own alabaster demon of lust, who existed solely to tempt her and render her mindless.

He lowered his head and his lips moved along her neck and her only thought was finally. Draco's searing lips trailed a path to her other ear and his honeyed voice once again dulled her mind. "Am I correct in assuming you've charmed your windows so that no one can see inside?"

"Y-yes…"

"Perfect," he purred, slowly worshiping the skin of her neck with his lips. Hermione arched back to give him better access and closed her eyes, letting the pleasurable sensation wash over her. His hands stroked up and down her sides tenderly and she longed for him to touch her in other places.

"Such a clever girl," he murmured and his hands finally approached her breasts. He took both in his hands, caressing them over the thin material of her shirt. "Open your eyes Hermione," he ordered and she obeyed instantly, confronted with the sight of Draco's hands cupping her breasts while he stared into her eyes.

"You're going to keep your eyes open for me. I want you to watch yourself when I make you come with just my fingers," he promised huskily and Hermione bit back a longing moan as desire raged through her. Gods, this man could turn her into a pliant, shuddering mess with his voice alone. He'd never been this vocal in the bedroom, and certainly never this explicit, but it seemed the alcohol lowered his inhibitions enough to loosen his silver tongue. Hermione discovered that she liked it very much indeed.

"It's my favorite sight in the whole world, watching you come." His hands left her chest and moved to the hem of her t-shirt. Hermione watched in the window as his long, pale fingers inched up the material of her shirt and then disappeared beneath. His hands on her bare skin made her breath hitch and though she wanted to shut her eyes, she didn't dare.

"You're so gorgeous, you've no idea… so bloody perfect," he whispered and Hermione bit hard on her lip as his hands reached the destination of underneath the cups of her bra. Hermione watched her own mouth fall open as he teased and rubbed both her nipples simultaneously. Her core clenched with need, her thighs longing to wrap themselves around Draco and ride him into oblivion. She was panting now and certain that her knickers were already soaked. Draco merely smirked back at her and then let his hands fall away. He immediately gripped her hip with one hand while the other came to rest inside the waistband of her leggings.

"I want you to see what I see." His fingers dipped lower and lower down her front until they were stroking up and down her slit. Hermione abandoned all pretense of washing the mug and gripped the edge of the sink as she squirmed against his hand.

He let out a low groan in her ear. "Gods, Hermione, you're so wet." All she could do was nod in response, struck dumb by his ministrations. "Is all this for me?"

"Y-yes," she whimpered as his fingers teased her clit. "For you, only you," she added breathily and she saw him bite his lip in the reflection.

"And how is it that I've managed to positively drench your knickers?" he inquired teasingly. Smug bastard, she thought, but couldn't manage to feel anything close to irritation while his finger circled her swollen bud.

"Your v-voice… oh gods, your voice… don't stop talking," she begged and saw her seductive spectre grin with glee.

"My voice, hmm?" he confirmed before finally inserting a finger inside her. She cried out at the sensation and involuntarily bucked her hips into his hand, earning a low chuckle from Draco.

"While I would love to describe all the wicked things I'd love to do with that pretty little cunt of yours…" he paused to nip her earlobe and Hermione was sure the noise that exited her mouth was loud and needy, but she had no desire to be either analytical or embarrassed at the moment. No man had ever spoken to her like this, and it turned her on to heretofore unseen levels. Who knew she had a thing for dirty talk?

"I find myself needing to confess something to you." Draco's hand squeezed her hip as he pushed up against her and she could feel his erection flush against her backside. "Do you feel what you do to me Hermione?" he pled in her ear and Hermione saw her reflection nod.

"I confess that you've had me in quite the state for a very long time now." He pressed his hardened length further against her and even though they were both fully dressed, Hermione moaned at the contact.

"Before you allowed me the honor of touching you like this," Draco added another finger inside her, but slowed the pace in and out. "I used to fantasize about it… constantly." Hermione watched him say these things to her, heard him say these things to her, and can still hardly dare believe that she is currently experiencing something so obscenely sensual.

"While you and I danced around each other… when we told ourselves we were only friends… I confess I had to stroke myself twice a day to the thought of you… to how it would feel to be inside you… to how you would look bouncing up and down on my cock…" He ground shamelessly against her backside now and Hermione felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. Draco pressed feverish kisses to the skin of her neck and ear.

"Tell me Hermione," Oh gods, yes, anything, I'll tell you anything, what do you want to hear?

"Did you do the same? Did you touch yourself thinking about me?"

The sin dripping from his voice was too much for her, and Hermione's orgasm ripped through her, making her hips snap back and forth in time with his fingers while pushing back into his groin.

"Yes, Draco! Yes, yes, yes…"

She watched herself fall apart in the window, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, mouth open while her truthful answer to his scandalous question tore itself from her throat over and over.

"Good girl," he growled before yanking his hand from her knickers, spinning her around to face him, and crushing his mouth to hers. He parted her lips immediately with his tongue and he tasted deliciously of firewhisky and something so innately Draco that Hermione's head spun.

All too soon for Hermione's liking, he ended the kiss and took a step back, leaving her breathless against the counter. His stormy gray eyes swept her from head to toe. "Take off your clothes," he commanded hoarsely.

Hermione couldn't strip fast enough. He had never been this way with her before and her body reeled from the surprising enjoyment of him ordering her around. All their previous sexual encounters involved some light teasing, sure, but once they got down to the act of intimacy, Draco's demeanor always became respectful to near reverence. This darker side to seduction was new to Hermione, and for a moment she wondered if she was taking advantage of his intoxicated state. Draco erased that thought from her mind as he picked her up, walked her a few feet to the right, and set her atop the kitchen table.

Draco's gaze burned as he stepped in between her legs and tilted her head up. "You are stunning," he rumbled and captured her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue glided easily against hers and his hands found purchase on the skin of her hips as he pulled her flush against him. It was a testament to Draco's snogging skills that Hermione soon forgot that she was stark naked on top of her kitchen table while Draco had yet to remove a stitch of clothing besides his outer robes and tie.

Draco pulled away from her mouth suddenly as his eyes conveyed some wicked deed he planned just for her, and Hermione felt her core slick with anticipation again. He leaned down to murmur darkly in her ear. "You may recall how spoiled I was as a child," he tugged on her lobe with his teeth and she moaned again.

"When I misbehaved, my parents would forbid me from flying or take some of my toys away..." He kissed down her neck and over to the other ear.

"But no matter how cross they were with me… do you know the one thing I was never, ever denied?"

Hermione only shook her head, incapable of speech.

"Dessert." Draco sank to his knees in front of her and parted her legs wide.

"Hermione… are you still too cross with me to let me eat dessert?"

Hermione looked down into his glinting gray eyes that held the promise of unspeakable pleasure and shook her head again. No, I've quite forgotten the meaning of the word "cross" so please use that agile tongue of yours on me now.

"Excellent," he purred and leaned forward to press his mouth to her entrance, devouring her just like the dessert course he would never be refused. His skilled tongue dipped in and out of her, and Hermione came quicker than ever before, grasping desperately at his silky head of hair.

Having expertly consumed her, Draco sat back on his haunches and smirked up at her. Hermione fell back on her elbows, panting and willing her legs to stop shaking as Draco licked his lips.

"I'm not done with you yet," he vowed solemnly. Hermione didn't know which aroused her more, the sight of Draco still in his suit between her thighs or the sound of his rich baritone saying such wonderfully wicked words.

In a blink, his clothes were discarded and he was sheathed inside her. Hermione could barely keep hold of his shoulders as Draco was relentless in both word and deed. There was no hesitation this time, no tentative questions or shy looks as he boldly plunged into her over and over.

Draco was claiming her right here on her kitchen table and though she'll need to scourgify every inch of its surface later, the exquisite pleasure wrought from his cock slamming into her repeatedly pushed all thoughts of cleaning out of her mind. She'd also have some interesting bruises and red marks on her backside tomorrow, but Draco had unlocked her most basic, primal need to be utterly, thoroughly shagged.

He didn't stop the constant torrent of his seductive words in her ear, even if they came out more raggedly than before.

"So tight—so perfect—every damn time—feel fucking perfect—gods, Hermione your cunt is gorgeous—bloody fantastic—gods, yes…"

A teeny tiny part of her wanted to chastise Draco for dropping the "c" word again, but that part of her was swiftly silenced because sweet Merlin if it didn't make her walls clench even tighter around his cock. And so instead of the usual "Language, Malfoy" that should have left her lips, Hermione gasped out, "Draco, oh my God, Draco!"

She knew he loved hearing his given name, and she certainly loved screaming it, and it usually spurred an orgasm for one or both of them, but what he murmured in response floored her.

"Good girl… I want you to scream the name of the man fucking your brains out on your table… the only man who gets to see you this way… the only one… want to be the only man who ever does this to you…"

It's raw and animalistic and Hermione wondered if Draco even knew what he was saying anymore, or if come morning he'll even remember the intense, possessive words spilling uninhibited from his lips. But Draco was far from done telling her all the ways he wanted her as he snapped his slim hips into her mercilessly.

"I want you against the shelves of my library… I want you spread out on my desk… I want you… fuck… I want you every day for the rest of my life."

What did he just say?

Hermione's mouth fell open at both the meaning of his words and the intensity at which they made her climax.

I want you every day.

For the rest of my life.

Those earth-shattering words chased themselves round and round inside Hermione's head. Draco muttered incoherently into the side of her neck as he followed her right over the edge. After finishing inside her, he pulled back to pepper her face with kisses and gave her a boyish grin and Hermione knew then that he was clueless to his own revelation.

I want you every day for the rest of my life.

A/N: I say it every time and continue to mean it: thank you, thank you for reading. You can always chat with me on tumblr: heyjude19-writing.