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Chapter Five: Two's Company, Four's a Crowd

Hermione would have been happy to eat dinner with him anywhere, but Draco had insisted that she deserved better than just any old café, and after the events of the day, she really couldn't find the will to argue with him. He didn't tell her where they were headed as they weaved their way through the crowds in Diagon Alley, and so when he came to a stop in front of one of the more popular (and expensive) restaurants, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

You can take the man out of Malfoy Manor, but apparently you can't take all of the Malfoy out of the man, she thought, laughing softly to herself.

Before Hermione had the chance to taunt him for his oh-so-predictable taste in dining establishments, Draco threaded his arm through hers and led her past the crowd of eager diners waiting outside. As they approached the front door, a young host caught sight of Draco and nearly stumbled over his feet as he rushed to greet them. Draco shook the man's hand and muttered a few quick words of hello – plus a few more that Hermione couldn't quite make out – and within matter of seconds, the host was ushering the duo inside. After being guided to a table near the back of the restaurant, one that was perfectly positioned away from prying eyes, and left to settle into their new surroundings, Hermione looked up at Draco questioningly.

"I helped the owner out of a tight spot a few years ago," Draco explained, shrugging as if having an open-ended reservation at one of the most popular restaurants in Wizarding Britain was no big deal.

"Of course you did," Hermione replied, laughing again.

An old and very wrinkled man, who Hermione quickly deduced was the owner of the restaurant, appeared at their table moments later carrying what looked to be an incredibly expensive bottle of wine, lamenting loudly about how long it had been since Draco had visited. After nearly lifting Draco out of his chair to embrace him, the man turned to Hermione.

"And look, you brought a beautiful woman!" the man exclaimed, grinning widely.

"Erm, yes," Draco replied, his cheeks burning as his eyes settling on his date. "This is Hermione, my- um- friend."

"Friend, huh?" the man quipped, lifting an eyebrow suggestively.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Hermione cut in, saving Draco from the embarrassment of having to explain their – well, whatever their situation was.

"Watch out for this one," the old man said, leaning in to whisper in Hermione's ear as he shook her hand. "He's trouble."

Hermione blushed, her eyes flickering to Draco for a moment before returning her attention to the man. "Oh, I'm very well aware," she retorted, smiling broadly.

The man talked to the couple for a few more minutes, barely pausing to take a breath between words as he explained the details – which weren't, strictly speaking, legal – of how he'd managed to acquire such a magnificent bottle of wine, before a chef came running out of the kitchen requesting help with something. As he was ushered away, the old man instructed Draco and Hermione to order whatever they wanted.

"On the house!" he called over his shoulder as he disappeared.

"He's quite the character," Hermione told Draco once they were alone again. "Do I even want to know what he did to require your help?"

"Trust me," Draco said, chuckling softly, "you don't."

The pair finally turned their attention to the menus in front of them, which was both extravagant and mouthwatering, and in their mutual nervousness, they ordered entirely way too much food, but it gave them an excuse to talk as they waited for each course to arrive.

Hermione would have rather taken on a full-grown dragon than sit through a dinner with the pretentious, schoolboy Draco, but this new, matured Draco was not what she had expected. He was thoughtful and extremely easy to talk to, and she couldn't keep her damn eyes off of him. He didn't make excuses for or gloss over his past mistakes and had no issue explaining how his own ideals and philosophies had changed since Hogwarts. He described how sometime during his short-lived time as a Death Eater, it was as if a long malfunctioning light-switch switched on in his head and he was finally able to see beyond the views forced upon him by a lifetime among fanatical pure-bloods. He told her about his travels in the muggle world after the war, and Hermione was particularly shocked when he told her about his time working with his hands on a small farm. She found it hard to picture Malfoy – any Malfoy – living harmoniously (and willingly) with muggles, but it warmed her heart to hear how it helped shape him into the man sitting across from her now.

When the conversation shifted to her own life, she told Draco about what her childhood had been like before she knew she was a witch, before she got her letter to Hogwarts. Draco laughed particularly hard when she told him about the time she kept accidentally shrinking her father's shoes one day when she didn't want him to leave for work. She even told him how nervous she had been getting on the train for the first time at Platform 9¾ and how she had been so scared that she would never be able to compete with the students who had grown up in magical families.

As the night wore on, they became more comfortable with each other, telling each other even more personal stories about what had happened to them during and after the war. Draco admitted that he had barely spoken to his father since Voldemort's fall and that he had refused to take on the role as head of his family. Hermione surprised herself when she recounted how she, Harry, and Ron had hunted and destroyed Voldemort's Horcruxes before the final battle. And while neither of them broached the subject of what had happened to Hermione at Malfoy Manor, Hermione could sense Draco's discomfort each time one of their stories veered in the general direction of that day.

The talking was easy, almost as if they had been friends for years.

And Draco couldn't stop staring at her, not even when someone came to refill their wine or when a new course was placed in front of him. Her caramel-colored eyes drew him in, and he was finding it difficult to fight the urge to reach across the table to place a hand on one of her rosy cheeks. He always knew she was a brilliant witch, even at Hogwarts when he relentlessly teased her for her 'dirty' blood but sitting in front of her he realized he had never met anyone, witch or wizard, more brilliant than her. He was angry at himself for wasting so many years hating her, or at least convincing himself that he did, but perhaps it was always meant to happen this way. Perhaps he had needed to experience life without her to realize how much he needed her in it.

He was entranced, lost in her words as Hermione told her another story about Harry when the door to the restaurant opened, revealing two familiar faces.

Shit, he swore under his breath, tensing in his chair. Of all the restaurants in Britain, they had to walk into this one.

Hermione caught the look on Draco's face and followed his gaze to the front door.

Fuck, she thought.

It was Ron and Pansy. She quickly turned her face away from the door, hoping they wouldn't see her.

"Draco?" came a familiar shrill voice. "Is that you?"

I swear to Merlin, if she comes over here and ruins this for me…

Pansy, who had caught sight of Draco's unmistakable mane, sashayed over to the table with Ron in tow. Hermione watched, holding her breath, as the couple approached, wishing she could disappear into her chair.

The former queen of Slytherin had always been one of the prettier girls at Hogwarts, but now she looked like a damn super model, and Hermione shifted awkwardly in her seat, suddenly embarrassed at the simplicity of the white blouse and jeans she had changed into before leaving the Ministry. Pansy was dressed in a perfectly worn black leather jacket over a simple, silky black dress. The silhouette hugged her body perfectly and the hem fell tastefully near the middle of her calf. On her feet were a pair of leather mules. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun exposing a pair of large diamond earrings. But the worst of it wasn't how she was dressed, although that certainly didn't help. The worse of it was that Ron – Ron who used to be her Ron – was Pansy's date.

Correction... fiancé.

"Draco, I thought it was you! And who is- " Pansy stopped mid-sentence when she recognized Hermione. "Oh, how cute!" she exclaimed. "Ron look, another Slytherin and Gryffindor couple. How wonderful."

Draco's jaw tightened.

"Hello, Pansy," he said quickly, trying to ignore the glare emanating from the red-haired man next to his old friend. "Weasley," he added quickly, his eyes flickering nervously back to Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth to reply, but merely gaped, turning a bright shade of red, when he finally realized who was sitting across the table from Draco.

"Mione?" he said, clearly caught off guard.

Oh wonderful, Draco thought. He still has a nickname for her.

The color drained from Hermione's face. "Hi, Ron," she said quietly.

Being this close to him was unsettling. It wasn't that he was different because Ron looked just like he always did, his hair untamed and his clothing worn with his hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets. But she hadn't been this close to him since the breakup, and that realization was enough to make her stomach twist uncomfortably.

I need to get out of here, Hermione thought, her heartbeat quickening.

Pansy, who was still oblivious to the tension between the other three, turned to Draco and said, "You haven't sent me your RSVP, Draco. Tsk. Tsk."

Hermione could hear Draco offering Pansy some sort of excuse, but she was distracted by a ringing in her ears. She could feel Ron glaring at her, no doubt confused, but she couldn't find the words to speak to him.

"Mione, what are you doing with him?" Ron asked suddenly, not attempting to hide his irritation.

Draco clenched his fists under the table. He didn't like what Weasley was implying, and while he wasn't sure exactly what had happened between the two of them, he gathered that things hadn't ended well. He glanced over at Hermione, who had turned a sickly shade of green, and felt a wave of protectiveness come over him.

"We're working on an assignment together," Draco offered, pushing his anger aside. Hermione clearly wasn't handling the interaction well, and he needed to find a way to end the conversation quickly.

Ron snorted, and Pansy smacked him playfully across his chest.

"If by working you mean having a romantic dinner date," Ron mumbled.

"Be nice, Ronald." It seemed Pansy had finally caught whiff of the tension in the air, and she added, "I'm starving. We should leave Draco and Hermione to their... meeting."

Draco let out the breath he had been holding.

"Good to see you, Hermione," Pansy said as she pulled a grumbling Weasley away from the table. "Draco, I expect your RSVP promptly," she called as she walked back to the front of the restaurant. Pansy was always quick on the uptake, and for that Draco was grateful. He shifted his glance back to Hermione and could see that the color was still drained from her face.

"Draco," she whispered, when Pansy and Ron were finally out of earshot, "I need to get out of here."

He nodded and, despite being told he didn't need to pay for anything, threw some money on the table.

Hermione nearly ran out of the restaurant. Draco followed her as she sped out of the door and onto the sidewalk. When they were finally out of the view of the front windows, he grabbed her by the hand and stopped her, his eyes narrowed in concern.

"Hermione? Are-"

Hermione lifted her hand in the air, stopping him mid-sentence, and steadied herself by taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I owe you an explanation. I really shouldn't have reacted like that."

"Hermione, it's okay," he said, trying his best to remain calm despite the million questions running through his head. "You don't have to tell me anything. I can take you home if you'd like."

"I don't want to be alone. Please," she pleaded, her voice quiet.

She stared up at him with big eyes, her teeth chewing aggressively at her lower lip.

Draco sighed. "Okay. Where-?" But before he could finish his question, he felt the familiar tug of a side-along Apparition. They landed gracefully in front of a green door. His door.

Evidently, Hermione didn't want to go home tonight.

Draco opened the door and they walked silently inside, his eyes studying her as she wrung her hands together. He shut the door behind him and opened his mouth, one of his many questions perched on the edge of his tongue but swallowed it when he saw the look on her face.

"I need to show you something. I need you to understand," Hermione said quietly, her hands trembling at her sides. "Are you strong enough to use Legilimency? It'll be easier if I can show you."

"You want me to invade your mind?" Draco asked, taken aback by her question.

"Yes," she said, nodding.

"I'm not sure that's the best idea," he told her.

Draco wanted to know what was going on, but he was afraid he'd dig too far and find things she'd rather not be found. Worse, he was afraid he'd see things he'd rather not see.

"Please," she begged, refusing, despite her fear of what would happen next, to look away.

"Hermione- I-"

"Draco, please." Her voice was quiet but demanding.

He stared at her for a moment before speaking. "Okay," he relented finally, balancing his wand in the palm of his hand. "Focus on what you want me to see. I won't dig anywhere else. I promise."

"I'm ready," she assured him.

Draco nodded and swallowed heavily, closing his fist around his wand.

"Legilimens."

The Battle of Hogwarts was over. They had won. Ron and Hermione were holding hands, walking outside the castle with Harry. They were talking about their future, about the things they wanted to do now that Voldemort was dead. They stood together looking back at the castle, sad for everyone they had lost but hopeful for the future.

It was Fred's funeral. The Weasley's were huddled together, overcome with grief. Hermione took Ron's hand and held it tightly. Tears were running down her face.

Hermione and Ron were moving things into their new flat. Ron dropped a box of things from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. A dung bomb went off, and Hermione frantically ran into the hall. Ron ran out after her and fell on the ground laughing. Hermione was pretending to be upset, but soon she was laughing too. When his fit of giggles ended, Ron pulled her into his arms and whispered into her ear, "I love you, Mione. Forever."

They were laying on a blanket in a field overlooking the Burrow, their hands intertwined as they watched the clouds move above them. The remains of their picnic were discarded to the side. Hermione rolled onto her side, and faced him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest under his shirt. He caught her eyes and smiled, pulling her into him.

Harry and Ginny were enjoying their first dance. Ron and Hermione were watching while he hugged her from behind. He was humming happily in her ear, stopping every once in a while to place a soft kiss on her neck. She was blushing. They were so happy. The music changed and Ron dragged Hermione out on the dance floor. He twirled her around playfully, and they kissed. "I love you more than anything," he said. "I love you too. Forever," she responded.

Hermione had accidentally snuck up behind Ron and Harry at work. Harry was asking Ron when he was going to do it, while Ron showed him a sapphire and diamond halo engagement ring. It was stunning. Hermione threw her hands over her mouth and backed away slowly.

The memories suddenly shifted.

It was late. Ron stumbled in the front door. He was drunk. Hermione brought him some water and took him to bed. He was upset, still angry about Fred's death. She tried to comfort him, but he pushed her away. She listened helplessly as he cried himself to sleep. "I love you. Forever," she said quietly.

There was a pile of empty bottles in the kitchen. Ron was yelling at her. Hermione was crying. He grabbed her by the arm, and shouted, "You don't get to be upset! I'm the one who lost a brother! You will never understand!" He stormed off to their room and slammed the door behind him. Hermione was left alone in their kitchen, locked out of her own bedroom. Locked away from him. She slid down onto the floor, hugged her knees into her chest, and wept.

Ron had been missing for two days. Hermione was worried he was dead in an alley somewhere. She felt scared and alone but was too afraid to ask anyone for help. She was embarrassed at what they might say.

An inebriated Ron was hurling insults at Hermione. She was pleading with him to stop, telling him he wouldn't be saying mean things to her if he wasn't so drunk. He laughed at her and called her horrible names. He kicked over the vase of flowers he had bought for her the previous day, and shattered the frame holding her favorite picture of them. Hermione cowered in the corner, watching him destroy mementos of their happy life together.

Hermione was begging Ron to get help. Telling him that people loved him. He was angry with her for bringing it up, for insinuating that he had a problem. Suddenly he was yelling and calling her names. Tears were running down her face. He grabbed her and threw her against the wall. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. Her body was shaking with fear. Ron raised his arm, ready to strike…

Draco pulled away, disgusted with what he had seen.

"HE HIT YOU!?" he shouted, his fists curled into tight balls.

"Nnn- no," Hermione stuttered, slightly surprised by his outburst, "You pulled away before you could see the end of the memory. He stopped himself, but- but I-" She dropped her head to her hands and began to cry.

Draco was fuming, but could see that she needed him, and so he closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms.

"You thought he might," he finished for her, exhaling deeply. "Hermione, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

Hermione clung to his arms. She had spent so long blaming herself, embarrassed that she had let Ron treat her so horribly, that she hadn't been sure if she would ever tell anyone besides Harry and Ginny. It was a relief for someone else to know, for him to know, but reliving those memories was more difficult than she had anticipated it would be.

As Draco held her against his chest, a terrible string of thoughts passed through his mind. What if she still loved him? What if despite everything, she still wanted to be with him?

"Do you- do you still love him?" Draco asked, his voice cracking as the words left his mouth. He held his breath, terrified of what she was going to say next.

"No," Hermione replied, looking up at him tentatively. She was surprised how quickly she answered, but it was the truth. "After what he did… how he treated me. No, I could never love him again."

Relief flooded into Draco's veins, and he let out the breath he had been holding.

"Tonight was the first time he's spoken to me since I ended things," she tried to explain. "He's never apologized to me, never acknowledged what he did. I'm sorry… I shouldn't have let it bother me so much. I let him ruin such a wonderful night. I'm so sorry," she finished, hiding her face against his chest. She was so afraid she had ruined things, that she had scared him away.

"Look at me, Hermione," Draco said softly, moving his hands to the side of her face.

Lifting her head, she complied, her hands still shaking against his arms.

"You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing," he asserted as he moved a thumb along her jaw. "He's the drunk. He's the one who hurt you. None of this is your fault," he continued, pushing the curls that had fallen in front of her face away from her eyes. "Hermione, you deserve better."

"I know," Hermione said boldly before wrapping her hands around the base of Draco's skull and pulling his mouth into hers.

Draco couldn't resist her. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should pull away and make sure she was okay before they went any further, but he was at the mercy of the part of his brain that wanted to taste her again and he couldn't stop. One of his hands was buried in her soft curls, while the other drew her closer to him by the small of her back. He could feel her hands tugging at the nape of his neck, begging him to deepen their kiss, and he obliged.

Hermione let out a small moan as she felt his tongue trace her lower lip, and she parted her lips to let his tongue explore her mouth. The slow, methodical movements of his tongue on hers made her legs quiver, and with her remaining sanity, she realized that this was the type of thing that made people believe in soulmates. She could taste the chocolate of their dessert on his tongue, but there was also a hint of something else. Spearmint, she thought. He was intoxicating, and she didn't care how ridiculous she looked as she threw herself farther against him, she wanted – no, she needed more.

Slowly, she moved her hands from where they were wrapped around his neck to his chest where they began to explore his Quidditch-toned body. The rapid pounding of his heart triggered a familiar rush of warmth deep inside her, and she bit down on his lower lip in an attempt to silence her growing whimpers.

Draco let out a low growl and without interrupting their kiss, lifted Hermione off the ground and threw her against the wall. She moaned as he deepened their kiss and eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers clawing at the back of his neck as if she was scrambling for some sort of purchase. Knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself if they stayed where they were, he pulled her off the wall and walked them slowly into his bedroom, careful not to disturb her position against his body or the frantic clashing of their tongues. When he finally felt the edge of the mattress against the front of his knees, he dropped her on the bed below him and took a small step back.

Hermione breathed heavily as Draco loomed over her, frustrated that her hands had been torn away from his body. She hadn't wanted him to pull away, but she had to admit that she was enjoying the view. His stormy grey eyes were sparkling with need and desire, and he was panting, his cheeks flushed with color as if he had just finished a jog. It was reassuring to see him like this because she didn't doubt for a second that he could see her thirst for him written all over her face.

"Draco," she whispered, her eyes traveling hungrily over him.

The look in her face was all Draco needed to continue, and he brought his mouth back to hers and moved his hands below her shirt, running his fingers slowly from the flat of her stomach to the cups of her bra. Her nipples hardened immediately under the soft fabric, and he let a small smile escape his lips before he moved his mouth down to her neck. She threw her head back in response and let out a series of moans as he kissed and sucked his way to the sensitive spot behind her ear.

Still attached to her neck, he grabbed at her blouse, and in one swift movement, ripped it from her body, ignoring the buttons that flew across the room. He pulled away, licking his lips as he let his gaze fall to the white lace that covered her breasts. The sight of her below him, staring up at him with big eyes, her pupils blown wide and her breathing labored, was almost more than he could bear, and he quickly threw his mouth back against hers, pushing his body into her. Another growl escaping his lips as she rolled her hips against his erection, and it took all his willpower to not tear the rest of their clothing off and take her right then and there. But she deserved more than a quick fuck, and he was going to make sure she enjoyed every minute of their time together.

While Hermione continued to relish the feeling of his soft lips under her tongue, Draco undid the clasp at the back of her bra and quickly peeled the lace off her body, his thumbs brushing teasingly against her nipples before momentarily pulling away.

"Beautiful," Draco mumbled, his eyes drinking in the sight below him. "So fucking, beautiful."

Hermione shuddered when he moved his hands to the side of her face and began kissing her with a renewed frenzy, his tongue taking ownership of her mouth. A primal urge took over and she moved her hands to the hem of his shirt, eager to uncover what was hiding underneath. Draco lifted his arms to aid in the process, breaking their kiss so that she could quickly pull his shirt over his head.

At the sight of his bare chest, Hermione thought she might lose her mind. Draco looked as if he had been carved from a beautiful piece of marble, and she bit down on her bottom lip as she imagined how exquisite the rest of his body would look when she finally got the rest of his clothes off. She barely had time to take it all in before he leaned her back on the bed and shifted his body over hers, their naked skin inches away from each other as he began kissing her again. She wanted to feel his chest on hers and moved her arms to pull him down on top of her, but he resisted, smirking against her lips when she groaned in protest.

While one hand held him upright, the other began kneading her naked breast gently in his palm. She moaned into his mouth, and he responded by pushing his hips against hers, his erection straining against his trousers. Electricity shot through his body as she responded by grinding her hips against him, her touch arousing him more than he imagined was possible. He moved his hand to her nipple and rolled her pink bud expertly between his fingers, causing her to arch involuntarily off the bed. He repeated his movements with her other breast, taking his time and enjoying the nonsensical noises she was breathing into his mouth.

"Merlin, what are you doing to me?" Hermione breathed, gasping for air.

Pleased with the effect he was having on her, Draco kissed his way from her cheeks to her neck, pausing to nibble softly at her jawline. He could feel her shuddering with bliss underneath him, and it made him even harder.

Fuck, I want her.

He moved his mouth slowly down to her chest, teasing her with his tongue by pausing at random spots along the way. When he reached the canyon between her breasts, he traced his tongue between them before he closed his lips over her hardened nipple. His tongue swirled around the bud before his teeth began nibbling it softly, and she moaned in response. He shifted his eyes upwards as he worked, catching a glance of the pleasure on Hermione's face. Her eyes wide, and her hair splayed out in a circle around her head. He smiled again, humming in approval, and moved his tongue slowly to her other breast.

"You're delicious," Draco mumbled before closing his mouth around the neglected nipple and sucking it in.

Hermione could feel her arousal soaking her knickers. She knew she was moaning uncontrollably, begging him for more, but she couldn't stop. His tongue was doing things to her that she couldn't explain, and he hadn't even made it to the sensitive mound pounding with anticipation below the restricting fabric of her jeans. Impatient to get him naked, she moved her hands to the waist of his trousers and tugged blindly at the button. When it came undone, she pulled down the zipper and pushed the fabric down as low as she could from her position below him. She felt Draco shimmy and kick them the rest of the way off before he settled his hips back close to her body and moved his mouth back to her lips. She reached between their bodies and greedily began to explore his brief-covered hardened length.

Draco sucked in a breath when he felt her hands against his erection, and after a few strokes of her hand, he lost his concentration and pulled away from her with a feral look in his eyes. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to get her naked. Quickly, he peeled off Hermione's jeans, so that the only remaining barrier between them was two thin pieces of fabric, and he threw his hips back against hers, his body shivering at the closeness of their bodies. Wanting more, he shifted his hips slightly and moved his hand over Hermione's knickers to cup between her legs.

"Fuck," he hissed when he felt how soaked the delicate fabric was.

He ran his fingers over the wet fabric, teasing her, before finally hooking a finger under the tiny waistband and pulling them off. Draco sucked in a breath when he saw how perfect she looked laying below him completely naked, her arousal already dripping out of her. He crashed his mouth back into hers and moved his hand back down to her center, her hips involuntarily rising to meet his hand, and he dipped two fingers into her wet folds, his fingers teasing her entrance.

Hermione could barely breathe. "Oh Merlin… Draco…. please."

Draco happily acquiesced and pushed his fingers inside her, moving them in and out slowly as she gasped in pleasure. Curling his fingers slightly, he shifted his attention to the spot inside of her he knew would drive her just the right amount of crazy and smiled when she called out his name again. Her hips began rocking slightly to meet his fingers as they moved, and he could feel her insides beginning to tighten around him. It was exhilarating to feel her squirming at his touch, and he began to pick up speed, her growing moans echoing across the room. Finally, he brought his thumb to her clit and began to rub small, purposeful circles over it causing her hips to jerk involuntarily.

"Draco! Don't stop!"

Hermione was coming undone, and he was doing it with just his fingers. She was mumbling his name, barely aware of her surroundings, while he moved his lips to her neck, sucking at her pulse. The intensity was building, she could feel the tingling of an oncoming orgasm, and she felt as if she might explode any second. But just when she thought she might, he stopped and pulled his mouth away from behind her ear. She was about to protest when she felt his lips and tongue traveling down her body once again. He paused at her breasts, swirling his tongue around each nipple, causing her to cry out again in pleasure, and then continued down toward her navel. Pausing again right above her mound, his warm breath tickled her and sent a shiver down her spine. She barely had a moment to compose herself before his fingers were back inside of her, moving in and out methodically, and then his tongue moved over her most sensitive spot, and she nearly screamed.

His tongue danced around her swollen clit, and he curled his fingers perfectly to stroke the place inside her that made her body tingle, every single one of his movements encouraging her body to lose control. It didn't take long before her legs began to shake, her body teetering on the edge of madness. She could hear herself moaning incoherently, but what he was doing with his fingers and his mouth was like nothing she had ever experienced before; it was pure ecstasy.

"Oh god. Draco. Yes!"

Hermione's vision blurred, her body suddenly overcome as she toppled over the edge. Her limbs shook uncontrollably as the waves of her orgasm washed over her body, leaving her weak and gasping for air. The shock of it seemed to go on forever, but as finally she came back down, she blinked her eyes open and felt him wrap his arms around her waist.

Slowly, Draco kissed his way back up her body and stopped to look into her eyes, burying a hand in her curls. He licked his lips, enjoying the taste of her on them, and then bent down to kiss her, his erection still straining against his briefs. Hermione purred into his mouth, enjoying his tongue moving against hers first softly and then frantically, and moved her fingers to the waistband of his briefs. She traced her fingers along his hips before he reached down and removed the only remaining barrier between them. His cock fell onto her stomach, and he shivered as her hand closed over his erection and slowly began moving up and down its length.

She teased him, their mouths still attached, until he couldn't take it any longer. He dropped a hand in between her legs, and dipped two fingers into her wet folds, and she responded by lifting her hips upwards, forcing his fingers to move deeper.

"Draco," Hermione whispered. "I need you."

Her words lit a fire in him. He removed his fingers from inside her and positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her as he moved the head of his cock in small circles between her folds.

"Draco-"

With a quick turn of his hips, he plunged into her.

"Fuck," he hissed.

Hermione let out a loud gasp at the feeling of him finally being deep inside her and moved her head so she could stare into his eyes. His eyelids were heavy with desire, but he met her gaze, unable to take his eyes off of her. He stayed still for a moment before he began moving in and out of her at a snail's pace, giving her just enough of him to make her beg for more. Her muscles tightened reflexively around him as he moved, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He fit inside of her perfectly, teasing parts of her she didn't even know were there. Even though she knew he could send her over the edge just like this, slowly and methodically, she wanted their first time to be passionate and powerful.

"Draco. Faster. Please," she begged.

He grinned and quickened his pace, their bodies coming together roughly with each of his thrusts. Being inside of her was better than magic, his cock lost in the most wonderful wet, velvety cavern. He was close, oh so close, and beads of sweat began to drip down his forehead as he fought to hold off his release. He wanted, no, he needed to see her come undone again. His legs were tiring from his rapid thrusts, but when she began to shake under his body, it re-energized him. Suddenly, she lifted her mouth to his and bit hard down into his lower lip.

Draco growled.

He began to move even faster as Hermione's moans turned into small screams. She was repeating his name over and over again, and it was driving him crazy. His movements became more frenzied as she scraped her nails down his back, and he ignored the dull pain where she broke the skin. Her insides were twitching around him as she began to lose control of her body once again.

"Draco! Oh god, Draco!" Hermione screamed as she tightened around him, her body convulsing under the grips of her second climax.

"Fuck, Hermione!" Draco groaned as her trembling muscles milked his own orgasm out of him, his body shuddering above her as he emptied himself inside of her.

After a few moments, Draco rolled his body over next to Hermione's and pulled her close to him, his heart still beating furiously. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin in her tangle of curls, while she wrapped a leg around his upper thigh. He could feel her eyelids fluttering against his skin as she tried to fight the exhaustion creeping over her body, and it made him smile. She turned to look at him and opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with a soft kiss, his fingers resting on her chin.

"Granger," he murmured, "You can talk my ear off about this when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere."

a/n – Fans self.