"Yeah, alright. I've got you, Granger. I've got you."

She was writhing now, the need so overwhelming that she was leaving little half moon dents on his skin from grasping so tightly to his forearms.

Before she'd even finished speaking, he was shifting them, reversing their position so she sat above him, her knees on either side of his hips. His hands on her waist tingled like they were shot full of electricity, and she wanted him to never, ever stop touching her like that; everything with him felt so good.

Felt so right.

He whispered something she couldn't understand, and then his wand flew to his palm. She felt the warm glow of magic pass over her, and she distantly registered that she was thankful he remembered because she was too lost in a haze of desire to think clearly.

"Lift up a little on your knees. That's it." One hand on her hip guided her movements as the other took his cock and lined it up.

Slowly—so she could savour it—she sunk down over him, bracing herself with one arm on his chest and biting back a moan from the feeling of him finally inside her. At the same time, his chest rumbled beneath her palm with an answering groan as they breathed together, not moving yet as he gave her time to adjust to the intrusion.

After steadying herself through the sudden stretch,she began rolling her hips experimentally, gasping when it forced him just a little deeper. "Oh. Oh," she breathed, planting her other palm on her chest to give her leverage, her movements surer now as she learned what felt good and what she liked, chasing that spark of pleasure she felt each time she ground down against him, circling her hips.

"Fuck, Granger. So fucking good."

Their rhythm sped up, both of them breathing heavy as the exertion increased, and when he grabbed her hips with both hands, lifting her up just to slam her back down, she cried out, a needy sound that was loud in the safe haven of their tent.

He was doing most of the work now, and words slipped unbidden from her mouth, mostly incoherent babble as the fire inside her that had been merely an ember earlier in the evening grew into a raging inferno, licking over every inch of skin as she came with more force than she had ever before, feeling his own release inside her along with the flare of her magic settling as she collapsed again Draco's chest.

"Hermione." His mouth was near her neck, and her given name spoken against her skin felt like a prayer.

When she could muster the strength to lift her head, she pulled back and rested her forehead against his, fingers brushing back the damp strands of hair that had fallen in his eyes.

There were so many things she wanted to say, but neither of them were ready for that, so she tried instead to communicate it with her eyes, her smile, her hands running tenderly over his skin.

"Thank you. When I thought I might have to do it on my own I was… scared." With a bitter laugh, she said, "And I hate admitting that because it makes me sound so weak, but to be honest, I'm tired of the pain. Tired of suffering and sacrificing. We all lost so much in the war."

Looking down at her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin, she quietly said, "I just... I want to be happy."

"Hermione."

"Hmm?" she said, glancing up at him.

"You make me happy." The warmth suffusing her chest had absolutely nothing to do with the frenzy of her desire from her transition, and it was beautiful and perfect and everything.

"Me too," she responded with a tired smile, running the backs of her knuckles down the sharp line of his jaw.

"Rounds are done for the night."

The words came out of nowhere and she raised one eyebrow at him, perplexed. "Yes, I know that."

"Well..." he said, eyes bouncing around the room then back to her several times. He was nervous. It was cute.

"That means we could sneak into the Prefect's bath. Clean up."

She looked at him with a wry smile. "Is that all we could do?" She walked her fingers up his chest, grazing his nipple, and the resulting shiver from him delighted her.

"Only if you want." His hand ran up and down her back, finger catching in the damp strands of hair stuck to her back as he leveled her with an earnest look. "It's up to you. Your wish is my command." He tucked a curl behind her ear.

She smiled down at him, contentment and satisfaction making her body feel fluid. "Okay. Let's go take a bath then."

He grinned, helping her up and off him. She hurried to throw her clothes back on, and when she finally slipped her feet into her shoes, he was by her side, dressed and ready.

"You better have a plan for sneaking us into the bath."

Tossing a smirk her way, he said, "I always have a plan. It's you Gryffindors that rush into things blindly."

She poked him in the side and off they went up the hill, laughing and holding hands.

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