Here to do my usual thing where I update all of my stories at once. Wanderlust will be up in an hour or so. I can't wait to hear what you think!

"Do you think it's possible to miss someone before they've even left?" Hermione murmured, tracing the scar that stretched over his chest. "This is absurd." Her nose crinkled as he laughed, relaxing against her couch. "Three days seems like an awful long time; I might have to get an international portkey for you to fuck me."

Draco choked on his laugh, and he rubbed circles in her back. "You'll be alright." His voice was low in her ear. "Having dinner together probably helped, and I'll write you." He tilted her face up to kiss her.

"Ah, yes, the letters. If anything, I'll want to rush to Germany even more with your filthy words." Hermione's eyes narrowed when he chuckled, and she swatted him in the chest. "Do you have any idea how this bond formed?"

Draco shrugged. "I have an idea on who could have caused it, yes." He pulled her into his lap, moving her to straddle his waist. Despite returning to work, she had invited him over again, and he had to say, he preferred her in just her knickers, and one of his shirts. "Don't worry about it, Granger. I haven't discussed it with her, but you'll be the first person I tell once i know for sure."

She tapped his nose, a comical thing really, given that she would have sooner punched him a month ago. "Or you could tell me now," she rolled her hips, arching an eyebrow at his groan. "I prefer that option."

"Do you?" He asked, his hands sliding up her sides. "Are you trying to coerce me with your feminine wiles?"

She snorted, falling forward to muffle her laugh in his shoulder. "Feminine wiles?" She managed between gasps. "That's fair, but I don't see why.." Hermione pressed her lips along his neck, nipping the skin softly.

"I'd like to actually take you to dinner before fucking you again," he muttered, gripping her hips to keep her from grinding against him again. "But you are testing my self control."

"Clearly not enough."

"You Witch."

"How observant," Hermione moaned when his fingers moved against her clit through her knickers.


His suspicion was right, not that he was surprised, and he realized as much when he found his mother leaning nonchalantly against his kitchen counter, glass of wine in hand. "I can only imagine where you've been. How is Miss Granger? I haven't seen her since -"

"Mother," he pinched the bridge of his nose, but he couldn't hide the smile from his face either. "I don't even know how you managed this."

She sipped from her glass quietly. "How is she?"

"Bloody perfect, if you'd really like to know. She couldn't irritate me if she tried, and I threatened to murder Ronald Weasley today at the Ministry." He undid his tie, which was askew from Hermione's obsession with it - at least when he was wearing it. "How did you make this happen?"

A slow smile tilted her lips up, and she set her nearly empty glass on the counter. "It's an old spell. I found it in Lucius' study. He mentioned it to me after you were first born, and before he was sentenced to Azkaban. However, I didn't cause the two of you to bond. That was fate."

Draco snorted. "Right, because you wouldn't have wanted me to be with a Muggleborn?"

She turned her nose up at him. "I've grown tired of those ideologies. They caused me to become social pariah, and to lose my husband. All I knew was that you'd signed up for this little service, and I cast a spell to cause that letter to go your perfect match." She gave a small shrug. "The spell is ancient, so it took some modification, but I'd say it worked out, wouldn't you?"

He rolled his eyes. "She's going to have a nervous breakdown when I leave for Germany, or that's what I'm concerned about."

"Hermione Granger is a well put together young woman."

"When the pain from our first separation started, she thought she was pregnant. It's safe to assume this is far out of her comfort zone."

She clasped her hands in front of her, trying to contain her laughter. "Ah, well then. I was only coming by to check in on you. It was in the Daily Prophet of course, but I wanted to see for myself. You look happier than I remember." Narcissa stepped forward to hug her son, squeezing him tightly. "Be safe in Germany. When you come back, I want you to bring her for dinner at the manor."

"I'll discuss it with her."

His mother apparated out, and he didn't hear the pecking on the window at first. A grin crossing his face, he let her owl in, taking the parcel from it, and opening the jar of treats.

Draco,

This is torture, I want you to know. I'm not a patient woman.

X

Draco snorted, imagining her laying on the couch with a book open, but with her eyes darting towards her floo every few seconds. Though if she were to come stumbling through his wards right then, he couldn't say he wouldn't lead her to the bedroom. The hollowness that he'd felt when he was away from her had dulled into a barely there ache, but it seemed, it was worse for her.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket while he made his way into his bedroom, pulling a quill from its ink pot and wrote a reply.

Hermione,

I know, isn't it awful to imagine this time a week ago, I had you under me, and begging for more?

X

Prick,

You are the worst, the absolute worst. However will you make it up to me?

X

Sweetheart,

I promise I'll make it up to you when I'm back from this trip.

X


A few days was an awfully long time when it was your soulmate you were apart from. Soulmate. She'd accepted it for what it was, the truth. Even though it wasn't how she'd imagined her life going, the pull was undeniable, and well, she had talked herself out of taking an international portkey to Germany more than once.

She was avoiding Ron, or he was avoiding her. She wasn't sure, but given the fact that Draco had threatened to tear him limb from limb, she supposed she had an answer. Each time she left her office at the Ministry, there was a letter waiting for her on her desk when she returned. Having passed the awkward beginning, he now used his own owl, and that owl was usually sitting in her chair whenever she returned.

She really needed to start leaving the treats out for him.

Draco's latest letter was short.

Hermione,

Never travel out of the country. The separation is worse, and I feel like a sap.

X

She snorted, crushing the letter to her chest before plucking a quill from the stand on her desk. Hermione had the inkling he was probably semi working, and while he might not be here, that didn't mean she couldn't tease him.

Draco,

I somehow doubt I could ever travel out of the country without you being with me - whether I liked it or not. Anyway, I'd like to tell you something. I dreamed of you last night.

X

His next reply came after she had flooed home, kicked off her heels, and peeled her blouse off. She preferred her baggy sweatshirt, no matter how ratty it looked. Throwing herself onto the couch, and propping her feet up on the coffee table, but only after she'd left the window open, and turned the telly open, Hermione let herself relax against the cushions.

His owl swept into the room, making a mess of the documents she'd left out on the table, and perched at her feet, looking at her curiously. "Are you sick of seeing me yet?" She laughed, leaning forward to pet the top of his head while taking the parcel from him.

Hermione,

You simply can't tell me that, and then not finish your train of thought. It's hardly fair. What did you dream of, sweetheart? Did you think of how well my cock stretches you when I slide into you? Or maybe how my tongue feels against your slick folds?

Would you like to know something? I can't fucking get you out of my head, nor would I want to, but it's all I can think of when I'm alone in my hotel room - having you bent over below me while I fuck you raw. And my hand is nothing compared to you, and I can't bloody wait to be home.

X

Hermione fanned herself with the parchment, peeking over her shoulder to see his owl having pulled the lid of the jar off, and she winced as she saw it fall to the floor, shattering. He ruffled his feathers and stuck his face into the jar while he perched on the countertop.

She needed Draco to return to her immediately, because she couldn't stand it. Maybe the soulmate bond did amplify her emotions, but it couldn't create something from nothing. It wouldn't be hard for her to get an international portkey, and really, she had plenty of vacation time, but it was more the fact that she was worried she'd seem incredibly needy if she even mentioned it.

Not that it stopped her. Scooting off of the couch, Hermione grabbed the Muggle pen that was sitting in the middle of the table, and penned a response.

Draco,

It's with the knowledge that I might embarrass myself if you reject me, that I even mention this. I miss you terribly. I have always thought of myself as patient, but I would just..I would love to see you. I know you're due back tomorrow, and I could stand to wait another sixteen hours.

But maybe you miss me as well? Reading all of the things you want to do to me, which I so badly want to feel, this time while I'm not in heat - I can't help but want to grab the first international port key, and show up on your doorstep.

X

His owl took off, and Hermione waited. Obviously the response time would be delayed, given the fact he was in another country, but that did nothing to calm her anxiety. Hermione slid her joggers off, and lounged on her couch. She'd read over his words more than once, sighing because she certainly was not the type of girl who gushed over love letters.

Perhaps that was because she'd never had one though. Her lower stomach was throbbing, and she slid her fingers into her knickers, finding her folds already slick. "Fuck," she murmured. He held a certain amount of power over her with just his words, the ability to paint a filthy picture of just how he wanted her. And Merlin, she couldn't think of anything better than being exactly where he wanted her.

Hermione was no fool. Though Omegas were at the bottom of the proverbial food chain, she had the power over Draco Malfoy, and he would do anything she wanted. Alphas rarely told their mates no, and for all intensive purposes, she was his mate. In theory at least, but at this point, she couldn't say she would be upset if he marked her.

And she wasn't in heat anymore. It was of her own free will that she fantasized of his bicep flexing against the top of her chest as he held her to him tightly, and took her as his own. Moving her fingers against her clit slowly, she whimpered, adjusting herself against the arm of the couch while she parted her legs.

She was dripping, and she was nearly there when his fucking owl flew into her living room, dropped a letter directly on her immodestly, and flew across her flat for more treats. Snatching the envelope off of her face, she glared at the owl. "You won't be able to fly such long distances if you keep eating so much!"

She ripped the letter open, a small trinket falling into her lap. It looked like an old ring, one that you might find for cheap in a shop. Hermione looked at the letter while reaching for the rusted ring, and the world distorted. Much like Apparition, she felt like she was being sucked through a tube at first, but then the world spun.

If Draco had transported her into a nice restaurant in the middle of Wizarding Germany while she was in a jumper, and no fucking knickers, she was going to kill him.

"A little underdressed, aren't you?" Came his voice as she landed in a room, his hotel room thankfully. "Gods, are you not even wearing knickers?" He groaned, and then his fingers twined in her hair, and he kissed her.

Hermione's back met the wall and she clutched the front of his suit. "You are so lucky I didn't land in an upscale restaurant." She murmured, jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist.

"Yes, it would have been rather awkward if I fucked you over a table, wouldn't it?" Draco drawled, carrying her while he sat at the foot of his bed, and draped her over his lap. "I believe I told you that I wanted to take you on a proper date before -"

Hermione took his hand, sliding it between them, and pressing his fingers to her cunt. "I know what you said, and I know what I said." She whispered. "However, I just don't give a fuck anymore. I need you Draco."

Clutching the strands of her curls between his fingers, he nodded, pressing his lips to hers softly, and gently rubbing the sensitive bud. Taking her cries for his own, his erection hardened in his trousers. "Take your top off for me, Hermione."

Reaching down, Hermione pulled the hem of her shirt over her head, tossing it to the carpet before unclasping her bra. He captured one nipple in his mouth, his tongue swiping across it, and suckled it. "Draco," she moaned, rocking against him, and riding his hand. "I need -"

He shifted her, laying her down on the bed while her hair fell across the pillows. "I can't fucking believe you're here." He said softly, running his fingers over her soft skin, leaning down to drag his tongue between her breasts. "You're absolutely sure?"

She nodded desperately. Hermione felt as if she was going to combust, and she crawled to her knees to undo his tie, and tear his shirt open, the buttons scattering everywhere. Draco pushed his trousers off, his clothes joining hers on the floor before he hovered over her once more. "Please, no more foreplay, I just want-"

He nodded, cutting her off by lifting her legs to rest over his shoulders, reaching down to be sure she was ready for him even though she already knew she was soaked. Draco thrust forward, slowly sliding inside of her with each thrust.

Her eyes widened, and her elbows dug into the mattress as he stuffed his cock inside of her. "Oh, my fucking Gods." She gasped, her hands flying up to dig her fingers into her own hair as her back arched. Having spent three days completely out of her fucking mind, Hermione honestly thought she might have imagined how thick he was, and how good he felt when he split her open.

"Fuck," he growled, sliding all the way into her, and turning his head to kiss her calf, moving slowly against her.

So slowly that she was breathless, and couldn't help but whimper for him to please move faster. "I won't break," she whimpered.

He chuckled under his breath. "So impatient." Draco mused. "Harder?"

Hermione nodded. "Please." She gasped when he slammed into her, her hand flying out to clutch the sheets. "Draco!" She screamed, writhing under his touch when he pressed his thumb against her clit. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." She whimpered, her head rolling to the side.

He muttered that he wouldn't last as long if he fucked her this hard, and she retorted that she didn't bloody care. He smirked, whispering to her just how pretty she looked when she trembled under him as she came, her back arching, and her tits shaking.

Draco pulled out of her, his fingertips brushing her clit once more as he laid beside her. "This is a pleasant surprise." He murmured, wrapping one of her curls around his finger before letting it go.

Hermione grinned, throwing her leg over his and moving closer to him. "I didn't want to wait, and technically tomorrow is an off day for me anyway." While she normally would have gone into the Ministry to lessen her workload for the following week, they were renovating her floor, and she could stay home if she liked.

"I'm not complaining." He said, his fingers moving along her side. "I had something to tell you, but I thought I would have to wait until I was home. It was my mother who caused all of this." He motioned between them.

"Oh?" She let him pull her closer while he laid on his back, and she laid her head on his naked chest. "What does she think of us then?"

He shrugged. "If she was shocked, she didn't show it. She wants you to come to the Manor for dinner soon."

Hermione stilled from tracing a scar on his chest, and she lifted her head to look at him. "I'm not sure she would want me there, Draco. I'd rather not make your mother feel uncomfortable. I know since I'm an Mug -"

He cut her off by pressing his finger to her lips. "She doesn't care that you're Muggleborn, Granger. Even if she did, she would have to accept it because I have no intentions of losing you."

"That's a big thing to claim," she smiled.

"Then I suppose I'll just have to keep winning you over then. I could spend the rest of my life wooing you." He pressed his lips to her forehead, and again, she was taken with how sweet he was to her.

"You've won me well enough," she laughed. "I have something I would like to tell you as well." Hermione clasped her hands together nervously. "If there is a next time, when I am in heat I mean, that I tell you to mark me.." Hermione trailed off.

"I won't just claim you, sweetheart. If that's what you're worried about -"

She shook her head, moving to straddle his waist while she tried to get the words out. "What I am trying, and failing, to say is that I want you to. I want you to mark me because I can't think of anything better than being yours. It's so bizarre because I know it's only been a few weeks, and this sounds like every single failed teenage romance I've ever heard, but I -" Hermione cleared her throat. "It's you. It's definitely you that I want, and it's not just some old magic anymore."

He stared at her, gripping her waist, and she could feel his cock growing hard against her bare folds. "Tell me that again, when we haven't just done this, and I know beyond all doubt that it's not just pillow talk."

She rolled her eyes. "Malfoy, if I didn't know how badly you wanted it, I would think you were trying to get out of it."

His eyes darkened, and he moved her by her hips, helping her grind against his cock. "I want you to tell me again so I know you won't have regrets."

Hermione nodded, leaning down to nip the shell of his ear before whispering "When you do, I have a fantasy of you fucking me from behind when you do it, licking my mating gland before you sink your teeth into it. Would that be too much to ask for?"

He growled, lifting her up to impale her on his cock. "You are going to feel me for weeks."