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Chapter Eight
Hermione gasped, her hands tangled in the sheets as she gripped them tightly. Draco thrust into her deeply, hitting that sweet spot inside with every thrust. "Draco," she moaned in pleasure.
He grinned at her. "So fucking sexy," he purred, reaching down and lightly squeezing one of her breasts. "Gods, you feel so perfect."
She glanced into Draco's deep, grey eyes and smiled. It didn't matter how insatiable the two of them were – she knew that she would never tire of Draco. Every time between them felt like it was the first time. It was always special; there was a deep connection between them.
"I love you," Hermione said softly. "I love you so much."
Draco paused, smiling at her. "I love you too, Hermione." Leaning down, he tenderly kissed her. He began to move again, slower this time, as he savoured the feel of her. They kissed, the passion between the two building.
"Almost there," she whispered against his lips.
"Me too," Draco replied. He slipped his hand between their bodies, lightly stroking her clit as he continued to make love to her.
Hermione came with a quiet cry, Draco kissing her, silencing her moans. Draco joined her in completion a few moments later, emptying himself inside of her completely.
The two stilled, holding each other tenderly. Soon, their hearts stopped racing and the two came down from their orgasm-induced high. Draco moved, slipping out of her.
"Hermione, you know I love you more than anything, right?" Draco asked, propping himself up on his elbow to glance at her.
"I know," Hermione said softly, smiling. "I love you more than anything, too."
"The past few weeks have been incredible. I feel like we've certainly learned so much about ourselves, and are continuing to discover new likes and dislikes every day."
"That's what life is about," Hermione pointed out quietly.
"I know, and that's why I know you're the only witch I'll ever want to do this with." Draco reached over into his bedside drawer and pulled out a small box. "Hermione, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He opened the box, his eyes wide as he waited for her response.
Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat. Lying in bed there with Draco, completely naked as he asked her to marry him, Hermione knew that she would never love anyone as much as she loved Draco. She knew that they would continue to explore the world around them and that their love would thrive through it.
"Yes."
