A/N: Lemons down below, you have been warned!
Draco walked into the potions dungeon for the last class they will have with the first years. Hermione needed to use the restroom so he entered alone. When he got to the desk he saw a cauldron cake with a note on it. It said, "To Miss Granger with Love."
Draco had to make a huge effort to keep a straight face. Anger and jealousy burst inside of him and for a second his brain was a wreck. Then he took a deep breath and remembered that whoever left this cauldron cake had to be eleven years old. Then he had a thought and brought the cake to his nose. He took a whiff. It smelled like books, Darjeeling tea, and Hermione Granger's perfume. He lifted his eyes to look at the class. This time the anger in his face was obvious. The children all looked terrified. He scanned the room and saw a blonde Slytherin boy that looked a lot like he did at that age, all hair gel and cufflinks on his uniform shirt. The boy was red as a tomato and avoided his gaze. Draco made a beeline for him. When he was next to the boy, who still tried to focus on his desk, Draco took a knee and spoke softly so the boy would be the only one that could hear him.
"It is illegal for underage wizards to carry around love potions. And it is definitely illegal to try to spice the food of a teacher with an illegally obtained potion. Fifty points from Slytherin and be grateful that this will stay between us."
The boy nodded, holding back tears. Draco stood up and felt a bit of guilt about how strongly he had reacted to the antics of an eleven-year-old boy. He looked around at the group and smiled when he made eye contact with a terrified-looking brunette girl in a Gryffindor uniform. He turned back to the boy and leaned down to speak in his ear again.
"If you want to do things right, learn what girls like Miss Granger look like at your age. See miss Marin there? That is exactly what Hermione Granger was at eleven years old."
The boy looked at him like he was a guru. He looked at the girl, who was now blushing. Then he looked back at Draco
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco nodded, put the cauldron cake in his robe pocket and walked to the front of the room. By now Hermione was walking in.
"What did I miss?" she said with a smile.
"Nothing really," he answered, giving her a wink.
At lunchtime Hermione was again late, so Draco walked straight to the Gryffindor table, where Ginny and Neville were all chuckles and Eskimo kisses. He splatted the cauldron cake on the table, startling them.
"I got competition. Freaking first year tried to slip Hermione a love potion in a fucking cake."
The other two burst out laughing. Draco crossed his arms and pouted. Neville finally caught his breath and said
"Well, you either score or you watch someone else score. You told me that yourself."
Draco leaned over the table and bumped his forehead on it repeatedly. Ginny was about to talk when a wispy silver otter floated in front of Draco, speaking with Hermione's voice.
"I'm not going to have time for lunch. Grab me a sandwich? What did I miss?"
Draco sigh and started to make a sandwich for Hermione. He didn't have time to react when Ginny pulled out her wand, wordlessly conjured her Patronus and recorded a message
"Only that Malfoy is in love with you."
Draco lifted his head, horrified. The horse Patronus ran out of the hall. Neville had covered his mouth with his hand, perplex. Ginny gave Draco a challenging eyebrow.
"What the fuck, Ginny? I was going to find a way to tell her!"
Ginny countered
"When? When you give the toast at her wedding to another guy?"
Draco huffed
"Well, whatever I was going to do it definitely was not going to be a giant talking horse!"
Ginny shrugged, unfazed.
"Well, now you two can deal with it before the sexual tension between you make the castle blow again."
Draco grabbed the sandwich and huffed again. He said
"Screw you, Ginny."
Then he just walked out.
The redhead smiled at her boyfriend
"He called me Ginny. Awe!"
Neville shook his head and chuckled, then he peppered some more kisses on her face.
Draco waited to walk into the charms classroom until the class was about to start. He sat next to Hermione and silently passed her the sandwich. She smiled at him, flushed. They had one more class at the end of the day, so they walked together in silence, avoiding eye contact. After the last class of the day was done, he said to her
"I need to do something so don't wait for me, go to dinner." He gave her a half smile and ran before she could react.
She walked to the great hall slowly, then let herself fall on the seat and gave Ginny a glare. Ginny challenged
"What?"
"Seriously Ginny? A fucking talking horse? I just spent the most excruciating time not talking to Draco while we had a whole afternoon of classes together."
Ginny frowned
"He avoided you?"
Hermione shook her head
"Is not like that. It was just awkward. What if he really doesn't like me? We have to spend all day together and share quarters. Is going to be horrible."
Neville put his hand on hers to stop her
"Hermione, he likes you, a lot. So much you would be surprised. Please, don't withhold on this. Help the poor bloke. He is desperate."
Hermione looked stunned. She finished her meal silently. Her friends let her be.
After dinner, she automatically walked to her quarters. She stopped in front of the portrait that guarded the entrance. For a minute she considered making a run for it. But to what end? She couldn't avoid him too long. They had every class together, they were head boy and head girl and they shared quarters. Better to get whatever this was over with. She gave the portrait the password and walked in. The first thing she saw was Winky, carrying something red and green on her arms, but when she saw Hermione the elf squealed and popped out. Hermione lifted her gaze and her jaw dropped. The common room was full of red roses. There had to be at least two hundred freshly cut red roses in vases all over the place. Draco was standing on the other side of the room, with one more red rose in his hand. His heart was hammering in his chest, threatening to burst out. Hermione's mouth spoke before she could think
"You love me."
He answered
"Yes"
They both stood silently for a full minute. Then she ran and jumped into his arms. Luckily he was close to the wall so they didn't fall over. She kissed him passionately and he responded equally, lifting her by the buttocks so she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bedroom. He let her down gently on the bed and crawled on top of her, all the time kissing. He trailed kisses from her mouth down her jaw, to her neck and when he got to her uniform tie he was going to loosen it up when he took a second to stop himself.
"Hermione, if this is too fast we can wait, I can…"
She pulled off his uniform tie and ripped his oxford shirt open. He looked at her hungrily and paid her in kind. He kissed and bit her neck before trailing down to her chest, cupping her breasts and kissing her nipples over the lace of her bra. She waved her wand and vanished what was left of both their clothes. He panicked for a few seconds when he saw his faded dark mark exposed. She lifted her forearm with the mudblood scar and said
"The crazy bastards that marked us are gone, Draco. We can do whatever we want now. We are free to live and we are free to love."
He looked at her with utter adoration and capture her mouth again in a kiss. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and used her hand to guide him to her entrance. Before he could slow her down she pushed him in. He growled and when he was all in he stilled himself and looked at her.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Then she started a slow rolling movement of her hips, and he let her lead, falling deeper and deeper into this passion haze until her louder moans and the faster rhythm announced her climax. She held tight wrapping him with her arms and legs and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, and when he felt her walls clench around him he let himself spill. They hold onto each other for a while, until he slid to her side and after performing a cleaning charm he pulled her close to cocoon her in his arms. He ran his fingers on her curls and said.
"Guess what. Tomorrow is Saturday. We don't have to leave the bed all day."
She chuckled
"What about food?"
He smiled
"We have an eager, matchmaking crazed house elf that I'm sure will be ecstatic to see that all her hard work with the roses paid off. I'm sure we have guaranteed room service all weekend."
