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Hermione.

Hermione Jean Granger.

I watched as the moonlight danced across her fair skin, lighting up her sleeping form in a way that was almost ethereal.

She looked like an angel. My very own angel, even though I knew I didn't deserve it.

I trailed my fingertips along the smooth curve of her lower back, before moving up toward her shoulders, my fingers tracing the scars that rested there.

I hated seeing them. I hated knowing that she'd suffered and that I hadn't been there.

There were so many scars. Too many.

She shifted slightly, turning her head so that she was facing me, eyes still closed.

I could make out all the little freckles that decorated the bridge of her nose, the shadow that her long lashes created on her cheekbones, the way one stray curl fell across her forehead, and how perfectly pink her pouty lips were.

Beautiful.

I lightly trailed my knuckles over her cheek and brushed the curl from her face.

I loved her more than anything in the world, and it was scary sometimes, how much I cared for her, how much I needed her - wanted her.

I was worried that she'd realize how amazing she was - and I wasn't - and leave me. I had no idea what I'd do if she did, because she was the best thing that had happened to me.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" she murmured softly, her toffee eyes staring up at me.

I smiled, running a hand through her curls, "I couldn't sleep."

At that she shifted, moving so she was sitting up facing me, the blanket wrapped around her, "Did you have a nightmare?"

I shook my head. I hadn't had those in a while. Not since she'd told me she loved me.

"You look beautiful when you sleep."

It was too dark for me to see her face clearly, but I knew that a blush was spreading across her cheeks.

"You need to rest. I'm worried about you." she said softly, trailing her delicate fingertips over my cheek.

"Don't be." I said, capturing her hand in mine and pressing a kiss to it, "I'm okay."

And I was.

She smiled and leaned forward, closing the distance between our lips.

I tangled a hand in her hair, tugging her closer, and she sighed relaxing into my touch.

"I love you." she said softly, her lips brushing against mine with every word.

I groaned and pushed her down onto the bed, moving so that I was hovering above her.

"I love you too."

Her smile was breathtaking, and before I could say anything else she slid her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss her.

Her lips were soft and her tongue slid into my mouth effortlessly, exploring.

I never understood how this one woman had the power to render me completely speechless, but she did.

It was like she was everything I'd ever wanted - she was everything I'd ever wanted.

Her small hands wandered over my back, down my arms, lightly trailing over the faded dark mark, before wiggling against me.

I chuckled and slowly slid into her, relishing in the feel of having her wrapped around me so perfectly - always so perfectly.

We moved together slowly. I wanted to remember every moment, every touch, every gasp of air that she took, every moan against my ear.

All of it.

"Draco," she said softly, nails digging into my shoulders - not that I minded.

"I know." I said, shifting my position slightly, sliding even deeper into her inviting heat.

We were both teetering on the edge, dangerously close to falling over into oblivion.

I pressed my lips to hers in a kiss, swallowing the sounds of her moans as she came around me, and I wasn't too far behind her.

"I love you." she whispered, breaking the silence that had settled around us.

I would never, ever get tired of hearing those words.

"And I love you. Always."

I felt her smile against my chest, her small frame curling against me, and before she drifted back off to sleep she said, "Always."

Hermione.

Hermione Jean Granger.

Just a little look into the Draco that's currently running around in my head.

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