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Chapter 7: Day Seven Thursday

Day Seven

Thursday Morning:

When Draco Malfoy arrived to work on Thursday morning he was not at all surprised already to find Hermione Granger there. He was not at all surprised to find her in the lab, already hard at work with Scott Cohn by her side. In fact, if he were a betting man, he would have bet 1000 galleons that Hermione probably did not go straight home last night. She probably didn't go home at all. She probably came straight up to the Lab and started working right away.

He decided to let them continue with their work. At about 11:00 am, Hermione and Scott came rushing into Draco's office, both laughing and having a grand old time. Before Scott could tell Draco the good news, Hermione exuberantly said, "We did it, Malfoy. The Aspergilla worked! The new Veritaserum potion can no longer be made ineffective by an antidote!"

"It's true, Draco," Scott exclaimed, "we worked all night, and this morning started conducting tests, and each test came back with 100 percent results. I mean, I know that the Ministry will want us to do some blind studies, and more thorough testing, but as of now it really seems that it works!" Draco stood and shook Scott's hand and came around his desk and gave Hermione a small hug.

"Do you know what this means, Malfoy?" Hermione baited. "It means that all those wizards who are questioned by the Ministry under Veritaserum, and who have taken the Veritaserum antidote before hand, will still be unable to lie! The antidote will no longer be valid. Oh, if only we had this right after the war, so many more Death Eaters could have been brought to justice."

"Slow down, Hermione," Draco laughed as he turned back to Scott, "Cohn, you have your staff write up a report right away, oh, and get a message to both the Minister's office and the Head Auror's office with the good news. They'll want to know about this, too." At this, Scott turned to leave Draco and Hermione alone in the office.

Draco turned back to Hermione and asked, "Did you even go home and go to bed last night?" He walked up to her, and put his arms around and kissed her forehead.

"Well, I went home to change and feed the cat, but then I came straight back here," she said humbly, while putting her arms around his neck and kissing his mouth chastely.

"Go home, Granger, right now! Get some sleep, and take a shower. In fact just take the rest of the day off," Draco told her as he let her go and walked back over to sit at his desk.

"But, I should help Scott with the reports, and we may need to do more test," she argued.

Scott had just walked back into Draco's office and turned to her and said,
"Hermione, you did more for this project than you could possibly know. Take a well-deserved break. All of this will still be here tomorrow. Anyway, surely you want to rest before the Ministry dinner tonight," and with that said, Scott left Draco's office again, still mumbling about their accomplishments.

Hermione turned to Draco and inquired, "There's a Ministry dinner tonight?"

"Yes. Did you not get the memo? It went out last week," Draco said, without really looking at her. He started moving papers around on his desk.

"Last week I was still working at my old job, and O'Brien always made sure that I DIDN'T receive interdepartmental memos," Hermione groaned. She sat in the chair across from Draco's desk and stared at him.

He finally looked back up at her and said, "What are you still doing here? I thought you were taking the rest of the afternoon off."

"Are you going to the dinner tonight, Malfoy?" she asked hesitantly.

"Probably," he replied curtly. He then stood up, went over to the table in his office, and started looking through some papers there.

"How long have your known about this dinner?" Hermione, who was still seated, asked. What she wanted to ask was 'were you planning on asking me to go with you?' Although, she didn't ask that last part.

"What?" Draco wasn't paying attention to her, or at least he wanted Hermione to think he was not paying attention.

"Nothing, never mind. Have fun at the dinner tonight, Malfoy," Hermione said begrudgingly, as she stood to leave. She had almost reached the door when Draco grabbed her from behind.

"Wear something pretty tonight Hermione so that all the men at the dinner with be jealous of the fact that I have the best looking witch of the whole Ministry on my arm. Look pretty enough so that all the witches will wish they were you, and sexy enough so that all the wizards will wish they were me." He kissed the side of her neck, and then tickled her ribs.

"You prat," she turned and slapped his arm. "Does that mean you want me to go with you?"

"Sometimes you are denser than a piece of plywood, Granger," Draco told her.
"Go home, take a nap for a couple of hours, and then meet me at 'Paragons' at 3:00 pm, and we'll buy you something pretty to wear. The dinner doesn't start until 8:00 pm, so you should have plenty of time to get ready."

"Where is 'Paragon's?" Hermione asked with a frown on her face.

"You've never heard of 'Paragon's Perfect Formalwear' before? It's in Diagon Alley," he said as he stroked the side of her face.

"Wait a minute. That's a very posh store where you need an appointment to even shop there. I can't buy anything there, Malfoy," she grimaced.

"Who said you were buying? I'm totally paying for your gown, gloves, shoes, purse, undergarments, everything, tonight, Granger. As I said, you'll be on the arm of Draco Malfoy, and I for one have certain standards to live up to that do not include white cotton granny panties." He kissed her on the forehead, and then started to shove her toward the door.

"By the way, you never returned those knickers, Malfoy," she said as he shoved her out his door.

He walked up to the door, leaned on the frame, smiled at her, and said, "Consider them my token from our trip to the forest, Granger. You know, something from you, to me, that when I look at them, I will always remember that wonderful night of passionate lovemaking we shared in the Forbidden Forest," he trailed off as he shut the door.

She wondered what he was going on about, and before she could ponder it further, she turned around and ran directly in to the chest of one Mister Harry Potter, and he did not look happy. Damn, that Draco. He must have seen that Harry was there when he said that. Once again, he embarrassed her in public regarding all the sex that they were not even having. Wanting to appear nonchalant, Hermione asked, "What brings you down here, Harry?"

"You had sex with Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest?" he barked, while still staring at Draco's closed door.

"Of course not, don't be ridiculous. We've not even had sex yet. Draco was just trying to get a rise out of you. Now, what can I do for you my fine friend?" she said as she hugged him.

Hermione's bright mood lessened Harry's anger and he hugged her back. "I just got a message from Scott Cohn that you both had finished the new Veritaserum potion, and that is appears to make the Veritaserum antidote completely inert. Is this right, Hermione?"

"Oh, Harry, I can't believe it, can you? I'm so happy. I had an idea, I acted on this idea, and it actually worked! Finally, I am doing a job that actually has some purpose!" she gleamed. She hugged him again and finished, "Scott's in the lab. He'll explain it all to you. I need to go home and get some rest, and then Malfoy and I are going shopping for the Ministry dinner tonight. Are you and Ginny going?"

"As much as I hate these things, yes, we are. Actually, you and Malfoy are slated to sit at the same table as us. Draco requested the seating arrangements himself last week, so we'll see you there. Oh, and Hermione, again, congratulations, but you know that I always knew you would do great in this job," he said, as he smiled at her and turned to walk through the door to the lab.

Hermione went to her office to get her things. She wondered how Harry knew that she and Malfoy were slated to sit at his table tonight, when SHE did not even know about this dinner until ten minutes ago. Another odd thing was that Harry said Malfoy requested that Draco and her sit at Harry's table last week. She was not even working for him last week. Well, it was best not to think about it too much. Hermione grabbed her things, went to the lobby, and went home.

Thursday early afternoon:

She was still asleep when she heard knocking at her door. Oh no, was it already 3:00 o'clock? She looked at her watch. No, it was not 3:00 o'clock. It was 20 minutes after. She was supposed to meet Malfoy at 3:00 pm. She was late and that was he at the door. She had only slept for about 45 minutes. After she got home, she showered and washed her hair, ate some lunch, fed her cat, and by the time she laid down, it was already 30 minutes after 2:00 pm. She should not have slept at all. A little bit of sleep always made her feel worse than no sleep at all. She also had the beginnings of a massive headache. She went to open her door, motioned for Draco to enter, and without a word went to her bathroom's medicine cabinet to look for a headache potion. He followed her to the loo and said, "What's wrong? You were supposed to meet me at 3:00 pm. I made this appointment at Paragon's last week, and they don't take kindly to people being late for their appointments."

"I ended up with only a 45-minute nap, and when I woke up, I had a massive headache. Let me just take this potion, and I'll be right out." Hermione shut the bathroom door and took the potion. If she was of a better frame of mind, she might have wondered how he knew to make an appointment for her to get a new gown a week ago, when she was only told about the dinner that day.

"Hurry up, Hermione!" Draco implored as he was practically pulling Hermione out of her flat. She took the headache potion, and while it helped some, she still felt a twinge of a headache, and she was very tired. Draco disapparated them directly to Paragon's.

Draco rang a buzzer that was located outside the door, and a snobbish looking woman answered. "Mr. Malfoy, you're late!" she said in a singsong voice, "If it wasn't for the fact that you are you, and that you made this appointment last week, well, we wouldn't even let you inside."

That reminded Hermione; she turned to Draco as they walked into the store and said, "How did you make this appointment for me to get a dress for the Ministry's dinner, as far back as last week, when I only started dating you this week? Also, how did you know I would even go to the dinner, seeing that I didn't know about it until today?"

"Granger, Granger, Granger. You think too much," he smiled.

"That doesn't answer my questions," Hermione reprimanded.

"Isn't she beautiful, Miss Eileen?" Draco asked the snobbish woman.

"Yes, indeed, and I have already taken the liberty of picking out a few dresses for her to try on. I hope they all fit. I remembered her size from the dress you bought her last Saturday," Miss Eileen stated, as she went to get a rack full of dresses from another room.

Things were getting more and more curious, Hermione thought. She would not be appeased. Malfoy was going to answer her questions. Her head was starting to hurt again from trying to figure out the entire thing. As soon as Miss Eileen returned with the dresses, Hermione said to her, "Would you mind giving us a few moments?" to which the older witch just huffed out of the room.

"Draco Malfoy, are you my stalker or something?" Hermione asked plaintively.

"You're talking rubbish, Granger. How do you like this green gown? Isn't green your favorite colour?" Draco held up a green beaded gown.

Hermione, who was in no mood for games, and wanted answers to her questions, said squarely, "Draco Malfoy, you will answer my questions now, or I will leave and never come back. How did you make this appointment for me to try on dresses last week, when we were not even dating yet? In addition, Harry told me you put in for us to share a table with him and Ginny last week. How did you know I would go to this thing with you last week, when we weren't yet seeing each other? I wasn't even working for you last week. I didn't even know about this bloody dinner until this afternoon," she rambled on, while walking in circles around him, "and one last thing, Malfoy, how did you know my dress size last Saturday, to pick out that dress for me that I wore to our first date?"

"Are you done talking?" Draco said dryly, while looking at his fingernails.

"Draco Malfoy, don't be condensing! I will not be treated like a child, or an imbecile. Please answer my questions!" she screamed.

"I think this silver dress would look lovely with your skin tone," he said to humour her, while holding up the silver dress.

"I still think I hate you sometimes!" she bellowed, as she pushed him out of the way and walked out of the store.

He caught up with her before she could apparate away, and said, "Don't be rude, Hermione, it's very hard to get an appointment in that store, and they don't just see anyone you know." He seized her wrist and tried to pull her back down the street.

"Malfoy, if you don't let go of me the Stupefying hex I threw at you the other night will be nothing compared to what I will do to you now." She was serious.

"Fine, Hermione, sit down here and I'll try to answer your questions. You have five minutes." He sat on the curb and patted the pavement beside him.

"Fine, Draco!" she mocked him and then sighed as she sat. "First question, how did you know my dress size?"

"In all honesty, I asked the girl Weasley aka Potter," he responded.

"When did you ask her this?' Hermione inquired.

"The day I found out about the Ministry Dinner, which again in all honesty, was one week before the interdepartmental memo even went out," he told her.

"How did you know I would even go with you?" she asked more calmly.

"I didn't. I just hoped. I had already put in for your transfer to my department, and I thought you would have already been working for me by the time the memo came out. I had no idea it would take me three weeks to get you transferred," he answered.

"This is going well. I'm pleased with all your answers so far," Hermione began, "Why did you just tell me about the dinner today?"

"I rather forgot about it, if truth were known. I just remembered when Cohn mentioned it. I have been rather busy this week, you know. And by the way, I am not some prisoner being interrogated under your new Veritaserum, Granger, so please stop acting as such." He was getting annoyed. "Pleased with my answers so far," he mocked her and added, "Honestly woman."

"One last question," she said, "are you my stalker?" At this last question, she pushed her shoulder into his, and laughed, and stood up and offered him her hand to help him stand.

"Yes, I am your stalker, Granger, and I don't need help up, you mean little witch," he said. He stood up and walked back to the door of the shop, and motioned for her to follow.

After only a quarter of an hour in the store, Hermione found the perfect dress. It was a turquoise, calf length, silk dress with black lace over the silk. It had a full skirt and a cinched waist. It was very pretty and it made Hermione smile. She also bought some new lingerie (much to Draco's chagrin), and black ballerina slippers. She insisted on buying the lingerie herself, even though it was more money than she made in an entire month, because Malfoy made some type of comment about how he had better get to see her model whatever he was purchasing. When they left the store, Hermione and Draco forgot that they were even angry at each other, and walked arm in arm down Diagon Alley.

When they arrived back at her flat, he handed her the packages, and gave her a small kiss goodbye. "I'll see you in a couple of hours, Hermione," he said over his shoulder as he waved goodbye. Hermione went into her apartment to get ready for the dinner.

Thursday Evening:

Draco and Hermione walked arm in arm into the banquet hall where the Ministry dinner was taking place. The whole room sparkled. As they walked in, Hermione was completely oblivious to the stares they were attracting. Draco was not. He thought to himself that some people were staring because Hermione looked so beautiful, and some were staring because they were together. It didn't matter. Let then all stare. Malfoy thought they looked perfect together and that everything was finally right in his world.

They sat down at their table, Hermione taking the seat next to Harry's seat. They started to eat, and were enjoying some wonderful conversation, when Percy Weasley came over to their table, with Scott Cohn, and Scott's wife.

"Hello, Harry, Draco, Hermione. Hello my pretty little sister," Percy said to Ginny, "How is everyone tonight?"

Everyone said, "Fine", "great", or some other affirmative response. Scott and his wife sat down, and he introduced her to everyone. Percy said, "Congratulations again, Scott and Draco, on the work you did on the new Veritaserum. This is just the kind of positive thing we need at the Ministry right now. Well, I must go make a few announcements. I'll return to your table later," he promised, and then he left.

Harry leaned over to Hermione and whispered in her ear, "Why didn't he congratulate you as well. After all, you kind of cracked the whole thing, didn't you?"

"Probably just an oversight," Hermione answered back.

The dinner was in full swing when the Minister of Magic walked up to the podium. He spoke for a while about some boring things, then yapped away about some up coming events, and then he told them all he had some great news. "One of the more exciting things I have to mention to you all, is that after many months of hard work, our Potion's Department has finally come up with a new formula for Veritaserum, which no known antidote can undermine. I would like to take this moment to recognize their hard work, and especially to thank Scott Cohn and Draco Malfoy, for finally completing the project. Scott finally found just the right ingredients, and Draco himself went into the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts to secure them! Now that's dedication. Gentlemen, stand and take a bow."

Draco looked down at Hermione as he stood, and saw her hurt expression. Scott stood and started waving at everyone who was applauding. Harry Potter, who did not clap his hands even once, glared at Draco, and then looked at Hermione, who seemed close to tears.

After the applause died down, the Minister made a few more remarks, and then told everyone to tuck in and enjoy.

When Draco sat down, he again looked at Hermione, who was looking at her plate. Her hands were folded on her lap, and when he reached under the table to grasp one, she pulled them away. She got up, excused herself from the table, and headed toward the lady's room, with Ginny close behind.

Harry spoke first, "You're a bloody bastard, Malfoy. So are you, Cohn. I know you have both worked hard on this damn project for the last couple of months, but you wouldn't even have solved the problem if it wasn't for Hermione, and yet she gets no recognition at all. Moreover, it's not as if you went to the Forbidden Forest by yourself, Malfoy, and you sure as hell wouldn't have gotten out alive if it wasn't for Hermione! You both make me sick." Harry stood up, threw down his napkin and left the table.

Draco caught up with Harry outside in the hallway and said, "Always one for the theatrics aren't you, Potter?"

"Shut up, Malfoy, before I shut you up. I knew you were just using her. You were using her to further your career. I knew you weren't sincere. This has been one long orchestrated act, hasn't it, Ferret?" Harry said, as he pushed Malfoy, and drew his wand.

"If you touch me again, you will be know as the 'Boy who Lived' to be killed by Draco Malfoy," Draco snarled with a low voice as he too whipped out his wand.

Ginny came out of the lady's room and said, "Both of you stop this right now! You're Ministry employees, and you will not draw your wands here. Harry, let's go home. Draco, go back inside the hall."

"Don't tell me what to do, little red," Malfoy told Ginny. Harry tried to get to Draco again, but Scott had come out into the hall and pushed Harry back.

"Listen, Potter, Draco and I have worked very hard on this. We gave Hermione the proper credit to her face, but why should she get all the public credit? We would have eventually figured out the proper ingredients."

Now Harry felt like hitting Scott. Draco said to Harry, "Yeah, Potter, I guess we're not any better than you. After all, did you ever give Hermione any credit, in all the years you've known her? All the years in school, she helped you and the redheaded dimwit with your homework, and all the times she figuratively saved your arse. And how about during the war, I was there. I know how you all treated her like some fragile heirloom, which was too weak to do any real fighting, even though if it weren't for her brains, you probably would not even have won. Hell, Potter, just because you feel guilty for treating her like shite for 12 years, don't get on us about it. I know that in school she was a little Miss Know-it-all, who absolutely wetted her pants every time she would be acknowledged by a teacher, but I don't think she even cares about that kind of thing anymore, Scarhead, so why get your wand in a knot about it?"

Harry had seriously had enough, and had his wand back out in a flash, when Hermione, whom no one had even noticed had come out of the bathroom, spoke. "That's enough from all of you. Harry, Ginny, please just go home. I love you both, but this is between me, Draco and Scott." Ginny hugged Hermione goodbye, Harry gave her a kiss on the cheek, turned and rammed his shoulder into Draco as they left.

Scott spoke first. "Listen, Hermione, I don't want any hard feelings. I really like you and I want to continue working with you. I hope you'll want to keep working with me. I don't feel I need to apologize, because the whole department worked hard on this project, and Percy only singled out Draco and me because we are the heads of the Department. Also, don't be too hard on Draco here. I knew Percy was going to make this announcement tonight, because I suggested it to him. Draco knew nothing about it. Now, I must go join my wife." He walked by Draco, and patted him on the shoulder and said, "See you at work tomorrow." He then turned to Hermione and added, "You look very beautiful tonight. I hope to see you tomorrow as well."

Draco looked at Hermione and before she could say anything, he said to her, "You have asked a lot of question of me tonight. May I ask one of you?"

She merely looked at him wearily, and nodded. She was tired of this. She did not want to fight anymore.

"Do I now have to defend myself to you, even though I have done nothing wrong, or are you going to take what Cohn said, which is the truth mind you, at face value?"

After seriously thinking about his question for a moment, she said, "You have nothing to defend to me, Malfoy, but could you tell me just one thing? Do you really think so little of me that you think I would have let myself be used by Harry and Ron during school and the war, and that they thought so lowly of me to do so? Do you really think so lowly of me? They're my friends, which is something you'll never understand. They love me. They didn't use me anymore than I would have let them use me. The only one who treated me like shite for all those years, was you, Malfoy. The only one, whom I feel used by, is you." Hermione turned away from Draco, and started to cry. She ran from the hotel and started to run down the street when he caught up with her.

He pulled her around to face him and said, "How have I used you, Granger? By giving you a job that you apparently enjoy and which you do quite well. By buying you things, and taking you places, and enjoying every minute or every day with you. Have I used you by loving you, Hermione? Because, I do, I bloody well love you. Does that make me the bad person again? Am I once again 'Big Bad Malfoy' because I love you?" He was so angry that he was actually turning red.

She looked up at him through her tears and inquired, "You love me? You really love me?"

"Well, ten points to Miss Granger for her wonderful deduction skills. What made you finally figure that one out, the fact that I just spelled it out so plainly?" he argued.

"I love you, too," she said, while turning her back to him.

"You have a funny way of showing me," he said harshly. She could tell he was still angry.

She turned back toward him and said, "So, you love me apparently, and I supposedly love you as well. What do we do now? Continue to fight out here on the street, or go back to your flat and make love?"

"WHAT?" he asked truly shocked. She probably really said something different, and he just imagined the whole 'making love' part.

She shouldn't have said that. It was the first thing that popped in her head, but she really should not have said that. He apparently was still angry and therefore appalled by her suggestion. "If you don't want to, we don't have to," she said as she started to walk away from him.

"Come back here you stupid, stupid girl," he yelled at her as she started walking away. She turned back around and now had her wand out and pointed directly at him, when he said, "Oh, right, I forgot, I get hexed every time I call you stupid. What I meant to say was, of course I want to go back to my flat and make love, you silly girl." He took her wand from her, bent his head down, kissed her, and with his arms wrapped around her, disapparated them both to his flat.

Thursday Night at Draco's:

Draco had wanted to know what Hermione felt like, tasted like, and looked like, for such a long time, probably even years. He even craved to know what she smelled like. He grew excited with the expectation that he was finally about to find out.
He craved this woman. He loved this woman.

They arrived at his flat and walked hand in hand into his bedroom. He was so nervous, he felt like this was his first time. She was so nervous that she honestly felt like crying. Her throat felt tight and her heart was pounding out of her chest. He pulled her close and kissed her on her mouth, and she thought she was melting. Something, which resembled need, filled them both, as the urge to captivate her overwhelmed him. She touched his chest, the heat from her hand scorched his skin even through his shirt, and his reaction sent chills down her spine. He held her close and could feel her taut nipples through her clothing. She could feel his hard need through his. Soon she softly caressed him everywhere with her delicate hands, which burnt every part of him, especially the part that was hard for her.

He kissed her as if his life depended on it. He could smell her sweet scent, and it intoxicated him. He needed completely to drink her in until he was utterly sated.

He dropped his head and captured her lips. No one would ever taste like her. She tasted like perfection. She tasted like home. She was fragile, that much he knew, and as they stood there, he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her so her feet were inches from the floor, and he knew that for this moment, and for perhaps each moment after this, she was completely his.

The feel of his hot breath on her cool skin set on her fire. Only Draco could fill the emptiness that was inside her body and soul. She leaned her head to the right and his raw scent invaded her senses. She felt his searching lips brush against her bare neck, and she groaned. His voice was deep and full of desire, as he returned her groan and then he pulled away from her luscious lips and asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she said with a slight tremor in her voice. His hard arms continued to envelope her and their tongues danced with wild desire. She craved to have his hard muscles pressed against her. She felt as if that was all she ever wanted. Her hands started to explore his chest, his back, his face. He put her feet back on the floor and as he pushed away from her so that he could tear off his jacket. He was overwhelmed with hunger for her. She massaged him through his trousers, and he was rock hard under her hand. He began to shake with desire.

Needing to touch her, and taste her, he reached around and unzipped her dress. It fell off her shoulders as if inviting him to continue. He felt desperate for her. He kissed his way down her jaw and neck, and the sensation sent shockwaves down her entire body. He jerked off his shirt, and unzipped his pants. He wanted to feel skin on skin. Each nerve ending in his body was throbbing for her touch.

He backed her knees to the side of his bed, and she collapsed on top of it. He slid her up toward the headboard and fell next to her. He started to explore her body. He could not believe how soft she was. He was fascinated with every part of her. He hesitated before he touched her breasts. She still had on her bra and panties and he was cautious to remove those last barriers. He would wait for her to remove them.

He touched the swell of one breast with one hand, his thumb touching the nipple through the silk. She wiggled under his touch, and that was his undoing. He could not wait for her, so he reached around and undid the clasp of her bra. He bent his head down to kiss the valley between her breasts, and then he kissed the nipple of one breast, while cupping the other one in his hand.

Draco could not wait to see her completely naked. All she had left was her black panties. He didn't know if he had enough resolve to let her remove them, or if he would let his primeval urges overtake him and rip them off her himself. He gently reached down to brush his fingers between her legs, and she felt she could no longer think straight. He massaged her with his thumb through that last barrier, until she was completely drenched with desire.

He moved to lay on top of her, separating her legs with his knee. He moved his lips once more to each swollen breast, which ached to be kissed. He flicked his tongue back and forth over each mound, his breath and tongue burning her flesh.

She moaned again and said his name. He placed his hand between them again to ease the ache that she felt from wanting him inside her. He continued to stroke her until she was on the verge of orgasm. Thrusting her hips to him, she realized that his hand was bringing her more pleasure than she had ever felt in her life. Wouldn't having him inside her bring her even more pleasure? She reached down and kicked off her panties.

He continued to kiss and lick her naked body. He took off the remainder of his clothing and they continued to make love. Feeling the warm sensations that his body was bringing to her, she again cried out his name again. Needing to envelope her fully, his hand went again to the junction between her thighs and he sank his fingers into her. She was so wet and ready. He played with her like this for a while, watching the pleasure he was giving her with each new expression on her face. He continued to stroke her, and when he saw she was beginning her orgasm, he slid himself into her.

This one single act pierced her very soul. She held his hips, urging him to go faster. She rocked her hips under him and begged to seek the peace that his closeness offered. He quickened his strokes until that final moment of pleasure blinded them both in utter ecstasy. Lifting his hips one last time, he buried himself for the final moment, and then collapsed on top of her.

After a moment, he pulled out of her and settled next to her on the bed. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She shivered beside him as she came down from her high. Afraid of ever letting her go, he held on to her tight. They soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

End of Day Seven