Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credit to J.K Rowling for the creation of the Harry Potter universe. I just found a plot for this ship.

Warning: Rated M. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: Crash and Burn, Savage Garden
Lyric of choice: Give me a moment please, to tame your wild wild heart.

Lemons and Fluff ahead… it is a wedding night, after all.

Grammarly is my beta: 7-17

Charmed to You

Chapter 14
Crash into Me

Hermione hated feeling helpless. But as she landed on the soft bed and felt Draco's arms wrap around her holding her to him she felt a bit helpless for a moment. And then when she realized that the claiming was about to burn her alive and she had no idea what she should do, another burst of helplessness washed over her.

She felt her fear rush out of her as she said hoarsely. "I don't know what to do?"

Because it was true, she didn't have a clue what she was supposed to do in this situation because she had never in her life found herself in this situation. Nor had she ever read about something like this. This intense burning, a feeling like he was somehow a balm to her soul.

His chuckle and words didn't calm her. She wanted to hit him for a moment because she was suddenly so frustrated and then he was kissing her and she felt her mouth give under the pressure from his and let out a small moan as heat rushed down her from their joined mouths. It was like the heat that had overwhelmed her in the basement of the church, except it didn't burn. It tingled somehow.

His hands were tangled in her hair, pulling it out from under her as he rolled her so that she was under him. Her hands fisted in the robe at his shoulder as she held on for all that she was worth. Eventually, they had to come up for air, and she sucked in deep panting breaths. Oh, Merlin, she was so dizzy.

She blinked and then watched as Draco glanced down her body looking frustrated.

Then he was bunching the robe in his hands and pulling it up. She shifted to help him and then gasped as it was lifted over her bottom, she wasn't wearing any undergarments! But suddenly that didn't matter because Draco was pulling her robe over her head and untangling it from her too long hair, and she watched his eyes flash with what she knew had to be desire, and he was crushing her to him and kissing her again, greedily, roughly, perfectly.

She sighed into his mouth and nibbled at his lip. Smiling as she felt him moan in pleasure. She pulled at his robe but found that she was not strong enough to yank the thing off. He chuckled and gave her another long drugging kiss before he tore his mouth away from hers and he sat up, yanking his robe off and tossing it aside.

Hermione felt her eyes widen as she took in his glowing chest. He wasn't as thin as she remembered, but he was lean. His muscles flexed and his biceps were strong. She ran her hands over his chest and watched him tense, his breath coming out in a soft it was her turn to tense as she felt his hand graze lightly down her collar bone and then between her breasts. His fingers tangled for a moment in the chain of her necklace and then he let it drop back onto her chest and he was leaning forward, his kisses falling along her jaw and up to her ear.

Her hair fanned out all around them, still shining with whatever Niffy had added to it. He was brushing it back from her face as he nibbled at her earlobe causing her to let out soft little gasping moans. His other hand was drawing circles on her flat abdomen around her belly button and she felt that fire again, it shifted and moved lower and it was all she could do not to twitch her hips.

He growled suddenly and she felt him shift, his stiff erection grazed on her thigh and she closed her eyes and did flex her hips now, moving them up so that his hand pushed on her belly, which she was sure had to be on fire. He let out a low moan and moved his hand lower, his fingers getting lost in her slick folds. He pulled at her curls there softly and she bit his shoulder.

He chuckled and then pushed a finger through and flicked softly at her clit.

"Draco!"

His fingers paused and he let out a soft groan, biting softly at the pulse point in her neck. "I like when you call my name like that," he said in a rather lewd tone. "If you had done that in school we might have gotten here faster."

Hermione gasped and then hit him outraged. "Draco!" she said sharply and felt him chuckle again and then she let out a keening moan as his fingers pushed into her and the fire exploded in her groin.

"Draco!"

"Better," he said softly when her tone went back to the needy plea.

She was withering her hips as he pushed into her carefully. He seemed too controlled, and she hated that, she was totally out of control and he seemed to be just fine. She was panting as he used one finger to flick her clit and two others to stretch her. She raked her nails down his back and smiled as he hissed. But he seemed to want to keep torturing her and she wasn't sure how much more of this she could stand.

Finally, she cried out and yanked at his hair. "You have to do something!"

She expected to hear him chuckle, or tease her, but when his eyes met hers they were wild with desire and he was kissing her again, and shifting himself moving his hand.

She cried out, upset that he was taking her pleasure away, and then gasped as she felt something else pushing between her folds.

"Draco!" And now her voice rang with fear because she suddenly knew what was about to happen.

His mouth dragged over her collar bone and his arms seemed to tremble. "Put your arms around me, Hermione," he said in a shaky voice.

She moved her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders and he nodded a bit choppily.

"It hurts baby, the first time. I will be gentle but it hurts, and I will feel it too, and I am so sorry."

Hermione was panting now her eyes wide. Their gazes locked and she bit her lip as he slowly pushed his way into her.

At first, it just felt full, so very full and then she felt it, a burning pinching sensation and she tensed.

He froze his eyes closing and his breath hissing out of his lips, sounding harsh in the quiet room. "Baby, don't tense up. Please don't tense up."

Hermione gave a small sob as she felt him move a little further into her. He was big, so big, and she was suddenly so worried.

She closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing and then felt his hands wrapping around her face.

"Look at me," he said harshly.

Hermione obeyed because he sounded so desperate and then he was kissing her and the fire was exploding again and suddenly he pushed into her and there was another pinch, this one stronger and then nothing but warm heat, and a pleasure such as she had never known, rushing over seemed that their bodies glowed for a moment and then he was moving and lifting his mouth from hers his eyes wild, burning almost silver.

Hermione tightened her grip on his shoulders and lifted her leg, moaning as she did so because he went even deeper, and then she felt his mouth on her neck as her hands roamed his back, which was damp with perspiration.

She felt as if she was flying as she felt his mouth move to suck at her breast. When he bit down on her nipple she let out a small scream and then he was lifting her legs around his waist and moving faster and stars started exploding in her head. She imagined that this was the feeling people had when they were flying on a broom. Utter complete abandoned euphoria.

And as her world seemed to flip on its axis she called out his name and heard him groan out hers into her neck, then she felt darkness overwhelm her again and his heavy weight settled over her and she closed her eyes.

OoOOoOoOooO

Draco was panting and trying to keep his arms locked so that he didn't crush his wife. He groaned and sucked at her neck, feeling her crashing pulse against his lips as his orgasm continued. Her tight body milking it all out of him. A predatory sense of accomplishment rushed over him as he jerked his hips, making sure he pushed his seed into her. He could have children now, could be making a child this very minute actually. His mother had told him that the binding ceremony was rumored to cure any type of sterilization, either natural or magic made. He had felt the ministries contraception spell lift from him as soon as their hands had been joined with the silver rope. His balls had burned and he had known somehow that he could procreate again.

Slowly he pushed himself up and smiled as he realized that Hermione had apparently fainted, or maybe she simply didn't have the energy to move. He let out a small gusting breath and shifted them so that he was still joined with her but laying on her side. He wrapped a leg around her small ones and let out a contented sigh.

He had only slept with a virgin once before, and it had been an awkward stunted experience, especially as he had been a virgin as well, and didn't know what the hell he was doing. That relationship had lasted for a year before they had grown tired of each other. After that, his other two lovers had left him with a rather unsatisfied feeling and he had just concentrated on his business instead. Sure the stupid magazines gossiped about him all the time but he had lived a rather sedate life the last two years.

Nothing however that he had experienced had prepared him for the intensity of emotion that had just happened as he had made love with Hermione. And while he wanted to blame all of it on the binding ceremony he knew he couldn't. He had felt so damn privileged, so special, as he had made love to her. He had felt whole for the first time in his adult life. Like he was clean; as if the fire that had burned them up with desire had also burned away all his sins. And, Merlin he had sinned.

He turned her so that he could kiss her eyebrows softly. She let out a soft little sigh and her lips lifted in a sweet smile.

He had never felt more strong than he did right now as he held this woman in his arms. As if nothing made him more worthy than the fact that she trusted him so much as to lay naked with him. She had given him her body, and he didn't deserve it. Merlin knows he didn't deserve this fragile, gentle woman in his arms. But he would never let her go.

He had heard professors talk about love affairs that had changed history, brought kingdoms to their knees, and as a child, he had scoffed at it, certain that such a thing could never happen. But as he gazed at the calm, sleeping form that was his wife, he knew without a doubt that he would die for this woman. He would walk through the gates of hell and defy the devil himself, all to keep this woman happy.

And when Draco Malfoy should have been terrified of such an emotion; when he should be pacing in agitation at such a worthless emotion as this surely was, he didn't move, instead he closed his eyes and let the soft peace of the moment wash over him.

He would put up his wards again tomorrow; erect his walls to keep himself safe against feeling too much. Tonight he was just as vulnerable as she was, and that was fine with him.

Notes:
I think that went well… right? Poor Draco, I think that tilted his world a bit.

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About that ring…