Hello. So, urhm. It's been a while. I lost my self-confidence. And my inspiration and I promise to try harder because I love this fic so much and I refuse to give up on it. This is really short, kind of a filler, but the next chapter will be longer and better. I promise. If you're reading, thank you for sticking with me- means more than you can imagine.

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Draco didn't know why he was so compelled to be near her, but he was and in truth it was driving him insane.

Draco's need to touch her and be close to her constantly was kind of annoying. For him anyway, she didn't seem to mind too much. He'd never leant towards touch as a way to show his affection, but with her it was like it was the only way of expressing himself that he knew and understood. His fingers would constantly tangle in her hair or skim down her back or rub across her neck or even press gently against her lips as she slept. The cottage they were staying in belonged to his mother, and in typical Malfoy fashion it was incredibly luxurious. But in typical Narcissa fashion, it was also understated. It was tucked away among fields of various wheat and produce and only a couple of minutes walk from the sea. It was quiet, but not too quiet. It was a little bit perfect in all honesty. Like everyone seemed to do whenever they went on holiday, Granger totally relaxed, the bags under her eyes lifting and her posture always that little bit less tense. They spent long days in bed, Draco tracing out her neck with light kisses and brush of lips against her skin while she would read him her favourite parts from books. In a surprising way, Granger was pretty awful at cooking, managing to slice, burn and just generally harm herself making a simple meal, more than anyone he had ever known.

Draco pulled himself downstairs as the soft humming of Granger from the shower floated around his ears. He scoffed at the opened letter from Weasley on the table and the half started reply Granger was writing back. They only had one more day. Then they would return, and his hands would have to stay far away from her, the thick mess of her hair would be replaced by silken, almost white locks. Her soft curves that he would hold close to him during their walks would be replaced with sharp edges of a lithe body and the honey brown eyes he would sometimes seem to drown in would slowly turn to piercing blue. He would exchange her for Astoria, and she would exchange him for Weasley.

He clenched his jaw and his hands curled into fists the way they always did whenever he seemed to contemplate his situation too closely. It was totally against the rules, in every single way it could possible be against the rules. She was breaking promises to her friends, to her boyfriend, and he was betraying his father- for what? They hadn't even had sex yet. Sure, other things had been involved and he loved that it was him she was learning her experiences from but still.

He felt a warm, slightly damp weight against his back as her arms wound around his stomach, resting across his heart with a sort of possessiveness that made his trousers twitch. He shifted around, pushing her wet curls back from her face as he caught her lips between his.

'Draco,' she murmured between his kisses, arching up readily into him. He slid his hands down to rest at her hips, the pads of his fingertips curling into the soft material of his dressing gown.

'I was thinking in the shower,' she murmured as her breath caught and her fingers tugged at the hairs by his neck.

'Surprise, surprise,' he smirked against the soft skin beneath her ear, the low throb of want and need and arousal swirling around the pair of them.

'I want to have sex.'

Draco pulled away and arched an eyebrow at her, she looked down, unable to hold his gaze and a slight blush tainted her cheeks. Draco gently tilted her chin up towards him and she finally drew her eyes up to him.

'You do realise what you just said?' He asked and she huffed in annoyance, taking his hands away from her face and twisting their fingers together.

'Yes Draco,' she sighed and he blinked at her.

'Am I- I mean, would I-'

'You'd be my first,' she whispered and Draco's heart clenched.

'Can I ask why?' He muttered.

'May. Of course you can but if-'

'May I ask why?' He repeated through gritted teeth and she grinned at the expression on his face.

'Because the thought of it being anyone but you is unbearable.'

He kissed her then, open mouthed and with everything he had, no longer feeling as though he needed to be conscious of his every move, his every thought. He moved to try and undo her dressing gown, but her hands stopped him. He pulled away and watched her silently.

'It tends to help if there are less clothes involved.' He whispered, leaning down and kissing against her neck, his hand pressing at the spot behind her ear, smirking into her skin as her knees buckled at the gesture.

'I'm not like- I mean, we have- I just, I don't want you… I'm not like Astoria.'

Draco stilled at her words. 'What are you talking about?'

'Don't say that like I'm being stupid.' Hermione retorted and Draco opened his mouth, rolling his eyes when her hand shot up to cover it. He pressed a kiss and her palm and nodded at her. She lowered her hand to his neck, rubbing circles against his muscles.

'I have faded stretch marks Draco. And a stomach. It's not noticeable when I'm dancing, but you'll be able to tell when we, you know, do this. I have these blemishes on my thighs from when I was a baby and my next door neighbour split hot water on me. I'm not this perfect, blonde, petite woman who can you pick up easily and who's going to be amazing at this-'

Draco had learned the best way to get her to shut up was by kissing her. So he did that. It was also because he could think of no words to say back to her. She was beautiful and sexy and gorgeous and everything she thought she wasn't and he had absolutely no idea how to tell her that. So he showed her instead.

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Hermione let her head fall back as a groan escaped her lips. God, it hurt. It hurt and there was someone inside of her, and she didn't like it and she wanted it out nownownow.

But then Draco kissed her neck and her shoulders and her collarbone and it didn't make the sharp pain go away, but it sort of turned it into a dullness that she could manage a lot better. His thumb ghosted across that spot, softly and circular, the way he had figured out she liked and she jolted. Because that was such a different feeling. She noticed Draco's body shaking above her, and she pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

'It's okay Draco. I'm not going to break.'

And so he moved, and it felt strange. Slightly uncomfortable, but she got used to it, because his hand never left her and he continued to shower the rest of her body with affections so tender she wanted to cry, so she ignored her bodies scream and wrapped her legs around him, urging him in deeper and resisting the urge to wince at the new feeling it created.

When he finished inside of her, he immediately set about to make sure she was able to get release as well. His hands and tongue were everywhere, and it was all too much. So much sensation in places she had never felt before, and he wasn't relenting and God he was so beautiful like this. It felt like her body had been shattered, she tumbled into orgasm without any kind of warning and her body shook from the effort of it.

He held her afterwards, cleaning them both up and tucking them back in bed, despite only just having got up. His fingers tangled in her hair, now bushier than ever from the shower and the exercise and she yawned sleepily, a contented sound.

'Thank you.' She murmured against his skin.

'You are more than welcome Granger,' he replied drowsily.

'It was wonderful.'

They were both so caught up in each other, and the new discovery of this aspect of their relationship, that they missed The Daily Prophet flying through the letterbox and landed neatly on the table, the headline blaring out from it. It read simply;

Golden Boy Harry Potter And Best Friend, Ronald Weasley, Kidnapped.