Chapter 5:
During one of his trips on his broom, he never noticed just how big the forest actually was. It looked like it went on for miles, and on the other end was a gigantic lake. He floated over the vast amount of water, touching the water with his fingertips. He noticed a small cottage on the edge of the lake and decided to investigate.
He landed in the front entrance, facing away from the lake. Looks abandoned, he thought. He opened the gate and walked towards the door. It had a rustic, eclectic look to it, somewhat cozy. As he opened the door, it gave an eerie creek. He took a step inside and examined his surroundings.
The living room was filled with various armchairs, a couch and a large fireplace; all covered in a thick layer of dust. To the right was a small kitchen and dining room, with lots of windows along the side of the wall. To the left was a hallway that led to three rooms, he assumed they were the bedrooms and bathrooms.
The back door was to the left of the fireplace and peering out of it was the lake, reflecting the sky as if it were a giant mirror. He went further into the house, entering the dining room and noticed the window seat next to him.
On both sides of the seat were bookshelves filled with old muggle novels. Everything about it reminded him of Hermione. He could picture her sitting casually on the seat, reading a book, and watching the gentle water shift back and forth. She would love it, he thought before heading out again into the sunset.
"What is it with you and all the surprises?" she said jokingly to him as he led her with her eyes covered to the front door.
Ignoring her comment, he led her into the living room.
"Okay, now open your eyes." he whispered in her ear before he let go of her hand and she opened her eyes.
Her eyes took in her surroundings and she gasped at the sight out the window. Leaning over the window seat, she looked out and saw the shimmering water, reflecting the night sky. Everything about the house was quiet and calm, everything she absolutely loved.
"What is this place?" she asked.
"I don't know, I found it the other day on my broom," he answered. Afraid that she didn't like it, he
said, "If you want, we could leave..."
"No! I...I love it."
"Really?"
"Yes, I think it's beautiful," she whispered.
"I'm thinking about fixing it, replacing the floors, painting the walls, refurbishing the whole thing."
"The muggle way?" she said surprised.
"Yes, Hermione, the muggle way,"
"Well, what about me? Don't I get a say in this?"
"Would you like a say in this?" he said as he stalked towards her.
"Yes, I would."
"What would you like?" he whispered, placing kisses along her neck.
Her heart fluttering, she answered, "I want a white house with blue shutters, and lots of bookshelves, and that window seat..."
He smirked against her skin, before moving up to capture her lips. They remained like this for a while, before she said under her breath, "make love to me."
He stopped in his tracks and looked into her eyes, reassuring this decision. She nodded.
He transfigured a bed out of the couch and looked back at her, looking for any sign of hesitation or regret. He loved her in every single way, but did not want to pressure her into anything, Merlin knows she's had enough of that.
They stood a few feet apart, both facing each other. He watched as she took off her shirt and shoes, and he did the same. It was all slow and sensual, and the fireplace burned with the amount of passion in the room. Soon they were completely naked, both taking in each other's appearance.
He stalked towards her and placed a kiss on her favorite spot. She moaned in his ear and began to nibble on it, drawing the sensations straight into his groin. There lips finally met and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her onto the bed.
They kissed passionately for a few minutes and soon enough they were both out of breath. She pulled away and began to hyperventilate.
"Oh Draco...I must admit, I am slightly nervous." Wow, some Gryffindor, he thought.
"It's okay, we can go slow," he reassured, moving in for another kiss. She attempted to kiss him back, but could not bring herself to relax.
"It's just that...how can you be so calm?" she exclaimed.
"Well, I told you this isn't my first time." he whispered in her ear, attempting to make her continue.
"Oh...oh...I...I...I ruin everything! I don't think I can go through with this Draco, I don't feel ready." she yelled and he put his head in the crook of her neck, giving up.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, he said, "Okay, it doesn't have to happen now if you don't want to."
He reached for his pants and noticed that his wand had glowed into a vibrant red, and it burned to the touch.
"Oh shit! How long has it been doing that!" he yelled before leaping off of her and throwing her her clothes.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"My father is looking for me! I charmed my wand to alert me whenever he needs me, and it looks like he has been calling for quite some time!"
"Oh dear...maybe I should come with you!" she said, whilst putting on her pants and shirt. She looked at Draco, who was now fully clothed, and saw the shocked look on his face.
"Meet my parents, Hermione? They don't even know about you! If they found out..."
"Well you'd have to tell them eventually!"
"But...I just couldn't bare it if they never allowed me to see you again." He looked away from her gaze, and she reached out to caress his cheek. She turned his head towards hers and placed a gentle kiss on his lips and smiled.
"Hey, I'll be there, right next to you. We can talk to them together and explain everything, they'd have to understand." she said. He hesitated, and then responded.
"Okay," before putting out the fire, taking her hand, and apparating to Malfoy Manor.