The days passed quickly during their first week of term. Classes were harder, more homework came and catching up with friends meant their time together was limited. Hermione had a strict 'no grope until homework was finished' policy and often made Draco go to the library in the evenings so they could study rather than get distracted. He knew how important it was to her, so he agreed.
During their second week back, they sat in the corner of the library having just said goodnight to their friends and compared the colour coordinated schedules Hermione had whipped up. He had Quidditch, Head duties and study time on his, in addition to his lessons. Hermione's had the same green colouring for lessons, purple for study time and in the free hours she had listed a range of activities that she wanted to pursue this year.
"You want to tutor?" he asked, reading her list.
"Sure, why not? I must make sure I ask Professor McGonagall though, I assume it's allowed but you never know."
"You're incredible" he leaned over the table and kissed her. There were few people who could make it through their own work and still considering supporting others.
"Shall we go?" Standing up she stacked her books neatly into her bag. Rising to meet her, he took the bag and slung it over his shoulder, nestling it with his own. She smiled her thanks and with swift wave of her wand, tidied the chairs and walked ahead to open the doors.
As they fell in to step Draco chatted in a carefree way, making her laugh frequently. It was the warmest sound he had ever heard. As she giggled he breathed in deeply as if he could smell the beauty in it. Their connection was deepening daily. He found himself more and more desperate to see her or touch her quickly after time apart. Whether it was a swift kiss or catching a glimpse of her between lesson, the need to have her close by was getting stronger. He laughed heartily with her every night and they talked about desires and passions and what they wanted from life after Hogwarts. During his lessons when she wasn't present, it took every ounce of his willpower to focus. He would spend hours scolding himself for drifting into a daydream where she was the star – he loved her desperately and wanted everything around her to be good, pure and happy. Their hours apart strained his soul, he was so desperate to see her by dinner every night that he would inhale his food and search the Gryffindor table for her mane of silky brown curls. Night after night he would seek out her eyes and smile when they met his, silently begging for them to return to their home, their solace together.
On Thursday night, Hermione stood up stretched and announced her departure to bed. Draco watched her walk away, her cute leggings with the polar bears on made him smile – he'd never seen anything like them before having spent his childhood in robes, a very impractical and highly unsexy solution he realised as she swayed out of the room. That was it, he couldn't help himself anymore he hadn't kissed her since this morning and he hadn't been buried inside her since Sunday. Hurtling over the back of the sofa he tackled her into the bathroom where they proceeded to fuck, her bent over the sink, his hands clawing at her clothes desperate to feel more.
Weeks passed in the same blissful routine. Hermione realised one Saturday morning as she brushed her hair in the mirror that the smile she wore was permanent. She didn't know what it was but the 6 weeks they'd been living together had created a bubble where only their happiness existed. She was like a magnet whenever he was in the room, she gravitated towards him – had to touch him or be able to see him. There was something almost magical in their bond.
Weekends were her favourites. Before quidditch practice they laid in bed, drinking coffee and laughing, making love and when he was feeling particularly romantic – reading to her. His deep voice was like a comforting blanket filling the room. She could shut her eyes and listen to him for hours.
With a sigh to her reflection she finished brushing her hair and left for her lunch date with Ginny. Whilst Draco was at Quidditch she was determined to be busy, she knew he'd still plague her thoughts but was loathed not to see her friends. Sitting out on the grounds, a big blanket wrapped around their legs and Hermione's infamous blue flames dancing in front of them, they toasted marshmallows and caught up.
"I don't know what it is Gin, he's like a drug. We are just getting stronger and stronger every day and the desire to be near him all the time is growing. I'm a little worried it's not healthy."
"It's cute, you guys took such a long time to get going that you deserve this" Ginny shrugged
"I know, and don't get me wrong the wait was so worth it. Living with him is just dreamy and Merlin, the sex Gin. He's insatiable. So am I"
Ginny smiled. It was incredible to see her friend so happy. "Well. At least you can do it!" She giggled "Imagine spending a summer with no rules about touching and all of a sudden having to grab a quick snog behind a statue of Bodric the Bearded once every Tuesday night. It's bloody depressing."
"Oh Gin, still no joy in…you know?" It was no secret to Hermione that Ginny wanted to lose her virginity and she wanted to do it with Harry. They'd been together for almost a year but whether it was big brothers spying, girls not taking the hint to get lost or just bad timing, it hadn't happened.
"No joy, but it will happen. I mean – it's Harry Potter, when has he ever failed to get something he wants? And I know he wants me, he tells me every day and I can definitely…you know, feel it when we're together." She made a gesture 'down there' on the word it and Hermione smiled. "We just haven't been able to get over that line. And now, back at school it's harder to even get moments alone, let alone anything else."
Hermione squealed. "Oh my god. Gin! You can use the Head's Quarters. I'll turf Draco out for the weekend, we can go somewhere else, it won't kill us for a few nights. Stay with Harry there, you don't have to leave at all – you can call for food, there's a big bathroom. I can't imagine you'll need many clothes" she winked "It will happen then for sure. You could do it on your birthday"
"What? Really? Oh my god Hermione that would be amazing. What would I tell Ron, he's bound to notice we're gone for a weekend?"
"Oh god if him and Lavender get caught anywhere else around the castle, they'll be writing to your Mum. You just leave him to me Ginny Weasley!"
They girls hugged and started making an intricately detailed plan, covering every angle of what if's they could think of.
At 1pm the girls stood up, ready to see their boys in from the cold Quidditch pitch.
"And you think Draco will definitely be ok with it?"
"Absolutely!" she smiled and arm in arm they headed for the great hall and lunch.
Later that afternoon, Hermione went over her plan with Draco. He sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed over in front of him. His toned arms cradled a cushion and she couldn't help but notice the way his bicep looked as it held taught around the material.
"So, let me get this straight, you want me to spend a weekend away from our home, so Potter can get some?"
"Think of it as doing something special for Ginny! You like Ginny"
"I like Potter, but it doesn't mean I want to give up my bed for him."
"Oh, come on Draco, we can go away somewhere. Maybe London, we'll see a show and have dinner – you'll love it!" he looked at her sternly but said nothing. "To be honest Draco, I can't believe I am having to beg you to spend a weekend away with me." She pouted.
"Hermione, I'd swim the Arctic for a chance to hold your hand, there is nothing I wouldn't do for a date with you. This is entirely about Potter and his leftover…" he gestured "fluids, in our home."
Hermione snorted at his ridiculousness, Harry and Ginny were perfectly capable of cleaning up after themselves. Although she couldn't deny the way he kept saying 'our home' sent a pleasant shiver through her whole body. She breathed in deeply and pulled out her secret weapon. Her.
"Draco, imagine how you would feel if every time you got close you had to stop. Or you weren't free to touch me at will." She walked over to him and pushed his legs apart, kneeling between them she looked up into his handsome face. "Imagine if every time you reached out you had to check around and see if anyone was watching, or if every good night kiss you gave me wasn't followed by sleeping next to me."
She slid her hands up his thighs as she spoke, never taking her eyes from his.
"Imagine if doing this" she kissed his arm and stroked his thigh "meant that and nothing more. Not a precursor to something amazing because we weren't allowed."
He moaned at the contact of her lips on his skin. His blood pumped faster through his veins as her beautiful brown eyes fixed on his.
"Fine, but Potter owes me! Now, get up here. I can't stand seeing you on your knees"
"Oh really? Not even if it's for something…delicious?"
She licked her lips. He was instantly hard. Unbelievably hard.
"Fuck Hermione"
She pulled at his waistband, he lifted his hips to help her, watching her delicate fingers pull at the material of his sweat pants. The cold air on his sensitive dick and the feel of her hands as she slowly slid them down his legs was a taunting double act. There was nothing in the world that could make him feel the way she did. When she knelt up her eyes were wide, and her lips were a deep red. She was flushed with all the desire he felt.
"Always so ready for me" she chided.
"Always" he could barely speak as her rosy red lips sucked at the tip of his dick. He felt her tongue dart out and lick at the small ball of precum on his head, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through his body. She licked down his length. The familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach when she was near grew, it enveloped him as her tongue slid down the underside of his cock.
A gargling sound escaped from the back of his throat, laced with desire and the promise of what he was about to receive. He watched as her tongue travelled the same line back up his shaft before she opened her mouth wide and took him deep. He watched himself disappear and felt the familiar sensation of the back of her throat. Instinctively his hands wrapped in her hair, stroking it back from her face and offering him the perfect view. Her jawline relaxed as she slid back up his dick. Without warning he disappeared back in her mouth and her hand flew to the base of his dick. Holding him up right in one hand, she cupped his balls with the other gently squeezing in the same rhythm she encased his dick in her mouth.
His head rolled on to the back of the sofa as he absorbed the heavenly feeling. She was an angel and a devil in one. Equal parts danger and peace to his heart and soul.
He lifted his head once more when she stopped and just as he was about to move and return the favour, she held his dick in her hand stroking up and down painfully slowly whilst simultaneously licking at his balls.
"Oh fuuuuccckk" the sensation was too much, too good. Hands, tongue, the heat from her mouth everywhere.
"Enough!" he couldn't take it anymore, he had to have her. He stood up and took control.
"Lie back on the rug" she complied "off" he pointed at her trousers and once again, she did as she was told.
He laid over her, parting her knees. One arm held him up over her the other free to explore her body. He felt for the edge of her panties and pushed them aside. As he stroked at her entrance he was coming undone at the seams, she was wet and ready for him – the fact that her body reacted to him in this way was unbelievable. She whimpered as he stroked her. Pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound he moved in slow circles, eliciting further moans from her lips. Sliding two fingers inside of her, he simultaneously shredded her panties. Her eyes were closed, and her hips were raised off the floor as he stroked inside her walls, curling his fingers forward whilst he continued to circle his thumb. She dripped on his fingers and he picked up the pace. Dipping down to her neck, he licked sucked and kissed his way up to her lips. She called out to him and seconds later he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, before she'd finished her orgasm he replaced his fingers with his length.
They cried out together as he slid inside. Desperate for more contact they clawed at each other. Her knees went up and he took the opportunity to push deep and hold himself inside of her. They opened their eyes together and locked hold, he was falling into them. He could feel the blood coursing through her veins, could hear her heartbeat in unison with his. Her breath, coming in short bursts was all over his skin. They were connected. Not daring to take his eyes from hers he began to move again slowly. A warm sensation spread through his body, growing with every thrust. She clawed at his skin, pushed her hips up and he felt her tighten around him over and over and again.
"Hermione, baby" he breathed, she pulled his face down and kissed him, bit at his bottom lip and clawed at his hair.
"More, I need more" she begged. He complied, his knees were raw from the carpet burns but he couldn't stop. She needed more. Placing his fingers between them, he pressed on her clit. She screamed his name and he felt her orgasm in every fibre of his body. His nerve endings tingled.
"Again" she screamed. He once again circled his thumb on her clit as he pounded in and out of her. He couldn't last much longer.
"Hermione" he breathed, he knew she understood.
"Just once more" she pleaded with him. He felt her desperation in his soul.
Once more he pressed on her clit, sheathed in and out of her, kissed her mercilessly. She moaned, begged and pleaded with him. They were sweating, scratched and bruised from their desperation for each other. Suddenly, she went silent, tipped her head back and with a force that made him grip at her body, she exploded from her core. He followed suit.
As his orgasm hit, they were immediately encased in a silver bubble. It started from his heart and wrapped around them, it glowed brighter when it connected with her and pulsed in time with her heart beat. He watched on in awe. He couldn't stop now their orgasms were coursing through them. He felt her blood pumping and her nerves tingling alongside his own. They were two parts in the same body, he had her heart in his hands, her very being inside his. She was everything in that moment. The sheen of sweat on her body glistened in the silver light – it felt like they were suspended in ecstasy for a life time.
Slowly, he came down from the high. He held himself above her, breathing heavily. The bubble was now gone, having disappeared as his orgasm dissipated but a thin silver line now connected his heart to hers.
"Hermione, can you see that?"
"Yes."
"What is it?" he asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No, I feel incredible. I can feel you Draco, I can feel you inside me"
He pulled her up to a sitting position, lit the fire with his wand and called for a blanket. The Accio he spoke came out as whisper, he was spent, drained of energy.
They held each other for hours, rocking back and forth, marvelling at their connection. He moved, she moved and the thin glowing, silver line reacted in kind. He stood up and made a drink, she watched in awe as their connector grew to travel the distance between them. When they kissed it fizzed and crackled happily, when they were in separate rooms it stretched to reach them. It was an undeniable force, the love he felt for her.
When Hermione finally fell asleep that night he was so acutely aware that she was entirely at peace in his arms, he couldn't dare bring himself to shut his eyes. He stared in to the darkness, smiling at her feelings. They were now two parts of the same whole. He didn't know how he knew it, but her soul was now protected by his, the light in her eyes was for him, and his for her. They were bound for eternity, he could feel it like a hum in his veins.
