A/N: So, um, the story's M rating comes into play now. Sooo if that's not your jam or you're not old enough to read such things, skip this chapter...
Draco walked through Pansy's house and found Hermione waiting for him by the front door. He walked up to her and put his arms around her. Without a word, Hermione apparated them to the front of her building. The minute they arrived, she pulled out of his embrace and strode purposefully into the building. With a sigh, Draco followed, wisely keeping quiet until they were in Hermione's flat. Hermione walked into the back bedroom and Draco quickly flooed to the Manor to change. He came back and Hermione was sitting on the couch, two cups of tea in front of her. Draco sat down next to her and took a sip of his before turning to speak to Hermione.
"I won't apologize for what I did," he said. "He insulted you, so I hit him. He's lucky I don't have my wand."
"Violence isn't the answer, Malfoy!" Hermione replied, jumping out of her seat. "You can't hit someone every time you have a problem with them."
"I didn't hit just someone," Draco argued, standing and facing her. "I hit your supposed best friend who was being an asshole. Why are you mad at me for defending you?"
"I'm not mad because you defended me!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'm mad because you punched him and there was no need to."
"Yes, there was!" Draco replied exasperated.
"You don't get it," Hermione shouted equally exasperated.
"No, I don't!" Draco yelled back. "I would punch him over and over if it meant he'd never talk to you that way again. Damn it, Hermione, I care about you!"
"I care about you too, Draco" she shouted back. "You don't have a wand, he could have hurt you!"
"Bugger this," Draco replied. He grabbed Hermione and kissed her.
She kissed him back, matching his anger with her own. His tongue slid into her mouth and she opened for him. He tore his lips from hers and attacked her neck. Her head titled back to give him better access as he ran his lips and his teeth down her neck. She grabbed his head and pulled his face back to hers and fused their mouths together. Draco wrenched the straps and the top of her dress down to her waist, the straps holding her arms at her sides and he broke their kiss only to change the angle so he could delve deeper into her mouth. His hands made quick work of her bra and he tossed it somewhere next to them and filled his hands with her breasts. Hermione moaned at the contact and tried to wriggle free of the dress that was preventing her from touching Draco. She managed to get her arms free and the dress pooled at her feet. The minute her hands were free she practically ripped the jumper and shirt from Draco. She slid her hands over his flat, ripped stomach and felt the muscles contract under her hand. Before Draco could stop her she'd undone his pants and they were at his feet. He stepped out of them and towards her, pulling her against him and they both groaned from the contact of flesh touching flesh.
"Bed?" Draco panted out, pausing to look at her.
"Here," Hermione replied, equally breathless. "Now."
Draco didn't need anything more than that, he pulled Hermione back to him and hitched her up so her legs were wrapped around him. She could feel his cock straining through his boxers and slid her hand down between them. Draco's legs nearly gave out at her touch and he less than gracefully dropped her onto the couch. He covered her body with his, setting his mouth on her breast, sliding so she couldn't touch him. He'd cum too soon if she did he knew and he wanted this to last. Hermione was lost in the feeling of his tongue sliding over her right nipple while his hand toyed with the left. He then switched and Hermione arched up against him.
"Malfoy," she groaned. "Now."
"Draco," he said, releasing her breast from his mouth. "Not yet."
He placed kisses down her abdomen, his hands following the trail left by his mouth. When he reached the last barrier, he stopped and slid a finger across her underwear covered pussy and Hermione groaned. He slid her underwear from her body and tossed it behind him. He moved between her legs and kissed a trail from her knee to the inside of her thigh then switched and did the same on the other side. Hermione felt like she was suffocating. The air was so heavy and there was nothing in the world but she and Draco. Draco slid one finger inside of her and she nearly fell apart. Watching her, Draco removed his finger and Hermione whimpered at the loss. He lowered his mouth and slid his tongue up her slit and Hermione groaned louder than before. He slid his finger back in her and slowly began to pump it in and out of her. He slowly slid his tongue against her clit as he did it and Hermione moaned. He slid a second finger inside her, feeling her stretch to accommodate his fingers. He could barely wait to slide his cock into her. Hermione's moans were growing louder and he could tell she was close so he removed his fingers and latched his mouth onto her pussy. He sucked her clit, running his tongue on it over and over then sliding into her pussy when she erupted. He could feel her pussy tighten around his tongue but he didn't stop. He continued to suck on her clit, absorbing her orgasm and it ran through her. He quickly lifted his head to look at her. She was trapped in ecstasy and she'd never been more beautiful, he thought. And she was his.
He slid up her body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. Then, without warning, Hermione flipped them. She slid her hands over his smooth skin and ran kisses over his body. She slid off his boxers and, without hesitation, wrapped one hand around his cock. placed his cock at her entrance. Their eyes locked and Hermione reached between them and slid her hands around his cock. Draco groaned as the pressure began to build as Hermione pumped her hand up and down his shaft, alternating slow, nearly painful movements with quick ones that threatened to send him over the edge. He could feel himself nearing his finish so he grabbed her hand and flipped them, rolling them from the couch onto the ground. Draco smothered her with a kiss and he placed himself at her entrance. Hermione slid her hand between them and, using wandless magic, quickly said a contraceptive spell. Draco then linked his hands with hers and, staring into her eyes, he slid into her. Draco gasped and Hermione groaned as they joined. Her pussy seemed to clamp down on his cock the minute he was fully inside and he groaned. He began to slide in and out of her, increasing his speed, the closer he came. Hermione met him thrust for thrust and they were both sheened with sweat. Draco could feel his orgasm coming but he wanted Hermione to go over the edge with him so he slid his hand between them and began to rub his finger directly on her clit as he slid in and out of her, faster and faster until he felt Hermione scream and contract around him. Her orgasm triggered his own and he emptied himself into her and collapsed on top of her.
They both lay there for what felt like hours, trying to steady their hearts and waiting for their breathing to return to normal. Draco was pleased to find himself cushioned between her breasts but didn't have the energy to take advantage of it. Hermione dragged a hand up and down his back.
"I'll get off you in a minute," he said. "As soon as I can feel my legs again."
"You don't have to move," Hermione replied smiling, continuing to rub Draco's naked back. "I don't feel like going anywhere ever again."
Draco managed to untangle himself from her and roll off of her. He lay sideways next to her on the floor, propped up on one arm. Hermione lay flat on her back. His eyes slid over her naked form, watching her chest move up and down as she sucked in air. Hermione turned her head so she could look at him and she smiled. They stayed there for a few minutes, completely wrapped up in each other. Draco got himself to his knees and, without warning, picked her up in his arms. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lay her head against his chest. He stood, shifting her so he wouldn't drop her.
"You better not fall asleep," he said. "I'm not done with you yet."
Hermione began to kiss his neck and Draco turned his head so his lips met hers. "Good," she replied. "Neither am I."
Draco stepped over their clothes and made his way down the hallway into her bedroom. He unceremoniously tossed her on the bed and before she could move or complain about his lack of finesse, climbed on top of her, pinning her to the mattress and slid his cock against her pussy.
"Round 2?" he asked, his lips a millimeter away from hers. She kissed him in response and it all began again.
The next morning Hermione awoke to find she was being nearly suffocated by Draco. While they were sleeping he managed to pull her so they were facing each other and her face was buried in his chest. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, preventing her from moving at all. Hermione tried to free herself from his grasp but his arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer. She'd have to wake him up, she decided.
"Malfoy," she whispered. But no response.
"Malfoy," she said, louder this time. Nothing.
"Draco!" she tried again. His arms loosened slightly but he didn't wake up.
Frustrated, Hermione tried to wriggle out of his hold but was unsuccessful. Then she got an idea.
She slid her hands between them. At least part of him was awake, she mused. She looked at Draco's sleeping face and began to pump her hand up and down his cock. After a few minutes, Draco moaned and rolled so he was flat on his back, his arms at his sides. Free Hermione decided to finish what she'd started and she moved down his body. She slid her hand up and down his shaft a couple more times before she took him in her mouth and began to suck.
Draco was having the most extraordinary dream. Hermione's small hands wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping him into oblivion. Then he felt her warm mouth close over him and his eyes shot open. He looked down to see Hermione's head bobbing up and down. Not a dream, at all, he realized, as another groan left his body. This was very much real and he was close to cumming. Hermione seemed to sense that he was close because she increased the pressure with her hands and her mouth and before Draco could warn her, he came violently, the orgasm wracking through his body. He lay there for a minute, unable to move, as Hermione curled herself next to him.
"Good morning," he managed, as his breathing returned to normal.
"Good morning," Hermione said with a grin.
Draco turned his head to look at her and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to his side.
"I could get used to waking up like that," Draco told her, planting a kiss on top of her head.
"I had no choice," Hermione replied, shifting so she could see his face. "It was the only way I could free myself from your death grip."
"My death grip?" Draco asked.
"I tried to get up and you wouldn't let me go," Hermione told him. "So I had no choice but to make you let go of me."
Suddenly, Draco pulled her on top of him and viced his arms around her. "I don't want to let you go," he said, with more feeling than he intended.
Hermione laid her lips on top of his in a featherlight kiss. "You don't have to."
Hermione slid back to his left side and put her head on his shoulder. Draco kept his arms around her and they lay that way, quietly thinking, both concerned about how important the other had become in such a short amount of time.
"I'm sorry about last night," Draco said, breaking the silence. "But I'm not sorry I hit him."
Hermione sighed at his words. "Thank you for defending me," she said after a minute. "But next time, try to do it without punching my best friend."
"I'll try," Draco conceded. "But if he says anything like that again, I'll have no choice."
They fell back into silence but it was broken again a moment later by a growl from Draco's stomach. Hermione smiled and rubbed her hand over his stomach.
"I'll make breakfast," Hermione said, pulling out of Draco's arms and wrapping herself in the sheet.
Draco watched her and she walked over to her dresser and pulled out a long tshirt. She slipped it over her head and let the sheet drop. She also grabbed a pair of underwear and shorts. She then opened a different drawer and tossed Draco a pair of shorts and a tshirt.
"Should I be concerned that you have a drawer of muggle men's clothing?" he asked from the bed.
"Harry and Ron have spent the night here several times," she told him, turning and seeing he'd propped himself up against the headboard, looking annoyed.
"Why?" he demanded to know, hating that he was jealous.
"Because," Hermione said, walking back to the bed. "Sometimes they ask stupid questions and piss off their girlfriends/wives who kick them out and then they come here."
"Ah," Draco replied, realizing he may end up on a couch if he continued the conversation further.
Hermione gave him a quick kiss and walked out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "get dressed, I'll eat without you!"
With a laugh, Draco tugged on the muggle clothes, surprised to find they actually fit him quite well. He stood in her room, taking a moment for himself. He listened as Hermione sang along to music and couldn't help the happiness that welled up in his chest. How drastically his life had changed over the last few months, he thought. He couldn't remember the last time he was so happy.
"Food!" Hermione called from the kitchen. "I'm eating without you!"
Knowing she was serious, Draco quickly strode out of the room to eat breakfast with his girlfriend.
A/N: Okay, I have NEVER written smut, which I guess makes sense since there's not a lot of cause for writing that so I hope it was okay? Writing it made me SUPER uncomfortable so I hope that means I did a good job with it.