Just under 12 hours later, Hermione woke with a start. She took a minute to orient herself, realizing she was in her own bed in her own room and not back in the dungeon with Flint. She slid her hand next to her and found the right side of the bed cool. Draco had probably gone home, she thought, fighting the pang of loss in her chest. He had other things to do than lay around and wait for her to wake up. But then her bedroom door opened and Draco walked in carrying a tray of food. She smiled at him and he returned it with one of his own.
"You're here," she said, fighting the urge to jump from the bed and leap into his arms.
"Of course I am," Draco replied, setting down the food on the bedside table. "Where else would I be?"
Where else would he be? she thought, her heart threatening to burst from her chest. Of course he was there.
"You brought me breakfast," she commented. "I think this is a first."
"It's lunch, actually," he replied. "A late lunch. And while I wish I could take credit for making it, that would be a lie. Jake knew chicken noodle soup was your favorite somehow so that's what he made you."
"Your mother," Hermione murmured. "I told her once how Mrs. Weasley used to make it for us all the time. She must have told Jake."
Draco sat down on the bed next to her and placed his hand on her cheek. "How are you?"
"I'm alright," Hermione replied, covering his hand with hers. "How are you? How's your mother? Oh my goodness, the patients, how are they?"
Draco shoved her gently when she tried to leap out of the bed. "I am fine, my mother is fine, the patients are under Luna's care so you know they're fine," he told her. "I just got you back, I'm not ready to let you go yet."
At his words Hermione stilled. "How did you know where to find me?" she asked. "No one told me."
"My father," Draco told her. "Potter took me with him when he went to question him. He left me in the room with my father and I pretended to be deceiving you so he'd talk to me. He made a mistake in something he said and it led me to you."
"Was it difficult to see him?" Hermione wanted to know, taking Draco's hand in hers and linking their fingers.
"Yes," he replied honestly. "But not for the reasons you think. It was hard to sit there and listen to him act the way he did, speak the way he did, and realize how easily that could have been me there. I could have turned into my father. I think I sort of am."
"That's nonsense," Hermione admonished. "You're nothing like your father."
"I tried to kill him," Draco admitted quietly. "I had my hands around his neck and I would have kept squeezing if Potter hadn't pulled me off. I would have killed him, Granger."
"Why?" she asked. "Why did you try to kill him?"
"He was saying horrible things about you, about what Flint would do to you, and I just lost it," he told her, looking upset. "I just lost it."
Hermione unlinked their hands and then, using the same hand that had held his, turned his face towards her. He stared into her eyes and she placed a featherlight kiss on his lips, once, then twice.
"I told you not to use violence to defend me," she said with a small smile. "But I think in this case, we can make an exception."
"But I-" Draco began but Hermione cut him off.
"Enough, Draco," she told him. "You are not your father, you can never be your father. You don't have it in you to do what he's done, I'm not sure you ever did. You've changed, you're with me. You are GOOD."
"How can you be so sure?" he asked, staring at her. "How do you know?"
"Because I'm in love with you," Hermione told him with a smile. "And I couldn't fall in love with anyone who was less than the amazing man that you are."
Draco stared at her in awe, his emotions churning through him like waves during a storm. He leaned forward and kissed Hermione fully, their first real kiss since she'd been found. He pulled back and rested his forehead on hers.
"I love you too," he said quietly and Hermione felt her heart sing with joy. "I don't know when or how or why you love me but I love you Hermione Granger. I love you."
Hermione titled her head up and captured his lips with hers, moving so that she was sitting in his lap straddling him. She slid against his lap and immediately felt his cock harden in response. Draco's hands moved to her sides, fisting the shirt he'd changed her into after she'd fallen asleep. Hermione moved her mouth from his lips to his neck, before pulling back just enough to pull off the muggle tshirt he was wearing. She slid back, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses along his collarbone and chest and she moved her hands directly to the bulge in his boxers. Draco groaned from the contact and grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her up and their mouths fused again. He pulled the shirt off Hermione and flipped them so she lay beneath him. He slid his hands around her back and quickly got rid of her bra. He then, without warning, latched his mouth onto her breast. He rolled the nipple in between his teeth, soothing the sharp pain with a lick and Hermione moaned. He then switched, giving the other breast attention while playing with the other nipple. Hermione arched against him and moved her hands between them, reaching for his cock.
"Draco please," she begged. "Inside me, please."
"Later," he said lazily. "We have all the time in the world."
His mouth returned to hers and she arched against him again as the kiss moved from passionate to lazy and back. Gasping for air, they broke the kiss and Hermione flipped them again. Without waiting for Draco, she slid the boxers from his body and closed her mouth around his cock. Draco felt himself harden even more the minute her lips closed around him.
"Granger," he managed, as she skillfully slid her tongue up and down his cock before closing her mouth over it again, causing a strangle moan to be torn from his body. "Flip around," he managed.
She stopped sucking his cock and looked up at him puzzled. "What did you say?"
"Flip around," he tried again, feeling a small amount of the blood returning to his head. "I want to be able to reach you."
Understanding, Hermione flipped so her ass was now towards Draco's face. He pulled her towards him so that her pussy was right where he could reach it.
Perfect, he thought but that was his last coherent thought as Hermione slid her hand up and down his shaft following her hands with her mouth. He wanted to be inside her when he came so he'd have to work quickly to get her off. Draco slid a finger up her slid, pausing to rub it directly against her clit. Hermione's whole body twitched from the contact. He could see she was already wet so he slid a finger into her pussy, then a second. He began to pump them in and out, watching as they slid. This would be his cock, he thought, and his cock seemed to twitch in response. He could feel himself starting to get close so he decided to speed things up. He removed his fingers and Hermione whined from the loss but her whine was followed by a groan when his fingers were replaced by his mouth. Draco slid his tongue into her pussy, running in along the inside. He then returned his two fingers to her pussy and, as he pumped them in and out of her, attacked her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue against it. Up and down, slow and fast, a long lick directly on it. Hermione moaned with his cock still in her mouth and the vibrations of her moan made him even harder. She'd come first, he thought as he slid his fingers farther into her pussy. He felt the ridged spot at the back of her pussy and pressed against it and he drove her up and up until she released his cock and came. Her pussy tightened around his fingers but he didn't stop. He kept licking and pumping in and out of her until she came again, this time making her scream.
He released his grip on her sides and rolled her off of him and positioned himself at her entrance.
"I love you," he told her, and slid inside of her.
"I love you too," she gasped, feeling her pussy contract again against his cock.
He knew he wasn't going to last long so he held himself over her and pounded in to her, quick and hard. Hermione matched him thrust for thrust until he felt his orgasm build, then shatter him. He managed to collapse next to her instead of on top of her and they both lay there for several minutes, catching their breath. He turned onto his side and Hermione turned on to hers. Draco slid his hand up her side and pulled her to him. She nestled into the curve of his arm and threw an arm over his waist, their legs tangling and they cuddled close.
"Sleep," Draco said, closing his eyes. And Hermione allowed herself to drift off to sleep, wrapped around the man that she loved.
A/N: They're in love! Yay! And the story is going to end soon, ah! Review, favorite, thanks!