The thick blankets Ginny gave her came in handy as decent padding while they rested near the fire. Hermione had set in another log and turned off the lights. Pillows from the loveseat were plush enough for them to sleep against. Draco was actually pleasantly surprised with how beautiful it felt despite them being on the floor during a blizzard.

Hermione was reading a book out loud as the rested comfortably close to the fire. "Granger," Draco whispered after the chapter ended.

"Yes?"

"What is your favorite color? All this time you knew mine, but I never asked yours," he murmured, his fingers running over the thigh tucked over his lower abdomen.

"Purple, like the deep color before the sunsets. Not the lavender before, but the almost violet of the night greeting the day," Hermione sighed.

"Do you give me such vivid detail on purpose? Is that so I can visualize what I will never see again?" he inquired, letting his fingers doodle invisible circles on her leg.

Hermione maneuvered closer hooking her leg around his thigh closest to her. "Maybe it started like that. I am not sure. Somewhere I went from a logical examiner to a romanticized observer," she murmured, placing the book on the other side of him.

"That is pretty," he exhaled with a smile.

"Well, it isn't like I was trying," she giggled, and he ran his fingers through her hair.

"I know, but I love that about you, Granger. You always have that part of yourself that adapts just a tad for someone you care for," he told her, and she trailed her fingers over his shirt.

"What about you Draco? You have any silly secrets you would like to admit?"

Draco laughed and exhaled. "I had a horrible fear of goats as a child. My mother had a couple of them when I was a boy. They acted like aliens, and I was worried they were going to eat my clothes." He declared, and she laughed loudly.

"Goats? Like cute little goats?"

Draco snorted. "I didn't think they were cute."

"Well, what else?" Hermione pried, and he grinned.

"I used to pretend that I was a wizard. I had this stick for the longest time and cast spells on different things. My mother even bought me these robes to wear. My father was so discouraged by my imagination that he took the robes from me one day and cut them up in front of me." He mumbled, and Hermione frowned.

"I am sorry your father was so horrible to you," she murmured and he leaned to kiss her forehead.

"He is gone, I have come to forgive him for his misdirection. If I don't then I will never be free from him." He said, and her head bobbed.

"Just remember you are not the product of his abuse, you are a survivor," Hermione reminded him, stroking his cheek.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked as his leg shifted against her.

The woman huffed as she pivoted her hips. "Yes," she mumbled.

Draco grinned boyishly. "Granger." She inquisitively sounded before he pressed her down to the floor. "Let me help you?" he asked, and her eyes grew.

"Draco?" her voice quivered just a fraction, but he heard it in detail.

"You are stubborn, a bit of a pill at times, and your lines in the sand never make sense. Let me give you a bit of relief, so you don't pop from all the tension you are building," he declared as his fingers ran over her body to her hips.

"We shouldn't," she murmured, but he didn't listen as he peeled the loose shorts from her.

"Sorry, Hermione, I don't believe you," he retorted as his fingers trailed her inner thighs and she moaned gently. "Can you tell me no?"

She shook her head as she squirmed under his touch. One of his hands rested on her hip as the other found what it was seeking. The woman nearly melted at his touch and arched. "My god," she hissed, causing him to smirk.

"Someone was ready much longer than she led on," Draco purred and sighed. "Close your eyes and don't open them. I mean it, I want you to feel it. Arms over your head," He ordered, and she felt him shift when she shut her eyes.

He pulled her legs apart and then she jerked at the feeling of this undefined damp warmth met her. The trembled passion was shocking and dangerous as the sounds of his approval rumbled over her core. She desperately wanted to watch and see how he was twisting her into a mess so quickly, but she obeyed his command. Her hands wrapped against the pillows as she resonated a steady stream of praise.

"Draco, please. I can't hold on," she huffed gently through panting.

Instead of pulling away or fucking her roughly like she was hoping, she felt the tension of curled fingers and teeth. She exploded. There was no other word for it. Her body shuddered, and her torso arched toward the ceiling as she howled. Draco made her continue until the sensitive pulsing ceased at her center.

"Good girl," he snickered and exhaled. "My, oh, my, that was the loveliest thing I have ever heard... And tasted. Why didn't we do that before?"

Hermione panted and ran fingers over her chest. "I told you I didn't like it."

"Well, are you surprised? I think you liked that very much," he teased as his body settled next to her.

She took in his bright smug smile before rolling her eyes. "You are such a bossy little prat," she muttered and kissed his lips. "Thank you, I really needed that."

"I love you," he whispered as his fingers ran over her cheek. "I have been in love with you since I swiped that date from Blaise and you trusted me enough to let me share my darkness for a little while. I may not have realized it then, but I see it now. That no one else will ever make me feel the way you do, Hermione."

"I love you too," she breathed, and he kissed her, but this one was different.

His lips took their time as they took the sweetness of her words from her lips. It wasn't urgent or full of tension, but compassionate and slow. Hermione tugged at his shirt, and he paused enough to help her pull it off. Draco gently ran his fingers down her torso and found the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head with sluggish happiness.

The man pressed her to the blankets and slowly ran kisses down her neck. His lips and fingers caressed and tenderly teased her chest as she mewled sounds of agreement. Her hands ran over his bare skin absorbing the feeling of him adoring her, revere her. Never had she experienced someone quite like Draco Malfoy.

He got to her lower abdomen and sighed against her skin. "This is a temple, you know? You create pleasure and life with your body, Hermione. Would you like me to worship you like a deity of old?"

"Please?" she breathed so lightly she wasn't confident she actually spoke.

She watched him shift from the heart boxers, and his fingers ran gently over her legs, asking them to part with his gentle touches. Her vision was of a god bowing to her grace… Draco ran his hands over her again before meeting her lips with his in an affectionate kiss. It held such beauty and vulnerability as she felt his form move slowly into position.

It was like magic. They met, and it made them both shudder as they gasped in unison. Leisurely he slid inside as he pressed his forehead to hers. Together. He was melted with her as they kissed and his thumbs ran over her cheeks. "I love you," he hummed.

"I love you so much, Draco," she whispered as her fingers ran over his back.

"I am sorry it took me so long," he huffed before planting his lips along her jawline.

"It doesn't matter now, just keep loving me," she whimpered as his slow movements were growing rougher.

"Always," he huffed and nuzzled her neck.

The fire had grown to embers. The storm had continued through the night, but nothing else mattered. Everything was unimportant as they became a ball of flesh, both exhausted and content.

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Hermione surfaced first and yawned as she shook her hair from her face. She glanced at the window and saw the drifting snow dancing lightly in the breeze. Draco stirred below her with a grunt and stretching. "Granger, pull those blankets up, I am freezing," he grumbled.

She complied and nuzzled his chest. "Good morning," she sighed.

"Good morning, is it still snowing?" He murmured and searched for her neck.

She moaned gently. "Not as bad," her voice was smooth. "Hold on, my brain isn't functioning enough to multitask," Hermione voiced as she reached for her phone.

He nipped at her and pushed her down, "I want more. I am addicted," Draco grumbled against her neck.

Hermione shoved him with a giggle. "Slow down there, Anguis. I will let you slither in momentarily if you let me see what the world is saying outside of our little shag bubble."

Draco was nibbling and licking at her chest under the blankets as she focused on her phone. Ginny had texted her this morning. Are you still alive or did you kill each other? Hermione dialed her number and pressed it to her ear. He kept at his attack as the phone connected and she pushed down her passion.

"Oh good, you are alive. Did you chop him up to pieces?" Ginny asked.

"No, we are fine. I was just going to figure out what to make for food," Hermione sighed, and Draco's hand went between her legs. "Stop," she breathed, pulling the phone from her face.

"Nope, sorry, I am hungry, Granger," he grumbled and crawled under the blankets.

"What are you two doing?" Ginny questioned suspiciously.

Hermione bit down on a sigh as he tucked her legs around his shoulders and began to torture her. "Absolutely nothing, he is whining," Hermione grumbled.

Ginny snorted. "You both finish up your bickering and come over for breakfast."

"Mhm," Hermione said through her bitten lips.

"See you soon," Ginny replied and the phone disconnected.

Draco grumbled against her, and she let out a breathy laugh edged with a moan. "I have to go get my son," she huffed.

"No, not yet, I want more, please?" he grumbled and maneuvered up to her lips.

She shoved him roughly to the ground, knocking the air out of him. "How about," she paused and straddled him. "I…" trailing off she kissed him. "Make you wait," when she finished, she climbed off of him and stood up.

"You are such a tease," he groaned.

"Draco, you are mental if you think we are going to shag on the floor all day long," she mumbled and went over to her bag.

"No, not all day, but we could curl up and sleep some. Maybe find something to nibble on a little. I feel something for you that I never knew I could feel. I just want to soak it up a bit," he murmured and stretched out on the floor.

Hermione giggled and threw on her shirt over the bra she situated. "Well, I do indeed have to see about getting you home today. Maybe I will stay for a few days?" she inquired landing on the floor next to him. "Come on, Malfoy, get on your clothes so we can get breakfast. I am starving."

Draco enjoyed her sudden turn from flinty and unobtainable to the woman nuzzling on his neck. "Hermione, do you know how long I have waited for you?" he whispered, and she moved to kissing his jawline.

"Not long?" she snickered against the underside of his chin.

"You wound me," he feigned distress and flopped on the pillows.

"Baby," Hermione groaned and yanked at his arm. "I am going to die of hunger, Draco. Please get dressed so we can go get food?"

He sat up and swooped her in his lap, kissing her deeply. She sounded in pleasure as he grabbed her neck with tender firmness. When they parted, he chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair. "Alright, let's go get some food."

"Good, get dressed," she responded and hopped off his lap. "I would hate for you to freeze your ballocks off…"