A/N: It has been a long, long time since I've updated this, and for that, I'm sorry. Writing comes to me in bursts, and although I know I should write more, I can't force it. I do love this story, though. So much. And I hope you do, too..

Chapter 11

Hermione stretched her arms and walked into the dark hallway to the bathroom. Draco was asleep in her bead, shirtless chest reflecting moonlight through her curtains, face peaceful. She loved how he looked when he was sleeping, all of his worries and sorrows and sadness was erased.

A door opened to her left, and a set of hands were pulling her into the room.

"Harry what are you DOING?" She whispered, loudly. Harry's face was stone.

"We need to talk." Hermione had expected this. He had been far too passive at dinner, but of course he probably wouldn't have wanted to make a scene.

She sighed, turning and sitting on his bed, hands in her lap. There was a cheerful fire roaring in the fireplace, and Ron was nowhere to be seen.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Why is he here?"

"Exactly what he said at dinner. We are giving him protection and he has information for us."

"What kind of information?"

"Well.. Voldemort wants to bring Death Eaters into Hogwarts. He's planning something, I don't know exactly what and neither does Draco but he's having him fix these two cabinets that are connected. The other one is in Borgin and Burke's in Nocturne alley."

"And he wants to stop him? Are you sure he's not just using you to get to us?"

"Harry," Her eyes were powerful and sincere. "I'm sure."

"Oh, Hermione. When did this happen?"

"I don't know.. it's been a few weeks.."

"And you love him?"

She sighed, twisting her hands. "I do. I do so very much I love him."

"But it's only been a few weeks."

"We haven't been together long but.. I feel it. I don't know what it is but there's something… well, magic, bringing us together. I trust him. I trust that he won't hurt me. He's.. tender and passionate and very, very sweet."

She looked at Harry, then. Willing him to trust her. "He won't hurt us. He won't hurt you. He just needs our help. We have to help him, Harry. There are things.. I can't share, they aren't my things to share, but soon you can know everything and we can stop whatever Voldemort is trying to do."

Outside in the hallway, Draco Malfoy leaned against the wall, a small smile on his lips, and a silent tear rolling down his cheek.

The next morning, Draco rose early and sat at the breakfast table with Sirius, drinking coffee. The man was kind to him, having fully trusted him from the moment Hermione said that he could.

"You better not hurt her, you know." Sirius said, sipping his coffee.

"I honestly don't plan on it."

"Do you love her?"

He breathed sharply, his heart swelling at the idea of loving Hermione. "I… yes. I do. A lot, More than anyone in the entire universe I love her. As sappy as that may sound."

She walked in, then, rubbing one of her eyes. Hair a mess, and slippers shuffling tiredly, she filled a cup with coffee and sat down heavily on the bench next to Draco, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Morning, sleepy." Sirius nodded to her, raising his cup and then draining it.

"Morning." She grumbled pulling her hair into a bun at the top of her head and taking a long drink.

Sirius smiled at Draco and left the room. It was just the two of them, then, and the silence seemed louder. It was a big kitchen, a warm kitchen, with cabinets and cupboards lining the walls, and a huge stove with pots and pans hanging over top. On the one end there was a massive fireplace with a hearth so large that a normal size person could stand in it easily. On the other side was a large china cabinet with all manner of dishes and cups and goblets. The whole room was painted a sort of olive green color, and a long wooden table – not unlike the ones at Hogwarts – stretched the expanse, with benches on either side.

He put his arm around her, then, and kissed her head. "I assume you slept well?"

She smiled up at him, her pink lips so inviting. "I did, thank you."

He recalled her coming back to bed a little while later, although she had not known that he had heard her and Harry's conversation. Not that he meant to eavesdrop, but she was gone and he was trying to find her when he heard them. He had shuffled back to bed quietly and waited for her to return. When she did he'd pulled her close to him, and buried his face in her hair. He loved the feelings of her warm curves against him.. even then it cause stirrings…

He kissed her on her full, pink lips. Deep and slow, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth and felt her push back against him. Her breath was ragged and her skin flushed under his hands, and soon hers were in his hair as she turned to get on top of him. Hungrily, she kissed him harder, her teeth scraping against his as her body rocked to get some sort of friction. She wanted him there on the kitchen floor, the table, wherever. But a disgusted throat clear brought her back to reality.

Harry stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a half disgusted, half amused expression on his face.

"Morning." He nodded at Draco and Hermione, who blushed.

Her lips were swollen and red, and her cheeks were pink as she sheepishly sipped some of her coffee. "Good morning, Harry."

Draco smirked, running his fingers through his hair. Hermione wasn't the only one who was very near to losing control. At that moment he was rock hard under the table, not that Harry Potter needed to know that. But he wanted nothing better than to have Hermione spread out in front of him, her beautiful pussy there for him to devour.

Harry sat on the other side of them, none the wiser as he munched on a piece of toast. Draco shifted his hand under the table to run up Hermione's thigh. She was wearing a fuzzy pink robe, but underneath was just her underwear. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed before coming downstairs, and that made Draco' mouth dry and his cock throb.

Harry crunched his toast and Hermione tried to have a conversation with him about a book she was reading that he might like, but it was hard to concentrate with Draco's hand sliding up her leg. He pushed her thighs apart, tracing small circles inside them. Her muscles tightened and heat flushed to her pussy as she could feel him getting closer… closer…

He smirked, his other hand lifting his coffee mug to his mouth. He touched her, then, and he could see her tense up, her breath hitch, as he sent an electric pulse to her system. He rubbed small circles on her clitoris over the top of her manties, and then long lines down the entirety of her pussy. Lightly, lightly so it tickled he could feel her soaking through the thin cotton. He pushed it aside, his finger sinking between her warm, soaking lips. He traced small circles around her clit, smirking at the expression on her face, and then slowly moved down to put one finger inside her. He moved it in and out, making sure to hit her g-spot so she was practically on the floor. He teased her until she was about to cry out, and then took his finger out of her, moving it to his lips and sucking it clean.

He stood up, then, nodding at Harry and walking out of the room, adjusting himself when his back was turned. He could feel Hermione's eyes on him as he walked up the stairs to their room. He waited for her, lightly stroking himself so he was ready when she burst into the room. And she did, with fire in her eyes.

"I can not believe you-"

He crossed the room in a second and kissed her hard, trying to communicate how much he loved her and how much he wanted her through the heat of his kiss. He kissed down her neck, pulling her robe down and kissing her shoulders. She sighed, moaning, pulling his face back up to kiss her. His stormy grey eyes intense, almost pained with emotion as he kissed her, holding her face in his hands. She sank against him, submitting to his touch. He pulled her over to the bed and pushed her down, throwing her robe in the corner and kissing down her breasts, stomach, her inner thighs, finally stopping and hovering right above her pussy. He kissed the cotton of her panties, tasting the salty sweetness of her and licking her lips.

She squirmed, moaning, running her fingers through his light hair. "Please" She whispered, eyes wild with need. He flashed her a smile, slowly dragging her panties down with his teeth, exposing her to him. She was so beautiful, so soft and white and pink. His eyes ran over her, hungrily. His mouth watered. He pushed her knees up and spread her legs apart, licking her slowly. She moaned softly, eyes closed. He licked her again, and a gain, his mouth lapping up all of her deliciousness. He sucked on her and kissed her and stuck one finger in, then two, pumping them slowly and twisting them and fucking her until she was a mess under his hands. He needed her, he needed to be in her.

He pulled his shirt off and she smiled at him, sitting up and kissing his chest. She looked up, from under her lashes, sultry and sexy as she unbuckled his pants, and pushed her hands inside. He was hard for her, and so warm. She pushed his pants and boxers down, the soft skin of his cock throbbing under her hands. She got off the bed and on her knees, kissing him softly, a small bead of salty precum coating her lips. She hummed, running her tongue along the underside of his haft, cupping his balls in her hand. She looked up at him as she took him completely into her mouth. His eyes rolled back a little as he pushed his fingers into her hair and she slid deeper onto his cock.

He came back to himself, then. And he was filled with desire and need. He kicked off his pants and picked her up, moving her on to the bed and climbing over her. He looked into her amber eyes, searching them to make sure what he heard yesterday was true. He needed to know, then, if it was true.

"I heard you last night." He whispered, his eyes boring into hers. "Is it true, what you said?"

"What did I say? She tilted her head.

He hesitated for a second. "You said that you loved me."

She smiled a small smile. "You heard that?"

He shrugged. " I went to find you and I overheard. Is it true?"

"Yes."

His passion was renewed then, and he made sure it was okay before sliding himself deep inside her. She gasped, as she had done before when he entered her. She was tight and wet and ready for him and she felt so good. He moaned as he thrusted into her, relishing the view of this beautiful woman underneath him. He rubbed circles around her clitoris and kissed her breasts, holding her hips as he slammed into her. He kissed her slowly, then, and she sat up, flipping over on top of him and sitting on his cock.

He wasn't used to someone else taking control, and it was very, very hot. He could feel himself getting close, and she was moving faster, her brow furrowed in concentration and pleasure. She threw her head back, her hair wild, hands pressing on his chest as she rode him. She cried out then, her body shaking as she reached her climax. He reached his, too, his seed bursting inside of her. She collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside her, and kissed his long and slow.

"I love you." She whispered, laying her head on his chest to feel his heartbeat.

"I love you, too." He said. Meaning it will every fiber of his being.

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