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Lemons head. You've been warned.

HPOV

"Damnit!"

That was my sixth attempt at the potion, and this one had just about blown a hole through the roof. I didn't know what I was missing. I'd combed through what felt like hundreds of books, and still nothing.

Malfoy was in the kitchen in an instant, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I snapped, practically ripping the gloves from my hands and flinging them onto the counter. "This is a waste of time. It's never going to work."

He raised a blonde eyebrow at me, "Seriously? You're giving up this quickly? You're the one who said anything was possible."

"I don't know where else to look, what else to read."

"So take a break." he said with a smirk, "If there's anything I learned from school, it's that things always look better from a fresh perspective."

"I think that's called procrastination."

He rolled his eyes, "You're no good to anyone if you can't think straight. Take a break."

He was probably right. I'd spent the past month trying different potions, each of them resulting in either explosions or absolutely nothing. Those seemed the most disappointing, really.

"You're right." I sighed, resigned.

We sat in the living room in comfortable silence while he read, and I thought.

We hadn't heard from Harry in over a month. I had no idea where he was, what he was doing, or if he was even still alive. If he died...there was no hope for any of us. But I couldn't think like that. He was alive. He had to be.

I'd promised him I'd figure out a way to help them.

Malfoy never seemed to doubt that Harry would win, though. I mean he practically bet his life on it. If Harry lost, he'd be just as fucked as me. Maybe worse.

Why he'd ever agree to something like this was beyond me. Why had he chosen this?

But I couldn't bring myself to ask him.

Part of me was worried that if I brought it up he'd realize that he really was making a mistake...and for some reason I'd grown accustom to his presence. I appreciated it. Honestly I had no idea if I'd be able to do this without him.

Shite. I hadn't been paying attention. I looked over to Malfoy, who was of course already looking at me.

"And she's back." he said with a smile, "Here, I found something that might help."

I could kiss him for not dwelling on my weird spells. It just made things...easier.

I took the book he was handing me, hoping to get my mind off him.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

This was the first potion that hadn't exploded.

Was it possible that after three tedious months of working, I'd actually done it?

"Malfoy," I called out.

I knew he was never far when I was brewing.

He stepped into the kitchen, eyeing the pot and then me before a small smile worked its way onto his face.

"You bloody did it, didn't you?"

I nodded slowly, unsure, "I...maybe. It seems right. There's no real way to know until it's tested."

He looked a bit apprehensive, "What if something goes wrong?"

"I made an antidote." I said with an eye roll. "I'm not daft. Besides," I explained, pouring the blue liquid into a small vial before doing the same with the antidote, "If this works, it could change everything."

I stared at the vial for a moment longer before lifting it to my lips.

"Bottoms up."

The potion tasted like apples, strangely enough.

"How do you feel, Granger?" asked Malfoy, eyeing me studiously. His silver eyes flitted over my face in an obvious attempt to see if I was going to implode.

How did I feel?

Fine. The same, really.

I took a deep breath and made myself think. Think back to the dungeon I knew I'd been kept in, the torture I knew I'd been put through...

And came up with nothing.

Nothing.

I knew I'd been captured, tortured, but not a single bit of it remained in my mind.

Not a single bit.

A slow smile began to spread across my face, and no sooner than that I was enveloped by him. His arms were wrapped around my waist and mine instinctively went to his neck, returning the hug as he spun us once.

"You bloody did it, you brilliant witch. You bloody did it." he said, his voice holding a tone of awe I'd never had directed at me - not by him.

And it felt nice. His strong arms around me felt nice. And he was so close. Our bodies were pressed together practically everywhere, and I couldn't help the slight eruption of butterflies at the proximity.

But it was nice.

Very nice.

He set me down, his face still only inches from mine as he looked down at me, arms still around my waist.

Why were mine still around his neck?

"I couldn't have done it without you." I said softly, trying not to break whatever weird bubble we were in.

His smile was small as he shook his head, "You're the brains behind this one, Granger."

I didn't know what to say. He was just staring at me.

"What would you do, if you could do anything?" he asked softly, his eyes flicking to my lips briefly.

Gods.

Why had I ever opened my big, fat mouth and told him that. It had been a few weeks since the mortifying experience had occurred, and he hadn't so much as brought it up once.

But now? Here?

Why was he doing this?

"I...I don't...I -"

"Because I'd kiss you." he whispered softly.

And then he was.

His lips were soft and feathery light as he kissed me. It was a sharp contrast to the dominating way I'd assumed he would. But it didn't matter, this side of him was one I hadn't really seen, and I couldn't deny it had it's own appeal.

He slid one hand to my cheek, pulling away to murmur against my lips softly, "I would kiss you over and over. I'd let my hands - my mouth - explore every bit of your skin. I would kiss you everywhere, Granger."

The deep rumble in his voice and the sensual nature of his tone had my stomach clenching. Who would've thought Malfoy would ever willingly touch me - kiss me -

My mind was spinning. His scent was intoxicating. His words washed over me in a delicious way.

I wanted him to continue.

DPOV

There was no way I could keep ignoring these feelings. If I were being honest with myself, I didn't want to ignore them.

She felt perfect in my arms, her small frame crowded by my much larger one. Her accelerated breathing and flushed cheeks also didn't go unnoticed.

Nor did the fact that she wasn't yelling at me. She wasn't pulling away. She didn't look upset or annoyed - no. She looked...

Like she wanted me.

"I would touch you, tease you, until you begged me for release. And I'd give it to you." I continued, kissing and nipping at her neck. I didn't know if it was my words or my actions, but she let out a soft moan, the sound going straight to my cock.

Gods, I wanted her.

"I'd give it to you again and again until you forgot your bloody name."

Her breath hitched and the hands she had in my hair tightened. The sting felt good.

I slid my hand under her sweater, moving up to cup her full breasts. Her nipples were already digging into the palm of my hand. She was as turned on as I was.

She wanted this.

I took a moment to flick her nipples between my fingers, tugging and flicking, before replacing my hands with my mouth.

"Oh, Merlin..." she murmured, one hand resting on my shoulder, the other tangled in my hair grabbing slightly tighter whenever I gave her nipple a particularly rough nip.

Slowly tearing my mouth away from her breasts, I continued, "I would fuck that pretty little pussy of yours."

She gasped as I slid my hand into her pants, the only thing covering her wet cunt was a thin scrap of lacy fabric.

It felt like torture. Beautiful, glorious, mind numbing torture.

I lightly traced my middle finger over her clit, "I would fuck you until you couldn't take it anymore, and then I'd fuck you again."

She tried bucking closer to my hand to increase the friction, but I simply pushed her back against the counter.

"I would pound into this wet little cunt until you shattered around me. And then I'd do it all over again."

I slid my hand into her panties and found her soaked. I shut my eyes and fought against the urge to spin her around and fuck her into the counter.

But I was pacing myself. I had no idea how far she was going to let this go, and I was determined to savor every second of it.

I dipped a finger into her impossibly tight, wet pussy, enjoying the drawn out moan that seemed wrenched from her throat. I arched my finger up, maintaining a steady pace as I caught her lips in another kiss.

It wasn't long before she was writhing against my hand, her once soft breathing had turned into moans and pants.

"Fucking hell, you're so wet for me." I groaned against her neck.

"Malfoy," she gasped, her walls beginning to flutter around my finger, "Please don't stop."

I chuckled, "I don't recall saying anything about stopping."

It wasn't long after I dipped a second finger into her, that she was coming undone, her tight quim pulsing around my fingers as her essence dripped over my fingers and down her legs.

Watching Hermione Granger lose herself was hypnotizing. I had done that.

She was bloody beautiful.

I wasted no time in setting her on the counter, and she spread her legs so I could step between them. She made quick work of my belt and trousers, shoving both from my hips, the boxers close behind.

Before I could say or do anything, not that I would've known what, she took my hard cock into her hand and began pumping me up and down.

She tightened her grip, speeding up slightly, and when I couldn't stop the moan from leaving my lips she was already watching me and smirking.

No, that wouldn't do.

I took her hand in mine, using my free hand to rub my throbbing member along her clit.

Her head tilted back, smacking against the cabinets, but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes were scrunched closed in pleasure and there was no mistaking the slow rocking of her hips.

"Tell me you want this." I murmured against her ear, not stopping my ministrations.

She moaned, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. They were bright and dilated and fuck if she didn't look like the most delicious thing I'd ever seen.

"Tell me." I repeated, firmer this time.

She nodded rather frantically, her voice breathy, "I want this. Please don't stop."

That was really all I needed.

I pushed forward into her inviting heat, unable to contain my rather guttural reaction.

"Fuck," I cursed, my grip on her waist surely bruising, "You feel bloody brilliant."

"So do you." she admitted, her eyes shut and her nails digging into my shoulders as I slowly began thrusting.

No fantasy I'd ever had even compared to how fucking fantastic she was. Being inside her was -

"Brilliant, bloody brilliant." I murmured against her mouth before capturing her lips in another kiss.

Her nails were digging into my back, pulling me impossibly closer to her as she said, "Faster...please faster."

How could I say no to her?

I tugged her forward, sliding my hands under her lush arse as I lifted her from the counter and pressed her into the wall opposite us. I didn't give her any time to get her bearings, instead pounding into her.

"Oh gods," she moaned, her head dropping forward onto my shoulder as she clung to me, "I'm going to...Malfoy..."

And then she was coming. Moaning my name as she shattered around me.

I had to focus on something else, anything else, to prevent myself from coming before I had the chance to prove just how serious I'd been about what I'd said.

She was panting against my neck, her tight cunt still lightly spasming around me, as I continued the slow rhythm I'd set.

"Tell me something, love." I said, moving one hand from her bum to her hair, grabbing a handful of it and tugging down, forcing her head up from my shoulder so she was looking at me, "How does it feel?"

And though I had her pinned against the wall, held by her hair, and was literally fucking her, her eyes lit up with that fiery spark I was used to seeing back in school.

"You know exactly how it feels. Just shut up."

I smirked, thrusting forward particularly roughly, "True, I do know." I leaned forward, dragging my teeth along her neck before stopping to murmur against her ear, "You're just dying to come again. You're so tight...so wet."

She moaned, her hips wriggling against mine in an attempt to speed up my thrusts. "Malfoy, shut - oh - up."

"Why would I do that?" I asked, releasing her hair to lightly tease her clit. "You're positively dripping from it."

She clenched around me in response, and it took all the self control I had to keep myself from giving her exactly what she wanted. Not yet.

"Would you like to come again?" I asked, rubbing her bud slightly harder.

She moaned, looking up at the ceiling as she shook her head, "I don't think...I've never...fuck -"

"Never what, love?" I teased, slowing the fingers on her clit.

Her cheeks were red, her lips swollen, and her hair was an absolute mess, yet somehow it only made me want her more. As if such a thing were even possible at this point.

"Never came more than once with...with someone."

I couldn't help but smirk, "I suppose you'll just have to deal with it."

Without waiting for her retort, I picked up my pace, slamming into her while my fingers resumed toying with her clit.

She was begging. And by Salazar her voice, lust-filled, breathy, soft - it was everything.

Her climax caught me by surprise this time. It was sudden, her moans echoing off the walls and I couldn't stop myself. I hurtled right over the edge with her, white light exploding behind my eyes.

This was bliss.

HPOV

He moved first.

That much I could register.

He set me down, taking a half step back, and I slid down the wall. My legs were jelly.

"Granger -"

"Never in my life have I been so thoroughly fucked."

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Panicked, I looked up at him, surely as red as Ron's hair. But he seemed, if nothing else, smug.

"Good." was his only response.

I watched as he grabbed his boxers, pants, and shirt but made no move to put them on. Instead he walked back over to where I was sitting.

"Are your legs working, Granger?" he asked with a smirk, blonde hair hanging in his eyes as he looked down at me.

It was a good question, actually. I doubted it. The way Malfoy had been able to -

Merlin, no one had ever even come close to his mastery of my body. He really should teach lessons. More men should know how to -

"What are you doing?" I shrieked, suddenly hanging upside down, my naked bum in the air as Malfoy carried me over his shoulder and back towards the bedroom.

"You didn't answer me." he said simply, "Now stop wiggling."

I did no such thing, instead opting to attempt tickling him.

Smack!

"I told you to stop." he said, the smirk evident in his voice.

"You just...you just...spanked me!" I said, incredulous.

"Trust me, Granger, if I really spanked you, you wouldn't be sitting on this pretty little bum for days."

Gods.

It really wasn't fair how he could just flip a switch like that and utter such...such...naughty things.

He dropped me onto the bed but made no move to join me, instead standing at the foot of the bed staring at me.

I felt subconscious. I was still completely naked.

"Stop looking at me like that."

His eyes met mine, and maybe I was completely loony, but there was something there.

He smirked, but joined me, pulling the covers up around the both of us before he said anything.

"You should send your Patronus to Potter. Tell him the news."

"What?"

"The potion?" His perfectly arched eyebrow was raised and he was clearly amused. "I'm sure Potter will be happy to know you figured it out."

Right.

Harry. The potion.

How could he be thinking of anything other than what had just happened between us?

"I'll use your wand tomorrow. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear we have good news for once."

I turned on my side so I was facing him, though I was sure to leave a space between us. If he wasn't going to talk about what it meant, then neither was I.

His eye roll was almost audible as he released a long, classic Malfoy sigh, before tugging me against his chest.

"Goodnight, Granger." he murmured into my hair. His arm was around my waist and I could hear the beating of his heart under my ear. I had fallen asleep like this many times over the months we'd been here, so it was strikingly obvious that the beat was slightly faster than usual.

Was he nervous? Tense?

Would he tell me if I asked?

He was tracing soft patterns onto my back, his heartbeat slowing with each passing moment. Soon enough it was as I knew it, the sound slowly lulling me to sleep. I was exhausted.

But then he was talking, so softly that I almost didn't catch it.

"You are the most frustrating, elusive, complex...beautiful puzzle of a woman. I don't..." he took a deep breath, and I didn't dare move an inch.

"I don't know why," he continued, "You just are. You're brilliant, really."

"Malf -"

"When you told me why you didn't want magic to heal yourself...I wished that there was some piece of myself that I could give you in return. I wanted it so fucking badly, but there was nothing. But then you kept doing it. You kept giving me little pieces of yourself and then -" he cleared his throat abruptly, taking a moment to compose himself.

"I don't know what I have to offer you, Granger. All I know is that whatever I have, it's yours."

My heart felt as though it had exploded. His words were...everything I'd wanted to hear, if I were honest with myself.

I reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly as I whispered back to him through the darkness.

"You're enough. Just you."

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