She melted into him. She felt her soul fill up in empty spaces that she didn't know she had. It startled her. She stepped back quickly, breathing heavily and staring at him, wide-eyed. He blinked slowly with a knowing look, he waited.

When she didn't move or speak again, he took a small tentative step toward her. Then another. He grabbed the dress at her middle between two fingers and pulled her toward him gently. Still giving her the option to stop him. Instead, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fully. Both of his hands wrapped around her back and he held her flush against him. He wound one hand up into her curls and groaned as she sucked on his bottom lip.

Their kisses turned frenzied. Both of them starved for affection. He pushed her back one more step and they hit the bed. He shoved her cardigan off her shoulders and tried to slip his fingers under the dress at her collar bone but it was still stuck with magic. She giggled and he stopped, looking at it in frustration. "It's a spell, so I wouldn't flash you accidentally." She said laughing.

"Well that was a mistake." He growled and wandlessly removed the spell. He went back to kissing her and slid his fingers under the collar of the dress, trailing his thumb down her throat.

She slipped her hands under his shirt and up the hard planes of his stomach. He let go of her and pulled his shirt quickly over his head before reattaching his mouth to hers. She felt his erection press into her stomach and her own sex throbbed in response. She trailed her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and slowly reached underneath and squeezed his backside.

He hummed in approval and lifted her dress to do his own exploring, trailing kisses along her neck as he did. She brought her hands up and tried to thread her fingers in his hair but was stopped by the band tying it back. It vanished instantly for her and Malfoy hadn't even skipped a beat.

"How do you do that so well?" She couldn't help but ask.

"What? This?" He sucked hard on a spot beneath her ear and her knees practically gave way.

"No, I mean yes, but I was talking about the wandless magic. I can barely do any at all." She squeaked as he lifted her under her arms and set her on the bed.

He shrugged, "I dunno. You get used to it I guess. A wand is a necessary conduit, but it's also a crutch." He shook his hair out and she finally saw it down, the full effect of wild and unkempt Drake. She reached up and ran her fingers through it. Then trailed them down his cheek and jaw.

She bit her lip and grinned. "I really do like the beard."

"I know you do." He smirked. Then he kissed her again and spread her legs and settled himself between them. He was still standing. The bed was the perfect height for him. She felt his still covered erection straining to get to her. She rolled forward against it and he groaned.

He reached between them and bunched up her dress, he traced his fingers along her soaked underwear. She sighed into his mouth and he dropped his forehead to hers. "All ready for me, are you Granger?" He said huskily. He rubbed her seam, still over the underwear and she dropped her head back in bliss.

He lifted her dress up over her arms then and threw it behind him, pressing her back into the mattress. Her curls sprawled out wildly around her. He slowly pulled her nude colored panties down her legs before tossing them aside too. "No bra but you still wore those. Tsk tsk." He shook his head and took his own shorts off. She sat up on her elbows to watch and couldn't help biting her lower lip as she watched him spring free. When she looked back into his eyes he gave her a hungry grin.

"I didn't think you'd even notice the no bra." She teased.

"Liar." He growled. He climbed over her and they were finally both on the bed, fully nude, both aching for each other. She had a fleeting flashback of Ron. The only other person she had ever done this with. And she froze, tried really hard to shake it off. But he could tell something shifted in her for a moment. "We can stop at any time. We don't have to do anything." He tried to reassure her.

She shook her head, more in annoyance at herself. "No, I want to. I really want to. I just... I've only been with... I've never..." she buried her face in his chest to escape for a minute.

"it's fine." He rubbed her back and held her.

"No, I didn't mean to bring him up." She was angry with herself. "I just had a moment. He's the only one I've ever been with. But I want this, with you. God I want you." She looked up at him finally and kissed him.

When she pulled away he said "take what you want from me, Granger. I'm all yours." The look of genuine desire and vulnerability in his eyes helped erase all her worries and memories away. This moment was theirs, and theirs alone.

She pushed him back and climbed over him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, pressing their bodies together. He threaded his fingers through her hair and held her to him. She started rocking into him, chasing her pleasure. He just kissed her and rubbed her body and let her do her thing.

After a few moments she sat up and lined him up with her hand before she slid slowly down onto him. She watched in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back and he dropped his head, reeling in the sensation. She started to bob up and down until she bumped her head on the ceiling of the van, which sent her rolling forward in a fit of giggles. Keeping them joined, he rolled them to the side, cradling her head. "Careful, Granger. I can't fuck an unconscious person."

She laughed and said "I never realized how low the ceiling was." He rolled her onto her back and slowly started sliding in and out, reaching even deeper than before. She moaned at the places stretching out inside her that had never been before. "Fuck, that's deep." She gasped.

He pulled out a bit "too deep?"

She grabbed his ass and pulled him back in "god no, don't stop." She begged. He found a pace she liked, "yes! Like that, fuck, keep going."

He chuckled and kissed her while keeping the pace. She reached down to rub her clit and finally push herself over the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out as she climaxed. Malfoy kept going for a moment until her body relaxed and she lay there panting. He paused, still inside her and cradled her head, smiling. "God I've always wanted to see that." He kissed her sweetly. After she caught her breath he said "want another?" And started pumping back into her slowly.

"Fuck, yes. Where's my wand? I want you to come inside me this time." She just needed to cast the contraceptive charm.

He waved his palm over her abdomen and it glowed the usual pink. "God that's fucking hot. I love when you do wandless magic."

He smirked at her "I know you do, Granger." He had her moaning again, hitting her at all the right angles.

"How do you know that? I'm not that obvious." She panted through her pleasure.

"I just know, ok?" He stuck his tongue in her mouth and she got lost in the waves of pleasure building up inside her again. Her orgasm came much more quickly this time, she dug her nails into his shoulders and begged him to come inside her. They found their release simultaneously this time, he dropped his forehead to hers as they both panted, fully satiated and exhausted.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He kissed her deeply and pulled out of her slowly. "I'll die dreaming of that look on your face." He rolled to his back and pulled her to him. They arranged themselves until they were comfortable and then he summoned the blanket to him from where he set it on the front seat. He'd already cleaned it. He arranged it over them and held her as they both drifted rapidly into sleep.


Hermione blinked slowly. Her head gently rising and falling on Malfoy's chest with his breath. The sun was streaking in through the sides of the curtain up front. She did a mental check in without moving. She didn't want to wake him yet.

She had an arm and leg wrapped around him, they were both completely nude. Her quilt was pulled up to her shoulders. He seemed to still be asleep by his breathing pattern. She could hear birds chirping outside. She had to pee.

She tried to summon her wand like he did with the quilt the night before. She gave up after struggling for a moment. She could feel the magic bubbling just under the surface. But without the wand she couldn't make it come out.

Carefully she removed her leg from him. Then her arm. He didn't move, so she lifted her head slowly off of his chest and put her weight on her elbow. She looked up at him finally. He was beautiful, she thought. Ruggedly handsome with the beard and the hair, the tan he'd built working outside for years. She didn't think he looked anything like his father now, even with the long hair. But she could still see the boy she once knew, especially in sleep. She looked closely at the tattoo along his arm, resting at his side. It was very well done, hyper realistic, all the things he found beautiful about life out here. Covering up the ugly old life he left behind.

Hermione felt sad for him, that he had to give up the world she loved so much. The world he was once so proud to be a part of. But then she thought of how she'd seen him interact with people out here, yesterday with Danny, the night before at the bar with Joe. Last night with his friends. Even the strangers at the restaurant. He was so kind, friendly, comfortable in his skin. Not a witch or wizard in sight. She was so so proud of him. Because she knew the hogwarts era Draco would never have been like that.

She didn't regret their night spent together, not one bit. In fact, she had a wild thought about asking him to join her on her trip. But that was crazy, right? He had a whole life here. And she was just barely escaping hers. He had a job and responsibilities. He couldn't just leave them. Could he?

She was on the back side of the bed and would have to climb over him completely to get off and use the toilet. She lifted up, putting her weight fully on the arm underneath her and tried to climb over him without touching him. It was difficult with the blanket still around them both. She got her leg over him successfully but when she put her weight on her other arm by his shoulder, he opened his eyes.

She grimaced, "sorry" she whispered. "I was trying not to wake you."

He blinked and brought his hands onto her backside, rubbing idly over the blanket. "I definitely don't mind being woken up like this." He smiled and lifted his head to kiss her. She could feel his cock rise up beneath her and she shivered at the sensations.

She pulled away "I really have to pee." She giggled and he dropped his hands and let her continue to climb over him and off the bed, leaving the blanket behind.

"Do you want me to muffle the sound for you?" She teased him as she stepped into the tiny water closet and slid the door shut.

"I don't care if I hear you. I just can't go with someone listening to me. I get stage fright." She felt the van shift a bit as he stretched out on the bed. "Is your cat going to hate me now that it had to sleep outside?"

She finished her business and stepped back out into the main part of the van. "He very well might." She picked up her wand and cleaned the toilet with a flick. She also did a cleaning spell on her body and teeth. Then filled a glass with water and drank deeply. She stayed naked the whole time and Malfoy just stared at her, smiling lazily.

Finally she walked back to him, handing him the glass which he drank from while she climbed back onto the bed and slid under the blanket next to him. He handed the glass back to her and she turned, holding it out and attempted to concentrate on wandlessly sending it to the sink.

"ugh. I cant." She made to stand up and walk it back but Malfoy took it from her and sent it floating slowly back to the sink where he set it down. "Show off." She poked his stomach and he laughed and turned to her. Their naked bodies flush against each other. She hitched her top leg up over his hip and she felt his cock harden and line up with her center. He kissed her slowly and rocked into her but didn't enter her yet.

"Mmm, wait. I need to ask you something." She stopped before she got lost in him again.

"What is it?" He brushed her hair over her ear and waited.

"I know last night that I asked you to stay with me, for just one more night..." she started, she hesitated. His actions and his body language showed that she wasn't alone in wanting more, but she was still nervous.

"Yes?" He smirked and she found a bit more courage.

"How many more days do you have?"

"Three."

She chewed her bottom lip and brought her hand up, brushed through his beard with her fingers. "Would you want to come with me?" She looked up into his eyes and waited.

His eyes twinkled and his grin widened. "Of course I would, Granger." He pulled her to him with his fingers carded through the back of her hair and kissed her deeply. He slid his palm onto her cheek and down to her breast, he squeezed the soft flesh and then circled his thumb lightly over her nipple. She moaned and arched into his touch. As she moved he easily slid right into her and they both gasped and groaned, finding their pleasure in one another.

It was late morning by the time she finally slid the van door open to find Crookshanks. Both she and Malfoy were showered and fully dressed, the sheets and quilt cleaned by magic and arranged neatly on the bed. Crookshanks scowled as he hopped in and assessed them both. He climbed up on the bed and glared angrily at Malfoy.

Malfoy tentatively offered the cat half of his toast as a peace offering. Crookshanks narrowed his eyes and didn't stop glaring as he took the toast and ate it, grudgingly accepting him for now.

Hermione stood behind Malfoy and slid her arm around his stomach, "well now, that was promising." She laughed at them and Malfoy turned in her arms shaking his head.

He took her freshly braided hair and gently tugged her head back so he could kiss her. "Let's go, witch. Your adventure awaits."