She tasted like honey. The sweetest, purest honey that Draco had ever tasted in his life. He cupped her face, and her cheeks were warm either with a blush or from the fire she was standing near. He hoped she was warm with the fire he'd ignited in her but wasn't bold enough to ask.

She chuckled against his lips, molding her perfect curved figure more firmly against him. "I think it might have more to do with you than the cold hearth." She whispered, and he smirked, so he had said it aloud.

Pulling her in wasn't a task, and Draco swore she felt like she belonged in his arms. From what he recalled about the space he'd warded off while she studied the mantel, he'd expanded a rather large settee before joining her. Directing her in the direction of the now king-sized bed, Draco was shameless in his hands' explorations of her body.

She was perfection. She wasn't too thin like many of the younger women these days, thinking that something was appealing about half starving themselves to death to be bone thin. She didn't worry about what males sitting at her dining table might think of her for accepting a dessert. It wasn't a negative in the slightest, Draco growled into her mouth, grabbing at the fuller figure she sported.

He carefully laid her on her back, crawling over the top of her, their clothing still putting a few layers between their bodies. Draco wanted to seduce her, but he wanted to make sure that she retained the full ability to stop this if she were not ready.

Her thighs parted happily, allowing Draco to slot himself where he most desired to be, but Draco didn't move until she was gazing up into his face with those damn whiskey eyes.

"If this isn't what you want, you just tell me," he whispered, not moving his body so he wouldn't sway her in any direction. However, her legs tightened around his waist and pulled his groin down so that he was pressed against her warm center.

Draco couldn't stop himself, rolling his hips over the top of her, and the woman groaned, not holding back the pleasure that he was giving her as other women would in an attempt to be proper. She responded in like, her hips lifting from the bed, chasing the friction that he was giving her.

"What is it you want?" Draco teased, pressing his hardening cock against her again.

She was greedy, wrapping her still-clothed legs around his waist and holding him against her. She was stronger than he'd anticipated and very responsive to what he was doing.

"What do you want? Tell me so I can give it to you," he teased, enjoying the look of bliss on her face. Her hips lifted again, pressing him further into her core.

"I want you, Your Highness," she breathed, the little gasps falling from her perfectly shaped pink lips.

Rising to his knees, Draco went to work on his trousers, pulling them loose and shuffling them down his thighs so that he would be free. Her dress was loosened and then quickly pulled down her body so that only a shift remained. When he looked down at her, bathed in the moonlight, Draco was rendered speechless.

She'd been enchanting before she was left with a thin piece of white cotton covering her body. She was a Goddess now.

He could easily see every outline, and the darker color of her areolas was showing through the cotton. Fucking hell, Draco had thought himself a strong man, a practiced man, but the woman laid out before him made him a frail man, indeed. Not something that the future king ought to be admitting, but for tonight to be able to gaze down upon her, Draco would.

"You're perfection," Draco muttered, ripping his shirt over his head so she could see him all. He could feel himself thickening in his anticipation for what was to come, and who could blame him when such a beautiful and willing woman was laid down before him?

Her eyes roamed over him, and he could feel himself enjoying her appreciation for what she found. The widening gaze when they reached his manhood on display had him puffing up with a bit more pride, glad that he was comparable to any other lovers that she'd had in the past. Her mouth dropped slightly, and Draco couldn't resist his urge to kiss her again. To claim her mouth as his.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked, smirking against her lips as he eased her back down and slotted himself between her thighs. He felt her groan and her legs wrap around his waist in an answer, pulling him closer.

This time he could feel how wet she was, with his cock sliding between her folds. Her sex was warm and inviting, and the way she clung to him, Draco felt empowered to further their evening along. Draco could spend the entire night with her, depending on who's lady-in-waiting she was, and no one would know the difference.

Taking hold of himself, Draco took care in lining himself up at her entrance, enjoying another gush of arousal that spilled from her and coated him. The way she squirmed in anticipation, she either had no idea that she was about to make him burst, or she didn't care about the impact she was having on him.

Draco took his time pushing forward, knowing he was well-endowed and not wanting to hurt her. The way her body tightened at every move forward, he worried that he might be hurting her, and when he felt a familiar sensation of innocence breaking away, he came to a complete stop and looked into her face.

Her eyes were squeezed tight, and her nose scrunched, but she didn't move. Draco was almost at the point of contemplating pulling out and retreating when she opened those damn enchanting eyes and looked up at him as if he held all the answers to her prayers.

"Don't stop, please," she begged, and Draco was helpless.

He pulled out slightly, then pushed the rest of the way so that he was fully seated inside her. Her core gripped him, and Draco thought between her tightness and knowing that he was the first and only person ever to have gotten to experience her. He was lost in his pleasure. A roll of her hips under him and Draco was off.

He was lost to it all. Thrusting into her as if plunging into her might wash away his responsibilities, even if just for a moment. It was as if being with her made him just a man being with a woman; all he had to do was wrap himself in her.

The way she responded to his touch and the way he kissed her body, she was like an instrument that he had been born to play. He couldn't get enough of her. The way she responded with such enthusiasm was breathtaking, and Draco couldn't look away.

When she shattered around him, he wanted to come apart with her. He wanted to feel their climax mingle and see the beauty in the magic of them together. When he did, Draco knew that it was careless, but still, the wine muddled his brain, and he didn't think twice, pumping himself empty inside her and pushing his seed into her womb.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his, pulling him deeper inside her and keeping him pressed firmly against her pelvis that had thrust upward again. Fuck it all, she was everything.

Panting above her, Draco looked down into her satisfied face. A soft smile played at her lips as her head lolled to the side, and she let out a content sigh. "You could have told me it was your first," Draco raised a hand, pushing the sweaty curls from her face. "I would have been a more considerate lover."

Draco lay beside her, pulling the woman into his arms so that her back was pressed against his chest. With a wave of his hand, one of the decorative pillows was transfigured into an overside comforter that fell over their sweaty bodies.

The girl shook her head in the negative and rolled to face him. Shaking her head, she looked up, her eyelids drooping, making her look as if she were nearly asleep.

"No, it was perfect. The perfect memory," she yawned and covered her mouth. Draco opened his mouth to ask a question, but her heavy breathing told him he was too late.

Chuckling to himself, Draco wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in against his chest. The girl happily snuggled up against him, and Draco closed his eyes, ready to enjoy the blissful state for as long as his house elves or Theo would allow.

It would be too soon for someone to want to speak with him or need the Crowned Prince for something, and at the moment, Draco wanted to hold this maiden in his arms.

Nuzzling his face into her curls, Draco breathed her in, wanting to memorize everything about her. "What's your name?" He whispered, not expecting her to answer. How had he been able to overlook that detail? Her beauty had been so startling that Draco hadn't even considered what her given name might be to ask her. Of course, she had recognized him as she greeted him with his title.

"Hermione," she whispered, shocking him from his thoughts. "My name is Hermione," she repeated and fell asleep again.

Leaning closer to kiss her again, Draco smiled at the woman in his arms. An enchanting name for an enchanting woman, he thought as he closed his eyes and let sleep take him.