Draco was in heaven as he sat on the chaise by the fireplace in his room. Heaven, because on top of his body was Hermione, facing him, looking into his eyes as she whimpered his name. He had already come inside of her twice after she had begged for him to, and she kept going. She kept him inside of her warm body, not giving themselves a second of reprieve, and he stayed hard.
How could he not? She looked godlike, and she felt even better. Wet, warm, and soft. He held her arms behind her back with one of his hands, watching her breasts bounce with each movement. Leaning forward, he palmed at them, sucking gently on her nipple, hearing her moan out in pleasure.
"More, Draco," she whispered. "Fill me more."
"You're going to drain me dry," he replied to her. He returned his attention back to her face, watching as her eyes rolled back. His thumb pulled down at her bottom lip, and she slipped it into her mouth.
The way she looked as she sucked on his finger was so whoreish yet beautiful. It was art to him, and he wanted to freeze time so he could stare at her like this forever.
"Merlin, look at you. You're such a little slut," he said, feeling her tense. Draco was an expert at reading her body, knowing when she was about to orgasm and doing exactly what she needed to do to reach that point of bliss. So when he felt her tighten around his cock and saw her eyes fluttering, he moved his hand to her throat.
A gasp escaped her lips as he tightened his fingers around her pulse, slightly restricting her airflow. He knew she loved it, he didn't even have to read her mind to know that. The way her mouth hung open and how she desperately moved her body against him told him everything he needed.
The sounds her cunt made was enough to make him want to come again. She was dripping down his shaft, pooling beneath them, soaking into the velvet fabric.
"Come for me," he growled, squeezing down on her neck. "Come on my cock, baby."
Her eyes were fully rolled back, mouth gaping open as she slid effortlessly up and down. It felt so tight around him, and he wanted to give her exactly what she desired. The second her whole body seized and she began gasping for air, he pumped into her as quickly as he could, fucking her until she screamed out.
"Good girl," he groaned as she collapsed against him, keeping his pace, wanting to fill her more as she requested. She shook with pure pleasure as she moaned loudly for him, knowing that would send him over the edge. "You're such a beautiful fucking whore."
"I'm your whore," she murmured, her eyes still fluttering.
Everything about her was perfect. The way she smelled like vanilla, how she felt like a warm summer night, and the way her body fit against his like she belonged there.
"Fuck," he cried out, holding Hermione's hips down, fully plunged inside of her. A release that felt euphoric as he saw how beautiful she was and how good she felt on him. The feeling of his cold cum dripping from her hot cunt was electric, and he leaned into her chest, pressing his forehead into her sternum, kissing her stomach.
Exhaustion was setting in, even though she was on top and working her body hard to please the both of them. And he knew she should have been tired too, after being tortured by fucking Bellatrix the night prior and not sleeping because she feared he would retaliate.
But despite that fact, she continued to slide on him, his cock was so sensitive to each one of her movements he had to hold her still for just a moment.
"More, Draco," she airily said.
Draco kissed her neck, feeling her rapid heart beat, wanting to sink his teeth into her. "No more, baby. It's time for sleep."
"Just one more time, please," she begged in his ear. "I want you to come inside me just one more time."
"How are you not tired yet, Granger?" he asked, his hands on her hips and she moved up and down, making him hard again.
"I'm so tired, but I want more. I love feeling you come inside me." Her voice was light and low, making him want to devour her.
Draco stood, holding her up as her legs wrapped around him. Still inside her, he walked to the bed and laid her on the silk sheets.
"You'd better go to sleep," he said, his cock sliding in and out of her warm cunt that was full of his cum. His cum, because she was his. His to fuck. His to hold. His.
Hermione's eyes closed as he laid on top of her, burying his face into her neck, kissing her soft skin. Slowly, he fucked her, lulling her to sleep as he came closer to finishing again, taking his time, watching her drift off, trying to stay awake under him.
"Sleep, Granger," he whispered into her ear.
"Don't stop," she replied sleepily. "It feels too good."
"I won't," he assured her. "Rest, let me take care of you."
That's what he wanted more than anything else. To care for her. For Hermione to feel safe and worshiped by him and only him. Despite everything he had done, she was kind. Each act of forgiveness she bestowed on him made him feel like there was at least something redeemable. Because if someone as good as her could look past what he's done, maybe he wasn't too far gone.
And as she fell asleep, he thought about how his Patronus matched hers. He was upset at himself for becoming so obsessed with her to the point where it mirrored her otter. But what did he expect when the only positive memories that were strong enough to manifest it were memories of her?
Obsession. That's the only way he could describe how he felt without having to make it seem more. Because if it was more he knew he wouldn't be able to hold up his end of the deal with the Order. He'd steal her away and damn the rest of them to hell. Something was finally his, unconditionally. How could he let this go?
Astoria and Daphne, he reminded himself over and over again as he held onto Hermione tightly, feeling her deep breaths and her steady heartbeat. Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Greggory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Terrance Higgs, Graham Pritchard, Uchi Akimbo, Amy Frome.
If he didn't go and pay the price for them all, they'd be subjected to a world of punishments beyond what he felt they deserved. Half of what they had done had been at his order and direction anyways. And that was the deal that Kingsley had given, his life for a second chance for them.
But every movement or noise she made in her sleep made him second guess everything. Picturing a life with her came so easily. They could travel the world and he'd take her to every museum she'd ever dreamed of going to. They would watch Potter's kids on the weekend where they'd spend time in the garden together. And she would sleep next to him every night so she'd never have to have a bad dream ever again.
Stop thinking about her.
He couldn't, she was all he thought about. So if she wanted him to love her, he would try to, though he didn't know if he was capable of such a thing. She could beg for him to fuck and fill her but she would never have to beg from this point out for him to care for her.
With as little time as they had now, it couldn't be wasted. He agreed she would never have to beg for him to love her, but he couldn't promise that he would be able to do it for long.
So she began to yell and hit his chest until he held her still and kissed her. He kissed her until she melted under him and kissed him back. Then, he took her into his chambers where she rode him until her anger subsided and she forgot why she was mad in the first place.
"You are everything to me," he whispered into her ear, so softly he practically mouthed the words, hoping she'd be able to hear them in her dreams.
When he woke the next morning, Hermione was sitting up in bed, reading in dim light, scribbling onto a small piece of parchment.
"Darling, why are you awake at this hour?" he asked, pulling the book from her hands and setting it down on the bedside table.
"I hate waking up with you not being here," she said as she finished writing down her last thought.
He pulled her into an embrace, feeling her flustered heartbeat. "I'll try to be home earlier today," he tried to assure her, thinking his notes he left for her were enough to ease her worry.
"It doesn't matter what time you get home," she mumbled into his chest. "Just come back to me, please."
"Of course," he said, kissing her deeply before getting up from the bed.
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Draco stood next to the Dark Lord, watching as he tortured Order members, snatchers, and other Death Eaters. He was waiting for anyone's thoughts to slip so he would know where the last horcrux was.
He had a few theories on where it would end up. The Room of Requirement seemed to be a high probability, or perhaps it was in the possession of someone he trusted that didn't have daughters of traitors living in their home. It could have been the Goyles or the Carrows, as they had both been eager to prove their loyalty to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort was busy slaughtering snatchers and Order members left and right, fearful of information leaking, scared that he was losing a war. Even with the influx of vampires, the Order prepared thoroughly and reclaimed parts of England. The hunt for the mole subsided after Draco had slowed his efforts once the locket was destroyed, with Voldemort believing that he had killed the traitor in his rampage of finding them.
Draco's attention turned towards Theodore, who had just entered the Death Chamber. He knelt in front of both of them, his head low, just in front of the stone dais.
The stone dais had always confused Draco. At some points he'd stand by it and feel unease, hearing whispers that caused him to have a chill up his spine. At other times, he felt calmed by it, almost as if he could hear gentle hums from people he's known.
"My Lord, we have moved several hundred Dementors to the Ministry as a defense at your request," Theodore said, seemingly slightly shaken.
"I want the Ministry to be a fortress. After Azkaban and Hogwarts, this is our last line of defense. I need more Dementors."
Theodore cleared his throat nervously. "My Lord, I understand, however, gathering more Dementors would be a highly dangerous task, even with fifty men of my skill."
Draco wished Theodore wouldn't have said anything, but he did. And he suffered for it. He watched as Voldemort angrily lashed out, cursing his friend for not giving every bit of himself to the cause. He even had Draco hold him still when he was writhing too much so he would be easier to hex. Afterwards, Theodore limped alongside Draco, as they walked to his office.
"Merlin, I'm so ready to kill that fucker," Theodore said as he plopped down on the leather couch, holding his head in pain.
"Soon, Teddy. You'll have your day," Draco replied as he removed his mask and sat down at his desk. "When can we leave for warmer weather and leave the dreaded cold to get those damn lethifolds?"
"Eager to take Hermione on an island getaway, I'm presuming?" Theodore teased.
Draco rolled his eyes, leaning back into his chair and kicking his feet up. Theodore Nott, his best friend, other than Astoria of course, always challenged him in the best and worst ways. "Eager for you to stop being annoying. Didn't the Dark Lord torture you enough? Now you want me in the mix?"
Theodore laughed heartily, holding his ribs in pain. "That otter teach me a lesson."
An audible groan came from Draco's throat while Theodore giggled himself into a fit. Draco had tried to avoid talks of his Patronus, making sure to sneak out of the house before Astoria was up. He had hoped that Theodore wouldn't have mentioned anything, but that was wistful thinking.
"Shut the fuck up, will you?" Draco begged.
"My boy is finally in love, thought I'd never see the day. With Hermione Granger, no less."
"I'm not in love, Theodore. Please, can you just drop it?"
Theodore held up his hands in defense. "I think we're all smart enough to know that's not true. You're crazy about her."
"Why does that even matter?" Draco snapped, his hand covering his eyes, as if his head hurt from being as tortured as Theodore.
"It matters because it could change things, couldn't it? We'd have to reevaluate your deal with the Order. See if we can strike up some new stipulations," Theodore shrugged.
"Nothing is changing, Teddy. You're going to be fine," Draco assured.
"I'm not worried about me, Draco. I'm worried about you."
"Drop it, Theodore," he demanded. "There are more pressing matters we have to take care of."
"Right," he nodded, but in an unsure way that made Draco feel tense. "We can leave in a few days, just need to make a few preparations before we go."
"Thank you, Teddy," Draco replied genuinely, trying to ease the tension. "For helping Astoria."
"Don't thank me, I'd do anything for her and Daph," Theodore insisted.
Draco sighed, "I would too."