"I got it!"
Hermione flicked her wand toward the parchment and quill sitting on the writing table across the room. The items flew to her open hand immediately.
"You don't have to use magic for everything now, Granger"
Hermione paid Draco no mind as she summoned the ink. She placed the items in front of them on the coffee table where their cups of tea sat empty.
The evening before as they slowly made their way through dinner, Hermione and Draco attempted to lay everything on the table. Whether it was the new understandings between them, or her wand she now twirled in her hand, Hermione felt more in control over her fate than ever before.
"I feel like you have been lying to me this entire time." Draco admitted, frustrated.
"Well, I knew you had been."
"I never lied to you, I just-"
"Had secrets." Hermione agreed.
It was the other part of the situation that kept Hermione hidden in the woods all that time. The fact that if Draco did care for her, and it wasn't all in her head or an act to trick her, that if this was all real and true, she would be able to hurt him too.
"…was it all to make me a fool?"
"No! Knowing things… it hasn't changed- I don't feel any differently about us. I only... I just NEED to know things."
Draco laughed through his nose, "I know. I don't know how I convinced myself you were content just staying up here." He traced the back of her hand that sat on the table gently with his finger. "I need to know what all you found out, though."
Hermione recollected the attacks and raids. "I noted it to pass onto the Order when the time comes in hopes they could use it to stop them."
Hermione pulled her hand back and started turning her wand again between her hands. "There were other things I happened upon as well. I found out about Blaise and Theo, but you know all about that now. And well…" she broke off.
"Astoria." Draco concluded.
Hermione nodded. "I tried to avoid seeing you as much as possible, especially when she was around. I did a fair job at it until one day I saw you kiss her right in front of everyone."
He ran his hand over his face. "I hadn't kissed her since my birthday until that day. Everyone was staring and I used to fawn over her all the time until-" He grabbed her hand. "I couldn't stand her being that last person I had kissed. I got back early but you were already asleep. I knew I was being punished."
"I wasn't trying to punish you, Draco. It's just… How could I say anything?" Hermione felt exasperated and uneasy as the memory of Astoria snuggling up to and kissing Draco started to taunt her. "There was no way for me to be mad at you. What right did I have to be upset anyhow? If anything, she should have been the one hating me. She's the one you were promised to. I was only here to get in the way."
"THAT is ridiculous. How could you possibly think that?"
"Maybe all your wedding planning and afternoon teas together?"
Draco rubbed the back of his neck, "I keep forgetting you saw all of that shit. It meant nothing, Granger. It was just an expectation. An act. This though. Who we are when no one is around, when no one is looking. This is where I chose to be."
"Would you have gone through with it?" She asked before she had the mind to stop herself.
"Yes."Hermione's lips parted as her jaw hung as she took in his answer. "If I wasn't given a choice. But I was. And I've chosen."
He squeezed her hand to punctuate his words and Hermione smiled, finding she truly believed him.
"'I can smell her on you'," He mocked her statement from the night of their row, taking a sip of wine.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I could."
The fog was gone, and they moved onto dessert addressing the darker events that happened in the manor. The first time Hermione saw Draco use the killing curse, and how she was the one to disarm Dolohov when he was taking his punishment of Theo too far. There were also several details about other members that he had no idea of.
They retired to sit by the fire in the evening and began concocting a plan to leverage the potential defects to turn Voldemort's army against him. Hermione used her wand for any tedious task: refilling Draco's whiskey, getting more parchment, summoning a blanket, putting more wood on the fire. By the time they had organized their prospects into a hierarchy, she could hardly keep her eyes open. Draco dragged her to bed, stripping them into only their undergarments before finally forfeiting to sleep.
That was how they got to where they are now, reviewing their efforts for the day. Hermione was already working when Draco woke, papers scattered in random patterns on the table. Draco only managed to get her to stop long enough to eat half a pastry with her morning tea.
"Oh! I'd nearly forgotten," Hermione waved her want towards the study door and a stack of folded parchment landed in her hand. She sat on her knees between the couch and the coffee table and opened the map of the manor she had developed over the months.
Draco leaned over her shoulder from where he sat on the couch, scooting forward slightly with one knee on either side or her. He pulled her hair to one side to rest his chin on her shoulder while he surveyed the document, and Hermione's heart fluttered with how much more wonderful this was than working on her own.
"Blood hell, Granger…" He muttered as he marveled at her work.
"It took me months to get all the corridors and rooms correctly scaled," she started to explain. "I was able to do all the charm work this morning to connect all the different parchments and then to-"
"There's Goyle!" He cut her off, looking at the corridor outside the drawing room where his friend's footprints were labeled next to Marcus Flint. "How did you make this?"
"We had a similar map of Hogwarts. I didn't make that one, but I spent years studying the charm work behind it. It's foolproof. Anyone who is on the grounds, in any form, will show up in their current position on the map."
"For Salazar's sake!" Draco grabbed her chin with a large hand and tilted it up to meet his gaze, where he looked down at her incredulously. "You lot had an invisibility cloak, unlimited complex potions, AND an enchanted map of the castle that showed everyone's whereabouts?"
"In all fairness, I had to brew the potions myself." She batted her eyelashes playfully and was rewarded with a firm press of his lips against hers.
"Anything else?" He said turning his attention back to the map, following along all the different areas and noting the people that occupied them.
Hermione turned slightly, just enough to look and trace a finger across the scars on his chest. "In sixth year, Harry happened upon one of Snape's old potion's textbooks that had notes and spells written in the margins. It's what helped him get through potions so easily that year. It's also where he got the spell that gave you this."
"I fucking knew it." Exclaimed Draco without cruelty. "Potter didn't even get an Outstanding in potions like the rest of us did! Yet he somehow became a bloody prodigy potion's master once Slughorn took over the course."
"I told him it was practically cheating." She laughed and turned back around.
"How exactly did you let him get away with that? He got better marks than you."
"ONLY because of the book!" Hermione shot back, her old irritation on the topic reappearing.
"My little swot must have had quite the internal conflict. Letting the chosen one come in first in a class only to find out he was a cheat." He goaded her, and her cheeks reddened.
It was quite annoying, and she tried several times to convince Harry to turn the book over. But at least in the long run, she got to use the notes on potions brewing for herself.
"We could share this with the others," Draco offered, referring back to the map. "But I think that it is best we keep the cloak between us like we agreed. Where are they anyhow…"
Hermione wanted to keep her spying with the cloak between the two of them, and he had readily complied with her wish. The others were vulnerable enough just by being aware of her presence.
Draco clicked his tongue. "What are they doing in the alcove by the cellar?" He pointed to Theo and Blaise footprints where they appeared on the map.
"Just getting some privacy," Hermione stated, putting the page to the side to focus on other areas.
"In an alcove?"
"Well, they can't speak freely in the middle of the drawing room."
"Their footprints are nearly on top of each other, I highly doubt they are speaking," Draco flipped to another piece of the map, already getting the hang of the document. "See, look at us for reference."
"Uh-huh, and we are just speaking as well."
Draco hummed against her shoulder before tightening his grip to lift her as he laid back on the couch.
He loosened his hold so she could turn easily, giggling through her curls as they curtained her face. Draco reached up, pushing one hand through her hair and bringing their lips together. The other went to the small of her back, urging her to lower onto him even more. She had thrown on a jumper once she got out of bed this morning, but Draco was still in nothing but the pants he slept in.
Enough of their morning had been dedicated to the war anyways.
Hermione kissed along his jaw and down his neck. He tended to always nip at her skin, so she gently pulled the sensitive skin of his chest between her teeth and found he enjoyed it quite as well himself.
Her hair curled around his fingers while his large palm cradled her head and neck, holding her to him. The other was free to roam the parts of her body that were usually pressed against the mattress, starting at her shoulders and greedily making its way to grope her backside and pull her impossible closer.
A familiar bell sound went off and Hermione looked at her wand at the table as the tip lit up in alarm.
"Fuck. It's time for you to get ready," She whined, as they had only just begun. Why did they waste such a perfectly good morning?
Her words only made him hold her tighter, bucking his hips up and causing her to moan in his mouth. He had just started pulling her jumper off her head when her wand went off again.
"Ignore it. I can be late."
"You can't. It's more important than ever that you keep up appearances." Hermione had to pry herself out of Draco's arms until she finally stood out of his reach.
"You go shower. I'll finish this up before we have to leave." She laced her fingers together in front of her and crossed one ankle over the other, trying to look nonchalant but very aware she wore nothing but jumper and knickers. The alarm on her wand went off again and Draco growled as he jumped up and headed to the bathroom.
"I already regret giving you that bloody thing!" He yelled over his shoulder.
Hermione turned off the alarm and with a quick swish, all the parchments went into their respective piles. The sound from the water hitting the tiles echoed through the open door into the bedroom. Feeling emboldened she followed the sound into the bathroom until she was standing only a few feet from the shower.
Draco finished rinsing the soap from his hair and opened his eyes, only taking a moment to notice she had entered the room. He said nothing, and she pulled the sleeves of the jumper over her hands before crossing them across her middle.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Running a hand through his hair to move it off his face, Draco turned to face her fully, the water still cascading over him. He stood there, unashamed, and fully erect, with a brow raised in challenge. Daring her to make the next move.
Hermione got rid of her knickers first, bending slightly to unshackle them from her legs. Standing straight from her bent position, she grabbed the bottom of her jumper and kept lifting her arms until she pulled it off completely and tossed the garment on the floors with the others.
His lips were slightly separated as he looked at her, the weight of his stare as intimidating as it was disarming. Hermione watched as his throat bobbed, and then he was holding out his hand for her to take. It was only a few feet, yet several miles, before Hermione closed the distance and took Draco's hand so he could pull her under the water. His body felt different, soaked and dripping with water, but she would recognize the shape of him anywhere.
Hermione tilted her head back, allowing the water to drench her hair away from her face and she felt Draco's hands as they moved down her body, and he started to kiss the sensitive spot below her ear.
"I knew you'd accept my invitation eventually." He muttered.
He made his way up to her lips, drinking the water off her skin on his way, and she wrapped her arms around his waist to hold him closer. His arousal was pressed up against her stomach, demanding her attention, and she obliged by taking him in her hand.
"Expecting me?" She tried to tease but her voice shook lightly. If Draco noticed, he made no indication.
Draco flung an arm out on the shower wall to brace himself, nearly losing his balance as her hand started to stroke him. Learning and applying all the ways he preferred her to move. When he broke their lips apart to gasp for air, she allowed herself to feel grateful for being a fast learner.
"You're like nothing I'd ever expected," he eventually mumbled back, using his thumb from his hand surrounding her neck to tilt her chin up for him.
Her hand moved more freely on him, the water reducing the friction and allowing her to easily slip over his length. He attempted to slide his free hand between her legs in return, but she pushed it away. As much as she wanted to get carried away with him, she wasn't willing to do anything that would distract her.
He kept having to rip his mouth away to gasp for air, standing up straight and letting his head hang down to watch her stroke him. She started kissing and licking the water off his chest up to his neck where she nipped at his sensitive skin.
It was his undoing, and he was coming for her the next moment. He only took a few seconds to catch his breath before turning her around and pulling her flush against his chest and letting the water rinse him off her front before trying to slide a hand down her stomach again.
"No time," she breathed, letting herself fall back into him. He protested, but in the end, he conceded to spend the rest of the shower lathering her hair and body with soaps and oils until Hermione nearly forced them out.
"You are so late," Hermione said, finishing her braid and looking at the clock. She slid her wand in the band of her denims as Draco finished fastening the buttons on his death eater robes. He grabbed her cloak where it hung over the chair and walked over to where she stood in front of the hallway door.
"I told you, it's fine. Only recruits get in trouble for missing reporting times." He handed her the cloak as she tucked the parchment with the notes in her pocket.
"Right. So, this is just day one, we'll take it slow. I'll try to see if I can overhear anything the Carrows are hiding, and you just try to stay out of trouble."
"My specialty."
"Hm."
"It'll be fine, Granger. We already decided not to do anything crazy until we know how involved the others will want to be." He threw the cloak around her shoulders and her body instantly disappeared. When he finally reached to open the door to the hall, she adjusted the cloak to conceal her completely, and the pair headed off towards the first floor.
"We'd be pleased to have you back at the school, Daphne," Alecto Carrow spoke to the younger witch. "Between you and I, the students have only gotten more rebellious."
The two women were conversing in one of the smaller sitting rooms on the main floor. Alecto was nearly as revolting as Umbridge was, and Hermione had neglected to go near the women during her visits in the past.
"Has there been any changes on whether they'd be allowed home for the winter holidays?" Inquired Daphne.
"Ah! And give the resistance an opportunity to poison their heads with all their nonsense? No, no, no. The students are much better off at the school where the Dark Lord can watch over them." Carrow folded a piece of bread, dipping it straight into the communal dish of jam on the tray between them.
Daphne appeared unphased, apart from the rapid blinking in her eyes. If she was raised similarly to Draco, and Hermione was certain she had been, she was probably the most put off person in that room.
"Well, I am honored to provide my assistance to teach the residents at the castle the art of proper etiquette." She chimed.
"Pft. Etiquette. We need warriors, Greengrass. Fighters. Your sister nearly begged for you to be one of the ones brought in." She ran her tongue over her teeth before she squared her shoulders to look at Daphne, who finally showed her discomfort in the tightening of her jaw. "Don't tell me you're as dead from the neck up as she is?"
Daphne hesitated for a moment, her polite smile perfectly in place as if discussing floral arrangements.
"The Greengrass family is a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, Alecto. We do not beg."
Carrow grabbed her neck, appearing to choke, and Hermione looked over at Daphne again, now seeing she had her wand pointed at the other witch from beneath the table.
"As for my sister, she is much, much nicer than I am." The younger witch gave a cruel laugh that set goosebumps shooting down Hermione's back. "So much that we were hardly surprised when she was the first family member in history not to be sorted into Slytherin. And into Hufflepuff of all houses! Merlin and Morgana…"
Carrow was struggling to stay sitting up right, but Daphne seemed to be empowered by her demise rather than intimidated by it.
"I, however, would be content with watching the last bit of life drain from your eyes. Right where you sit. Right there. With a spread of jam on your chin and crumbs coating your fingers." Her voice was airy, borderline whimsical as Luna's had always been.
Daphne grabbed a spoon to stir honey into her tea, and Alecto started to double over, now using the table to stabilize herself.
"Fortunately for you, Alecto, my sister and I were taught the art of proper etiquette." She took a small sip as Carrow's face transformed into an unnatural color, and spit started to drool down her chin.
"Finite."
Carrow heaved, rubbing her neck and coughing as Daphne's hex was lifted not a moment before it would have killed her. She was still gulping for breath as she took a pressed linen off the table and used it to wipe the sweat and spit off her face.
"You'll die for that, you little bitch! Just wait until the Dark-"
"Obliviate."
Her cast was so lazy. Effortless. But the effects on the older witch were instant as she started to heavily blink her eyes.
Alecto cleared her throat, grabbing her cup to down the rest of her tea before attempting to speak.
"We'd be pleased to have you back at the school, Daphne." Her voice miraculously only slightly raspier than before. "Between you and I, the students have only gotten more rebellious."
Daphne hummed politely. "The Dark Lord honors me. How else can we keep the student's from falling for the deception of the Resistance?"
Alecto Carrow nodded. "Precisely."
Hermione made her way to the drawing room after Alecto had to hastily wrap up her conversation, not knowing how time had gotten away from her.
Draco was speaking with some younger members. One of them, an old Durmstrang student that Anthony had mentioned to her, who was looking to defect. The conversation was carrying on fine, the room clearing out except for the three of them as the other members disbursed. Draco was asking how their latest mission went and Anthony did an exceptional job at explaining how their lack of progress was due to the resistance fleeing early, and not that they purposely threw the mission. The Durmstrang fellow jabbed at Anthony, and Hermione was surprised at Draco when he threw his head back to genuinely laugh.
Anthony, however, lost all sense of humor in an instant. He started to do a quick look around the room before apparently catching himself, and only slightly fixing his face to mask his rage.
"It was a bold move you made, ending your engagement." Anthony said out of nowhere. "Anything bring that on?"
"Excuse you?" Draco corrected him.
"Well, it's just Cyrus keeps insisting you are only waiting for the Dark Lord to give his benedictions. He was talking just this morning about how they plan to renovate the gardens when the time comes." Anthony did his best to sound friendly.
It worked enough, Draco eased and rolled his eyes. "Cyrus's lost the plot. I wouldn't be surprised if he attempted to court me himself."
Draco and the former Durmstrang student laughed, but Anthony could only manage a small huff through his nose.
"So, you're still off her, then?"
"Why, you looking to make a move, Goldstein?" Draco laughed. "I don't think you are equipped with the proper vault for that, sorry mate."
"Nah, the Greengrass girls are great- way out of my league in fact. Just curious where those are from if that's the case?" Anthony said each word with a jab, and Hermione's eyes followed where he was pointing to the love bites she'd left on his neck.
"How- the fuck – is that any of your business?" Draco spat.
"Didn't say it was. I just think it's curious. Turning up with love bites where you are notoriously without a partner. Especially when the Dark Lord forbids fornication between members."
"Are you the authority on slags, Goldstein? I may need to have a talk with Lestrange if those are the sort of priorities he is setting under his direction." Draco stood taller, using every inch of height he had to stare down at Anthony.
The Durmstrang fellow waved at someone outside the room and took his chance to nearly run away and join the others on their way out of the manor.
Anthony dared to take a step forward before goading him under his breath with his next words. "You haven't been on a mission for days, have you Malfoy? Unless of course you and your father are disobeying the Dark Lord to smuggle slags onto the ground?"
For fuck's sake. Not this again.
Draco had Anthony pinned to the stone wall. Anthony was able to connect with his jaw one more time before Draco hit him in the gut hard enough for him to double over on the ground.
Draco stood, nearly ready to wail on him again when Hermione wordlessly casted a weak stinging jinx at him. He spun around, furious, and ready to attack the person to hit him, before realizing it was her. He took a few deep breaths before crouching down and whispering in an attempt for only Anthony to hear him.
"Clean the blood off my floor. If I find out you tried to have an elf help you, I will execute you myself." Hissed Draco.
"What is the meaning of this?" Lucius' voice sounded from the doors.
Draco smiled at him. "Sometimes, lessons must be taught the hard way, Father."
Lucius looked at Anthony, still heaving from the blow, and back to his son approvingly. "I need to meet with you in my study. Now."
Draco exited the room without another glance, and Anthony pushed himself on his feet.
"When you finish with the floor, return to the castle. The Dark Lord expects to see your unit there before dinner."
Anthony nodded and did a quick swipe of his mouth to wipe the blood away. He casted a quick scourgify and walked out of the manor without looking back.
Hermione did a quick sweep of the bottom floor, waiting for Malfoy to exit the study but ended up retreating to their suite early when it was clear he wouldn't be done anytime soon. Lucius liked to send him on impromptu outings, and Hermione considered whether she would be allowed to ask where he went, or if he would just bring it up if it were important.
Hermione wrote out her findings to go over with Draco, creating a duplicate to pass along to the Order the next time Anthony was at the manor. She probably should have told Anthony about the nature of her relationship with Draco, but how could she when up until now she was so unsure of it herself?
Warm fingers trailed down her arm, creating goosebumps that were met with warm lips. The cool air rushed against her neck as her hair was pushed to the side and more kisses made their way up her body.
She became more conscious of his presence, pressed against her back and turned to face him, his hair wet from the shower she must have slept through.
"Goldstein's a dead man," he said the moment she opened her eyes.
Hermione clicked her tongue at him and brushed two fingers over the love bite still visible on his neck. "Why didn't you glamour these?"
"Why should I?" He said before kissing her.
"Avoiding having a spat in the middle of the drawing room for starters." Hermione suggested sarcastically as Draco moved the blankets and sheets so that neither item was between them.
"Goldstein is a git. I let him get off easy considering he suggested my girlfriend is a slag." He looked at her with complete sincerity and Hermione wrapped her arms around him to kiss again before the moment got too serious.
"Goldstein can be a prat at times but he's not nearly as bad as the others I've seen. Besides, I believe you are the one who introduced that term," she mumbled, kissing down his neck. The skin on his back was soft and warm and heated more as he pushed her legs apart to settle one of his own between them.
"Is that how you think of me, then?" Hermione meant it as a joke, but Draco's hand grabbed her face, lifting her chin to meet her eyes.
"No," he said, shaking his head. "You are the most precious thing I have ever had."
A voice in the back of her mind wanted to protest. To say she was not a thing, nor was she something to be had. But He was right. He had her. He really did.
It had become so familiar. Yet so exhilarating. Safe yet nameless. Hermione didn't hesitate to lift her hips as Draco pulled on her shorts, yet felt her heart beat nearly out of her chest as she sat up to pull off her shirt. And like he could hear the drum inside her, Draco traced his hand down her neck to rest on her chest, the weight of his touch soothing the ache beneath it.
He ran his thumb over one of her nipples, watching the tip harden below lowering to replace his fingers with his mouth. His hand trailed down, already finding her wet and warm for him. His thumb traced the patterns that drove her crazy and he kissed her chest, neck, and mouth as she whimpered beside him.
"You are so lovely when you come for me, Hermione," he spoke against her ear as she clasped her legs together around his hand.
He was bringing her to the edge in less and less time every chance they got together. She felt herself starting to lose focus, but even with her pleasure rapidly approaching she was overwhelmed with the feeling that it wasn't enough.
"Come here," she whispered, running her hand through his hair and pulling him towards her.
He lowered himself between her legs, careful as always to not put too much of his weight on her, and Hermione could feel him hard through the last bit of fabric. He kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue holding her firmly.
"Tell me what you want."
"Take this off," she breathed into his mouth, sliding her hands into the band of his shorts.
Draco reached between them to push them down as far as he could, and Hermione used her toes to push it down the rest of the way until he was finally free of the material. She grabbed his hips to pull him back down when he neglected to close the inches between them, and his breath caught beautifully when the tip of him pressed against her sex for the first time.
He kissed her slowly as they started to push and pull against each other, the movement allowing him to slide against her clit that was more sensitive than ever in the past. They gasped at the same time, Hermione recovering first to start kissing him again enthusiastically, her hips lifting to mimic the cadence of her tongue.
Draco kept breaking their kiss, taking a deep breath as if he was about to say something but relenting to simply kiss her again. He placed a hand on her hip, holding her in place firmly as he slid gloriously against her, now coated in her arousal.
So eager, yet sure, she slid her hand down from his lower back onto his hip, stilling him. The other cradled his face, kissing him firmly before pulling back slightly to meet his eyes.
He lifted his head slightly resting on his forearms to look back down at her. The room was pitch black save for the light from the night sky that was just enough to illuminate the side of Draco's face the way she liked.
"You're shaking." She whispered.
Hermione could see him nod, ever so slightly. His fringe falling in front of his eyes from where he looked down at her.
"Do you want me to…?"
"Yeah-yes! I… Do you?" Hermione's voice was trembling.
Draco smiled down at her. So sweet and full of admiration, and eyes locked with hers. "Yeah."
He brushed his nose along hers, not kissing her again but close enough to taste her exhales. She pushed his hip slightly, not to force him farther away but to enough so that the tip of him was pressed against her entrance.
Once she felt him in place, she slid her hand up his back, her knees falling open to the side as Draco took a firmer grip on her hip. Their bare chests brushed each other as they rapidly rose and fell, and Hermione saw Draco's throat bob as she waited for him to move.
"Are you sure?" He rasped finally."That you want it to be me?"
Hermione tilted her chin, granting her the last small amount of space to bring their lips together again. "I want you more than anything."
His mouth crashed on hers, hard enough so that she was pressed further into the pillow beneath her head. The next moment, he was pushing into her, and her grip in his hair tightened in sync with his on her hip.
The pain between her legs was almost enough to overpower her ability to hear the groan that escaped Draco's lips, but she felt the rumble of it from his chest against hers. Felt the breath on her cheek even as the sound that accompanied it got lost in the air, tangled with her own as she cried out for him.
She looked up at him as she took in her first breath, and his eyes were closed. Not squeezed but peacefully shut. His lips were parted slightly, and cheeks were flushed, and if nirvana had a face, it would be Draco's the first time they came together.
Hermione could look at him forever, but the pressure between her legs was demanding their attention in a way only Draco could rectify.
"Move," she moaned.
"Hm?"
"More, Draco."
That plea was met with a groan and he slowly started moving inside of her. Sliding deeper within her with each thrust and filling her in a way she would have thought impossible. Her whimpers were a mixture of pleasure and pain, and the more Draco moved, accustoming her to his size and perfecting his rhythm, the latter started fading away.
"Open your eyes" His voice was commanding yet calming and Hermione bid as he asked.
Anything he asked.
He cupped her face with his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Move with me."
Hermione nodded her head, holding his stare until he bent down to kiss her again. She tilted her hips slightly and took several heavy blinks as she fought to keep her eyelids from locking shut against the sting. He kissed down her cheek, his grunts and moans pressed against her ear and she started to get lost in them. "Stay with me," she heard him whisper beautifully through his pants.
"That's it," he encouraged her as she rocked her hips in time with his. She braced her legs tightly against his sides, the pressure between them starting to feel familiar and brand new all at once.
"Stay with me," He repeated against her lips, and the faster he moved the more words started to slip from them between each kiss.
"Don't stop-"
"Just-stay-"
"More-"
"Fuck-"
"Stay."
Hermione threw her head back with a moan and Draco started to kiss down her neck. It only took a moment before he had her nipple in his mouth, and she cried out again. He slid a hand between them, and expert fingers started circling her with the same pace as his thrusting and Hermione felt the coil in her core start to tighten.
He licked across her chest to give her other breast attention and Hermione was eagerly moving her hips up against his in perfect rhythm. Her body lit up everywhere that Draco touched. It was just too much, and she would never get enough.
The pleasure pulsed through her like never before when she finally peaked, and Draco must have felt her convulse around him as his pace became fevered and urgent and he was gripping her ass to pull her up as he thrusted into her.
Suddenly he stilled, the entirety of his length inside her and she brought her mouth to his to drink his moans as they poured out of him.
He collapsed on top of her, keeping their mouths together but hardly moving his lips against hers as they fought for air and consciousness. Running his hand along her thigh to her bum and back like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
Hermione kissed his shoulder, enjoying the feel of the sweat on their bodies and the heat of his skin. For once she had nothing to say. Not feeling the need to say anything. She needed nothing other than Draco with her, and here she was with him all to herself.
Need.
There was something about that idea that made her weary of it not too long ago. It felt far away now. So very far, and she had to desire to chase it down.
No.
Hermione was content to stay right where she was.