CW: Explicit content
This chapter is just smut. Tasteful and vulnerable, but non-the-less smut. If you don't want to read that, stop reading from when it says "The kiss started softly, but it quickly deepened, filled with the desire they had both been holding back." Jump to the end chapter notes for a quick recap of what you will miss. It will not be anything necessary for the plot development.
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Draco returned in the evening as promised, stepping through the Floo into Granger's warm, cosy flat, carrying a small box tied with green ribbon. Inside, the house-elves had packed an assortment of sweets for Rose, and though Draco hadn't been entirely sure it was necessary, he found himself wanting to bring something—something for her.
The evening felt different somehow, more intimate. He had spent time with Hermione and Rose many times now, but after the tension from the past days and everything that remained unspoken between them, the weight of it hung in the air as he stood there. Hermione greeted him with a soft smile, her eyes flicking toward the box in his hand.
"What's that?" she asked, the warmth in her voice pulling Draco from his thoughts.
"Sweets," Draco replied, holding out the box. "From the elves. They've grown fond of packing these things for me… or rather for Rose."
Hermione's smile widened, her eyes softening. "She'll love them."
After dinner—spaghetti bolognese, simple but delicious—they sat around the table, Rose chatting happily as she devoured her dessert. Draco watched the way she lit up as she tore into the box of sweets, the joy on her face something that always made his chest tighten in the best way. He found himself smiling more easily these days, especially around her. It was effortless.
As the evening drew on, the house grew quieter. Rose, who had been full of energy earlier, was beginning to rub her eyes, clearly tired from the excitement of the day. Hermione stood to help her to bed, but then, to Draco's surprise, Rose turned to him.
"Draco," she said, her voice soft and filled with innocence. "Will you tuck me in?"
Both Draco and Hermione froze, exchanging a look. Draco, completely caught off guard, didn't know what to say at first. He had never imagined that Rose would ask him for something so… intimate. Hermione stood there, a touch of surprise in her eyes, but then she smiled softly and gave a small nod, encouraging him.
"If you'd like to," Hermione said gently, her voice filled with warmth.
Draco swallowed, nodding before he stood. "Of course."
He followed Rose into her bedroom, the soft glow of the night-light casting the room in a comforting glow. Her bed was small and cosy, covered with a patchwork quilt, and as Rose climbed into bed, Draco felt a strange sense of peace settle over him. He gently tucked the duvet around her, smoothing the edges before reaching for her stuffed animal—a white snow owl—lying beside her pillow. He placed it into her waiting arms.
"Here you go," he said softly, his voice low and gentle.
Rose smiled sleepily, clutching the owl to her chest. Then, in a quiet voice that made Draco's heart clench, she whispered, "I love you, Draco."
For a moment, Draco's breath caught in his throat. He hadn't expected those words—not from her, and not with such innocence. But there they were, hanging in the air like a soft, unexpected melody. His heart swelled, and without hesitation, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"I love you too, Rose," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he straightened, smoothing the duvet once more before stepping back.
As he turned to leave the room, Draco froze, his eyes landing on Hermione, standing silently in the doorway. She had been watching the entire time, and there were tears glistening in her eyes, though she offered him a soft, trembling smile.
They didn't speak as they left Rose's room, walking side by side down the hallway until they reached the living room. The warmth from the fireplace filled the space, but it was the charged atmosphere between them that felt the most palpable. Hermione wiped a tear from her cheek, sitting down on the sofa, and Draco followed suit, his heart heavy but full.
"I never thought I'd see this," Hermione whispered, her voice breaking the silence. "You and Rose… I never imagined it could be like this."
Draco's heart ached at the emotion in her words. He knew this moment was coming, but now that it was here, the weight of it pressed down on him. He took a deep breath, searching for the right words.
"I never thought it either," Draco admitted quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "Not with everything I've… lost. But Rose—she's changed something in me. You have."
Hermione looked at him, her eyes still filled with unshed tears. "I was so lonely before… just trying to keep everything together for her. And then you came along, and it's like…" She paused, struggling to find the words. "It's like I wasn't alone anymore."
Draco reached for her hand, holding it gently between his. "I felt the same," he said softly. "Before this—before you and Rose—I didn't realise how empty my life had become. I didn't know how much I needed something—someone—to make it feel like it had meaning again."
They sat there in silence for a long moment, the weight of their emotions filling the space between them. But beneath the uncertainty, there was something else—a connection, a bond that had been quietly growing, rooted in more than just their shared experiences.
"But what about Rose?" Hermione whispered, her voice fragile. "I don't want to confuse her. I don't want to hurt her if… if this doesn't work. She's already had so much upheaval with Ron."
Draco nodded, understanding the fear in her words. "I know," he said quietly. "I don't want to hurt her either. But I love Rose, Hermione. I can't imagine my life without her now." He hesitated, his heart pounding as he continued. "And I can't imagine my life without you."
Hermione's breath caught at his words, and she looked at him with a mix of surprise and vulnerability. "Draco…"
He squeezed her hand gently, his voice steady. "I don't know where this will lead, but I do know that I want to be here. With you. With Rose. I'm not going anywhere."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears again, but this time, they were tears of something else—something like hope. She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as the weight of their unspoken fears slowly lifted, replaced by a quiet understanding.
Draco turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to Hermione's temple. She lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes wide, vulnerable, and filled with the same emotions that were racing through him. Something in that gaze broke through his usual restraint, and before he could stop himself, he reached out, cupping her face gently but firmly, and kissed her.
The kiss started softly, but it quickly deepened, filled with the desire they had both been holding back. Draco pulled Hermione closer, his fingers threading through her hair as he shifted, drawing her onto his lap. She moved willingly, her hands gripping his shoulders, their kiss growing more urgent, more heated.
Draco's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly as he shifted her weight, pulling her even closer against him. His body reacted instantly to the closeness, the warmth of her pressed against him, and he could feel the same need reflected in the way she responded to him. Hermione's fingers roamed over his back, pulling him in, and it sent a rush of heat through him.
His lips left hers, trailing along her jawline and down her neck, each kiss slow and deliberate. He could feel her pulse quicken under his lips, her soft gasp sending a thrill through him as he kissed the sensitive skin just below her ear. Hermione tilted her head back slightly, giving him more access, and Draco took it, his hands roving over her back, her waist, memorising every curve.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, steadying herself as his lips continued to explore her neck. Her breath hitched, her body pressing closer to his, and Draco couldn't hold back the surge of desire that rushed through him.
But even in the heat of the moment, a part of Draco's mind remained grounded. This wasn't just about desire—this was Granger, the woman who had brought light into his life again. The woman whose daughter he adored. The one he had come to care for more deeply than he had thought possible.
He slowed, his lips returning to hers, softer this time, more deliberate. The intensity simmered, but the connection remained just as strong, perhaps even stronger now. He pulled back slightly, his breath heavy as he looked into her eyes. The fire still burned between them, but there was something more—something unspoken that made this moment more than just passion.
"Hermione," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I—"
But before he could finish, Hermione leaned forward, pressing her lips to his again, silencing any words that might have come. The kiss was tender, but filled with the weight of everything they weren't quite ready to say yet.
Draco's hands slid gently down Hermione's back, his touch deliberate yet tender as he traced the soft fabric of her jumper. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her jumper. The warmth of her skin met his fingertips, and Hermione shifted slightly in response, her breath catching as his touch grew more confident. The kiss deepened, the unspoken understanding between them guiding every movement.
Draco pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. Hermione's lips were parted, her breathing a little uneven, but there was no hesitation in her gaze. They both knew where this was leading, and there was no need for words.
With a quiet, slow motion, Draco reached for the hem of her jumper, lifting it gently over her head. The material slipped off easily, revealing the bare skin of her shoulders. Hermione's body responded to him, her hands resting lightly on his chest as he took in the sight of her. She was beautiful, sitting before him in the dim light of the room, her curves highlighted by the flickering glow from the fireplace.
His fingers trailed down her arms, the touch slow and deliberate, as he leaned in to kiss the side of her neck. He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his lips, and the soft sound she made in response sent a wave of warmth through him. His hands moved lower, tracing the line of her waist before finding the button of her jeans.
Hermione shifted slightly, allowing him to unfasten the button, and she lifted herself off of him so he could slide the fabric down, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but her undergarments. Draco's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, the glow of the fire casting a soft light over her skin.
He reached for her again, guiding her gently back toward him as they sank into the couch together. Hermione responded immediately, her hands going to his hair, and when their lips met again, the kiss was filled with both urgency and tenderness. His hands roved over her body, memorising every curve, every inch of her skin.
As Draco's touch grew more confident, Hermione responded with the same intensity, her body pressing closer to his. As Hermione's hands found the hem of his jumper, a rush of anticipation coursed through Draco. The moment felt electric, charged with an energy that made his heart race. He lifted his arms instinctively, allowing her to pull the fabric off, and the cool air hit his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating between them.
He could feel Hermione's fingers glide over his chest, exploring the contours and planes of his body. Each touch sent shivers down his spine, igniting every nerve ending with an insatiable craving. Her eyes widened slightly, as if she was stunned by the sight of him, and he couldn't help but admire her appreciation. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and the way she caressed him made him feel alive in a way he hadn't thought possible.
With a playful grin, he leaned down, capturing her neck with gentle kisses. He could taste the saltiness of her skin, the warmth of her breath mingling with his. Each press of his lips was deliberate, marking his territory, claiming her in a way that felt both primal and tender. He felt her pulse quicken beneath his mouth, and it only fueled his desire further.
Draco's kisses trailed down to her collarbone, savouring the delicate curve of her body. He relished the way she sighed softly, the sound reverberating through him like a melody he never wanted to end. As his lips brushed against her skin, he revelled in the intoxicating mix of intimacy and longing. The warmth of her body seemed to draw him closer, urging him to explore further.
His mouth found the swell of her breasts, the soft fabric of her bra barely a barrier between them. He paused for a moment, looking up at her, wanting to see her reaction. The way her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing growing more uneven, ignited a fierce protectiveness within him. He wanted to take his time, to savour this moment, to memorise every expression that crossed her face.
Draco's lips pressed softly against the fabric, the warmth of her skin beneath drawing him in. He could feel the tension building, the way her body responded to his every touch, and it made him want to lose himself in her completely. He pulled back slightly, just enough to watch her face, to gauge her response.
"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He needed to know she was as invested in this moment as he was, that they were in this together.
Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his with a fierce intensity. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just… don't stop."
With that, he leaned in again, his mouth finding her skin as he continued to kiss the swell of her breasts, savouring the taste of her, the softness that made his heart pound with longing. Each kiss was a promise, a pledge that he would cherish her, that he would be here for her, no matter what the world outside threw their way.
His lips travelled down her body, over her stomach and down to her pelvis. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his tongue as he pressed kisses against her skin. With one swift motion, he removed her panties, exposing her to him completely.
The sight of her, spread out before him, left him breathless. He could feel his erection growing painful as he took in the sight of her flushed skin, her heaving chest, and her glistening arousal. Without hesitation, he kissed her inner thighs, causing her to shudder and moan.
With a gentle hand, he spread her folds and dragged a finger through her wetness. Hermione moaned, pressing herself closer to him. He couldn't resist the urge any longer, and he pressed one finger inside her, feeling her clench around him.
With each movement, he added another finger, feeling her become slicker and tighter around him. He groaned as he felt his cock straining against his trousers, begging for release. But he focused on her, on driving her towards her own pleasure.
As she started to pant and moan, he closed his mouth around her clit, sucking and kissing it as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. Her hips lifted off the couch, and he could feel her orgasm building within her.
With one final lick, she cried out his name and collapsed back onto the couch. He pressed soft kisses against her stomach, relishing in the aftermath of her pleasure. But the sight of her, spent and trembling, only made his own desire grow stronger. He knew he needed her, and he needed her now.
As Hermione basked in the aftermath of her powerful orgasm, Draco gently lifted himself off of her body and helped her to stand from the couch. Her legs were wobbly, but he held her steady as he cupped her face and kissed her lips, his own still swollen and damp with exertion. She would be able to taste herself on him, an intoxicating mix of sweat and desire.
He then grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up, causing her to instinctively wrap her legs around his middle. As they moved, her juices rubbed onto his trousers, leaving a trail of arousal behind them.
Breathless and desperate for more, Draco asked in a husky voice, "Where's your bedroom?"
"Across the hall from Rose's," Hermione panted, barely able to form words.
Draco wasted no time as he walked them down the hallway to her bedroom. With one swift kick, he pushed open the door and carefully led them inside. Hermione flicked her wrist and the door closed behind them, sealed shut by her wandless magic.
With a hunger that could not be contained any longer, Draco captured Hermione's lips in a passionate kiss before dropping her onto the softness of her bed. He knelt down between her legs, his hands eagerly removing her bra and revealing her heaving chest.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Hermione reached out and unbuttoned Draco's trousers, eagerly dragging them and his pants down his hips. His erection sprang free and she couldn't help but let out a whimper at the sight. Draco groaned as he felt the cool air hit his now exposed member, already hard and throbbing with need.
He quickly kicked off his shoes and trousers before settling back between her legs. Leaning in for a deep kiss, he ran his hands over her naked skin, committing every curve of her body to memory.
Hermione moaned against his lips, her hands grasping at his firm buttocks as she pulled him closer. He could feel his hardened length pressed against her thigh, and with a swift movement, she flipped them over so that she was straddling him.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise but he didn't protest as Hermione began slowly grinding against him. He couldn't help but revel in the feeling of her warmth enveloping him, their bodies radiating heat as they moved together.
Reaching up to cup her breasts in his hands, he teasingly rolled his thumbs over her nipples. She leaned down to capture one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking and nipping until he growled with pleasure.
"I want you Draco," Hermione moaned as she ground against his cock again. "I want to feel you inside me".
Draco's eyes darkened with desire as he flipped them back over, settling Hermione beneath him. He leaned down to capture her mouth once again, his hands roaming over her body and leaving trails of fire in their wake.
A moan escaped Hermione's lips as she reached down to grasp Draco's cock, guiding it towards her wet cunt. Anticipation and desire coursed through his body as he slowly inched his way through her slick folds, the warmth of his throbbing member enveloped by her sensitive walls sending shivers down his spine.
Their movements were fluid and sensual, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Draco's hands gripped at Hermione's hips, his grip tightening as he increased the pace, causing them both to gasp and groan with pleasure.
"You feel so good," Draco grunted into her mouth, his voice husky with desire as he traced the curve of her jaw with his fingertips, a hint of desperation mingling with the passion in his eyes.
"I have imagined this for so long," Draco murmured, his lips trailing a path below Hermione's ear, knowing how it elicited a shiver from her. "All alone at home in my bedroom…" He paused, emphasising the word 'bedroom' with a deliberate movement of his hips against hers, feeling her sharp intake of breath. "…the shower…" He continued with another purposeful thrust, his heart racing as he sensed her response building beneath him.
Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her as she lifted her hips to meet his every movement. They moved in perfect harmony, their bodies entwined in a passionate rhythm that drove them both wild with desire.
Their moans grew louder and more desperate as they neared their release, Hermione's back arching as Draco's skilled fingers found her swollen clit. "You ready to cum for me, love?" He growled in her ear before thrusting into her with wild abandon.
Her body clenched around him, a symphony of pleasure escaping her lips as she called out his name in a crescendo of ecstasy. The sensation of her core enveloping him, tightening around him pushed Draco over the edge, his release crashing through him like a tidal wave, filling her completely.
Breathless, Draco collapsed onto Hermione's chest, his hand still teasing her sensitive cunt as they caught their breaths and basked in the afterglow of their love-making. "Gods, you're amazing," he murmured, nuzzling into her neck. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.
Draco felt Hermione's eyelids grow heavy, and he could sense her yearning for rest. Gently, he adjusted their positions so that Hermione could lie comfortably beside him. He draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a protective embrace. "Sleep," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I'll stay here with you."
Hermione nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his embrace. Draco held her close, feeling the rise and fall of her breath against his chest. The serenity of the moment enveloped them, and the stresses of their lives seemed to melt away in the safety of each other's arms.
Draco closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax fully for the first time in what felt like ages. The warmth of Hermione's presence was soothing, a balm to the lingering uncertainties and fears that had plagued him. As they drifted into sleep together, Draco couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something beautiful—a new chapter in their lives where love and understanding could flourish, unburdened by the shadows of the past.
Hermione woke to the gentle rhythm of Draco's breathing, a soft, steady sound that filled the quiet room. For a moment, she remained still, nestled against him, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. The warmth of his body radiated through the sheets, grounding her in a way she hadn't known she needed. She dared to open her eyes, and the sight before her made her heart ache with an unfamiliar tenderness.
Draco Malfoy, of all people, looked utterly at peace. His sharp, aristocratic features—so often set in a mask of control and precision—were softened in sleep. The faint morning light painted his silvery-blond hair with a pale golden hue, the strands tousled in a way that was endearingly imperfect. Hermione's gaze lingered on his face, tracing the fine line of his jaw and the slight parting of his lips, his expression free of tension for once.
Her eyes drifted lower, and she marvelled at the expanse of his bare chest. His skin was pale but smooth, a surprising softness beneath her fingertips. The muscles of his chest and abdomen were defined yet not overly so, his build more lean than bulky, perfectly balanced. She had always known Draco carried himself with a quiet, almost effortless strength, but now she could see it, feel it, in a way that left her breathless.
Tentatively, her fingers moved, tracing a feather-light path over his chest, just above his heart. The steady thrum beneath her palm was a reminder of his humanity, his vulnerability—something she had glimpsed in fleeting moments but now felt in its full, unguarded truth. Her touch was barely there, but it was enough to feel the warmth of him, the quiet hum of life that connected them in this fragile, intimate moment.
Hermione's heart swelled as her thoughts wandered. This man—this complicated, infuriating, and deeply caring man—had somehow become someone she couldn't imagine her life without. Last night had been more than physical; it had been a meeting of souls, an unspoken promise that neither of them had dared voice aloud. And now, in the soft light of dawn, she felt the weight of that truth settle within her, not as a burden but as a gift.
Her thoughts drifted to her daughter, and the unexpected wave of emotion nearly overwhelmed her. She had seen it—the quiet affection in Draco's eyes when he spoke to her child, the way he bent down to her level, listened to her as though she were the most important person in the world. He hadn't just accepted her daughter; he had embraced her, protected her, and cared for her in a way that spoke of love far deeper than obligation.
The thought of him loving her daughter made her chest tighten with an unfamiliar joy. It wasn't just her he cared for; it was her family, her life, her everything. Hermione felt a lump rise in her throat, the enormity of it all crashing over her in a way that made her want to laugh and cry simultaneously. She wasn't sure she deserved this—this man, this love—but she knew she wanted it, desperately.
Draco stirred beside her, and Hermione quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks heating as though she'd been caught. But his arm tightened around her, pulling her closer in his sleep, and she couldn't help but smile. Carefully, she pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder, her lips lingering there for just a moment.
His eyes opened slowly, stormy grey and still hazy with sleep. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings, before his gaze landed on her. For a brief moment, his expression was unguarded, vulnerable in a way she wasn't used to seeing. The sight sent a shiver down her spine, her heart swelling with an inexplicable tenderness.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough and low, still thick with sleep. The sound of it wrapped around her, pulling her deeper into the moment. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, though his softened expression betrayed him. "Hadn't planned on spending the night."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, though her lips curved into a teasing smile. "Should I be offended by that?"
"Not at all," he replied smoothly, his hand shifting to rest lightly on her waist. "Just pleasantly surprised."
She tried to maintain her composure, but the warmth of his touch, so natural and unassuming, made her breath hitch. It was as though he had always been there, waking up beside her, filling her small bedroom with his quiet, steady presence. Her gaze wandered to the strong line of his jaw, the faint stubble there, the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing.
His hand on her waist stilled, his gaze growing serious. "Did you sleep well?" he asked quietly. The softness of his tone made her heart skip a beat. He wasn't just asking about her sleep. He was asking if she felt safe, if she regretted what they'd shared, if she wanted him here.
"I did," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I… I don't usually, but last night…" Her words trailed off, and she felt her cheeks warm. It was unnerving, how vulnerable she felt in this moment, with him.
Draco shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her more clearly. "Last night was different," he said, finishing her thought. His voice was steady, but there was something raw in his tone, something unspoken that made her chest tighten.
Hermione studied him for a moment, her fingers moving of their own accord to brush against his jaw. She felt the faint rasp of stubble beneath her fingertips, grounding her in the reality of this moment. "I didn't think you could be this sweet in the mornings," she teased, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of everything she wasn't saying.
Draco caught her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Don't get used to it," he said, though the faint smile on his lips betrayed him.
She laughed softly, the sound filling the quiet room. The tension between them eased, but as their gazes held, the laughter faded, replaced by something heavier, something neither of them dared to name. The intimacy of waking up in her bed, in her space, made it all feel more real, more significant.
"I'm glad you stayed," she admitted, surprising herself with the confession.
Draco's expression softened, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. "So am I," he murmured, his voice carrying a quiet conviction.
Her eyes fluttered closed as his kisses moved down the side of her face, slow and deliberate, each one leaving a trail of heat in its wake. When his lips finally captured hers, the kiss was searing, full of hunger and intent.
Hermione gasped softly against his mouth as Draco moved above her, the sheet slipping further down to reveal the full expanse of his bare body. Her eyes opened, drinking in the sight of him—his lean, toned frame, the sharp lines of his shoulders, the pale expanse of his chest marred only by a faint smattering of freckles she hadn't noticed before. He was beautiful, undeniably so, and it was a beauty that took her breath away.
Her hands moved instinctively, eager to touch and explore every inch of him. The smoothness of his skin, the firmness of his muscles beneath her fingertips, felt like a revelation. As her hands roamed, Draco's lips travelled to her neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses that made her toes curl. When he reached her collarbone, he sucked lightly, his teeth grazing her skin as he marked her. The sensation sent a thrill through her, pooling heat between her thighs.
Hermione moaned softly, the sound escaping her before she could stop it. She felt his hard length pressing insistently against her thigh, and her body arched into him instinctively. The need within her was insistent, desperate. A low growl rumbled from Draco's throat, a sound that sent a delicious thrill straight to her core.
One of his hands trailed down her body, squeezing her arse before slipping between her legs. She was already slick with arousal, and when his fingers slid through her folds, she gasped, her head falling back against the pillow. His fingers moved with practised ease, finding her entrance and dipping inside her.
"Fuck, you're already so wet for me," Draco murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Hermione's only response was a whimper as his fingers set a steady rhythm. She ground against his hand, seeking more, needing more. When his thumb found her clit, circling it with deliberate pressure, her body tightened, the pleasure building rapidly.
It didn't take long before she shattered, clenching around his fingers as her orgasm tore through her. Her moans filled the room, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body quivered with the aftershocks.
Draco purred approvingly in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I love the sounds you make when you come."
Before she could catch her breath, he shifted, positioning himself between her legs. He guided his cock to her entrance, his eyes locking with hers as he slowly pushed inside. Hermione gasped, her hands flying to his back, holding him close as she adjusted to his impressive size. He moved gently at first, his thrusts slow and measured, allowing her to get used to the feel of him.
When she began to move with him, meeting his thrusts, Draco groaned, his head falling to her neck. "Sweet Salazar, Granger. You feel so good."
Hermione moaned in response, threading her fingers through his silvery hair and tugging lightly. He took hold of her leg, hooking it over his hip to open her further, his thrusts deepening. The angle was almost too much, the sensation overwhelming, but she couldn't get enough of him.
"Draco," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I'm going to come again…"
"Hmmm, good girl," he murmured, licking his thumb before moving it to her clit. "Come for me."
The combination of his thrusts and the circles he traced over her clit sent her spiralling into another climax. Her body trembled beneath him, her cries muffled as he captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Draco followed moments later, his hips snapping against hers as he groaned her name, his release spilling into her.
When it was over, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of them breathing heavily. As he pulled out of her, he turned onto his side, resting a hand on her cheek. Hermione looked up at him, her heart swelling at the tenderness in his expression.
"I could get used to this," she said with a small smile, her voice still breathless.
Draco chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her. "You won't hear me complaining."
They shared lazy kisses, the intimacy of the moment cocooning them in warmth. But the peace was soon interrupted by a small voice calling from the hall.
"Mummy! I'm ready for breakfast!" Rose's cheerful tone rang through the flat.
Hermione groaned, covering her face with her hands. Draco smirked, his amusement evident as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Duty calls," he teased.
Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the grin spreading across her face. "I'll make the tea," she said, already untangling herself from the sheets.
Draco's hand caught hers, tugging her back down for one last kiss. "And I'll make sure you're not too far away."
Recap: In this chapter Draco comes over for dinner as promised. He brings sweets for Rose. They all have a very nice dinner, and when it comes to Rose's bed time, she asks for Draco. He tucks her in, and Rose tells him she loves him, Draco tells her he loves her as well. Hermione sees it all.
In the living room Draco and Hermione have a serious talk. They both want the other in their lives, Hermione is concerned though, what will happen if they don't last. Draco promises to never not be there for Rose. They start making out on the couch, Draco performs oral sex on Hermione there.
They have sex in her bedroom. He promises to stay as she drifts off to sleep.
In the following morning they wake up both happy with what has happened. They have morning sex. After they say they could get used to this, when they hear Rose call from the hallway asking for breakfast. They get ready to go out and meet the day.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter!