Hermione's bedroom was quiet except for the soft sound of their breathing. She lay curled against Draco's chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over the fabric of his shirt. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, as if she were something fragile - something precious, something he never wanted to let go of.
It felt safe, this closeness. Safe and exhilarating all at once.
"Are you comfortable?" His voice was soft, uncertain, as though he were still convincing himself this was real.
She nodded against him. "More than comfortable."
His fingers skimmed up and down her back in lazy, absentminded strokes. "Good." He let out a quiet breath, resting his chin atop her head. "I keep thinking I'll wake up in my own bed, and you won't be there. That this will have just been a dream."
Hermione pulled back just enough to look at him, her brown eyes warm, steady. "I'm real, Draco. And I'm not going anywhere."
Draco swallowed, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, his thumb grazing her skin with reverence. "I'm still relieved. That you want this. That you want me."
She caught his wrist and turned her head, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of it. "I do. And I want you to believe it."
He exhaled shakily. "I'm trying."
The silence that stretched between them was full - not empty, not uncertain, but thick with things left unsaid. Lingering touches, quiet understandings, the slow realization that neither of them wanted to rush this. Draco resumed stroking her back, his fingertips skimming where her top had ridden up, grazing bare skin. Hermione shivered at the touch, but she also leaned into it, encouraging him without words. Draco felt her press against him, felt the delicate shudder of her breath, and his eyes fluttered shut, wanting to etch every little detail into his mind.
"I never thought I'd have this again," he admitted.
She shifted, bringing a hand to his cheek, tracing the sharp angles of his face with soft, slow fingers. He opened his eyes again, meeting her gaze, and there was something unreadable there - something vulnerable, something real. She didn't need to say anything. Her touch said it all. You deserve this. You deserve me.
Draco swallowed hard before rolling them gently, shifting until she was beneath him. But he didn't press down, didn't cage her in. He just hovered, watching her, letting his fingertips trace the curve of her cheek, her jaw, her lips. And then, so tenderly, he kissed her.
Hermione melted against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, wanting more.
"Maybe we should…" she murmured against his lips, "…change? Into something more comfortable for the night?"
Draco smirked, sensing her nerves - knowing they mirrored his own. He felt just as unsure, just as overwhelmed by how much this mattered. But seeing Hermione, usually so composed, looking hesitant and new to this made his heart clench in the best way.
"That's a great idea," he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her lips before pulling back. He moved to sit at the edge of the bed, his fingers slowly working open the buttons of his shirt.
Hermione turned to her closet, rummaging through it before pulling out a pair of simple black pajama pants. "I suppose we could just charm these to fit you?" she mused, turning back -
And then she stopped breathing.
Draco had discarded his shirt, and the sight of him - lean muscle, faint scars, pale skin glowing in the dim light - made her mouth go dry.
"That sounds like a good plan," he said, smirking as he caught her staring. He leaned back on his hands, unabashed, watching her with amusement.
Hermione swallowed, gathering herself before she slowly - ever so slowly - crossed the room and placed the clothing item beside him. Her hands lifted of their own accord, coming to rest on his bare shoulders.
Draco's breath caught. Her touch was featherlight, reverent, and his skin burned beneath it.
"Is this okay?" she asked softly.
He nodded, unable to form words.
Hermione traced the sharp lines of his collarbones, then moved lower, letting her fingertips ghost over the faint scars scattered across his chest. Draco shuddered, warmth pooling low in his stomach, desire curling deep and slow in his veins. But he didn't push, didn't rush.
His hands slid to her waist, fingers flexing against the softness of her hips, and he let out a quiet, deep groan.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rougher now.
Hermione glanced up at him, eyes full of something unguarded. "What do you mean?" she asked, her fingers still mapping his skin.
"The effect you have on me. It's infuriating." He pulled her closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "You have no idea how beautiful you are. How sexy."
A shiver ran through Hermione, sharp and electric.
Draco dipped his head, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I want to show you," he whispered, voice thick with meaning. "Show you how hot you are. Show you what you deserve to have. What you deserve to feel."
Goosebumps rose on her skin, the air between them crackling with something heady and overwhelming. His fingers traced her waist, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the shape of her. There was no urgency, no rush - just Draco, looking at her like she was something precious, something breathtaking.
Hermione slid her hands into his hair, tugging him into a kiss. It started slow, exploring, savoring, but it deepened with every passing second, the heat between them building in soft, insistent waves. She pushed him back, following the movement until she had to straddle his lap, and Draco groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips like he couldn't help himself.
With a gentle shift, he turned them again, settling her beneath him, pressing them together, every line of their bodies aligned. His hands roamed her sides, aching with tenderness, with something deeper than desire.
"Can I show you?" he asked against her skin, his lips trailing along her jaw, nuzzling into the curve of her throat.
Hermione let out a quiet, shuddering sigh. A plea. A promise.
"Draco," she murmured, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Show me."
Draco let out a slow breath, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of Hermione's waist, feeling the heat of her skin beneath the fabric of her top. He wanted to savor every second, to map out every inch of her like a treasure he'd just discovered and could never part with.
Hermione watched him, her chest rising and falling with each uneven breath. She had never seen him like this - so open, so reverent. It made something deep in her ache, a longing that had nothing to do with simple desire and everything to do with him in particular.
His lips brushed against the corner of her mouth, slow and teasing, before trailing a line down her jaw, across the sensitive skin of her neck. Hermione's head tilted back on instinct, her fingers tangling in his hair as she urged him closer. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his mouth lingered over the hollow of her throat, pressing gentle, open-mouthed kisses against the delicate skin there.
Draco groaned against her pulse, his grip on her tightening for just a moment before he forced himself to slow down. He wanted to drown in her, to lose himself in the warmth of her body, but more than that - he wanted to worship her.
"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse, barely more than a breath.
Hermione shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. They were dark with need, with something unspoken but understood. "It's not," she whispered. "I want this. I want you."
Something in him snapped at her words, at the way she looked up at him with absolute trust, absolute certainty. He captured her lips again, this time deeper, more insistent. His hands skimmed beneath the hem of her top, fingers brushing against the bare skin of her stomach. Hermione gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
She arched against him, her body instinctively seeking more. He felt the way she responded to him, how she melted beneath his touch, and it unraveled his restraint thread by thread. His hands slid higher, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against her ribs, memorizing every delicate curve.
Hermione shivered, her own hands roaming across his bare back, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath her touch. The intimacy of it all - the slow exploration, the way they moved against each other like they were meant to fit - made her dizzy.
Draco pulled back just enough to search her face, his thumb brushing over her kiss-swollen lips. "You're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "You always have been, but right now… I don't think I'll ever be able to look at you and not want to touch you."
Hermione swallowed hard, her chest tightening at the raw honesty in his gaze. No one had ever looked at her like this before - as though she was something to be cherished, something worth losing himself in.
"Then don't stop," she whispered, her hands trailing down his chest, over the ridges of muscle, before slipping lower, testing, teasing.
Draco sucked in a sharp breath, his forehead dropping against hers. "You're going to be the death of me, Granger."
She smiled, a wicked little grin that sent a bolt of heat straight through him. "I hope not," she teased. "I quite like you like this."
Draco huffed a laugh before capturing her mouth again, this time with a desperate edge. He pressed her back against the pillows, letting his weight settle against her, the heat of his body seeping into every inch of hers. His hands found the hem of her top and slowly pushed it upwards. Hermione lifted herself just enough for him to pull the fabric over her head. He exhaled sharply at the sight of her warm, bare skin.
"So beautiful," Draco whispered under his breath, his fingers stroking the contours of her bra. The thin lace hinted at what lay beneath, but he wanted to take his time, to savor every detail.
Hermione blushed at his words, but when he leaned forward, pressing slow kisses along her cleavage, she choked on a breath, heat pooling low in her belly. It had been so long since she'd been touched like this.
"Can I take this off?" he asked, brushing his fingertips over the lace, her nipples already stiffening beneath the delicate fabric.
Hermione nodded eagerly.
Draco slipped a hand beneath her back, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. His lips grazed her shoulders as he slid the straps down, slowly peeling the garment away. He licked his lips, eyes dark with hunger, and whatever fleeting insecurity she'd felt - the worry that her breasts weren't as perky as they had been twenty years ago - vanished instantly.
His gaze locked onto hers as he cupped her breasts, thumbs circling over her stiffened nipples. Hermione gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as he lowered his head, lips closing around one aching peak.
Her hands, which had been gently tracing the muscles of his back, tightened on his skin as Draco's tongue flicked and teased. Switching sides, he lavished the same attention on her other breast, his free hand sliding down her torso to undo the buttons of her trousers.
A low hum of pleasure rumbled in his throat as he felt her tense beneath him, responding to every languid stroke of his tongue. Every soft sigh, every little gasp - it was like music, like angels singing just for him.
With her buttons undone, Draco sat back on his heels, admiring the way she lay before him - flushed, arms over her head, completely open to him.
"Like an angel," he murmured, unable to resist leaning down to kiss her again. Their bare chests pressed together, the warmth of her skin against his sending a shudder through him. The faint rasp of his chest hair against her sensitive nipples made her moan into his mouth.
His tongue tangled with hers as she threaded her fingers into his hair, tugging slightly. He groaned in response, then pulled away just enough to catch his breath.
"May I take these off?" he asked, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her trousers.
Hermione nodded, anticipation thrumming through her.
"I need to hear you say it," Draco insisted gently. "I want to make sure you're ready."
"Yes," she answered without hesitation.
Draco sat back again, gripping the fabric of her trousers and slowly sliding them down her legs, revealing smooth skin and a pair of delicate black lace knickers. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. Had she chosen these with tonight in mind? Had she hoped this would happen even before they left the restaurant?
His hands skimmed down her legs, lifting one foot to press a reverent kiss to her ankle. From there, he trailed soft kisses up her calf, past her knee, to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Hermione tensed beneath his breath, her stomach clenching at the teasing touch of his lips.
"Draco…" she sighed, his name a whisper that sent a sharp jolt of desire through him. His stomach tightened, and his cock throbbed against the fabric of his trousers.
Merlin - the anticipation was intoxicating, but nothing compared to the hunger clawing at him. The hunger to satisfy her.
He licked slowly along the delicate lace that traced over her hipbone, earning a breathless moan from her.
"Stop me if it's too much," he murmured, his lips hovering over her center.
"It won't be," Hermione promised, voice trembling with need.
His warm breath ghosted over the thin lace, and he could already smell her arousal - salty and sweet all at once. He ached to taste her.
What he didn't know was that Hermione loved oral sex, though she'd rarely had the chance to indulge. It had never been Ron's thing. But now - now, she couldn't wait to feel his mouth on her.
Involuntarily, her hips bucked toward him, pressing herself closer to his face.
Draco let out a low chuckle, his eyes flashing with smug delight. "Impatient, are we?"
Draco's smirk deepened as he pressed a teasing kiss to the damp lace covering her, reveling in the way Hermione's breath hitched. He slid his hands up her thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin as he hooked his fingers into the delicate waistband of her knickers.
"Still with me, Granger?" he murmured, his voice a low rasp against her skin.
"Yes," she breathed, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her body taut with anticipation.
He could have torn them off, could have given in to the fire raging through his veins, but he didn't. Instead, he dragged the lace down excruciatingly slowly, watching every inch of newly revealed skin with greedy eyes. Hermione lifted her hips, helping him ease the fabric down her legs, until finally, they were gone.
Draco sat back on his heels, his breath leaving him in a slow exhale as he took her in - bare, flushed, utterly breathtaking. His fingers traced gentle patterns along the inside of her thighs, teasing, worshipping.
"You're exquisite," he murmured, voice thick with reverence.
Hermione's blush deepened, but she had no time to respond before he dipped his head, pressing a lingering kiss just above her knee. His lips followed an invisible path upward, closer and closer to where she needed him most. He could feel the heat of her, could see the way she trembled in anticipation.
When he finally brushed his lips against her most sensitive spot, Hermione let out a sharp gasp, her back arching off the bed. Encouraged by her reaction, Draco pressed another kiss, then another, before sliding his tongue along her center in one slow, deliberate stroke.
A strangled moan escaped her lips, her thighs tensing around him. He groaned against her, his grip tightening as he held her open for him, savoring every reaction he drew from her.
"Draco - " Her voice broke, her hands flying to his hair, fingers threading through the strands as she urged him closer.
He was happy to oblige. His tongue moved in slow, tantalizing circles, alternating between soft flicks and deep strokes. He explored her like he had all the time in the world, like he wanted to memorize every sound she made, every shudder that ran through her.
Hermione's breathing grew ragged, her thighs quivering against his shoulders as the pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter within her. She had never been touched like this before - not with this level of devotion, this unwavering focus on her pleasure alone.
Draco slipped a finger inside her, groaning at how wet and warm she was, how perfectly she clenched around him. His tongue never faltered, his pace calculated and relentless.
Hermione's moans grew higher, more desperate, and Draco could feel her unraveling beneath him. He lifted his gaze, catching the way her head was thrown back, her lips parted, her body caught in that delicious tension just before release.
"That's it," he murmured against her, his voice vibrating against her. "Let go for me, love."
A sharp cry tore from her throat as her body finally gave in, pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her thighs clenched around him, her fingers pulling hard at his hair as she shuddered through her release.
Draco didn't stop. He worked her through the aftershocks, his tongue soothing over her in slow, languid strokes until she whimpered, too sensitive, her body trembling. Only then did he pull away, pressing a final kiss to her inner thigh before easing himself up to her. He lay down next to her, watching her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, her entire body still tingling. Draco smirked, brushing a damp curl away from her face, as her eyes fluttered open and her sparkling gaze found his.
"You're unbelievable," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
He grinned. "I could say the same about you."
She reached for him then, tugging him down into a desperate kiss, tasting herself on his lips. Her hands roamed down his body, nails raking lightly over his back, pressing against the waistband of his trousers.
"Now," she murmured against his lips, her fingers toying with the button of his pants. "Let me return the favor."
Draco groaned, dropping his forehead against hers, his entire body thrumming with need.
"Merlin, Granger," he breathed, eyes dark with lust.
Hermione only smirked.
And then she pushed him onto his back.
Draco barely had time to process before Hermione straddled him, her bare skin pressing flush against his, her hands already working the button of his trousers. He groaned as she made quick work of it, tugging them open, fingers skimming teasingly over the fabric of his boxers, over the hard length straining beneath.
"You're torturing me," he rasped, his hands settling on her thighs, fingers digging into her soft skin.
Hermione only smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "As I said… returning the favor."
Slowly, deliberately, she slid his trousers down, forcing him to lift his hips so she could peel them away. They landed somewhere on the floor, forgotten, as her gaze trailed down his body.
Draco wasn't usually self-conscious, he had lost a lot over the last years, but his ego remained intact. If you asked him - he had aged gracefully and he had took care of himself. But the way she was looking at him - like she was absolutely captivated, like she wanted to devour him - made heat rush through him in an entirely different way.
She pressed her palms against his chest, savoring the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. Then, leaning down, she pressed a kiss just above his collarbone, then another, trailing lower, lips mapping out every ridge and plane of his torso. Her tongue grazing over his scars and gently teasing his nipples.
Draco sucked in a sharp breath as she reached the waistband of his boxers. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, and he swore he saw a flicker of nerves in her expression. It was gone just as quickly, replaced by quiet determination.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, brushing a thumb over her cheek.
Her lips curled into a smile, and without answering, she hooked her fingers into the band of his boxers and dragged them down.
Draco groaned as he was finally freed, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them. Hermione's eyes darkened as she took him in, her breath hitching just slightly.
"Well," she mused, running a single teasing finger along his length. "That's hardly fair."
Draco let out a strangled sound as her fingers curled around him, giving the slightest squeeze. His head dropped back against the pillows, jaw clenched as she began to stroke him, slow and agonizing.
"Bloody hell, Granger - "
She hummed, pleased with his reaction, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his hipbone. Draco's fingers tangled in her hair, his entire body thrumming with tension as she worked him over, her touch both tentative and deliberate.
When she finally leaned down and took him into her mouth, Draco lost all semblance of control. His hips bucked slightly, a low, guttural groan escaping his throat.
"Fuck - "
Hermione hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her hands smoothing over his thighs as she set a slow, torturous rhythm. Every flick of her tongue, every teasing stroke of her fingers sent fire licking down his spine.
He forced himself to look down, and the sight of her - eyes fluttering closed, lips wrapped around him, completely focused on his pleasure - was almost enough to do him in right then and there.
He couldn't let this be over too soon. Not when he wanted her just as wrecked, just as undone as he felt right now.
With a sharp breath, he threaded his fingers through her hair and gently pulled her up, capturing her lips in a deep, desperate kiss.
"As much as I'm enjoying that," he murmured against her mouth, flipping them effortlessly so she was beneath him once more, "I need to be inside you."
Hermione's breath hitched, her thighs instinctively parting to cradle him between them.
"Then what are you waiting for?" she whispered, fingers trailing down his back, nails lightly scraping as she urged him closer.
Draco didn't need to be told twice.
With one final, lingering kiss, he reached between them, positioning himself at her entrance. He met her gaze one last time, silently asking, silently making sure.
Hermione cupped his face, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Yes."
And with that, he pushed into her, inch by inch, savoring every exquisite second as he finally, finally became one with her.
A sharp gasp slipped from Hermione's lips, her fingers digging into his back as she adjusted to him, to the way he stretched and filled her so perfectly. Draco groaned, dropping his forehead to hers, his body trembling with the effort of holding still, of letting her take her time.
"Merlin," he rasped, voice wrecked. "You feel…" He exhaled shakily. "Unbelievable."
Hermione's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. "Please move," she breathed.
Draco started slow. Deliberate. He wanted to feel every inch of her, wanted to make this last - but the moment Hermione's hips tilted up to meet his, the moment she gasped his name like a plea, his restraint frayed at the edges.
He rolled his hips into hers, burying himself deeper, and the sound she made - soft, breathless, utterly wrecked - sent a bolt of pleasure straight through him.
"You feel incredible," he groaned, his lips brushing against her temple, her cheek, anywhere he could reach.
Hermione tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. "So do you," she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met his slow, steady thrusts.
Draco cursed under his breath, shifting his weight to press his forearm against the mattress, using his other hand to trail down her body, to where they were joined. He found the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs, rolling his thumb over it in perfect rhythm with his movements.
Hermione cried out, her back arching, her body tightening around him.
Draco's control shattered.
His movements turned more urgent, his rhythm harder, deeper. Hermione met him stroke for stroke, matching his intensity, pushing him to the brink of madness.
"Draco - " Her voice was raw, her breath hot against his ear.
"I've got you," he murmured, kissing her, swallowing every moan, every whimper.
The room was filled with the sounds of them - the ragged breaths, the sensual moans, the way the bed creaked beneath them. Draco could feel her getting close, the way her body trembled, the way she clenched so tightly around him it was almost unbearable.
He wasn't far behind.
He moved his fingers faster, pressed deeper, angled his hips just right - and that was all it took.
Hermione shattered beneath him, her entire body tensing before breaking apart completely, her release crashing over her in waves. She gasped his name, her voice broken and breathless, and the sight of her like this - flushed, undone, his - was Draco's undoing.
With a deep, shuddering groan, he followed her over the edge, burying his face in the crook of her neck as pleasure flooded through him. His entire body tensed, then melted into hers, his breaths coming in harsh, uneven pants.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Draco kept his weight supported on his arms, not wanting to crush her, but Hermione pulled him closer, tangling her fingers in his hair, holding him to her. He sighed against her skin, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to her shoulder.
"That," she murmured, voice still hoarse with pleasure, "was…"
Draco let out a breathless chuckle, nuzzling into her neck. "Yeah…"
She hummed, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair, and he swore he could stay like this forever.
After a few more minutes, Draco finally - reluctantly - moved, rolling onto his side and pulling her with him, keeping her wrapped in his arms. Hermione nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, listening to the slowing beat of his heart.
Silence stretched between them, comfortable and warm, before Hermione spoke, her voice drowsy but amused.
"I forgot how much fun sex was," she chuckled and traced languid patterns on Draco's chest.
Draco huffed a laugh, tightening his hold on her. "Me too."
She tilted her head up to look at him, a sincere smile on her lips. "Thank you. I really enjoyed myself."
Draco smirked, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "I could see that."
Hermione gasped in mock offense, swatting at his chest, but he caught her wrist, pulling her back into a deep, lingering kiss, before he mumbled against her lips: "Me too and I've got to thank you for that."