Draco's POV

I gazed down at Hermione, her body spread out before me like a feast.

I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her, and I was determined to make this night one to remember.

My hands trailed down her skin, undoing the buttons of her shirt and slipping off her pants.

She lay there, her eyes fixed on mine, a mixture of desire and nervousness flashing across her face.

I lowered my head, my tongue extending to taste her. As I made contact with her, she let out a gasp, her body arching up to meet me.

I smiled to myself, knowing that I was going to make her feel things she had never felt before.

But just as I was getting started, she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Draco, I'm a virgin."

I jerked my head up, surprise crossing my face. I had never suspected that she was untouched.

"You've never even done it with Harry or Ron?" I asked, my tone laced with amusement.

Her eyes narrowed, annoyance flashing across her face. "Of course not," she said, her voice firm. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

I chuckled to myself, feeling a thrill at the thought of being her first. But as I looked into her eyes, I knew that I didn't want to take her virginity, not yet.

I wanted to savor this moment, to make her feel like she was the only person in the world.

"I don't want to take your virginity, Hermione," I said, my voice low and husky. "But I will give you the best orgasm of your life, right now, with just my fingers and tongue."

Her eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the desire burning there.

She nodded, her face set in determination, and I returned to my task.

My fingers slid inside her, moving in slow, gentle strokes, while my tongue continued to dance across her skin.

She was so responsive, so alive, and I could feel her building towards a climax.

And then, suddenly, she was there, her body convulsing in a wave of pleasure.

She let out a loud cry, and I felt her squirting, the liquid gushing out of her as she came.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of triumph and satisfaction.

I had never made anyone feel so good, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together.

As I looked up at her, I saw the wonder in her eyes, the awe at the sensations she had just experienced.

And I knew that I would do anything to make her feel that way again, to be the one who brought her pleasure and joy.

I was falling for Hermione Granger.

Hermione's POV

Morning crept in softly, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains of our small rental. The air smelled like fresh linen and something warm, something comforting.

And then I realized—Draco was holding me.

I was curled up against his chest, my head resting against the soft fabric of his sweater, his arms wrapped securely around me.

It should have been uncomfortable. It should have felt wrong.

But it didn't.

His breathing was slow, steady, the rise and fall of his chest against mine soothing in a way I didn't know I needed. His warmth seeped into my skin, grounding me, reminding me that for now—for this moment—we were safe.

I should move. I should say something.

Instead, I just let myself exist in the quiet.

But of course, Draco Malfoy was never one for silence.

"You're awake," he murmured, his voice low, still thick with sleep.

I swallowed, shifting slightly but not away from him. "Yeah."

A long pause.

Then—

"Do you want to talk about last night?"

I tensed, my fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater before I forced myself to relax.

He wasn't pushing.

He was just asking.

I pulled back slightly to meet his gaze. His silver eyes were softer in the morning light, his expression unreadable—but patient. Waiting.

I took a breath. "No."

His eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn't pull away. "No?"

I shook my head, licking my lips. "I—" I hesitated, then sighed. "I loved it, Draco. But we can't—we shouldn't—get caught up in this."

His jaw tensed, but he nodded slowly. "Because we have to focus on staying safe," he murmured, repeating my words.

I exhaled. "Yes."

Another pause.

Then, after a moment, he nodded again, like he was accepting it.

Like he understood.

But I could still see it in his eyes—that flicker of something unspoken.

Something neither of us was ready to say aloud.

Instead of pressing, he pulled me closer again, his chin resting lightly on top of my head.

I closed my eyes, breathing him in.

For now, that was enough.