Happily Ever After
‘Follow me please, Mr Malfoy.’
Madame Pince’s tone was clipped, her eyebrows raised as she looked at him over the top of her glasses.
Draco felt himself deflate, all the fight in him leaving him in a rush of futility.
If he ignored Snape’s request, things would only get worse for him than they already were, and he had a feeling things were already pretty bad.
He had flipped a table and stormed out of class.
It wouldn’t exactly have gone unnoticed.
Draco looked at Hermione again, her expression now softer as she stared back at him with wide eyes, her fingers twitching towards his as he stepped back from where he had been crowding her into a corner, desperate for her to talk to him.
He threw her one last meaningful look, then closed his eyes and turned away from her, forcing his feet to move, to follow Madame Pince out of the library and away from Hermione, preventing him from ending whatever this madness was.
‘Draco I-’ Hermione’s voice came from behind him, thin and quivering, but he didn’t turn.
If he looked at her now he would change his mind, he would give in to all his nerve endings that were screaming at him to turn back towards her, to pull her close and promise her the world if she would just look at him, touch him, give him what he needed.
But, even as desperate as he was, Draco knew he had to go.
He trudged behind Madame Pince, aware and ridiculously glad that Hermione was following behind.
He felt the other students' eyes on him as he walked, and he grit his teeth against the urge to turn on them, to tell them all to fuck off.
He wasn’t a freak show, they weren’t a freak show.
Draco knew the school would be abuzz with excitement at the fact that he and Hermione had had an argument.
There would be speculation as to the reason, people would gossip.
He felt his magic shiver beneath his skin, his stomach swirling with anger, frustration and worry.
What if Hermione didn’t forgive him? What if this wasn’t just a row?
He glanced back behind him quickly, his heart sinking into his shoes when he realised that she was no longer there trailing behind them.
She had gone.
‘Wait here.’ Madame Pince told him and she knocked the door of Snape’s office, peeking her head in and informing him, ‘Severus, Draco is here.’
He heard a muffled response and then Pince withdrew her head.
‘Go on in sweetheart.’
Draco drew his eyebrows together in confusion as Madame Pince placed a gentle hand on his arm.
‘I’m sure everything will be fine,’ she said. ‘Everyone has a falling out every now and then, even you and Hermione.’
She gave his shoulder a squeeze and then moved away, back down the corridor.
Draco frowned after her, bewildered and surprised.
He didn’t have time to think about it for long as he heard his name being called from within the office.
He sighed heavily and pushed open the heavy oak door.
The man who now held fatherly responsibility for him sat behind his desk, glaring at Draco beneath thick black brows, his mouth a grim line, one pale hand pointing at the chair on the opposite side of his desk.
‘Sit.’
Draco sighed again and moved into the room, collapsing into the chair with a huff.
He looked up at Snape, feeling his face arrange itself into a defiant scowl as he prepared to explain his actions, to argue that he couldn’t help it, that it had been the other students faults for staring at him.
‘Draco, son. Are you alright?’
He stopped, feeling all the air he had in his lungs leave him in a whooshed exhale.
What?
Snape’s face was set, but his eyes weren’t angry, not really. He just looked concerned.
‘What’s happened?’ Snape asked. ‘I know it must be something significant to cause you to act the way I’ve been informed that you have.’
Draco inexplicably, horrifyingly felt as though he might cry.
He swallowed down a sob, rapidly blinking away the dampness he felt on his lower lashes.
He had not expected the caring tone in Snape’s voice. He had prepared himself to be shouted at, to be punished.
Not this.
He looked up at Snape, into brown eyes that were now kind but questioning, raking over Draco’s face as he gathered himself.
He didn’t want to tell Snape what he had done, didn’t want to disappoint him the same way he had disappointed Hermione.
‘I fucked up.’ He said quietly. ‘I did something really stupid and now Hermione is angry. She’s got every right to be upset. I didn’t think.’
Snape observed him thoughtfully, long fingers steepled in front of his face as he waited for Draco to say more.
‘I told Theo.’
Snape flinched.
‘Told him what?’
‘Everything. I told him everything about me and Hermione, about the journals, about the Pensieve, everything.’
He cast his eyes down, unable to look Snape in the eye as he hissed in a breath.
‘And what may I ask possibly possessed you to do something so reckless?’
Draco shook his head, bringing his hands up to rub them over his face.
‘We were talking,’ he said. ‘About our fathers. About Lucius, about Theo’s dad.’
Snape was silent for a long moment, his body still.
‘And?’
‘And Theo knows I threatened his father, he knows something happened at the funeral.
He told me that his dad stopped hurting him after I said what I said. Did you know he was being hurt? The same way I was?’
Snape had paled.
‘I was aware that Theo’s home life was not good, Draco. But I wasn’t aware of the extent.
You know I can take care of those things.’ He replied.
‘Well so can I.’ Draco bit back, not able to stop the emotion from making its way into his voice.
‘Theo was asking me. He was asking me about the journals and I couldn’t lie to him.
You know as well as I do how much Theo suffered in his own previous lives.
He did everything for me and Hermione, I told him I was going to kill myself and he let me do it.
He did it, even though he was my best friend, because he loved me and he knew I couldn’t live without Hermione.’
Snape got paler again, his eyes darkening as Draco spoke.
‘He got fucking used and abused, turned into a vegetable by his own father. And now, we are all safe, he asked me a question. I couldn’t lie, not to him. You must understand that!’
Snape didn’t reply. He just looked at Draco for a long moment, his eyes travelling over his face, calm and considered, while Draco breathed heavily, his hands balled into fists.
His emotions swirled around his body, wanting to burst out of him like a murder of crows, beating black wings skyward, loud and uncontrolled.
Draco wanted to scream and rage. He wanted to find Hermione, to make her understand how much Theo meant to him, how implicitly he trusted him.
He wanted her to tell him everything was going to be alright.
‘Everything is going to be alright, Draco.’ Snape said quietly after a moment.
‘We can sort this out.’
Draco looked at him, wanting to believe him.
But how could he know? He hadn’t seen the way Hermione looked at him.
‘Miss Granger, stop lurking outside my office door and come in please.’ Snape called out in his nasal drawl.
Draco snapped his eyes to the door and felt his heart almost burst as the door instantly clicked open and Hermione’s face appeared in the crack, her cheeks flaming.
‘I- I’m sorry Professor,’ she stuttered. ‘I wasn’t eavesdropping, I just-’ Hermione stopped speaking, her eyes connecting with Draco’s and softening, the warm honey-brown melting the icy fingers of panic in his chest.
She didn’t look like she hated him.
Was that progress? Or was he just imagining it?
‘I removed the silencing charm from my door when I detected you outside Miss Granger, so I take it Draco doesn’t need to repeat what he just told me?’
Draco felt mild concern as he watched her cheeks redden further to a violent shade of puce, but he also felt an unwelcome bubble of laughter rise in his chest.
How very un-Hermione of her. He knew she would be mortified at being caught listening at the door, Snape had known she was there the whole time.
‘I-I should have knocked.’ She said, looking down at her shoes, a wayward curl falling into her face.
Draco had to force himself to stay in his seat. She was so adorable, he wanted to grab hold of her and crush her to him.
He missed her proximity like a physical thing. Every part of him ached to touch her, to be near to her.
This was the longest he hadn’t touched her in years.
It was painful.
‘You don’t need to repeat it Draco.’ She said, and her eyes were locked on his as she crossed the room, closing the distance between them.
Draco stood, feeling the air being knocked from him as she practically ran into his arms, their bodies crashing together as she wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, her hair floating into his face, enveloping him in her scent, making him crave her, even as he put his hands on either side of her ribs and pulled her to him, squeezing her as hard as he thought he could without hurting her.
‘I’m so sorry Hermione.’ He whispered to the top of her head. ‘I should have asked you first.’
‘I’m sorry too Draco. I’m sorry.’ She said quietly. ‘I do trust you, I was just so worried. I understand, I do.’
Snape watched them both, waiting for them to have their moment, his face an equal mix of love and concern.
Draco closed his eyes as relief flowed through him, heating his veins, like being pulled into a warm house after a snowstorm.
He wanted to Apparate them away somewhere so that he could kiss her properly, feel her soft skin on his.
Eventually, Snape cleared his throat quietly, looking for their attention and Draco reluctantly released her as Hermione pulled away slightly at the sound.
‘Theodore Nott has been a loyal friend to you Draco. I can understand why you would not like to lie to him, specifically. However, Hermione is right. There is much at stake here. This isn’t a simple teenage secret.’
Draco nodded, feeling a knot in his chest.
‘Mr Nott needs to be aware of the risk to you and Hermione if any of this were to get into the public domain, there could be repercussions for all of us’
He suddenly waved his wand towards the door with an exasperated flourish.
‘Are you aware of the risk, Mr Nott?’ He called out loudly.
Draco watched as Snape’s door clicked open again and this time it was Theo’s curly head that appeared through the crack, followed by a pink cheeked face.
Snape sighed, shaking his head. ‘And that’s why my door is always silenced,’ he huffed.
The hysterical laughter threatened again.
Even through all of Draco’s worry he couldn’t help seeing how ridiculous the situation was.
Theo edged into the room sheepishly, looking at Snape like he was a bomb about to go off. His hands were shoved into his pockets, white shirt undone, his Slytherin tie loosened at his neck.
‘Theo! Were you just listening at the door?’ Hermione asked incredulously, her hands on her hips.
Both Draco and Snape turned to look at the girl who had just minutes before been caught doing the exact same thing, matching looks of incredulity on their own faces.
‘Hermione, I-’ Draco started to speak but found that the laugher wouldn’t stay down.
He looked around the room at the three people he loved most in the world and he found that, even with everything going on, he was just glad to be in this room, with these people.
The laugher bubbled out of his mouth, and the bewildered expressions on everyone’s faces as they looked at him made him laugh harder.
‘Draco, I’d hardly call this a laughing matter.’ Hermione said, before she too began to smile, hiding her giggle behind her hand.
Theo, who didn’t take much to get going, also began to laugh, until all three of them were laughing, much to Snape’s annoyance.
He watched them for a minute or two before his exasperation won out and he silenced them all with a wave of his hand.
‘Well, I’m glad you all find this situation funny, but I think you’ll find we are all here to discuss something very serious.’ He grumbled.
Draco nodded and forced his laughter down, rearranging his face into a serious one, elbowing Theo to do the same. Hermione was already composed, her fingers interlocked with Draco’s at her side.
‘I’ll ask you again, Mr Nott.’ Snape said.
‘Do you understand the imperative need for absolute secrecy pertaining to what Draco told you last night?’
Theo instantly sobered, his blue eyes coming up to meet first Hermione’s, then settling on Draco’s.
‘Professor Snape,’ he said, taking a deep breath.
‘Draco Malfoy is my best friend. He is, to me, the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I love him like a brother.’
Draco felt his throat tighten slightly as Theo continued.
‘I would lay down my life for him, without question, and I know he would do the same for me.’
He glanced over at Hermione. ‘And Hermione too.’
Snape raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
‘What I’m trying to say sir, is that, I would never tell a soul. Their life is as important to me as my own.
In fact, I’d like to make an unbreakable vow, so that Hermione knows how much she and Draco mean to me.’
‘Oh Theo-’ Hermione began. ‘You don’t need to-’
‘No,’ Draco said and his voice was firm. ‘That would imply that we don’t trust you. But we do, don’t we Hermione?’
Hermione let go of Draco’s hand and walked towards Theo. She raised up on her tiptoes and planted a small kiss on his cheek.
‘Yes, we do.’ She said quietly.
Draco forced himself to endure it, telling himself to be rational and wishing he was less of a jealous person, that he could control his emotions more, but knowing that when it came to Hermione, it was impossible.
He clenched his jaw and waited it out, keeping his face neutral until she stepped back next to him, taking hold of his now clammy palm in hers and squeezing, knowing how he would be feeling.
Snape looked at the three of them for a moment, he didn’t speak, seemingly overcome with an emotion Draco couldn’t quite identify.
He seemed to be gathering himself for a few seconds, and then eventually shook his head slightly and straightened, his usual stern look back in place.
‘Theo and Hermione, you may go. Draco, you have a detention with me. I’m sure you’ll enjoy crushing beetle wings for tomorrow's lessons.’
Draco opened his mouth to complain, then, remembering his outburst in McGonogall’s lesson, promptly shut it again.
Snape eyeballed him, daring him to argue.
‘Okay.’ He said. ‘No problem.’
Theo threw him a wave as he left the office, Hermione trailing behind him, turning back to Draco before she left, her eyes hot on his.
She didn’t say anything, couldn’t with Snape right there. But she didn’t need to, her eyes said it all.
Draco felt himself instantly flush with heat, all thoughts immediately only of one thing.
He looked back at her, hoping she could read the promise in his eyes. She smiled back, her eyes dropping to his crotch before disappearing through the door.
Draco looked after her, swallowing hard.
He jumped as he heard Snape clear his throat pointedly and glanced over to see him glaring back, eyebrows raised.
‘Really Draco?’ He said, ‘have you no self awareness?’
Draco grinned and shrugged his shoulders, not caring about anything much other than the fact that Hermione was speaking to him again, and by the look on her face, she’d missed him too.
He completed his detention happily enough, not complaining even when Snape made him drain flobberworm pus, or count out individual lacewing eggs.
Once he was finally done he headed down to find McGonagall, catching her just as she was on her way to the great hall.
She accepted his apology with pursed lips, her blue eyes appraising him sternly before eventually touching him lightly on the arm as he finished his monologue.
‘Draco,’ she said, and her voice was gentle. ‘I know how much you love her, and I know there is more to your relationship than a simple school age romance, but you mustn't lose yourself like that again. It is not acceptable behaviour, in school or out of it.
Hermione deserves a better version of you than that, do you understand?’
He suddenly found himself unable to look anywhere but at the floor.
McGonagall was right, he needed to be able to control his emotions better, needed to grow up.
He couldn’t continue guarding Hermione like a dog with a bone, continually worrying that someone or something was going to take her away.
They had the rest of their lives together, and at some point he would need to try to get a handle on the emotions she made him feel.
So why was it so difficult?
Draco felt as though, even though they couldn’t remember their past lives, the echoes of them remained in who they were today.
The fight to get them here had tattooed itself on their hearts and the fear of losing Hermione was so overwhelming, so utterly terrifying that he didn’t know how he would ever be able to manage it.
He didn’t say that to McGonagall though. He just nodded. He couldn’t expect anyone to understand.
Their story was theirs and theirs alone, and the weight of it was theirs to carry on their shoulders.
‘I understand.’ He said. ‘I’ll try my best, Professor.’
‘That’s all I can ask of you,’ she said, and now her blue eyes were soft, ‘and, I’m proud of you.’
He glanced up. Proud? After the way he had behaved?
McGonagall smiled. ‘You’re doing better than you think Mr Malfoy. You’re a good person.’
Draco blinked, hearing her words, but not processing them as she touched his arm again and walked away.
Hermione
Hermione walked out of Snape’s office on wobbly legs.
The way Draco had looked at her, the promise in his eyes did something to her.
It had now been the longest they had gone without touching in years and she was desperate to be near him. She needed to feel his hands on her, to kiss him, to breathe him in.
She had known she shouldn’t have listened at Snape’s door but to hear the emotion in Draco’s voice as he spoke about Theo, it had brought it home for Hermione how instrumental Theo really was for bringing them to this life of safety and happiness.
He had sacrificed so much in his own previous lives and his loyalty was clear to see in this one too.
She knew that she would always be nervous, scared of their fragile happiness being shattered, but that Draco would never do anything to intentionally put them at risk. If he trusted Theo then so should she.
She felt bruised from the emotions of the day, her worry and sadness making her head ache and heart hurt.
She just wanted Draco.
The wait for him to finish his detention was painful. She knew Snape would make sure he paid the penance for his transgressions, but the Slytherin common room party started in an hour and she was desperate to find somewhere dark to hide with him and catch up on all they had missed.
As she dressed for the party, Draco was all she could think about. She made sure she wore all the things she knew he loved.
A floral dress, thin straps with a short flared skirt, knee high socks and Doctor Martens. It was a very Muggle outfit but one Draco always said was his favourite.
She styled her hair, curling it into ringlets and flipping her head to fluff her curls before adding a slick of lip gloss and some perfume.
She was just about to leave her dorm when she suddenly had a thought.
She felt her cheeks flush but she did it anyway, running her hands up her legs to her knickers and pulling them down over her Doc Martens and stepping out of them, squeezing her thighs together at the feel of the cool air floating up under her dress.
Draco had told her in his last note that she wouldn’t need knickers and she didn’t want to miss out on his expression when he realised she’d listened.
She headed down to the party with Ginny and Luna, listening absentmindedly to their chatter and breathy giggles as they talked about their day, which boy they fancied and how they might get them alone.
She smiled and laughed with them, but all she could think about was Draco.
They entered the Slytherin common room and Hermione was struck as she always was at the beauty of it.
It was so different from the Gryffindor common room, less warm and cosy, but the ornate decor and the rich colour scheme always reminded her of Draco and so, she loved it.
She immediately cast her eyes around looking for him but realised quickly that he wasn’t there.
Blaise bounded up to her, clearly already having imbibed plenty of alcohol.
He wrapped her in a tight hug and she smiled as she hugged him back. Hermione adored Blaise, she thrived in the warmth he exuded and loved spending time with him.
‘He won’t be long,’ he said.
‘Fancy a drink while you wait?’
Hermione nodded and Blaise led her to the back of the common room where an unholy amount of alcohol had been stashed.
Hermione didn’t even want to ask how it got there.
She accepted a Butterbeer from Blaise and then stood chatting with him for a while before he headed off, on the hunt for Ginny she was sure.
She looked around, Theo and Pansy were nowhere to be seen, but Harry and Ron were, as expected, sitting close together, talking intently, their eyes sparkling as they looked at each other.
Hermione watched the way Harry’s fingers twisted in his own hair, tugging anxiously at the messy strands as he spoke, his knee bouncing.
She wondered whether tonight would be the night? She hoped so.
The night trudged along slowly with no sign of Draco.
Hermione felt herself deflate, all her excitement at seeing him draining away the later it got.
She sat down next to Parvati and scanned the room, desperate for a glance of bright blonde hair.
Someone turned on the music. It was loud, the base vibrating on through the floor.
Hermione smiled and allowed Ginny to drag her to the dance floor, even though her heart wasn’t in it. Her eyes continued to dart to the entrance, but she didn’t see him come back.
Where was he?
The song changed, it was one Hermione couldn’t name, but it suddenly suffused her with a rush of emotions.
She stopped still on the dance floor, recognising it but unable to place where she knew it from.
Hermione felt like it was a song that meant something to her, but she didn’t know how or why.
She closed her eyes, listening to the words, letting her body move with the beat as she thought of Draco.
She was so totally engrossed in the song that she almost jumped out of her skin when she suddenly felt two hands slide around her waist and a body pressed hard against hers.
She breathed in deeply.
Draco.
He was here.
‘You look incredible.’ His voice came, so low in her ear that it was practically a growl.
Despite the pumping music, Hermione heard him clearly as he moved around to face her, his eyes burning as he looked at her. He was fresh out of the shower, his hair damp, his white t-shirt perfectly moulded to his body.
‘Draco,’ she breathed. ‘Finally.’
She leaned in as his fingers gripped her hip.
‘This fucking dress…’
She brought her arms up around his neck.
‘I always love this dress on you.’ He said, and his other hand came up now, running over her body, a thumb grazing her breast making her shiver.
Hermione didn’t care that everyone was staring, whispering behind their hands about them yet again.
She didn’t care, because Draco was finally here, and her body was responding the way it always did to him.
‘I’ve missed you so much.’ He said into her neck and gods she had missed him too.
So when he pulled her close, she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his chest and her ass into his hand. She let the music guide her and she began to move against him in time to the music.
One of Draco’s thighs found its way between hers pushing her dress up slightly, and she smiled as she felt him begin to move to the music too.
She looked into his eyes as they danced, their bodies moving with the beat, Hermione’s pulse thundered in her ears as she felt him, hard against her hip, the fluid movement of his body as he danced.
She lifted her hair off her neck as he leaned in, trailing kisses below her ear and down as she moved against him, feeling the friction building between them.
Draco’s hands roamed all over her body now, as his hips moved in time with hers. He pushed his face into her neck and she heard snippets of the things he was panting into her ear, even over the music.
‘Feels so good Hermione-’
‘Need to be alone with you, now-’
‘This fucking dress-’
She lifted her arms as she danced, not sure if she was going to lose herself right there onto Draco’s thigh, and half certain he was well on his way too, his eyes were closed, he looked almost like he was in pain.
‘Draco,’ she whispered in his ear. ‘I need to tell you something.’
His eyes opened and he looked almost drunk with lust, they were cloudy as he looked at her, the silver glinting in the dim common room lights. She leaned over and whispered into his ear.
‘I’m not wearing any knickers.’
Draco’s reaction was almost comical, a sudden weakening of his knees, a surprised groan into her ear and a tightening of his hands on her hips as he looked down at where his thigh flexed between her legs.
‘Hermione I-’
Hermione felt a crushing disappointment as the song they were dancing to ended, and a different one came on, breaking the spell.
She suddenly remembered where she was and looked around the common room.
Half of Hogwarts seemed to be standing there, gawking at the two of them, their mouths open in shock at the overt display of affection on display by the couple who mere hours ago had been apparently on the verge of a breakup.
Hermione looked back at Draco, but he was too far gone to care. His eyes were dark and stormy as he looked at her, his jaw clenched.
‘Hermione, I need us to be alone, now.’ He ground out, and she felt herself flutter.
She looked around to see Theo motioning towards them. He looked slightly bedraggled, but there was a satisfied smirk on his face.
‘Our room is empty, Draco,’ he said. ‘I’ll charm it and guard it, if you guys need to, you know, talk and stuff.’
Hermione didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Draco by the hand and pulled him forcefully off the dance floor, ignoring the somewhat jealous looks she was getting from some of the other girls as she dragged him towards his dorm.
Draco smiled at Theo as she yanked him past, and she didn’t miss the wink Theo threw his way.
Hermione could barely wait for the door to slam behind them before her lips were on his.
Draco didn’t hesitate, he pulled her close, pushing her back against the door and slipping his tongue into her mouth, his hands all over her.
Hermione couldn’t stand the feeling of their clothes between them, she desperately needed to feel the smoothness of his skin, the warmth of his body.
She put her hands on his belt and yanked his t-shirt up, watching as he helped her, pulling it over his head. She saw the muscles flex in his triceps, and then ran her hand over his stomach, trailing her fingers across his abs.
Draco shuddered and kissed her harder, his breathing increasing in pace as he gently pulled the top of her dress down so that she spilled out of the top.
Hermione ran her hand over the waistband of his trousers again, feeling the wetness at the tip where his cock had escaped his boxers. Draco hissed in a breath that made Hermione’s thighs clench and she yanked hold of his belt and pulled the leather from the buckle.
Draco’s eyes flew open momentarily, and she made sure he could see, in the look she gave him back that there was no limit in this moment, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
In every way.
They looked into each other’s eyes again as Draco reached his own hand down to push his trousers to his knees and she felt him then through the thin material of her dress, felt how hard he was, how completely ready he was.
She didn’t want to waste time, not sure how long they’d have before someone interrupted and she knew neither of them would be able to stop again.
She reached her hand down and took hold of him, watching the way his eyes almost fell closed at the feel of her hand wrapping around his shaft.
‘Fuck,’ his lips brushed against hers with the word, his hands coming up to slide her dress up her hips, cursing again as he saw her completely bare underneath, her state of arousal as obvious as his.
She felt his cock twitch in her hand and she kissed him, licking around the inside of his mouth and he groaned as she guided the tip of his cock between her legs, running it up and down, collecting their shared slickness.
They panted into each other’s mouths, the thought of what they were finally about to do making Hermione feel like she could come all over Draco’s cock before he was even inside.
He watched her as she stilled her hand at her entrance so that he was fully lined up. He looked down at them, so close to being joined, the head of his cock flush against her, solid and throbbing.
‘Are you ready?’ He asked, and Hermione nodded. She’d never been more ready.
Draco didn’t need any more encouragement, and he slid his hand up and around her thigh, lifting her leg so that it was hooked around his hip, much like she had been when McGonagall had caught them.
But McGonagall wasn’t here this time, they were alone, and it was time.
Lifting her leg changed the angle between them and Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head as she finally felt Draco press forward, first the tip, then the flare of his head and finally his entire length, sliding smoothly in, aided by her arousal and his precum.
‘Oh fucking fucking hell,’ Draco breathed and she smiled into his neck, even as she felt herself squeeze around him. The thickness of him almost too much and at the same time so incredibly good.
He pushed her up against the door and he pulled back out before gliding back in, the rhythm so perfect, the scent of him everywhere, his beautiful face the only thing she could see. His hips rolled against hers, their hip bones grinding together as he sheathed himself to the hilt, his eyes continually darting down, his chest rising and falling so that it brushed against her erect nipples, the sensation only adding to her pleasure.
It was their first time and so, it took very little time before Hermione felt Draco begin to thicken inside her.
He slid in and out and she heard his breathing change, knew the sound of when he was close.
He kissed her hard as she felt him beginning to come, the warm, wet sensation making her flutter and clench. It only took one brush of his fingers against her clit and she orgasmed forcefully around his cock, her head tipped back, l still pressed hard against the door.
Draco trembled and shook as he rode out his own orgasm, and he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, his body completely covering hers.
As they both came down slowly, their hearts beating hard against each other, Hermione lay her head against the door, holding him tightly to her as she heard him mutter her favourite words, the only words that she’d ever need for the rest of her life.
‘I love you Hermione, I love you, forever. It's real.’