Use Your Words
She was almost positive that he had tried to wake up yesterday. Theo was perched at the end of the bed, staring at her and talking about his day. Apparently, it took Draco’s near-death experience for Blaise to pull his head out of his ass and realize that life is too short and had kissed Theo. It was a story that she had heard twice–once from Blaise, and the other from Theo. Hermione sat quietly tucked into the chair next to his bed as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Pansy was tucked into the chair on his other side, staring at Theo as she soaked up the details of their adventurous kiss. Blaise apparently had been rather aggressive, shoving Theo into an alcove and demanding tongue.
She tucked her head into Draco’s shoulder and drifted off to sleep. When she woke up everybody was gone, and there was a thick green blanket draped around her shoulders. Draco was still asleep, and she tucked herself into the blanket, her fingers threading through his hair again,
“I think that I finished the cabinet…I didn’t test it though. I already know that you’re going to be furious with me for even helping you but…the idea that if you wouldn’t make it..that they would’ve done something to your mother. I had to make sure that it was done…to keep them safe. I had to look out for them. They’re my family too. And I know that you reply would be that I have to look out for myself too but honestly. Without you I really could care less about myself. I thought that you were going to die right there on the floor in that bathroom. I see it every time that I close my eyes. All I see is your blood running over my hands. Gods, that’s all that I can see. And you said my name…just choking over my name because you were trying to say goodbye. I can’t...” She hiccupped, staring out the window that was in the small room. Snape had insisted on privacy; not only because he knew that there wasn’t any tearing her away from Draco’s side, but also because people were coming to the Infirmary just to see Draco in the hospital bed.
Harry hadn’t talked to her since the day she hexed and threatened him in the courtyard and Pansy hadn’t said a word about her little blow up. Apparently, it took a lot for her to forgive Harry herself–Draco was her best friend, and they had known each other since they had been in nappies. Draco was Pansy’s first love. Draco was Pansy’s best friend; and the person that she had fallen for had tried to kill him. It wasn’t a great start to their budding relationship and Hermione felt a sliver of sadness because she knew that Harry deserved to be happy. But then…so did she. She deserved to be happy without fighting so hard to keep everything that made her happy, alive. She deserved it just as much as everybody around her and damn it all to hell was, she tired of having to fight for it constantly.
She was still rambling, whispering about how Narcissa had written her back a lengthy note about how the headmaster wasn’t allowing visitors at the time. It was impossible, and she knew how much it was breaking Narcissa not to be able to see her son. She leaned her forehead against his arm, his skin cold to the touch in the chilly room. The hospital was always colder at night. Pale moonlight filtered through the window making Draco’s light blond hair look almost white. When she flicked her eyes back towards his face her breath caught in her throat. Draco’s gray eyes were pinned on her face, flitting over it like he was committing every inch to memory. Hermione didn’t move for a moment, trapped in the realization that he was awake. He was there and he was awake, looking at her like she herself had hung the moon that was shining into his room.
“Draco?”
His voice was scratchy when he spoke. “Granger. I should’ve known you would be the first thing that I would see in heaven.” A lopsided smile tilted on his lips and she lurched forwards, pressing her hands to his cheeks.
“Oh gods, Draco.” Her lips found his trailing kisses along every inch of his face as he chuckled beneath her, his hand snaking into her hair with a gasp of pain. “Don’t move, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Her body shifted, attempting to move away from him and he slid his arm around her waist to stop her, holding her warm body against his.
“Don’t you dare move, Granger. I’m actually slightly offended that you weren’t in my bed to begin with. Are dying men denied the simplest pleasure in life like cuddling their witch?”
She inhaled sharply. “Don’t joke about that.” It came out a whisper but sounded like she had yelled it in the quiet room. He turned his head towards her, silver eyes staring intently. “Don’t ever joke about dying to me, please.” She scrunched her eyes shut, trying to fight the images of bloody water.
“I’m sorry, love.” He was tugging her towards him, and she shook her head as his voice came out softer this time. “Hermione, please lay down.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Knowing that you’re right there and I don’t get to hold you will hurt me worse knowing you're right there and I can't touch you. Please. Take the pain away, Hermione. I need you, right here.” Draco pleading was always something that she couldn’t resist. He pulled her against him on the bed, and she was careful about where her hands rested, the placement of his scars already burned into her mind forever. They had stopped bleeding a few days ago as bad as they were but now that he was shuffling around, she noticed that there were a few splotches. She cast a quick cleansing charm, cleaning the bandages and placing her hands in the safe zones after expanding the bed so there was enough room for her to curl into his side comfortably. They already had to magically combine two beds to fit his massive frame already, so it wasn’t much more of an adjustment. “I love you.”
“I love you more, Draco.” Her fingertip trailing over the scar that trailed across his face.
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He couldn’t get himself to fall asleep again, the moments of when he was last conscious flitting through his mind. He was trying not to have a panic attack when he first woke up and the only thing grounding him was the feel of Hermione pressed against him, seeping warmth into his cold body. Her wild curls were lacking their usual life as they fanned out across his shoulder, her breaths soft against his neck. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep when she nestled into the crook of his shoulder and from the looks of the bags under her eyes, he wasn’t surprised. He doubted that she had been sleeping much to begin with or eating if her gaunt cheekbones were anything to go by. How long had he been out? Death had been close enough to brush against his subconscious, that was something he knew until a song drifted into his head. The look of Hermione’s eyes filled with terror as she pleaded for him not to die burned permanently behind his eyelids.
It was what he dreamed of repeatedly while in the darkness. The sound of her voice dancing in his mind.
It had been the only thing that he clung to. Blurbs from books he recognized, stories from her day, and a faint memory of a Vanishing Cabinet. He stilled, glancing down at the witch tucked into his arm. He hadn’t told her the specifics of what his mission was, not since they had their fight. He tried to stay away from her, to keep her safe. Even though it was destroying both of them. Then, she had to look at him with those honey eyes and he broke all resolve. All arguments disappeared from his mind when the tears tracked down her cheeks.
She had always been his weakness. She had always been the one thing that could persuade him to abandon all logic and reason. Hermione bloody Granger was the only thing that could draw him to his knees.
His fingers tangled into her hair, and he ignored the pain that webbed its way across his torso. Glancing down as best he could, he noted the bandages wrapped around his pale skin. Almost his entire torso was wrapped in bandages, some small blood splatters seeping through the gauzy material. Potter…he was lucky that his witch cared so much about him. Even then he was going through about twelve different scenarios that resulted in the dark-haired wizard’s death when Hermione twitched against him. His eyes flicked to her face, watching as it scrunched up, her eyes frantic under the delicate lids.
Panting breaths and then she was twitching, shaking her head while tears poured down her cheeks. “No, no, no, no. Draco…please, Draco.” She was fighting, and he grabbed her wrists carefully, pulling her closer into his chest. The pain blossoming across his chest wasn’t anything compared to the pain that shattered his heart at the anguish in her voice.
“Granger. Wake up darling.” Gentle strokes against the curls sticking to her forehead. She whimpered, her head tossing to the side, and he turned, wincing as the skin on his chest burned. “Hermione. Come on love, wake up. You’re safe. I have you. You’re right here.” With a stuttered breath her eyes flitted open. Recognition seeped into the pools of honey that blinked up at him before they widened, and she was attempting to scramble from his grasp.
“Oh gods, Draco. I’m sorry. You…you shouldn’t be lying like this. I shouldn’t have been sleeping here. I’m so sorry.”
“Hermione.” She stopped, blinking up at him with pools forming at the edges of her eyes. “Breath.” He watched her take a deep breath in and released her wrists, pulling her closer to his chest. It felt like he had been ripped open by a werewolf but that didn’t matter. Her fingers chased the pain away as they brushed across the skin of his collarbone.
“I would’ve rather dreamed of the Basilisk than to ever have that dream of you on that bathroom floor again.” His fingertips brushed over her neck, gently massaging the tense muscles.
“I could say the same about the nightmares that haunt me where you’re concerned.” She winced, closing her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing to me, Hermione. Just let me hold you.” She nodded, tucking her head gently under his chin.
“You should turn back over.” Swotty and bossy. Just how he liked her.
“I don’t know how long I have been in that position, but I fancy this one very much. It has advantages.” His fingers brushed over the skin on her hip before traveling down and resting on her bum. A smile pulled on the corner of her lips.
“You’re lucky that you’re injured. Otherwise, I would’ve swatted you for wandering hands.”
“I remember the last time that you let me milk my injuries. Tell me Dr. Granger, how long am I getting this time?” She shifted, his hand sliding back to her waist.
“Hm..a week seems like too little time, what does the patient suggest?” He heard the smile in her voice.
“Well, if the patient got an opinion, he would recommend proper snogging and groping allowances for at least a month.”
“Three weeks.”
“Done.”
“You didn’t even argue!” He smirked at her voice, loud and offended.
“I didn’t even expect you to give me a week, Granger. I’ll take what I can get.”
“Bloody Slytherins.” A huff of a laugh against his shoulder and the tension slowly started to seep from her body. His hand snaked underneath her shirt, pressing against the bare skin on her back. Skin to skin contact was what he was craving, a grounding reminder that he was alive, and she was in his arms. Tension seeped back into the air between them and his hair stood up on his arms. “Draco?”
“Granger.”
“I…I fixed the Vanishing Cabinets…or–well, I think that I did.”
“How…”
“Arthur Weasley told Harry about them... and I started researching them to find out as much as I could. When I heard you say that if you failed…that something would happen to your mother…I couldn't take any risks. I had to make sure that if you didn't wake up, that you didn't fail. That your mother would be safe.” His fingers gripped her hip bone, and then he was turning them, palms pressed against the bed beside her head. She had wide eyes, auburn curls splayed out against the stark white sheets beneath them. “What are you doing?! You're going to hurt yourself!”
“I'M going to hurt myself?! You went and fixed a bloody Vanishing Cabinet that Death Eaters could have used at any minute and put yourself at risk. For my mother. For me. Again. Do you not understand how infuriating and maddening you are? You should've been put into Gryffindor with your reckless behavior.” Honey melted into deep caramel, and he fought the urge to kiss her.
“I would do it again.” She said it with such stubborn conviction.
“And that is exactly why I tried to keep it from you in the first place, Hermione. Because you would so willingly sacrifice yourself without a second thought. Do you ever think about what that would do to Theo and I? What would it do to Pansy, and Daphne? Do you ever for one moment stop to think that maybe the loss of you is greater than anything else?” He searched her face, dropping his head down to rest on her forehead. Every muscle that hadn’t been used for weeks was screaming at him in protest as he held himself up above her small form.
“Draco, please…lie down.” Hands against his forearms burning his skin and he realized that he was shaking. He leaned down, capturing her soft lips with his and she gasped against his lips. It was like coming up for air, and he stole every breath of oxygen from her lips that she gave him. Lavender and honey burst across his taste buds when she swiped her tongue into his mouth, and he groaned. Damn his wounds, damn his cuts, damn the world around them. He wanted to mold with her, turning them into one so he would never have to part with her. Her hands snaked into his hair, soft moans tumbling into the space between them when he pulled apart to nip at the skin of her neck. “Draco.”
He was lost in the way that she arched her back off of the bed when he sucked the skin between his teeth. Her breathy pants were one of daydreams and he wished that he could bottle up the smell of lavender off of her skin. She was what Amortentia was made of a living breathing love potion that he could lose himself in; potent, dangerous and addicting. His tongue skated across her skin and she moaned, threading her fingers through his hair. He bit back the hiss from the pain that skated across his skin. “Merlin, Granger. I couldn’t ever give this up.” A nip to her shoulder, lapping at the skin there as his tongue soothed the red mark left behind. “Addicting, fuck you have no idea how much I crave you.”
“Gods..” She panted and turned her head, tugging his head away from her skin with protest. He growled, trying to dip back to her skin. “Draco, you…you can’t be doing anything right now. Not like this.” Her hand drifted softly over his stomach, fingertips dancing over the bandages softly. Air hissed through his teeth, and he reluctantly released her, flopping onto his back as he attempted to calm the fire spreading through his veins. It wasn’t the spell that Potter cast that was burning him alive, it was the damn witch trying to catch her breath next to him.
“As soon as I get out of his bed Granger, I am quite intent on not letting you leave mine. I want to worship every inch of you until you get sick of me. Let me search for heaven on every inch of your skin.”
“Merlin, Malfoy.” It was breathy, and warm.
He curled a brow at her, before narrowing his eyes. “Malfoy is it? I’ll remember that.” She swatted his arm, and he huffed out a laugh. “I thought that I wouldn't be able to be abused for three weeks?”
“Call that a slip of judgment.”
“How very Slytherin of you.” The quip rolled off his tongue and her laugh echoed off the walls.
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She was woken up by the bright light filtering through the windows. Draco’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, after he had refused to let her slip from the bed and agreed to sleep instead of being handsy. His fingers were brushing the skin on her stomach, snaking underneath her shirt. She smoothed her hair from his face, and he stirred, peeking a gray eye open at her. “Humph.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Just a few more minutes, please?” His husky voice went straight to places it shouldn’t and she swallowed.
“No. I need to go and tell them that you’re awake. See how much longer you have to stay here.”
“I refuse to release you.” His arm tightened around her waist.
“Yes, you will.”
“Shan’t.”
“Shall.”
“Hmph.” He mumbled in protest as she slipped from his grasp, fingers trying to grab onto the waistband of her leggings. He was narrowing his eyes at her when she got up, propping himself up on his elbows as he stared at her. “How long have I been here?”
“About a month.” She felt her cheeks flush as his eyes studied her.
“You haven’t been eating.” It was a statement, not a question and she turned towards the door. “Granger.” The door was cold beneath her palm but she didn’t turn around. “If you don’t come back in here with something to eat I will personally walk to the Great Hall and ensure that you have something.”
“You wouldn’t even make it down the stairs, Malfoy.”
“Try me.” His tone didn’t leave much for argument and she slipped out the door in search of Madam Pomfrey and a scone.
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Draco was glaring at her as Madam Pomfrey cast diagnostic charms over him, and she raised an eyebrow in his direction. He motioned towards the uneaten scone on the table next to her with his chin and she rolled her eyes. Silver eyes flashed and she flushed. “Are you in pain, Mr. Malfoy?”
“No.”
“Liar.” Hermione huffed as she broke off a piece of the scone. His eyes were tracking the piece of scone as she held it in between her fingers. She raised her eyebrow at him, holding the scone just in front of her lips in a silent defiance.
He huffed and spoke again. “Fine, it hurts a little.” She popped the broken piece into her mouth with a satisfied smile and his eyes flashed again.
“I will give you some pain potions to take with you. There will be no strenuous activity for at least a few days. Make sure that you are eating and drinking regularly. I would recommend light exercise to get your muscles stretched. Are you having any nightmares?”
Hermione paused and he raised a brow at her. She stared at him, and popped a piece of scone into her mouth with a scowl. “No.”
“Anxiety?”
“No.” Hermione set her scone down, crossing her arms with a glare in his direction. “Not really.”
“Fine. I will send you with Pain Potions, Calming Draught and Dreamless Sleep. Make sure that you are following the dosage correctly. There is to be somebody monitoring your healing constantly. Professor Snape said that Theo Nott will be here shortly to escort you back to the dorms.” She slipped from the room and Draco turned his steely gray eyes onto her.
“That was completely unnecessary and unfair.” His tone was annoyed, gray eyes narrowed at her.
“Well, you did say that last night was very Slytherin to me, I figured that I would fit the role a little better.”
“You taking care of yourself isn’t a bargaining chip I want to play with.” He stood, wincing as he shrugged on a black button up that she had swiped from her stash of stolen clothes. Today, she was wearing his green jumper and her school skirt. Draco was eyeing the inches of her skin that were on display as she unfurled her legs, a flush creeping across her chest. His fingertips were trembling slightly and she slipped her hand over his, closing the buttons carefully. The pale skin beneath was still bandaged and she sighed. Right when she debated about stepping onto her toes and pressing a kiss to his lips the door flung open revealing Pansy and Theo.
Theo was staring at Draco and her with a raised brow and Pansy flung herself across the threshold and into Draco’s arms. He caught her carefully, maneuvering her form onto the side with less cuts and held the back of her head in a gentle cup. “Alright, Parkinson?”
Pansy didn’t speak for a moment, but when she pulled back she swiped quickly at her eyes and turned to Hermione. “Sorry I hugged your boyfriend, but considering you got about twenty hexes off on mine it only seemed fair.”
“Hug him any time that you want, Pans.” The raven haired witch smirked at Hermione and she caught the blond wizard behind Pansy raising a brow.
“I’m sorry, what?” His tone was inquisitive and curious.
“My lovely sister decided to hex Harry Potter, the oh Great Chosen One in the middle of the courtyard.” Theo slung an arm over her shoulder and she rolled her eyes, feeling the pink on her cheeks deepen to at least a crimson.
“It wasn’t twenty. Besides, he deserved it and he knew he did because he didn’t even fight back.” Hermione crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at the Slytherin’s theatrics.
“Yes, well. I also told him that he deserved it for trying to kill my best mate.” Pansy quipped back.
“I think that the both of you might have to leave after divulging that information.” Draco was staring at her with an intensity that had her pressing her thighs together. That was new.
“Oi! That’s my sister.” Theo yanked her tightly to his side and Draco let out a rumbling laugh that made her chest squeeze. She was really feeling a little bit of everything today wasn’t she?
“Alright, alright. Stop it, both of you.” Pansy smacked Theo and Draco on the arm and Draco pretended to be severely wounded before tugging Hermione from Theo’s grasp and against his side.
“Well, I have to at least pretend to escort you to your dorm although I’m sure it doesn’t take a genius to figure out where you will really end up. Bloody hell.” Theo flung the door open and Hermione slipped from Draco’s grasp to grab the bag from Madam Pomfrey containing his potions before he yanked her back to him. It was only when they were halfway through the castle that she realized that he was sweating, leaning onto her shoulders lightly. He took a faltering step before catching himself on the wall. Theo and Pansy had separated at the last staircase, after Draco demanded that Theo bring something for Hermione to eat to the room, seemingly unsatisfied and convinced that she had lost weight. She did, but that wasn’t what mattered right now.
“Draco? You can lean on me some more, you don’t have to pretend that you can make this walk by yourself. I’ve got you.” He snorted, before taking even more weight off of her and gripping the railing to the staircase tightly as they made their way towards her tower. “Or not.”
“I’m not going to have my girlfriend help carry me up a flight of stairs, Granger. I’m perfectly capable.” He growled back at her.
“Oh stop being a git and accept a little bit of help for once, Malfoy. Besides, I’m not just your girlfriend, aren't I technically considered your fiancé or betrothed or whatever the term is.” They were rounding the corner to the hall that led to her tower when he stumbled, and she caught him, his arms caging her against the wall. He was breathing heavily, palms against the stones as he peered down at her. One hand slipped across her jaw, tilting her head up to him. His eyes were light silver, the flames from the sconces flickering across his irises.
“Say it again.” His voice was rough, and she caught herself inhaling sharply at the tone of it.
“Say what again?”
“Say that you’re my fiancé.”
She breathed a laugh, tipping her chin up towards him. “Well, considering we’re still in school I wouldn’t have thought–”
He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder. “Can’t even pretend for the sake of a man in pain?”
“Not about things like that, Draco. If you’re going to call me your fiancé then I want it to be….”
“Not into roleplay are we?” Draco lifted his head, raising a pale eyebrow at her and she felt herself flush. He smirked.
“I wouldn’t know.” She bit her lip, shrugging him off of the wall and helping him the rest of the way to her door. Once inside, she gently deposited him onto her bed and started arranging his potions. Handing him an opened bottle of Pain Relief; receiving a scowl. A few moments later, Theo and Pansy arrived with a tray of food that was definitely nicked from the kitchens.
Theo breathed when he entered the room, dropping his haul onto her desk. “Thank Rowena’s left tit.”
Pansy cackled and dropped onto a chair while Draco glared at her, yanking a bag of crisps from her hands and handing them to Hermione. She opened them without a word and cuddled into the bed, munching. “Theo made me talk to him the entire way up here so he wouldn’t think about the fact that we might burst into the room and find you both half naked.”
“He has been trying to see your…wand for a while now.” Draco choked on a chip and Theo clapped him on the back between the shoulders.
“Fuck, Granger.”
Theo was bright red and glared at Pansy. “The damn witch kept talking about all sorts of different positions and strange role play situations the entire time. I thought that I was going to have to Scourgify my eyes and ears from her talking alone.”
“Well, no roleplay here, Nott. You’re safe.” Hermione kicked Draco lightly and he turned to smirk at her.
“No, what was that?” Pansy stood, yanking Theo from his chair and dragging him towards the door.
“That was our sign to leave before we actually see role play.” Theo was gagging when Pansy shut the door behind them. Hermione stretched, laying her legs over Draco’s lap as he pushed himself carefully against the headboard. He was eyeing the amount of flesh on display before settling his hand respectfully on her calf.
“Does that bother you?”
“What?”
“When I make jokes like that? Or anything? I just…I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable, or cross a boundary. Saying that I realize that we never really set boundaries and I don’t want to unintentionally cross anything and do something–”
“Draco.”
“Yes?” He seemed flustered, pink starting to spread across his cheeks and Hermione suddenly felt very powerful.
“You never make me uncomfortable, let’s just get that out of the way. Second, I don’t really know what boundaries that I have but I know that if I’m ever…wanting to stop I know that you will as soon as I say the word.”
“What will the word be? We should have one, yes?”
Hermione thought for a moment, setting the mostly eaten bag of crisps onto her lap while she pondered. “Hippogriff?”
Draco snorted before smirking at her. “You really should’ve been in Slytherin.”
“Technically, I am in all houses, Mr. Malfoy.” Draco flushed and smiled at her. He reached over, plucking the bag of crisps from her lap before handing them back to her.
“Finish your chips, Ms. Granger.” Hermione flushed, turning her face towards the crisps in her lap. When she was finished she set the empty bag into his hands and drew her finger into her mouth to suck the chip dust from the tips. Draco watched every move and when she lifted her eyes to his, they were dark. He licked his lips, leaning over to brush a stray curl from her face. “Did you finish them all?” She nodded, unable to speak. He leaned in, brushing his lips across her jaw. “Good girl.”
She gasped, stilling beneath his fingers as he smirked against her skin. “Well, I should’ve expected that honestly.”
“What, Granger. Like being told you’re a good girl?” She tilted her head back, desperate for more contact and he brushed his lips against her skin. Her head was nodding against her own accord and he chuckled, the vibration brushing across her vocal chords. “Use your words, Hermione.”
“Y-Yes. I do like that, very much. Ah- Draco!” His hand had slipped over her shirt, brushing against the skin above her breast. He pulled back, a question in his eyes and she nodded. Seconds later his index finger had found its way inside of her shirt, brushing over the soft swell of her breast while molten gray eyes pinned her with their stare. Light lips were parted and he was watching her every reaction as his thumb rolled her nipple between his fingers. She gasped a moan, clutching onto his arm as he continued to caress and tease her breasts until she was panting beneath him, her thighs pressed together in search of a friction that she didn’t know.
“Have you thought about this before?” His voice alone could’ve been her undoing.
“Y-Yes.” A soft brush of lips against her collarbone.
“What have you thought about?”
She flushed, turning her face into her hair as she hid from him. “You, touching me.”
“Where? Show me.” Without looking at him, she guided his hand across her breasts, then down her stomach and settled on the space between her thighs. “You’ve thought of my hand between your legs, Granger?”
“Gods, yes.”
“Show me. Show me what you do to yourself when you’re thinking about me touching you.” Hermione couldn’t disobey his voice and found her hand slipping into her knickers after a moment of hesitation. She was drenched, soaking as she slipped a finger over the swollen bud that was searching for friction. A soft whimper fell from her lips and she closed her eyes, feeling Draco’s eyes on her the entire time. “Gods, you’re perfect. Listen to those sounds that you make. Fuck.”
“Please, Draco.”
“Please what darling? Use your words, tell me what you need from that pretty little mouth of yours.” The calloused pad of a thumb brushed over her lip, tugging it from her teeth softly.
“Touch me, please.” His fingers left her face, trailing down her body slowly as she circled and stroked herself, until she felt his fingers dip beneath her waistband, resting on her hand. She was burning beneath his touch, long fingers stretched over hers as she slipped one inside of herself with a satisfied moan.
“You beg so prettily, love. Let me take care of you.” Then he was brushing his thumb over her clit and she gasped, grabbing onto his forearm as all embarrassment from having his hand between her legs disappeared. His touch lit an inferno and if you asked her she might have thought that somebody had cast Fiendfyre inside of her. Carefully, he slid his fingers over her slit, before she felt his other hand turn her head towards where she knew his face was. “Hermione, look at me.” Her eyes blinked open slowly and he stared at her for a moment, searching her face. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want me to keep going. At any point, I will stop immediately, understand?” She nodded. He closed his eyes, his hand moving away from her and she let out a protesting whimper at the loss of contact. “I need to hear you say it, Granger.”
“I-I understand, Draco. Please.” Without wasting a beat he was back against her core, finger swirling across her clit before carefully dipping inside of her. She gasped, pressing her head into his shoulder before he tilted it back towards him again. He wanted her to look at him but she couldn’t focus. Not with the strange sensation of his finger inside of her, drawing pleasure that lit up every nerve inside of her body. Soon she was writhing and moans were falling from her lips that she had never been able to get before. When he pressed his palm against her clit she fell over a cliff that she didn’t realize she had been standing on. Everything was a blinding white, and when she came back to her body she was barely aware of Draco pressing soft kisses to her cheeks.
“Merlin, you’re beautiful, Hermione.” She leaned into him, pressing her face against his shoulder and barely heard him cast a Scourgify before she was pulled into a deep sleep, Draco’s whisper in her ear as he chuckled into her hair. “I love you, sleep.”