Amortentia
They had continued on like that during his recovery. Draco healing in her bed while she was in class and stealing kisses like he had been promised as per terms of his recovery of course. Curious wandering hands had explored each other in places that neither one had before. He was very fond of her breasts, and she found that he liked it when she swirled her tongue across his nipple. It was addicting, exploring and testing new things about one another that neither of them had done before. Draco loved to whisper praises in her ear and watch as she shattered in his arms, and yet he still distracted her every time that she would try to slip her hand beneath his waistband.
She had just woken up, fingers brushing over the cold of an empty bed when the door opened and she scrambled back just as Draco stepped through. His blonde hair was dripping into his face, bandages long gone to reveal every scattered scar across his chest. She stood quickly, closing the distance between them as she ran her fingers over his skin softly. The door shut behind him, and he stood still, letting her trace every silvery scar that marred his once perfect flesh. He groaned, capturing her hand and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles and she met the silver eyes that were twinkling in the moonlight. Then, his hands were under her armpits, lifting her softly and turning, pressing her against the wall. Hands clasping her thighs as she wrapped them around his waist. A groan fell from his lips and she swallowed it whole, nipping at his lip. “Fuck, Granger.”
Then she was sliding against the wall, yelping in surprise when her legs found his shoulders and she watched him drop to his knees below her. His face was buried beneath her skirt, and she flushed. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if Amortentia tastes as good as it smells.” There was no chance to protest when his tongue swiped at her cunt over her soaked knickers. Her head knocked against the wall loudly as she cursed. The vibration of his chuckle had her cursing again before she was sliding down the wall again and tossed gently on the bed. Then he was between her legs again, sliding her knickers down her thighs.
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She tasted divine.
He was thankful that he decided the bed was softer for her head because he now had the perfect view of her coming undone because of him. He had never done this before, but as soon as he was settled between her legs he was certain that was where he was supposed to be all along. Soft thighs squeezed him tighter and tighter with every lick and suck of her delicious cunt. Every tremble and quake beneath his palms fueled him on more and more like the moans and jumbled words falling from her lips. He stopped suddenly and she whined so prettily in protest as he peeked up at her.
“Remember when you called me Malfoy?”
“Y-Yes, why?”
“I want you to remember what name falls from your lips when you scream, Granger.” Then he leaned forward, capturing the nub between his teeth and nipping lightly. She shattered instantly, and he continued to push a finger in and out of her softly as she screamed on the bed, incoherent moans of his name falling into the silence around them.
Only when she was gently pushing his head away did he stop milking her orgasm and licked the remainder off of his lips while he crawled up her body. Leaning in slowly, he gave her a chance to protest but was surprised when she pulled him down to her, swiping her tongue into his mouth and tasting her on his lips. He wondered if she could taste how sweet she was. That alone had him wanting a cold shower again. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex. That was very clearly the opposite. He just didn’t want to move too fast. And, if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to take more away from her than he already had. Crossing that line was something that she would never be able to take back and as much as it killed him to admit it, if she didn’t want to be with him he would find whatever way he could to let her go. If it meant that she was safe and happy that was really the only thing that he cared about. Pulling away from her, he pressed his forehead against hers and basked in the beautiful sight of her in the moonlight.
She was almost luminescent, hair sprawled out in a halo around her head, auburn curls tempting his fingers to get lost in their maze. Pink flushed and swollen lips curled into a soft smile that was directed at him even though he knew he didn’t deserve it. Honey and caramel eyes staring back at him with a question that he didn’t want to answer. Not right now. He didn’t want to admit to her that he would let her go if that was what she wanted. All she ever had to do was say the word.
He was enraptured. Every fiber of his being belongs to the woman in his arms. She would always have him. “Draco.”
“Mm?”
“I love you. You know that right?” A flutter of fingertips against his cheek. “No matter where we end up, I will always find my way back to you.”
His heart stuttered inside of his chest. “Granger?” She brushed the hair from his forehead. “You know that if this was something that you didn’t ever want, you just have to tell me. I love you enough to let you go if that was ever what you needed.”
She sat up then, pushing against his chest while her brows pulled together in confusion. “Draco.” The fire in her eyes meant that he was about to get a thrashing from his witch. He was too busy caught in the blaze to care. “Do you remember the first time that I met you?”
Draco smiled, the memory pulled to the front of his mind. “Yes. Swotty little thing.” He pouted when she pulled away from his kiss.
“We have always been intertwined, even from before the moment that I stepped foot onto that train. Even since then you had wedged yourself into my heart in a way that I never noticed at first. You keep telling me that you don’t deserve love, that I deserve better everytime that you try to shove me away. But, I’m not going anywhere. There is no getting rid of me. I have learned the names of at least twenty of your ancestors at this point, if that’s not dedication then I don’t know what is.”
Draco stilled, turning to peek at her from under his lashes. “You do not.”
“I do. I studied religiously just in case there was some sort of test that you had to pass in order to somehow be considered a worthy bride for the youngest Malfoy.”
“When did you do that?”
“The same week that you showed me your library for the first time.” His heart stuttered as he pressed his lips to hers.
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He had just started returning to classes, Draco sneaking into her dorm every night even just to hold her. She knew that he hadn’t checked on the Vanishing Cabinet once since being released from the hospital and wondered if he was scared that it was going to work or that it wouldn’t. It was a subject she desperately wanted to bring up but didn't want to burst the bubble they had been floating in.
It was rare for them to be blessed with moments where they weren't worried about surviving. It was towards the end of May when that bubble popped suddenly.
Hermione had been sitting quietly in class, when an airplane managed to nest itself into her hair rudely. She plucked the paper from the unruly curls, glancing around the room to find that nobody was looking at her. When she opened it, she was met with a single line of handwriting, written in Harry’s loopy scrawl.
Hermione, I’m sorry.
She rolled her eyes, tucking the airplane into her textbook and turning her attention back towards Professor Slughorn who gave her a peculiar look. After a few moments another airplane landed in her lap and she huffed, tucking it into her textbook without opening it. By the end of class, she had collected a total of six airplanes, only one of which had been opened and read. When class ended, she abruptly headed towards the library, mumbling under her breath as she went until she was tucked into her safe place and yanked the parchments from her textbook.
Hermione, I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
The pain in her chest constricted, and she closed her eyes, taking a steadying breath before unfolding the next one.
Honestly, I am terrified of you after the courtyard. Even though it was definitely deserved.
A laugh bubbled up from her lips, tears forming in her eyes.
Please. I need you. I miss you.
Please respond and say that you’ll meet me in your spot in the library after class.
Her heart shattered as her eyes scanned over the last letter, the sentence scrawled against the watermarked parchment.
Hermione….you promised you’d never leave…and now I feel like I can’t breathe because I am terrified of losing you..
“I’m terrified of losing you and I am a massive git who deserved every hex that you gave me. I’m sorry, I truly never meant to harm him. I didn’t…that’s a lie. I meant to harm him, but I didn’t mean to almost kill him. I’m sorry. I’m so bloody sorry that I know saying it isn’t enough to convince you that I am.” Hermione’s head snapped up to where Harry stood, hands in his pockets and staring at the ground. His glasses were askew, black hair in all different directions and clothes typically rumpled. It made her heart hurt. She missed him, desperately. Yet, when she closed her eyes at night all she could see was him standing over Draco with wide eyes and his wand pointed at the man she loved while he bled all over her hands.
She swallowed. “I’m not going anywhere, Harry. I just…I needed, I need some time.” It came out a whisper, betraying how she felt. The fear that gripped itself so tightly onto her that she sometimes wondered if it would ever let go. When would the fear let go? Would it ever? It seemed that was all she felt now…it had woven itself into her so deeply she wondered if it would ever leave. It probably never would.
There was much to fear in this life after all.
His green eyes met hers, portraying the same fear swirling in their depths as he regarded her, head cocked slightly to the side before he nodded. When he turned to go, shoulders dropped in defeat, his name slipped past her lips before she could stop herself. “Harry?” She was thankful that he didn’t turn back towards her, and she whispered her confession to his back tucked in between the shelves. “I’m sorry too.”
After he had long gone, and the sconces fluttered off, she blinked the tears from her eyes, rising to shove her books into her bag. She walked back to her room in a trance, her fingertips hovering over the doorknob but before she could turn it completely her door swung open to reveal Draco. Gray eyes flitted over her, resting on her face before tugging her wordlessly into his arms and kicking the door shut. They didn’t say anything as she cried into his chest, hands slowly stroking her hair before he tucked them both into the bed. “Do you want to talk about it, darling?”
She contemplated, instead burying her nose into his neck as she shook her head. “No, not really.”
“What do you need?”
To not be in this war–to not have everybody she loved be in this war. For everybody around her to stop sacrificing pieces of themselves. She needed everybody to be safe. She needed…”Can you just hold me? Please?”
“Always, Granger.” His nose burrowed into her hair as he squeezed her tightly against his chest. “Always.”
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Draco had his mouth pressed against her breast and she was arching off the bed in a way that she used to be embarrassed of, as words tumbled from her lips. “Please, gods please Draco.”
Gray eyes lifted to hers and he licked his lips, pressing soft kisses against her chest. “What do you need, darling? Use your words.”
She growled and he chuckled against her skin, the vibrations fluttering against her skin and she threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling his lips from her skin. “Please, Draco. I-I want to, please.”
His brows furrowed before lifting himself from against her, staring into her eyes. “You want to…are you sure?”
She nodded furiously. “Yes, please. I want to. I want you.” He stared at her long enough for her face to flush with embarrassment, sitting up and tugging her shirt over herself. “I mean, if you don’t want to–I’m sorry. That was stupid of me–” Gray eyes watched her, laying his hands over hers as she scrambled to close the buttons on her shirt. She refused to meet his eyes until his hands pressed against her cheeks, lifting her face to meet his.
“Hermione.” She closed her eyes, exhaling a shaky breath. “I want to, I want to so badly…” He closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath before a groan fell from his lips, pressing his forehead against hers. “Let me…let me do this properly, please?”
“What..what do you mean?”
He pulled back from her, pulling her into his lap after attempting to discreetly adjust himself, and she tucked her head under his chin. “I want to..Granger I’ve already taken so much from you. You were forced into a betrothal–” He cut her off, pressing a finger to her lips as she opened them to argue. “Which I know, you’ve told me that you aren’t upset about, but I still took something from you. You were forced into being a bloody informant and seeing the fucking Dark Lord in order to save yourself and my family. Let’s also throw in the fact that at an attempt to keep you safe, you almost fucking died at Nott Manor and the point is, Hermione.”
He was silent for a moment, his head tilted back against the wall, fingers trailing circles across her spine and she waited patiently, biting back her retort until he finished what it was he wanted to say. The words were hanging between them unsaid and she wondered what they were.
“The point is, that I don’t want to take that choice from you. We have been fooling around and doing things that I love doing, but I wanted to make sure that when–if–we took that next step it was because you wanted to. Not because you felt like you had to. I want to make it something special for you, I want to make sure that it’s something that…I want it to be special, Granger.” He exhaled, gray eyes pinning her with the weight of his words and she inhaled, turning to sit on his lap and snaked her fingers through his hair.
“Draco, everything that you have ever done is to ensure that I am safe, whole, alive. You…I said I wanted to because I do. I want to do this with you. I want to take this next step with you. With you, Draco.” He let out a stuttered breath, and she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “We don’t know where we’re going to end up, or if the both of us are even going to make it out of this alive.” His eyes opened suddenly, and she pressed her finger to his mouth the same way he did to her. “I want to make sure that the moments that we have with one another now aren’t stolen, or desperate in the middle of trying to stay alive. I want to do this because it was our choice, because we wanted to. Because we chose this, together.”
Draco nodded, leaning in to kiss her softly. “I agree. With all of it except the fact that we don’t know whether or not we’ll make it out of here alive. Regardless of where I end up, Granger. You better make it out of all of this….”
“Where you go, I go. I would search for you in the afterlife, Draco. I would search for you in the stars. Wherever I wind up, in this life or the next, I will be looking for you.” She whispered it against his lips as his fingers tangled into her hair, pressing her against him.
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Hermione opened her eyes to the faint smell of roses. It had been three days since she had told Draco that she wanted to take the next step in their relationship. He had been clear that he wanted to do something special for her. When he managed to persuade her into bed early that night, she didn’t think anything of it until she blinked her eyes open to find her bed covered in red and white roses, the thorns removed as they were scattered across the bed. She gasped, sitting up as a smile pulled on the corner of her lips. Her eyes fell on a piece of parchment folded on Draco’s pillow. Her fingers brushed over his scrawled, slanted handwriting.
Red roses are given as a symbolism of love, white roses for innocence. Here is the next clue: Forget me Nott.
Hermione snorted, tugging herself out of bed not bothering to change out of Draco’s sweater and her muggle leggings. She scrambled across the hallway to Theo’s room, knocking gently on the door as he opened it with a smile. “Honestly, it was a rather stupid clue so he gets no points of creativity from me.” She smiled holding her hand out expectantly with a white rose, and red already waiting in the other hand. He smirked, handing over the Forget-Me-Not and the parchment along with it. “I really don’t want to know what I am helping with but, I love you.”
“Theodore if you don’t close the door and come back to bed I promise I will hex whoever is there.”
Hermione’s eyes widened at the sound of Blaise’s voice and she watched Theo’s cheeks flush scarlet. He cleared his throat, shutting the door slowly after he pressed a chaste kiss on her cheek–barely catching his response before it clicked shut. “I would have to kill you if you ever raised your wand to my sister, love.”
Her eyes flitted down towards the paper in her hand and she brushed her fingers over the petals of the charmed flower before unfolding the piece of parchment.
A horrid clue, I am aware, don’t laugh too much at my horrible play on words. I bet you’re smiling that wonderful smile I love so much. You’ll find your next flower with the person who belongs in a bouquet themselves.
She rolled her eyes, tucking the piece of parchment into her pocket–thankful that this particular pair had pockets that she charmed into them–and made her way to Pansy’s door. Knocking, she didn’t receive a response and for a moment wondered if she was at the wrong person's door. But that didn’t make sense, unless he was referring to Daphne, she was beautiful and definitely belonged in a bouquet but Draco had made it clear on multiple different occasions that she was the only person he saw. Pansy was the one whose name quite literally meant what she was searching for–a flower. Lost in her thoughts, the sound of footsteps barreling towards her had her whirling around. Pansy was running up the stairs, panting as she clutched desperately onto an Orchid.
“Sorry, Granger. I was…well. I was busy, anyways here’s your flower. Shit.” Her eyes widened while she frantically patted her pockets. “I don’t suppose you want to take a quick detour to Potter’s room, would you?” Hermione squeaked and Pansy shook her head. “Didn’t think so, anyways. Your next clue will lead you to Slughorn's classroom–not sure what it said but I just know that’s where you’re supposed to go.”
Hermione clung onto the Orchid and nodded, cheeks flushed as Pansy looped her arm through hers. They walked quietly down the corridors until she was left standing in front of Slughorn’s classroom, Daphne leaning against the wall with a stalk of Lavender falling from her fingertips. Hermione reached out, accepting it and adding it to her growing bouquet as Daphne and Pansy looped arms, leaving her in the hallway with the parchment that she unfolded.
I suspect that Pansy might have forgotten her note if she was still where she was when I left your last flower, thankfully I told her where you would need to go and I promise that you aren’t missing out on another romantic note; it was blank. I know how wonderfully poetic of me. Anyways, you’re probably wondering why I brought you to Slughorn’s classroom, and it goes along with your flower. You asked me what I smelled in the Amortentia and you’ve always smelled like Lavender and Parchment…you’ll find the last clue that will lead you to me in the place I suspect the second associated smell comes from.
She turned, instantly heading towards the library, knowing that it was closed only to find Harry waiting for her with his Invisibility Cloak in hand. He smiled shyly at her, holding his arm out towards her and she stared at him for a moment. They stayed like that for a few minutes, his hand outstretched in a silent peace offering of an invisibility cloak before she reached for it, stepping towards him. Carefully, she accepted it and draped it over her watching him through the strange fabric knowing that she disappeared. She stood there for a moment, watching him before she stepped forwards, wrapping her arms around his waist and tucking her head against his chest. He startled, before gently wrapping his arms around her, and as she pulled away he whispered into the empty space.
“I love you, Hermione. No matter what. I want you to know that.”
She couldn’t reply, couldn’t tell him that she loved him too and instead slipped into the library heading to her favorite place and smiled when she saw the flower lying on their table. Next to it, was a parchment whose words appeared the moment her fingers touched the paper.
Jasmine represents loyalty. Find me in the place where hidden things go, and where you proved your loyalty by ensuring that everybody involved was safe.
She spun, taking off through the halls with her flowers clutched carefully against her chest and skidded to a halt in front Draco whose head snapped up at the sound of her footsteps. Carefully, he stepped forwards, a flower dangling from his hand as he reached out and gently tugged the cloak from her head. He looked far more put together than she did; his typical aristocratic dress shirt and pants, his light hair almost angelic in the firelight. For a moment she felt self conscious as the cloak slipped from her head, revealing the slept on unruly curls, dressed casually in the same thing he saw her go to bed in and clutching a bouquet of flowers tightly against her chest. He smiled, holding a hand out to her after scooping up the cloak from the floor and draping it over his other arm.
“Hello, beautiful.” She flushed, reaching out to take his hand and he pulled her gently towards him, snaking an arm around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her. “I never told you what the other thing that I smelled was in my Amortentia, did I?”
She shook her head, unable to form words as he carefully held the honeysuckle between them, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “Honey?”
He nodded, leaning in to kiss her softly again. “Do you know what honeysuckles represent?” The sweet scent of the flower made its way into her senses and she closed her eyes, breathing it in, and breathing Draco in. The smell of apples tingling her nose. She shook her head, blinking her eyes open at him and he brushed his fingers along the flower. “They represent the connection between two hearts, the bonds of love. You have my heart, Granger. You have every single piece of me. No matter what, I just want you to know that you are already entwined so deeply in my soul, Hermione.”
His fingers were gently brushing against her cheek now and Hermione stepped onto her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips. It started out gentle, slow, and then her tongue slipped into his mouth and he groaned, clutching her to his chest as his fingers brushed against her waist. They pulled away panting and he smirked, stepping away from her, before he paced in the hallway three times, and she watched still in awe of the castle’s magic as the door appeared in front of them. Draco turned to her, his gray eyes bright when he reached for her hand, murmuring quietly. “Close your eyes, Granger.”
She obliged, letting him pull her softly through the door. The smell of vanilla and candles instantly enveloped her as she stepped through the door, and she was vaguely aware of Draco’s fingers trembling slightly against hers. Carefully, she felt her bundle of flowers slip from her fingers and she stood still, eyes closed before the feel of his soft fingers against her cheeks had her wanting to open them. “Can I open my eyes now?”
“Yes.” She did slowly, fluttering her lashes open and gasping. The room was beautiful, a large window that reflected a moonlit garden that she vaguely realized was a close visual to the one from her room at the manor. She stepped forwards, Draco’s hands tucked into his pockets and she could feel his eyes on her as she took everything in. Her fingers brushed over the large bookcase on one end of the wall, stocked full of books. A large four poster bed sat against the far wall, another thing slightly resembling the one from her room at the Manor. Cream sheets with cream colored pillows, red rose petals scattered across the bed and the floor, the light flickering of candles that were spread across the room. She turned back around towards Draco, who was watching her with rapt attention. He swallowed, and opened his mouth as if to say something, his tongue coming out to swipe at his bottom lip. She smiled at him, and his whole face lit up in response. Her flowers were now in a vase, set carefully beside the bed that she was backing towards now, her gaze still locked on Draco.
He watched her, before carefully taking a step towards her, his hands still trapped firmly in his trousers. Hermione reached towards him, her hand pressed against his chest as she stepped into him. She reached up, slipping her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips to his. It was measured, slow, careful, as his hands found their way to her waist. She backed up with him, his feet following after her until the backs of her knees touched the bed. His hands found their way to her face, cradling her with a gentleness that had her sighing into his lips. He pulled back carefully, whispering against her lips. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to think that you’re obligated simply because I did all of this. I–”
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up and kiss me.” He chuckled against her before slamming his lips to hers, fingertips squeezing her jaw as she fell back onto the bed. He followed after her, catching himself above her with his hand beside her head. Her hands slipped from his neck running over his shoulders, and down his torso, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. His body shifted, pulling back from her as he stood in front of her, while she was sprawled out on the bed and he stared at her. She swallowed, her eyes meeting his and sat up, gently pulling the sweater over her head.
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Draco was staring at her as he finished undoing the buttons on his shirt. She sat up suddenly, her honey brown eyes filled with a steely determination as she pulled the dark green jumper over her head. Auburn curls cascaded down her back, free from the confines of the fabric. He had seen her naked plenty of times, in different circumstances; yet as she slowly slipped from her clothes he found that none of them compared to now. Each of them were significant enough to halt his breath in his throat, the beauty of her body stealing the breath straight from his lungs. She was exquisite.
Perfect breasts captured by the black cups of her bra, the purple curse across her fair skin. The locket tucked between her breasts had him wishing suddenly that it was the only thing she was wearing. Curls tumbled over her shoulders, falling over her chest. Her fingers found the hem of her leggings and he swallowed, mouth suddenly dry at the idea of her removing her pants. HIs hands covered hers, carefully pulling the fabric from her skin, and pressing a kiss against the bone of her ankle as soon as she was free of them. Hermione was staring at them with molten eyes, fire igniting in their depths. His fingers clasped around her ankle, as he draped it over his shoulder, dropping to his knees. Trailing his fingers up her leg until they were underneath her hips, and carefully yanking her towards his face. She gasped, falling back onto her elbows, as he slipped his fingers under the fabric of her knickers. “Granger, I just want to remind you….I am more than capable of buying you a thousand pairs.”
She looked confused for a second until he pulled, breaking the fabric at her hips and tearing the garment from her skin. Her cunt was on full display, glistening in the light from the candles and he licked his lips in anticipation. She always tasted divine. Slowly, he leaned forwards, his gray eyes locked on hers as his tongue swiped over her, swirling in circles like he knew by now that she likes over her clit. She fell back onto the bed, hands finding their way into his hair, tugging gently. He gripped her hips tighter, spreading his fingers across the expanse of her hips. The sounds falling from her lips spurred him on until he knew that she was on the edge, then carefully nipped gently on the swollen bud, lapping at her as she came on his tongue.
Her screams echoed around the room in a way that she never did in her dorm room. His name fell from her lips and he swore that if he wasn’t already on his knees that he would have fallen completely at her mercy; devoting every breath in worship to her. “Please, please Draco. Please.”
Croaking out a response, he lifted his head to look at her. “You’re so beautiful when you beg, Granger.”
She groaned, tugging on his hair and he stood, letting her hands fall against her legs. Keeping eye contact he shrugged his shirt from his shoulders, draping it over the plush chaise at the end of the bed next to the fireplace. When he had come here, he had a specific idea in mind of what he wanted. The room had gone above and beyond, Draco had always imagined that they would be doing this for the first time in the Manor. Every dream, no matter what the situation–it was always her. It had always been her. In any variation, since he was younger. She had always been the center of his first fantasy and every one after. He had been hers since the moment that he met her on that train.
Her eyes were fixed on him as he unbuttoned his trousers, stepping out of them until he was only in his briefs. A flush spread out across his cheeks when she licked her lips in anticipation. He had seen every inch of her before, but she hadn’t seen more than his top half. Excluding him sleeping in boxers, her hand had slipped down the front of his trousers more than once, but she hadn’t actually seen him. Draco was selfish with the things that were his, an only child; and he wanted to covet her reaction, to keep it as a memory that he wouldn’t dare give up. Her brown eyes widened and she swallowed, meeting his eyes. Slowly, he walked towards her, climbing over her as he slowly laid kisses on every inch of her skin until she was squirming beneath him.
“Beautiful.” A kiss to her inner thigh. “Deserve to be worshiped.” A nip to her hip. “Better than any fantasy that I could’ve conjured in my mind.” A lick to her stomach. “I love you, I love you.” He captured a nipple in between his teeth and she gasped, running her fingers into his hair.
“Gods, Draco. Please. Please. Just love me please.” Her whimpers made him growl against her skin, pulling away to meet her face. She was panting, pink lips parted and eyes a warm caramel while her hair spilled out in a halo around her. She was glowing in the candlelight, and his heart stuttered in his chest. When her arm pulled back, he knew that it was still glamoured, and gently pulled it into his hands. He pressed a kiss to the place he knew her scar was, whispering against her skin.
“Take it off Granger, I don’t want you to hide an inch from me.”
“But…it’s..”
“Hermione.” He leaned closer, brushing his fingertips over her jaw. “I love every single inch of you. I always have. No matter what scars we obtain..” He pressed her fingertips over the scars littering his chest. “Nothing will ever make me view you differently.”
She was quiet when she spoke, timid and unlike herself as insecurity laced her voice. “Do you promise?”
“I would make an Unbreakable Vow if you asked me to, Granger.” She nodded, releasing the glamor from her arm and he watched the word show up on her arm. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips against every letter that was carved into her skin. Then he turned to catch her honey eyes glittering in the candlelight. “Are you sure? Are you sure that you want to do this?”
Hermione growled, pulling his lips to hers before her hand slid to the front of his briefs, slipping beneath the waistband. He inhaled sharply against her lips and she sucked it in between her teeth. “Malfoy. I have never been more sure about anything in my life. Please.”
He nodded, slipping from his briefs and hovering above her, poised at her entrance. Her warmth teased the tip of him and he let out a breath between his teeth. Refocusing his hand found her cheek as he tipped her chin up. Then he remembered the stories he had overheard in the common room, what Pansy had said to him when he asked her–embarrassingly–for advice. “It’s probably going to hurt, alright? I need you to talk to me, tell me what you want. I will stop if you say so, alright?”
“Yes. Hippogriff, got it.” She murmured against his skin and he shook his head, a laugh escaping. Carefully, he slid into her, hissing as warmth enveloped him.
“Fuck.” Slowly, he entered her, Hermione clutching onto his shoulders, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her eyes pinched shut. “Alright?”
“Yes, just keep going.” Her voice was strained, and he fought against every instinct to stop if only to keep from hurting her. He felt when he had seated himself almost completely, resistance and she nodded when he parted his lips to ask. With a final thrust, he was fully inside of her, holding himself up on trembling arms as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Terrified to move, he stayed completely still until she smacked his shoulder motioning for him to move. So he did, losing himself in a slow rhythm as he thrust into her over and over. Soon she was cooing, making a noise that he had never heard tumble from her throat before, and when he reached between them, swirling a thumb across her she shattered, squeezing him so delightfully that he followed after her. When he had collapsed next to her, panting against her shoulder, he carefully withdrew watching as she winced. He drew his hand down, massaging her hips and legs before flicking his wand, casting a scourgify on the both of them. The blanket had spots of blood and he flicked his wand, vanishing it before she could see. Carefully, he helped her to her feet suddenly realizing that he liked the idea of him dripping between her legs. She clutched onto his arm, wincing slightly as he led her towards the small bathroom that was off to the left of the window.
The room didn’t fail to surprise him.
Once inside, he started a warm bath, filling it with bubbles and she smiled at him from behind the curtain of her hair. Carefully tipping her head up, he watched a shy smile pull at the corners of her lips. “Alright, Granger?” She nodded, leaning into his chest.
“I’m alright, Malfoy.” He smirked, helping her into the bath before crawling in behind her, her back pressed against his chest.
“Malfoy, is it?”
“Mmm.” It seemed as if all of his words were lost to her as his fingers massaged her scalp, gently putting the soap into her hair and untangling the curls. She hummed, leaning back against him and he pressed a kiss to her temple. “I love you, Draco.”
“I love you, Hermione.”