November 6th, 1999
Draco watched her from the doors to the library.
Watched the way Granger moved her muggle pen between her lips, the very same pen Draco had made a rude remark about at the beginning of their eight year, to which Granger had only chuckled, shook her head, before she had produced a second pen, identical to hers, placed it into Draco's hesitant hand, and told him to give it a try before he said anything else to her.
Draco wasn't sure how to go about telling Granger that the ink in his pen was completely out, and that he was very much interested in getting another pen. Or a dozen. He was sure that they'd be put to good use.
He also wasn't sure how to process the fact that he'd managed to gather enough guts last week to ask her to join him for a mug of pumpkin juice in Hogsmeade this very chilly Saturday morning. Although, he hoped she liked her juice hot during this time of the year.
They'd agreed on walking there instead of taking a carriage, and he was glad for it. It would take them well over an hour, and Draco was very much interested in getting her undivided attention for the whole duration of their walk.
Praying that his heart would stop it's rather enthusiastic thrumming sooner rather than latter, Draco smiled despite himself when he saw her head lift up, her sweet eyes immediately spotting him by the doors. They had planned to meet by her Head Girl dorm, well, rather, Ginerva Weasleys Head Girl dorm, seeing as Granger had declined the title and the job that came with it, and it had been passed on to the Weaslet, who only took the title under the condition that Granger stay in the second room in the Head Girl dorm.
Draco didn't budge from his spot, even if he wanted to meet her halfway and, well, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He couldn't hug her. Could he? Not if he wanted to remain some dignity. Granger was just a friend.
A friend who made his heart beat at an alarming rate whenever his eyes drifted towards her, who made his breath get lost somewhere between his mind spiraling from the fact that she'd accepted his lame apology and that she treated him like someone worthy of her attention. Right. Just a friend who made his cock swell with needy want every time she'd brush her arm accidently against him while showing him what she was working on at the moment.
He prayed to Salazar that Granger didn't see him swallow hard, trying to moisten his throat when she approached him, a curious smile making him want to fuck every resolve and just fucking kiss her. Once. Just to know what she tastes like.
"I thought we were meeting by the dorms." She told him as a way of a greeting, her eyes looking him up and down.
That's right Granger, I'm all dressed and ready to go. Draco thought, wondering what she saw when she looked at him like that. Did she like him in all black?
He'd overheard her and Weaslet, once, by accident, or so he told himself. He had walked into the library a couple of weeks ago, hopping to see Granger at her usual table, a textbook open and forgotten on the desk in front of her as she enthusiastically read one of her muggle books. He did find her there, but no books in sight, and instead Weaslet and Granger were huddle together, chuckling merrily amongst themselves. He should have left, Gods, if Draco was a better man, he would have left, but as it is, his interest was piqued when Weaslet, a little too loud in his opinion had said, as a matter of fact, 'Say what you will, but even back then he'd looked bloody hot.' Draco couldn't see their faces, but he'd seen the way Granger nodded her head, and he'd instantly wondered who they'd been talking about. 'I think it was just the black suit he wore in sixth year. Even when he looked like a ghost of himself, the black suite made him look rather good.' Granger offered, sounding a little tipsy. Had they been drinking? Weaslet shook her head and leaned closer to Granger, 'Like in some of the muggle romance books. All dark and gloomy, but completely fuckable. Gods, why did he have to be such a miserable twat back then.'
Draco didn't have to be a genius to figure out who'd they been talking about. At least he hoped he'd gotten the right person. And he knew for a fact that had been the moment he'd decided to give this a chance. To invite her to a date, well, he didn't specify that they were going on a date, but what else could it be when it would just be the two of them, getting drinks. Alone.
"Draco?" Draco blinked, scolding himself instantly when he saw Granger give him a worried look. How long did he blank out for?
"Huh?"
"I asked if you're okay if we stop by the dorm so I can drop this," Granger waved her book around, "off and grab a coat?"
Right. Draco smiled at her, unsure of what else to do. "Lead the way Granger." He didn't miss the weird look she gave him. And honestly, he didn't blame her. He probably sounded like an idiot to her.
Granger moved past him, and Draco turned to follower her. They didn't make small talk, and he was fine with that.
It took them all of eight minutes to come up to the stairs that led to her dorm, and Draco realized all too late the moment Granger had stopped walking and turned towards him, only for Draco to walk into her.
He grabbed her elbows to steady her and took a step back, biting a smile when he saw her flushed cheeks. He hoped his face didn't reciprocate hers.
"You always stop so abruptly?" He didn't mean for it to come out teasing, but the nervous chuckle that escaped her flared something inside him. Oh, did he like when he made her nervous. And not in the kind where she was in danger nervous, but the kind where she looked everywhere but at him, her flushed cheeks gaining even more color, her breathing becoming labored.
Draco smiled again and fought the urge to brush a stray curl from her face. "Granger." He said it softly, doing his best not to scare her away.
Granger looked up at him them, leveling him with a determined gaze. "Ginny isn't here."
Draco blinked at her, not getting what she means by that. "And? Was she supposed to be our escort to Hogsmeade or something?"
Granger chuckled a little nervously at that, tensing in his hold. Gods, he didn't even realize that he still had a hold of her elbows. "No, I mean, she isn't here. In the castle. Harry got his first weekend off and she's spending it with him."
Draco nodded, processing the information. Was she saying what he thought she was? But...no. No, there was no way she was inviting him to her dorm.
"Granger, if you want to go join your friends, we can go to Hogsmeade another weekend." Draco told her, swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn't want her to go. To leave him. If Potter was off, then maybe the ginger prat was off too, and Draco didn't want to even imagine Granger, his Granger being alone for even a moment with Weasley.
Granger shook her head, smiling at him like he'd just made the funniest joke known to mankind. "As much as I'd like to see Harry, that isn't what I'm saying. I want...God, unless I've misread the whole situation, then, I'm sorry."
Draco sucked in a breath, doing his best to hide the relief that she didn't want to leave him. He took a step closer to her, feeling something primal snap inside him. "Then what are you saying Granger?" He needs to hear it from her. That she wants him to come up with her.
If it were even possible, Granger flushed a deeper red, swallowing hard before taking in a long breath. "Would you like to come up with me? It would be a shame to let a place with privacy go to waste. We can go to Hogsmeade another Saturday, if you'd like. Or we can go now, I don't..."
Draco smirked for all but a second before his lips were on hers, his arms snaking dangerously tenderly around her waist. Like she'd disappear any second and he'd wake up in his bed, alone, the day yet to start. Granger murmured something against his lips before her lips parted, and she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it gently.
Draco's cock had already swelled, the moment he'd touched her, and it wasn't making it any easier when she released his lip and their tongues swirled together, soft and explorative at first.
He felt like his whole life of wondering about the witch from his school, nights spent trying to convince himself that Hermione Granger didn't see him in the same way he saw her. That not in a million years, a million lifetimes, would there ever be a moment where she'd let him touch her arm, let alone let him feel what it was like to kiss her.
Yet here they were, Draco moving to lean against a wall, while keeping her pressed firmly against him, his mouth claiming hers in a way that would make her think twice about ending the kiss. Hell, about kissing anyone that wasn't Draco Malfoy ever again.
Granger keened with lust filled approval when his hands moved over her ass, and he picked her up, letting her straddle his waist.
He wasn't going to let her perfectly empty dorm room go to waist, as she'd said earlier. And he wasn't going to stop until she tells him too.
Draco walked them up the stairs, having to stop every few seconds to regain his balance and make sure his knees don't give in when Granger moved her lips to his neck, sucking and kissing and Gods, he'd never had someone go at his neck with such enthusiasm. He'd have to return the favor and mark her from top to bottom with his lips and teeth.
Coming to the door, Granger managed to whisper the password. Draconis.
Draco gulped, something akin to primal and downright animalistic possessiveness flared through him. He'd have to remember later to ask who came up with their password. He had a feeling it might be Weaslet, playing on Granger's feelings.
Although a part of him hopped it was Granger.
They stumbled into a modest living room with a small kitchen that was designed for making tea and nothing else. A comfortable looking couch sat in front of a large fireplace, with a coffee table in the middle. And shelves filled with books, and posters of Quidditch teams lining the walls above the shelves. Draco didn't have time to look around more when Granger claimed his mouth again, their kiss turning frantic with lust.
There were two doors on each end, and Draco didn't have to wonder for long which one was Grangers when she murmured left, and he set off towards it.
A large enough bed to fit the two of them comfortably set in the middle of the room, and Draco wasn't surprised to see more books lying on Granger's window seal and her desk.
Granger got to her feet, and it took all of Draco's willpower to not let her undress him.
He wanted to make this moment special. As special as she was to him. He wanted her to know that this was more than just getting their sexual tension out for him.
There would be plenty of times for that, if he had anything to say about it.
And he did. Because Draco Malfoy wasn't the sharing type. Not when it came to the witch that he'd been head over heels for hell knows how long. Since fourth year, if he had to guess. But even then, he knew that was a lie. She'd caught his attention the moment he'd met her in their first year, and she'd never know how sorry he was for not telling her sooner.
And if Granger didn't want anything to do with him after this, he'd make dame sure to make today memorable.
He let her get him out of his coat, and then caught her hands, gently wrapping them around his waist.
Granger looked up at him, her eyes shining with want and need that he knew all too well and he kissed her gently, smiling like he'd won the Quidditch cup.
"Do you think we're making a mistake?" Draco shook his head at her, not wanting her to doubt herself.
"The only mistake we'll be making is if we don't see where this takes us." He told her, wanting to take her right here and now, but managing to slow his racing mind. He doesn't want her to ever think of them as a mistake. "I've waiting far too long to show you just how bloody mad I am about you Granger." She smiled at him brighter, and he swore in his head. How the fuck did she always manage to look more beautiful by the minute was beyond him.
Granger claimed his lips in a maddeningly slow kiss, and he let her, not understanding how he'd spent half his life not feeling her plump lips against his, her tongue molding perfectly with his.
He moved his hands to her sides, sliding them just under the hem of her sweater. Her skin, warm to touch, was enough to send him over the edge alone. Draco broke the kiss, moving his head to her ear. "Tell me you want this. That you want me. Tell me that you want me to do everything I've only dreamt of doing to you. Doing with you."
Please.
Granger cupped his face in her palms then, leveling his gaze with hers. Soft brown eyes that looked like the sweetest honey in the sunlight looked at him with all the answers to his every question. He could see it in her gaze, the want, the bloody lust that drove to lonely nights filled with Draco's cock fisted in his hand, her face just behind his closed eyelids. He could see the caution of who they were, who they are, being thrown to the wind when he looked at her.
Granger brushed her lips against his. "I've never wanted anything more in my life then to be with you Draco."
That was all he needed to hear for the last bit of control that was fighting to stay afloat to abandon him completely. His smile could rival that of the muggle Devil himself, and he wasn't one bit sorry for it. Draco pulled her sweater over her head, his cock twitching at the sight of her dark green bra. He kissed her lips, and moved to her neck, sucking and kissing, grazing his teeth at every point until he found the spots that made his witch keen with sinful approval.
Minutes passed, long and heated minutes before he helped Granger remove his sweater, his lips clashing with hers again.
Granger moaned when her breasts brushed against his chest, and he didn't need to be told what to do. Unclasping the bra, he let it fall to the ground.
Picking her up again, Draco carried her to her bed, laying her down before he hovered above her, his eyes wondering all over her exposed chest.
She was perfection if perfection could be described by a person.
"Merlin Granger, if I knew what was hiding underneath all that clothing, I wouldn't have waited this long." She chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. Sending warm shivers up his spine. He hadn't seemed to have stopped smiling from the moment she'd started her little ramble about her empty dorm downstairs, and he wasn't sorry for it.
He leaned down and grazed her lips with his, moving down to her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. He wanted to memorize every inch of her.
Draco moved to one breast, her nipples hard and welcoming against his lips. Granger moved, unable to keep still when he sucked a nipple gently between his lips, and he smirked with pride when she tried to speak, but only a muffled sound came from her. He licked, and sucked, his tongue moving over her nipple before he moved to the other, his hand taking place where his mouth had just been.
Granger was breathing heavily, her body responding in kind to him. Draco moved from her breasts and kissed down to her stomach, licking just under the band of her jeans. Without hesitation, he moved up wanting to see her face when he voiced his question.
"Have you ever had anyone eat you out Granger?" He was rewarded with a horrified expression that turned a dark shade of crimson withing seconds. She shook her head and his smile could rival that of the Chesire Cats. He kissed her neck then, moving towards her ear. "It'll be my pleasure to show you what you've been missing then, sweetheart."
Draco didn't give her time to respond, and moved down to undo her jeans, kissing every inch of her exposed legs until her pants were off, and he was kissing just about every inch under the waistband of her knickers.
"Draco." It took him a second to hear his own name through the beating drum in his ears, and he looked up, meeting Grangers eyes. He raised a brow at her, placing a languid kiss on her stomach. Granger said his name again, this time with more desperation and he stopped, giving her his full attention. He expected her to protest, maybe she wasn't ready for this. They didn't have to do anything. Right? He could handle just being with her. Just kissing her felt like a dream.
Granger smiled at him deviously and he swallowed at the sight. "You're being a tease." She told him smugly and Draco swallowed, shaking his head in approval. He liked when girls weren't scared of being honest.
Draco winked at her and hooked his fingers in the sides of her knickers, pulling them down. He smiled to himself, feeling the excitement radiate through his body when he looked at her. She was perfect in every way, wasn't she? But who was he to complain?
He moved his hands between her legs and spread them wider for him before he buried his face in her cunt. Gods, did he want to memorize the sound that escaped her when he licked between her folds for the first time. He felt her fingers in his hair, and moaned in approval when she moved against him. He licked again, delving his tongue in this time and was rewarded with the sweetest of sounds.
Draco fucked her with his tongue, deciding that this won't be the first and last time he got to taste her. He could spend endless nights doing this.
Granger started murmuring soft appraisals while he flicked his tongue in and out, moving one hand to kneed a breast.
She was coming undone in minutes, and Draco rode her through her high, slowing down his movements.
He didn't realize that she was pulling him up until her tongue was in his mouth. It was hot in her room, he realized. Too hot for the fact that he still had his pants on.
Draco broke the kiss when he felt Grangers hands undoing his pants and moved a hand to stop her. He didn't want her to feel like she owed him anything.
"We have plenty of time for that later love." He whispered against her lips, but Granger shook her head, moving his hands away.
"I want this." He swallowed. "I want you inside me."
Draco looked at her, really looked at her. If she was a virgin, he didn't know if he'd be able to take it slow with her right now. His cock was begging to be inside her, to feel how tight she is. He didn't want to hurt her.
As if being able to see inside his head, Granger shook her head, smiling unsurely at him. "I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're worried about. You're not going to hurt me Draco."
He breathed in, the control he was able to regain wavering. He helped her get his pants and boxers off.
He didn't think about anything but the fact that it felt like coming home when he pushed his length inside her. Granger moaned. Draco grunted out a fuck.
"You're perfect, you know that?" He wasn't sure how his voice was still working when his mind was blank with nothing but pleasure. "Always have been."
He pushed inside her and pulled out. "I'm sorry I was always such a dick to you." He moved deeper, setting a pace that he knew would have him coming in minutes.
"Perfect." He kissed her and she kissed him back, both of them not being quite in how they were feeling. "Perfect and mine." Granger keened against his lips, her fingers finding their way into his hair to push him closer to her. Draco knew she was close to coming again, and it made him feel like he was on top of the bloody world.
He kissed her neck. Her chin. Her nose.
It was all bloody gentle and with such emotion that he didn't know he possessed.
He wouldn't be able to let her go after this.
Draco could feel her pulsating around his cock, and moved to her ear, biting gently on the edge. "I won't share Granger. Not with Weasley, not with anyone else." She whimpered, her fingers sliding down his back. He hoped there would be marks.
"Tell me that you're mine."
Hell if he knew where he'd found the courage to say that to her.
Granger's hands were on his face, pulling him to look at her. Unlike Draco, she seemed to be having trouble formulating actual words, so he slowed down to a pace that would drive him mad it he kept at it for long.
Granger took in a breath. "Say my name."
What?
"My name Draco. Say it."
Draco swallowed, feeling her all over his body. Did she mean her given name? Hermione?
"Hermione." He wanted to remember the smile she gave him for the rest of his life.
"Say it again."
Draco brushed her lips with his and whispered. "Hermione."
She moved against him, pulling his face up again. "I want you to say it first. I want you to tell me that you're mine Draco Malfoy. Before I tell you anything else."
Draco smirked at her, knowing all too well that he'd always be hers. Always has been. Picking up his pace, Draco went faster, deeper. "I'm yours Hermione. Always."
His vision faded with ecstasy when she told him that she was his. Only his.
Draco vaguely remembered pulling her to him afterwards, protectively placing his arms around her before the two of them drifted off.
He couldn't remember the last time sleep had come to him without monster of his past waiting on the other side to greet him.
May 28th, 2000
Ginevra Weasley cornered Malfoy on the third floor, and much to her surprise, he didn't seem all that bothered.
"To what do I owe the pleasure Weaslet?" Malfoy asked in a voice that sounded like he was bored.
Ginny titled her head and studied him. She figured out months ago that Malfoy and Hermione were together together.
She'd caught Malfoy sneaking out of her and Hermoine's dorm at three in the morning, although he hadn't seen her, and she hadn't mentioned anything to Hermione.
Her friend was happy. That much was clear, and Ginny wasn't in the business to snoop around anyone's business unless it was her siblings.
But, be that as it may, Ginny had become friends with Blaise Zabini, who just happened to let her in on a little secret.
"You know you can't give her that ring until you ask her father for permission, right?" Malfoy gaped at her, and Ginny smirked.
She would have enjoyed toying with him further but given the fact that she was beyond happy for Hermione, even if she wished that the witch would have told her about the relationship sooner, instead of four days ago when Ginny prodded about who it was that was secretly sneaking out of their dorm at all times of the night.
Ginny pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Draco who reluctantly took it from her.
"What is it?"
"The hotel that her father is staying at. Harry got him there this morning by floo." For the second time in five minutes, Malfoy gaped at her.
In no time at all, Malfoy seemed to have come to his senses because he smiled at her. A genuine smile she'd only seen him give Hermione whenever the two passed each other anywhere in the castle.
"You can get there through McGonagall's floo. She's in her office right now. Waiting for you." Ginny told him, watching him scrunch his nose before his expression changed to unreadable. "I'd go now if I were you Malfoy. It's not good to keep the father of the women you want to marry waiting."
Draco nodded his head and turned to leave. She watched him stop and turn his head. "Was it Zabini?"
Ginny only smiled at him, knowing full well that Blaise was going to be so very sorry that he couldn't keep his mouth shut long enough. But, who knew that Blaise Zabini liked to gossip with people who he considered very good friends.
Malfoy started to walk away before he turned again and said something that Ginny never thought she'd hear from him.
"Thank you Ginny."
February 3rd, 2001
Hermione quivered against Draco, whose fingers were buried deep inside her. The ceremony was only 20 minutes away, and she knew that people would be suspicious that neither the bride nor groom could be found anywhere.
"You know, it's bad luck to see your bride before the ceremony." Hermione managed to whisper. They were in a service bathroom. It was small and uncomfortable, but she didn't care when Draco chuckled sweetly, his fingers brining her over the edge.
"Oh? Never heard of such a thing." Hermione's high took over her sense and she felt spent and thankful when Draco wrapped his arms around her, turning her to him before he helped put her dress back in order. He was wearing a black suite, his hair messy from their snugging earlier. And he still managed to look as handsome as ever.
He kissed her, sweetly and gently before releasing her with a wink. "I'll see you in twenty Mrs. Malfoy." And with one more peck on the lips, Draco disappeared through the door, closing it behind him.
She couldn't believe it.
Two years ago, if you'd asked her about Malfoy and how she felt about becoming his wife, she would have laughed, hysterically. And told the person that they'd lost their mind to think such a thing.
Yet here she was now, adorned in a white dress that fit her perfectly. A mother-in-law who had accepted her from the moment that they were properly introduced. A father-in-law that didn't make any nasty remarks her way anymore. A career at Malfoy law firm for Magical Creature that was gifted to her as a wedding gift from Draco.
A knock came on the door and Hermione smiled when her mother walked in holding a bouquet of flowers for Hermione, followed by Ginny and Harry.
"Draco told us you were here." Ginny's knowing tone accused in playfulness and Hermione blushed, giving her friend a raised brow.
"You ready sweetheart?" Her mother asked and Hermione nodded, letting them lead her out of the small bathroom.
Her father greeted her outside. "My little girl." She hugged him, keeping in the tears that poured gracefully down her cheeks anyways when her father led her outside.
Draco was standing at the altar with Arthur Weasley who had agreed happily when Hermione asked him to marry her and Darco.
Her mother stood with Narcissa and Lucius, soon followed by Hermione's father. Ginny and Blaise on either side of her and Draco.
She smiled at Draco when he mouthed 'I love You'.
August 27th, 2003
A healthy baby girl was born this morning to none other than Draco Malfoy, an Auror well worth his skill, and Hermione Malfoy, the women who changes our world for the better every day. Our sources, being Ginny Weasley-Potter soon to be mother to another little Potter baby boy, and Blaise Zabini, the most sought-after bachelor (although some sources say they've spotted Mr. Zabini with Ms. Lovegood on multiple occasions, saying the two seem like a very happy couple), say that their god baby, Orion Minerva Malfoy was born at five thirty-two this morning to very happy parents.
Not three hours old, Orion has already received her first gift from her grandfather, Lucius Malfoy. An estate in France that had been in the Malfoy family for generations.
It is with great pleasure, dearest reader, that I report to you that a naming day has already been set for September 27th and that Orion's grandmother, Narciss Malfoy, has already set to making a list of guests for the celebration of her granddaughter's birth.
We wish the new parents a happy future, and many more children to come.
Hermione chuckled when Draco finished reading the paper. Orion was sleeping in a crib next to her, and Draco was sitting on a chair by her bed, his thumb running gentle circles across her knuckles.
They stayed there, looking at each other with warmth and love that could fill the whole world.
"I love you." Draco whispered to his girls. "Both of you."