Oh Merlin, she felt like Heaven. It wasn't that she was underneath him, at his mercy. No it was that she was Hermione, a witch that was too intelligent, too sly and too sexy for words. That's why he wanted to spend all day and as long as he could making sure that she knew that.
'Hermione, dear lord Hermione,' he spanked her again, just for the heck of it. Her butt bruised very easily and he smiled at that. 'Your little arse right here gets red bloody fast, doesn't it?'
All she could do was moan.
'Please, Draco,' she whimpered out.
'Don't talk unless I say so,' he snapped out. But it didn't frighten her, because she knew, somehow, she knew Draco would never hurt her.
She was still beneath him, on her back now, with her skirt around her waist and her knickers almost completely shoved down, yet Draco wasn't touching her. He was tense and staring at her intently from up top. He was too sexy for words and she wondered why she was the lucky one to receive his attention.
'Wait,' Hermione pushed herself up, and the rest of her knickers slide down and off her feet, 'I need to know, before we continue, why you are here with me?'
'Hermione,' he said, his silver eyes penetrating her soul. She felt light-headed and delirious, 'Merlin, there are no words to describe how everything changed within a blink of an eye. First, we were enemies, I hated you so much, I wish so many bad things on you, but then everything last year with Dumbledore and Snape, and helping the Order, it didn't seem like me anymore.'
He sat up, and bent his knee and continued to look at her, not once breaking eye contact. Probably to make sure that he wasn't lying. She didn't care, she just wanted to know when all this started happening, these feelings and emotions started arising her, scaring her half to death of feeling more then just lust for Draco, but the real thing. Love.
'What was you, then?' she questioned quietly.
'To tell you the truth, I still don't know. I just know that I didn't want to be commanded by a guy who was as crazy as the rest of the wizards and witches out there. I didn't want to kill innocent people because of there blood or whether they were traitors or evil enough to do an Unforgivable on someone. I wanted out of there, that's why I joined the Order. That's why I'm here, right now, with you. I don't care about anything else. Just right now,' he breathed.
She shook her head. And leaned in, pressing the lightest kiss against his swollen mouth. It was achingly slow, but she tried to put all her love into that one kiss. She slowly pulled away and took in a deep breathe.
Draco was looking at her with a stunned look on his face. He looked too gorgeous for words. 'Hermione,' he muttered. He pressed his forehead against hers and smiled, smiled the biggest smile she had ever seen on a person, especially Draco who was all but happy.
'Why are you smiling like that for?' she asked, looking at him with big brown eyes.
'Because this is it. I've known you seven years, liked you for one and fell in love with you in about a day. This is it, Hermione,' he breathed on her face.
Her heart quickened and she swore her face was going to turn into a huge tomato, but that was okay. Because this was it. The moment of truce. Maybe unconsciously she always did love Draco, maybe a part of her always wished that he wouldn't be so cold and distant towards while growing up, but then maybe it was for the best. Maybe that's what it took for her to be with him today.
That's why she was afraid of Ron, because he wasn't Draco. He never was. She'll forgive Ron, eventually, because it wasn't his fault that she was never in love with him.
She pulled away from Draco and looked him in the eye, and uttered the words she thought she never would.
'I love you, Draco,'
His lips swooped down, attacking hers till she was flat on her back with Draco on top of her doing everything in his power to get her clothes off.
'Same.'
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