This is the prologue of a story that's been in my head for quite some time. It begins from sixth year. But the rest of the story begins from third year.

That's all I will tell about it.

Oh, and... Please be kind to me.

It's my first ever smut story.

Also, this story was written in my phone. So, if there's any other mistake that's probably my fiddling after the beta work was done.

*Awkward smile*

Thank you!

P.s: beta love to SeraNeko-Chan. She's the bestest beta ever!

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The last class of the day, Charms, had just ended. Students were making their way to their dorms, the hallways crowding with them. Hermione was walking alongside Harry and Ron, her mind lost in thoughts about the lessons when she bumped into someone. She lost her balance, her heavy book bag not helping in the least. An arm shot out to grab her tightly, preventing her from falling on her bottom.

Mal-Draco. Her unlikely savior.

"Watch where you are going, my princess," Draco said in a molten voice, right next to her ear.

His proximity brought back all the memories of that night. That heady essense of leather, petrichor, parchment and a smell that's entirely him. Those moans in the throes of passion, his whispered confessions on her bare, sweat covered skin, his hands touching her in intimate places, her wanton reactions, her bold touches on his body-

"Shove off, Malfoy!" Ron's cursing broke the moment between them.

Draco didn't pay Ron any heed. "Tonight. Come and Go room. I'll be waiting." With that, he pecked her on the cheek.

"Oi!" Harry shouted at Malfoy.

Malfoy shot a smirk at Hermione and righted her. He adjusted the strap of her bag and walked away, followed by his lackeys.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron shouted in the general.

Hermione didn't reply. Harry looked at her funny. She didn't bother reassuring him. This was her secret to keep. She did what was the best possible option here- she ran.

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'The Gorgons were three powerful, winged daimones named Medousa, Sthenno and Euryale. Of the three sisters only Medousa was mortal. King Polydektes of Seriphos once commanded the hero Perseus to fetch her head.'

He nipped lightly her clavicle. The jolt of pain was followed by the lavish laps of his slick tongue, as if apologising for the pain.

Hermione shivered. Then she shook her head to dislodge those thoughts.

"Cold?" Ginny asked Hermione, who was sitting beside her in the library doing her homework.

Hermione shook her head in denial and got back to studying.

'The Gorgons were three powerful, winged daimones named Medousa, Sthenno and Euryale. Of the three sisters only Medousa was mortal. King Polydektes of Seriphos once commanded the hero Perseus to fetch her head.' Hermione read again.

She felt him smile against her folds and placed a kiss on her inner thigh.

"Eyes on me, my love," he ordered her.

His grey eyes were blown wide- all black, the grey of his iris was just a ring. He smiled smugly and lapped her bundle of nerves- his eyes never flattering from her. She watched him as he ate her out, his head in between her legs. It was so erotic that a loud moan tore from her mouth.

Hermione looked at her book, eyes wide in mortification. She was aroused, her knickers were drenched. She rubbed her thighs together to get some meagre relief. All it did was make her hypersensitive- the lacy crotch of her knickers teasing her unsatisfactorily.

Hermione clenched her fingers into a fist.

'His pheromones must have been more potent than usual. Coupled with that skin on skin exposure- he must have pored his everything into it. That…' Hermione tried to curse, 'horrible git!'

She had studying to do. Hermione took a deep breath and exhaled through her mouth. Study first.

'The Gorgons were three powerful, winged daimones named Medousa, Sthenno and Euryale. Of the three sisters only Medousa was mortal. King Polydektes of Seriphos once-'

He leant in for a kiss. It felt like Draco was trying to drown in her. His tongue caressed hers when he suddenly thrust into her, filling her, stretching her impossibly. She arched against his body- pleasure rushing through every cell in her body- as she moaned-

"Bloody hell!" Hermione shouted, her book dropping with a thud on the table. Hermione almost fell off her seat when Madam Pince reprimed her with an angry "Miss Granger!"

Ginny flinched. But before she could ask Hermione anything, Hermione packed her things, mercilessly shoving her parchment, quills, ink well in her stachel and didn't keep the library book in its proper place and ran away murmuring loudly.

Madam Pince and Ginny shared a shocked look. Something was terribly wrong with Hermione Granger today.

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Hermione paced restlessly in front of the tapestry. As soon as the door appeared there, she yanked it open and stormed in. She dumped her satchel near the door and slammed it shut. The room has an opulent one, something expected of Draco. There was a four poster bed near the middle of the room adjacent to the wall, and a loveseat in front of the roaring fireplace. Hermione couldn't see any farther than that.

Her eyes were fixed on one Draco Lucius Malfoy lounging in a black velvet wingback chair, a little away from the fireplace, reading something.

"Why?" Hermione shouted at Draco, who was looking at her with an amused look on his face.

"Why what, princess?" Draco asked, dropping his book on the small coffee table in front of him. He knew why she asked that particular question. But it was waaay too much fun toying with her.

"I...I have accepted you. Then why do you keep doing such things?" Hermione seethed, stalking into the room to stand in front of him.

"I love seeing you all flustered and aroused. Your body smells like it wants me to devour you. I love that heady feeling."

"That's why you," Hermione couldn't put her anger into words and stuttered, "you...in the freaking corridor- you-"

"I bumped into you, saved your delectable arse from hitting the floor, saved your satchel, kissed you as my pre-reward and called you. Because you are my real reward."

"You kissed me in front of Harry and Ron!" Hermione shouted at him, embarrassed and angry.

"If I wasn't a possessive man, I would have fucked you against the wall for the world to see," Draco said in a manner that it felt like he was talking about the weather. "But then again if they saw you in the throes of bliss, I would have to kill them."

Hermione looked at him, scandalized and shocked at the image he created. It didn't last long. After all, Draco was and will be as crass with her. He's always been like that.

Seeing her flustered was his guilty pleasure. Only he didn't feel the guilt. It has always been like this, their cat-and-mouse relationship. An unlikely relationship that started at the end of fourth year.

Draco got up from his seat as the chair vanished with a pop. He walked up to Hermione and peered down at her flashing his extended fangs and his dimly glowing grey eyes- his pupils blown wide in arousal.

"It's been way too long since I had you, my mate," Draco said as he held her biceps and pulled her towards him.

"Three days isn't that long," Hermione grumbled, not protesting much. Hermione noted his change of nickname. When she becomes mate instead of princess, it's his Incubus making his presence known.

Draco took the sides of the robe in his fingers and removed it, dropping it on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his head on top of hers. Hermione's hands were trapped between them, palms flat against his Oxford shirt covered chest.

"Three days without a full meal, only nibbles and bits from here and there," Draco said in a small voice.

Hermione gave a small gasp of shock. She hadn't known the Incubus side of him for long to understood the dynamics of emotion to food conversion for his Incubus.

Draco felt her heart stopping in shock followed by bitter guilt and then bold determination building slowly in her. She started rubbing her hands on his chest as if that could lessen his hunger.

"Sorry, it's just that I see you eat normal food but-"

Draco shushed her and looked in her eyes. Her whiskey coloured eyes were dilated with lust. Yet, her mouth was downturned in a frown.

She wanted to comfort him and not jump his bones like her responsive body wanted too. She was rubbing her thighs to alleviate her need but her focus was on him. His mate. The one for whom he's the one and only.

He leant in for a searing kiss. His mouth moved against hers, in a familiarity that could only be born out of a practiced intimacy. She moaned when he slipped his hand inside her tucked in shirt, caressing her velvety soft skin in the back. She firmly rubbed her hands on his chest, memorising his built, his body.

Her hands slipped in his hair and pulled softly, tugging him closer to her. His tongue had slipped into her mouth, exploring it, tasting her and getting high off it. His drug of choice.

Draco broke off the kiss before he took a seat right there on the floor. "Come on, sit."

Before Hermione could say anything, Draco turned her around and suddenly found herself sitting on Draco's lap on a nice, comfy armchair the room had provided.

Draco adjusted her legs to be splayed open and then pulled her flush against his body. She could feel his straining erection, the heat of his skin barely contained by his trousers.

Draco wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her skirt up, his hand cupping her mound. Hermione gasped- she had forgotten how turned on she was.

"So wet. Only for me, right?" Draco whispered sensually in her ear.

"Yes. You ruined my self study time and your pheromones kept making me think about our first tiIIIIIIIMMMMEEEEE," Hermione squealed out. Draco's fingers were inside her knickers and he was busy playing with her clit.

"Princess, do you have any idea how erotic this is. My hand down in your knickers, playing with your little pleasure button all for my fun," Draco breathed in her ear. He inserted a finger inside her slick passage, his thumb flicking her clit lightly. "Guys would kill for a chance to see you like this, riding my fingers like your life depends on it."

Hermione could do little but screech at the sensations he was creating in her. He was not holding back at all. The arm holding her waist slid up and grabbed her breast, fondling it softly. But his finger kept up the relentless teasing. He inserted two of his fingers in and she gasped as he stretched her. She was soaking wet, his fingers thrusting in were making obscene sounds.

"Hear that?" Draco said, mumbling against her neck. He placed open mouthed kisses, his saliva inducing a insane degree of lust. He lightly dragged his fangs on her sensitive skin making her reddening skin shiver. Hermione panted, his frantic movements wrecking havoc on her. She was climbing a familiar high, a familiar mind numbing pleasure.

His fingers kept on pleasuring her, not stopping for once. Hermione's splayed legs went taut with the anticipation of the oncoming tsunami of bliss. Her toes curled so tightly, she could feel the muscles of her calves cramping. She grabbed his arm which was on her breast was busy alternating between squeezing and pulling at her sweat drenched,clothes covered, peaked nipple. But she could care less; her release was just a bit away. If only he-

Sensing her buildup, Draco pulled away his fingers away, making Hermione whine in disappointment. Draco sucked in his fingers, covered in Hermione's essence, in his mouth.

He couldn't stop the groan from escaping his mouth; her taste was intoxicating. His cock throbbed against Hermione's backside. He couldn't wait to sink inside hot, wet and slick cunt. But he needed his saliva on her- the Incubus' way of ensuring the fidelity of their mate.

So he quickly put his saliva covered fingers on her bundle of nerves, trying to bring her off soon and moved his fingers around that protruding bit, not quite touching the sensitive area.

Hermione keened and moaned, gasping softly at every change in his fingers' motions. Suddenly, her orgasm crashed upon her; she closed her eyes and saw stars burst behind them. She almost stopped breathing- that's how intense it was. Hermione could feel herself dripping with her release. Draco's fingers were still stimulating her nerves, making her jerk a little. Hermione's hand shot out, and held his hand tightly in her grip to stop his onslaughter over her uber sensitive slit. Draco gave a few more flicks and deep, soothing rubs, despite being held back by Hermione, just to prolong her pleasure.

"Merlin, I love watching you fall apart. you close your eyes and experience it all. I love how your cunt tightens around my fingers, urging for more. Always so wet. For me," Draco kept whispering in her ears. Hermione couldn't kept the tightening of her body. His dirty words turned her on like nothing could.

Draco grind his hard on against Hermione for some meagre relief.

"I need you now!" Draco snarled ripping off Hermione's shirt.

"Draco!" Hermione shouted, indignantly.

"I'll buy another one," Draco said as he frantically threw the ruined shirt away.

Draco picked Hermione up like she weighted nothing, bridal style, and walked towards the bed. He dropped her from a short distance, watching her fall on the mattress and bounce once. Hermione's hair was spread around her like a halo, her chest rising up and down from the exertion, lips swollen and skin flushed. What a picture she made.

Draco unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, savouring the way she took in his exposed skin. He dropped the shirt and unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his boxers, making his hard cock spring out. The trousers joined the shirt on the floor as Draco climbed the bed with the grace of a predator.

Hermione breathed deeply, taking in the Adonis before her. One who's only hers. And hers alone. He worships her as if she's a goddess. She couldn't help the flush from spreading down her body, thinking about the way she's lying on the bed- legs splayed, arms near her head, hair out of control, panting like an old dog. If the looks Draco was giving her were any clue she'd say she looked damn fine.

Hermione sat up and unclipped her bra, tossing it at Draco. She didn't look at him again as she pulled her skirt down her legs. She knew better than to protest when Draco's incubus was awake and hungry. If she denied him now, a student death was confirmed.

Draco looked at her with such adoration that it made her breath get stuck in her chest. He made her feel like she was the only girl in the world. She was self-conscious about her scars- the one from the DoM fight was the worst one. But the scars he left on her… mate marks… they made her feel special. Draco had given her three marks- one just over her heart, one on her right hip bone and the last one on her left inner thigh. Hermione remembered how devotedly he cared for her; in the snarkiest way possible of course, but he did care.

Sometimes, Hermione wondered how a prejudiced prat could become such an important person in her life.

Her eyes fell on his spotless, pale arms and wished she could tell Harry to take a break from his "Draco is a Death Eater" conspiracy theory. It was indeed becoming difficult to be with Draco when Harry was pouring over that wretched map day in, day-

"I should take this as an offense. An incubus is in bed with you, in his boxers and you're distracted by your thoughts?" Draco said teasingly.

"You know… my head rules over my heart," Hermione replied flippantly. But Hermione guilty thought how much more attuned to her emotions and thoughts he was than her friends.

"Then let me blow your mind away." Draco smirked at her predatorily and kissed his way down her body.

Hermione squirmed as he nipped her clavicle, then placed open mouth kisses on the first mark, one that he gave after they had first snogged.

Then he moved down, kissing all the way, between her breasts, her soft belly, near her sensitive belly button and finally to her hip bone where there was another mark. One that he gave when she had agreed to be his mate. He paid good amount of his attention to that really, really sensitive scar. Hermione moaned when he sucked that scarred skin into his mouth and worried his teeth on it. He lapped at it and moved down her body.

He nuzzled her cloth covered crotch and took in the heady, musky smell of her arousal. He was rock hard at this point. He knew his eyes had gone completely black, covering even his eye whites. He shouldn't have gone so many days without having sex with his mate. Now, he wouldn't be able to enjoy going down on her. Watching her fall part around his tongue, his teeth and his fingers…

No worries though. The night was young.

He hooked a finger inside the waistband of her knickers and pulled it down her legs. She raised her hips to help him and shivered a little as the cold air hit her wet and leaking slit. Hermione had given up every pretense of being in control. Draco could play her like a instrument and she would probably be happy to being played. His finger traced her moist folds and her belly tightened in anticipation. She closed her eyes and just felt him. His two fingers gathering moisture and then slipped inside her without any hitch.

"So responsive. It makes me feel like I'm the luckiest man in the world," He murmured, his breath tickling her.

Hermione didn't try to reply, she just nodded her head vigorously. There was no denying him. Suddenly, she tensed up as she thought of the implications. A sex demon. Her life tied to him. Forever and after. His and only his. But him? He could…

Suddenly she felt a wet kiss right on top of the last fang wound on her body- in her inner thigh.

"I am yours, as you are mine. There is no deception in this. This is the truth. I would live for you, I would die for you and I would kill for you. Only you. My mate. My princess," Draco assured her. He placed a kiss right on her clit and moved away- not before giving a strong lap against it. Her hips jerked on their own accord. Draco chuckled and raised up on his elbows- in his true form of pale skin, black, glinting eyes and fangs- looking at her with unparalleled adoration and lust.

It was right that they were physically very intimate with each other but this adoration...this adoration was growing with leaps and bounds. Hermione really hadn't expected herself to care about him as anything other than a person who had taken away her future. But now? Now she can see a future with him.

"I know usually I take a lot of time to please you. But today, I need to be inside you right now. You ready?" Draco replied through his clenched teeth.

Hermione felt bad that she hadn't noticed him… being in pain. She nodded quickly and reached out a hand to grab the nape of his head, pulling him towards her. She rose a little and kissed him hard.

Her reassurance left like fire burning in his blood streams. He kissed her back, tongue sliding against hers, and he pulled away her hands. He stretched her arms above her head and then entwined his fingers through hers. Her body was arching below him, her hips trying to seek friction.

He kept kissing her until he had his fill of her taste and then pulled back. He placed his hands on the either sides of her hips and settled in between her legs. At her nodding, he slipped inside her with one strong stroke.

Hermione's torso lifted off the bed. The feeling of being so full was a bit uncomfortable but oh so good. She had really missed this. He quickly set a punishingly slow pace, making her feel his every motion.

"Faster, Draco. Please, faster!" Hermione begged as she grabbed his shoulders and hid her face in the crook of his neck. Her ankles were locked around his waist, pulling him deep into her.

"As you wish, my love," Draco panted.

He thrust deeper into her, hitting a spot that he knew made her keen. Hermione wasn't much of a screamer but damn, didn't he love to hear those sounds spilling from her mouth!

This was the probably the best part about having sex; no thinking, just feeling. Feeling the way his hard cock parted her folds over and over again, hitting her sweet spot just right. He was hilt deep inside her, yet she couldn't get enough of him.

Draco moaned in pleasure when Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him to kiss him. Draco wasted no time to claim her lips in a searing kiss. He could live the rest of his life just kissing her, tasting her.

The room filled with their mingling sound of moans and gasps. The frantic whispering of each other's name in reverence, lust and dare they thought, love was a sound too good to be true for them. Their bodies moved in a synchrony that only age old lovers had, though their relationship was mere months old. It wasn't long until Hermione was arching off the bed, her mouth opened in a silent screech as her orgasm hit her hard. With her fluttering around him, Draco followed her soon.

Draco was lying languid on top of her, but she didn't mind. She liked his assuring weight on top of her. She hugged him lightly as much as her hands could rise- her body had turned into a blissful goo. Draco raised his head a little and place a kiss on her forehead. He rose on his elbows and rolled to his side. But not before wrapping her in his arms for a light nap.

It hadn't been long but the insistent buzzing of a spell aura around him disturbed his sleep. He opened his eyes with a scowl and a glare directed at Hermione's satchel. Hermione nuzzled into his chest and he pulled her flush against him. What he wouldn't do to have another go again. He smirked and placed an open mouth kiss on the crook of her neck, making her shy away from him a little.

Draco, regretfully, pulled away from Hermione and put on his discarded robe- the chill in the air nipped this skin. Pulling it on, he headed towards the satchel. The aura of his mate's spell grew stronger as he neared the satchel.

Draco picked it up and shoved his hand deep into it, right up to his elbow. Trust his mate to cast a bottomless charm over all her bags and purses. He cast a wandless Accio and a coin jumped into his open palm. A galleon. Looking closely, Draco saw that it was different from the usual Galleons.

Ah, the Protean charm, she had been researching that, was cast on this coin. Rubbing his thumb lightly on it, Draco felt the grooves on it. Taking a closer look, he noticed it spelled something.

DE in Hogwarts. DA assemble.

Oh right! He had completely forgotten about that. The Dark Lord's minions must have have made it through the vanishing cabinet. Draco turned to look at his sleeping princess. If he left now, Hermione was bound to wake up and join the fight.

Her hand was loosely trying to find him in the place he just vacated. That little huff of irritation in her sleep. He did better get back to her. Unhappy mate means unhappy Draco.

He walked back, discarding the poor robe and lifted the covers to slide in next to her. Hermione shuffled close to his body and gave a soft puff of contentment. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

Death, guts and glory could wait until later.

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