His hands gripped his hair, nearly pulling it from his scalp. The nightstand mocked him as he paced in front of it, the red digital display of his clock ticking off the minutes until sunrise.

He'd been at this for hours, ever since he arrived home from work. The proof he needed was right there in front of him, but he was almost refusing to admit it to himself.

The pin.

A glimpse of her small, Bon Appetite membership pin had flashed at him from the inside of her work jacket as she walked out of his office all flustered. And now all manner of things were floating through his head. The practical part of him realised that there was a high possibility that she could actually be part of his reality, not just his fantasy ...

The other part of him refused to believe that the woman he'd been having sex with could quite possibly be her...

Hermione Granger.

Had he felt her and been inside of her and fucked her to within an inch of his life, and never even known? Had she surrounded him and urged him on with her body? Had she been the one to moan for him and buck against his hips, letting him sink deeper into her?

The way he felt in the blackout room with his partner, it was like they belonged together. And admittedly, that's how he also felt when he looked at Granger.

Yet, she was the worst kind of off-limits known to man. She was the girl he loved to hate for so long, and then she became an acquaintance and now finally, a work colleague and almost a friend... but that tension had always been there ...

That delicious tension ...

Everything about the situation screamed for them to never even go there. He knew using the blackout room was going to come back and bite him on the arse, but he never expected this. Even though he wanted to know who she was, he didn't.

He loved the anonymous feeling, knowing she would never know anything about him. He loved the excitement and challenge of using his other senses to give a woman satisfaction. But if it wasn't her, his bood boiled at the thought of Granger being in the room with someone else, anyone else but him.

Maybe she was just a member of the club and it was just a coincidence? Maybe they hadn't been paired together at all? Maybe Granger had found her new man at the same place, but it wasn't Draco?

He'd given in her preferences ... they were all her ... she'd have done the same ... preferences ... what were hers? Someone that didn't look like him?

No, that thought wouldn't do. It made his skin crawl and his blood boil. He couldn't her out of his head. Everything about her surrounded him. Her body, her hair, her scent ...

Jasmine ...

Yes, Granger did smell of it, didn't she ... surrounded by it, just like his secret Witch ...

The idea still stuck around of another man touching her, moving inside of her, and it had his hands clenching into fists. Why the fuck was she even going to a place like Bon Appetite? He was sure her parents raised her much better than that.

What the fuck was he doing in a place like Bon Appetite?

Giving in to fantasies and natural curiosities ...

Surely you would know if it was Granger you've been fucking ...

He closed his eyes and let the images from the blackout room replay in my mind, putting Granger's face on the woman writhing underneath him. Something he had thought about so often.

Those burgundy knickers on her body ... red like Gryffindor ...

His skin tingled as he remembered holding onto her hair, his lips nipping at her succulent neck.

"Fuck..." I yelled to himself, bringing everything back to reality.

His hands returned to his hair, pulling it as he tried to find a way to curb the rage and excitement he was feeling.

I've been with Granger ...

Moving toward the bedroom window of his little flat in Bath, he looked out over grass and gardens across the street and into the park. He could have anyone. He had the money and the status and the heritage. He was a very eligible, widowed Batchelor, apparently.

Except, all he could see was Granger and the blackout room. He wanted to feel her under him one more time, before the truth came out; before he had to tell her what he knew, and who he was. All he could see was her and it was pulling him under.

He just hoped she didn't hate him too much.

Draco held his Membership Pin.

One more time.

One more time and then he would tell her.

Nicholas was calm, polite and as pleasant as always. He always seemed to put her at ease, even though right now she was on a knifes edge.

He wanted her again.

She hesitated moment before giving her answer.

It all fit together now; how was she so stupid not to see it before? His frame, his scent, the way he moved against her so elegantly. He screamed Draco Malfoy to her senses, and she'd missed it. Even though it was Malfoy she pictured in her mind, she'd been too involved with the feel of him inside of her and how good he made her feel to take on the subtle details of him that were glaringly obvious to her now.

God, he was incredible in the bedroom. But then, what did she expect? ... it was always the quiet ones, wasn't it? The way he knew exactly what she wanted and when, his body so in tune with hers that he picked up on her physical needs expertly.

Hermione was barely left lost for words. And yet, there she was yesterday in his office feeling like no words could escape her. She couldn't even look him in the eye, for fear of what she might find there. As she had hurried away from him and through the door, she could recall him shouting her as she went by, but didn't stop to look back.

She needed to figure all of this out before she saw him again, face to face.

One the one hand, maybe those knickers weren't hers and she was blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Or, maybe they were hers, Malfoy knew it was her all along and he was just testing her ... waiting for her to realise?

No. No, he wasn't that cruel. Not anymore.

On the other, maybe he was completely unaware that the woman he was fucking in a dark room in a regular basis was her, and he just wanted to get his kicks again? Surely, if he knew it was her then he wouldn't be asking for her?

Her mind was boggled.

Besides, he didn't even know that she had seen the knickers... so to him, everything was normal and as it should be.

And could you do that? Fuck him knowing that he was thinking of someone else?

Wasn't that the whole purpose of the Blackout Room? To live out your fantasies and concentrate on your other senses? Only now, for her at least, her fantasies had become a reality.

Because she'd been fucking Draco Malfoy. And if he didn't know it was her, then he was going to get a nasty surprise when he did.

He fucked you like he worshipped you ... you've never had it so good ...

And she'd loved every second of it.

Taking a breath, she gave Nicholas her answer, her mind made up.

Just one more. One more and she would stop and deal with her heart ache at the thought of losing it. Let him go and find a woman he didn't have so much gut-wrenching, painful history with.

She needed to know. Attune her senses and find out if it was definitely him.

One more, and she would end this obsession with him.

He quickly undressed and tried to psych himself up. As much as he wanted to burst in there, yelling her name, he needed to do it right for the both of them. They needed this closure. Stepping into the blackout room, with a condom in hand, he made his way to the bed.

He needed to make this one count. He needed to make her feel this, pour all of his emotions into it and leave her with the memory of being devoured him mind, body and soul.

It hadn't escaped his memory that he had already felt her around his bare cock, but it couldn't be like that tonight. She should never have done that. It was risky, but as much as he wanted to chastise her for being careless, he knew he would do it again in a heartbeat. The feel of her so tight and warm around him had made his body quiver. She surrounded him and her walls gripped him, making him work harder until he reached the edge... he would never forget that.

He didn't set any specific requirements or demands for tonight; so, he could only hope she was actually there, undressed and on the bed. He took a deep breath and a sense of calm and slight frenzy came over him. He wanted this. He wanted her. He needed her.

His steps were solid, following around the bed until his fingertips grazed her skin. She jumped slightly, bringing a small grin to his face. His hand gripped her ankle, as he split her legs apart and knelt on the bed. The small intake of air coming from her surprised him, but it didn't stop him from trailing his tongue up her leg.

She shifted on the bed under his touches and he heard her moan in the back of her throat.

That's it, Granger ... moan for me – I want to hear you come apart because of me ...

He finally settled his face between her thighs and buried his face in her pussy. Her sweet juices coated his tongue as his thumb massaged her clit.

Her moans were so deep, he needed to hear more of them. He was desperate.

I'll have you fucking begging, love ...

The tightening of her legs against his head spurred him on. He slowly pushed two fingers into her, pumping slowly until they were coated with her. She was so fucking wet, so responsive. The thought of being buried to the hilt had his cock throbbing for attention.

We'll be fucking ruined before this is over ... be burned with the memory of each other.

He was so turned on that he rubbed himself against the bed for friction. Finally snapping and having enough, he sat back onto his thighs, ripped open the condom wrapper, and quickly sheathed himself with it. He wished he could bury himself inside her without it, be he wasn't sure how she would react to it... it could throw the whole thing off.

Standing up, he spat on his hand and rubbed it on the tip of his cock. He then climbed slowly back onto the bed and towards her like a predator stalking its prey, his shoulders and forearms tense with the anticipation of what was to come.

Climbing higher, he lay kisses across her ribs and in the little valley between her breasts, before letting the stubble on his chin graze across one of her mounds and peaking nipple.

She sucked in a breath.

Yes- feel that, Granger? I'm going to make you fucking scream when your ready to go over the edge...

He moved higher and his lips met the junction between her neck and shoulder. That sensitive spot that he had pressed against before and received such an electrifying response. He nipped at the skin there while breathing deeply against her ear.

"Oh..."

It was the breath of a whisper. It was the smallest amount of her releasing the tension that was burning inside of her ... it was everything, in that moment. It was acknowledgement.

His mouth finally meeting hers, their tongues fucked with desperation. His hands brought her legs up over his hips, both of them hissing at the contact of his cock rubbing her entrance. He bucked his hips into her, making them both moan against each other.

The now familiar smell of Jasmine filled his senses and it was enough to make him lose it. He kissed her harder in reaction, and she kissed him back passionately, her hands in his hair and grazing his back, lingering on his shoulders. Searching around him, searching for him, searching for something...

...finding out who he was.

With one quick movement, he was pushing into her, her walls squeezing his cock; her hips rocking into his, creating the motion that they needed together. Her movements seemed desperate, like she needed to feel every inch of him. This wasn't like before... it felt...final.

He cupped her face and ran his thumb over her lips, feeling her tongue snake out to lick it. Each thrust was slow and calculated now, wishing he could look directly into her eyes as he sank into her. He was silently driving home the notion that her and him belonged together, but could never be... because she would never allow it.

She was panting and rocking her hips harshly against him. Her mouth was against his ear, breathing deeply. Every now and again he felt like she was on the cusp of saying something as his lips, tongue and teeth explored her jawline and neck.

"Please..."

Fuck. It was so quiet he barely heard it, but filled with so many emotions that he couldn't control himself.

His mouth found her ear as he held himself so still above her, his arms on either side of her head as he held her in place.

"Soon..." he felt her shiver against him as he whispered so low into her ear that his chest rumbled.

He wanted her to remember this night and compare him to every lover she had afterward. He knew no one would ever come close to making him feel the way she did. Everything about them moved in sync. Maybe they had been edging towards this for years ... maybe one of them just needed to break first to realise it.

As her nails dug into his back, his head reared back and her heels pushed into his arse, almost begging him to pick up the speed. But he didn't want to. He wanted to go slow. He wanted this to last. Tonight, she wouldn't be rolling out from under him until they were both sated.

He rolled his hips into her again and heard her moan in frustration as his pace stayed slow and steady. Her hips met his every inch of the way, but her heels kept trying to push him further and faster.

He kissed her again. She pushed on him harder. "No," he begged, oh so quietly into her mouth.

She tore her mouth away and her teeth were at his ear. "Need you." She breathed, sounding as needy and frustrated as he did.

He crumbled.

Flipping her onto her belly, tugging her arse towards him, smacking his palm to her arse cheek and hearing her mewl, not letting go. His thumb was smearing across her skin to spread her open and feel her soaked, her clit sensitive and needy.

If she wanted hard and fast, then this was exactly how she was going to remember it. He was going to burn her from the inside out.

She locked her fingers around his at the front and that's all he needed. He buried his face into her shoulder, falling into the bouquet of Jasmine in her hair. Sliding himself along where she was pushing herself against him. Ready and swollen.

They connected again easily. He was going to leave marks on her shoulder from how hard he bit her skin, unable to believe how fucking good she felt wrapped around him. Under him from behind.

She was swimming through his fucking head and veins. An invasion of his senses happening right before his eyes. He wanted to hear his fucking name escape from her mouth. His hips bucked into her steadily, pausing when she begged for more, silently, pushing back onto him. He was torturing her slowly.

Torturing himself.

Spots flickered behind his closed eyelids. Praying for mercy as he tried to hold it in. He couldn't be that man. That sad excuse that could think of spilling his shit before she got what she was there for. Her fist thumped against the mattress, cheek resting beside it as he held her steady, not giving in.

Wet lips begged for his movement from him so quietly, it was agonising.

"Please... please ...please.." barely audible but agonisingly needy.

He pressed the side of his face to her cheek as he brought her up flush against him, suffocating her in their senses. Soft, soft cries came out in a whimper as she begged him again and again. Steady, his rhythm continued, going slow when slow was right and fast when slow didn't make her whimper.

"God- oh , please..." A little louder this time, she was coming apart for him slowly.

Breaking all the rules.

Her fingers dug into his again as he kept massaging her clit, her body a tight curl beneath his own as her voice broke. The loudest drum beats crashed in his eardrums as her orgasm took hold of his, running away with his discipline.

"Oh god..." her voice was quiet, but hoarse and filled thickly with lust.

"Fuck – Granger –" He couldn't help it, knowing his mistake as soon as it left his lips.

He felt her freeze and then she gasped.

Using her legs, she tried to push him up and off of her. He pulled out from behind her, rolled to her side, but refused to let her go. She tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he tightened his hands, trying to hold her in place. When she stopped moving, he relaxed the tension, and she suddenly broke free, pushing her exit light on the wall before he could catch her.

"Don't go," He called out, only to have the door open and close on him. He rolled over onto his back and scrubbed his hands over his face.

They had so much they needed to talk about.

Well, what a colossal fuck up that was.

She'd managed to avoid him for three days.

For three days, she'd peered around corners before she walked down corridors and sent her assistant to deliver any paperwork she had on the Werewolf files.

It was working.

Out of sight, out of mind and out of her tantalising thoughts. Or at least that's what she told herself.

She still thought about it though. Thought about the way he felt inside her every time she closed her eyes. Thought about his touch his tongue and his lips and his teeth all over her body and how hard and soft he was all at the same time.

How passionate and raw he was, and how their bodies melted together and locked, like they were supposed to do that all along.

And he knew it was her. He came saying her name.

Her name.

And that was the shame of it all, because he knew it was her. He knew all along and he knew she would go to him if he requested it.

He'd made numerous attempts to contact and find her over the last few days. Asking Neville and various others where she was. She hadn't spent much time in her own office for the thought of him coming through the doors and interrogating her on her decision to go to him.

But she was in there now, and she knew if he cornered her in there then she was done for. There would be no other option but to face him head on.

Taking a deep breath, she walked out of her office, intent on making a hasty retreat home, only to come face to face with him.

Figured, really.

He lifted a hand in the air in a gesture not unlike a white flag.

"When I saw the light come on, I had to see if it was you... I wasn't sure you'd still be here this late."

She reached for the paperwork on her desk and slid them into her work satchel. "I needed to finish a few things, but I'm done now. I should probably be going home now."

His gaze narrowed and he shut the door, blocking her path. "It's time you stopped avoiding me. I know it was you in the room, Granger. No amount of lying is going to change that. We need to talk about what happened."

Clearing her throat, she stood up straight. "We're not supposed to talk in the room, remember?"

He crossed his arms over his chest. "I guess it's a good thing we're not there right now, then."

She rolled her eyes. "How did you find out anyway?"

His gaze landed on her jacket. "Your Pin was on the inside of a jacket you were wearing a few days ago."

She blushed. Then got defensive.

"You had my knickers in your office drawer."

His eyes went wide and he put a hand through his hair, looking flustered, frustrated and embarrassed.

"What's someone like you doing at that sort of club anyway?" she asked, trying to turn the conversation away from her underwear for both of their sakes.

Huffing, he stalked closer and she moved back. "It's a long story, and one I hope to talk about, if you'll just stop running away."

She scoffed. "I just want to forget about it, but you're making it extremely difficult." She just didn't want to die of embarrassment of the situation. Have him say 'sorry, it was good while we were in there, but now I know it's you I know it was a mistake'. She didn't think she could live with the feeling of it.

"Why can't you let it go?" she pleaded in a small voice. "It's a mistake that'll never happen again. None of this means anything to me."

It was defensive. She hadn't meant a word of it.

And the look on his face when the words tumbled out of her mouth made her regret it instantly.

He cared.

He looked devastated.

Draco Malfoy looked completely broken.

Then he spoke, hard and determined.

"Be at my place in an hour," He told her, his eyes burning into hers. "and I'll show you how much it meant to me."

He'd fucking show her.

It meant nothing to her, did it? He had the fucking scratch marks and the memory of her walls quaking around his cock to prove her wrong.

He had her moans and her panting and the words escaping her lips in whispers to prove her wrong. He had the way her legs tightened around his hips to keep him close and her breath on his ear as she mewled into it to prove her wrong.

All of those ways her body reacted to him. - how dare she deny she found all of this as consuming as he did. How dare she try and tell him that none of this meant anything to either of them.

Their connection had been something he couldn't explain. Yes, it was a shock to both of them that they now found themselves in this situation, but surely neither of them could deny the attraction to each other that had been ebbing away for years between them?

He wouldn't let her deny it. He wasn't the only one in this. They were going to burn in this together, and when the flames finally consumed them both, they'd find each other in the ashes and start all over again.

He looked at the clock.

Ten minutes. If she didn't come through the fireplace in ten minutes then he would go and find her instead. She wasn't getting away from him again, not this time.

He heard the fireplace burst to light before he saw the green flames.

He smirked to himself.

Show time.

She wasn't coming.

She told herself she wasn't coming and that there was no way she would ever put herself in such a vulnerable position.

And then she found herself at the Fireplace, flooing to the flat in Bath.

She was a glutten for punishment.

Now here she was, sat on his emerald couch, leaning into the back of it and trying not to concentrate on the closeness of his body heat next to hers.

He moved closer and leaned back with her, their legs almost touching.

"I don't know where to start," she whispered, not liking that he had asked her a question first. Asked her how they had managed to get to where they were now.

"Ok, how about I go first then?" he asked her honestly, his voice low. "How about the beginning? We have to be honest with each other. Just tell me what you want to know."

"How long have you been a member of Bon Appetite?" she asked.

Ask him how many women he's slept with since he's been there...

Sighing, he looked straight into her eyes, his grey ones looking open and honest. "Just short of two months, now."

She gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Did you expect it to be longer?"

"possibly. But that means you've been there for about the same time as me..." well, at least that was something. He couldn't have fucked that many other women in that time, surely.

His gaze narrows. "And I'm assuming you want to know how many women I fucked while I was there?"

Read my mind ...

She swallowed hard, not knowing if she really wanted to hear the answer to that question. Instead of answering, she nodded and closed her eyes.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she complied. "You were the only woman I ever slept with there. In fact, you're the only woman I've slept with since our first night together. I haven't been able to think about anyone else, I'm an addict for you. That's why I had to make sure I got you again."

Hermione was at a loss for words, her mind going a mile a minute.

He burns like you do ... he's as addicted as you are ...

"Why would someone like you want to be a part of Bon Appetite anyway? I did it as a liberation type of thing after Ron and I started to call time on our marriage, and even then, I only planned on doing it once." She watched him swallow as she continued. "But you're Draco Malfoy, you can have any woman you want, at any given time. You don't have to pay for the pleasure of a woman's company."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Getting back out there after the death of a partner is harder than it looks."

Hermione wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Of course. He had never planned to be with anyone else, and now he had to make his way in the world without the woman he promised to love for the rest of his life, much like she had to without Ron.

"And no, I can't just get anyone." He continued. "And the only reason I used the Blackout room in the first place is because of bloody Blaise Zabini."

Hermione thought for a minute. She didn't want to, but decided to bite the bullet and ask.

"Do you have plans on going back?" her voice was quiet and almost embarrassed to have asked the question.

There was silence as she waited for his answer. She didn't want to look him in the eye in case she saw something in his grey ones that she didn't like.

And then she gave in. She just had to know.

She looked at him.

He was looking right at her with a small smile spread across his face. "Only if my partner goes back with me."

"We know who we are now, it wouldn't be the same". She answered nervously, trying to think practically, when all she really wanted to do with throw caution to the wind and see where this thing would take them.

Shaking his head, she gasped when he suddenly reached out and grasped her face with his hands. "You're wrong, every time we're together I feel a connection. I feel it even now. All I wanted was for it to be you in that fucking room. Your face was all I saw when we were in there. When I touched you, I imagined it was your body wrapped around mine. Fuck, Granger ... I've wanted you for so fucking long."

He moved in closer and she sucked in a breath, her nerve ending practically tingling. "Why did you never tell me?"

He gave her a small smile, his face so close to hers. "It's not something one usually drops into conversation with a married woman, love." His nose brushed hers and he looked down at her lips. "But now I've had you I don't think I can ever let you go. You've made your mark on me, just like you did when we were in school."

"Then don't." She breathed, feeling his lips against hers in a whisper. "Don't let go."

He wasted no time in claiming her mouth. Kissing her hard as he tangled his hands into her hair. She moaned against his lips and pulled back, resting her head on his.

"I don't think I can let you go either." She moaned against his mouth, his tongue coaxing hers to play urgently as she said the words. She was consumed by him.

Pulling her off the couch, Draco took her hand and pulled her down the corridor of his small flat before apparating with Hermione into his bedroom. He pushed her onto the bed and slowly started ridding himself of his clothes.

From the bed, Hermione did the same, and they watched each other with eager, lust filled eyes until they were both fully naked in front of each other, exploring each other with their eyes for the first time.

"Fuck me, granger..." he said in awe, his eyes taking her in. "Look at you..."

She blushed slightly, but her eyes took him in too. Lean and tall and his shoulders were every bit as broad as she had felt them to be. Blonde hairs flecking the middle of his chest.

It made her ache for him all the more.

He started to move towards her, stalking up her body and keeping his gaze on her as he kissed his way up her thighs, spreading them wide. She shivered with anticipation as his kissed trailed along the insides of her thighs, leaving wet marks and getting closer to her core with each kiss.

It was intoxicating. She was drowning in this.

"I want to see your face when I kiss you like this." He told her with a growl, closing his lips on her centre. He thrust his tongue inside of her and she moaned as he fucked her with it.

The sensation felt unreal to her, but it was made even better now that she could watch his head bobbing up and down just like she had imagined. He sucked on her clit and she almost lost it.

"Oh god, Malfoy – please don't stop."

He lifted up slowly and made his way over her, covering her body with his. "Say my name, love..." he ground his hips into hers, his cock sliding against her clit deliciously, causing her to moan.

She bit her lip and smiled devilishly.

He did it again, harder. "Say it... you have no idea how many times I wanted you to scream my name while I was thinking about you and fucking you in that room." His hips were thrusting hers into the mattress, her legs coming to his thighs and panting under his sexual torture.

"Probably about as long as I've waited to watch your cock slide in and out of me." She breathed out, hearing him growl as he lost any self-control he had.

He stopped, holding the tip of his cock poised at her entrance, burying himself inch my inch inside her. "Fuck me, you're fucking beautiful." He murmured, moving his body against hers. Their lips connected, and not once did either of their eyes close while their bodies got ready to make love to each other.

Raking her nails down his back, she cried out as he thrust against her outer lips, nudging against her clit with the tip of his cock. His breathing was growing shallow and more sporadic.

Malfoy steadied himself and then pulled her close again. He stared into her eyes for a moment before rocking into her, working himself inside, moving deeper with each thrust. She inhaled sharply as he buried himself inside her, digging her nails into his shoulders.

"You feel so fucking good..." he said, his voice low and husky as he stilled, enjoying the sensation of being buried inside her.

He gripped her arse, pushing himself even deeper. She gasped, every part of her body clenching. Closing her eyes, she cried out, her hips rocking against his. They were so frenzied. She wasn't sure if it was complete admittance of their feelings for one another, or because they were just so desperate for each other.

"Malfoy ..." she groaned, inhaling sharply and taking in that oh-so familiar scent of his aftershave. Her new favourite smell. Pure pleasure poured through every inch of her.

"Say it, love." He groaned out, his hips snapping into hers and fucking her harder as her hands grasped his arse tight as he pumped into her. "I want you to come for me with my name on your lips."

She groaned and felt that pressure building in her stomach. It was exquisite and brutal. He was going to make her lose her mind as he thrust so hard against her that their bodies slapped together and the headboard shook against the wall rhythmically.

"Oh, fuck me ... you're amazing..." he breathed in her ear.

Her legs widened further as he pounded into her, wrapping them up around his hip bones and loving the angle, his pelvic bone hitting her clit as he pounded down onto her.

"Please ... fuck, I need –" she mewled, her head bouncing against the mattress. She was so close and she could tell that he was too, his movements increasing in speed and depth with each thrust into her.

"Do it, Hermione..." he rasped, losing his control.

Fuuuck ...

A powerful release rocked through her, stealing her breath and making her contract almost violently around him.

"Shit, shit. Fuck," he cursed, still pumping into her wildly as he felt her walls fluttering around his cock.

"Gonna come..." She shouted out, bucking her hips hard against his, reaching a great height and then crashing, feeling her walls tightening around him and holding him in place as he continued to rut aggressively inside of her.

"Shit – I'm so close-" his breathing rattled as he angled his hips, finding another angle to deepen himself inside her as he reached his own release.

"Yes! Draco..." she cried out, pulling his hips to hers as she continued to ride the wave of her orgasm.

His breathing changed, and he buried his face against her neck as he suddenly came hard, shuddering against her as he spilled his seed deep inside, exactly where she wanted him.

"Fuck, Hermione ..." he whispered against her hair, feeling her cheeks and her jawline and her neck, almost as if he was making sure she was still there.

She waited for their breathing to calm down, still joined together on the bed, before brushing the fringe from his eyes that had stuck to his forehead with sweat. She looked into his eyes and smiled coyly.

"Does this mean you're not going to see anyone else?" she asked with a smirk, biting her lip and sighing when he caught it with his own and licked it, making her moan.

He looked down at her intensely. "It's never been anyone else for me now for a few years, Hermione... you're it, I'm afraid."

The notion made her kiss him.

The thought of being Draco Malfoy's only one was one she could definitely work with.

Fin