Author's Note: This chapter contains sexual content and is intended for adult readers only. Porn with plot and feelings, as it were. Work was originally posted on AO3.

After confirming with Granger that she'd like to take a breather in a quieter spot, Draco led her through the corridors of the Ministry, to his own office in the Department of International Cooperation.

Following graduation, Draco had applied for a position with the Ministry of Magic, as part of his effort to rehabilitate the Malfoy family name. He opted for International Cooperation mostly because he liked to travel, and when it was a World Cup year, the work occasionally involved Quidditch. Unsurprisingly, Granger went to work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, so that she could save the poor unfortunate living things from all the evils of the world.

Once Draco had settled into his new department, he was pleased to learn that International Cooperation and Magical Creatures actually had quite a bit of overlap. It appeared that magical animals didn't trouble themselves overmuch with international boundaries drawn by wizards, or Muggles for that matter. Draco had eagerly put up his hand when the junior staff were asked who wanted to liaise with Magical Creatures representative, Hermione Granger, regarding wandering hordes of magical beasts.

After finally getting to spend time with her during their 8th year, Draco had missed regularly seeing Granger once they had both left Hogwarts behind them. He had wanted her for years, but he'd only really got to be social with her during their last year at school. And while their relationship there was friendly, it was mostly restricted to studying for their N.E.W.T.s together, as Granger had started dating the Weasel after – or possibly during – the Battle of Hogwarts.

Draco had to give Weasley credit – the usually witless man had made effective use of the only good idea he ever had, when he decided to use the emotional high of surviving – and winning – to cement his place in Granger's life. With that git as her long-term boyfriend, Draco had learned to be content with whatever scraps of attention Granger could spare him. When Draco saw an opportunity to spend more time with her at work, he had jumped at the chance. All the better to torment himself up close, by being nearer to the one person he wanted, but could never have.

At least, that was what he resigned had himself to, until he arrived at the Yule Ball earlier this evening.

Over the past year, Draco and Hermione Granger had spent several hours a week working on their on-going shared projects, much to Draco's delight and secret torment. But tonight was the first time Draco had ever brought her back to his office. He had purposely arranged it so they only ever worked in her office in the Department of Magic Creatures. He spent too much time picturing himself shagging her senseless in hisoffice – her bent over his desk, on all fours on his couch, up against the wall – that he didn't trust himself to actually work with her while in the same space. It would destroy most of his fantasies, if they were in his office together and all they did was paperwork regarding encroachment on Grindylow habitats.

Not that he was necessarily expecting he'd get to shag her tonight, but this was definitely the most hopeful he'd ever felt about his prospects. After all, a wizard could dream.

"This is impressive," she said, when they entered the room, closing the door behind them. Draco took off his dress robes, laying them across his office chair, revealing an expensively tailored dress shirt and pants. Draco's office was, in fact, very nice. It was probably three times as large as Granger's, had a large mahogany desk, a leather couch and a bar sideboard next to the couch. And also there was some books and files, for his actual work.

"Your office is much nicer than mine. Is that because of your notorious snobbery, because you are very wealthy, or because nobody cares about Magical Creatures and therefore my department is woefully underfunded?" Granger smiled at him, perhaps only a touch bitter.

Draco smirked back at her, as he watched her take in her surroundings. "A bit of all three, I suspect."

"You have an actual couch! And is that a bar set up? How do you work in here? Why do we never work in here?"

Draco flushed slightly. "Ah, you have so many files Granger, it would be too much of an effort to expect you to bring them all the way to me. Much easier for me to make the arduous trek to you. And yes, that is a bar. Would you like a drink?" They had finished their champagne on the walk to his office.

She shook her head, declining. "I may have had too much, already." She took a seat on the couch and gestured for him to sit next to her.

Draco sat down as she indicated. "Well in that case, would you like a Sober-Up?"

She sighed and answered him with a bit of a smirk of her own. "Not particularly. At least, not quite yet. How much of that did you hear?" She didn't elaborate, but she was clearly referring to her conversation with Ron in the alcove.

"All of it," he answered her succinctly, seeing no point in hiding.

She nodded. "I see." She thought for a moment further, then blushed. "All of it, all of it?" she cringed, obviously remembering some of what had been said.

Draco smirked. "Yes. Five minutes, huh." He let his words hang there for a moment, tinged with as much derision as he could manage – and Draco Lucius Malfoy could manage a lot.

Granger seemed frozen for a moment. "I never want to discuss it," she forced out, through gritted teeth.

"Fair enough. I will ask you no questions, nor will I ever bring up anything to do with your past. It's none of my business." She exhaled, looking relieved.

Draco wasn't finished. "However, I would like to state in general terms, and for the record, that five minutes seems shamefully short to me and I would never, ever expect a witch I was involved with to be left unsatisfied. My approach is more focused on my partner's pleasure, rather than my own."

Hermione shifted in her seat, squirming slightly. "This feels dangerously close to discussing it, Malfoy."

He held up his hands, feigning contrition. "Forgive me. I won't bring it up again."

Hermione looked at Draco intently, clearly seeking to reclaim control over the direction of the conversation. "So when did you first decide that you liked me? Since you've evidently been waiting for me to be single, post-war."

"First time ever? 4th year. First time seriously? Somewhere in and around 5th and 6th year." He said matter of factly. Draco had been gone for Granger – at least on some level – ever since he saw her at the Hogwarts Yule Ball, six years prior. The flowing, dusty blue gown she had on this evening was just as beguiling as the sweet dress she wore in 4th year. More so, as Granger had grown into a stunningly beautiful witch.

She appeared quite taken aback by this revelation. "Really? That long?"

Draco felt chagrinned and he looked at her apologetically. "I realize that I wasn't outwardly very nice to you during those time frames."

"I will let that understatement stand. Besides, I already accepted your apology for all of that, after the war. Bygones, and such."

Draco was relieved that she felt that way, but he still thought she didn't understand where he was coming from. "Granger, my father was very active in my life, you understand? I wasn't free to be whomever I wanted at school. Everything thing I said and everything I did was reported back to him – and not just by me. I was watched by others. I was not permitted to be nice to you, let alone be friends with you."

She nodded, absorbing what he had said. And then she fixed a mischievous smirk in his direction, and damn if it wasn't the sexiest thing he had ever seen. "So as far as you are concerned, I'm the forbidden fruit?"

"Since the Yule Ball in 4th year, yes."

"And here we are, at another Yule Ball. And we are both single. And your father is no longer in a position to control you."

"Correct."

"Am I the reason you ended your engagement?" she asked, voice almost a whisper.

"Betrothal. And yes."

"I cannot believe you did that for me," she breathed, her brown eyes growing impossibly wide.

I don't think you have any idea the lengths that I would go for you, he thought to himself, fiercely. To her, he said wryly, "Well, if I had known that you and Weasley had been broken up for almost two months, there wouldn't have been a betrothal to break."

"What – really?" Granger was surprised. Draco took her hands in his own, hoping he could make her understand what she meant to him, without frightening her off altogether. After dating that feckless prat for so long, she was bound to be a bit skittish.

"I had just about given up hope. Mother has been quite insistent that I marry someone, and you were locked down by that tosser. That is the only reason I ever considered marrying Astoria."

Hermione cocked her head to the side, frowning slightly and looking uncertain. "I thought you said all of this was your call now – something about you calling the shots?"

Draco hastened to reassure her. "Oh I am. But I thought if I couldn't have the only witch I wanted, I wasn't too fussed about who I married. If I could make my mother happy – well, at least than one of us would be." He began to rub small circles on palm with his thumb. She shifted slightly in her seat.

"And now? Would becoming involved with me make your mother happy?" Her tone had become sharper over the last few words. This was a sore spot for her, he could tell. And, fair enough. She had more than enough reason to be cautious regarding his parents.

Draco sought to reassure her. "She can learn to love you. And I truly believe she will – given the opportunity. She was never as invested in blood purity as my father, and she's re-evaluated her own beliefs following the war. And if she doesn't learn, that's her loss. It does not affect my feelings towards you, either way."

"You're serious. You want to, in reality, date me." She explained this to him as though he was making a mistake – like he had forgotten who she was, or he had stumbled into the wrong room or something. He rolled his eyes at her.

"Date you at a minimum, Granger. Ever since I realized that my amortentia smells like you in 6th year, I haven't looked at another witch and meant it."

She inhaled sharply, and looked at him with heat in her eyes. "Okay," she said simply.

Draco stood up straighter, his thumb stilled. "Okay, what? You want to date me too?"

"Yes, I do," she breathed, her eyes wide and fixed on his own. "My feelings are not as long standing as your crush on me, for what it's worth. But they didn't start tonight either."

Draco froze, half in anticipation and half in terror that he would wake and discover this was a dream. "When?" he asked, scarcely daring to breathe.

She took a deep breath and then walked right off the cliff. "I broke up with Ron when I realized that there was only one wizard that I actually looked forward to seeing, and it wasn't him."

"Are you mine, Granger?" Draco whispered to her – finding himself almost too frightened to speak his heart's desire too loudly.

"Yes, Draco, I'm yours." He inhaled sharply. This was so much better than he'd imagined it would be. And then she continued. "As long as you are similarly, mine." Her eyes narrowed and she looked at him possessively. He smirked. Of course she would have caveats.

"Granger, I've been yours for a very long time. I just couldn't tell you about it." Draco dropped her hands, and pulled her in for a kiss, their mouths meeting with an almost punishing intensity. Their teeth clacked together – uncomfortably – before they managed to find a rhythm, and then he felt like he was drowning in her scent and her warmth and everything that was just her. She tasted faintly of champagne, alongside notes of something else that was both uniquely hers and far more intoxicating. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue across it – payback for all of the times she had chewed her bottom lip in his presence and he could only watch in frustration. Granger groaned, meeting his ferocity with her own, unbuttoning his shirt. Draco's pants became uncomfortably tight, as his cock hardened.

Draco broke apart their kiss, and they both gasped, stopping to gaze at each other intently – brown eyes meeting grey. Draco brought his hand up around her chin, cupping her jaw lightly, as he moved his thumb across her lips, caressing them, feeling awestruck. Fuck, she was so beautiful. Draco inhaled sharply as her lips parted and she took his thumb in her mouth, engulfing it – sucking hard and thoroughly – her eyes never leaving his.

"Fuck, Granger!" he managed to bite out, his body jerking in surprise and sudden, furious need.

"May I?" she quirked an eyebrow at him, and she moved her hand to caress him through his pants, feeling his erection. Was she offering what he thought? Merlin, Granger was in his office and she was offering to get on her knees for him. This was so much like the start of his fantasies – maybe he was dreaming?

Draco shook his head, reluctantly trying to dissuade her from that course of action. "If you do that, I won't last and I very much want to shag you tonight. Assuming you are similarly inclined?" He slowed, recalling that she had mentioned several times that she was feeling the effects of the champagne. Draco felt his elation turn to reluctant caution. "Actually, you've been drinking. We should probably stop. As much as I want you, I don't want you to regret anything tomorrow." He looked at her wistfully. "There can be other times," he added, hopefully, trying to console himself.

"Oh hell, no. Do you have a Sober-Up in here? You said you did, right? I mean, I know that I'm not asking you if I can suck your cock because I'm a bit tipsy, but it sounds like it's important that you know that too." She got up and started rifling through his bar cabinet, correctly assuming that's where he'd keep them.

"Granger" he choked out, shocked. Did she just say that she wanted to suck his cock? His erection grew harder, to an extent he had previously not realized was possible. "Are you sure? That you want me? You can take the Sober Up and then back out of it this, a completely free pass to pretend you never offered it. No repercussions and I will never bring it up again."

Obviously, Draco would be revisiting the memory of her saying she wanted to suck his cock in his Pensieve in the future; but she would face no repercussions for ending the evening here, if she decided to take him up on his offer to pretend it never happened. If she changed her mind entirely once she had sobered, Draco could both cherish the memory of it until his dying day, and never bring it up again.

Granger smirked at him, recognizing that he was echoing her words back to him. She opened the small bottle of Sober-Up and downed it in one go. Honestly, her ability to quickly consume things with her perfect mouth was starting to become almost too distracting.

She looked at Draco with a smile, and her expression sharpened slightly as she advanced towards him, the potion taking affect. "I am very sure that I want you."

"I will not be able to last, if you follow through with your intentions, Granger. I'm practically coming in my pants at the thought."

"I was assured earlier that you could handle longer than 5 minutes," Granger pointed out, the ghost of an actual pout appearing on her face, Merlin save him. She actually looked disappointed! Draco rushed to clarify.

"I've wanted you for nearly 6 years. Sorry, scratch that. I have wanted you for exactly 6 years." Since his initial fascination with her started at the Hogwarts' Yule Ball, he could very precisely calculate how long he had desired her. She inhaled shakily, her breath hitching, as she kept her eyes trained on him. Draco continued, his own gaze never wavering from her beautiful face. "I assure you, that after the very first time, I will make good on my promises as regards my stamina. And regardless of how quickly I finish – now, or in the future – I will always make sure you come on my hands, tongue or cock. Hopefully all three. No witch of mind will be left wanting."

"And is that what you want? You want me to be your witch." She asked him, looking at him meaningfully, her voice low and intent.

"More than anything." Draco breathed out the words, as fervent as a prayer.

"What's your refractory period?"

"What?" He was confused by the seemingly abrupt change in topic.

"How soon can you go again, after you've come once?" Oh. Of course she knew the term for that.

"I don't know, Granger. 20 minutes, give or take." Probably less, given how much he wanted her.

"Okay. I'm going to get on my knees and swallow your cock. Then, you can try to make good on your rather boastful claims about your own skills. And by that point you should be more or less ready to go again, correct?"

Draco felt like his head was spinning, as he tried to keep up with her logic, while not being overly distracted by his now painfully throbbing cock. "Did you just perform an actual swot analysis to determine how best to maximize our orgasms this evening?" He felt this point needed clarification.

She flushed slightly, seeming as though she was embarrassed. Draco noted, strictly for his own reference, that she hadn't reddened in the slightest when she had offered to swallow his cock the moment before, but this was apparently too much for her. "I was just trying to make the most efficient use of our time," she said, defensively.

"That is the hottest fucking thing I've ever heard. Granger, I love you." There was a moment of silence that stretched out interminably. He wanted the floor of his office to open up and swallow him whole. Well, that was too soon to say out loud. Fuck.

"I'm not ready to say that back, Draco." she said, looking at the floor when she finally spoke again. "At least, not yet. You're a bit ahead of me, I'm afraid." She looked back up at him and gave him a hopeful smile. "But, if it helps, I'm sure I can get there."

For Draco – for now – that was enough.

He crossed the floor and grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her thoroughly. Her hands were on his belt, unfastening his pants. He groaned as she removed his belt entirely, dropping it on the floor, before moving to the buttons of his pants. "You don't have to do this…" he breathed out, not sure why he was trying to talk her out of this anymore, but needing her to be sure.

Granger sunk down to her knees, pulling his pants down with her as she went. "I know I don't have to. I get to." She looked at his boxers, hungrily, before pulling them down, his erection bouncing slightly as it was freed. She took his considerable length in her hand, squeezing lightly as she fisted his cock slowly – once, twice. She brought her mouth forward, put her tongue at his base and then ran it up towards the tip, her warm tongue swirling along his length as she made her way to the top. She put the head of his cock entirely in her mouth, and began lathing her tongue over the glans. Draco made a choking sound and he thrust into her mouth; the movement instinctual as he lost himself in her wet heat.

"Sorry! Sorry, Granger. Merlin. Fuck," he grunted, jerking as he tried to stop his body from fucking her face. But she never wavered. Granger just looked up at him through her lashes, amusement in her eyes, as she bobbed her perfect fucking mouth up and down the length of him, not breaking eye contact. She had one hand on the base of his cock, controlling his movements somewhat, and she seemed to become more and more sure of her own efforts with each pass. Looking down and seeing Hermione Granger, Golden Girl of Gryffindor, still in her formal gown, with her sublime mouth gripped tightly around his cock, during a bloody Yule Ballof all times, was almost more than he could take.

"Hermione" he rasped, breathlessly, and her eyes got wider as he said her first name. "I'm almost there." He tried to back away, to finish somewhere else – maybe in his hand? – when she made a small noise of protest, moving both of her hands to grasp at his hips and determinedly pushed his cock as far down her throat as she could – gagging on him, but still moving her tongue in a way that had him buckling at the knees.

The sight of her refusing to give up his cock, even as she struggled to take him all in, was more than he could take. Draco felt his balls tighten and then his release exploded through him, his vision whiting out for a moment. He came in her mouth and she, Merlin bless her, took every drop – still licking and sucking him, as if her life depended on it. Giving up any pretence of control, Draco grabbed her head with both hands, and – holding her through her glorious hair – he continued to chase his release, thrusting into her willing, open mouth. When he stopped spasming, Hermione swallowed and removed her mouth with a slight pop – her eyes watering, her lips swollen, her hair even more askew than normal. It was the single most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Feeling overwhelmed, Draco pulled Hermione up to him, just needing to kiss this amazing witch – his witch. He maneuvered the two of them so that her back was against the wall. He moved to kiss the side of her neck, his hands drifting to feel her breasts through her gown. Finding her dress to be too much of a barrier, he slid the thin straps off of her shoulders and pulled it down so he could expose her fucking beautiful tits to his mouth. Granger mewled and clutched at his shoulders, as Draco took turns licking and sucking on her pebbled nipples, moaning at the feel and taste of her.

"Draco" she moaned, her breath catching. "Please." She was trembling with her own need.

"What is it, what do you need, my beautiful witch?" he said, peppering her with kisses as he made his way up to her neck, sucking the side of her neck once he got there.

"More, please. I just need more," she begged again, her head falling back against the wall.

Draco could do more. He turned her around and undid the fastening on the back of her gown, silently thanking the brilliant Muggles who made it when he discovered the concealed zipper. Once it was opened, the entire gown fell to her feet, leaving her in just a pair of plain white cotton knickers. Draco had known from his earlier explorations that she wasn't wearing a bra with her evening gown, but this was a surprise. He was momentarily stunned at the contrast between her fairly opulent gown and her decidedly boring choice in undergarments, before he remembered that she had thought her date this evening was going to be Weasley. He offered her his hand, which she accepted wordlessly – she seemed a little embarrassed by her current attire – and he led her to his couch.

Positioning her so she was laying on her back, Draco climbed on top of her – kissing her mouth, her neck and her breasts in turn. She whimpered and writhed underneath him, encouraging his passionate exploration. He slid his hand down her abdomen, relishing the feel of her soft skin and he marvelled at how small her waist looked with his hand splayed across her body. He dipped his fingers under the waistband of white cotton and she arched her back, groaning. He grinned at her, wolfishly, while moving his eager hands to her slit.

"Fuck, you are so wet." He moaned into the side of her neck, feeling her squirm against his touch, as he reverently moved his hand over her core, holding his breath while savouring the moment. He had a moment of clarity when he realized that his imagination had not done her justice.

"For you." She gasped out the words, trembling beneath him and he felt himself grow hard. Twenty minutes was apparently longer than he needed.

Draco knew he needed to take his time with Granger. She had clearly not been treated well in her previous relationship – which very likely was her only sexual experience, unless he missed his guess. Either way, she'd been with the Weasel for more than three years, which was a long time for her to have been left unsatisfied. Draco knew had a golden opportunity to show her how a considerate lover treated his partner, and he wasn't going to squander it. He mentally thanked her for her plan of bringing him to orgasm first – he'd be able to contain himself now, only because she had already granted him relief, merciful queen that she was. Even so, it was proving to be difficult, his body wanted nothing more than for him to bury his cock inside her warmth.

Draco removed her ridiculously prim cotton knickers and put them aside, on the small table next to his couch, intending to pocket them, as soon as he was wearing pants again.

"Draco, no! You can't want to keep those!" She protested, weakly, correctly guessing his intentions. "Those are the least sexy things I own – I swear to Merlin."

Draco smirked and kissed her soundly, before replying. "Au contraire, my love. You were in them, making them the sexiest thing on the planet. And if you think I'm going to shag you for the first time, without wanting a memento to mark the occasion, you are sorely mistaken."

Draco moved down, past her stomach and spread open her thighs. Granger blushed, and had to look away. "Don't be shy. You are so beautiful."

She rolled her eyes and was still unable to meet his gaze.

"I'm serious. Your cunt is perhaps the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on and I am going to tell you that every time." He took a breath and then brought his mouth down at her apex, thoroughly licking her folds, teasing and gentle as his swirling tongue located her clit.

Draco knew in the depths of his soul that there would be no going back for him now. Not now that he had tasted her – she tasted like honey and sex and Granger. He would move heaven and earth to keep her by his side after this – whatever he needed to do to keep her in his life, it was as good as done.

"Draco –" she moaned, arching her back off of the couch. Her hands spasmed as though she wanted to reach for his head, but was holding herself back. Draco smirked into her flesh, as he reached up and grabbed her hands, putting them in his usually well-coiffed hair. "Show me." He growled. "Show me how much you like what I am doing to you." She whimpered and tentatively started to increase the pressure of her hands on his head. He moved up from suckling her clit just long enough to murmur "Good girl" at her, before returning to his task. He was instantly rewarded with her cries become louder, as she held his head down harder, writhing in sweet torment beneath him.

Draco reveled in the feel of Hermione underneath his tongue, as she shook and started quivering. She moaned and then screamed out his name – oh shit, he had forgotten to silence the room. He kept going until she finished spasming – reasoning that if there were any listeners about, the damage was already done. After she stilled, he quickly moved away from her to grab his wand, pausing to chuckle at the piteous moan she made when she felt his absence from between her thighs. "I'm coming back, love. Promise," he put a soothing hand on her thigh and issued a quick silencing charm.

Hermione's eyes widened in horror, and she threw her hands over face, realizing what had just occurred. "I really wish one of us had thought of that earlier!" she groaned, embarrassed.

"My apologies, Granger. I should have taken more precautions. Please don't misunderstand me – I am adamantly not complaining – but it didn't occur to me that you would scream that much." At this rate, his smirk might never leave his face.

"Yes, that surprised me too," she said contemplatively. For the second time in an evening, Draco resisted the urge to pump his fist in the air, over experiencing a feeling of sexual superiority over Ron Weasley.

Draco slid his dress shirt off, before kneeling before her, putting her legs over his shoulders. Her eyes were focused on him, intently, her earlier shyness evaporating in the afterglow. "The room's silenced now, Granger. Feel free to scream as loud as you want."

Draco brought his mouth down to her again, delving his tongue in her folds. Hermione gasped as he slid his finger into her slick channel, feeling the walls of her cunt enveloping him. Fuck, she was tight. He moved in and out – feeling her twitch and clench around his finger as he pleasured her. Draco savoured her moans as he lapped at her clit, feeling her legs begin to shake around him. Her panting cries increased when he added the second finger. He moved his fingers along the front wall of her core, searching for the elusive spot that would make her shatter and was rewarded by feeling the exact moment she tipped over the edge, right before she started to scream his name – over and over again.

As soon as her twitching subsided, Draco moved up her lithe form, pausing to kiss her breasts, before making his way back to her mouth, where he kissed her thoroughly. Hermione sleepily kissed him back, as she came down from the high of her own pleasure, her hands tangled in his platinum hair, earlier reticence to do so forgotten.

Draco ached to know what she'd feel like when she came around his cock. "Are you on the potion?" he asked, managing to get the words out with effort. He wanted to be buried to the hilt in her already, but he needed to take care of some administrative tasks first.

"No. We'll need to cast the charm."

"Should we both do it?"

"Seems prudent to me."

Draco and Hermione both reached for their wands and they both cast an anti-conception charm over Granger's abdomen. Draco felt a little sad when it happened; which seemed, at best, ludicrously premature. He'd have think about what that meant later.

"Hermione, are you sure you want to do this with me?"

"Draco Malfoy, if you don't shag me right now, I swear to God, I will hex you!" Hermione scowled at him, so impatient that she had partially reverted to Muggle phrasing.

If that was what she wanted, who was he to deny her? "Get on all fours," he said, voice commanding.

Hermione's eyes got wide, but she did as he bade, without another word, positioning herself on the couch on her hands and knees. Draco got behind her and ran his hand over her backside, marveling for a moment that he was actually touching the arse he had fantasized about for years. He lined himself up, moving the tip of his cock through her folds, capturing some the moisture there to ease his passage. She moaned at the feel of his erection teasing her dripping opening. Draco entered her slowly, moving in inch by inch to allow her to adjust to his size, feeling the walls of her spectacular fucking cunt squeezing and releasing around him with every advance. After he was fully seated, he paused to savour the moment. "Hermione, are you okay?" he asked raggedly, barely able to believe what was happening.

"Yes" she breathed out her answer, quivering around him. "Please move," she begged, her voice a desperate, needy whimper.

Draco obliged. He started moving in and out – deep thrusts, but moving slowly. There was no rush and he wanted to memorize everything about this moment – how she felt, how she looked, how she sounded. He smoothed his hands down her back as he thrust into her from behind, picking up the pace before snaking one arm around her hips, putting his hand on her clit. The feel of his cock dragging against her inner walls was exquisite. Hermione, babbling incoherently by this point, seemed similarly affected, shuddering beneath him with every thrust.

"Fuck, Granger. Hermione, fuck!" Draco supposed wasn't particularly cogent at the moment either. He felt her clench around him, hard and pulsating, and he heard her scream for the third time that evening. "Merlin, Hermione!" he choked out as she shivered and sobbed into the corner of his couch, completely overcome by her own pleasure.

After her shaking had subsided, Draco lifted her pliant hips up and began thrusting into her in earnest. Fuck, she felt so good and he was so close. Hermione continued to make noises of pleasure – she was more responsive than Draco had ever thought possible, Merlin save him. It wasn't long before his thrusts became more stuttered, as he tipped over the edge into the abyss for the second time that evening. "Granger. Fuck. Hermione. I love you – " Draco felt his body tighten and release, as he once again came inside of the Brightest Witch of Her Age – who he could now say from definitive firsthand experience, was also a bloody spectacular shag. He briefly wondered if it was possible to die from too much happiness, shaking and groaning as his orgasm reached its conclusion.

Draco kissed Hermione on the shoulder, before leaning back and allowing himself to slip out of her. She groaned, apparently already mourning the loss of his cock from her body. He smirked, as he scooped her up in his arms and sat back down on the coach, cradling her, her brunette curls splayed across his chest. Draco had never felt so content before.

Hermione idly traced his sectumsempra scars, planting a soft kiss on one of them. "I legitimately did not know that it was possible to feel that good." She breathed her words into his chest. She might not actually be talking to him, as a matter of fact. It sounded like she just needed to say it out loud, for her own peace of mind.

"It was perfect. You were perfect." He tightened his arms around her still quivering form.

"For you as well?" she asked, voice needlessly hesitant.

He chuckled. "Granger, I could die a happy man right now. That was the most amazing experience of my entire life, hands down. I may never recover."

She blushed. She had practically tried to suck his soul out through his cock earlier this evening, but she blushed when he complimented her on it. His witch was indeed a study in contrasts.

"So what comes next?"

"Will you spend Christmas with me, Hermione?" Draco asked again, feeling more hopeful about getting a yes from her now.

"Well it's after midnight, so technically I already am. But, yes. I will spend Christmas with you, Draco. Although, I should warn you that I don't have a present for you." She said ruefully.

"I respectfully disagree." He said to her lasciviously, looking her up and down, eyebrows waggling. She blushed again. He was fast becoming enamoured with her tendency to blush when he was being suggestive. Especially since she fucked like it was it was a N.E.W.T. level exam and she was incapable of getting anything less than an Outstanding – the contrast was so endearing his heart actually hurt a bit. "I told you, I'm keeping your knickers."

"Arse" she said, playfully swatting at him, before her expression turned serious. "I really like you, Draco. I more than like you – much more. But, do you think this is too rushed?" she asked, biting her lower lip, her voice worried.

Draco had wanted her since their 4th year. He felt like he had finally reached the pinnacle of an arduous climb, after the journey had left him convinced there was no end in sight. But, perhaps he needed to rein himself in, before he chased her away with the extent of his regard for her. "No. Do you feel rushed?"

"It's not that. It's more like I feel like I should feel rushed. But I don't. Although, I honestly thought the only thing I'd be dealing with today and tomorrow – or rather, yesterday and today – was reiterating to Ron that we were not actually an item any longer. This – you – it's unexpected."

"Unwelcome?" he asked, holding his breath.

"Merlin no, I just wanted to acknowledge the suddenness of this – whatever this is."

"As I told you, I want you to be mine, Hermione. In any way you'll let me."

"Can we start with girlfriend?"

Fuck yes. "I would be thrilled to call you my girlfriend." He should probably owl Mother and Astoria, before Granger made it back to his townhouse and ensure they both knew about the definitive end of his putative betrothal, as soon as possible. Hopefully he wouldn't be getting a howler from either of them while Hermione was with him tomorrow. "And I hope you will call me your boyfriend."

"Oh, I'm going to be disgustingly public about it, don't worry." She grinned up at him. Fuck, but she was adorable.

He felt his heart seize with emotion. It meant more to him than he could express that she wasn't ashamed of him – of people knowing that she was with him. There were more people in her life that would disapprove of her dating Draco Malfoy than just the Weasel.

"I should get going, especially if you want me at your house anytime soon. I have to figure out how to post all of my presents to the Burrow, for a last-minute delivery on Christmas morning – which will make it look like I'm disorganized." She sighed, evidently irritated that she still had to deal with the consequences of Ron's actions.

"Is it too late to change your Christmas cards? Make them from Hermione and Draco, instead of just Hermione?"

Hermione inhaled and paused – he had caught her off guard with that suggestion. "Too soon?" he asked, feeling a bit sheepish. He was slightly delirious from coming inside of her twice, he decided. That was it. It was just too much, especially after so many years of longing, for him to be at peak cognitive abilities for the moment. Hell, even autonomic functions might be suffering a bit right now, he was so thrown by how well the evening had come together.

"Not what I was thinking. It will really set off Ron, and I won't be there to deal with any of it, so, yes? If you are comfortable with that, I am content to make it joint cards and gifts. Molly's going to be surprised – I'm not sure if she got any more notice about the return of Lav Lav than I did." She rolled her eyes.

"Bring everything to my house. I have an owl and I can get some additional post owls, if need be. You can send them all tomorrow morning. I have a few bottles of elf-made wine I can send to the Weasleys as well, as a token of your devotion to the rest of the family." And as a sign that I am not going anywhere from your life, he thought. He was going to make sure any and all interested parties knew of his claim on her affections.

"I'd like that. But, we should head out. I apparently have to pack and I need to check on Crookshanks. I wasn't anticipating that I'd be gone for more than the evening."

"Your cat? Bring him with you."

"You seriously want me to bring my half-kneazle cat to your townhouse? I've never been, but I'm guessing it doesn't scream 'pet-friendly'." She looked around his office, which had been pristine, at least before they got through with it.

"Yes, I want you to bring your cat." I want you to bring your cat, your books and everything else you own, and then never leave, he thought to himself, but did not say. This evening was already going spectacularly well. Better than he'd hoped – or even imagined in his wildest dreams. Oh fuck, he still had some documents related his ill-fated betrothal to Astoria laying on his dining table. He definitely needed to get rid of those before Granger floo'd into his townhouse.

"How about this?" He was distracted now, thinking about what he needed to move or dispose of – before he welcomed her into his home. Hopefully it would be their home one day, but he probably should keep that to himself for now. Shag her senseless a few more times, at least, before inviting her to stay forever. "How about you go home, collect Crookshanks, the presents for the Weasleys, whatever else you want for Christmas tomorrow and then come to my house tonight? I need to tidy up a bit before you come over, but I'd much prefer to wake up with you in my arms."

Hermione smiled up at him. "I'd like that too."

Draco leaned in to kiss her, thanking his lucky stars that Weasley had goaded her so much this evening. If he hadn't, Draco might have gotten in too far with that blasted betrothal, before he'd even realized that Granger was single. He decided then he'd send a particularly good bottle of firewhisky specifically for the Weasel for Christmas tomorrow. Give him something of high-quality to drink his sorrows away, while he lamented his loss of most amazing witch in all of Britain to the person he loathed the most. Draco smiled, really happy at that prospect.

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione looked up at him fondly, having noticed his wide grin.

"How wonderful you are, my love." He figured that was close enough to his thoughts to count as the truth. Draco kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her, smirking as he breathed her in – the scent of his amortentia finally his, finally in his arms. Happy Christmas, indeed.