New Beginnings

Chapter 11 Steal you away

Hermione fell asleep in Draco’s arms, blissfully happy to have him home again. She had the sweetest smile on her face, so peaceful, so content. He placed a loving kiss on her head as he drew lazy circles on her lower back as he smiled at her. Draco couldn’t believe how much he had missed her while he was gone. He missed her for obvious reasons, of course, but it was the little things that he missed the most. He loved that Hermione was such a loving, affectionate person. She never pulled away when he kissed her; she even made the most delicious sounds when he kissed her. Like he was more important than air and she wanted to kiss him forever. He loved the way she touched him, not just sexually. She was always rubbing his back and his neck; it was so comforting. He could be deep in thought, working on something and he would feel Hermione gently touch his cheek as she walked past him. She would smile at him and blow him a kiss then go about her business. It just amazed him how something so small made him feel so loved.

Flashback:
Draco came up the stairs to his flat; he was actually too tired to apparate. He had been working on his latest grant proposal and it wasn’t going well. He opened the door and stopped; he could smell something delicious. He dropped his backpack and walked towards the kitchen. There were a few pots on the stove and the rice cooker was on the counter. Draco started to open the oven when he hears, “Paws off the stove, Malfoy…” He smiled before turning to see Hermione with her hair in a ponytail and dressed in one of his old Slytherin shirts (he had no idea where she found it), and a pair of yoga pants that sat low on her hips. The shirt was tied just under her breasts, showing off her flat abs. He walked towards her and kissed her softly on the lips.
“What is all of this, Beautiful?”
“This is me taking care of my man.” He looked at her, one eye brow raised. “Now come with me, Draco dear.” She took him by the hand and led him to the living room, stopping only for a moment to retrieve her wand from the counter. Hermione whispered a charm illuminating the room with candles. There were pillows on the floor and a blanket along with a bottle of wine and glasses. Hermione led him to her ‘love nest’ and had him sit down.
“I would like to propose a toast. To new beginnings, and to finding joy in the most unexpected places. I love you, Draco. You’re my biggest surprise and my greatest gift.” She kissed him softly on the lips.

“I love you, angel.” He kissed her, trying to deepen the kiss but she pulled back.
“No, no, love, not just yet. It’s time for dinner first.” She kissed his forehead and hurried into the kitchen. She returned with a dish of melon slices and spears of asparagus wrapped in prosciutto but that isn’t what got Draco’s attention. Hermione had changed her clothes. She was now dressed in a gauzy cream slip style dress with deep blue embroidery on the bodice and the hemline. The dress fell just above her knees, revealing her beautiful toned legs.

“Our first course, my love, would you pour the wine, please?” Draco did ask he was asked, watching her in awe and disbelief. “Open, taste.” She placed a small slice of fruit on his tongue. He savored the flavor. “Now taste the wine, it compliments the appetizer really well. Gabby got it for me. It’s from America. It’s called Apparition. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Wow! That’s fantastic. Where is it from?”

“New York, I think but I don’t know if they can ship it here.”

“So what, we can go get it, this stuff is great.” He looked at her and smiled. “You look beautiful, Hera. Is that dress new?” She nodded.

“Thank you.” She leaned in and kissed him as she ran her fingers through his hair, making him sigh softly. “Are you ready for the next course?” He just smiled at her and nodded. He watched her as she walked back to the kitchen. She reappeared with a two plates. When she set them down, Draco could only gasp with surprise. Hermione had made some of his favorites, lamp chops, roasted rosemary potatoes and carrots, and braised greens. Another bottle of wine appeared before him. Baco Noir, he opened it as Hermione sat down next to him. “So, what do you think?”

“I can’t believe you did all of this, Hera.” He kissed her.
She smiled smugly, “You’re not the only one in this family that can cook, Draco. You never gave me a chance.” He laughed. “Now try it, I wanna know what you think.”
He took a bit of the lamp chops and moaned.

“Oh, Hera, they’re amazing… You’re spoiling me.” She beamed with pride.

“That was the idea, love.”

They ate dinner and chatted about their days. When they finished their meals, Hermione cleaned up the dishes, when she was in the kitchen; she called out to Draco, “Are you ready for dessert or do you want to wait a little while?”

“It can wait, come; sit with me, Love.” She came and snuggled close to him.

“I have one more little treat for you, Draco.” He looked at her slightly surprised but considering how she had already surprised him, he wasn’t going to put anything past her. He looked at her and smiled.

“Ok, Hera…what’s this treat?” She smiled at him, almost devilishly. Hermione reached for her wand; with a swish, the sofa and the coffee table were moved out of the way and a decorative basket appeared.

“Do you trust me, Draco?” He looked at her with one eye brow raised.

“Why?”

“Do you trust me?” The glint in her eye said that he was in trouble but he was going to love it.

“Yes,” he said slowly. She smiled at him and pulled him to her, kissing him softly on the lips. He felt her hands grasp the bottom edge of his shirt and pull it over his head. When she ran her and over his chest, he pulled away, giggling, “That tickles, Hera.”

“Draco, lie on your stomach, please.” He did as he was asked; not knowing what was coming next. He felt Hermione’s warm hands on his back; she was working his muscles with some kind of warm, sweet smelling oil. He could feel himself relaxing; her small hands were working miracles on the knots in his back.

‘How did she know that I love back massages? I don’t remember telling her that.’ He felt her moving down his back towards his bum, making him groan as she released the tight muscles of his lower back. “Oh Hera, thank you, this feels so good.” She smiled as she slid off of his legs, tapped him with her wand and transfigured his dress pants into a fluffy towel, leaving Draco naked before her. “Hey!!” He tried to turn over, “what’s the big idea?” Hermione gently pushed him back down.
“Just relax, Love. I just want to massage your legs.” She worked the muscles in the back of his legs and Draco groan. He knew that this wasn’t supposed to be arousing but her touch was so wonderful, so sensual. When she began to knead his bum, he growled,
“Hera…not fair…” He could feel his hardness growing. ‘Did she know that she was torturing him?’ Hermione stroked his hair and kissed the base of his neck.

“Sorry, Love. Would you turn over for me, please?” He did so and his arousal was more than evident through the fluffy towel. Hermione tried not to focus on it but she did smile to herself, ‘I must be doing something right.’ Hermione straddled his hardness and to began to massage his chest and upper arms. As she leaned forward, Draco could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. A deep throaty growl came from him as his hands wandered up her thighs. Draco’s eyes open in surprise.

“You don’t have any panties on, Hera.” She merely smiled and leaned in and kissed him deeply. Draco pushed the towel out of the way as Hermione settled her wetness onto his eager cock. “Oh Gods…” He held her, and kissed her as he teased her pussy with his cock.

“Draco…Mmmm…” In one smooth move, he removed her dress and tossed it aside. They began to kiss passionately as their hands began to caress each other’s bodies. He tilted his hips and entered her, slowly, making her moan with satisfaction.

“Gods, you feel so good.” He kissed her neck, marking her as his own. Hermione sat up and smiled at him as she rode his cock, her eyes were closed in complete ecstasy. Draco thumbed her clit as Hermione increased her pace, he could feel her tightening around him. “Oh, yes…right there…right there…don’t stop…don’t stop…oh..oh.. Dracooooooo!!!!!” Her body shook as her orgasm consumed her. Draco could feel her squeezing his cock so tightly. He thrust into her harder as he reached his peak, growling her name. She collapsed onto him, both of them breathing heavily. They held each other, basking in afterglow, as they warmed themselves by the fireplace. Draco kissed Hermione sweetly on the lips.

“Was that what you had planned for dessert?” She smiled sheepishly.

“Well, not exactly. I was planning on surprising you with Chocolate Mud Cake but this was so much better,” she giggled as he tickled her playfully. “I love you, Draco. Did you like your surprise?”

“I loved my surprise, Hera. Thank you. I love you.”

*End of Flashback*

Draco pulled Hermione closer to him, she smiled in her sleep. ‘Will she say ‘yes’? His heart was pounding at the thought. Somehow, he finally drifted off to sleep, happy to have her back in his arms again.

Hermione woke to the smell of vanilla and roses. She could feel something tickling her cheek; she tried to wipe it away but to no avail. Her eyes fluttered open to see Draco, teasing her with a white rose. “Good morning…”
“Good morning”, he leaned in and kissed her. “Did you sleep well?”
“In your arms, I always sleep well.”

“Are you ready for your next surprise?”

“There’s more?” He nodded.

“Now, close your eyes and hold on to me really tight.” Hermione could feel the pulling sensation, she tightened her grip.

“Open your eyes.” She gasped softly as she sat up and looked around the room. The furniture was all dark wood. There were green and silver tapestries on the walls, the duvet was velvet. There was a roaring fire in the hearth.

“Draco, where are we?”

“It’s a surprise. Come with me, my sweet.” He slid out of bed and offered her his hand. When she reached the edge of the bed, he smirked at her. “Do you trust me?” Hermione smirked…

“Maybe…” Draco kissed her nose and removed a silken scarf from the night stand, securing it around her eyes.

“Are you ready?” She nodded slowly. He leads her to the washroom; she could smell cinnamon and vanilla. She squeaked as he lifted her into his arms.

“What are you doing?” Draco didn’t say a word as he stepped into the warm water. Hermione moaned as the water caressed her body.

“Oh Draco…How is it that you can make the simplest things so erotic?”

He gave her a throaty chuckle, “I’m that good, Love.” Draco rested his forehead against hers before kissing her deeply. Hermione moaned with need as she squeezed her thighs together. His kisses moved towards her ear, tickling her as his hand coaxed her thighs apart. “What do you want, Hera?”

“Touch me…” Her hands were in his hair, pulling him to her, deepening their kiss. His fingers teased her folds, as she rocked her hips to meet his thrust. “Oh…yes…” Hermione’s head fell back as she lost herself in the bliss of his ministration. “Right there…Oh…Oh Draco…Mmmm…Yes…” He could feel her milking his fingers; she buried her face in the crook of his neck as her body began to tremble. She was whimpering as the waves of pleasure washed over her. ‘Gods, he always makes me feel so good…’ Draco kissed her shoulder, giving her goose bumps; he removed the blindfold and tossed it onto the floor. She could feel him pull her even closer to him, her legs straddling his lap. He slid them back to the far side of the enormous tub before sliding into her eager hole.
“Is that what you wanted, Hera?”
“Yes…Oh Yes…”
“Show me how much you missed me, Lover.” He kissed her deeply as his hands caressed her body. Hermione rode Draco cock, greedily seeking another release. She nipped and sucked his neck, savoring the taste of his skin. Draco moaned; he could feel her clenching his cock as she was climbing towards her peak. The pressure of her clit against his pelvic bone was giving her just the right pressure. Hermione’s body trembled as they met each other thrust for thrust. Their moans and gasps filled the air as they reached their peak together. They held each other, their breathing labored, their energy spent. Draco sucked Hermione’s neck, just above her collarbone, leaving his mark and making her moan.
“Wow!” She whispered
“Yeah...” Draco agreed. They both giggled at the glassy look in each other’s eyes.

They finished their bath, which took longer than they had planned; their simple touches slowly escalated and they ended up in yet another heavy petting session. Draco just loved kissing her; he could kiss her forever. They snuggled together on the bed, basking in the warmth of each other.

“Are you ready for the rest of your surprise?”
“I guess.” Draco got up and put on his thick black terry robe and helped her put on a thick red terry robe he had picked out for her. He placed a kiss on her forehead, and smiled at Hermione.

“I love you, Angel. I really hope you like your surprise.” Draco opens the bedroom door and Hermione gasped and looked around as they made their way to the stairs. There were expensive art, and sculptures, expensive rugs, ornate stained glass windows; everything was pristine and beautiful. As they descended the stairs she saw the smiling faces for 4 house elves. When they reached the bottom of the stairs a female elf dressed in a deep blue dress with a white apron stepped forward and curtsied. Draco had his arm around Hermione’s waist.
“Welcome Mistress, I’m Tinky. I would like to introduce Gracie, Sampson, and Crouch. We are the Head staff of the Manor and we are at your service. Please do not hesitate to ask us for anything while you are here. It is our pleasure to help make Mistress comfortable while she is here.” She curtsied and stepped back. Hermione felt Draco move; she watched him make a gesture to the elf then Tinky stepped forward again.

“Mistress, we are a fully compensated staff. We have our own quarters with individual furnished bedrooms, located past the east wing of the manor. We have full medical and dental benefits with the Magical Creatures union as well as a weekly salary and 3 weeks of paid vacation. We are very happy here at the Manor. Master Draco is not only our employer…he is our family.” Again, Tinky curtsied and stepped back. Hermione smiled, she glanced at Draco’s hand; he was giving Tinky the thumbs up sign.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Tinky, Gracie, Sampson, Crouch.” She shook each of their hands in turn. She turned to Draco, who was all smiles.

“So, are you going to tell me or am I just supposed to guess?”

“We’re at my family’s house. I wanted to us to be able to get away and spend some time together, just us. This seemed like the best place. We have privacy and all of the comforts of home. I even remodeled so it would be more like us, not stuffy like my parents used to have it. I already spoke to your boss, you’re off until Monday. Please say that you’ll stay here with me.” Hermione touched Draco’s face gently then snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him softly on the lips, making him moan. He pulled her closer to him.

“There is no place in the world I would rather be than right here with you.” She hugged him tight as she placed a kiss on the sensitive spot just below his ear. Draco groaned.

“Breakfast first, Missie…” then he turned to Tinky, “Is breakfast ready, Tinky?”

“Yes, Master, Gracie has it waiting for you and Mistress in the sunroom.”

“Thank you, Tinky.” She curtsied.

“Right this way, M’lady.”

Draco and Hermione had a lovely breakfast of Belgian Waffles with Fresh Fruit and Bacon. When they finished, he gave her a quick tour of the kitchen, just in case she got hungry and didn’t want to bother the elves. He knew how she was about stuff like that. Then they took the back way upstairs.

“Would you like the tour of the house or the grounds first?” He asked as he took his clothes out of the closet, laying them on the bottom of the bed. She looked at him, puzzled.

“Draco, I don’t have anything to wear.” He smiled.

“Go look in the closet.” She opened the closet door then turned and smiled at him. He had several outfits for her to choose from hanging in the closet for her.
“How long have you been planning this?” He shrugged as he took off his robe; he didn’t notice that she was walking towards him until Hermione was on her knees in front of him. She was laving his cock with her warm tongue and caressing his balls; Draco had to grab onto the mahogany bedpost to steady himself.

“Hera…Dear Gods…” She only looked up at him, feigning an innocent look as she took him deep into her throat. He started to tremble as she swirled her tongue around his sensitive head. He wasn’t sure if his legs could hold him for much longer. Draco watched Hermione, transfixed, as she sucked his cock so deliciously. Every moan and hum vibrated through his body bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Draco couldn’t take much more of this; he could feel himself losing control, his legs were trembling. “Hera, I’m gonna…OH GODS!!!!” Hermione swallowed his gift eagerly as she stroked his legs gently. Draco’s legs began to buckle; he slid onto the floor and sat in front of Hermione. His eyes were glassy, his cheeks were rosy, his breathing ragged. She stroked his face gently and smiled. He could only blink and stare at her for a moment.

“Wow…” he said, shyly. She said nothing; she simply kissed gently on the lips. Draco pulled Hermione closer and buried his face in her hair. His breathing was labored, his muscles were trembling slightly. She draped her arms around his, gently rubbing his back. His voice was very quietly as his spoke, “How do you do that to me?”

“Do what?” She held him, stroking his side, lovingly.

“How do you make me feel like the most powerful man in the world one moment, and then the next…” he snuggled closer to her. “…the next, I feel completely vulnerable…and I…I wish I could just…” Draco sighed quietly and stopped. Hermione stroked the back of his neck and kissed his head; then he continued. His voice was barely above a whisper, “I just wish I could lie in your arms and suckle at your breast like a child. You make me feel so safe, so loved. I don’t want to appear weak to you, Hera. I’m supposed to be strong, your protector; I’m not supposed to feel like this.” Draco’s breathing was uneasy as she held him. The fear of his confession was palpable. Hermione knew this very difficult for him and she needed to handle this moment as delicately as possible. She said nothing; she simply pushed him back gently and got up slowly. Then took his hands and helped him to his feet. Hermione led Draco to the bed. He climbed in; she removed her robe and climbed in next to him. They lay nose to nose, in silence, for a moment. Hermione smiled at him and pulled him to her. Draco looked at her confused for a moment, until she guided his mouth to her nipple. She could hear him whimper and stop. He looked at her; she simply nodded and pulled him to her. As Draco began to suckle at her breast, he curled around her body, holding her tightly. He was rocking back and forth, ever so slightly. Hermione kissed his head as she stroked his hair. Draco’s eyes were closed as he let the feeling that he’d
craved washed over him.

‘Why do I need this so much? Why do I need her so much? I want more, I need…so much more…’

Draco’s hand snaked down and settled between Hermione’s legs. He stroked her pussy gently as he continued to suckle. ‘She’s so wet.’ He began to pump his fingers into her sodden pussy as she met his gentle thrusts. His mouth never left her breast. Hermione moaned softly as she spread her legs wider. Without saying a word, she pulled him to her. Draco looked into her eyes and smiled as she stroked his face. They kissed deeply as he entered her fully. They looked into each other’s eyes, intently, without saying a word. He thrust into her slowly and deeply. Hermione moaned softly as she locked her legs around his. Draco shifted his weight and rolled over so Hermione was on top of him. He pulled her to him, taking her nipple into his mouth again. He suckled as she rode him slowly and steadily. He stroked her sides gently, caressing her soft curves.

Hermione could only whimper as her orgasm started to build. This felt totally different, she didn’t know why but she loved it. She could feel Draco’s hands caressing her bum; it felt amazing. She gasped as she felt his finger press against her rosebud. Hermione rode him harder and faster as she exploded. Draco could feel her milking his cock as her body shook; sending him over the top. He groaned and thrust into her harder, deeper coming deep inside of his love. He pulled her into his arms, kissing the sensitive spot beneath her earlobe.
“I love you, Hera.” She could only whimper as her body trembled with aftershocks. He felt her warm lips on his neck; then they traveled up to his ear, tickling that spot just behind his ear.
“I love you, Draco.”
They fell asleep in each other arms, exhausted and blissfully happy.

Several hours later, Draco woke to the buzz of his mobile phone. He looked around and found his phone on the night stand. There was an email from Alice.

‘I hope Hermione liked the surprise. Steinmetz mtg rescheduled for next Wednesday. Send Hermione my love. Relax and don’t let me find out that you were working.’

Draco smiled as he went to the next email.

‘How was the date?’ It was a message from Blythe. Draco just smiled. ‘I’ll write her later.’ He turned and looked at the beauty sleeping next to him and sighed quietly. ‘Maybe I did to something good at some point in my life. I must have; the Gods graced me with the most wonderful gift imaginable.’ He smuggled close to Hermione; kissing the tip of her ear.

“I love you, Angel.” He snaked his hand around her waist, rubbing her stomach softly. Hermione stretched as she turned over to face him. She was smiling before she opened her eyes.

“Hi Love.” She placed her hand on his cheek, caressing his face.
‘Gods, I could lose myself in those grey eyes of his. How did I get so lucky?’ Hermione pulled him to her, feeling warmth spread through her body as they kissed.

“So, my love, what would you like to do?” He asked, as he played with her curls. She smiled shyly.

“I have you all to myself until Sunday?” Draco nodded, smiling. She snuggled close to him, closing her eyes as she inhaled his intoxicating scent. “I’ve missed this.”

He smiled, “Missed what?”
“The smell of your skin, the feeling of your arms around me; there is nothing like it.” She looked into his eyes. “I love waking up next to you, Draco.” He stroked her face, lovingly.

“Hera, I love waking up next to you, too. The loft only feels like home when you’re there with me. I love you so much; I don’t ever want to be without you. Would you consider moving into the loft with me? We can redecorate any way you want to so it would look more like ‘us’ and more ‘girly’. We could make the downstairs bedrooms into your office and study so you will have a place to work and read… Hera? Please say something.”

Hermione blinked back her tears as she started to speak slowly, “You want me to move into the loft with you?”

“I want us to start building a home together.” Hermione could feel her mouth getting dry.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Really, Love.” Hermione bit her lip as she tried to process the information that was just presented to her. She looked into his eyes; she could see such love and eagerness for her answer.

“Yes… yes, Draco, I want to start building a home with you.” Her voice was shaky; this was such a big step for them. She was scared to death but her heart was filled with joy that he loved her enough to want to even try this. Hermione braced herself, expecting Draco to tackle her and smother her with kisses. Instead, he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and stroked her cheek.

“I love you, Hermione.” He rested his forehead against hers as he tried to hold back his tears. She was his family now and forever and he would do everything in his power to make her happy for the rest of their lives.

“So Love, are you going to give me the tour of this museum or are you gonna keep me here, naked, in your bed, until Sunday?” He gave her a deep throat chuckle.

“Our bed, love, our bed.” He stroked her face, and kissed her softly on the lips. “I plan on having you naked…and moaning my name in as many rooms in this house as possible before Sunday, Professor Granger.” Hermione started to blush as Draco pressed his lips close to her ear, “Put it this way, Lover, I didn’t pack any panties for you because you won’t need them.” Draco caressed her breast as his kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. Hermione whimpered; rubbing her thighs together. “What, Angel? What’s wrong? Is your pussy getting wet again?”

“Uh-huh…”

“You want to feel my tongue on your sweet pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes…please.” She panted

Draco grinned with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “No…” Hermione groaned in frustration. “It’s time for your tour, Love; you wanted to see the manor, didn’t you?” He got out of bed, leaving Hermione uncovered; her pussy glistening. He watched her slide her hand down between her legs as he rubbed her clit. She whimpered as her fingers dipped into her hungry pussy. Draco stood at the end of the bed watching her; working his erection as Hermione fingered herself.

“Does that feel good, Angel?”

“Yes…” She never broke eye contact with him. Her hips were rocking against her fingers; her breathing became shallower.

“Do you like when I watch you?”

“Yes…”

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes…” Her eyes were glassy as she began to finger herself faster. She moaned louder as her body began to tremble. Draco’s eyes were transfixed as his love pleasured herself. He was close to the edge. Their eyes locked as they brought themselves to climax. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat. Draco walked to her, on shaky legs, kissing her deeply as he ran his hand over her smooth stomach. Hermione trembled at his touch as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you cum?” Hermione could feel her cheek getting warm. He kissed her once more. “Are you ready to get up?” She nodded; Draco helped her sit up. She snuggled close to him, not wanting to leave his arms just yet.

“I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll be ready in 15 minutes, ok?” She said to him as she started to get up. He got a devilish glint in his eye. “No, I’m gonna take shower, alone. If I take it with you, we will never end up leaving this room…ever.” Draco kissed Hermione deeply and squeezed her bum, making her moan before she pulled away and collected her clothes then headed to the washroom.

When Hermione emerged 15 minutes later, Draco was showered, dressed and waiting for her on the sofa in front of the hearth. She was dressed in white yoga pants, a pale blue tank and a navy and pale blue hoodie. “Umm…shoes?” She said quietly, as she stood in front of Draco, looking down at her toes. He looked up and smiled at her as he pulled her down onto his lap.

“Yes, you have shoes, but you don’t get them until I get a kiss.” Hermione smiled and touched his cheek, then pulled him to her. She placed her lips on his and a warm rush went through her body as Draco deepened the kiss.

‘I could spend the rest of my life kissing this man. Gods…I want to spend the rest of my life kissing this man.’

She could feel his warm hands caressing her back; she just melted. ‘How does he do that? All he has to do is touch me and I’m completely under his control. If we don’t stop soon, we’re never going to leave this room…Is that a bad thing? Stop it, Hermione!! He’s all yours for the next 4 days. This can be continued later…Maybe in more interesting places.’ Hermione started to giggle as she buried her face in the crook of Draco’s neck.

“What’s so funny?” She shook her head.

“Nothing…” her cheeks were pink. “Let’s start that tour.” Hermione scrambled off of Draco’s lap before she embarrassed herself anymore. She was standing at the door before Draco fully realized that she had moved. “Shoes?” Draco shakes his head and grabs her trainers and socks; he tossed them to her one at a time. She put them on as quickly as she could.

“Ok, my love.” He looked at her, suspiciously. He met her at the door and kissed her ever so softly on the lips. Hermione almost sprinted away from him, for fear that she would jump into his arms and they would end up back in bed doing deliciously naughty things to each other. Draco just watched her, trying to figure out why she was acting so weird. As he reached the top of the stairs where Hermione was standing, his smile turned to a more predatory look. Hermione started to back away from him.

“Draco, what’s that look for?”

“What look, my love?” He continued to walk towards her, stalking his prey.

“You’re looking at me like I’m a steak.”

“Am I?” Hermione screamed and ran down the stairs and around the corner, into the closest room. Draco smirked as he slowly ran after her. She had no idea that she just landed herself in the ‘Dragon’s Den’. He strolled into his study and pulled the pocket doors closed behind him. Draco could see Hermione peeking out from behind the leather sofa. “Hera, why are you hiding?” He walked towards the far side of the room, away from Hermione, like he didn’t see where she was hiding.

“Because…”

“Because why…” He snuck up behind her and grabbed her.

“Gotta!” Hermione squealed.

Before Hermione could even react, Draco had her pinned to the wall. Her arms were above her head, her breathing was short. He caressed her breast gently. “You know, Lover, leaving the bedroom doesn’t mean that I’m not going lavish you with any amount of affection I see fit whenever and wherever I want to. You do remember where we are, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh…”

“You do realize what this means?” Hermione shook her head, no. “It means that I can ravage you in this room and many, many, others, you’re going to love it, you’re gonna beg me for more and you don’t have a choice.” Hermione could only whimper. Her brain was screaming at her to argue with him, to push back like she used to but she couldn’t. She wanted him, needed him like she needed air and he knew it.

“You love this sweet torture, don’t you?” She could only shake her head, yes. “Do you want me to stop?” Again she shook her head, no. Draco started kissing her neck as he pressed his erection against her. Hermione whimpered. “You smell so good…” She could hear a growl come from deep in his throat. “I can’t get enough of you, Hera.” Draco hand slid under her tank top as he pinched her nipple gently; she gasped at his touch.

Hermione giggled slightly, “We’re acting like horny teenagers…”

“Your point?” he continued to kiss down her neck and across her collarbone.

“We should…wait…maybe…”

“Wait? I don’t think so, Love…I’ve been without the love of my life for the past 2 weeks and before that, we hardly saw each other because of work. I’ve kidnapped you and I’m holding you as my beautiful captive so I can have my wicked way with you…I’m making up for lost time. Do you really think I want to wait?”

“You aren’t a very patient bloke, are you?”

“Not so much. Now kiss me, my love.” His warm mouth met hers and she was lost in the moment. Draco always knew how to make her melt; she moaned as he fondled her breast. “I can’t get enough of you.” He whispered, as his kisses moved to chin and jaw line. “You have me under your spell, Hera Love, and I love every minute of it.” Hermione sighs softly. Draco picks Hermione up and carries her to the sofa. He lies down with her on his chest and continues to kiss her. “Now, may I continue to snog you or are you going to continue to protest?”

“Kiss me, you silly man.”