What I\'ve Always Known

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot. And my cold, which is back for the second time this month. *grrr*

A/N: Drum roll please....well here it is, the scene you\'ve all been waiting for. Haha, but don\'t worry, I made sure not to abandon the plot for sex, as tempting as it was. Please keep the awesome reviews coming! :D


Fall Into You


‘Any trip through the school couldn’t have possibly been this long before.’ Hermione thought to herself, as Draco led her down into a cold stone passage, his warm hand clasped in hers. Her stomach twisted with excitement when Draco stopped in front a portrait of a sneering, pasty wizard.

“Not that Pansy twit this time Draco? Who would have thought…. well I won’t say you’ve done badly.” The wizard roved his eyes over Hermione in a most disgusting manner. Draco stretched a hand back and slowly moved Hermione behind him, his eyes never leaving the wizard.

“You will learn a lesson one of these days Mallogoff, just pray it isn’t me that has to teach it to you.” Draco’s voice was silky, with a strong sense of threat to it. Hermione peeked out from behind Draco’s shoulder, and smirked as she saw Mallogoff’s eyes widen with fright. She squeezed Draco’s bicep lightly, feeling proud of him for a reason she couldn’t quite explain or even understand.

Mallogoff cleared his throat and straightened his black robes nervously, “Password Master Malfoy?”

“Malevolentia” The threatening calm was still in Draco’s voice. Mallogoff nodded and his portrait swung forward to uncover an arched doorway in the wall. Draco took Hermione’s hand again and led her into a bedroom/ sitting room. Everything was covered in green and silver silk, including the silk tapestries that hung around the large stone fireplace. Adorned on some of the wall tapestries was a great silver snake with poisonous red eyes, curled around a large letter ‘S’. Draco took off his robe, watching Hermione drink in the setting with a soft, affectionate smile on his lips. Hermione revolved slowly on the spot, taken aback by the sheer grandeur of the room. Draco laid his robes on a chair, and moved behind Hermione.

Her lips formed a silent ‘Wow’ as Draco’s hands came around her to unbutton her robes and slip them off her shoulders. He then pulled his wand out of his pocket and swept it around the room. Dozens of candles reacted and sprang to life, filling the dark room with a gentle, flickering orange glow. Hermione smiled and turned to face Draco. Gently he took her face in his hands.

“I want you to tell me if you change your mind at any time. Promise me you’ll tell me.” He whispered.

“I promise Draco.” Hermione whispered, almost adding ‘But it’s not very likely…so you; pants off!’

Leaning her cheek into one of Draco’s soft hands, Hermione slipped the top button of his shirt out of place and Draco smiled tenderly before leaning in to kiss her. Her hands began to tremble as she reached the last few buttons and her stomach was filled with butterflies.

“Hermione…You’re trembling.” Draco whispered against her lips, not opening his eyes.

“You have that affect on me, darling.” Hermione slid his shirt off of his shoulders, loving the skin exposed to her. Draco ran his hands very softly down the front of her shirt, letting his palms graze her breasts through the unwanted material.

“Draco…. you won’t break me. Touch me.” Hermione brought her hands up to cover Draco’s, encouraging him to squeeze. Draco moaned loudly and kissed her hard. He squeezed his fingers and palms, applying enough pressure so she was on the border of pain. Hermione had never felt anything so erotic in her life and she gasped. Draco took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, withdrawing it soon after and thrusting in again, mimicking what was to come.

Draco’s hands finally went to the buttons of her shirt after she pushed her ribcage out every so slightly. She had swapped her emerald green bra for a red, lacy one and was more than eager to see the look on his face. He made short work of the troublesome buttons, and she pulled away to look him in the eyes. He smiled at her, and let his eyes travel down her torso, in the complete opposite manner of Mallogoff. He let out a hungry moan and bit his bottom lip, his eyes glazed over in lust.

Hermione moved towards him again, and Draco’s nimble fingers were soon on the zipper of her skirt, sliding it down, and then skimming up her backside. Hermione kicked off her shoes and managed to pull her knee high socks off using only her feet. She stepped out of the pool of clothing around her and started kissing Draco’s chest. She undid his belt, sliding it out of the loops, one by one. Draco kicked off his shoes with two clunks and used Hermione’s trick to remove his socks.

Every moment she held off was sweet torture, as she let her fingers play around the area of his fly, every now and then skimming over the growing bulge there. Hermione smiled and crooked her fingers slightly, dragging her nails down his cock. Draco rolled his head back with a growl of approval. Hermione felt the moisture between her legs becoming more and more intense with Draco’s every touch and sound.

Soon Draco’s pants joined the rest of her clothes on the floor and Hermione pressed herself up against his body, needing the feel of his skin against hers. Draco slid his hands down to Hermione’s hips and lifted her off the ground effortlessly. Taking the hint, she placed her legs around his waist, and he took the necessary steps to the bed, laying her down in the centre on the silken sheets.

Draco pulled his wand out of the band of his boxers and rested it on her lower belly.

“Infecunditas,” Draco performed a basic contraceptive spell and Hermione felt a warm sensation rush over her lower body. Draco placed his wand on the bedside table and paused above her, hands braced on either side of her shoulders.

“Hermione?”

“Draco?”

“I want you to know that I’ve never…I never have gone…er…all the way.” He said. Hermione was more than a little astonished. He was easily the best looking boy in Slytherin, and girls were always hanging off him like tasteless Christmas decorations. “Don’t look so shocked. I was fighting my feelings for you for a long time.”

“The Prince of Slytherin a virgin?” Hermione couldn’t help but poke fun at him.

“Yes a virgin.” He sneered jokingly.

“Just like the innocent Bookworm of Gryffindor then.” Hermione sighed dramatically.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “Innocent?” He glanced pointedly at her racy red lingerie.

Hermione smirked and wrapped her hands around his shoulders, pulling his body down onto hers. Draco settled his full weight on top of her slowly, his throbbing erection pressing into the juncture of her thigh.

Hermione unwrapped her legs from around Draco and moved her hands down his body, pushing his boxers down to his knees. Draco finished the work, kicking them off the bed. They were shortly followed by Hermione’s bra and panties and Hermione gasped as Draco took a hard nipple in between his thumb and index fingers. He pinched and Hermione cried out as pain and pleasure flooded through her body. She lost track of which felt better.

“Draco…” Hermione’s voice shook along with her body. She was tense now, as memories of Parvarti’s claims that a girls’ first time was painful as hell. Draco came up and pressed his lips against Hermione’s, kissing her so tenderly she found she couldn’t breathe. She raised her hips to brace them against his. Draco pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

“I’m sorry; this is going to hurt love.” He whispered apologetically.

“I know. I’m not afraid.”

Draco took her hips in his hands and parted her moist folds with the head of his member. Hermione closed her eyes in the sensation.

“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered again, before she tilted her hips up for him, and he slid a little ways into her. Hermione gasped and gritted her teeth. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt tears prick her eyes.

“Just breathe,” Draco’s calm voice broke through the pain and she felt him pull out of her. The pain lessened, but Hermione’s heart was stabbed with a loss. She opened her eyes and Draco kissed her lightly, eyes open, as he slid into her again. This time, the pain was not as extreme, and she bit her lip, a wave of pleasure rippling through the ocean of hurt. Hermione smiled up at a very worried Draco and she pushed her hips upward, taking him fully inside her. Draco and Hermione both closed their eyes in ecstasy, basking in the feel of each other.

Hermione finally couldn’t stand it any longer and moved her hips upward, asking Draco a silent question of wanting. Draco sighed happily, and slowly pulled out and pushed back into her, rocking both of their bodies to a steady rhythm.

“Mmm Draco…” Hermione moaned, her breath starting to come in short pants.

“Say it again,” Draco panted, his shoulders starting to shake. “Say my name.”

“Draco…Draco...Draco…” With every passing second, Hermione disappeared further and further into a cloud of bliss, her every thought, sense and reason filled to the brink with Draco.

Hermione started tilting her pelvis towards the ceiling at the same time Draco thrust into her, eliciting throaty moans from both of them. Draco ran his hands down Hermione’s sides and thighs, raking his nails lightly over the soft flesh near the front of her hips. Hermione gazed up into Draco’s silver eyes and brought her lips up to kiss his.

“I love you.” He panted against her mouth. Hermione sighed and rolled her head back, eyes closed. Draco ran the tip of his tongue up her throat, coming up to nip her bottom lip with his teeth. Hermione’s walls started clenching around Draco and she dug her nails into his shoulders. Draco started plunging into her fast and harder, until they were moaning as one.

Hermione opened her eyes, and Draco opened his and they both smiled before Draco pushed one final time into Hermione and they both came. Hermione felt herself crashing through a world of absolute bliss, all her senses taught as a guitar string. She called Draco’s name and he answered her erotic call with one of his own.

Hermione pushed a lock of damp hair off Draco’s forehead as she lay hot and breathless underneath him. Draco grinned and rested his head on Hermione’s shoulder. Hermione cupped her hand around the back of his neck, and closed her eyes. She could feel him softening within her, and she sighed with contentment.

After several minutes, Draco rolled off and out of her, waving his wand once to extinguish the candles, before turning her to face him and pulling a green sheet over them, the cool fabric refreshing on their sweaty flesh.

“I never thought I would feel for someone the way I feel for you Draco.” Hermione whispered into the dark. Draco pulled her tighter against his chest and Hermione heard the smile in his next words.

“I love you Hermione. More than I could ever understand.” Draco placed a tender kiss on her forehead.