Always On My Mind

As soon as Draco dropped her on the bed he took off his outer robes and laid himself on top of her, once again capturing her hands and pinning them above her head. With his free hand he unbuttoned the front of her blouse, finally growing impatient and ripping it apart.

“You bastard!” she hissed. “That was expensive!”

“I’ll buy you three more,” he said huskily as his eyes took in the sight of her lovely skin compliment by the lace of her bra. Straddling her he shrugged out of his clothes and then in one movement he had her skirt off of her hips, leaving her in only a pair of pale blue lace knickers. He leaned forward and kissed her again, shoving her legs on either side of his knees. It had been ages since he’d been with a woman and even longer since he’d been with this one. The anticipation was killing him.

Hermione twisted under him, but he knew she was turned on. She’d never been one for passive love-making. Like most things in her life, she was passionate about this act as well and Draco knew he brought the best in her. Latching his mouth onto the side of her neck he had her bra off with an expert twist of his fingers in the back. He lathed his tongue around the dusky pink tip before biting down hard. Hearing her moan in ecstasy made him almost come. Her hands found their way into his hair and she pulled at it making him face her. They locked eyes for a moment before Draco pushed her back on the bed holding her down with one hand and teasing her wet opening with his other.

“Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.” She managed to moan and glare at him at the same time. He thrust one long finger into her cunt and closed his eyes at how tight she was. Thrusting a second finger in and drawing them in and out with practiced ease, he watched her throw her head back. “Tell me this doesn’t feel right and I’ll leave, you’ll never see me again, but you and I both know this is what you want.”

For one horrible moment he thought that she might say no. He thought that maybe she had found a better lover or that he was no longer capable of driving her mad. Still thrusting his fingers he felt her inner muscles tighten and to his relief, she ground out, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Grinning he removed his fingers and with one hard thrust he was sheathed inside of her. She screamed at the combination of pleasure and pain. It seemed she had been without a lover for quite some time as well and Draco was glad for it. He began thrusting into her body and placed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue inside so that he could fully invade her body in both openings. He wanted to crawl inside her and mark her as his. He bit at various points on her neck and breasts, leaving bruises and nipping the skin in some places. He wanted her to not be able to forget that this had happened tomorrow.

Sitting up, he grabbed her hips with his large hands and held on as she met him thrust for thrust. He stared at her eyes and felt a surge of possessive euphoria pass through him. This was how it was supposed to be. Just him and her and nobody else. It would never be this good with anyone else because she had been made just for him.
Feeling her muscles clamp around him he doubled his efforts, slamming into her, watching her breasts bounce with the movement and the color rise from her chest up through her face until she at last screamed out her climax. He followed hers, calling out her name before falling on top of her in a sweaty tangle of limbs.

As he finally rolled over, pulling out of her he noticed that her bed sheets were blue satin and grinned. She’d gotten a taste for satin sheets living with him. She may have gotten rid of their furniture, but she couldn’t completely eradicate him from her life. His influence was still there.

Hermione got up and composed herself before reaching out for her robe which hung on the back of her door. Draco got up and dressed himself and then moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She kept her face turned away from him.

“Well, I guess that’s settled then. I’ll owl the Ministry and tell them. You’ll want to notify your land lord that you’ll be moving soon and I’ll inform the elves to make room in storage for your things until we figure out what to do with them. How soon do you want to get married?”

“We’re not getting married,” she said softly.

“What?” he yelled. “After what just happened? We just-“

“Slept together,” she finished for him. ‘It doesn’t change anything.”

“It changes everything! As far as I’m concerned, you’re mine now!”

“It doesn’t change anything, Draco; we’re still too different to make this work!”

"We’re not too different! We challenge each other! You know you don’t want some ponce you can run over with that insufferable stubborn nature of yours, you’d be bored to tears! You thrive on intellectual debate and I can give that to you!”

“Yes, you can give me that, but that’s about it!” she shouted back.

“How about the best bloody orgasm you’ve ever had in your life?”

She blushed and pulled her robe closer to her. “That’s right,” he continued. “I’m the one that makes you feel alive, that’s why you always came back to me because we’re fucking good together and you love it. You love that I don’t treat you like the Gryffindor Princess everyone else sees. I spent two years never once getting tired of fucking you because we’re it for each other.”

“You got tired enough to move out, which brings me back to my point! We both got tired of that life! I was sick and tired of going to every single party and social gathering listening to people talk about the difference between French dress robes and Italian ones! Towards the end I rarely saw you and there were days I was glad for it! I was spending my time with a bunch of shallow, pompous idiots and it made me sick because you wanted to be one of them!”

“I was raised in that world, but it’s not who I am! I figured that out two months after I moved out!” He was shocked. The entire time he thought that she had been content and it never occurred to him that she was bored of him as well.

“If you figured that out, then how come it took so long for you to admit it?”

“Because I wanted to be sure!” he screamed. “I didn’t want to run back to you just because I got scared! I didn’t want you to just be some kind of security or crutch! I wanted to know that what we had was real, I didn’t want to question it!”

“But you did, Draco,” she said quietly. “And that isn’t love.”

“Maybe I didn’t treat you the way that you deserved, but I always loved you!”

“Love isn’t walking out on somebody just because things get tough! Love is sticking together and making it work, no matter what! Love is making time in your life for the people you care about! Love isn’t putting someone on the shelf so that you can go do whatever you want and then come back and flip out because they didn’t wait for you the way you think they should have!” Her face was alive with anger and Draco had never seen her more beautiful.

“I’m sorry, for what I did, more sorry than you’ll ever know. I’ve changed, though. And I didn’t flip out on you!”

“So what do you call your little disappearing act in Hogsmeade? Blaise Zabini practically accused me of assaulting you! You went home and threw a hissy fit like the little rich brat you’ve always been!”
“It wasn’t a fit, I was heartbroken! I admit I was an arrogant asshole thinking I’d have you at my beck and call for the rest of my life and seeing you that day ended that whole era of my life! I knew right then that I should never have taken you for granted and I’ll never do that ever again. You used to be the one who gave everyone second chances, so where’s the second chance for the man you love?”

“It isn’t about second chances, Draco, it’s about not making the same mistakes over again. I want a family with children. I want my child’s father to know what his son’s favourite colour is and what he does all day. I want someone who comes home after work and doesn’t stay out drinking with his friends! You’ve never wanted that life and I’m not expecting you to be the one to give it to me.”

“All I want Hermione, is to come home to you, every night and that’s what I’m going to get because you let one important thing slip by.”

“And what’s that?” she asked, agitated.

“You still love me.”

“I never said that.”

“No, but you won’t deny it. You still love me and you were put in Gryffindor because when push comes to shove you follow your heart. This is far from over.” With that he shoved past her and flooed back to his home, leaving a shaken Hermione alone with her thoughts.