New Beginnings

Draco slowly woke to the smell of cinnamon and vanilla and Hermione's soft warm body curled up next to him, her face turned towards him. He looked over at her, she looked so beautiful, a mass of auburn curls, long eyelashes, those pouty lips. He couldn't believe that he was falling for her so quickly. She was the first woman he had ever 'slept' with. He had shagged plenty of girls but he never let them sleep in his bed or slept in their beds. He wasn't quite sure why, but back then, girls didn't care as long as they could be with him. Now, lying here with her like this, made everything more special. Draco ran his hand down her neck and across her collarbone. Her lips curled into a faint smile but she didn't stir. He let his hand wander to her soft, supple breast, fondling it gently. Draco could feel her nipple harden against his palm as a soft moan escaped her lips. He moved very slowly, sliding down in the bed. He placed his warm mouth over her right nipple, sucking her gently as he fondled her left breast. Hermione moaned softly as she spread her legs. Draco's heart began to race as he felt his cock become rock hard. He slid his warm hand down her taut stomach until it came to rest on her soft smooth mound. He turned his head to see if she was awake, her breathing was slow and even, her body relaxed. Draco continued to suckle her nipple as his fingers traced her soft, moist pussy lips. He grazed her clit and Hermione moaned as she lifted her hips to meet his hand. He eased one then two fingers inside of her warmth, pumping them slowly as he thumbed her clit. Her hips began to move in time with his fingers as pressed against her g-spot. Hermione moaned as she tightened around his fingers, as her body trembled. Draco could feel her juices all over his fingers. He so wanted to bury his face between her thighs, to lick her clean but he didn't want to wake her.

Her breathing was more labored; her body was glistening with perspiration. He held her close to him, kissing her forehead. 'She was so beautiful.' Draco thought, 'I can't get enough of her. I want to be with her like this forever.'

"Be Mine, Hera", he whispered so quietly that he could barely hear it.

"I'm yours, Love", she whispered, snuggling closer to him and dozed off into a deep sleep again. Satiated and feeling very loved.

Draco couldn't fall back to sleep, much to his chagrin. He got out of bed, being careful not to wake Hermione. He took a quick shower and after 'relieving' his tension, he felt much better. He headed to the living room to check his email on his blackberry, clad only in a towel. He couldn't help but smirk as he looked through his email. If someone would have told him when he was at Hogwarts that he would be so accustom to 'muggle technology' he would have told them they were mad and probably hit them and now look at him. As he was checking his mail, his phone vibrated. Draco smiled. It was Blaise, every Saturday morning, like clockwork. Blaise was truly his best friend. After the war and Lucius went to Azkaban, many of his parent's "friends" alienated he and his mother but Blaise and his mum, Zora, never did. After his mum died, they let him live with them until he decided with he wanted to do with his life. They were more like family than friends. Every Saturday morning, Blaise would call and insist that Draco come over for lunch. He wouldn't take no for an answer, he would only accept Sunday instead of Saturday.

"Mornin', D."

"Hey, Blaise."

What time are you coming over for lunch?"

"Umm.."

"You know you're not allow to say no. Your godchild is looking forward to seeing you."

"No fair using Chloe against me, Man. That's harsh..."

"Whatever works."

"Seriously, B, I'm not going to be able to come for lunch this week."

"You better have a really, really good reason for blowing us off for lunch."

"Blaise, I met someone…"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah…seriously…"

"Well, details…"

"I don't want to jinx it but she's pretty amazing."

"Details?"

"She went to school with me and we kind of ran into each other at a local coffee shop and we hit it off, much to our surprise."

"Why are you being so vague, Draco?"

"This is still really new and I haven't done this in a while. I'm just nervous."

"So when can we meet her?"

"Persistent, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, I'm your brother. I just want you to be happy, D, you know that. You're the one that told me to get my head out of my arse when Blythe came into my life. I almost let my wife walk away because of the stupidness that we were raised with. Have I ever thanked you for that?"

"Yes, you have. Besides, Blythe keeps you out of trouble when I can't be around." Blaise laughs.

"Ok, I'm not going to push you on this one. You have a happy tone in your voice that I haven't heard in ages. If this woman is the reason for that, take all the time you need. I just want you to be happy."

"Thanks, Blaise. That means a lot to me."

"I'll let you go. I will give you call later in the week. We need to get together to go over some business stuff, ok?"

"Ok. Is there anything wrong?"

"No, everything's fine. Just want to touch base and keep you on top of things."

"Ok. Thanks, Blaise. Kiss the girls for me. Have a good weekend."

"I will, you too."

Draco leans back on the couch, staring into space. Blaise and Blythe really were his best friends. They always gave him a place for all muggle and wizarding holidays. As much as he hated to admit it, he was envious of Blaise, not jealous…just envious. He wanted to be happy like Blaise and Blythe. They truly had it all, a loving, happy marriage, a wonderful growing family, in Draco's eyes, perfection.

***********Flashback********************************
The day Chloe was born; it was one of the happiest and saddest days of his life. He was in the delivery room with them, holding Blythe's hand, encouraging and comforting her. He was on one side, Blaise was on the other. They had insisted; they said that he was family and he had to be there when the next member of the family came into the world. At his first sight of Chloe, she took his breath away, she was perfect…beautiful. Draco couldn't help but tear up at the sight of her with her loving parents. Then his best friends did the unthinkable.

"Draco, we would like to introduce you to your godchild, Chloe Narcissa Zabini." Blythe said as Blaise placed the infant in Draco's arms. He looked from Chloe to her parents and back as his tears fell. He mouthed the words, "Thank you." to his friends before turning his attention to the beautiful bundle in his arms. Chloe held his finger as she slept, melting Draco's heart. He began to whisper to the infant softly as he starred at her in awe.

"Hi Chloe Bear. I'm your Uncle D, I'm your godfather. I've been waiting for you for a really long time to meet you. You're really amazing, little lady, do you know that? And you couldn't have picked better folks if you tried. You're a very lucky girl. We're both very luck to have them."

He looked up at his smiling, exhausted friends, and blushed. He didn't realize they were watching their little exchange. Draco smiled, sheepishly, walked over to the bed and handed Chloe back to Blythe. "I'm gonna let you guys do that family bonding thing so I can go home, take a shower and get some sleep." He kissed Blythe on the head. She looked up at him, giving him a sleepy smile. Draco squeezed Chloe's little hand, sighing quietly. Blaise met him at the end of the bed and gave him a bear hug that Draco gladly returned.
"Thank you for being with us today. We love you, D."

"I love you guys, too. Congratulations. Now, go be with your wife and your daughter. I will talk to you later."

"Are you coming back later?" Draco simply nodded. Blaise smiled at him as he went back to the bed, climbing in next to Blythe, cradling she and Chloe in his arms.

Draco left St. Mungo, via the most inconspicuous exit, and apparated back to the manor. He walked around the quiet, empty house until he reached his mother's study. He fell onto the loveseat, curled himself into a ball and cried. The joy he had felt for his friends had been replaced by utter despair and all consuming loneliness.
'Was he always going to hurt like this? Would he ever find someone that made him feel as happy as Blaise feels when he's with Blythe? Would he ever feel 'whole' again?'

***********End of Flashback********************************

His mind drifted to his beautiful angel sleeping in the next room. It had been just over 24 hours since she stood in his office doorway, looking so nervous. Her curious nature had gotten the best of her…as usual. Much to their mutual surprise and relief, childhood animosity had gone by the wayside and they found common ground immediately. It was so natural, so comfortable. He had never felt like this before and it completely terrified him. Every ounce of his being wanted her and not just physically…for once. That was the scariest part of it all. He wanted all of her…Body…Mind…and Soul… He wanted to have silly inside jokes that only they understood, he WANTED the bickering over what to watch on the tele and whose turn it was to take out the rubbish. He desperately wanted to wake up next to her for the rest of his life..

"Hey you…" That sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts. Draco looked up to see his beautiful Hera peeking at him from the hall. He could see her naked shoulder and thigh.

"Hi Angel. Why are you hiding over there? Come here, Silly." She scurried across the room and into his arms. Her skin was cold. "Oh, my Sweetheart's cold. Let me fix that." He took the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around her. Hermione snuggled close to him, loving how he liked to take care of her. It was nice to have someone take care of her for once.

"Why did you get up?" she asked, her head resting on his chest.

"I needed to check my email. Sorry, business stuff." She nodded. "And I got a phone call." He paused. ‘This was the moment of truth, how was she going to react.’ "I was supposed to have lunch with Blaise and his wife but I told him that I couldn't. (pause) I told him that I met someone. (extended pause) He was really happy for me."

"Will he still be happy when he finds out it’s me?" Her tone wasn't angry or bitter, she sounded, nervous.
"I think so. We've all changed a lot since Hogwarts, Love. Blaise's wife, she's American and…she's muggle-born." Hermione looked at him which a look of shock on her face.

"Really?" Draco nodded.

"Hera, I would appreciate it if you would consider going with me one Saturday for lunch. It would mean a lot to me."

"I'm going to need a bit of time to adjust to the idea, Draco, if that's ok?" He smiled at her, touching her cheek, lovingly.

"Love, I don't plan on sharing you with Blaise or anyone else for quite a while so you don't have to worry about that, ok?"

"You don't want to share me? Then, Draco, what ever will we do with ourselves?" She asked, mockingly with a smile.

"Oh I think I can think of a few things." He began to kiss her neck as his hand slipped under the blanket, stroking her side, gently. He kissed her lips, then nose then her forehead before resting his forehead against hers.

He sighs softly, "I should probably go home and change my clothes. Are you gonna come with me?" She nodded eagerly.

"Can we go out to brunch after you change?"

"Is my angel hungry?" She nodded, smiling at him.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" He kissed her and stood up with her in his arms. Hermione squeaked and clutched his neck, making Draco smile. He carries her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed, lying atop of her. Before she could speak, he began to kiss her deeply. All thoughts fell away as her hands began to explore his body. Draco's kisses moved down to her neck, sucking it, leaving his mark. She sighed, involuntarily as she spread her legs for him.

"Draco…we shouldn't…", her voice was unconvincing.

"Why, Love…" he continued to kiss her as his warm hands explored her body. When he pressed his hardness against her moist entrance, she shivered in his arms. Hermione's breathing was ragged as she tried to speak but couldn't. "Why should we stop, Love?" He entered her, but only a little, making her moan as she trembled.

"Draco…" she sighed his name as she arched her back, taking him deeper.

"Yes, Love…Tell me what you want."

"You…"

"I'm yours, my lioness…", he smiled and gently touched her face before kissing her deeply and sheathed himself in her warmth. She moaned in his mouth as he filled her, clutching him tightly. Draco made love to Hermione slowly, bringing her to the edge over and over then backing off ever so slightly then starting again.

Hermione thought she was going mad with ecstasy. Her entire body was on fire. She had never had such a hunger like this. What was it about his man, how he touched her, kissed her, made love to her? She could feel herself unraveling as the edge neared again. She held him tight, pressing her lips to his ear, her voice barely above a whisper and filled with lust, "Come with me, Draco.."
Draco nearly went mad when he heard her words, and felt her hot breath on his ear. His thrusts began harder and deeper as they both moaned and climaxed together. He smothered her face with kisses as they trembled in each other's arms.

They held each other, in silence, for what seemed like hours. Finally, she sighed softly, "We should probably get ready to go, Love." Draco nodded. He didn't want to move. There was a little selfish part of him that wanted to block out the world so it was only the two of them but he knew it wasn't possible. He got up slowly and found his clothes, dressing slowly. Hermione watched him from the bed, she could see sadness in his eyes but she didn't understand where it came from. He walked towards the door and turned to look at her.

"Do you want shower before we go?" His voice was quiet.

"Can I take a shower at your place?" He gave her a slight smile and nodded.

"We can stop and get breakfast on the way, Ichabod's has breakfasts like Hogwarts and they make them to go. I can call?"

"I'd like that. You can pick something out for me while I toss some stuff in a bag, ok?" He nodded. Hermione got out of bed, walked over to him, kissing him on the lips. Much to her surprise, Draco pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. He so wanted to just tell her. Tell her that he loved her, that he needed her; that his life would be an empty shell without her but he couldn't. He was too afraid. Afraid that she would laugh, or worse, leave him and he would be alone again. But this time, he didn't know if he would survive. He now knew what happiness…what love felt like… living without it, without her, wasn't living at all. Right now, all he could do was hold her. He needed this moment to last just a little longer.

"Draco Love, are you ok?" hearing her voice went right through him, for some unknown reason. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. He wasn't prepared for feeling like this. He sighed quietly, kissing her on the head.
"I'm ok, Hera. I'm gonna go place our order. I'll meet you in the living room." She nodded. When she looked into his eyes she swears she saw tears but she must've been mistaken. Draco left the room, leaving Hermione with a confused look on her face.

They stopped at Ichabod's to pick up Bangers and Mash, a large fruit salad to split, two large pumpkin juice and two large hot cocoas. When they arrived at Draco's office, she looked at him, confused. "I thought we were going to your flat?"
"We are, I live upstairs. I own the building." He opened the office door and let her into the foyer, closing the door behind them. Taking out his wand, he tapped the wall three times, "Acclaro". A thick, multiple paneled oak door appeared before them. Draco opened the door and stepped aside. "M'lady." Hermione walked up the stairs slowly, her eyes widened. He could hear her gasps as she looked around. There were floor to ceiling windows with gauzy white curtains, exposed distressed red bricks that was set off by thick black metal railing leading up to a loft area. The furniture was masculine but still inviting. The dining room shared space with his desktop computer and a lot of accessories. The living room had a rustic looking fireplace, a large black overstuffed sofa, approximately nine feet long with several fluffy green throw pillows on top of it. The matching overstuffed chairs were green, like the pillows. Hermione tried to stifle a giggle when she saw stuffed animals in the chairs. A stuffed lion with the serpent, and the badger with the eagle.

"Stuffed animals?" She walked over and picked up the lion and the serpent. Draco smirked as he put the food down on the table.

"Blaise’s wife bought them so Chloe would have something to play with when she came over here with them." She gave him a skeptical look. "What's that look for?"

"Oh, nothing… it's just cute that you have those particular animals together and the lion seems the most squished."

"Come eat, silly witch." He took off his coat and shoes before heading to the kitchen to retrieve some plates and sliverware. Hermione removed her coat and shoes before taking a seat at the table.

They ate lunch and chatted about nothing in particular. When they were finished, Draco cleaned up the dishes. "So, my lovely, do you want the official 5 knut tour?"

"That would be lovely, kind sir." The first floor had 4 bedrooms, only 1 was fully furnished, the others were sparsely furnished, if at all, a full washroom off of the furnished room and a half bathroom. In the living room, he had a big screen tele with a Wii, PS3 and an XBOX360. The kitchen was state of the art with every possible cookbook known to muggles and wizards as well as full computer access for anything the books might have missed.

"Did you have to buy every cookbook, Draco?" He smiled proudly.

"I told you that I liked to cook. I hope I get to cook for you again soon."

"I would really like that." She smiled at him, she squeezed his hand.

It was quite strange for both of them. When they were naked, and intimate, completely vulnerable, they were more sure of themselves than when they were fully clothed and standing in his kitchen. Draco pulled Hermione closer to him whispering in her ear.

"Would you like to see the rest of the house?"

Hermione did her very best not to melt into a puddle right then and there. The only response she could muster as he snaked his arm around her waist was…"Uh-Huh.."

Draco led her up the curved staircase to the sitting area, and library. He had many of his University books stored here as well as his Hogwarts books. The sitting area was comfortable with a beige overstuffed couch and a skyline above the area for nature light as well as some decorative lighting that was good for reading. He continued to lead her to the back of the loft until she saw the bedroom door. Her heart started to race, she wasn't sure why. It was one thing being with him 'in her space' but here, Draco had the 'home court advantage'; Hermione wasn't sure why but it made her really nervous. She tried to keep her breathing even as he opened the bedroom door and led her in. The room was huge; in the center of the room was a king-sized cherry wood sleigh bed with a matching dresser and chest of drawers. There were night stands on each side of the bed and an armiore in the corner that contained the tele, and a DVD player. There was a sitting area with a loveseat, a chaise lounger, in front of a stone fireplace.

Draco watched her for a moment as her eyes surveyed the room. She saw the washroom door at the far side of the room. For some reason, he was nervous, too. Maybe yesterday was just a fluke and this wasn't supposed to happen. Then he shook his head to get the thought out of his head. He knew what he felt and he knew why he was nervous, maybe she was nervous for the same reason. He wasn't going to push; everything was going to be fine. He walked up behind her, gently sliding his hands down her arms.

"I'm going to get your bag so you can take a shower." He moved her hair, kissing the sensitive spot just behind her earlobe. She tried her best not to react but she couldn't help it, she loved his kisses. Hermione didn't move, afraid that he could see the effect his kisses had on her. Of course he could see the effect, as her nipples threatened to push through her t-shirt. Draco loved that she wasn't wearing a bra but he had to control himself. He didn't want her to think he only wanted her for sex. He sighed softly and turned to get her bag. When she heard his footsteps on the steps, she shook her entire body and rubbed her breasts with her forearms, trying to conceal the hardness of her nipples. She didn't turn to look at him when Draco reached the top of the stairs. He placed the bag at her feet. He rested his cheek against her head, inhaled the faint smell of cinnamon and vanilla from her hair. His hands gently slide down her arms, interlacing her fingers with his. He didn't speak, his breathing was slightly labored; she could hear it.

Hermione bit her lip, nervously. 'This is it. The bubble is going to burst; all of this is going to end. He doesn't know how to tell me. The poor dear, he really has changed. He's actually concerned for my feelings. No wonder I love him so much. I'm really gonna miss him. Maybe, just maybe, he'll still want to be my friend. I would like that.' She took a deep breath and started to speak.

"Draco Love, I'm a big girl. I knew what I was doing when we left my office yesterday. I thank you for giving me a perfect day and a blessed night. You've taught me that I am desirable and that I can give and receive love without losing myself. I will be eternally grateful to you for that gift. Please don't beat yourself up for not wanting more than just a perfect encounter. I understand. We had a lovely time together that I will cherish for the rest of my life. I couldn't ask for anything more."

Draco slowly sat his head up as he listened to her words. 'She thinks that I don't want her? She thinks that I just wanted one perfect encounter?' He could actually feel his heart hurt as her words sank in. 'She really has no idea, does she?' Draco took a slow, quiet, deep breath and let it out. He walked around to face her, never losing contact with her hand. He tilted her chin up so she would look into his eyes. He didn't speak, he merely pressed his warm hand against the side of her face. Hermione felt his warmth spread through her whole body. Draco took her hands in his, still looking into her eyes. He slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head, she gasped softly. She wasn't expecting this. Draco knelt in front of her, hooked his fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants sliding them down slowly along with her panties then removing them along with her socks, as he placed warm kisses on her stomach. Hermione bit her lip and tried not to whimper. Draco looked up at her, removed his jumper; and then stood up. He removed his pants, boxers and socks. He looked into her eyes, smiling faintly; he still hadn't spoken a word. Draco lifted Hermione into his arms and carried her to the washroom. The lights went on as he walked through the door. He put her down in front of the large glass shower and turned on the water. He stepped into the shower and held her hands so she would follow him. He closed the door behind her as he pulled her into his arms. She felt his warm lips on hers and her knees nearly buckled. He pulled away slowly, and reached for the shower gel, putting some in his hands. Draco began to wash and caress Hermione's body; she had to lean against the wall to prevent herself from falling. He lifted her arms above her head, washing all from her hands all the way down her hips. Hermione's eyes were closed as she did her best not to climax just from his touch, she going to miss it so. She had truly become addicted to it in only 24 hours. A soft moan escaped her lips as Draco's hands began to wash her breasts as he pinched her nipples. He moved her away from the wall; she could feel him pushing her downward. Her hands felt the shower bench before she sat down. Draco slid Hermione's bum to the edge of the seat then eases her legs apart. He soaped his hands and began to massage her inner thighs as he moved closer to her intimate folds. As his fingers connected with her, she moaned softly. He leaned in and began to kiss her deeply as his fingers penetrated her, his thumb teased her clit. Hermione clutched Draco as her body began to tremble. He pulled away slowly as his hand began to massage her inner thigh again. He touched her face, she opened her eyes. Draco could see so many emotions in her eyes. Lust, fear, confusion. He was going to make the fear and confusion go away, hopefully, it would be replaced with…love. Her body was trembling as she tried to pull him closer. His voice was clear and strong when he finally spoke to her.

"Not yet, Hera Love. Soon, I promise." He stood and helped her to her feet. He washed her hair and continued to caress her as he rinsed the soap off of her body and the shampoo out of her hair. With each touch of his hand, Hermione's body jerked as her orgasm came closer and closer. Draco turned off the water and dried her with a big fluffy towel, wrapping one around his waist. He scooped her up into his arms once again, carrying her back into the bedroom. He whispered something and she saw the covers fold down. He placed her on the bed and caressed her face, lovingly, before he slowly eased her back onto the pillow. Draco never broke eye contact with Hermione as he climbed into the bed and positioning himself between her legs. She could feel his warm hardness against her womanhood, making her gasp. Hermione moaned as Draco kissed her softly and touched her face.

"My Beautiful Hera… You can be so blind sometimes, do you know that?" For the first time in her life, Hermione was at a loss for words. "Do you honestly believe that I'm going to walk away from you after everything we've shared?" She didn't say anything. "I want an answer, Hera."

Hermione blinked, as her heart began to beat faster. "I...I just got scared… You've been so quiet since… I thought that you wanted…" Her eyes welled up with tears and began to trickle down her face. Draco wiped her tears and smiled at her, faintly.

"Are you finished?" She nodded, nervously. "I was so quiet after we made love this morning because…I didn't want to share you. I know it sounds silly but that's how I felt. I wanted to stay in that bed, making love to you all day long. I couldn't think of anything else. Then I started to feel bad, I didn't want you to think I only wanted you for sex so I tried to give you some space, I tried to control my need to touch you, to taste you, to be near you." He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts. He started to speak as he opened his eyes.
"Hermione, the past 24 hours has been unbelievable. If,10 years ago, someone would have told either of us that we would be like this, we both would have told them they were mad and probably hexed them just to make sure they didn’t say it again." She stifled a laugh. "It's ok to laugh, Love, we both know it’s true." She nodded and smiled.

"Yesterday, everything changed. You forgave me, you let me in. We connected in ways I didn't think was possible. Then something happened, I'm not exactly sure when but I know, in my heart that it's true. I love you, Hermione."

"P..Pardon Me?"

"I love you, Hera…", she started to cry almost instantly.

"Please don't…you can't…"

"I will, and I do.."

"Draco, please…I'm not ready for this.." She tried to turn away from him, but he wouldn't let her.

"Ready for what, Love?" She was shaking as her tears fell freely.

"This…" she gestured at the two of them in their current position.

"What do you want, Hera?"

Hermione had her eyes closed, and was shaking her head side to side, whispering almost a mantra to herself.
'This can't be happening. You're not meant to be happy. He's not meant for you.'
Draco held her face between his hands.

"Hera, Stop.. Look at me.." She opens her eyes. "I love you, Hermione."

"No… you can't.."

"Why not?"

"Because when I love someone they never love me back." Her words were like a smack in the face to Draco. She had said and she didn't even realize it.

He spoke really slowly, "What did you say, Hermione?"

"When I love…", she squeaked and put her hand over her mouth like she accidentally revealed her best friend's darkest secret.

"Please, Hera, say it again." Draco had tears in his eyes.

"I…I love you, Draco..." Her voice was shaking as the tears ran down her face. He kissed her, tasting her salty tears as they mixed with his.

“I love you, Hera. Gods, how I love you. I've wanted to tell you that since I woke up this morning."

Draco's kisses began to move down Hermione's neck to her collarbone, placing baby kisses out to her shoulders and chest. His kisses traveled down to her breasts, kissing them reverently. He began to suck nipples gently, alternating from left to right so neither would feel neglected. Hermione sighed as she ran her fingers through his damp hair. Draco's kisses moved down her taut stomach, making her squirm as he tickled her navel with his tongue. He settled between her legs and began to kiss her inner thighs. He began to lick her folds, long and slow, savoring her sweetness. Hermione was so close, her legs were trembling. Draco sucked her clit gently as he began to pump his fingers into welcoming core.

"Draco, please…" She pulled at his shoulders. He moved up her body, his hot manhood begging entrance to her hot, sweet essence.

"Say it again, Hera."

I love you, Draco." He entered her in one smooth, fluid motion, until he was sheathed to the hilt. Hermione gasped as her body shook with ecstasy and raw emotion. He claimed her as his own, his tongue tasting every corner of her mouth. His thrusts were long and deep as he lifted her right leg, supporting it on his forearm. Hermione moaned loudly as she felt him penetrate her even deeper.

"You like that, Hera? You like the way your man fucks you?"

"Oh Merlin yes…"

"Tell me…"

"I love how you fuck me, Draco.."

"You're all mine, Hera… I'm never letting you go." His thrusts became deeper and harder, their orgasms imminent. Draco began to kiss and suck at Hermione's breasts, leave his marks all over them but he didn't care, nor did she. Seeing his marks on her, remembering exactly how they got there… He would have a perpetual erection until they finally faded.

Hermione cried out as her body started to tremble uncontrollably, her pussy was milking Draco's cock, as his thrusts became harder and faster.

"Oh yes… Gods yes!!" She came hard as her body shook and she nearly blacked out. She could hear Draco growl and with a three more thrusts, he was coming harder than he had ever come before.

"Fuck…HERA...YESS!!!"

Draco collapsed on top of Hera, resting his weight on her forearms. "I love you, Hermione, I love you so much." He kissed her as he continued his thrusts, slowly and deliberately causing Hermione to moan as she could felt another orgasm building quickly. She began to whimper as rocked her hips to meet his thrusts. Draco looked deep into her eyes as he slid her legs to his shoulders. He thrust into her slowly as he looked into her eyes. Tears were trickling down her face as her kissed her.

"Draco…Oh Gods…" She moaned as she quivered beneath him. Hermione looked into Draco's eyes; she could only see love which made her heart nearly burst with joy. He loved her, really loved her. She had never been this happy…ever… She pulled him to her, locking her legs around his waist. He rested his forehead against hers. She could feel his warm hands caressing her sides.

"Thank you, Hera."

She looked at him, wide-eyed and breathless. "For what?"

"For loving me." She kissed his forehead as she stroked his face.

"You made it easy to love you."

Draco tucked his face in the crook of her neck as he blushed. He had never felt so vulnerable before. Hermione stroked the back of his neck as she played with his hair. His voice was muffled as he spoke to her.

"I've never felt like this before. I'm not sure what happens next."

"Me neither, but I do know what I want right now." Draco lifted his head to look at her. "I want to take a nap in the arms of the man I love. Can we do that?" He smiled at her, kissing her sweetly on the lips.

"I think that can be arranged." He moved to her side, lying on his back. Hermione snuggled close to him, resting her head on his chest. They fell asleep holding each other, finally feeling at peace knowing they were loved.