All You Wanted

Title: All You Wanted
Author: Jules
Category: Romance
Key Words: Draco, Hermione, PWP
Rating: strong R [maybe NC-17]
Summary: How do people get from there to here in their lives? (D/Hr)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I have no money! Please don’t sue!

Author’s Notes: Many thanks to my fabulous Beta, Campy Capybara. She made sure I didn’t write like a 1st grader. Any errors must be laid solely on my head. Also much appreciation goes to the members of the Draco_and_Hermione yahoo group, the dracohermionecommunity yahoo group and the whole Contra Veritas gang. Even though I mostly lurk, your devotion to D & Hr inspired this. Lyrics are All You Wanted by (the fabulous) Michelle Branch.

All You Wanted


“Hermione, what are you doing? You need to get ready!” screamed Ginny, as she entered the small, sunlit room. Hermione was facing away from her, lost in thought. The beautiful sunny day was lost before her unseeing eyes.

*She’s more nervous than I am,* thought Hermione, snapping back to reality.

“Where were you?” Ginny asked, somewhat more calmly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Just remembering…” Hermione replied distractedly.

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I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
SO I tried to be like you
And I got swept away

I didn\'t know that it was so cold
And you needed someone to show you the way
SO I took your hand and we figured out
That when the tide comes
I\'d take you away


Eight years earlier…

*What an insufferable git! I hate him. How will I ever get through the rest of this year? I can’t believe I have to go through NEWTS and deal with him too!* fumed Hermione, as she marched towards the Prefects Meeting Room. Her patrol assignment the evening before with Malfoy had been the stuff nightmares are made of.

*First he’s late, then he brings the Bobsie twins with him and then all they do is drop crumbs all over the halls and make enough noise to wake the dead!* What was she going to do? How could she perform her duties to the best of her ability if HE didn’t even take the situation seriously?

“Do you really think this is anything more than busy work?” Draco had casually drawled, as he and Hermione walked a few paces ahead of Crabbe and Goyle. “Do you really expect us to stop anything should it occur?” he asked in a weary voice.

That comment stuck with her. What did he mean by that? Sure, in the larger scheme of things, searching for out of bed students and pranksters didn’t rank up there with saving the world, but order and predictability were important – essential really – to the smooth functioning of the school.

Hermione arrived with a brusque exhale at the room, still early enough to speak privately with Professor McGonagall, their staff contact.

“Professor, may I have a word with you?” Hermione inquired.

“Of course, Miss Granger. What seems to be troubling you?” Professor McGonagall replied.

“I had my first shift patrolling with Malfoy last night, and he brought Goyle and Crabbe with him. I couldn’t get them to leave. It was most disturbing and …”

“I undend fnd fully, Miss Granger. Although Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle seem particularly attached to Mr. Malfoy, I will inform them they are not allowed on patrol duty,” interrupted Professor McGonagall with a perplexed look on her face. “I will speak to Professor Snape regarding the behavior of his house residents”.

Hermione was bewildered by Professor McGonagall’s statement, *why wouldn’t she just inform them herself?*

Hermione took her seat as the meeting began. She noticed as Malfoy entered the room that it appeared that Crabbe and Goyle were waiting for him outside of the meeting room door.

“Can’t live without your adoring fans?” she quipped sarcastically to Malfoy, as he slid silently into the seat next to her.

“What can I say, Granger? Some of us are worshipped for the ground we walk on,” Malfoy fired back, after an initial apprehensive look at the meeting room door.

With a curt “Attention prefects,” Professor McGonagall began the meeting.

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

The next week, Malfoy blissfully arrived without his two doorstops trailing him. Hermione sighed a heartfelt thank you to whatever deity had intervened to keep Crabbe and Goyle away. Dealing with Malfoy was enough of a strain without feeling as if she was outnumbered. She also had a strange feeling from last week that they weren’t quite as stupid as they put out. What exactly made her feel that way, she couldn’t say, but the way their eyes tracked Malfoy was disturbing.

Trailing along the 3rd floor passageway, Hermione snuck furtive glances at Malfoy. He, for once, seemed to have relaxed his demeanor. While his face remained emotionally blank, his back and shoulders appeared less rigid. The silence was companionable and there was none of the usual verbal harassment which marked the majority of their encounters. He seemed to be content to walk quietly along and scan the hallway. It reminded Hermione of an old muggle movie where spirited people were replaced by clones of themselves hatched from pods. This absurd idea had her snickering to herself.

“What’s so amusing, Granger?” remarked Malfoy.

Hermione, not guarding her tongue commented, “You are so quiet tonight, have the pod people gotten you?”

Malfoy grinned and shook his head. His silvery blond hair fell onto his forehead. “Never would have taken you for the ‘Invasion of the Body Snatcher’ type, Granger.”

“What do you know about muggle movies? I thought you would burn in Pureblood hell for even thinking about one,” Hermione said, without any malice.

“More than you think, Granger. I would hazard a guess that you know very little about my likes and dislikes,” he said quietly, as he looked over his shoulder scrutinizing the area.

“I don’t doubt it,” snorted Hermione. “What are you looking for?” she asked, beginning to visually inspect the area, following Malfoy’s lead.

“Nothing. I just can’t believe that Crabbe and Goyle have been away this long,” he said, mto hto himself than Hermione.

“Why? Are you three going out?” quipped Hermione.

Malfoy threw Hermione a scathing glance and said, “I can’t believe you’re that thick. Their job is to follow me and report back.”

“Report to whom?”

“My Father, of course!” Malfoy said bitterly.

“But why? What are you going to do?” Hermione continued.

“Are you really that naïve? Do you really think I’d pick them for friends? They’re watchdogs. Don’t you think I have a brain in my head?” finished Malfoy.

“Again, why do you need them?” asked Hermione, becoming frustrated with the circular conversation.

“Why do people usually have keepers?” Malfoy growled. “Because they are disobedient. And I don’t need them; my Father does – to ensure my cooperation and compliance.”

Hermione stopped abruptly, crossed her arms across her chest and turned to face Draco fully. “Okay, your Father has those two goons watching you – but why? What are you going to do?”

“I am going to betray him.”

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“Earth to Hermione! You really need to get dressed now,” Ginny chided.

Not waiting for a reply, Ginny walked to the closet door and shook out the aged satin wedding dress. She knew the story of this dress; Hermione’s great-grandmother had been married in it. Rather plain by both Muggle and Wizarding standards, it was off the shoulder and fitted in the bodice. The gown was unadorned, except for the intricate beadwork that had been added on the front of the skirt, depicting the newly-created family crest. Ginny smiled as she carried the heavy satin dress to the chaise lounge in the corner.

“Hermione, you need to get into your slips. Have you finished your make-up?” asked Lavender as she breezed into the room. Seeing Hermione still in her dressing gown and staring out the window, she turned towards the room’s other occupant. “Ginny, the ceremony starts in an hour! What have you two been doing in here?”

“I’ll have you try to move the mountain then,” snapped Ginny. “I have been trying for the last twenty minutes, but it has been a conversation of one.”

“Okay, okay, no need to get everyone’s knickers in a twist,” soothed Lavender, taking out her wand, “At least her hair is done.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares

I\'m sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you\'re gone


Hermione carefully gazed across the Great Hall at Draco. Even on Christmas, Crabbe and Goyle dogged his every move. Draco had decided to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and unsurprisingly so had they.

Hermione had also decided to stay. *After all, this would be my last chance to be here for the holidays,* she thought, although the excuse sounded as hollow to her now as she was sure it had sounded to her parents. The absolute indicator that something was up was that she had declined an invitation to the Burrow with the same lame excuse. Harry and Ron didn’t believe her explanation, thus they remained at Hogwarts with her. All in all, it was a disaster – for although they had stayed, the boys would not leave alonalone. Instead, they continually pestered her for the “real” reason for her to spend Christmas at Hogwarts.

After having caught her gaze, Draco gave her an almost imperceptible nod and rose from the dining table. Crabbe and Goyle quickly got up with one last longing glance at their half eaten dinner. Hermione quickly finished her roast beef and potatoes and rose to leave too.

“Oy Hermione, where are you off to?” said Ron, around a mouthful of carrots.

“We do have homework assignments over the holidays, you know,” she said in her most condescending voice. “I want to get them out of the way as soon as possible, so I can work out our NEWT study schedule.”

Ron, properly intimidated by the threat of intensive study, quickly looked down and returned to eating, mumbling, “Good grief! She’s nutters.”

Harry, on the other hand, clearly saw the diversion for what it was, but bided his time. He had been noticing Hermione disappearing more frequently lately, and had even seen her leaving the Headmaster’s wing on a few occasions. He knew Hermione was secretly planning something, but was willing to give her the time she needed to sort out whatever it was. Harry also suspected it had something to do with Malfoy. Although he was worried for Hermione to be involved in a secret plans that included Malfoy, Harry had learned through experience that patience was indeed a virtue, and was willing to wait for Hermione to enlighten him in her own time.

Hermione hurried down the dark shrouded twists and turns that were the hallways of Hogwarts. Entering the Head’s Meeting Room, she quickly closed the door behind her.

*Draco? Where are you?* she thought uneasily, as she scanned the room for a sign of him.

Seconds later, the door opened, and Draco slipped quietly into the room.

“Sorry I took so long, I couldn’t loose them. Then finally, Snape came to my rescue by ordering me here and requiring them to help him sort out the potions cupboard. I think that they suspect that it was a diversion…” Draco trailed off, as Hermione spun around at the sound of his voice and crossed to him. Without warning, she grabbed him in a bear hug that would squ squeezed the stuffing out of a mattress. Draco reciprocated and clamped his arms around her back and burrowed his face in her hair, smelling the combination of her vanilla hair products and the dust from the library. Hermione buried her face into his jumper and inhaled the combination of scents that she distinctly thought of as *Draco*.

“I’m sorry,” she said, as she pulled away a little to look into his eyes. “I am just getting jumpy. Time is so short and things seem to be spiraling out of control. I think they suspect too, that’s why they never let you out of their sight. What if the plan doesn’t work?”

Draco’s arms tightened around Hermione and pulled her closer to him. Resting his chin on her hair, he said, “I’m just glad that we’re trying something. I don’t know what I would have done without you to hold on to. I have known for a while that I wanted to do this, but I never thought that I would find anyone to help me, much less you,” he smirked.

Hermione answered with a grin of her own. “If someone said that I would be playing at espionage and defection while being Head Girl, I would have laughed at the
“
“You do understand that I owe you my life?” Draco said in a quiet voice, looking seriously into her eyes.

“Don’t be silly – you asked for help and I gladly gave it” Hermione responded lightly.

“Is that all it is?”

“What do you mean?”

“Am I a project? Like S.P.E.W. or that hippogriff – Buckbeak,” Draco asked, searching her eyes earnestly.

Hermione looked directly into his gaze and wondered what he was getting at.

“I care for you, Draco. I do this out of a sense of fairness, justice, protection and affection,” she said, choosing her words carefully.

He seemed to digest this and slowly lowered his head towards hers. “And I do this out of affection, too,” he whispered, as he lightly grazed her lips with his own.

They had danced around this for the last four months. Sincere concern, grudging respect, and casual touching were as much as they had been willing to allow. But now there was no stopping the tide of emotion, as the floodgates opened and refused to be shut.

The instant that Draco’s lips touched Hermione’s, they both felt as if the earth had stopped turning and that gravity had ceased to exist. All Draco could think of was that he must go deeper, and the consuming need that ripped through his body was only matched by the torrential desire that overwhelmed Hermione.

*Draco,* Hermione sighed inwardly. As far as she was concerned, breathing was optional, thinking was not a consideration, and the only thing of any importance was the silky rough slide of Draco’s lips across her own. She slanted her head to the side, to gain full access to his delectable mouth. She grabbed his shoulders frantically, like they were a life raft and she, a drowning woman.

Draco tightened his hold on Hermione’s waist, while opening his mouth to lick at her lips. *Mmmm… strawberry,* he catalogued automatically, before he was allowed entrance to the sweet hot cavern that was her mouth. His hand, without conscious thought, migrated to cup the back of her head, weaving his fingers into the thick mellifluous hair. As he crushed her body closer to his, trying for all intents and purposes to absorb her into his soul, he was able to back them toward the conference table.

Hermione went willingly. She couldn’t comprehend how she had lived before this. The sensations rocketing through her nerves were awe-inspiring. Even though her eyes were shut tight, she swore that Filibuster Fireworks were exploding over her head. In reality though, Hermione was too busy defining the texture of Draco’s tongue as it stroked hers to think of anything else. Draco’s tongue was rough; then as he curled his tongue around her own and sucked lightly on it, she thought that it was velvet. Either way, she had to have more. She wanted to taste him, lick him, suck him and bite him. Then, maybe, she would then have enough, and the fire that was burning low in her abdomen would find relief. She felt Draco begin to topple backwards on to the table and she followed him, never once letting her lips leave his.

Feeling the hard table under his back and Hermione on top of him, Draco felt the overpowering urge to touch her everywhere. His hands slid up inside her shirt to the bare skin of Hermione’s back. The suffocating heat of her skin caused a new wave of sweat to breakout on his neck. *Merlin she’s boiling hot!* Kicking himself further into the middle of the table, Draco dragged Hermione under him and began to unbutton her shirt. Hermione, repositioning herself, began to lick her way up to his ear. Her slick pointed tongue lightly traced the outside shell of his ear, while her warm breath tickled his senses. His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t unfasten the buttons and he was glad when Hermione helped him.

As Hermione finished unbuttoning her blouse, Draco moved his hands to her back, searching for her bra clasp. After deliciously sliding his fingers all along her spine and tracing the straps of her brassiere across her back, he was perplexed when there appeared to be no fastener. Wrenching his mouth from her neck, where he had been attached to since beginning the whole process, he moaned in frustration, “Is there a secret to this?”

Hermione smirked and pulled away to show him the clasp between her breasts.

“Now, whatever is it doing there?” asked Draco in mock surprise, his eyes devouring the pale expanse of skin on her chest.

“Ingenious Muggle invention,” retorted Hermione, “allows for much easier removal.”

“I must hand it to the Muggles,” smirked Draco, bending to kiss a freckle he had spied just above the lace edging on Hermione’s right breast, “very creative creatures,” he mumbled against her skin.

The feeling of his hot breath and then the light brushing of his lips and tongue made Hermione’s smart response evaporate. As his fingers trailed around to the front and unclasped the fastener, Draco couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the smoothness and the soft scent of her skin. More than anything, he wanted to touch every inch of her tantalizingly creamy skin.

As Draco gently slid the cups of her bra off her breasts, Hermione felt a moment of apprehension. *What if I don’t measure up? What if I am too big? Too small? What if I look different?* As she had never really concerned herself with this before, the flood of insecurities shocked her. *Who cares?* answered another inner voice *– you’re more than a set of breasts!*

Feeling Hermione tense under him, Draco observed her internal monologue, her eyes displaying her emotions across her face. Smiling to himself, he murmured, “I think yoe pee perfect.”

Having gotten her attention with his statement, he then followed his words with actions. He slowly bent down and carefully began to lick her breast, circling carefully before arriving at her nipple. The breath he exhaled onto her wet skin shot cool thrills down her spine. While Hermione tried to process how such a chill could make her feel as if she would melt, Draco began to kiss and lick her breast. The smooth and rough texture of his tongue as it rubbed her erect nipple was driving her mad. Just as she thought she would burst, he began to suckle her breast, gently pulling the nipple into his mouth and then lightly scraping his teeth over it.

Hermione distractedly heard a growling moan, raising and lowering in intensity as Draco worshiped her breast. Wondering how he could make such a clear sound with his mouth so occupied, she was amazed to discover that the sounds were coming from deep in her throat. As Draco switched to her other breast, beginning the process all over again, Hermione took the opportunity of lucidity to remove his shirt and trail her hands softly over his shoulders, massaging lightly at the muscles. Draco emitted a low groan of pleasure and Hermione then knew the difference between his and her sounds; she could both hear and feel his.

Draco couldn’t satisfy his hunger for Hermione. While continuing to nuzzle her breast, his hand crept down to the waist of her trousers. Carefully unbuttoning and unzipping them, he slid them down her hips and to her knees. Faced with the choice of stopping the attention he was paying to her breast and getting her pants off, Draco wisely invested in the future and removed her pants, taking her shoes off along with it. As Hermione realized what Draco’s plans were, she began to slide her hands down his torso and around to the front to remove his trousers. Before she could take action though, Draco sprung back from her violently. Afraid that she had hurt him in some way, Hermione was astonished to see Draco’s face seized up and a whimpering laugh escaping from his mouth.

“Ticklish are we?” inquired Hermione slyly.

“Noooo,” said Draco unconvincingly.

“Somehow I don’t quite believe you,” grinned Hermione, slowing raising her fingers to his abdomen. None too gently, she dug them into his waist, wiggling them fiercely. Spasms of laughter erupted from Draco as he convulsed. Hermione, sensing her opening, pounced on him, rolling him beneath her as she sat on his stomach. Draco for his part was completely unable to do anything but shudder and laugh, his face becoming red as he pleaded for her to stop.

Lifting up slightly as she stopped, Hermione came nose to nose with Draco. “I can make this much more enjoyable,” she purred, as she began to slide her hands smoothly but firmly across his stomach and chest. Starting at his collarbone, she slowly slid her palms downward, allowing her fingers to tenderly brush against his nipples.

Draco’s eyes opened wide at the sensation of lightning striking his nipples, traveling quickly down to lodge in his groin, making his penis utterly hard. What had started as a playful romp was now something completely different. *When had Hermione turned into a sex kitten?* he thought fuzzily. His breath was coming in gasps and he felt as if he had just done a Wronski Feint. His penis was pushing painfully against the zipper of his pants, and all he could incoherently think of was that anymore additional sensations in that region and he would explode.

Hermione chose that instant to lean back and sit down on Draco’s lap. She immediately could feel the hard ridge in Draco’s trousers and realized that her aching wetness was positioned directly over it. In fact, some disconnected part of her mind assessed that the fit was perfect and the feeling, exquisite. Without conss ths thought, Hermione ground her pelvis down, attempting to rub her aching clit on the stiff and rough material of Draco’s groin.

“Merlin Hermione!” Draco moaned, as he grabbed her hips to stop the tortuous movement.

Hermione’s eyes snapped open and she started into the stormy grey of his eyes. *What am I doing? Gods it feels wonderful!* she thought distractedlHer Her glazed gaze told Draco that he had better take control or things were going to spiral out of control very quickly. Grabbing her roughly by her open blouse, he brought her face closer to his and thereby unseating her. Hermione met his eyes, almost completely black as his irises had dilated to the point of leaving no color, and read there an answer to a question she hadn’t realized she was asking.

“Since you are so ticklish, would you do the honors?” she whisperedo hio his ear.


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Ginny gently sat Hermione down at the vanity and began pulling out make-up, brushes, sponges and lotions. Lavender started to shake out the crinoline underskirt that the dress required, as well as laying out the corset and stockings that Hermione had picked out at the Bridal boutique.

“It’s quite the production, isn’t it?” Hermione mused looking at her two friends scurrying around.

“Well, it would be less oe ife if we had some help from you,” Ginny said in an irritated tone. “You are acting like a zombie out of a Muggle movie.”

“Don’t badger the Bride,” scolded Lavender. “She’s entitled to act however she wants today – as long as she doesn’t ruin her dress.”

Hermione smiled a secret smile. *No, can’t ruin the clothes.* “Ginny do you plan on putting all of that on my face?”

“Well, no,” Ginny shook hea head, “you don’t need all of this. You’re perfectly beautiful without them,” Ginny continued with a teasing smile, “but some of it will help with the harsh light form the flashbulbs.”

“Okay,” Hermione sighed, “I suppose I can live with that rationalization. But a LIGHT hand, Gin,” Hermione admonished.

“Let’s get you dressed first, then we can drape you before we put on the makeup,” said Lavender.

“Drape me? What d’you mean?” Hermione asked.

“Really Hermione, how do you think brides get ready? Either you put on the make-up and have to be really careful putting on your dress or you get dressed and then put a cloth around you so nothing spills,” Lavender patiently explained to the bride.

“Well as if I’ve done this before – how should I know?” griped Hermione.

“Didn’t you read any of the magazines we bought you?” asked Ginny.

“Well, no. I knew you would know and I have been so busy researching—“

“Don’t even bother, I know if it isn’t old and dusty, it doesn’t even interest you,” joked Ginny, as she winked at Lavender.

“Well there are a few less musty things I am interested in,” Hermione said with a grin.

“I can not believe you said that,” laughed Lavender. “C’mon, we need to get you ready. Go back to thinking about your less musty thing and leave the work to us.”

*Now that I can cooperate with,* thought Hermione.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares

All you wanted was somebody who cares
If you need me you know I\'ll be there


Draco did not need to be asked a second time as he beganshimshimmy out of his pants while Hermione hung over him supporting herself with her hands and knees. The vision of Hermione over him – blouse and bra hanging from her shoulders, in her cotton flowered knickers with her silky brown hair falling around both of them like a curtain made him harder than he ever remembered feeling in his entire life. He toed off his shoes and heard them fall off the table with a subdued thud.

Hermione for her part was beyond aroused. She had never felt this way, ever. All she knew was that she wanted to bury her lips in his neck, tasting, licking and sucking every available speck of Draco’s skin. She wanted to rub herself all over him like Crookshanks sometimes did when he wanted to be fed. There was not an inch of Draco she did not want to absorb through her skin.

As soon as Draco pushed his trousers and boxer briefs to his knees, Hermione hooked her foot in them, pushing them all the way off, while simultaneously seductively massaging his penis with her leg. *Finally my ability to multi-task is worth bragging about,* she thought distractedly. Draco, not even being capable of any rational thought, clutched Hermione’s shoulders attempting to reposition her on top of him. Hermione would not be deterred from her grinding, while resuming her vampiric attachment to his neck.

Releasing a groan, asfeltfelt her tongue gently soothe the nibble she had just given him, Draco realized this interlude had soared past anything he had imagined engaging in with Hermione. In a moment of crystal clarity, two things came to him: Hermione was probably a virgin and no contraceptive charm had been performed. He had to slow this down.

“Hermione, love,” Draco groaned. “Talk to me, please.”

Through the passion-crazed haze, Hermione heard Draco speaking and felt his gentle insistence that she pause. Dragging her face to his, she focused on his deliberate gaze. Sensing that something had become Very Important to Draco, she asked, “You want to have a discussion now?”

“No, not a debate,” he chuckled, “but we have something to decide and we need to be as clear ed aed as possible when deciding it.”

Warily, Hermione waited for him to continue.

“In case you haven’t noticed, we are in a rather new and delicate position. While I am enjoying it immensely, we need to make sure we agree on what’s going to happen here. And then, if we decide to make love, like I badly want to, one of us has to go get a wand,” Draco finished looking intently in Hermione’s eyes.

Hermione took a deep breath and smiled. How much had changed between them! Six months ago, she wouldn’t have entertained her circumstances now as anything other than a sick joke. Whadiffdifference half a year makes. How urgently she wanted to make love with him. She couldn’t contemplate stopping – and saw no reason to. With a brilliant flash of insight, Hermione realized she loved Draco, loved him with every breath in her body and every fiber of her soul. She quickly grasped his face between her palms; holding him steady as she lightly brushed her thumbs over his kiss-swollen lips. His luminous eyes locked on her own, she replied with the only thought in her mind.

“I love you.”

Draco blinked. *What did she say?* His breathing, already rapid, now bordered on hyperventilation.

Seeing the hope, fear, confusion, disbelief and desire swirling in his smoky eyes, Hermione said it again, “Draco, I love you.”

Feeling as if the room was spinning and being horribly aware that this was not the romantic reaction Hermione was expecting, and that he was wrecking the sensual mood, Draco said the only response he could manage.

“Oh Gods!”

Hermione smiled gently at him, acceptance radiating out of her; warming Draco like nothing else did, in his entire life to that point. Working only on instinct, Draco fiercely grabbed Hermione, snaking a hand behind her head and encircling her shoulders with his other arm. Swiftly but gently, he lowered her face to his chest, she could hear the rapid thrumming of his heart under her ear as he held her tight. Hone one half-smiled as she worked her arms between his shoulders and the table so she could hug him in return. Sneaking a peek at his face, she could see Draco had his eyes tightly shut and had been burrowing into her hair with his nose like a niffler looking for sparkling prizes.

Deciding that they had been derailed long enough, Hermione moved on on top of Draco, setting her heated center directly on top of his still aroused penis. Draco’s growl of dissatisfaction in ending the cuddle immediately changed into a moan of longing, as Hermione enveloped him in her wet heat. Leaning down, she allowed her hair to fall around their torsos, seemingly enclosing them in their own world. Hermione began to butterfly kiss her way to Draco’s waiting lips, with lengthy detours to his nipples, pectorals and neck. Draco felt as if Hermione had a mouthful of Pepper Imps and the heated trail she left on his skin was delicious. Dazedly, he felt there was still one more important issue unresolved with their activities, but trying to think of it was like trying to swim through a murky lake.

“Let’s just see what you can do with your wand, hmm?” giggled Hermione, unable to keep a straight face while saying that outrageous comment.

Triggering his memory, Draco said, “Wait, one of us has to get our wand and cast a contraceptive charm.”

“Superfluous,” murmured Hermione as she began to nibble gently on Draco’s earlobe while semovemoved blouse, bra and panties.

“Hermione, I am serious—“ he said, as he started to pull away.

Fixing him with a playful glare, she stated, “Draco, I am on birth control pills; I have been for two years. I have Dysmenorrhea – painful periods, and I take the pills to regulate my period andrebyreby reduce the pain.”

Draco just stared at her and she could feel him tensing up. “You have what? You’re taking what?”

*Clearly we have fallen into the too much information category* thought Hermione wryly. “Draco, I am taking a Muggle pill that will not allow me to get pregnant, so neither of us needs to stop—“ as she leaned down to nip lightly on his ear “—this to get a wand.”

Draco still seemed to want to continue the discussion, but Hermione said baldly, “Do you want to shag or not? We can discuss the rest in depth, LATER.”

This appeared to refocus Draco, as he began to earnestly trace complex patterns on Hermione’s collarbone with the tip of his tongue. Realizing that she had finally transferred his attentions back to their previous sensual activity, Hermione nudged Draco’s mouth away from her skin long enough for her to capture his lips with her own. Immediately, they both tightened their embrace, causing Hermione’s bareastsasts to be pushed against Draco’s naked chest. Their tongues were rubbing and caressing each other, while the friction from their movements increased the ache in their lower abdomens. Draco could feel the hard points of Hermione’s nipples brush against his own every so often, sending jolts of desire throughout his body.

Draco teasingly trailed one hand down Hermione’s back and gently squeezed the globe of her ass. Hermione groaned in excitement as Draco rhythmically rubbed her bottom in counterpoint to the thrusts of his tongue into her mouth. Hermione responded by slanting her mouth over Draco’s and sucking every time he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He moaned at the pulling sensation, feeling as if Hermione would absorb him whole. Hermione began a slow undulation, again mimicking the sucking, thrusting, rubbing motions already happening. This brought her back into contact with Draco’s erection and her now scalding wet heat was right were they both wanted it to be, wno cno clothing as a barrier. Arching his back at the sensation, Draco pushed his pelvis upward and could feel his glands slide over Hermione’s clitoris as a whimper snout out of her throat.

*Delicious…* thought Draco, as he heaved upward again.

“Aawww,” moaned Hermione, as she ripped her mouth from Draco’s. Sitting up and consequently pressing their groins closer together, they both inhaled sharply at the burning pleasure they were finding as they rubbed together.

Simply looking into her eyes, Draco took hold of Hermione’s hips and lifted them clear of his erection. Giving a small nod and peering at him through her half-lidded eyes, Hermione braced herself against Draco with her palms flat on his chest. Lowering her a little, Draco could feel the head of his penis positioned at the entrance to Hermione’s slick entrance. His eyes never leaving hers, he slowly allowed gravity to pull Hermione down onto his erection. There was a second of pressure and then some brief pain as her hymen broke, but the immense feeling of fullness Hermione felt as she settled on top of Draco was splendid. She closed her eyes as she tipped her head back, savoring the sensation; not aware that Draco was mirroring her actions. Both exhaled, neither having realized that they were holding their breath.

Draco could feel Hermione’s mocha curls tickling his thighs as she arched her neck. The urge to move was overwhelming, so he softly pushed his pelvis up, shifting Hermione forward. Hermione’s patience snapped. She began to slowly rock back and forth. Draco quickly picked up her rhythm, thrusting up into her. Draco could feel the hard wood of the table digging into his spine, but he couldn’t have cared less about the bruises he was sure to have at the end of the evening. The only thing that mattered, the only thing in his universe right now, was the erotic woman who was impaled upon him. Hearing her scream his name was his goal. Not reaching orgasm before she did was an immediate second.

Hermione decided that her paramount need was to see Draco *right this instant* as she curled over his upper body. Opening her eyes, she realized that although she found all the looks Draco had alluring, this by far was the most entrancing. Inching her hands up his torso, she began to play with his nipples, rubbing and lightly twisting them in her fingers. Draco’s eyes opened and his hands left her hips to draw her forward even closer, so he could kiss her. The new angle of thrust coupled with the passionate invasion of his tongue, pushed Hermione over the edge of a precipice that she wasn’t even aware she was on. The vibration of the deep moan she released, united with the heated pulsing around him, drove Draco over the edge as well.

“Draco!” shrieked Hermione, while in an answering bass, Draco responded, “Hermione!”

“I love you,” thaid aid in unison.

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If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares

Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you\'re gone


Standing solemnly at the rear of the chapel, Hermione wondered at the web of events that had brought her to this point. *What if I wasn’t a prefect? What if he wasn’t a prefect? What if I hadn’t taken the chance? What if he hadn’t either? What if the Death Eaters hadn’t been locked up in Azkaban? What if Lucius hadn’t been killed? It would never have been safe.*

Harry interrupted her musings, “All right Hermione?”

Smiling, she responded, “Never better.”

“You sure about this?” Harry chided.

“Yes, Harry,” she responded with a sly smirk.

“I think you’ve been hanging around him for too long,” he muttered.

Hermione, having excellent hearing, responded archly, “And your first Friday poker game for the last four years hasn’t tarnished you?”

Harry smiled one of his lopsided smiles and said, “It’s just only who would’ve thought…”

“I know, certainly not me ten years ago,” she answered with a grin.

Harry turned toward her as the processional music swelled and said rather seriously, “You are beautiful and I just want to tell you I love you,”

Hermione’s eyes filled up with tears, her expression torn between indignation and joy. Laughing, she responded, “I love you too, you prat. If my make-up runs, Lavender will throttle you.”

Quickly removing a handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes, Harry whispered, “See, catastrophe averted.”

Harry gave the signal to Seamus Finnegan, who threw open the doors at the rear of the chapel to allow Harry to escort Hermione to the altar. Turning the bend and starting up the aisle, both Hermione and Harry could clearly see the fidgeting groom at the front of the vestibule. It was an unusual stance for him, as his calm and aloof demeanor was legey. y.

On a gentle cough from Blaise Zabini, Draco lifted his eyes to his approaching bride. Hermione thought that with his head still tilted down but his eyes locking onto hers through his silver blonde fringe, she had never seen him in a more endearing pose. This was especially true because the insufferable git was not aware that her heart had turned over at the sight. As their gazes locked everything and everyone else present seemed to fade away, leaving them alone in the candlelit sanctuary. The setting sun outside seemed to emblazon the stained glass windows with a passionate fire reminiscent of the fervent fire that burned between them. As Harry handed Hermione’s arm to Draco, he took a moment to flash a gentle smile at his two good friends, telling them without words his happiness at their joining. Both reciprocated as they turned towards the celebrant.

If asked later what was said, Draco and Hermione could only have answered that they repeated religiously what was fed to them by the Reverend Matthew Cockrum, a wizard as well as a Unitarian Universalist minister in the Muggle world. As both Draco and Hermione moved freely between the Wizarding and Muggle worlds, they had needed a union recognized by both cultures. Luckily, they had planned the details in advance. They did not see the joyful and wistful expressions of their guests nor did they actually remember the reading done by their friends, Ginny and Ron Weasley, even though they had picked the reading with great care and reverence. The only thing that made an impression on the couple was the magical zing from their hand-fasting – the minute the cloth was wrapped around their clasped hands, Draco and Hermione felt magical vibrations that they had never felt before. Both raised their eyebrows and winked at each other.

The receiving line was endless, as the Malfoy wedding was one of the premier social events of the year. There were at least 500 guests. Smiles, handshakes and kisses were plastered onto the newlyweds. Draco and Hermione arrived at the reception amid raucous applause after the wedding portraits were taken. As Draco escorted his new bride to the head table, his mouth formed an enormous smirk, as if enjoying a private joke; Hermione surreptitiously glancing at him wondering at his expression.

As dinner progressed, the smirk faded, but never quite completely left Draco’s face, rag Heg Hermione’s curiosity. Finally as they finished their meal and took to the dance floor, Draco calmly asked, “How are you, love?”

Hermione sensing that this was no ordinary question answered, “Wonderfully, and you?”

Draco paused and his leer grew. “I thought you would like to know that the table we just ate upon is one of my wedding presents to you,” he said coolly, but with a hint of mischief.

Hermione wondered where this was leading to, so she asked, “Is it?”

“Yes. I bought it for sentimental value.”

“Really?”

“Yes, from Hogwarts,” Draco replied, waiting.

Realization broke over Hermione’s expression. “You’re jg rig right?”

“Not in the slightest,” he replied, as he expertly swung her around the dance floor.

“You didn’t explain the significance of the purchase to the Headmaster, did you?” she said, somewhat apprehensively.

As the wedding waltz ended, Draco capably dipped Hermione and held her above the floor. “Of course noy dey dear” he said carelessly.

*Thank Merlin!* thought Hermione.

“But I can see you think me capable of doing so,” hed snd snidely, but with a grin. “Would you like to re-create with me one of our most memorable moments regarding said table?”

“Not tonight, my love. Let’s leave that for after our honeymoon,” whispered Hermione, as she pulled his lips down to meet hers.


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