Going Down

Title: Going Down

Author: ShagmeDraco

Rating: NC-17 – Sex. 

Authors Note; Written for the dmhgficexchange on Live Journal.
I had a hell of a time writing this fic, I really hope twice__bitten enjoys it, along with the rest of you. Thanks always to my beta Reetinkerbell for not only betaing this fic, but for always being there when I needed to rant about how I was ruining it. (lol) for helping me get back in gear and get it done, and for being such an amazing person.

Summary; Sharing a lift with Draco Malfoy was always eventful.

Disclaimer: Don't own.


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Going Down (1/1)

   Hermione kept her eyes closed and held her breath as the lift slowed to a stop on the 14th floor of the building, wishing it would just bypass this stop for once and take her straight to the ground floor.

   The doors slid open and she felt the weight of another person step into the capsule with her. She didn’t have to see his tell-tale white blond locks or his crystal blue eyes to know it was him. She could tell without cracking a lid.

   She could feel his hard stare, burning into her back as his scent wafted over her senses. Without meaning to, she inhaled deeply, taking his smell into her nostrils. She could admit to herself that he did smell good.  And he always looked good.

   In fact, if Hermione were to list down all the qualities she wanted in her perfect mate, it would probably describe the man standing behind her to a T.

   Well, that is, until he opened his mouth.

   “Are you still asleep there Granger? You look like the walking dead! Do the rest of us a favor and put a bag over your head,” he said, sounding a bit miffed.

   Hermione opened her eyes for the sheer purpose of rolling them, and then proceeded to jab at the lobby button repeatedly until the doors closed; locking them together in the small space Hermione had come to know as Hell. The ride down always lasted an eternity, though it certainly beat walking up and down 15 flights of narrow stairs every day. 

   Besides, riding down with Draco Malfoy every morning was always eventful.  He would say something, -intentionally pushing her buttons-, and by the time the doors reopened on the ground floor, she would usually have her finger in his face; cheeks red from fury and her eyes on fire as she thoroughly and properly told him off.

   Any other day, she would secretly enjoy their random meetings in the lift of the building where they both lived, but today she was in no mood for his antics and she told him so after he had, rather bluntly, made an inquiry about her sex life.

   “Seriously Granger, I’d still say you need a good shag. I’ve lived under you for over a year, and never heard the banging of a bed until last night. Which by the way, yes, I did hear. Yet, here you stand, looking as utterly unshagged as you did yesterday.”

   If Hermione didn’t know any better she would have thought there was a tone of satisfaction in his voice. She furrowed her brows.

   “Shove off Malfoy. I’m in absolutely no mood to deal with you,” she said crossly, still facing forward.

   Draco crossed his arms and leaned against the back wall of the lift.

   “It’s a good thing I don’t work around your schedule then isn’t it? I was just wondering what happened to make you look so…unsatisfied? Was that Weasley twin not particularly good in the sack? Or did he finally realize you were nothing but a Mudblood and leave you right in the middle of it?”

   Hermione finally spun around and slapped him hard across his face. His eyes narrowed as he stared into her defiant brown eyes.

   “You deserved it,” Hermione said, raising her chin slightly.

   Draco stared blankly back at her for a few moments before he suddenly smirked.

   “I guess that slap means at least part of it was true.”

   Hermione pursed her lips together and glared at him before she turned around and walked out of the lift as the doors slid open. She walked fast through the lobby and out into the street, cursing the day that Draco Malfoy moved into the flat right below hers.

   As Hermione walked the few short blocks to work, she thought of Draco and what he’d said. Parts of it were true. She did have a man over, and she wasn’t at all surprised that he’d heard the banging of her bed late into the night, but it hadn’t been in the way he’d thought. She and Fred had been babysitting George’s four children together and they, like their father, were a handful. The kids had refused to go to sleep, and spent half the night jumping on her bed.

   Unfortunately, he was right about something else too; someone did leave her in the throes of passion. Though it had definitely not been Fred Weasley, but Draco himself in a dream. A very vivid one at that, but still just a dream. It hadn’t been real.

   Hermione had had the same dream every night for the past week. Her and Draco, naked together, him pumping into her, digging his fingertips deeper into her flesh with each solid thrust. Then, just when Hermione was about to come, Draco would suddenly and harshly draw out of her. She would look up to find him looking at her with disgust. “Filthy fucking Mudblood,” he would say and then disappear.

   Each night that Hermione had that dream, she would wake up with those words echoing in her head and be unable to fall back to sleep. Every time she’d close her eyes, she’d see him, staring at her with hatred. Hatred that she hadn’t seen from him since fifth year, before he publicly claimed his neutrality in the war. And, until just a few minutes earlier, he hadn’t called her Mudblood since then.



   She wondered briefly what had gotten him into the mood he was in, before remembering her own bad mood and the cause of it. That damned dream. It taunted her, showing her fantasies and then ruining them with the reality of the situation. Draco would never sleep with her, and if, for some reason, he did, she was sure that at some point he would realize what he was doing and leave her, just like he did in her dream. And that hurt horribly, because as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted him.

   She wanted Draco Malfoy badly and had for a long time. Hell, she might even love the prat. She inhaled sharply as she was hit full force with that thought and she stopped in her tracks. Suddenly she didn’t feel up to going to work anymore and, deciding to play hooky, she apparated to the Potter/Weasley residence. She had to talk to Ginny.

   The red head answered the door; smiling and barefooted. Hermione couldn’t help herself as she reached out to rub Ginny’s seven months pregnant belly.

   “You weren’t just standing in front of the kitchen sink were you?” Hermione asked, teasingly.

   Ginny chuckled, “What’s with you and Harry? Always going on about kitchen sinks?”

   Hermione grinned, already loving the contagious happiness that her friend was swimming in, “It's just a Muggle saying Gin, don’t worry about it.” 

   Ginny pulled Hermione into the house and hugged her.

   “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but shouldn’t you be at work?”

~*~

   Hermione tipped her head back and swallowed her shot of Firewhiskey. It burned its way down her throat and she welcomed it. She nodded at the bartender to pour her another drink and tipped it back just as fast as the first one.

   “Say it Hermione. Say ‘I’m in love with Draco Malfoy’.”

   Hermione almost grimaced at the memory of Ginny’s words from that afternoon. Any normal person would be ecstatic to realize that they were in love with someone, but in Hermione’s case, she was understandably a little wary. To be in love with Draco Malfoy? Someone who had been her adversary for the first five years she’d known him?

   She ordered a Rum and Pumpkin Juice and sipped on it as she tried to convince herself that his actions towards her during those first few years was enough reason to condemn him from her for her entire lifetime.

   “Hermione, that was so long ago. We were children!”

   “Children still have feelings Ginny. Am I supposed to just forget how much he hurt me at school?”

   Ginny crossed her arms over her bulging paunch, “It looks to me like you already have.”

   Hermione sighed, “How can I? He’s still that person.”

   “He isn’t,” Ginny argued. “When was the last time he said something purposely hurtful towards or about you?”

   “This morning!”

   “Before that?”

   Hermione didn’t answer.

   Frowning into her now empty glass, she called the bartender over.

   “’Nother Rummin Juice please,” She asked lazily.

   Okay, so the problem wasn’t really that Hermione loved Draco. Her problem now was living with that knowledge and the fact that nothing would ever come of it, no matter what Ginny had to say on the subject. Draco may not be the arrogant, bigoted boy he used to be, but he was still a Malfoy.

   And everyone knows that Malfoys and Muggles don’t mix.

   “Do you remember when I dated Draco at school?”

   “The whole three weeks? Yes, I do and I still don’t know why you even gave him a chance.”

   Ginny shrugged, “He’s damn sexy.”

   Hermione found herself nodding her head in agreement, but when she realized what she’d done, she raised a hand and actually slapped herself on the cheek for it.

   Ginny laughed at her friend, “Besides, I knew that he had changed. I could see it and I could feel it. Couldn’t you?”

   “I suppose.”

   “Do you know why I broke up with him?”

   Hermione looked thoughtful.

   “I remember you being very vague about it, but didn’t you say it was something about another girl?”

   Ginny nodded, “That other girl was you.”

   Hermione’s mouth opened in surprise; she definitely hadn’t been expecting that.

   “But- I never, I mean to say- we never, um, what?”

   “No, I know Hermione. What I mean is; I think he agreed to date me only so he could be close to you. I don’t think he realized I’d figure out that it wasn’t me he was interested in.”

   “And, how-how did you figure it out?” Hermione questioned. Ginny must have been mistaken. Malfoy would never, ever in his lifetime be interested in Hermione Granger. It just wasn’t possible, and it was insane to even think it.

   “Oh, well the fact that he never kissed me was a start.” Ginny said.

   “He didn’t?”

   “Didn’t even try. And they said he was some sort of playboy...” Ginny trailed off. “And, he stared at you a lot, hung on to your every word whenever we talked.”

   “He did not!”

   “Well, you weren’t paying any attention now were you?” Ginny asked. Suddenly, she sat up straight in her chair, rubbing her round belly.

   “Is the baby okay?” Hermione asked immediately.

   “Yes,” Ginny said, sighing, “she’s just kicking me. Here.”

   She held her hand out and Hermione put her own hand in it. Ginny turned her palm over and placed it on her abdomen. Hermione waited only for a few seconds until she felt the light bumps against her hand.

   “Oh wow, that’s so amazing.” She whispered in awe, “I still can’t believe you and Harry are going to be parents.”

   Tears welled up in her eyes as she smiled up at her friend.

   As Hermione finished her drink and ordered another, she thought back on the implications that Ginny’s story had. Hermione was not so deluded, nor was she drunk enough to think that maybe Draco was as in love with her as she was with him.

   Hermione knew that he wouldn’t sink so low. To go back on all he had believed in for so long would probably hurt his pride too much to even attempt, had he felt even a flicker of feeling for her. But there had to be something, some reason why he continued to haunt her.

   When she graduated Hogwarts and gone on to University, she was dismayed to find that Draco had planned on attending the same school. For four years, she had to endure him in almost every class. Not that she minded it all that much when she thought about it. She thrived on their heated arguments in the hallways between classes, in the midst of everyone. Draco would get right up in her face, inches away, so close that all Hermione would have to do to kiss him was to pucker her lips.

   But she hadn’t. He hated her, and she was naturally supposed to hate him back.

    After Uni, Hermione got a job with the Ministry in the Potions Research Department. Not even a week later, Draco had a job in the Potions Lab, which was located right down the hall from her section. Every time she passed him, he would glare at her, without uttering a single word. It seemed as if he kept following her, wherever she went, just to bring her down.

   Maybe he was just obsessed with making her life miserable.

   Sure, it may be true that he hadn’t said or done anything obvious to hurt her in quite some time, but her heart still ached after every meeting. Every time they met she would have to pretend that she had absolutely no feelings for him, and make sure not to look him look him in the eye for too long, for fear of him finding out her secret. She just knew that he would laugh at her, berate her and stare mockingly at her with his cold eyes for even entertaining the idea of the two of them together.

   But, if that were true, if he really abhorred every moment he was around her, then why was he always there?

   Them going to the same University was a coincidence, and most Hogwarts grads ended up doing something for the Ministry so that wasn’t that big of a surprise. But then, only a month after she’d moved into her flat, Draco had moved in right below her.

   She remembered that day; not knowing exactly who her new neighbor was, she’d gone down with a welcoming basket, hoping to make her first friend in the building. She sure received a shock when Draco opened the door fresh from a shower, with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, little droplets of water still clinging onto his broad chest. He had gazed at her coolly, looking not at all surprised that she was there, while she’d gaped at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

   Coming to her sense, she’d stammered, “Uh, I live above you.”

   She’d held out the basket of fruits and he’d accepted it, staring at her strangely. After a few moments though, his gaze had hardened and he’d scoffed before shutting the door in her face.

   “He followed you there Hermione. After he found out that you’d moved out of Harry and Ron’s, he somehow found out where you lived and followed you there,” Ginny said, starting to feel somewhat exasperated towards her oblivious friend.

   “Why? Why would he do that? He wouldn’t do that on purpose; move in right under a Mudblood.”

   “Stop using that as a means for him to hate you!”

   “Well he does. He hates me!”

   “He’s in love with you, you idiot!” Ginny all but screamed, shocking her friend yet again.

   He is not, Hermione thought to herself as she swallowed the contents of her glass. Draco Malfoy, in love with her? Hermione couldn’t even begin to wrap her head around that one. As much as she would love to hope that it was true, it just didn’t make sense. It was completely illogical.

   First and foremost; she was a Mudblood and at the top of Draco’s torment list. She definitely wasn’t his type, although she had no real account of what his type was, as he had never publicly dated anyone at Hogwarts, she had only the rumor mill to go on. She wasn’t that pretty; her hair was still bushy and the same mucky brown colour that matched her plain eyes. Her face was ordinary, boring and she had a bit of fat around her middle. Nothing a little exercise wouldn’t cure, but it was there non-the-less.

   Draco’s type was probably the tall, beautiful and tanned girls. The ones with the upturned noses, fake attitudes and who would be more than willing to praise and worship him. Not because they really loved him, but because of his name and his money. Hermione shook her head, what did she know about the type of girl Draco Malfoy wanted to, or should, have?

   The hairs on Hermione’s neck suddenly stood up and a shiver ran down her spine.  Instinctively, she turned towards the window at the front of the small pub and was startled to meet the eyes of the sole subject of her thoughts that day. Draco had been looking at her thoughtfully and when he noticed that she’d seen him, he scowled at her, pulled the front door open and stepped inside. She could tell by the slight stumble in his step that had been out drinking as well.

   “What the hell are you doing here?” He demanded at once, coming to a stop behind her chair.

   “I’m sorry Malfoy, is this a Mudblood free zone?”

   Draco looked around the dirty pub, “I suppose a tramp like you is used to this sort of place.  Do you come here often Granger? I never knew this side of you!” He barked.

   Where this rage had come from, Hermione didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to stay there and be embarrassed or harassed by him. She stood up so suddenly that she almost fell right into him, but he reached out just in time and steadied her, then quickly pulled his hands away.

   She snorted, “Can’t touch me for too long can you Malfoy? Don’t want to get my filth all over you, right?”

   She slammed some coins on the bar, pushed past the blond and walked out the door into the quiet street. She was glad that her flat was just across the street from the pub. She didn’t want to deal with Malfoy at all, and only hoped that she made it to the lift before he came after her. When she heard the pub door open again she knew he had followed her out. She cursed and started to jog across the street and up to the building. She heard the pound of his feet on the pavement behind her, and he caught up to her quickly.

   “What do you want Malfoy?” she asked, opening the lobby doors.

   “I didn’t get any sleep last night you know.”

   “I don’t see what that has to do with me.”

   “It’s got everything to do with you,” he yelled suddenly, “if you hadn’t been up there, shagging that sodding wanker…”

   “Excuse me?” Hermione cut him off.

   “I heard you shagging him half the night!”

   Hermione’s eyes widened, “I don’t know what you’re on Malfoy,” she said as she walked over to the lift, Draco hot on her heels.

   “What about what I said this morning? That slap? Something of what I said was obviously true,” he ran in front of her, cutting her off in front of the lift and pushed the ‘up’button.

   “You’re a heartless bastard Draco Malfoy,” she said, turning towards the stairs as the doors to the lift opened.

   He grabbed her arm before she could get too far, flung her into the lift and followed her in, the doors sliding closed loudly behind him. He pushed the button to his floor and rounded on her.

   “Heartless? I’m heartless? If anyone here is heartless then it’s you. You knew I was down there, you knew that I could hear you. Did that get you off? Knowing that with each thump of that sodding bed on the floor, another chunk of my heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest?”

   Hermione could only stare at him in shock of what he was saying. He thought that she had sex with Fred and it tore his heart out. That meant he loved her. It had to. Hermione could feel her body warm up at the mere thought of it. She almost smiled, but then remembered the irate man in front of her.

   “…just like that arsehole Jacob back at Uni…”

   Hermione’s mind raced back to the one boyfriend she’d had for a month at University. He’d broken up with her so suddenly one day; it was as if Hermione had sprouted antlers. He avoided her the rest of that year, and then had transferred to another school.

   “…always touching you, no, groping you right in front of me, well, he got what was coming to him, the little..”

   “What? What did you mean by that?” Hermione asked.

   Draco focused on her so suddenly; she could tell that somewhere during his rant, he had forgotten she was standing right there. His eyes hardened again as he stared her down, taking a step toward her, backing her into the wall.

   “And now, you and that-that Weasel freak-“

   “No, wait Malfoy, we didn’t-“

   ”Don’t lie to me Hermione! I saw him going up to your flat, and not an hour later your bed was jumping across the ruddy floor!”

   “Yes, but-.” The chimes of the lift cut her off as the door slid open on his floor.

   “I love you Hermione. I’ve loved you for a long time, though I don’t know why. I was right back then; you really are just a filthy little Mudblood.”

   He backed out of the compartment just as the doors closed again, cutting him off from the sight of her staring at him with sad tears in her eyes, and saved him from hearing the sob that escaped her throat as her fingers reached out and pushed 15.

   By the time she arrived at her door, Hermione was a sobbing wreck. He hadn’t even given her a chance to explain anything. She had thought for a brief moment that maybe they could have a chance at happiness, but he shot that dream down before it had even started. And then he’d called her a Mudblood again; something that shouldn’t bother her after all these years, but hearing him call her that had always hurt her more than it should. 

   Hermione walked into her flat and went straight to the fireplace. Throwing in a handful of floo powder, she kneeled on the ground sniffling, and stuck her head in the grate.

   “Ginny Weasley!” she cried.

   She felt the normal odd, spinning sensation and suddenly she was looking into Harry and Ginny’s kitchen.

~*~

   Hermione had just finished wiping the last of the tears from her face when someone knocked on her front door.  Smiling slightly at the fact that Ginny would come over this late at night, she got up and answered the door quickly, her smile fading when she saw that it wasn’t Ginny on the other side.

   Draco stood there staring at the floor, in his pajamas, looking as if he’d been to hell and back in the two hours since she’d last seen him. For a split second, her heart went out to him. She wanted to pull him inside and hug him forever, to comfort him and tell him everything would be alright, and then his words echoed in her brain, giving her a little reminder of what he had put her through that night. She started to close the door on him, but he stuck out a hand and stopped it mid swing.

   “Wait. Hermione,” he said it so quietly  that she paused and opened the door again.

   “I-“ he stopped, rubbing his hand over his face, “I came to apologize. Ginny came to see me, she told me everything, well, she yelled everything, actually.” He looked up at her, “She told me that you love me.”

   “Well,” Hermione sniffed, “I’m glad you could find the time to listen to her.”

   She started to close the door on him again and he put his hand out and pushed it backwards, stepping into her flat and shutting the door behind him.

   “Get out Malfoy.” She said.

   “Hear me out.”

   ”Why should I? You wouldn’t hear me out in the lift, wouldn’t hear me out when I tried to tell you what had happened. You jumped to whatever conclusions you wanted to.” She told him, angrily brushing a stray tear from her cheek.

   “I’m sorry.”

   ”You’re sorry?” She shrieked, “What are you sorry for? For saying that I was a slut? For calling me a Mudblood again, when you know how much it hurts? For thinking so little of me, that with only a few clues to go on, you come up with the ridiculous notion that I would sleep with Fred Weasley?” she stuck her finger in his face, “How dare you say you love me, and then call me such horrible things. You don’t love me, you don’t know what love is.”

   Draco took hold of the finger that was wagging in his face and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.

   “I may not have grown up around it, I may not have been loved much as a child, but, Hermione, I know what love is. I know that I love you.”

   Hermione tugged her hand from his and looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears, “How do you know?” she whispered.

   His answer was to lean down and capture her lips in a sweet gentle kiss. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. One hand came up to cup her face as he nudged her lips open and then his tongue was in her mouth, kissing her passionately. Hermione reacted to him almost immediately, rubbing her tongue against his as he thoroughly searched every crevice of her mouth. His fingers drew light circles on the small of her back that sent goosebumps up her spine and  she shivered as he released her, taking a few steps backwards.

   “I just know,” he finally answered, licking his lips. He walked to the door and opened it.

   “Don’t ever again think that I don’t love you Hermione,” he turned and walked through the doorway.

   “Where are you going?” Hermione blurted out. A minute before he was kissing the hell out of her and he was just going to walk away?

   “Home. You need to rest, we both do. I just didn’t want you angry with me on the night I found out that you love me,” He grinned at her and she almost fell over, her knees failing her at that moment.

   “Good night Hermione.”

   And then he was gone.

~*~

   It took Hermione three minutes to go after him. She had shut her door after he disappeared into the lift, and was now pacing back and forth in front of it, thinking of what she should do next.

   Though a part of her was  still  angry that he hadn't listened to her in the first place; instead assuming the worst and jumping down her throat about it, a bigger part was  extremely happy that the whole thing had been resolved. Her lips were still tingling from his heated kiss a few minutes ago and she licked them, grinning when she could still taste him there. She quickly made up her mind and ran to her closet.

~*~

   Hermione was having second thoughts as she stood trembling in front of Draco's door, wearing nothing but a short, thin, almost transparent blue nightgown. It came down to rest at her mid thigh where her fingers nervously fiddled with the hem. The front dipped down at the top, parting slightly to show her bare skin down to her abdomen. There was no back to the garment and a slight chill kept running up her spine.

   She knocked quietly, hoping that he was still awake and that he’d let her in before another neighbor came out and saw her without her knickers. The door opened, and Draco stood there, mouth open, staring at her. He stuck his head out into the hall, looking left then right before grabbing her around the waist and pulling her inside.

   Hermione wasted no time and pulled him to her, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him firmly on the lips, coaxing them open to feel his tongue against hers once again. Her arms came around his neck as Draco pulled her even closer, his hands wandered down under her nightgown to cup her bare arse and he lifted her up. Hermione wrapped her legs around him, automatically rocking against him and he moaned.

   He pulled away from the kiss only to attack her neck, getting a responding moan from her. Hermione clung to his shoulders when he sucked an earlobe into his mouth, biting and sucking on it gently. Hermione ground her hips against hers so hard that he almost dropped her. He released her ear and looked at her, breathing hard. She could clearly see his desire for her shining in his eyes and it made her moan.

   To have a man,-this man-, the one she’d been wanting for years, look at her like that, made her tremble in his arms. She leaned in and kissed him again, gasping as he began to walk with her still in his arms towards his bedroom, his arousal rubbing against her hot center with every step.

   By the time he laid her on his bed, she was soaking wet, rubbing her thighs together and thoroughly enjoying the friction it was creating. Draco stood above her, watching her wriggle around on his bed as he tugged his shirt over his head. Kneeling down, he straddled her legs and pulled her to sit up as he slid her nightgown off her body, leaving her completely bared to him.

   His hungry eyes traveled down her torso and he brought a hand up her side and to her breast, stroking a finger across her nipple, which hardened at the contact. Hermione watched him as he bent his head down and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Her head fell back and she moaned loudly, slowly leaning back, bringing Draco with her to lie on the bed. He kissed her again for a moment, before licking his way down to her other nipple, taking it into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the velvety tip.

   “Draco,” Hermione whispered.

   He abandoned her breasts and began sliding down the bed, kissing and licking his way down her body. His hand found its way to her center and he ran a finger down her wet slit. She bucked her hips up and put a hand in his hair. Draco dipped his tongue into her belly button as he held her in place on the bed. Moving down a bit further, he nibbled along her hip bone, sucking on her skin there until it left a mark making Hermione moan louder.

   He moved between her legs and looked up at her. She gazed at him through half opened eyes and lovingly ran her fingers through his silky hair. He grinned at her and winked before dipping his head down and sucking her clit into his mouth.

   “Oh my-“ was all Hermione could get out before she started moaning uncontrollably.

   Draco swept his tongue into her folds, licking and nibbling every inch that he came in contact with. He pressed a finger inside of her as his tongue circled her clit again and she fisted his hair tightly in her hand. Hermione groaned loudly and came, her juices being immediately lapped up by Draco, who continued to nibble on her until she rode out her orgasm, whispering nonsense words to the ceiling.

   When she finally lightened her grip on his hair, he crawled back up her body and claimed her lips once more. The taste of herself on his lips and the feel of his length pressed against her pussy had her hips rocking again and she ran her hands over his back with her nails gently.

   “Hermione,” he groaned.

   She hooked her feet into the waist band of his pajama bottoms and pushed them off his hips and down to his knees, letting him do the rest. His cock bounced free and rubbed against her slick folds, his hardness against her wetness. They moaned together as he positioned himself at her entrance, hesitating slightly.

   “Please Draco.”

   He pushed forward and was finally inside her. They both froze for a moment and looked into each others eyes. Draco smiled down at her and pushed the stray hair out of her face.

   “I’ve wanted this for forever,” he whispered.

   He kissed her nose softly before he began to move inside her.

   “Merlin,” he groaned.

   He sat up on his knees, bringing the bottom half of her up with him and leaned forward to palm one of her round breasts in his hand. His thrusts were deep and sure, he gripped her hips as if he was afraid of falling as he sped up, getting lost in the feel of her around him. He filled her completely, and with each rhythmic thrust of his hips, Hermione fell more and more over the edge.

   Draco pulled her up to straddle his thighs, and sunk his hand into her hair, breathing into her neck as she rode him. He took hold of her hair and pulled her head back to look at her.

   “Say my name,” he said.

   “Draco,” she gasped on the brink of her orgasm.

   He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, “You’re mine.” He whispered

   “Yours.”

   Draco lifted his arse up to match her pace as she bounced on him, the effect had them both trembling.

   “Forever.” He said, looking her in the eye.

   “Yes.” Hermione whispered.

   She cried out, arching her back as she came. She felt Draco stiffen under her and he exploded, biting her shoulder until he was spent. They sat there like that for a few minutes until their breathing was back to normal. Draco ran his hand up and down her back lightly as he placed gentle kisses on the marks he had left on her shoulder.

   “Stay with me?” he asked.

   Hermione could only nod her head as he lay her down again, slowly slipping out of her. He took his wand and said a spell to clean them up before settling back in the bed and taking her in his arms.

   “I love you.” He said.

   She was already asleep.

~*~

   The lift shook as it came to a stop on the 14th floor and Hermione looked up as the doors opened.

   “Well, well Granger. It looks like you’ve finally gone and got yourself properly shagged. Congratulations.”

   Hermione grinned, “Shove off Malfoy, are you going down or what?”

   Draco stepped into the compartment and the doors closed behind him.

   “I certainly could be.” He said, before turning around and hitting the Emergency Stop button.

  The End.


Fic Request;

Name/Pen Name: Jillian

LJ Username: twice__bitten

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Are you over 18: Yes

Rating(s) you're willing to write: Up to NC-17

Rating(s) of the fic you want: NC-17

One tone/mood you want your gift to include: Light Angst

One element/theme/item you want your gift to include: A love bite on the hip

One common cliche you don't want your gift to include: OOCness(supernice!Draco, evil!Hermione)