One More Night

One More Night

Draco was stood in the middle of the room when Hermione arrived.

Hi.
You came.
Yes.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before they flew together, hugging each other furiously.

I love you.
I’ve missed you.

Draco ran his fingers through her hair and she smiled up at him. He caressed her cheek with his fingers, kissing her softly on the lips.

I can’t stay for long.
Why?
It’s complicated.
Please don’t use that line with me.
Fine. But don’t ask me why I have to go. You know why.

He stared into her dark eyes, try as he might, he was unable to speak.
She broke the silence.

He asked me last night.
What did you say?
Yes, of course.
Was he happy?
She nodded.
Does he know about us?
Of course not, he’d kill us both if he found out.
So what does this mean?
Me marrying Ron?
Yes.
That we can’t see each other after this.

He frowned at her, confused, surely she couldn’t mean that.

I’m sorry.

But he couldn’t live without her, she was the reason that he was.

He dropped to his knees, saying,

Please, Hermione, please.
Please what, Draco? This is the way it has to be.
So this is our last night together?
He asked, head bowed, voice barely louder than a whisper.
Yes and I have to leave soon.
How soon?
First thing tomorrow morning.
Why?
Just because.
Because what?
Draco.

He rose slowly and stared into her chocolate brown eyes.

Why do you have to marry him?
I don’t have to, I’ve chosen to.
Why?
Because that’s the way it has to be.
Why? You don’t lo-
Yes I do love him.
Then what’s this?

He gestured at both of them.

It’s different with him, it’s not like you and me.

Pause.

Have you fucked him?
He asked, suddenly more angry than confused.

Draco.
Have you?
No, not recently anyway.
Whilst we were seeing each other?
She glared at him,
Of course not.
Sorry.

She smiled weakly and he asked her the question that he’d asked her millions and millions of times before,

Why can’t you marry me?
Draco, can we not get into this again, please?
But I don’t understand why you have to marry him if you love me.
We could never work Draco.
For fuck’s sake, you always say that!
Well, it’s true!
He growled under his breath.
Say Weasley didn’t exist, then what?
Then I’d probably have less reason to hate you.
And Potter?

She raised her left eyebrow at him. Harry had only saved Hogwarts from Lord Voldemort, so many years ago.

Fine, then not Potter. What if Weasley didn’t want you? Would you marry me then?
No, Draco, I wouldn’t. You know that even if Ron didn’t have feelings for me, I could still never betray him, or any of my friends, by marrying you.
Betray them?

He looked hurt.

You’re a Death Eater, Draco.
Not yet.
Yes, but you will be.
My fath-
Don’t bring him into this Draco, you always your father as an excuse.

He breathed hard out of his nose in frustration and ran his fingers through his hair.

You don’t know what he’s like.
I know enough, though. He’s an evil, malicious bastard and I hate him for what he did to Ginny.
I’ll kill him. Will you marry me if he’s dead?
Draco, don’t be ridiculous.

He sighed and took her hand, walking her over to the unmade bed in the middle of dark, messy room they were in. Draco sat on the side of the bed and Hermione perched next to him a couple of seconds later.

I love you.
I know you do.
Where does he think you are?
Out with a friend.
What if he finds out?
He wont. Can we stop talking about him please?

Draco nodded. She ran her finger over the smooth skin on his arm that was soon to be marred by the Dark Mark. He pulled her hand away and pressed it to his chest, pulling her against him as he kissed her. Their tongues tangled together as his hands moved to her back, running his fingers over the smooth skin.

He pulled away from her and they looked at each other. Just looked. Silently gazing and wishing and hoping and wanting.

Draco’s mind seemed to collapse in on itself as he brought his lips to her’s again, his fingers tangling in her curly, brown hair. They stood up together, still locked in a tight embrace. Draco pulled away and started fiddling with the buttons down the front of Hermione’s dress. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead as he slid her dress over her shoulders, revealing her red laced bra.

You’re so beautiful.

He kissed her again on her nose and then her lips, moving lower down onto her neck where he sucked and nibbled on her pulse point.

Not too hard, you mustn’t leave a mark.

How could she possibly be thinking logically at a moment like this? Draco’s mind had already clouded and all they had done was kiss.

He moved from her neck, kissing her shoulders and collar bone. Wanting desperately to stay this way forever.

Hermione’s skin tingled sweetly as his warm hands massaged her back gently. When he reached the top of her hips, she took his hands and held them against her, behind her back. He was looking at her again and it was killing her. His breath warm on her face, his heart thumping violently faster than it had been before.

She couldn’t hold his gaze. She let go of his hands and pulled him towards her into a searing kiss. Her tongue pushed in between his lips, tasting, teasing. He moaned softly into her mouth.

Hermione reached down between them and began undoing the fastenings of his black trousers and sliding them down his legs. A soft burst of air escaped his lips as his erection was freed from the too-hot confines off his cotton pants. She smiled as she glanced down and saw that it was tenting the blue silk boxers that hung low on his slender waist.

This is what you do to me. He laughed.

Hermione watched him silently as he pulled his shirt over his head, savouring the beautiful pale skin that slowly appeared before her. They stood facing each other, clad only in their underwear and their hearts that were so precariously balanced on their non existent sleeves.

I need you.
You’ll be fine without me.
You don’t know that.
Yes I do, you’re strong. You were fine before I came along.
No I wasn’t.
You were surviving
I still need you.

She sighed and rested her head against his chest, sliding her hands around his waist as he reached round her and pulled her closer against him. She was his, she always would be.
He tilted her face up to his and kissed her again. They fell onto the bed, Hermione lying on top of Draco, her lips never leaving his.

Their movements became more feverish as Hermione pushed down onto Draco’s groin, making him moan and buck his hips. His trembling hands unclasped her bra and he cast it sideways on the bed, moving his hands further along her body until his fingers were running along the elastic of her knickers. He dipped a finger inside them and stroked her softly, sliding his finger inside her as she bit her lip and moaned his name softly.
Draco.

She lifted herself off him and helps him to slide her knickers off. Her hand that had previously been twirling its way downwards across his chest had now dipped into his boxers, taking his hard cock into her hand. He growled as she squeezed him lightly and she smiled against his lips, removing her hand again.

No, don’t stop.
What do you mean?
You know what I mean.

He moaned again as she pressed her hips against him again and she felt a bolt of pleasure run through her. She did it again and Draco moaned out her name, wanting desperately to be inside her. Frantically, he pushed his boxers down his thighs and Hermione pulled them the rest of the way down.

She leant forwards and brushed her lips against his cock. He gasped and let his head roll back onto the bed, obviously expecting her to go further. But Hermione was having none of that. She moved her head up and kissed him softly on his lips before sitting on the tops of his thighs. He sat up slightly in apparent disappointment and she smirked at him.

What’s this? Am I, Hermione Granger, slowly bringing THE Draco Malfoy to his knees?

He growled and grabbed onto her shoulders, flipping her over so she was underneath him and she could feel him pressing into her thigh. Desire overwhelmed her as he slid his finger inside her again and flicked his thumb against her clit.

You’re breaking my heart and yet you still fuck like a tease.

She half smiled at him again and he took this momentary relapse in her concentration to pull his hand away and thrust into her, impaling himself to the hilt. She gasped and he reached between them again, trying to momentarily take his mind off the delicious heat surrounding his nether regions, and flicked at her clit – producing yet another gasp of pleasure.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she whispered.

I need you inside me, Draco. I love you.
And I, you.

But his words are lost when they both groaned as he thrust back into her, gradually settling into a fast rhythm. She met his thrusts with small tilts of her hips and encouraging words whispered to him as she wrapped her legs tightly around him and dug her nails into the soft skin of his back.

He grunted into her ears as she moaned girlishly, moving closer and closer to her impending orgasm as he teased her, flicking and stroking.

His thrusts became quicker and deeper and he can feel that tell tale tension building in his lower abdomen. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

She was still moaning into his ear.

Draco.

His name seemed so beautiful when she said it.

After a few hard, deep thrusts, Draco moaned out her name as he came erratically, latching his lips on to hers and trying to regain some of his composure, turning his attention to the orgasm Hermione hadn’t quite reached. His pressed down on her clit and slid his finger between her folds, drawing himself out of her and instead sliding two of his fingers inside her and thrusting inside her with them instead. He could feel her muscles tightening and it was almost enough to make him hard again. She was emitting delicious moans, drenched in pleasure and heat. She came seconds later, her eyes closed and hips bucking against him. A warm smile spread across her flushed face as she pulled his face back to her’s and kissed him again.

Fuck.

She panted, the tension in her thighs easing as she relaxed around him.

Mhmm.

He had collapsed on top of her, feeling completely spent.

Why is it that sex with you is always so incredible?

He wondered aloud.

Maybe because I love you and you love me.

Her fingers traced a line around his lips and she stared at him, almost in wonder.
He rolled off her and they laid next to each other in silence, their breathing slowly levelling out. His hand was still in her hair though, still tangled in everything that was her.

Please don’t leave me.

But she was already asleep and his words were lost on her.
His rolled over and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her soft, warm body flush against his as he nuzzled his head in her shoulder, trying not to think about morning.
He was soon asleep with her and, in their unconscious state, the two people in love moved closer together, their legs and arms wrapping and tangling. Their hearts were beating softly in unison. Two tangled, broken hearts. Beating at the same time, beating away their time together.

Beating away their one last night.

One more night, that was a good one
One more night, I dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one.

Author’s note: I hope you liked this fic, it was inspired by the Stars song, ‘One More Night’ and was loosely a song fic. I don’t own any of the characters. Please review if you liked it.