Never Forget

“Where have you been?” The disembodied voice asked from the darkness making Hermione jump.

“Harry and Ron got a little bit too merry and I had to practically drag their arses home.” She said into the dark room wondering why none of the lights were on.

“You were supposed to be here three hours ago.” The voice whispered harshly.

Hermione was surprised she didn’t think she was that late then she saw the clock on the wall.

“Oh crap, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize it was that late I really did have trouble with Harry and Ron. I guess it’s too late to go out now.” She sighed. They had both been looking forward to this for weeks. With their busy work schedules the only time they saw each other was in bed, so they had planned to spend the night out on the town as they were both free.

Alas, Harry and Ron wanted to go for a drink after work as they hadn’t seen Hermione much lately so she had owled him to let him know she would be going for a quick drink and would be home by seven. It was now ten past ten.

“Hermione,” the voice practically purred and she new she was in trouble. “Come here.”

She knew where her was even in the darkness. He always sat in his favourite chair in the corner of the room. Hermione stepped forward hesitantly, wondering what he had planned, for there was no doubt in her mind that for the last few hours he had been planning his revenge for her leaving him on his own.

As she stepped closer she saw his hair gleam in the darkness and his features come into view. Her heart beat faster even after five years he still made her heart race.

“Strip.”

She shivered, she loved the sound of his voice. Slowly she removed her robes not to tease but simply because her hands were shaking at the prospect of him.

When she finally stood naked before him, he said nothing, he merely looked her up and down. Hermione began to squirm feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny, as much as she loved him he always found ways to stretch her comfort zones, until finally he took pity on her.

“On your knees Hermione.”

Hermione did as commanded and dropped gracefully to her knees doing nothing else until he commanded it. He needed this control. As much she loved him she knew he still feared one day she would choose Harry and Ron over himself. The wolf in him fought to keep control over their relationship to stop that ever happening but in all honestly nothing could ever make her leave him. He was her everything.

“Come here.” His voice soft and caressing she crawled forward before rubbing her cheek against his leg and baring her neck in an act of submission and apology.

His hand came up to stroke her hair and her eyes fluttered closed.

“You shouldn’t have chosen them over me,” he spoke quietly. Hermione’s eyes shot open but before she could speak he placed a finger against her lips to silence her. “I know you didn’t mean to but somehow that makes it worse, you chose them without even thinking about it.”

Hermione closed her eyes and willed herself not to cry. He was right she had, for a know-it-all sometimes she felt as if she knew nothing.

“Shh don’t cry.” He pulled her into his lap and held her tightly stroking his hands up and down her back. “I should be angry with you. If it was closer to full moon the wolf in me would probably be forcing me to mark you again, prove who you belong to, but right now all I see is your tears.”

He sighed. Hermione always had too many things to do that somehow something always had to come last and lately it always seemed to be him.

He loved her with every fiber of his being and had no idea how he could ever live without her. He’d been in love with her for a long time before when he pretended hate, when they fought, before the final battle but he hid it well. No-one knew until that fateful day he was attacked by a werewolf. No-one ever found out who the werewolf was or where they went all he knew when he woke up was apart of him was missing and he had to find her.

He stumbled across Hermione by accident in the Ministry of Magic. They no longer shared hard feelings but they were hardly friends. The second he caught her smell as she fell against him as she stumbled out of the floo he knew he had found her at last. Without a thought to his actions or the consequences for the first time in his life, he dragged Hermione, who was too shocked to fight, to the floo then to the appartment, where he proceeded to snog her senseless.

Of course once Hermione came to her senses she questioned him relentlessly about why he had just dragged her from the ministry and forced himself on her (as though she wasn’t a willing participant) and he didn’t know what to say but the truth so he spilled it all to her. The attack, her being his mate, him loving her since third year when she punched him, everything.

For an eternity it had felt to him she stared at him her shrewd eyes assessing him until he wanted to squirm. She was going to leave, she wasn’t going to stay, he was sure of it.

“Pick me up at seven”, was all she said before heading to the floo.

“Wait, what? Why am I picking you up at seven Granger, and where are you going?” He said as Hermione reached the fireplace. Hermione turned to him and smiled a small smile at him.

“Mate or not, Draco Malfoy, there is no way you are getting in my knickers before I’ve had at least one date to get to know something about you and I’m going to go home and get ready for our date tonight.” Then with a smirk reminiscent or his own she added. “Also my name is Hermione.” With that she stepped floo and his life had never been so filled with love and happiness as it had from that moment.

They had had their problems of course. Harry and Ron had never been that happy that Hermione had chosen to marry Draco Malfoy and Draco had episodes like today where he was sure she would leave him to make them happy but over all he could say he wouldn’t change a thing.

Coming back to the present he looked down at Hermione, as angry as he wanted to be even the wolf couldn’t be angry at her when she cried. Neither he nor his wolf could hurt her like that so it was time to make amends.

“Hermione?” He whispered softly as his hand slid round to caress her exposed breast. Hermione’s eyes slid open and she looked up at him, her eyes questioning. “No more tears. I can think of much better ways for you to repent your sins.” He gave her a wickedly sinful smile and was happy when he felt her relax against him.

“Now…” He whispered in her ear delighted when he felt her shiver. “Get your cute little arse in the bedroom and on the bed before I decide to spank you for being bad.”

He laughed as Hermione shot up and ran the bedroom. He knew she wasn’t running because she didn’t want to get spanked, no, she wanted to please him and she wanted to play.

He walked to the bedroom stopping abruptly in the doorway upon seeing what Hermione was doing.

Hermione sucked on her fingers before sliding them down her front and sliding on inside her already damp pussy. She heard a low growl and looked up to see Draco staring at her through the darkness a look pure lust on his face.

Hermione felt a shiver run through her as she kept eye contact while slipping another finger into her pussy, which finally seemed to mobilize Draco. He stalked slowly towards the bed not once taking his eyes off of her.

“Hermione,” his voice now a deep throaty growl. “You’ve been a naughty girl. Who said you could pleasure yourself?” Draco now stood at the edge of the bed practically salivating over her body.

Hermione’s answer was to slid a third finger into her tight, wet pussy and through her head back in pleasure. It was too much for Draco. He tore his clothes from his body before lunging onto the bed and burying his head between her thighs.

He gently pulled her fingers from inside her and licked them clean making Hermione squirm in pleasure before turning his attentions to her pussy.

He licked, nibbled and sucked Hermione to a loud and explosive completion before backing up a little.

Hermione looked up to see Draco looking at her with lust and smug satisfaction but before she had a chance to comment on it he pushed her down landing on top of her.

“My turn.” Was all he said before thrusting into her and pounding away at her pussy. Hermione screeched in pleasure and Draco chuckled. He loved everything about Hermione but he especially loved her tight, hot pussy as it squeezed his cock as he pounded into it.

“Oh Draco.” Hermione moaned. “Oh yes, right there.” Draco could tell she was close to coming again but she was going to have work for it he decided slowing his thrusts right down. “What…?”

“Beg me.” Draco commanded in his seductive whisper as he nibbled and lick her ear. “Beg me to let you come.”

“Draco… I…” Hermione didn’t like to beg for anything, he knew this. This was why it was her punishment for forgetting him. He thrust once hard into her before continuing his slow, torturous pace. “Draco.”

“Yes Hermione?” He purred.

“Oh God Draco,” He slid his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot behind her ear and new he had her as she gasped. “Fuck me. Make me come as only you can PLEASE!” He chuckled at this.

“Of course.” Without warning he began a fast, furious pace sending Hermione spiraling into orgasmic bliss almost instantly, Draco following straight after, filling her with his seed.

Draco collapsed next to Hermione pulling her close and saw a small smile on her face. She may have forgotten him this time but they knew in the future she wouldn’t forget again.