She grins, ringing her wet hair in her towel before traipsing over to him, hands on his shoulders. From this angle, she's taller than him, and she places a kiss against his forehead, his hands instantly finding her waist and tugging her into his lap. She straddles him easily, and he bites down a hiss from her rubbing against him.

Nipping her lip, Draco backs his head away, caging her face in-between his hands. With large brown eyes, Hermione was easily a dream. Freckles dotted along her cheeks, tracing up to her nose and brow, bowtie lips wet and red from their use.

She wiggles, blushing. "Draco.."

"Hush now," he whispers against her cheek, kissing along the side of her mouth and jaw. "I wish I never had to leave you, Hermione."

He continues down her neck, presses a feather-light kiss to her collarbone. He braces his forehead against the hollow of her neck, fingers moving from her hips and up her back, beneath the T-shirt. "I never want to, baby."

She hums, moving against him with a sigh, and more kisses land on her neck, her jaw, the shell of her ear. She lifts herself, reaching down to take him in her hand, stroking him once, twice, before she spreads her thighs even further and lowers herself slowly.

They groan in unison, and Hermione digs her nails into his biceps. Slowly, she began to move her hips, eyes closed in concentration, eventually pushing him gently so that he lay flat on his back, knees hanging off the bed and plush against the carpeted floor.

"Hermione, let me-"

"Shhh," she murmured. "Allow me." She pushed her hair out of the way, rocking her hips. Setting her hands on his chest, she smiled at him. "I can take care of you, let me."

Draco let his head fall back. He closed his eyes, fighting with a groan as she lifted and dropped, hands splaying over his chest and neck. Her thighs tensed around him as she found a rhythm, rising up and sinking down.

Lifting his arms from atop her legs, he pulled them under his head, elevating his view, smiling as her face twisted in ecstasy as she rode.

"Good girl," her mummers, praising her. "You're so perfect, Hermione."

"And all yours." She whispered breathily, eyes still closed as she picked up the pace. Draco licked his lips, suddenly sitting up. He grasped her shoulders, and she opened her eyes in surprise as he paused her movements.

"Fuck, I meant to tell you the moment I arrived," he said, lifting her off him gently. His cock ached from the loss of her warmth, but he needed to tell her. His lust could wait just a moment. "This could've been said at a better time, earlier."

"For merlin's sake, you have me all...riled and you want to talk now?" She scoffs, shifting on the bed so her back was against the headboard. He tickles her foot to shush her, and turns on the bed, putting her feet on either side of his knees. Taking one foot, he begins to massage it.

"i know, my apologies, but I need to tell you. I'm getting out. I've talked with Potter, and potentially there's other things I can do. That would have a similar effect." He said, his thumb pressing into the arch of her foot. "Let's have a normal life."

Hermione gives him a quizzical look, her arms folded over her chest and he rolls his eyes, knowing damn well she's playing out every possible scenario in her head.

"Draco, I don't know..." she whispers hesitantly, looking from above his brow to his lips to his eyes. Gripping both her ankles, he tugs her forward, shifting her legs over his shoulders.

"That's alright," he says against her thigh, pressing a light kiss on the skin. "You don't have to know everything, granger."

Before she can reply, he lowers his mouth to her. All questions escape her head as his expert mouth works her over, his hands keeping her squeezing legs apart. She makes a weak attempt at pushing him away, pulling on his hair but that only furthers his efforts, his tongue moving in small kitten licks over her most delicate parts.

She grabs his hair hard, chest heaving, and his lips move on her, licking and sucking and kissing until her body seizes, back arching as she comes.

Draco sits up, smiling at his work, and Hermione pinches the bridge of her nose to calm her breathing. She attempts to ask him what he means, but he presses her down, encouraging her to remain in the lovely position she's laid in.

"Draco-"

"Granger-"

"You cannot give up this job for me. This world is so dark, and you...you are a light. I'm not the end all, and the world needs people like you to help it."

He pauses, his hands on her knees, "What do you mean you aren't the end all?"

"I just mean-"

"Hermione, you are my constant. You're everything."

Her eyes widen, and she reaches up, pulling him to her. "Draco I only mean I don't want you to give up your job for something less important."

"That's you," He kisses her, tongue diving into her mouth and she sighs deeply. "I want this life with you, to spend time with you, wake up to your mane of hair, make love to you. I want children with you, Mione. Everything else is...background noise."

Hermione bumps her nose against his, a smile ghosting her features. "It is your choice, but just know...I'm with you no matter what. And I love you, I'm not going anywhere."

Draco is amazed at his good fortune.

"But why? I was a bloody Death Eater, I've done...awful things." His tone darkens, and he lets out a breath, pushing the memories back.

"It was a war, love." She replies, her voice bringing him back, and she brushes his hands into her hair. "We all did some awful things. That doesn't mean you deserve an eternal damn nation."

"Maybe not, but I certainly don't deserve you." Hermione reaches between them, taking him in her hand, and guiding him to her entrance. He pushes in slowly, and bites back a moan.

"Stop," she whispers when she feels him bottom out, her walls contracting around him in a silky heaven. "You deserve everything."

Draco drops his head to her shoulder. "You're absolute perfection, my sweet girl." He drags out in a swift movement, before delving back in. "and fucking warm and wet and mine." He bites down on her shoulder, and she arches her back, gasping his name as he rocks against her.

Attempting to bring him closer, Hermione spreads her legs even wider, and wraps them around his waist, her fingers delving into his blonde strands.

"Look at me," she whimpers as he pushes in again, her feet curling against his back. "I'm right here."

Her hand drops from his hair to his chin, loosely gripping it. "I'll always be here."

Draco groans, hips snapping against her, and dips his head to suck painful marks over her skin, marking her. She's whimpering, and he's positive he's never heard a sweeter sound.

Dragging his head up, he keeps the same pace, reaching down to move over her clit and she mewls, legs tightening. "Going to come again?"

Hermione's eyes are squeezed shut, but she nods, hands gripping his neck tightly. "That's right, go ahead. One more time for me, beautiful."

He swipes his thumb once, twice, hips moving quickly before he leans down, taking her lower lip between his teeth and tugging.

She comes undone, hard, her legs rigid as she vibrates around him, a guttural sound leaving her chest. She breathes heavily, hands tracing over his face as she tries to calm herself.

"I have a surprise for you," she mummers, taking his face in her hands. He slows his movements, enjoying the warmth of her ass and thighs pressing against him when he pushes in. "You can come inside me."

Draco nearly loses his rhythm.

"Don't say those kind of things when you're looking thoroughly fucked beneath me and all I want to do is spill inside you." He warned, and she laughed lowly. He's already having a hard time focusing on not coming that he knows the simplest thing could do him in.

"I'm serious," she continues, fingers tracing down his neck. "I'm on the potion, and besides," she traces the parting of his mouth with her tongue. "I want you to."

Draco swears under his breath, worrying and wanting etched across his face simultaneously. Hermione pushes herself up on her elbows, pressing a kiss to his mouth, below his eye, his cheeks and jaw, coaxing him.

"Please Draco," she mummers against his cheek. "You made me feel so wonderful. Now, I want you to feel the same."

Draco halts his hips, sitting up and she groans in disappointment. He can tell his resolve is rapidly depleting as he sits back, dragging her forward by the hips and grips her jaw, starring.

She is astoundingly beautiful.

He stares for so long, his fingers gripping her face, that she squirms, uncomfortable under his gaze, and she grabs his wrist. "Just going to stare?"

"And what if I do?" He quips, releasing her jaw. She opens her mouth to respond, her brows knitted in a rhetorical fashion, but he takes his cock in his hand and guides himself into her before she can speak. She gasps loudly, hands gripping the sheets tightly, and Draco bites the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.

"Is this what you wanted?" He grunts, thrusting into her. Hermione's legs shake, eyes screwed shut.

"Don't be gentle, Draco."

So he isn't. He pushes her boundary, the sound of skin on skin echoing in their empty bedroom. It's hard and fast, a delicious agony rippling across their skin. He feels the coil of an orgasm approaching, and he dips his head to take her mouth with his own.

"You're positive?" He asks, his mind fuzzy, and he registers a nod from Hermione. Her eyes are groggy, cheeks rosy and he kisses her again. "Words, my love."

Her thighs tighten, and she says, "Yes. please."

Sitting back slightly, he takes her left leg and bends her knee to her chest, hitting even deeper, and she moans again, tears forming as she squeezes her eyes shut.

"Open your eyes," he grunts, thrusting deep. "I want to look at you when I come."

She obeys, her honey colored eyes staring into his silver ones and he's done for.

A deep exhausted moan leaves him, Hermione reaches up to pull him down to her face. She inhales his moans, pressing her mouth everywhere it can reach.

Draco continues leaning over her, pressing kisses for a moment as his body relaxes, and she pulls her mouth away to brush her cheek and nose into his neck.

Carefully, he pulls out, placing her legs down gently and stretching them out before laying beside her, his arm wrapped over her middle.

They lie in the wake of their adoration for one another, chests heaving and skin damp, Hermione lacing her fingers through his lazily and he closes his eyes, pressing his face into her hair.

"We need to discuss this."

He kisses her hair, squeezing her hand.

"Tomorrow?" He says lowly, inhaling. She smells of lavender shampoo and water and him.

"Right now." She replies, turning so she's facing him and he tries to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

He doesn't look at her, instead keeping his eyes shut, and says. "You deserve this, a normal life. We deserve this, don't we?"

Draco knows very well he doesn't deserve a peaceful life, or a loving woman, and one day he's terrified Hermione will wake up and the long-coming disgust of being with a Death Eater will fill her being. She'll finally see the darkness in him and leave.

Reaching up, she strokes his face, her thumb brushing over his closed eyelid. "You deserve peace, but you also have a place. You're a bloody Malfoy, you're not a typical pureblood." He clutches her middle tighter, willing her to stop but knowing she needs to get it out. "I'm...a muggle. I'm boring and plain, but you? You were born into this magic, and you're now using it for good. And it's because of magical folk like you that do these dangerous tasks that I can be my plain, boring self."

"You're not boring." He seethed, teeth clenched, opening his eyes at her in a narrow stare.

She shakes her head, a giggle escaping her lips. "Maybe not to you anymore but, there was a time that I was." He cringes in shame, the memories of his taunting and bullying hitting him squarely in the brain.

"I don't deserve you."

"mm," she hums, pressing a kiss to his nose. "You do, but you have to let me cry over your cuts and bruises every so often. I only do so because I love you."

His heart fluttered at her words, and he squeezed her hip lightly, a smile curling his lips.

"Sleep now," she whispers, her breath fanning across his face. He's groggy, but more at ease than he'd been in a long time. "I missed having you beside me."

"I hate long missions," Draco grumbles. "Takes me away far too long."

"I know, I know," she replies, now shutting her eyes as she yawns. "But I'll always be here to welcome you back."

"I know you're right...but I still...I can't believe..." he sniffs, watching her tired face. "I'm afraid that one day I'll come back and you'll be long gone. That I might lose you."

Hermione's eyes pop open and she frowns. Sitting up on her elbow, she leans down, her lips ghosting over his. "I suppose that means we're afraid of the same things." Draco shrugs, tracing the curve of her hip, up her arm and to her wrist, frowning as he takes in her scar.

"Don't do that," she warns, pulling her arm away. "It wasn't your fault."

He doesn't reply, but drops his hand to the middle of her back, pulling her front flush against his.

"I love you, Draco." She whispers against his skin and his heartbeats a little faster. "You are a dream of a man, and I love you, no matter your mistakes."

Her breathing begins to slow and deepen, and he rubs her back as she drifts to sleep. He knows he is far from a dream, but if someone like her can see that in someone like him? It's the idea alone that grounds him into a blissful sleep.