POV: Hermione... Play The Song! 😘😭❤️

Draco never stopped kissing me, nor did he ever let go of me in the midsts of our durational spellbounds of lust, in our every dehydration's neediness to have each other to quench our desired thirsts.

He was clearly taking advantage of this moment, and was going to make this night last in our memories for eternity... My wariness was to cast into the sea, with the waves lustful ebbs and flows consuming us. I was so hungry for Draco Malfoy to be inside of my carnality. I could literally feel him buried deep within me...

He was completely in tune and devoted to my every gluttonous desire of foreplay...

Draco knew my wants, my wanderlusts, and my wishes as much as I did... and bringing me into another multi dimensional universe of sex, that I never knew could exceed my past encounters with...

He continuously kissed me backwards, gliding us towards his bed. He began to slowly pull down the straps of my wined colored dress off of my shoulders.

He then quickly removed his fateful blazer, throwing it across the room like caution to the wind and hungrily found me in his embraces, yet again. Draco had so roughly pushed me back into his body, it caused me to gasp. His hankering of me viewed and felt as if I had already left him and he realized my absence, and desperately trapped me in his arms once again...

I took hold of the middle of his serpent skinned tie, loosening it with my impatience shaking profusely and pulled it harshly off his neck. Notwithstanding in my flows of preceding with ripping open his costly dress shirt and I immediately apologized with a breathily chuckle... "I'm sorry," mouthing my apologies against his drug-like nectars, sucking me in like a Venus Fly Trap in his seduction of conjures.

He smiled into my kisses whispering, "It's alright, Hermione," and closing his beautiful stargazingly slated eyes not of my Muggleborn world, but of the Magical world he was born into.

Hearing Draco saying my name aloud, was an action of cupidity puncturing my soul with his tonic arrows increasing my heart to knowing my truths...

He was my home.

Anne was right... I knew she was right, even before I ever heard her rationales of our past and possible future love story... The man I never knew I longed for, was always right there in front of me... silently screaming, "It's me... it's always been me... and I could be forever yours... if only, you'd let me."

Before I knew it, he was me laying me down on his massive bed with nothing on his upper body, as he hovered in angst above me. He was muscular and strong in his stature. Truth be told... he was devastatingly beautiful in his handsome robust calamities.

He kissed me as I smoothed my hand on his architectural abs fit for Greek God.

He ensued his wants further, by pulling the sides of my dress down as it leaked slowly off of my body revealing to him that I was not wearing any threads of lingerie.

My naked body was unveiled to him for the very first time... and he took in every inch of my being, before him. He explored his calculated gray matter eyes as if, I were the most beautiful witch he'd ever met nor seen.

Draco ran his hands upwards against my uncovered stomach and making his way to cusp my breasts in his ardent grips.

He kneaded them in his risqué crafts and bringing himself down to lay on top of me for more supple needs to covet me in his mouth...

He placed his tongue at the end of my throat, licking the middle of my attachment like a thawing ice cream cone liquefying on a hot summers day. Ultimately, bringing hisself to my left ear and whispering, "You are so mouthwatering," and growled squeezing my right thigh in his helpless metacarpus pursuing craves of me.

He brought himself back to face me. And I curved my hands against his five 'O Clock shadow, holding his precious face to look into my eyes and drink in this moment, savoring him and stopping Time for just this final second, freezing in our locked adamants of idolatry. He softly smiled as I ran my right thumb on his bottom lip underneath the ends of the lining of his consummate happiness, expressing to me that Time had stood still for him as well... and that this was more than just a Magical tryst...

I unbuckled his belt as he brought us back to our itching kisses. Thereafter, I trailed to unbuttoning his trousers and finding the zipper slowly cascading it down. I yanked them downwards as he chuckled in my mouth and helped me by removing them off of his body... as well as discarding his fitted ink black boxers to result in seeing Draco naked before me, for the very first time...

I took him in, as he did me... studying his naked body and discovering his regrettable Dark Mark etched into his left forearm. Empathy ran through my heart like the flames of charmed fire, Incendio, and coarsely worked throughout my bloodstream feeling the deepest sorrow for him. What he must have seen? What he must have done? To keeping his family safe and keeping his self alive, sent chills down my spine. And also, having him swotting me in his carnivorous silvered eyes as if he were going to eat me alive, sent lightning bolts of revelry pining, and starving for him to quench our hatred into more than just past rivalries... Draco was every woman or witches fantasy, of what a man should look like. And he was now my real world of fact of phenomenal pleasures.

He came back to me kissing my entire body. Traveling his second desserts from my lips, to my breasts, to my lower stomach, and to my fevered flowing core.

My legs quaked as he pushed my shins up, causing me to spread my thighs wider...

Draco brought his lips to my femininity and luxuriously unhinged my flesh with his extraordinary idiom extremism. Bringing me to a place embedded within me, that I never knew was possible to increase the amount and measures of throbbing pleasure-domes.

"Uuuhhhaa, Draco..." I breathlessly called, arching my back as he deepened his talents further, causing mercy from my lips from every lapse of his wet tongue numbing my everything.

He slithered his way back up towards my northern estuary and kissed me to make me taste my own essences of lust for him.

"I want you, Draco... I want you..." I pleaded rubbing the middle of his back and sliding the bottoms of my feet against the back of his athletic stately legs as he raised himself up to examine me with his addicting intensities.

"I want you more, than you'll ever know..." He self confessed his deepest encased secrets of desires for me. Hearing his words protruding directly into my basis of knowing heart, that was repeatedly winning me over and over. In return, also making my eyes water from the hurt of knowing what was to be our future.

We ardently kissed once again... and I began to feel his long, hardened, thickness at the edge of my sweating crux, slowly submerging himself inside of me. Annexing me to now be apart of him and him being apart of me... I inhaled sharply and my breathing ceased as I was getting adjusted to his appendage of delicious valor.

He realized my current fix and hushed to me in his ominous deep comforting voice,

"Just breath, baby..."

His words of relief and hearing him refer to me as 'his baby,' quickly adapted my sweetened sopped core. I never understood the nauseating pet names significant other's gave each other. Until now... I couldn't get enough of Draco Malfoy, my invasion of sedative seduction. I inhaled and exhaled my rushes of ecstasy, feeling the thrusts of his ravishments conquering my entire existence.

Draco's impulsions of his luscious sex, moved my body up and down, exactly similar to the swells of the surf carrying us in sublimely rhythms, growing into pulverizing me into a pulp.

Immaculately in his venereal fervid temperament, he clashed the ends of his brute against my innermost ascendency, bringing me wave upon waves of contracting orgasms releasing my sweltering liquescents... every part of my body was pulsing in uncontrollable spasms. I screamed in my pleasance Eden, scratching his lower back and he watched what he was doing to me with a devilish glow written across his handsome face.

He then effortlessly in his sexy rogues, lifted my lower back up and squeezing my rump into rolling our naked bodies atop each other, ending in forcing me to lay on top of him.

I could feel his throbbing member, yearning to be inside of me again...

I ran my hand down his stomach and took hold of his masculinity straddling his waist. He raised his eyebrow with a dirty smirk to match, liking my boldness to command him.

I cunningly engulfed him, causing us both to gasp in our pleasures of being one...

He licked his lips, holding and caressing my body in his slick hands, as I dexterously moved my hips around his body.

"I'm going to hear your moans in my memories forever, Hermione... I want more than just memories of tonight, I want you, forever..." Draco drawled in his lust of tyranny for me. And more importantly, giving me his hopes of becoming his,

Forever...

Draco was so far within me, I couldn't hardly breathe from the erotism of our sexual actions.

The tip of his growth collided again with my effeminacy of volcanic eruptions of multitudinous
magma, pumping out of my inner sanctum...

Draco stabbed his nails into my hips and it turned me on even more so, as I watched what I was doing to him and seeing him arching his neck back into the mattress. He lunged himself in his paces of his hammers plummeting his Slytherin sonorous venoms inside of me.

I moaned and cried in fits of pleasure not being able to hold my tongue, "OH... DRACO... IT'S NEVER BEEN THIS WAY... THIS ONGOING..."

I accidentally conveyed to him, that I had never experienced orgasms like this before... and never a multitude of them. This sex with Draco was so unbelievably arousing and addicting... it was going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

He pulled me down to collapse on his chest, intercoursing in his chronically nourishing voice, "I loved watching you... and I plan on giving you more than just a fair share..." Draco expressed the possibilities of a future together.

"I long for another round with you, Hermione Granger..." He pleaded kissing my neck.

I slightly elevated my head up to gaze into his thirsting moonlit eyes.

"Be careful what you wish for, Draco..." I flirted in whispers, reaching to kiss his neck. He circulated his hands all over my bare back, worshipping everything about me as we were fixated on each other and each other's infatuations of one another.

"Mmmm... say my name again, Hermione... I want to see my name, leave your lips. Over and over and over, again," He requested with sexiness in his urgencies.

I sat up right for him to see me better, hovering above him and repeating my words through lustrous moans...

"Draco... Draco... Draco..." and smiled down into his plumped lips, moving a piece of his whitened long hair over his forehead, and laying flushed against his dominant body, feeling my body aching to having him again from his snatching lures.

"Hermione... Hermione... Hermione..." he spoke from his reply, that I could hear all the way from his beating heart.

I could tell by the look in his vividly silver eyes, he was falling harder and harder for me.

And I was just as equally, falling harder and harder for him...

Draco fiercely jumped his head up to my kisses, simultaneously putting his hand behind my neck and pushing me into him to stealing more of me, and to make a mark in our memories forever on our last night alone.

I would remember this weekend for the rest of my life... and I feared this was only the beginning of something more... I feared that Draco would not let me go.

And I feared, I didn't want him to...