POV: Hermione. Play the song... 😏

I was fleeting in readily running away from my starved predator, me being its desired prey, through the flurried forest pines of heavenly chilly powder beneath me and above me.

My breaths were harsh and shallow, racing for inhales in gusts of the cold vapor air. My cooled body fighting for warmth, was panicked in impassioned fiery and thrilling excitement.

I could hear his muffled army boots stomping in the cottony ice behind me, coming closer, and closer, and closer. He caught up to me, my heart galloping against my chest in throbbing consonant pounds.

"AAaahhHH!!" I yelled in an earthly gasp. He snatched me from behind, seizing my waist, and bringing us down into the coverlet of permafrost, exploding the flakes into the air all around us, as we fell to the glaciered temperature floor.

I stayed exhilaratingly panicked, sensually screaming with a smile shakily flourishing across my swollen glossed lips.

My appetite in covetousness for him was fatally wicked. I would let him do whatever, he wanted to do to me...

He arrested my wrists and swung me around to face his menacing grin, knowing exactly what was on his obscenely incessant vulgar mind.

His platinum frosting medium in length hair, overhanging the sides of his handsomely structured jawline and the sides of temples, with him coming down inches away from my face, as he bent his arms down, still holding firmly onto my wrists that were barricaded on either side of me, in desperation of anticipation for his plumped stinging lips to caress mine.

He kissed me indefinitely rough... pushing my head impetuously seesawing upwards in his sweltering snogging, and squeezing my wrists tighter and tighter until they were numb, not being able to feel the blood in my finger tips.

My body was digging deeper and deeper into the snow, getting carried away with his passions for me.

He suddenly halted our session, and raised my wrists upwards and simultaneously lifted me up with force, laying his back in the snow and ordered me silently through his intense roguish ways with heightened sexual tension in his gorgeous blue eyes, shining in exuberance against the white fleece around us, to plant myself on top of him.

He put his hands behind my head and pushed my neck down into his lips, my eyes rolling in the back of my head, and feeling my toes curling inside of my snow boots, with every titillating stroke of his tongue against my skin, cadencing his lubricious movements making me unable to breathe, only exhaling through shortened moans, reminding me of what he does when he eats me alive...

"Take me back to our bedroom, Draaaco..." I breathlessly drawled and somehow spoke again, "I want you, I want you inside of me..."

He disapparated us within seconds of my requests...

We touched down on our bed.

Draco beginning to rip my jacket off and I remembered I had a surprise for him.

"Wait!" I jolted in a gasp and he looked at me with his threatening apocalyptic glares, as if he wanted to kill me, for stopping him.

"I have something for you..." My pleasuring teases of what was to come, escaped my lips, sweeping my throbbing used brims against his lips and pushed myself off of him for a moment.

"You're fucking killing me, Hermione." Draco hissed, raising his self up on our bed, to watch me glide into our bathroom and disappearing for just a short dying hesitation...

I quickly found my present for Draco, thanks to the Accio spell. And dressed my body in its bewitching charms.

Hermione's Present. 😏🖤

I opened the door and sexily provoked him, sauntering in the doorway, and cleared my throat with a here's your present smirk...

Draco was practically paralleled in despair and sprawled out on the bed, pouting for my return, and instantly raised his head up to look at me, after I beckoned him with my expelling ahem's.

An enormous lecherous grin, raunchily smeared across his handsome face with his reply reading aloud of his boorish thoughts...

"Get. The. Fuck. Over... Here... Nooowww, you fucking rousingly slutty tease." Draco sharply burst his bawdy sexual anger in needing me.

"I don't know if I like you talking to me in that way, Mr. Malfoy. You should treat me with respect..." I played in our game, gliding over to him and making him suffer, by crawling onto his body, but not letting him touch me, straddling his waist, following with lowering my fleshly torments onto him and I finished my statement whispering in his ear, "I'm going to punish you, Draco Malfoy."

"Do your fucking worse, you dirty harlot..." Draco's filthy words spewed from his addicting lips. I was emotively turned on and honestly peeved at him talking to me this way. I sat up and slapped him across the face, leaving a red mark of my fingerprints across his after-five shadow cheek, as he jerked my rump and slapped my arse just as hard as I smacked him.

"I love it when you hit me. It's been making me hot for you, since you punched me in the face, our third year at Hogwarts," Draco revealed smirking, through squeezing and kneading my arse, in his delicious hands.

"You deserved it, you foul loathsome evil little cockroach." I remembered my hurtful words to him, just before I punched his arrogantly prickly teenage self, as he narrowed his malice eyes on me and erotically licking his lips, and tracing the tip of his tongue to the left corner of his bedeviling mouth, taunting me in his swaying sorcery and baiting me to kiss him again.

I called for wand in my mind and withdrew Draco's clothing with a flick of my wand, and threw my witches power to the floor, bringing my madness to have my husband inside of my mercurial changes from the good Gryffindor girl, to my inner Slytherin sultress.

"Uuuuhhaa, Draaacooo..." my breaths were winded with each dominantly vigorous thrust of him ruling my innermost venereal centrum.

"Salazar's fucking sake, I love your entire being, god dammit... it's all I can do, to not rape you." Draco fiendishly expressed, submerging his mast practically up to my throat.

He massaged my breasts working them together, and traveling his swindling hands down my outer thighs, getting away from his penetrating conscience and began harshly pulverizing my clobbering crux.

I couldn't speak, concaving my nails into his lower back, and loosing my abilities to barely breathe. My moans turned to lushly groans, loving and trying to get used to his roughness I craved.

"Am I hurting you, baby?" Draco sincerely questioned me, slowing down a bit, to check on my needs.

"Ooohh, nooo, Draco, don't stop, don't stop, I want it baby, please... fuck me harder..." I ached in my begs, squeezing my legs tighter around his waist.

"Hermione, you're going to make me capstone before I'm ready, fucking bloody hell... and you cussing like this, and how rough you like it, Mmmm..." He concluded lowering his kisses to mine and went back to his guttural luscious banging, instantly bringing us to our climatic ascending orgasms of maximum velocities...

He kissed me softly, coming back to his sugar-some side for me, and whispering, "Next time we take Amortentia, I think we better bring a heart attack stopping bezoar with us. God damn, Hermione... you're going to be the death of me," he paused kissing me again, with both of us coming down off of our drugged sexual hunger state, from taking Amortentia.

"Well, we certainly are crazy for each other aren't we?" I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling my heart still spastic in rhythms of love for Draco.

"We need to be careful with that shit, I'm telling you... I literally thought I was going to kill you from wanting and needing you so badly. Damn, I feel like that, when I'm not high on a love spell, the intensity of craving you was seriously dangerous, Hermione. I don't think we should do that again... I wanted to do things to you, that would've probably paralyzed you. I'm not joking." Draco huffed and spoke with concern.

"Well, I'll make it a bit less stronger next time." I winked, with him shaking his head and rolling his eyes, and speaking to me again,

"I love you, you little vixen."

I smiled bringing his face closer to mine,

"You bring it out of me, and I love you, for eternity."

We kissed on our bed, until we fell asleep in each other's arms, for an afternoon nap. I was in a deep sleep when I was lost in a dreamworld...

"Mummy! Mummy! Pick me up!" I heard a distant voice of toddler, I hadn't heard before. I was running to find this baby that was calling for me. I was terrified, opening every door of a mansion I wasn't familiar with, trying to find this child. "Here mummy!" The child screamed and I screamed in my sobs asking them over and over, "Where are you?!"

I had my hand on the handle of the final door, I knew the child was in. I opened it with a bright flash of light blinding my eyes. "Mummy!"

"Hhuuuuh!" I shot up in my sleep drenched in sweat, clasping my throat that was screaming aloud from my fears.

I woke Draco up, who was holding me in his arms to console me and to check on me.

"Baby? What's the matter?! You scared the..." He stopped speaking, reading my thoughts and rubbing my back, knowing I had a nightmare.

"It's alright, love... I'm here." He calmed me down, kissing my head and lowered my naked body to rest on his bare chest, running his fingers through my long wavy hair.

My mind was rampant in theory... What was that dream all about? It scared me... I didn't know what to think of it. Draco, took my mind off of my troubles, lifting me to lay on my side and snaking his hand down the middle of my stomach to my inner regions, and clasping his hand around my hearty corpus, sinfully sliding two of his eagerly fingers inside of my hankering crux to have me again...