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“Draco! Please!!” 

“No.” 

“Draco!” 

“Hermione!” Draco’s silver eyes narrow at his best friend. God, she’s being bloody annoying. And quite stubborn if he does say so. 

Hermione is pouting. She was crossing her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyebrows, pouting her bottom lip, and bloody begging. 

Draco would have usually caved in by now. She was his weakness, and she bloody knew it. However, he was not going to give in on this. 

“Draco, you shag anything with legs! What’s the difference with me?!” She exclaims, puffing out her chest and flailing her arms as if she’s not asking Draco, her best friend since first year, to shag her senselessly.

Draco rolls his eyes at her antics.

He spreads himself out on their shared emerald green couch, tilting his head back until he feels the hard wall, and he groans out loud. “Hermione, you’re… you’re- Merlin! It’s different! You’re my best friend, my roommate, and you want me to fuck you?! I mean,” he loses his words as he rubs his face with his hands, “How am I supposed to fuck you and be okay with it?” He looks at her, trying to show what he’s feeling in his expression. 

Hermione is now sitting right next to him, her small frame facing him, her calves underneath her thighs, and she’s still pouting. Her big, amber-colored eyes are watching him, and her long, curly, chestnut-colored hair is falling down her back and almost touching the couch. 

“Because…” she starts, nibbling on her bottom lip, “You… you shag all your other girls so easily. I'm practically handing myself to you on a silver platter! What’s so different about me?’ She asks again, her voice softer now. Sounding almost insecure, and it makes Draco’s heart tug inside of his chest. 

He sighs loudly. 

He instantly and instinctively reaches for her hand, tugging it to the middle of where they sit, and he starts rubbing her skin with his thumb. 

“Are you really asking me that? Really?!”

She’s still looking at him, her eyes a little wide, and she nods. 

“I already said it all. You’re my best friend... I don’t- I can’t risk losing you. It would kill me,” he admits, being completely honest and vulnerable with her so she can see his point of view.  “All those other girls are just shags. Just someone to pass the time with. They don’t mean anything to me. That’s all it ever is with any of them. But you? You’re not just anybody, Hermione.”

Her hand grips his, and she places her other hand on top of their enclosed ones, “You won’t ever lose me, Draco. I swear. I swear it.” She uses her free hand to cross an ‘X’ over her heart.

“You can’t swear that things won’t change after we shag—if we shag. Why do you even want to shag me? I’m sure you have plenty of options, ‘Minny.” 

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes and huff, “Don’t call me that, and no, I don’t. Nobody who I feel comfortable with. Draco,” she sighs, “I just... I just want a friend with benefits. I’m too stressed out at work. The Ministry is driving me insane! And I’m sure you're stressed too! We can help each other! It’ll be just two friends getting each other off. No strings attached!!” She smiles brightly as if she just cracked the code. 

Draco can’t help but grin, “Why don’t you ask Potter or Weasley?” 

Hermione's full-on body cringes at his words, “I would never!! That’s disgusting. They’re like my brothers,” She pretends to hurl as Draco chuckles at his crazy witch. 

“And I’m not?” He teases with a smirk and an eyebrow raise, and she rolls her eyes.

“Come on, Draco. When’s the last time you properly shagged someone consistently without any strings?” She adjusts herself onto the couch, her hand still holding his as she leans into the upper portion. Her arm moves to hold herself up as she sets her chin on her palm and her legs cross over each other. Making her figure look impeccably long. 

“I mean…” he thinks for a second, “There was Astoria a couple of months ago.” 

“The crazy bimp that after a few shags wanted you to propose to her?!” 

Draco’s cheeks flush. That is true. 

“Maybe not her, then.” 

“Wait,” Hermione says, realizing something, and she smiles mischievously. “The last girl you shagged was Astoria?” 

He nods, confused at why she’s smiling like a lunatic, “Yeah... Why? What’s up with the lunatic smile?” 

“That was months ago! See!! We can totally help each other, Draco! Please,” she whines. 

“How do I know you’re not a swot in the bedroom?” 

Her face flushes bright pink, “Draco Malfoy! I am not!” She hits his shoulder pretty roughly with her hand. 

He smirks at her reaction, “The biggest swot from the class of 1998 is not a swot in the bedroom? I don’t believe it. I like a certain…type in the bedroom. You know me,” he teases her as he adjusts himself into the couch. 

Sweet Merlin, he’s so tired from Quidditch practice. He needs a bloody nap, and this witch hasn’t stopped bothering him since he got home. Three hours ago!

“I can be…” she searches for the right word, her eyes glittering, “Oh! I can be submissive! I can totally be submissive, Draco!” 

Draco laughs so hard that he wheezes and even has the audacity to wipe away tears from his eyes. “You can be submissive? Yeah, right, Granger.” Looking into her warm eyes, he’s still chucking a little bit. 

Hermione purses out her lips, arching an eyebrow. She instantly relaxes her entire body and licks her lips. She does her best ‘seductive’ face, as she likes to call it, and Draco stops laughing. 

She slides her hand, which had been holding her head up, and starts trailing her fingers up his long neck. She notices he breaks out into goosebumps as the tip of her baby blue nails scratches his skin.

“I can be submissive,” she whispers, her voice sultry and alluring. 

Draco’s eyes darken, and her heart rate picks up because she’s never seen this side of him. Oh, fuck. Should she really be messing with him? The “Dragon,” as all their friends and all of the wizarding community call him. 

“Get on my lap,” he demands, his voice going down an octave, and it makes her skin tingle. 

She hesitantly fumbles into his lap, sitting her butt down right on his center and trying not to gasp when she notices his eyes close when she sits. 

“Is this weird?” She whispers, anxiously biting the bottom of her lip. 

“Never,” he whispers right back.

Their hands were still interlocked. She slowly lets go to place her hands on her thighs as he decides to set his own hands on her waist. She’s staring at him, into his eyes, waiting. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” 

She bites her bottom lip, thinking for just a second, and then nods. 

“Use your words, Hermione.” 

“Yes, I want this.” 

One of his hands cups her cheek, tangling his fingers into her curls, and he rubs his thumb on her skin. His eyes roam every inch of her face. 

Hermione has always been beautiful to him. He’s always admired her. Loved her. He loves the freckles that span across her cheeks, especially the ones on her nose. He loves the color of her eyes even more when he sees them in the sunlight. Her lips are a pretty shade of light pink. Full, kissable lips. Lips, he’s only ever kissed once before. 

When they were kids, maybe third years, and when they were curious about the other sex. He remembers the way they fumbled into each other and kissed, the way she turned bright red, and they both laughed awkwardly. It was their first kiss, and they wanted it to be with each other. So that’s what they did. 

He loves her long eyelashes and the way she rarely wears makeup. Letting her natural beauty shine. But when she does wear it, she still looks fantastic. Still the prettiest girl in the room. 

Her thick curls are falling down her back, and he loves it. Even loved it before she had found the correct type of magical hair product for it and when it was untamable—when it was wild and frizzy and would take up as much space as another person.

Draco won’t lie and say he’s never thought about having something more with Hermione. But she’s always just been his best friend. His very best friend and a big part of him has never wanted to cross that boundary. 

But.. now… his beautiful best friend is asking him to fuck her? How is he supposed to deny her? When he never has before? 

His thumb caresses her cheekbone and down to her chin, hovering over her bottom lip. His eyes glance down at his thumb, and she does the same. Her breathing is getting heavier. 

“There’s no coming back from this. What if one day, one of us meets someone?” 

“Then we talk about it. Like we always do,” she responds quickly. The tip of her tongue slowly peeks out of her lips, and she licks his thumb. 

He tries not to shiver when he feels his cock twitch underneath his joggers. 

“I don’t share,” he states, making sure she knows that if they do this... it’s only them two. Not anybody else as long as this goes on. 

“I know,” she whispers, moving her hands from her thighs to the front of his chest. 

“Kiss me.” 

Her breathing hitches, and her eyes become lustful. God, he doesn’t believe he’s ever seen her this way. 

Draco sits still, almost statue-like, and he waits for Hermione to make the first move. He needed her to do it first. 

Hermione slowly closes her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, and she’s moving towards his face. Tilting her head to an angle as she hovers over his lips, he can’t close his eyes. He can’t stop looking at her. 

Her lips touch his, and that’s all he needs before his eyes flutter shut; his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her body into his chest. A muffled sound comes out of her throat as she wraps her arms around his neck, and he’s devouring her. 

The spark they feel as they kiss is powerful. 

Overwhelming. 

Unspeakable. 

Nothing like he’s ever felt before. 

She tasted like bloody heaven. She tasted sweet, almost as if her tongue was dipped in honey, and he knows it’s because of those suckers she likes to suck on. The same ones he always buys when he sees them in a shop. 

His palms spread out to cover her entire back as he grips her sweater. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest, and she moans loudly when he grinds his hips into her. His cock is already hard underneath her, surprisingly fast, and Draco tries not to think too much about that implication. 

Her lips are moving fast on his, tasting him, their tongues moving together, whimpers coming from her, and deep moans coming out from Draco’s own throat. 

One of his hands moves from her upper back, down her shoulder, and towards her covered breasts. His entire palm covers her whole breast, and she moans when he squeezes her gently. 

“Draco,” she moans out, grinding her hips into him. Her fingers run up and down the curve of his neck and into his messy, blonde hair, which is curling due to him letting it air dry after his practice shower. 

Draco pulls away from her lips, leaving a small trail of their saliva on her lips, and she licks them quickly. Her lips are already swollen and red, her cheeks tinted bright pink, and her eyes are glazed over. 

She watches him as her chest heaves from trying to catch her breath. She takes a second to admire him. His silver eyes move frantically over her features, his pale skin is flushed from his cheeks down to his neck, and she thinks he looks absolutely breathtaking. 

Oh gods, what was she thinking?

She settles herself a little bit on his lap, trying to avoid the one thing she knows is hard underneath her, and he bites his bottom lip hard as he glances down at their laps. 

“That was…” she tries to say, trying to avoid any awkwardness. But there isn’t any. She doesn’t feel anything close to awkward. 

“Bliss,” Draco replies quickly as he leans down to capture her lips in another kiss. 

“Oh,” she squeaks out as she kisses him back. This time, it’s slower. It’s as if he’s taking his time now to taste her fully. To fully get a sense of how her lips feel against his own. And it makes her want to squirm in his lap. 

This isn’t anything like their first kiss when they were teenagers, she thinks. Now, they’re grown. They’re twenty-three years old. Both experienced.

And gods, she can’t wait to see what else he can do. 

A loud, moment-killing alarm sounds from her wand. 

She gasps as she yanks herself from him, quickly reaching for her wand that was tucked into the back of the couch cushion, and she silents the alarm. 

She blushes as she looks at Draco, “I’ve got to go.” 

He smirks at her, “Big date?” 

“No!” She rushes out, chuckling softly, “I have to go meet with Ginny. She thinks Harry is proposing this upcoming weekend, and she wants to go shopping, get her nails done, and all that. You know how it is,” she says as she moves her hands around him. 

“I do,” he agrees. He slowly lets go of her waist as she looks at him from underneath her eyelashes, her face still flushed, and she slowly gets off his lap and gets up. 

“I’m going to go change, and then I’ll floo to their flat.”

“Alright, I’ll probably just nap on the couch.” He says as he’s already adjusting himself to lay down on it. As soon as she turns down the hallway, he’s adjusting his stiff cock in his briefs. Even the slight touch of his hand makes him wince. 

He adjusts himself to his comfort, putting a soft pillow underneath his head and pulling Hermione’s colorful quilt off the armrest and covering his body. 

He waits until she’s walking back into the living room, her hair pulled into a messy bun, her wand holding it all together, and she’s changed into a pair of very flattering muggle jeans and another soft-looking cream-colored sweater. She slips on her white sneakers, which are by the door, and Draco’s just staring at her as she makes sure she has everything in her bag. 

She looks up to meet his eyes, and Draco tries not to react at being caught staring at her ass; she only smiles. 

“I’ll be back later, okay?” She says as she walks towards him, kissing his cheek goodbye. 

He nods, “I’ll make dinner. Does orange chicken sound good? I saw you left out chicken to thaw.” 

“Yes! That’s perfect!” 

She moves towards the fireplace, he admires her ass in those perfect muggle jeans again, and she turns back to look at him with a handful of floo powder. 

“That wasn’t weird, right?” Her insecurities are coming out. 

“It wasn’t weird,” he confirms with a wink. “Can’t wait ‘till you come home.” 

“Oh.” Once again, her cheeks flush with color, and he loves that she's so obvious. 

“I can’t wait either. See you later!” She rushes out as she trips into the fireplace, slamming down the floo powder and calling out for ‘12 Grimmauld Place’. 

In a flash of green flames, she’s gone. 

And Draco releases a loud sigh that he didn’t even realize he was holding in. 

The way he felt when he kissed her lips makes him shiver as he thinks about it. His fingertips touch his lips gently, the ghost of her lips still around his own. 

He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing as his thoughts consist of her lips and sweet scent. 

His cock is still fucking hard. 

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Hermione arrives home a couple of hours later with a fresh manicure and pedicure, along with a couple of shopping bags. She walks through the floo, looking around their shared flat, and her heart softens a little when she notices that Draco is still asleep on their couch. 

He’s turned on his side now, and he’s moved the pillow from the back of his head into his chest, embracing it tightly, and the multicolored quilt that Molly had handsewn for her back in their Hogwarts days was wrapped around him loosely. 

His lips are parted slightly, and soft snores fill the quiet room. 

Hermione smiles at the sight. He must have been so tired after quidditch practice this morning. She slowly makes her way into her bedroom, setting down her bags, and kicks off her sneakers. 

She decides to take a quick shower to wash away the day. 

After her shower, she lathers up on her favorite vanilla-scented body lotion and applies a wizarding potion into her hair for her curls. Her hair is already so long. She’s been debating on cutting it for a while now, but she might wait until next summer. She twirls her curls loosely around her wand, muttering a charm to dry them, and then slips her massive locks into a bun with her wand holding it all together. 

She walks into her bedroom, opens her intimate drawer, and bites her bottom lip as she thinks. 

Should she go comfy with some boxer shorts, or should she be optimistic to think something’s going to happen tonight and wear something sexy? 

She grins as she grabs a pair of emerald-green lace underwear and a matching lace bra. 

Optimistic it is. 

She slips on her undergarments, a pair of comfy sleep shorts, and one of Draco’s T-shirts that she has lying around. She makes her way into the kitchen in her fuzzy slippers. 

She switches on their tiny Muggle radio and sets it to her favorite channel, on low volume, while she starts making dinner. 

Draco said something about orange chicken earlier, and she knows it’s his turn to cook tonight, but he looks too adorable to wake up. And she doesn’t mind cooking. Truthfully, she prefers it. It’s always given her peace of mind, and her hands usually take over pretty quickly.

She takes out all the ingredients for homemade orange chicken. She still uses a recipe that one of Blaise's stepdads had taught her many years ago when they spent a summer weekend up in Italy. 

His name was Andrew, and he was of Asian descent; he made the best authentic food. Additionally, he enjoyed teaching anyone who would listen. 

Hermione spent the entire weekend learning from him, and his orange chicken recipe remains her favorite, maybe because it was reasonably easy to make without the use of magic. 

By the following summer, Andrew had suddenly passed away from an unexpected illness. Just like all of the other husbands of Mrs. Zabini, she knew better than to question any of it. 

She’s already finishing up the orange chicken, and as she waits for her white rice to be done, she hears a groan from the living room. 

She steps up to the marble island counter to peek at Draco, who is now sitting down on the couch, rubbing his sleepy eyes. 

“Have a good nap?” She teases with a smile as Draco’s head snaps towards her. He grins lazily. He stretches his arms over his head and stands up to stretch the rest of his body. 

Hermione tries not to ogle him when his shirt rides up and shows off a small patch of white-blonde hair and a deep-set V line that runs into his joggers. She allows herself a small delicacy of ogling. 

“Like what you see?” Draco’s husky voice sends a thrill down her spine as she jumps slightly, snapping out of her thoughts. She has the decency to even flush at being caught, but she wasn’t necessarily hiding it. 

She ignores his comment with a roll of her eyes, “Food is almost ready.” She turns to check on her orange chicken, satisfied with the way it looks. She then turns off the heat and waits for her rice. 

She hears snorting behind her and the drawl of Draco’s voice, “I’m going to freshen up.” 

Hermione focuses on putting together their dinner as she tries not to imagine the way Draco is freshening up in his bathroom. 

She plates their dinners up in bowls, pours some ice water into glasses, and makes some bubble tea for them. She makes brown sugar milk tea for herself and a horchata milk tea for Draco. 

She sets everything up for them on the island counter, next to each other, and casts a warming charm on their food as she waits for Draco. 

She soon hears his bedroom door open. She turns to look down the hallway, and her mouth waters at the sight. 

Draco comes walking down the hall, barefoot, with a fresh pair of gray joggers and an old Hogwarts shirt that’s now sporting cut-off sleeves that show off his exceptionally toned arms and a little bit of his pecks. Quidditch practice has given his pale skin a slight glow. His hair is still wet from his shower, messy against his head, and she silently adores that she’s probably the only one he allows himself to be this comfortable with. 

He sits down next to her, giving off the scent of mahogany apples, and he swiftly kisses her cheek. “Thanks for making dinner tonight. I know it was my turn to cook, but I forgot to set an alarm after you left.” He looks at the food gratefully, “This looks amazing. Thank you, ‘Min.”

“Of course, don’t even worry. You know I love to cook,” she reassures him as they both start digging in. She appreciates the moans of approval from Draco and the way he’s already getting seconds before she can even make a dent in her bowl. 

Conversation comes easy with them. She tells him all about her shopping trip with Ginny, the beautiful shiny black dress they had found for her, and she shows off her new nails. 

Emerald green almond-shaped nails. 

“Mmm, beautiful color on a beautiful woman.” 

Draco doesn’t miss the way her cheeks tint at his compliment. 

Once they’re done, Draco tells her to unwind with a glass of her favorite elf wine while he cleans the kitchen. 

She starts to protest, but Draco tsks at her with a stern glare. 

Hermione, of course, rolls her eyes and strolls off into the living room with her glass of wine that he poured for her. She settles into the couch, pulling her most recent read from the coffee table and into her lap, and dives in. 

Draco watches her as he tidies up the kitchen. Using magic to wash the dishes, then dry them and put them away. He hand-cleans the stove and the island countertops. 

But he continues to watch Hermione. Watching the way she sips on her wine while she simultaneously reads her book. Admiring the way her eyebrows scrunch together or the way she stifles out a low gasp. 

Draco was against this entire friends-with-benefits thing this morning, but he’d be lying if he said he isn't achingly hard right now just by looking at her. 

He lets out a slow exhale, trying to ease his nerves as his hands shake a little. 

Salazar, he doesn’t think he was even this nervous when he lost his virginity to Pansy Parkinson back in his sixth year. 

But this isn’t just any girl. Not just someone who helps him get his cock wet and whose bed he will leave right after. Wait… is he supposed to leave her bed after? 

What if they go to his bed instead? Is he supposed to just kick her out of his room? No way. 

She’s also not just some girl he’s met at the pub or a simple one-time date as he usually does. 

Draco hasn’t even had sex regularly with one witch since Astoria, which is surprising in itself. 

Astoria was a beautiful girl. Long raven-colored hair with beaming electric blue eyes, a strikingly white complexion, and a wicked body. 

But like Hermione had reminded him earlier, after a couple of regular shags, she was planning a wedding. Too much, way too soon for him. 

She was a sweet girl, but Draco couldn't handle all that. 

Draco ended their little arrangement soon after. 

That’s partly why he hadn’t been with anybody else since. Plus, Quidditch season was about to start soon, and he’d begin traveling again. His left hand was sufficient enough to give him the satisfaction he craved. He wasn’t too picky. If he managed to sneak in a quick fuck with any of his past conquests in the area he was staying in, he wouldn’t dare say no. 

As soon as the dishes are put away and he’s done cleaning the countertops, he washes his hands and makes his way to Hermione. He sits down next to her, smirking to himself when he sees the way Hermione bites her lip but doesn’t look up at him. 

Draco spreads his legs wide and reaches over to grab her book. He slips in her bookmark, and she’s gaping at him already. 

“I wasn’t done with that,” she snaps, a teasing grin forming on her pretty pink lips. 

“I have something you might enjoy more than that,” he remarks back at her as he reaches over to grab her by her waist, pulling her smoothly into his lap, and the quilt she loves slips off her body and onto the floor. 

Hermione’s breathing hitches once she lands on his lap, and he knows she can feel how hard he is underneath her. 

Her amber eyes go wide with anticipation, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips, and he tilts his hips up just a smidge to see how she reacts. She gasps as her hands fly to his shoulders to steady herself, and his own hands move to settle in the small of her backside. 

“Is this okay?” 

“More than okay,” she answers back quickly, her nails caressing his neck softly, which sends goosebumps down his spine. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he murmurs as one of his hands goes to the top of her bun, pulling out her wand, which allows her curls to fall down her back, and his hand moves towards one of his favorite spots. Her curls wrap themselves around his fingers as if they're trying to hold him in place while her wand falls onto the cushion next to them. 

“Okay,” she whispers as her eyelashes flutter shut, and their mouths meet in the middle. 

At first, a part of Draco had been worried that it wouldn’t feel like the first kiss. Like earlier. But somehow, the second kiss is far better than the first. 

The feeling of electricity that runs through his body makes him pull Hermione’s face deeper into him, a low moan escaping from her throat and flourishing into his mouth. 

He groans in return as her arms wrap around his neck, her chest slamming into his own, his hand on her waist gripping her into him even closer, and he can feel his cock throbbing in want. 

Suddenly, Hermione is pulling away from his lips, and he’s following her as she moves back. His mouth opens, his lips swollen, and he’s about to ask her what’s wrong when she smirks at him. 

She’s leaning back as her hands move from his neck down to the bottom of her shirt, well, his shirt, better yet said, and she’s tugging it off her body, revealing an incredibly sexy emerald green lace bra.  

Her tits are coming out from the emerald-colored cups, looking full and plush. All he wants to do is knead one in his hands. He doesn’t even think twice about it when he slips his hand from her waist and up towards her bra. His fingers snap the clip open with such ease that Hermione’s gaping at him, and her bra straps fall off her shoulders. 

“Did you seriously just snap my bra off with one hand?” 

“Of course I did,” he murmurs with a smirk as he slips his hand back to the lowest part of her waist, pushing her towards him, and his mouth is soon where he wants it to be. He wraps his lips around her nipples, sucking them softly and teasing her with his tongue. 

He nibbles on them gently, his eyes watching her every move. He sucks on one when he notices her breathing quiver. Her hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin so sweetly. She starts moving her hips against his center gently as if she’s testing out the waters. 

He grabs one of her hands, not pulling away from her breasts as her eyes snap open to look at him, and he sets her hand down in between them. Right on his cock. He grips her hand over his cock, “Feel me. I want you to see how hard I am because of you,” he whispers underneath her, licking her breasts up to her neck where he sucks a small love bite against her collarbone, and he can feel her shudder above him. 

He moves his hand back to knead her other breast as her hand still hovers above his cock. He thrusts up, gently, trying to let her know it’s okay. 

Touch me, he begs.  

Hermione’s hand slowly grips his length over his joggers. She gasps slightly as she feels his actual size, even if it’s over his clothing. He’s throbbing—all for her. 

Draco wraps his arms around Hermione’s waist; in a swift movement, he stands up, hauling her legs up, and his hands settle underneath her bottom. His fingers spread around her soft skin, digging in gently.

Her hand leaves his cock, moving to stabilize herself against his shoulders, and she locks eyes with her. Her amber eyes are burning with desire, and he can’t wait to feel how wet she is for him. 

Hermione pulls his face back to hers as he’s walking. Her sudden movement makes him crash their bodies into the hallway wall, making them both groan as she crashes their lips together once more, and he kisses her like he’s trying to make up for lost time. 

Draco tries to touch her skin underneath her shorts, but Merlin, why is there so much clothing? 

He stops kissing her sweet, teasing lips for a second. He’s a bloody wizard. And a magnificent one at that! He pecks her lips before performing a wordless spell to rid them of their clothing. 

Hermione gasps loudly, her eyes opening and going wide as she looks down to see their naked bodies touching, “Did you just perform a wordless spell to take off our clothes?” 

“Of course,” he kisses her neck, “Because I wanted to be able to do this.” He whispers as he slides one of his hands to her core. Two of his fingers slip into her warm heat so skillfully as her tight walls clench around his fingers from the intrusion. The sound her cunt makes from being wet is music to his ears. 

Hermione’s eyes roll back, her hips tilting upwards, “Oh f-fuck!” She can feel his hard cock against her thigh. The want is becoming desperation as her clit throbs. “Take me to bed, please. Please, Draco. I need you.”  

She gasps as he starts fucking her with his fingers, stretching her as he moves them into his bedroom. She moves to lick his neck as he does this. She kisses him with an open mouth and sucks a bite onto his chest. 

The smell of mahogany apples fills her senses as Draco sets them down on his dark blue bed sheets. Her ass on the edge of his bed with her legs hanging over. 

All she sees and feels is Draco.

Draco. Draco. Draco. 

Hermione’s heart is beating wildly inside of her chest, and she wonders if he can hear it. If he can feel it against his own. 

She adjusts herself onto his bed as Draco doesn’t stop fucking her with his fingers. He inserts a third one, and a loud whimper releases from her throat. She sits up on her forearms to look down at him as he begins to move. 

She’s about to speak when she sees him hover above her cunt. Draco licks his lips like a man starved seeing a platter of delicious foods and drinks, “You’re a fucking sight, Hermione Granger.” 

Draco is talking without even thinking as he sets his eyes, for the first time, on Hermione’s glistening cunt. Looking so pretty and calling his name. 

He moves down to his knees, and his mouth is soon on her core. His fingers moving along with his tongue, he moves it down her soaked folds, licking her there, and sliding his mouth towards her clit. 

“Oh!” He hears Hermione yell above him, her chest moving up and down rapidly, her head tilted back as she whines. 

He sucks her clit into his mouth, licking feverishly. He’s making sure this is good for her. He wants this to be good. The best she’s ever had. He needs it to be. He wants it to be. He’s fucking feral for her. 

“You’re fucking me up for anybody else,” he declares at her as he shifts his mouth away from her cunt, his fingers still working like magic inside of her. She looks down at him—all shining skin, flushing cheeks, and hazy eyes. 

She licks her lips with a smile, but she’s too out of it to even reply with her quick wit. Her eyes watch him as he eats her up with a look she’s never seen before.

Nobody has ever looked at her this way, she realizes. 

She feels her orgasm coming up rapidly. Her lower stomach begins to clench with the familiar, impending feeling. She starts rambling as she’s trying to reach her high. 

“Yes, yes! Right ther—“ Her toes start curling. 

“F-fuck me, Draco! Yes, lick—“ Her back arches up into the air, her hands intertwine in his blonde locks. Her thighs tighten around his face. She doesn’t realize how she’s pressing his face into her cunt, and he’s loving every second of it. 

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” 

No, Draco doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. He won’t stop. His mouth keeps going, his lips sucking on her clit while he finger fucks her. His cock is leaking and throbbing at its own accord. His orgasm is almost at its peak just by simply watching Hermione and making sure she’s feeling good. 

When was the last time he came untouched? He doesn’t think he’s ever done that. But the pretty perfect sight in front of him? It’s going to happen. And he doesn’t care if he’s starving for air and being suffocated by Hermione’s soft, lush thighs in the process. 

Hermione all but stills as her orgasm takes control of her, ringing in her ears. Her eyesight goes black with stars as she feels herself explode, and her cunt squirts juices into Draco’s mouth, which he only laps up with sucking motions. 

A loud yell comes out of her lips, “Sweet fucking Merlin!” Draco’s low, thundering moans on her clit make her entire body quiver. His silver eyes roll back, and she can feel him grinding into the mattress in front of him. His free hand slams on her thigh, squeezing roughly, and she yelps in pleasure and pain at the same time. One of her hands immediately moves on top of his, squeezing tightly in return. 

Her body slowly starts to unravel, relaxing into the sheets as her vision and hearing start coming back to her. She releases her thighs around Draco’s face when she realizes how hard she’s squeezing. She’s immediately overtaken with embarrassment. 

“Oh, Draco! Fuck, I’m—“ she’s about to apologize, hastily sitting up, and she looks down at Draco, and he’s gasping deeply for air. His chest is heaving, his skin flushed bright pink from his neck up to his cheeks, his lips are swollen, her juices are coating his upper lip and chin area, and she’s mortified. She’s never squirted before. “I’m—“ 

“Shhh,” he murmurs as he slips his fingers out of her cunt, soaking wet, and he licks one of them with a moan. “You taste so sweet. So fucking perfect.” 

Her mouth is open in surprise, and he takes advantage of it. He slips his finger into her mouth, one of the ones that was still covered by her fluids, and her mouth closes around it with no hesitation. He feels her warm tongue swivel around his finger, and she moans in the back of her throat. “You see what I mean?” He pulls his finger back, his hand moving to grip her chin as his thumb swipes at her bottom lip, and he bites his bottom lip. 

He moves to kiss her slowly, savoring her delicate mouth. His entire body feels extremely hot, and he needs to take a shower to cool down. He knows he can easily cast cooling charms and a simple scourgify. But something about a cold shower after amazing sex always puts him to bed quickly. 

He slips his arms around her waist, pulling into his chest once again while her legs wrap around his waist for the second time that night, and he makes his way into his bathroom. 

“Do you want me to finish you off?” She whispers into his mouth, her eyes opening to look at him with sincerity. 

She hasn’t even realized. 

Draco snickers as he sets her down on the marble floor. He steps back and looks down at his stomach. 

White spurts of his cum are splattered onto his pale skin, some of it coating the white hair he has running down his belly button, and Hermione’s eyes flash down and back up to him. 

She seems speechless. “You finished?” She questions, almost as if she can’t believe it. She runs her hands through her messy curls, and he notices the slight flush against her golden skin. 

“How could I not?” He leans down and pecks her lips before turning on the water, putting it in the middle so it isn’t too cold for her. 

“But— I mean, h-how?” She sputters out. 

“How did I come untouched and without needing anything in return?” He asks, smiling to himself before easing both of them into the shower. 

She’s nodding as she starts to mess with her hair in the water, pushing it back, and she’s already adjusting the water to be a little warmer. But he doesn’t even care. 

He does the same with his hair before he looks down at her. Shower water runs down his face, from his nose to his lips, and he can’t help but smile at how cute she looks soaking wet. 

“All I needed to finish was to make sure you did. That’s all,” he declares truthfully. He starts lathering her hair with his apple-scented shampoo. He likes the thought of her smelling like him. 

She takes over as he moves to do his hair. “Have you…” her voice is low and shy. “Has that ever happened before? You.. you coming untouched? Just by pleasing your partner?” She sounds curious, awestruck. 

He rinses off the shampoo, wiping it away from his face. He looks down at her. Her nose is covered with a small dab of fluffy shampoo. “Never. Only with you.” 

He doesn’t miss the tiny smile that forms on her lips before he turns around to grab his body wash. 

Silence surrounds them as they wash their bodies, and Draco tries not to overthink the fact that this isn’t just a random girl in the wash with him. 

It’s his best friend since his first year, Hermione. Hermione. Hermione. 

He tries not to let his eyes travel down her body as they face each other, but gods… the way she lathers herself with his body wash, soap spuds covering her beautiful skin, and Draco wonders why they’ve never done this before. He knows the truth that this is simply because Hermione wanted to have a ‘no strings attached’ relationship. 

She wanted to have sex with no commitment. 

A part of him, deep down that he doesn’t want to acknowledge knows that he’s always loved Hermione in a way that isn’t all ‘just friends.’ Part of the reason why he’s never acted on it is because she’s too important to him. 

And he’s wondering if he just made the biggest mistake of his life. He gives her a small smile as she glances up at him through her wet lashes. 

Hermione watches Draco, and her heart clenches inside of her chest. She looks down, turning slightly to get the water to her front area and actively avoiding looking at Draco’s softened cock. It still looks pretty fucking amazing at that. 

She rings out her hair and makes sure all the soap is gone once Draco turns off the water. Draco opens the glass door, reaches for a black towel, and hands it to her first. She thanks him quietly as she starts to dry her body, using her usual spell to dry her hair, and she steps out into the bathroom. 

Draco wordlessly charms a warming spell on her and continues drying himself off. 

Hermione slowly steps out into his room, then the hallway, and goes into her bedroom. She lets out a shaky exhale, hangs the towel on the chair next to the door, and slips on a pair of comfortable blue boxer shorts after she lathers up her skin with lotion. 

She finishes getting ready for bed, brushes her teeth, and applies her muggle eye cream. 

She tugs on an oversized sleep shirt and is about to get into her bed when she hears the door creak open. She lifts her head and sees Draco rubbing his bare arms and standing against the doorway in only a pair of plaid green pajama pants. 

“You okay?” She asks quickly, her eyebrows narrowing in concern. 

“I feel..” 

She waits for him to continue. 

“I feel a bit weird having you sleep in a different bed after we just…” a slight pink flush on his cheeks, “you know?” 

Hermione purses her lips, “I understand. Why don’t you sleep in here with me? It won’t be the first time we share a bed.” 

Draco looks at her and then at the bed. He seems to think about it for a moment before he walks over to his side, the side closest to the door, and they both get into the bed. 

Hermione fluffs up her pillow, Accio her wand from the living room, and makes sure to set it on the bedside table before lying down on her back. She brings up her yellow comforter with daisies on it and peeks to the side at Draco. 

He’s already turned on his side, facing her, one hand underneath his cheek, and the other lying next to it. 

“Goodnight, Draco.” She whispers as she leans over to kiss his cheek. Her kiss feels like fire on his skin. 

“Goodnight, Hermione.” He whispers back as she uses her wand to turn off the lights and flicks the shade of the window up. Allowing the moon to cast its glow inside. 

Draco can’t sleep.

Instead, he watches the way Hermione’s eyes flutter shut, her eyelashes kissing her skin, and her chest raising up and down slightly. 

His pulse is racing, and his fingers keep fidgeting. His throat is dry, and he has the overwhelming urge to call Theo, his other best friend, and vent. 

He doesn’t. 

He instead turns onto his back and looks up at Hermione’s glow-in-the-dark stars that she hung up the very first night she moved in with him. 

She even put up a constellation above her bed. 

His namesake, Draco, is looking right at him. 

He doesn’t want to think too hard about the implications. He closes his eyes reluctantly and begs the gods to allow sleep to take him in. 

He soon falls asleep to dreams of amber-colored skies and the vague feeling of soft skin against him. 

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Draco feels something tickling his nose, which causes his nose to twitch, and he slaps his face in his sleep—trying to get that feeling away from him. 

His body feels so heavy, but he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t the best sleep he’s had in a long time. He stretches his limbs in the bed, groaning as he hears a couple of pops, and lets his body go limp. 

He squeezes his left eye shut as he opens his right eye to look around. 

He doesn’t even realize the slight prickling he feels against his nose is none other than Hermione’s menace of a cat, Crookshanks. 

He’s a bundle of outrageous orange fur on top of his naked chest, purring against him, his tail laying directly against his neck and traveling up his nose. He rolls his eyes before he starts to pet the little monster. 

“He loves you,” he hears the other little monster whisper next to him. 

He bends his neck sideways, grinning sleepily as beauty enters his vision. “You’re up early,” he says, his morning voice raspy and deep.

The sun is barely starting to rise behind Hermione’s sheer baby blue curtains. 

She’s lying on her side, her arms tucked in front of her as her hands lay under her head. He can see her naked shoulders as the yellow bedding covers her chest, and her curls are hidden by her pink silk bonnet she always wears in bed. 

She’s captivating. 

A true vision of beauty and life. 

“I woke up a little bit before you did,” she teases right back, her hand shifting to rub Crooks's fur as well. Their fingers touch slightly as she does this, and he doesn’t miss the way a slight flush of pink sweeps over her cheeks. 

Her amber eyes trailing up his biceps until she meets his eyes, “What are your plans today?” 

“I have a game today, as you already know since you’re going to be wearing my jersey and cheering me on in my private box.” 

She rolls her eyes, smiling cheekily, “Okay, Mr. Big Shot. Are your parents going to this one?” 

He sighs, shaking his head, “Not this one. Mother has to join Father on a trip to Paris to donate a check to one of the Malfoy charities. You know how they are. Where one goes,” 

“The other follows,” she finishes for him, winking. “Oh, to be loved by a Malfoy man.” 

She giggles when he gives her a shocked look, “I love you, don’t I?” 

“It’s different, and you know it! You love me… like a sister.” 

He visibly flinches and gags, “I wouldn’t fuck my sister!” 

“Well, we haven’t fucked.”  

“Yet,” they both say, causing Draco to chuckle and Hermione to giggle. 

“Like a best friend,” she says casually as she sits down on the bed, wrapping the sheet over her torso. She tugs off her bonnet, which allows her curls to fall to her waist. He gets a whiff of her intoxicating shampoo, the sweet scent of lavender mixing with vanilla. 

“Is this you trying to tell me you want me to fuck you?” Draco murmurs as he gently pats Crooks to give him the hint to move off. Crooks unhurriedly moves his tiny head up to glance at him, his large, yellow eyes fixed unpleasantly on him. The little monster yawns widely before jumping off his chest. 

The newfound freedom allows Draco to tug Hermione’s naked body over his. She starts yelling dramatically, and he slips his hand under her neck to move his fingers into the back of her head, wrapping his fingers around her curls. She wraps her arms around his neck. Kissing his cheeks, his jaw, and his neck. 

He ignores the spur of warmth that floods his chest as her mouth soon meets his. Full, plush lips against his make his head rush. He locks his arms around her waist, her knees caging around him, and his palms cover the small of her back. 

He uses his fingertips to go up and down the curve of her spine, moaning when she grinds herself into him. 

He can’t help it when he arches his pelvis area upwards, groaning when she lets out the softest moan he’s ever heard come out of her mouth, and she sucks on his bottom lip. He can already feel his blood rushing to his cock. 

“You better stop if you don’t want this to go any farther,” he mumbles into her mouth, kissing her slowly, tasting every inch of her. 

“We’ve been messing around for weeks now. What if I want it to go farther? What if it’s my way to wish you good luck tonight?” She whispers, her forehead touching his, her lashes kissing his cheeks, and they both smile simultaneously. 

“You sure? Like this?” He asks her. He starts sliding his hand down the curve of her ass, moving in between her thighs. She nods as her breathing hitches when he slips a finger between her folds, groaning when he feels how wet she is, “You’re already wet, baby. I don’t think I even need to get you ready.” 

Hermione shakes her head. Her pupils are blown. She bites her bottom lip, “I need you, Draco. Please,” she begs him. She reaches down between them and wraps her hand around his length. 

He throbs in her hold, and he inhales deeply, “Fuck, Hermione.” 

She moves her hand up and down his cock, thumbing his tip to gather the pre-cum that has leaked from his tip, she uses it to rub it down the head, and the way she’s slowly giving him a hand job makes his toes curl in pleasure. 

He adjusts his body, spreading out his thighs a bit as she settles herself above him. Hermione sits up, straddling him with ease, one hand holding herself up on his chest, the other holding his cock steady. She uses her thighs to lift herself. His hands grip her slim waist as she hovers over him. 

“This is the first time we have sex,” he sputters out, his heart beating wildly inside of his chest, his eyes locking with hers. She smiles seductively, her curls framing her heart-shaped face as her freckles glitter in the sunlight. 

“It’s everything I could have dreamed of, and you’re not even inside of me yet,” she whispers as she slides his cock between her folds, soaking up her juices. He can feel how warm she is. 

He tightens his grip around her waist, holding her steady; he groans when he feels the tip of his cock slips into her cunt, the way she sucks him into her. He’s engulfed in her heat. 

He’s overtaken by her; magic flows out of him, encapsulating Hermione with it; she breathes it in deeply, her cheeks and chest flushing bright red with it. 

“I can feel you all around me,” she moans out, high on his magic. “It feels… It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before,” she whines out as she slowly lowers herself onto him, his cock hardening even more inside of her. Inch by inch, she tightens her walls around him desperately as she sits on his cock—she’s the perfect fit for him.

“You’re taking me so well,” he moans out, his hands sliding up her waist, palming her tits. “That’s it, baby.” One of his hands lowers to her stomach, and he presses against himself inside of her.

She throws her head back as she starts to bounce on his cock, not even allowing herself to adjust to him. She simply starts fucking him with no second thought. 

He slides his hands over her curves, pinching her nipples, “You feel so fucking good,” he groans. He opens his thighs more as he starts to follow her movements. His thighs are burning, but she looks too good to move. She’s everything he’s ever dreamed of—everything he’s ever wanted.

He glances down at where they are joined; he can see the way he’s slipping in and out of her cunt, the way her juices are coating his pelvic area; he slides his hands back down to grip his arsecheeks to help move her. 

The witch gasps at the new angle, “Oh—fuck, Draco! This is, fuck!” 

Draco continues to use this new angle to fuck her deeper, he shuffles to set his feet flat on the bed to have more momentum, and he doesn’t hesitate to flip them over. 

His body covers her tenfold, her head falling onto the pillow lightly as he sets her down. He presses his lips against hers, kissing her deeply as he adjusts himself. He wraps his wrist around her ankle to help her maneuver it over his shoulder, and he slides into her once again. 

The brunette witch arches her back into his chest, her nails raking down his back as she grabs his ass in return, and Draco oddly doesn’t mind it. Their eyes lock together as he sinks into her slowly.

Instead, he bites down on her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth as he continues to fuck her. 

He increases his speed gradually, and the sounds of his cock and her cunt meeting together fill the room. He kisses her lips once more before he slides down her neck, licking the curve of her shoulder as he tastes the saltiness of her sweat, and the witch clenches around him. 

She’s touching him everywhere and kissing him anywhere her lips can reach. She even manages to leave a love bite on his collarbone. She dips her tongue around his earlobe, “Oh fuck, oh, fuck! You’re so big, Draco. I feel so full,” she breathes into his ear, her hands still gripping his bottom. 

Her words only fuel him. He needs her desperately. He needs her the way he needs air, “Fuck, baby. If you keep talking like that, I won’t last much longer,” he pleads with her, moving to kiss and suck on her nipples. Admiring the way her skin breaks out into goosebumps. 

Draco doesn’t even realize when he slowed down, but he’s not fucking her the way he usually fucks. He’s setting into a steady rhythm, his hips rolling into her as she shifts her leg from his neck back down to his waist and wraps them around him. 

He’s thrusting into her deeply, he swears he can feel the top of her cunt, and she’s whimpering around him, a coat of sweat covering their bodies, and everything about this feels different. 

This isn’t just a casual fuck, nothing like what they had agreed on, but was this ever only going to be ‘no strings attached’? 

How could it ever be like that with his gorgeous, exceptional best friend? 

He doesn’t know when he stopped fucking her and started making love to her, but he wouldn’t change it. Her hands are gentle on his face, holding him as they kiss passionately, their kisses are hungry, but everything feels comforting, tender, and fucking fantastic. 

He can feel her tightening around him, “Are you close, baby? Do you need me to touch you to get you there?” 

Hermione’s eyelashes flutter against his skin. “No,” she breathes out. “Not this time. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m so close,” she begs him as one of her hands moves to cup the back of his neck. Brushing their lips together again, enclosing them into each other. 

His lower stomach is coiling together, the tension building up as he feels fire spreading throughout his skin, “I’m so close, sweetheart.” 

She moans in response as she grinds her hips into him as he does the same, savoring him, enjoying how much he feels around him, “Come with me,” she pleads, her body trembling as she breathes him in. “Come in me,” she begs, and that sends him into oblivion. 

“I’m about to come,” he whispers back, his legs twitching and shuddering as his cock throbs inside of her, and her walls grip him into her. Her walls flutter around his cock, spasming and contracting as his hips start to jerk inside of her, “Come, Hermione.” 

Electricity floods between them as the tension snaps. 

Her amber eyes roll back as she gasps deeply, her legs tightening around him as his cock empties itself inside of her. She clenches around him as her orgasm overcomes her, her entire body vibrating with her release, and Draco’s vision starts to blur from the sheer power of his orgasm. 

Shockwaves grip his body as he lets her cunt milk every last drop of his cum. She chokes back a sob as his breathing shatters above her. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he brushes his lips over hers, kissing her gently, “Such a good girl, I’ve wanted this for so long.” 

She falls limp into the bed, her legs spread open. He holds himself steady over her, trying to hold his weight. 

“That was amazing,” she purrs out, praising him as she kisses him back, “God, that was amazing.” 

He slowly slips himself out of her, his cock still hard, but gradually softening as he plops down beside her, breathing deeply as he intertwines their hands together. 

“How was that for wishing you good luck?”

He bursts out in a deep laugh, shaking his head as he wraps his arm around his shoulders, pulling her into him as she giggles into his chest. 

“Perfect fucking way to wish me good luck, you little menace.” 

Hermione watches with anticipation, more so anxiety, as her hand death grips Ginny’s hand. Ignoring Ginny’s painful yelps when Hermione grips too tight when Draco takes off at an incredible speed. 

“You seem awfully worried about your boyfriend,” her best friend purrs out, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. 

Her eyes snap towards Ginny’s wide, doe brown eyes for a second before putting her attention back on Draco. 

“He is not my boyfriend. Shut up! I’m just nervous.” 

Hermione also ignores the sounds of face sucking between Pansy and Luna next to her, she rolls her eyes at the overly aggressive PDA couple, and she lets out a piercing yell when Draco almost gets shoved off his broom by an ugly, squishy-faced beater from the Pride of Portree team. 

“Get off of him, you freak!!!” 

“Jeez, Granger. Take it easy. I bet your boyfriend can hear you all the way from here,” Pansy drawls out, wiping the corners of her red-stained lips with a smirk as Luna just grins at them with her whimsical-looking demeanor. 

Hermione ignores her comment, again, and she continues to stare at the beater chasing Draco as he chases the snitch. 

“I have a bad feeling,” she mutters, her hand moving to tug out her wand from her inner boot pocket. She has an unnerving feeling boiling in her lower gut, and she’s never been one to shy away from a gut feeling. 

This catches Pansy’s attention, as Hermione isn’t one to announce her uneasy feelings on a whim, “What do you mean, Hermione?” 

Hermione releases Ginny’s hand as she automatically stands up when the same beater is chasing after Draco again. 

Theo, Draco’s other best friend, notices Hermione anxiously watching with her wand ready, and he slides between her and Ginny, “What’s going on, Hermione?” 

“I’ve already asked, but she’s too concentrated. I think it has something to do with that beater that keeps chasing—-“ 

Pansy’s words are cut off when they all freeze when the beater slams into Draco at full force, his broom smashing against Draco’s, but the beater slams his elbow onto Draco’s head roughly, and Hermione knows it’s happening before it does. 

She gasps loudly, fear creeping into every inch of her bones as she watches Draco slip off his broom and start to fall from seventy feet in the air. 

Everything slows down. 

“Draco!!” She cries out as she hits the railing of the stadium box, her eyes scanning the pitch for their friend and his teammate, but Harry is too far. He’s at the other end of the pitch. 

Hermione can hear all of their friends screaming and crying out; the sounds of the crowd are similar, and she’s rushing to point her wand at her best friend, “Arresto Momentum!!” 

She screams out the charm, the blue hue of her spell cascading outwards, and it reaches Draco, but he’s falling too fast in the air. Her spell can barely slow him down, and she can see Harry racing to try and reach him, but he won’t get to him in time. 

Before she knows it, Draco Malfoy, seeker of the Falmouth Falcons, her best friend, her.. her lover. 

The man she loves. The man she's in love with falls and slams into the quidditch field. 

His body is bouncing up from the force, and she can see the blood from here, pooling around his head. She lets out a strangling scream, tears falling down her face at an insane pace as she clutches her wand to her chest. 

Theo is suddenly wrapping his arms around her, shoving her face into her chest, trying to get her not to see the aftermath of what’s going on, and she can’t stop crying. She’s struggling to breathe as she sobs. 

“He’s going to be o-okay, Hermione. The healers are with him now. He’s going to be okay. He’s going to be okay,” Theo whispers to her, making false promises, and she can’t do anything but cry into his chest, shaking her head as the images of him falling off his broom replay in her head over and over again. 

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Hermione hadn’t been able to stop crying. It’s been hours, approximately forty-six hours since the accident, and yet she is still crying. Her pain-wrenched sobs slowly trickled down to slow sobs, but her heart kept swelling up in pain, and the tears were just never-ending.

She couldn’t help it. Her heart was physically aching inside of her chest every time she looked at Draco, who was put into a magically induced coma for twenty-four hours. 

They lifted it twenty-two hours ago, and he still hadn’t woken up. 

Their friend, Blaise, was one of Draco’s healers, the Lead Healer on the case. He worked in the area of the hospital that was suited as an ‘emergency room’ as it was for muggles. He was at Draco’s side immediately. He hadn’t been able to make it to the game due to working a double shift, and thankfully, he ended up being here. Hermione was a mess. They all were. 

Hermione had managed to stop crying long enough to floo-call Narcissa and Lucius, who immediately secured a portkey back to London. Narcissa sat by Draco’s side until Lucius convinced her to allow him to take her home and rest. Hermione promised she’d call them immediately if anything changed. 

Hermione sat by his side since he stabilized. 

She hadn’t let go of his hand. 

Her mind couldn’t stop replaying the incident over and over again. 

Blaise had sat with the entire friend group once he had his trusted Healers taking care of Draco, and the worst of it was over with. 

He had explained to them that Draco had suffered from a skull fracture, brain hemorrhage, an incredible amount of blood loss, and a couple of broken bones. He ended up breaking his right forearm, dislocated his left shoulder, and two broken ribs. 

She couldn’t even begin to imagine the number of potions they had to shove down his throat. The amount of pain he was in, she prayed to the gods above that he didn't feel anything. 

Ginny and Theo had sat on either side of her, clutching her hand in theirs like a lifeline as they all listened intently. Pansy was crying into Luna’s arms. Daphne was pacing up and down the small area they had gathered in. Ron attempted to try and stop her, but she could only shake her head and bite her nails. 

Draco’s teammates, including Harry, were all still in their quidditch uniforms, waiting intently with them until they knew he was out of the dark. Hermione could tell that Harry felt guilty for not reaching him in time; he was one of their closest friends, her brother, and she knew him well enough to know he was wallowing in self-guilt. 

She held him in her arms after Blaise had spoken to them, the shaking of his shoulders letting her know he was crying, and then Ginny held him until he stopped. 

“Blaise,” Hermione comments, “Can I ask you something?” She picks up one of the coffee cups Theo had managed to get; her throat is raw, and her eyes are burning. 

Blaise’s warm, toffee-colored eyes soften when he looks down at her; he nods and moves them to a more private area, away from the group, his lime-green robes swishing as he moves. “What can I help you with, Hermione?” 

She nibbles on her bottom lip, clearing her throat a bit, “Is he… Is he going to be alright?” She chokes out, her lips wobbling. She’s trembling again. “I didn’t.. I’m not a healer, so I don’t know much, but I-I do know some simple things, and I know h-he fell so high up,” she cries out, “I just. Will he remember what happened? Is he going to suffer from any memory loss? I-I want to be prepared for wh—“

Blaise stops her rambling by pulling her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, and he caresses her hair, something everybody knows she loves, and she breaks down in his hold. Her coffee drops to the floor as her body goes limp around him, her arms clutching to his robes to hold herself steady, and he can only hold her as she cries. 

“Hermione,” he begins, still holding her in his arms, “I can’t answer that question until he wakes up.” 

Everything Blaise said after that sentence was a disarray of jumbled words in Hermione’s brain. 

Now, as she sits next to Draco’s bed, all she can do is wait. 

Waiting for him to wake up. Wait for any sign of movement. Any sign of him. 

His hands are cold in hers. His long fingers in her palm won’t get warm, no matter how many warming charms she cast on him. He’s always cold, always complaining that she’s a furnace whenever they cuddle; she lets out a watery chuckle at the memory. 

She sniffles slightly, using the sleeve of her— his sweater to wipe away her tears. His sweater hangs oversized over her body, but she doesn’t even care. She needs his comfort. She needs him to wake up. 

The sound of the hospital room door opening makes her head snap towards it. The unmistakable red hair of her best friend as she walks quietly makes her heart leap. She’s holding a glass vase filled with yellow roses and a couple of blue balloons that read, “Get well soon!” 

Hermione’s eyes water once again as she watches Ginny set down her purse on the bedside table and then place the flowers next to the rest of the vases. She doesn’t think any more flowers will fit by the end of the day. 

Ginny pulls an extra chair next to her and immediately pulls her into her arms. The brunette witch doesn’t hesitate to release her emotions to her best friend. 

The smell of cinnamon and firewood sent comfort down her bones.  

She hugs her tightly as Ginny caresses her hair, murmuring sweet nothings and casting warning charms over her body until she’s satisfied. 

“He’s going to be okay,” Ginny whispers, her voice watery.

“Then why hasn’t he woken up yet?” Hermione chokes out, pulling away from Ginny to wipe away her tear-soaked cheeks. Her nose feels awful and raw. She doesn’t even know how she still has enough water in her body to keep producing tears.  

Ginny doesn’t reply. Her eyes are sad. She clasps her hand into Hermione’s and sits next to her. Providing her comfort and a person to lean on as they sit next to Draco. 

Hermione moves her free hand to hold Draco’s, hoping for any sign of movement, but all she can do is wait. 

Hermione doesn’t remember falling asleep. Her neck is hurting a tiny bit, and she realizes someone has moved her from the chair next to Draco’s’ bed to the sofa on his left-hand side. 

She immediately sits up in her spot, wiping her sleepy and tired eyes with her fingers, and she tugs the blanket she has over her body up with her. She focuses her eyes on Draco, and she freezes when she sees that he’s already staring at her. 

Her heart skips a beat as she rushes to his side. Tripping on the blanket, she tosses it down to the floor. But she doesn’t care that she bumps into everything in her path. All she cares about is getting to him. Her flailing arms wrap around his shoulders, hugging him. Her hands cup his head, “Oh, Draco! When did you wake up?” 

Draco hugs her back but pulls away from her, his stormy eyes staring straight into her soul, “Hi,” he breathes out, “I’m sorry, who are you?” 

Her heart drops down to her stomach, her eyes watering with unshed tears as she lets out a choking sob before Draco's face goes from confused to smiling widely, “I’m just kidd—“

She doesn’t let him finish his sentence before she’s kissing him, “You’re such a dick!” She mutters between the pecks of kisses she gives him. 

“I’m sorry! I’ve just always seen that happen in your sappy muggle movies. I had to do it,” he laughs out, his beautiful face looking full of line, his regular coloring finally back, and she places a hand on his cheek. 

“When did you wake up?” Her eyes dance across his face, checking for any hint of pain or discomfort. She sits on the edge of his bed, but she doesn’t let him go.

He settles back into his pillow, making sure the head of the hospital bed is already up, “About thirty minutes before you did. I thought I was alone, but then I saw you bundle up on the sofa. How long have you been here?” 

She gives him a soft smile, “I.. I’ve only gone home to shower and change in the past seventy-two hours.” 

His eyes widen a bit, “I’ve been out that long?” He frowns as he hovers his hand over his head, over the spot where he was bleeding from.  

“You gave us quite a fright,” she whispers, caressing his cheek with her thumb. “I was so scared,” she admits, not hiding the vulnerability showing in her tone of voice. 

Draco sets his hand over hers, “I can only imagine. I don’t even…” he shakes his head as he gulps, “I can’t imagine being in your position and you being the one in this bed. I’d go insane.” 

She lets out an exhale through her nose, “I almost did. Our friends and family kept me sane. I thought I… I wasn’t sure if you were going to wake up. I was…” She frowns, her lower lip wavering. 

The blonde wizard doesn’t hesitate to pull her into his chest, his heartbeat loud in her ear, “I’m okay,” he confirms, rubbing her scalp with his fingers, “I’m in a little pain, but I’m going to be okay.” 

“On the bright side, that stupid ugly mug of a beater got banned from the Quidditch league, and the Aurors are starting an investigation on him because apparently this isn’t his first time being rough on the pitch.”

His laugh trembles deep in his chest. She smiles at the familiar feeling. His heartbeat was loud in her ears. She settles into him before she grabs her wand from her pocket. She casts a quick patronus, her silvery otter floating and waiting for her request.

“Find Narcissa and Lucius, tell them Draco is awake. Then, find Harry and tell him the same. He will tell the others.”

Her otter bows his head before wisping away.

Draco sighs, “How was mother? Hysterical?”

“You can imagine. She was sobbing, I was sobbing, Lucius was a mess. I’m so glad you’re okay, Draco.” She sighs, her hand falling into his easily. “I don’t want to ever feel that way again. I was so scared,” she admits, her voice wavering.

“Look at me.”

She shuffles to face him. His hands move to hold her face steady, his silver eyes bright against the redness around his eyes, “I’m so sorry for scaring you like that, baby.” His voice cracks, and Hermione breaks.

Baby.

Soft cries escape her lips, tears falling rapidly down her cheeks, “Don’t apologize,” she gasps, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know that,” he says, rubbing away her tears, “But I hate that you’re in so much pain because of me, ‘Min.”

“You’re my best friend,” she cries out, her eyebrows scrunching together. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” She grips his hands on her face, squeezing him like a lifeline. “I don’t ever want to live without you, Draco.”

His eyes soften, “You won’t. Not ever. I lo—”

The door to the room slams open, causing them to jump apart. Narcissa is flying towards Draco, her rose-colored robes swishing as she runs, and Hermione stands up quickly before his mom lands in the bed, her arms wrapping around her only child.

“My sweet boy, my darling, I’m so happy you’re awake!” Narcissa sobs in Draco’s arms as he runs his hands down her blonde hair, which is surprisingly loose and down her back, and she knows they must have rushed down here.

Lucius follows closely behind his wife, giving Hermione a kind smile. “Hermione, dear, thank you for calling us,” he says gratefully before walking to Draco, the matching silver eyes of the man she loves. He stands behind Narcissa, and he bends down, placing a kiss on Draco’s forehead. Inhaling his scent, Hermione can see his shoulders relaxing, “Son, I’m glad to see you’re awake and well.”

Draco doesn’t hide his tears as he closes his eyes while holding his mother, “Thank you, father.”

Hermione silently excuses herself to give them a moment to spend together. She closes the door quickly and cleans her face, whispering charms to freshen herself up. She ties her curls up with her wand.

She turns on her feet when she hears another pair of running feet. Theo and Pansy are running towards her, both of them in mismatched clothing but holding hands. Luna isn’t far behind, with the others trailing behind them.

Pansy’s eyes are watering, “He’s awake? Is he okay?”

Hermione pulls both of them into her arms, holding them tightly, “He’s awake. He’s okay,” she reassures them. “Narcissa and Lucius are in there right now. I came out here to give them some privacy.”

“Oh, thank you, Merlin,” Theo breathes out, glancing up to the ceiling and whispering silently.

“How is he doing?” Pansy asks, shoving away her wavy black hair. She must have just woken up since her face is also bare.

Hermione tries her best to smile at her, “H-he’s okay. He says he’s in a little bit of pain, but he’s okay. He’s okay. He’s a-alive.”

Pansy coo’s her before wrapping her arms around Hermione’s shoulders and tugging her back into her embrace, “He’s alive. He’s okay, babe. He’s still here. He’s okay.”

Draco’s homecoming happens two days later. It wasn't until Blaise felt well enough that Draco would be okay at home without twenty-four-hour monitoring. Hermione swore she’d be the best nurse he’s ever had. She won’t say what Draco said aloud. Ever.

Hermione floats between their small apartment, keeping an eye on Draco, who is sitting in the middle of the couch, his parents on either side. Narcissa hasn’t let him be alone yet. And Draco, the mama’s boy he was, won’t deny his mother anything.

She catches his eye as she speaks to Theo across the room. It’s almost as if time stops; everything around them freezes. He gives her a small smile, one she returns sweetly.

“When are you two going to make it official?”

Her amber eyes snap to Theo. His emerald eyes twinkle. She crosses her arms with a shake of her head, “What do you know?”

He rolls his eyes, “We all know. We’ve had a bet going on for years, Hermione.”

“Really?” She perks up, eyeing all of their closest friends suspiciously, “Who’s winning?”

“Me, obviously. Do you really have to ask?”

The flat is quiet. Peaceful.

The only sound is Hermione helping Draco to his bedroom, holding onto his hip. His body leans onto her, and they stop in front of his door.

She can smell his apple-scented shampoo. She can hear his heartbeat if she listens closely. She can feel his magic surrounding her. His raw, powerful, magical signature hovers over her.

She holds her hands on his waist, turning to look up at him, “How are your ribs?”

His mouth lifts up, “A little sore.”

“Your head? Arm?”

“I’m okay, Hermione.” He presses his lips against her forehead, “I’m okay. I promise. I’m here.”

She nods, tilting her head into his chest. She’s about to turn to her room, but his hand slips into hers.

“Come,” he whispers, tugging her into his room gently.

It’s dark. The only sound is their footsteps.

She faces him as he watches her. She slides off her burnt orange sweater. She helps him remove his black one. She runs her hands over his bruised ribs.

She tugs the small oval compact from her jeans, opening it and gathering some of the salve in her fingertips. She rubs it over his ribs gently. The intimacy of it all sent shivers down her spine. His fingers ghost behind her back, slowly unclamping her bra.

She lets it fall.

He grabs her wand from her hair. One tug, her curls are loose.

She unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down his legs. She kisses his thighs. She stands up. His cock is hard. Her fingers find the button of her jeans. She bends over to pull them off her legs.

He watches everything she does. His eyes never drift. She grabs his hand, leading him towards the bed, and she gets on her toes to kiss his lips—gently. Softly. A brush of skin.

Her hands slide in between his briefs, touching his skin and letting them fall to the ground. She points to the bed, and he lays down slowly. A hiss escaping his lips.

“Slow,” she reminds him.

He settles himself on his back. His cock is stiff, leaking, and throbbing as he palms himself.

She bites her lip before letting her panties fall down her legs. The insides of her thighs glisten. She maneuvers herself over him, just like she did almost five days ago, “Let me take care of you.”

“You always do,” he murmurs, his hands sliding onto her waist. He holds her steady as she grabs his cock, centering himself against her entrance. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.” He thumbs her nipples, “You’re always so receptive to me.”

“Only you,” she admits. His tip slid into her cunt, aching slowly. Draco lets out a grunted moan. She stills, “Are you okay?”

Draco smiles, “I’m perfect, baby. You’re perfect. Keep going, please.”

She sets her hands behind her, on his thighs, her knees settling beside his hips. She inches down, her cunt stretching and squeezing as she takes him in fully. Oh, how she missed him. It’s only been five days since she first felt him inside of her, but she doesn’t think she’ll ever go another day without it. Without him.

“That’s it,” he grunts. His hips hitch up, but she holds him down.

“Shhh, let me, let me,” her cunt reaches his pelvis, her clit rubbing against his skin, “Can you feel how deep you are inside of me?”

He nods, his eyes locking with hers, “Can you?”

She breathes out a laugh, “Yes, yes, I can.”

Draco’s arms wrap around her back, his hands spreading over the expanse of it. He tugs her down, her tits pressing against his chest, “Draco, wa—”

She tries to get off of him, not wanting to hurt him.

He silences her by pressing his mouth against hers. It shuts her up immediately. Her body melts in his hold. Her arms tuck into her sides as she continues to grind herself against his cock, feeling so whole. He kisses her passionately, senseless, as if he thought he would never get to do this again.

“Tell me what you were going to tell me,” she begs him against his mouth, her heart bursting open inside of her. She doesn’t have to specify what she’s talking about because he knows. She knows he knows.

One of his hands slides up her spine, cupping her neck, then he grasps her curls into his palm, “I love you, Hermione Granger.”

She smiles against his lips, their teeth almost touching. She kisses him again, sighing into him, “I love you so much more, Draco Malfoy. I’ve loved yo---”

“I have loved you far longer,” he interrupts her, his forehead touching hers, and she can see the sincerity in his eyes. “I have loved you for most of my life.”

Her eyes soften, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you’re my best friend,” he admits. She stops moving above him, letting her cunt keep his cock warm, squeezing him. “Fuck, when you do that…”

“You’re my best friend,” she whispers, her nails running down his jawline, “You’re everything to me.”

“You’re my entire world.”

“Why did we wait so long?”

“Because we’re idiots,” he chuckles out. He presses her backside against him, “You’re the love of my life, Hermione.”

“I love you,” she murmurs, her hips languidly moving, the slick sounds of her cunt sliding up and down his cock fills the room, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he mutters, “Fuck me faster. I can take it, please, baby. Don’t make me beg,” he grunts.

“I love it when you beg.” She bites his bottom lip before doing what she’s told.

A few minutes later, Hermione and Draco come together, her orgasm overtaking her senses, his cum coating her walls. He feels blissful. When she falls asleep on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, Draco feels more alive than he did days ago.

He’s perfect. He’s whole.

He has everything he could ever want right here on top of him. His entire world is in his hold. He won’t ever let her go.