Hermione felt consciousness slowly begin to settle over her, along with the feeling that someone was placing soft kisses along her neck.
She mumbled something unintelligibly and Draco chuckled, pressing a kiss right below her ear that caused her to let out a soft moan.
"I could get used to waking up like this." she hummed, half asleep.
She felt Draco's breath ghost across her neck as he chuckled and said, "I could get used to waking you up like this...and several other ways."
She twisted so she was looking at him, very much aware of the sexual innuendo behind his words and smirked, "Settle down Mr. Malfoy. What time is it anyway?"
"Quarter after eight."
Hermione sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "I'm sorry about last night...that wasn't exactly how I'd pictured it going."
"Don't worry about it." said Draco, shrugging it off.
Hermione sat up and looked down at him, "No, really, I'm sorry. I ruined your-"
"You didn't ruin anything." he said, staring up at her.
"Yes I did. If I hadn't even went over to Ron-"
Before she could finish Draco had pushed her back onto the bed, her hands pinned by his, and one of his knees between her legs, keeping her on the bed.
"No," he said, a glint in his eyes, "You didn't."
She was surprised by the intensity in his eyes, and it didn't help that he was basically laying on top of her.
"Okay," she said quietly.
He smirked and bent his head to trail his nose along her jaw, and placed light kisses along the smooth skin of her neck.
"Malfoy," she said softly, pulling against his hands in an effort to free her hands so she could run them through his hair.
"Oh I don't think so Granger." he said, a seductive smirk on his face as he slid his free hand up her thigh and under his t-shirt to her breasts.
She groaned and tipped her head back to give him better access to her neck, and he complied, leaving open mouthed kisses down to her collarbone while his left hand continued to pinch and tease her nipples.
"Malfoy," she panted, "Please,"
"Please what?" he asked, loving that he could elicit this sort of reaction out of a girl who was usually so calm and collected.
Hermione didn't know what she wanted him to do. Let her go, hold her tighter, kiss her - she just wanted him closer. Closer everywhere.
"Kiss me," she finally managed to say between labored breaths.
He smirked, not ready to let her off the hook that easily, "Kiss you where?"
She groaned, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but failing.
"Malfoy," she panted, as he continued his assault on her breasts while he watched her reactions.
"Kiss you where?" he repeated.
"Everywhere."
He smiled, "That I can do."
He captured her lips in a kiss, his tongue dueling with hers, stroking hers. It was a sensual dance, and Hermione hated the fact that she couldn't touch him.
After a few moments she broke away, and he continued to kiss her, moving down her neck to suck on her pulse point.
She moaned and arched her back, pushing up against him.
He let go of her hands and as soon as he did, her hands went to his hair, pulling his mouth back up to hers.
"Someone's eager," he chuckled, pulling away long enough to pull his t-shirt off her.
"Well some people apparently like to take their sweet time getting to the point." she said with a smirk.
He pushed her back down onto the bed, and said, "I like taking my time,"
His voice was so seductive and sensual that she couldn't help but groan and pull his lips back to hers. Their tongues dueled for dominance, but Hermione quickly surrendered to Draco.
He trailed kisses down her neck and to her breasts, taking one rosy peak into his mouth and sucking and biting lightly.
She writhed underneath him, feeling the familiar tightening in her stomach.
"Oh gods," she moaned, tugging on his hair.
He smirked against her skin and pulled away long enough to whisper, "I wonder if I can make you come like this."
She groaned and threw her head back, her breathing loud and irregular. "Malfoy, please,"
The coil in her stomach expanded, and before she knew it she was coming undone underneath him.
Before she could regain her breath he was trailing kisses down her stomach to the waistband of her underwear.
"Oh Merlin, Malfoy no." she panted, attempting to wriggle away from him.
He smirked up at her from in between her legs and shook his head, moving back so his lips were hovering by her ear, "I want to taste you Granger."
His words sent a shock straight to her core and she had no idea why. She didn't know that Draco's dirty talking would turn her on as much as it did.
He kissed his way back down her stomach, sliding her panties from her legs, and then settling down between them. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his hands on her hips.
"Malfoy," his name was like a plea, and he took pity on her.
She bucked her hips up when he brought his lips down to her. He began a slow sensual assault, moving slowly, taking his time - and it was driving her insane.
She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled, causing him to moan against her. She took a sharp breath at the vibrations and slowly felt the familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach.
He slid a finger into her tight passage and groaned, stimulating her oversensitive clit even more. There was just too much feeling everywhere and she began to move her hips in rhythm to him.
He eased another finger into her and then curved them up so they were hitting that special spot inside her, causing her to moan.
"I want you to come for me." he whispered, watching her writhing around on the bed.
She groaned again at his words and he got an idea. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her and said, "Come on Granger, I want to taste you."
His words sent her over the edge, her back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He lapped up her juices and then moved back up to her lips, kissing her.
She was panting and he couldn't help but smirk.
"Who knew Gryffindors Golden Girl liked a little dirty talk."
She felt her cheeks flame, but he kissed them, "Don't be embarrassed, I like it."
His words only made her blush more, recalling how he'd wanted to fuck her in the library. How he'd thought about how he'd fuck her in the library.
"Shut up Malfoy."
He chuckled, "Why, you seemed to like my dirty mind earlier."
She groaned and pushed him onto his back, pulling his pants down, "How about less talking from you."
An hour later they were showered and back on Draco's bed, just laying together, Draco's hand rubbing up and down Hermione's back.
"Are you sure you don't want to go down and let your friends know you're not dead?"
She shook her head, "I just want to lay here with you."
He smiled and kissed her temple, "I don't have a problem with that."
She tilted her head up and kissed his jaw, "Good,"
After a few minutes - or maybe it was a few hours - Draco spoke up.
"So are we going to talk about what happened?"
Hermione sighed, "Malfoy-"
"Granger please."
"I don't want to ruin this day. It's been great so far." she added, a glint in her eye.
Draco smirked and kissed her nose, "I agree. But I still want you to tell me."
She was quiet for a while before she responded, "You have to promise not to overreact."
"Overreact?"
"Just promise me."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated that she thought it was bad enough to think he'd overreact.
"Alright."
She was quiet for a while before she sat up and faced him. He sat up too and took her hand in his, tracing her knuckles with his thumb.
"During the war...things were bad...really bad, and everyone was really stressed out." she said quietly, not meeting his eyes.
"We were all scared that Voldemort was going to win, and that we weren't going to be able to find all the Horcruxes in time." she glanced up at him, and his expression was fairly passive, so she continued.
"Harry and Tonks had gone and it was just Ron and I left to keep watch." she took a deep breath.
"Ron had been acting weird for the longest time, but everyone had been, so I didn't think about it, but then we were alone." She looked up and could tell Draco was clenching his jaw.
She decided that she just needed to get it out quickly, before she lost her nerve, "He raped me, I let him blame it on one of the Death Eaters, said he saved me from him, Harry showed up before though, so he knows, and beat the living shit of him, but we all decided not to tell anyone."
She took a deep breath, somewhat relieved to have said it, but terrified for Draco's reaction.
She chanced a glance at him, and she could tell he was beyond furious.
"I'm going to fucking kill him." he said getting up from the bed.
Hermione scrambled to get to the door before he did, leaning against it, "You promised you wouldn't do this."
"I promised I wouldn't overreact." he said, his voice deceptively low.
"What do you call this then?"
"What the fuck do you expect me to do! You just told me that he fucking raped you and you expect me to do nothing? Are you insane?"
She was shocked by his outburst, and more than a little frightened by him, but she stood her ground, "I wanted you to listen. You said you wanted to know."
"Yeah, and now I know, so now I'm going to go beat him to a fucking pulp for ever putting his hands on you." he snapped.
She took a deep breath and braced herself for his reaction, "Please, stay with me." she said, putting a hand on his cheek.
She could see his intense gray eyes soften, if only a fraction, and he closed his eyes, leaning into her palm.
"Granger-"
"No, please, just please don't do anything." she pleaded, her voice quiet.
He looked down at this woman who he cared for quite a bit more than he had expected, and felt himself nodding, "Fine, but if that prick so much as looks at you, I'll beat the shit out of him."
"Okay," she said softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him. After a few seconds he wrapped his arms around her as well.
He never really understood how strong Hermione was, until right now. After everything she'd gone through.
He'd have to thank Potter for beating the shit out of him, even if he didn't tell anyone. That's something he didn't understand. How could she not tell anyone? How could she just let him get away with that?
She said the war affected him, but the war affected everyone.
He shook his head, holding her closer.
He knew he would do anything in his power to keep Ron away from her, because protecting her was something he always found himself wanting to do.
She was important to him, the silly bint.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
"For what?"
"Staying,"
He leaned back and looked down at her, "Of course I stayed. I told you I wasn't going anywhere."
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, "I'm not going anywhere. Okay?"
She smiled and nodded, "Okay."