Friday, 7th May 2004

Draco was first aware of light causing red and yellow patterns to dance across his closed eyelids the next morning, followed by a shooting pain in the back of his skull. He winced as he moved a hand to rub his neck, but found himself unable to do so as a heavy weight was pressing down on his chest. Opening one eye blearily, he came face to face with the wild bush Hermione Granger called hair and inwardly groaned as the memories from last night began to flood his mind in an incoherent frenzy.

My father, he thought bitterly. If I had known he was the wolf I would have -

He was forced to cut the idea short as his right arm tightened instinctively around Hermione's peaceful form, rousing the witch from slumber.

"S'matter?" she asked, blinking slowly as daylight assaulted her eyes.

Draco remained silent. He was wary of her reaction; this could go a number of ways, many of which would end with him sporting a black eye or broken limbs. Sure, she had slept with him during his transformations, but this was different. His father hadn't just been revealed as the manic werewolf who had been terrorising England for the last few months, and...he couldn't quite put his finger on it but this time just...felt different.

"Draco?" she mumbled, forcing herself into a sitting position so she could peer down at him through heavily lidded eyes. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," he whispered, moving slowly to sit up facing her. He winced as his head pounded, but ignored the sensation in favour of lifting his hand to cup Hermione's cheek. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," she echoed.

"Good." He nodded, his hand slipping to rest back in his lap. "Last night was…"

"Crazy," Hermione agreed, her lips curving into a smile. "But it's over now. We've caught the werewolf responsible and now I can push the legislation to have the Camps abolished; Kingsley will be pleased -"

Draco silenced her by leaning forward and capturing her lips with his own in a searing kiss. He knew that once she was on a roll like this there was no stopping it, but he needed her to just be here with him before running off and saving the Wizarding world once again.

He meant to pull back; he did. The kiss was supposed to shut her up and refocus her mind on them - the here and now. But just as he was about to slow it down, Hermione threaded her hands into his hair and held him to her. He was lost in her as the kiss deepened and he placed his hands on her waist, tugging her into his lap. She broke the kiss long enough to groan at the sudden hard length resting against her thigh, but then their tongues were dancing again and Draco was swallowing her moans as her hips rocked against him.

Unsure of how long he would be able to last in such a predicament, Draco stood swiftly, Hermione still in his arms. She grinned against his lips as he staggered towards the bed; with one last peck, he deposited her on the mattress and stared down at her, his gaze roaming over her, hungry and lustful.

"You're beautiful," were his last coherent words to her before he bent forward, divesting her of her shirt and brassiere.

He peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses down her exposed neck and towards her decolletage. Hermione smoothed her palms over his chest towards his shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh there. He bit back a groan at the sensation of her tugging him towards her, but obediently hovered over her as his fingers began to work the front of her trousers.

Wiggling her hips, she helped him tug the garment down her legs, sitting up slightly on her elbows. He bit his lip as her creamy flesh was revealed and wondered how it came to be that he was the lucky bastard who got to undress Hermione Granger, and marvel in her beauty.

His train of thought continued as she hooked her thumb into the waistband of her panties - light blue lacy briefs he certainly would not have expected from the down-to-Earth witch - and tugged them down to her ankles before tossing them carelessly to the floor.

She now lay completely naked in front of him, her cheeks and chest tinged a beautiful dusty pink as she inhaled with shallow bursts. A small smile curved at the corners of her mouth and her eyes were hooded as she watched him, her hands tangling in her hair. Such a sight he had never seen before, and was sure he would never see again.

With a growl, he covered her with his body and attacked her mouth once more, intent on proving that he deserved at least a chance with someone as wonderful, and as sexy as she was.