It's been a long road, mostly behind the scenes obviously. This was the last chapter, but there will be an epilogue that's more of an extra. (Which will probably be mostly fluff, and smut, and zero drama because these two dorks deserve it.) I hope you liked this story and I can't wait to read your thoughts. Oh, and also, I finished this in exactly ninety days. Fun fact!

Her back met the flat surface of the door, her elbow knocking against the door knob. "I thought I would be able to make it until you were back." Hermione whispered, looking at her feet. Afraid to look up and see disappointment in his eyes, she focused on her slippers - a ratty pair that she'd put on at the last second. I should have grabbed my trainers. They were right there. Shortly followed by the thought that of course he didn't bloody care about her shoes.

He sucked in a sharp breath, and tilted her chin up with his index fingers. "Look at me." While his voice was soft, it was a demand, and Hermione glanced up as she nibbled her bottom lip. "I would have come home immediately." Draco told her.

"It looks like you were on your way anyway." Hermione said, swallowing, and pointing to the bed behind him. His clothes were mostly packed away in suitcases. "I didn't want to interrupt another trip is all, but it..it hurts already."

His nostrils flared, and he slipped an arm around her waist. "Did you know before I floo called you?"

She nodded. "I thought it was just the distance between us, which would have been nothing out of the ordinary. So I wasn't worried. When you flooed me, I knew by that time. I was trying to figure out what I was going to do."

"The first thing you should have done was tell me the truth."

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears even though she didn't want to cry. "I lied to you." She mumbled, running her fingers through her hair. "I didn't want to bother you."

Malfoy rolled his eyes. Pulling his wand from his pocket, he levitated his luggage off of the bed. "Don't cry," he murmured, brushing a stray tear away. "I'm not at all mad."

He was lying. She knew he was upset that she still felt she was a nuisance, but it wasn't the time. Not with the way her blood felt like it was boiling, and she was barely standing on her own two feet. "Draco," she gasped as he slid his thumb across her bottom lip. "Bed. Now." She whimpered, squeezing his wrist and pulling him onto the mattress.

He watched her with a smirk that curved his lips as she tugged her shirt over her head before she fumbled with the windsor knot so close to his throat. "Haven't I told you before that I would always take care of you? That includes your heats, Hermione."

Draco squeezed her breast lightly, his thumb stroking across the sensitive nub through the soft cotton fabric of her bra. She'd been in too much of a hurry to bother with fancy lingerie. "I know." She murmured, throwing the black tie into the floor, and pushing his jacket from his shoulders. "I know that, I do. I just -" he cupped the back of her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"You just what? Did you think I'd rather be living it up with Potter than taking care of you?" He smirked, laying her back against the pillows, and hooking his fingers into the sides of her joggers.

She scowled at him, wanting to peel his clothes off of him instead. "I've gotten myself through several heats, Malfoy. I know how to," she swallowed as his eyes grew dark, "get myself through it. Not as well, of course, but," she was rambling, trying and failing to think of a way to smooth that topic over.

Still fully clothed, Malfoy rolled his sleeves up before bending over her. There was a curve to his lips, but it wasn't playful, and her heart hammered in her chest. "Just what would you do, sweetheart? Haven't I said before that your fingers," he pushed her knickers to the side, his long digits brushing against her cunt, "can't possibly be long enough to pleasure you like I can?"

Hermione's fingers wound tightly into his hair as she pushed her hips against his hand, begging silently. "They can't." She agreed, and two fingers slid into her. She moaned, the sound could be heard outside of their four walls no doubt, and she pleaded, "move."

He kissed her, pressing her into the soft bed, and his fingers pumped into her, but not at all fast enough for her. "Gods, you smell so fucking sweet." He groaned, kissing down her jaw, his tongue sliding slowly down her neck as he bit her throat roughly enough to leave marks.

Hermione panted, hooking her legs around his middle, and let her head fall back into the pillows. "You'll leave marks!" She squealed, tugging on his hair roughly. "Please, no teasing this time, Draco. I need you."

Her alpha said nothing as he kissed across her collarbone, rubbing her clit with slow, even strokes while pumping two fingers into her. "Whatever you want." He murmured then.

She whimpered at the loss of his fingers when he slid his arms under her legs. "Clothes," she grumbled, peering up at him, "you're wearing too many of them."

He laughed, vanishing them with a flick of his wand, and slamming the piece of wood on the bedside table so harshly she thought it might crack. "Will this do?" He whispered, pulling her down and his cock slid against her slick folds.

She nodded breathlessly, her eyes roaming over his body - down the hard lines of his abdomen, and the definition of his arms that were holding her legs up, the V leading down to his pelvis. Her tongue darted out to dampen her lips in anticipation, and she tilted her head to the side before murmuring cheekily, "what are you waiting for, alpha?"

He slid into her hard, and her back arched off of the bed while she grabbed his shoulders. "Fuck!" Hermione hissed, staring up at him.

Draco was gazing down at her in awe, and it was all she could do to tremble when he told her, "Look how pretty you are when you take my cock," followed by another thrust that caused her to shriek.

Absently, she realized a familiar voice had just yelled that it would be a common courtesy to cast a silencing charm. Not that Draco Malfoy would do anything of the sort.

She'd came four times in the first hour, the first was with how hard he'd fucked her, and the filthy words in her ear of how pretty she looked wrapped around him. The second with a gentle stroke of his thumb across her clit as he rested her legs over his shoulders, fucking her roughly into the mattress. The third she hadn't expected, but there was something different about this heat. The fourth was with him filling her up too. The pleasure so great she'd been unable to stop herself from coming with him.

Lying in his bed, Hermione tried to catch her breath. He'd draped her across his chest, staring up at the ceiling. "Draco?" She whispered, pressing kisses to his jaw line, going upward until she was nibbling the shell of his ear.

He murmured a response as she straddled his waist.

"I want you to mark me." She told him, not breaking eye contact, and her cheeks filled with heat as his eyes widened. "And I'd like to remember it. I think we both know what I was like on the last day." Hermione smirked.

"As if I could forget," he murmured. "You're sure?"

She nodded, a moan slipping out of her as his tongue slid against her neck, his fingers brushing against the mating gland at the base of it. "Of course." Hermione gasped, rubbing herself against him as he grew hard once more. "Just a reminder, for you know, later, or whenever you're ready. It doesn't have to be now -"

He chuckled below her, lifting her by her hips effortlessly and sliding into her. "You're rambling, sweetheart." Draco told her quietly. "Make no mistake, I'll claim you before this heat is over."

Her eyes rolled back as his hand dropped to the apex of her thighs, his thumb rubbing against her clit while he thrust into her. "Why not now?" Hermione whimpered, squeezing her breasts. She didn't have to open her eyes to know it drove him crazy. "I don't see a reason for waiting,"

"Are you so impatient?" He growled, flipping them to where her back was pressed to the bed.

"I've waited months." She whined, gasping for air as he settled her legs over his shoulders. "I wanted you to mark me the first time, and you had to be so bloody noble -"

Malfoy scoffed, bottoming out inside of her even harder than before. "You didn't really want me to."

"That's fair, but, Draco," she started again.

Pinching her nipple and pounding into her as he was, she forgot what she was going to say next. "I will." He promised her lowly, sliding out of her just to hear her sweet whimper. "I'll put you on your hands and knees like you asked me to, and I'll mark you as mine when I knot you, Hermione."

She nodded, "okay."

Draco slid down her body, his hands roaming over her stomach as he knelt between her legs. His tongue was hot against her clit as he worked her with slow, broad strokes. "Merlin, you're-"

Whatever he was going to say next was lost as she shrieked, riding that high as he slid back into her, harder this time. "Oh, fuck." She clung to his shoulders, leaving marks where her nails dug into his skin. "You feel so good."

He smirked, gathering her up in his arms, and holding her tightly as he slid into her. Pressing his lips along her jaw, he whispered in her ear. "Can you take my knot again, sweetheart?"

"Please." Unlike the first time, it was easier. Breathy, broken moans fell from her lips while she threaded her fingers through his hair. "It's almost too much to take." She gasped, grinning when he looked positively feral. "I love you." She said it without thinking, but it was worth the smile that spread across his face.

"I love you too." Draco murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as he was all of the way inside of her, coming in her tight cunt. "You're such a good girl for me, sweetheart."

He ordered room service at three in the morning, offering to pay triple the waiter's salary if he would make the trip to find some chinese takeaway for Hermione. Giggling to herself, she bunched the sheets around her naked body as she crawled out of bed. He was standing at the door, arguing with the waiter through the barely opened door.

"Is there a problem?" She asked quietly, tapping her boyfriend on the shoulder. His head whipped around, dark eyes widening as he took her in while she wore hardly nothing at all. "I don't have to have Chinese, Draco. Its okay. I'll eat anything right now."

The boy standing at the door couldn't have been any older than seventeen. He stared at Hermione, his mouth hanging open a bit. "Sir, it's really against policy for me to," his words didn't register however as he lifted a hand unconsciously towards Hermione.

Realizing in the split second she had that Draco would kill this man in a matter of moments, she grabbed the door, and slammed it shut. She'd only narrowly missed his hand after shoving it out of the way. "Any sort of food will do!" She locked the door, her back to Draco, but she could feel how furious he was. "Leave it at the door." Hermione called, and waited for the boys footsteps to fade away.

Draco turned her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head. The finely threaded sheet pooled at her feet, but she wasn't paying attention to it as she stared up at him. "You shouldn't have jumped in the middle of that, Hermione." He hissed between his teeth, pressing his hard body to hers. "If that had been an Alpha, he would have grabbed you."

She swallowed the lump in her throat, her chest rising and falling. "I trust you to protect me." Hermione whispered. "You would never let someone put their hands on me, and I was able to get him away quickly enough, wouldn't you say?"

During the moments they'd spent in her bed at home, or his, Hermione had forgotten how he looked in rut. His eyes were so dark, they were nearly black. And it was with eyes that reminded her of obsidian, that he told her, "I wanted to snap his neck."

"I prefer you to be here with me, and not in Azkaban. How could I ever return to getting myself through my own heats again?"

He exhaled - it was as close to a laugh as she would get. "I'm going to fuck you against this door now. So that when he comes back, he knows exactly who you belong to."

She nodded. "I don't have any objections."

Draco pulled her into his arms and thrust into her, tugging at her hair, and he was very deliberate in the fact that he made her scream when the waiter had come back to leave their food.

She sat in the bed with her back to his chest, the sheets slippery against their skin. Wiggling her arse against his semi hard cock, she smirked when a low growl rumbled in his chest. "Hermione," he warned, "eat your food."

"I can think of someone - sorry, something, I'd much rather being doing." She remarked, twisting her fork in the noodles, and bringing them to her lips. "It's not as if I'm going to pass out if I miss a meal."

"You've missed four meals." He muttered, nuzzling her neck, and nipping at the soft skin there. "Seductive, little minx that you are." Draco whispered into her ear, "you've caused me to to temporarily forget to take care of you."

A breathy laugh left her. "I'd say you were taking care of me just fine." Hermione held the fork up to his mouth, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow as she did so. "Draco, come on, if I have to eat, so do you."

Staring at her blankly, he opened his mouth as if it were a great chore to do so. He let her feed him since it made her smile, and really, he was famished. "I've only just thought of it, but did you send word to the Ministry that you would be out of the office?"

She shook her head. "I'm sure Harry has taken care of it." Hermione shrugged. Her closest friend had taken off the day after she'd arrived, muttering loudly as he passed their hotel room door that they were the most inconsiderate couple he'd ever met. With the carton now empty, she tossed it into the trashcan, and turned to face Draco.

Hermione ran her palms over his chest, glancing up at him. "About that shower.."

"Yes?" He asked her, ripping her close to him, and sliding his hand in between her legs. "What was that, sweetheart?" Draco asked her again when she whimpered, grinding herself against him.

"I'd rather take a bath." She gasped, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. "Would you mind?"

Draco carried her, not willing to be separated from their skin to skin contact for long. "You're beautiful." He told her softly, kissing down her neck gently that was already bruising slightly from love bites. "Stunning, breathtaking -"

"You'll make me cry." Hermione scolded him, turning on the hot water first when he set her down on her feet. "Although I doubt we'll be doing much washing.." she shrieked as she found herself sitting on the edge of the tub, her back flat against the wall, and Draco was kneeling in front of her while flattening his tongue against her cunt.

If she was asked, Hermione didn't remember the last two days incredibly well. She realized that he hadn't knotted her, and he seemed to be holding off, teasing her until she was reduced to a whining mess. Absently, she considered the fact that he could be waiting to see her nesting once more, maybe he wanted to hear about -

"Do you wants kids?" She blurted, tracing a scar across his muscular chest. At the strangled sound in his throat, she smiled. "Are you okay, Malfoy? Did I catch you off guard?"

He peeked down at her, and a shiver rolled down her spine. If how dark his eyes had become were any indication of his answer, it had her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes." Draco told her simply, his fingertips brushing against the sides of her breasts before he cupped one in his hand.

"With me?" She asked before she could lose the nerve. "I mean - I'm still on my blockers, so I'm not trying to trap you -"

"What in Merlin's name brought this on?" He asked. "Is this because I haven't marked you? Granger, I'm not having second thoughts, you know." Malfoy teased her, his grin lopsided and playful. "I do; I want children with you."

He kissed her roughly, his tongue sliding against the seam of her lips, and Draco moved to hover over her. Parting her legs with his knee, and smirking when she rubbed herself against him, desperate for any kind of friction, he tangled his fingers in her hair. "I wanted you to be sure," he told her in between kissing her, "I know you hate this, this designation, and you deserved to be in control of it."

Hermione nodded, hooking her legs around his hips. "I have never been more sure of anything in my life, so please -"

Draco lifted her right leg to rest over his shoulder as he slid into her, groaning at the tight feel of her wrapped around his cock. "You're incredible." He told her through gritted teeth. "So fucking pretty, so fucking good for me."

Gasping for air, and moaning with every breath she took, Hermione trembled below him. Each thrust felt better than the last, and he felt it at the same time she did. "That's magic," Hermione whined as he slid into her deeper, and he rubbed her clit in small circles with the pad of his thumb, "incredibly old magic."

He groaned, bottoming out inside of her. "It's the bloody soulmate bond." He whispered. "I want you to come for me, Hermione. You're so tense - just let go."

"But you haven't,"

"Let go." Draco ordered, his voice thick with lust, and she could already feel his cock swelling inside of her.

"Oh, my God." She squeaked as her orgasm crashed over her, her back arching off of the bed as she shook violently. "Merlin. Draco. Alpha." She panted in broken whimpers, her legs shaking as he pulled out of her, and he crooked his finger.

He was smirking, motioning for her to move onto her hands, and knees. "Did you think I forgot how you want to be taken?" Draco locked his arms around her, nibbling her neck as he squeezed her breasts. "You are the best part of my life." He told her quietly, pressing his hand to the small of her back so she would lean forward.

She told him that they should silence the room, even if it was out of courtesy because she was sure to scream when he marked her as his mate. The reply that a silencing charm just wouldn't do - that he would love for everyone to know what was going on, sent chills through her.

He gripped her hips, pulling her backwards, and groaned as he watched her cunt greedily take each inch of him. "Gods," he hissed when her walls clenched around him, "can you take my knot, sweetheart?"

Hermione nodded, collapsing on her arms while rocking back against him. It wasn't drawn out - thank fuck for that - and she moaned as her cunt stretched to take his knot, as she eagerly moved back against him. "Draco, that feels so good." She whimpered, fisting the sheets in her hands.

As he slid fully inside her, his knot swollen, he murmured how he couldn't hold out. Tugging her up by her shoulders, he swept her hair to the side before gently sliding his tongue along the mating gland at the nape of her neck. "So sweet," he muttered, his teeth skimming against the heated flesh.

"Please." She whimpered, clutching onto his forearm.

Hermione screamed as his teeth broke the surface, shuddering against him as she came harder than she ever had in her life - heat, or no heat. "Oh, my fucking Gods." She shrieked, her cunt squeezing his cock as the magic that seemed to snap into place took effect. "I love you." She murmured.

Draco's tongue lapped against the bite mark softly while she still shook in his arms. "And I you, sweetheart." He muttered into her neck.

Looking at him from across the bed, Hermione's hand drifted to the back of her neck where there was still an imprint from his teeth. It wouldn't scar, but anyone she ever came across would know she was claimed, would know that she was his.

He was cute when he slept, with hard features that softened into the likeness of a sleeping child. His lips were always pouty, his hair tousled, mostly from her fingers, and -

His loud snore sent her into a fit of giggles that she attempted to muffle with the back of her hand. "What is it?" He slurred, still sleepy as he slung his arm over her hip, and pulled her snug against him. "Granger?"

"You could have told me that you snore before you claimed me as your mate." Hermione laughed, running her fingers along his arm. "I'd never heard it before."

He snorted. "Snoring would have been a deal breaker for you?"

She smiled shyly. "I suppose not." Hermione curled up against him. "Does this ever feel like a long dream to you? As if it's too good to be true?"

Draco rested his chin on top of her head. "Sometimes." He agreed. "But if it were, I would never want to wake up."

Smiling stupidly to herself, she nodded. "Do you think it would be a problem if we slept in? We would have to pay for another night."

He laughed, a low, throaty sound above her. "I don't think anyone will be coming near this room for a while, sweetheart."

Is this an acceptable time to tell you I'm obsessed with this trope and have a very strong urge to write another a/b/o, but this time as a marriage law twist?