As Hermione allowed Draco to lead her to his old bedroom in the manor, she was awash with nerves and doubts over whether she'd handled the evening correctly. Maybe it would have been better all round if she'd just admitted who she was when Draco had first shown an interest in her. It would certainly have alleviated the worry she felt over Draco rejecting her when he discovered just who she was.

"Are you nervous?" Draco asked, smiling at Hermione. He may have only been able to see half her face and her eyes, but he had easily noted the tension in her face that hadn't existed earlier.

"Why would I be nervous?" Hermione countered.

"Maybe you're worried about what will happen when the masks come off," Draco suggested. "Maybe you'll not like what you find when I remove my mask."

"Are you forgetting that I know what you look like?" Hermione asked with a chuckle. "You're the one who's in for the surprise. I know whom I'm with, but you have no idea who you are."

"I know who you are," Draco replied, stopping outside of a closed wooden door.

"You do?" Hermione's heart rate kicked up a notch, and she wondered if Draco had come to the wrong conclusions and was expecting someone else under the mask.

"Yes, you're my little Vixen," Draco answered with a smirk.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione allowed Draco to take hold of her hand and lead her into his bedroom. The room was decorated exactly as Hermione would have imagined it in a mixture of green, silver and black.

"How original," she chuckled. "You really were a true Slytherin, weren't you?"

"What do you mean, were, I still am a true Slytherin," Draco said, moving behind Hermione and wrapping his arms around her waist. "A Slytherin whose been playing a game with you this evening," he confessed in a low whisper.

Hermione froze at Draco's words, and suddenly she feared the worst. Even though she'd seen how Draco had changed over the last few years, she was now worried that she was going to experience the old Draco, who wouldn't have thought twice about playing with someone's feelings.

"What game?" she asked, trying to move out of Draco's grasp, only to have him tighten his hold on her.

"A similar one to the one you've been playing," Draco replied, his lips brushing against Hermione's ear as he spoke. "You came here tonight to seduce me, didn't you?"

"Maybe," Hermione hedged, not wanting to give too much away until she knew where Draco was going with the conversation.

"And that's why you wouldn't tell me your name, isn't it?" Draco pressed. "Why though? Were you worried I would say no? Or were you hoping to have your wicked way with me without me being any the wiser?"

"Maybe I'm shy and the mask lets me do things I wouldn't ordinarily do," Hermione replied quietly. "Maybe it gives me bravery I wouldn't normally have."

"You, my little Vixen are full of bravery," Draco whispered. "Or should I call you my little lioness. After all, its much more fitting for a Gryffindor."

"How do you know I'm a Gryffindor?" Hermione asked. "If, I even am one," she amended hastily as she still wasn't convinced that Draco knew her real identity.

"I told you I had a name for you," Draco answered. "A name I decided on the second I took you in my arms for our first dance and realised who you were."

"Who is that?" Hermione whispered, her stomach clenching at the moment of truth.

Pressing even closer to her, Draco nibbled on her neck before moving his lips to her ear and answering her question. "Hermione."

Hermione's heart flipped over at the realisation that not only had Draco worked out who she was, but he'd done so very early on. Which meant that everything that had happened since, had happened with him knowing exactly who he was with. He'd known exactly whose knickers he'd stolen, and he'd certainly known who had been down on her knees pleasuring him orally.

"What's wrong? Has the cat got your tongue?" Draco teased. "You didn't really think we could get this far without me working out who you were, did you?"

"I didn't realise you'd paid my enough attention to recognise me as easily," Hermione confessed.

"I would recognise you in a room full of people polyjuiced to look alike," Draco replied honestly. "So a sexy dress and mask wasn't going to fool me for long. Not that I'm sure why you'd want to fool me."

"Because I didn't think you would ever want me," Hermione admitted.

Instead of replying, Draco gently turned Hermione around in his arms. Pulling out his wand, he then removed his mask and threw it onto the bed.

"Will you remove your mask?" he asked.

Doing as Draco asked, Hermione used her own wand to remove her mask. As she threw her mask onto the bed next to Draco's, she spotted the way the blond wizard smiled as her full face was revealed to him.

"That's better," Draco said with a smile. "Why wouldn't I want you, Hermione? Any wizard would be lucky to have you."

"Tell that to the men I've managed to scare away by just being me," Hermione snorted.

"You thought you would scare me away?" Draco questioned, arching an eyebrow at the witch in front of him. "I know I'm hardly known for my bravery, but I'm not that much of a coward."

"You've never shown any interest in me," Hermione said softly. "I didn't think you were interested, so I never did anything about my feelings for you."

"You have feelings for me?" Draco asked, his face lighting up in a wide smile.

"Yes," Hermione confessed. "But what about you? You've known who I was this entire time, so does that mean you like me?"

"More than you can ever know," Draco replied in a low voice.

"Then why haven't you said something?" Hermione asked in bewilderment. "I wouldn't have thought that you would be worried about rejection."

"Rejection I can take," Draco confirmed with a nod as his smile faded. "I didn't say anything to you because of this."

Hermione frowned in confusion as Draco rolled back his left sleeve, revealing his faded Dark Mark. "I don't understand. I've seen your mark before, I know all about it."

"You don't know about the taint that comes with it," Draco said quietly. "On a whole I'm accepted and my past is just that, the past. But no matter what I do, I will always be a former Death Eater. And I didn't want you to be tainted by being associated with me."

"Isn't that my choice to make?" Hermione asked softly as she reached up and cupped Draco's cheek in her hand. "It case it slipped your notice, Draco, I'm hardly a wallflower. I don't care what people say about me, and if anyone dared judge me for getting involved with whomever I choose, I would give them a piece of my mind. I don't care about your past, Draco. What I care about is the fact I like you. Plus you give the most amazing orgasms," she added light-heartedly.

"I can do even better than that," Draco boasted. "If you give me a chance, I'll make you see stars."

"Now that sounds like a promise I can't wait for you to keep," Hermione purred, wrapping her arms around Draco's neck and pressing herself against him.

Attaching his lips to Hermione's, Draco wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands over her curves. After a few moments, he broke the kiss with a frown and turned Hermione around in his arms.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked as Draco's hand continued to roam her bodice.

"How do you get into this thing?" Draco grumbled. "This dress is far too nice to rip it from you, even if I am tempted to do just that. But if I don't find a way in soon, I might have to resort to violence."

"The catches are magically hidden," Hermione explained with a laugh. As delicious as it sounded to have Draco tear her clothes off, she really appreciated his concern for her dress, which she didn't want ruined. "Run your wand down my spine and the dress will open."

Grabbing his wand from the bed, Draco slowly ran it down Hermione's spine, murmuring his appreciation as her pale skin slid into view as the dress parted down her back. Discarding his wand, Draco slid a hand into Hermione's open dress and slipped it around to her front, where he cupped her breast, flicking her already pebbled nipple as he did so.

"Did I tell you how much I liked the dress?" he whispered in her ear as his hand continued to stroke her breasts. "It's very sexy, and very Slytherin."

"It was picked with you in mind," Hermione admitted, gasping slightly as Draco removed his hand from her breast and gently started to tug her dress downwards.

It didn't take long for the dress to fall to the ground, pooling around her feet and leaving her in nothing but her silver shoes. As she stepped out of the dress, she kicked off her shoes, while Draco gathered her dress and finding his wand again, he magically hung it on the front of his wardrobe.

"Thank you," Hermione said as Draco pulled her back against him.

Hermione couldn't help but shiver at the erotic feel of being completely naked, while Draco was fully clothed. She could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back, but she could also feel the rub of his clothes in between them. However, before she could say anything about his clothed state, his hands were trailing over her naked body, causing her to forget everything but his touch.

"Don't you have a promise to keep?" she asked as Draco nibbled at her neck, his hands venturing ever lower. "You said I would see stars."

"And you will," Draco vowed, sliding his hand in between Hermione's legs.

"Hmm, I was hoping for something a bit more substantial than your fingers," she gasped, even as she felt ripples of desire rush through her at the feeling of Draco's fingers teasing her.

"I can do that," Draco said with a chuckle. Stepping back from Hermione, he gave her a playful smack on the backside. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Hmm, I always wondered what it would be like in Draco Malfoy's bed," Hermione said with a smirk as she climbed onto the green and black covers and made herself comfortable.

"Always?" Draco asked, soaking up the sight of Hermione lounging in his bed.

"Always," Hermione returned with a wink as she teasingly spread her legs and slid her hand down to tap at her thigh. "Now are you going to join me, or do I have to make myself see stars?"

With a low growl, his grey eyes firmly fixed on Hermione's exposed flesh, Draco yanked off his shirt, not caring that it ripped slightly as he did so. He then kicked off his shoes, and scrambled out of his trousers as quickly as was humanly possible. Naked, and very obviously aroused, he jumped onto the bed next to Hermione and connecting their lips in a hungry kiss, he pressed his body against hers.

"I want you, Draco," Hermione whispered in between heated kisses as she reached for his erection and guided it towards her.

"I want you," Draco returned breathlessly as he sheathed himself inside of Hermione.

"Make me see stars, Draco," Hermione challenged with a smirk as their lips found each other again.

Rising to the challenge, Draco began to make love to Hermione, their bodies moving effortlessly together. Writhing together on top of Draco's sheets, not an inch of skin remained untouched and unexplored as the couple made the most of every second together.

"I'm so close," Hermione gasped, arching her back against Draco and wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper inside her.

"Me too," Draco panted, dropping his head to Hermione's shoulder. "Come for me, little Vixen."

"Not Vixen," Hermione gasped. "Say my name."

"Hermione!" Draco uttered Hermione's name on a shout as his body tensed and his orgasm overcome him.

In response to both Draco calling her name with such abandon and reaching his climax, Hermione tumbled over the edge herself. As pleasure flooded her body and she writhed against Draco, her vision went distinctly blurry and closing her eyes, stars popped behind her eyelids just as Draco predicted they would.

"We are definitely doing that again," Draco panted as he collapsed against Hermione.

"Yes, we are," Hermione hummed in agreement.

"And did you see stars?" Draco asked, raising his head just enough to see Hermione's face.

"I did," she confirmed, dropping a kiss to the bridge of his nose. "Did you?"

"I saw whole constellations," Draco joked as he reluctantly rolled off Hermione so he didn't squash her.

"What happens now?" Hermione asked as Draco pulled her into his arms and she settled down with her head resting against his bare chest.

"We rest for a while, then we can do it again."

"I meant the future," she whispered. "I don't want this to be a one night thing, Draco."

"Nor do I," Draco admitted. "But I don't want to ruin your life, Hermione. Once people know we're involved, they will judge you whether you like it or not. It could change how people see you."

"I don't care." Sliding herself up, she rested her head on the pillow beside Draco, their noses virtually touching. "I want this, Draco. I want you. I don't care how messy it gets, or what anyone says. All I want, is what we've got right now."

"Then I say, sod the world and let's be happy," Draco grinned, his hand running down Hermione's back and cupping her backside.

"I thought you said you needed a rest," Hermione chuckled.

"I do, but I've just realised I haven't tasted you yet," Draco answered as he rolled Hermione onto her back and hovered over her with a wolfish grin.

"You're going to be insatiable, aren't you?" Hermione laughed as Draco gave her a searing kiss before sliding down her body and settling himself between her legs.

"You're going to love it," Draco replied confidently, before dipping his head and causing Hermione to see stars for the second time that evening.

The End.

A/N – Thanks for reading and commenting, as always your support is greatly appreciated. Don't forget tomorrow I will be publishing an After The End for this story. I actually wrote this story and the After The End Piece together as the After The End piece came to me as I was writing this story, but it didn't fit with the way I wanted the story to unfold. However, After The End proved a perfect place to put it and fully round off this story, so I hope you all read it when it's published tomorrow. Thanks again for reading, and I hope to be back soon with new stories.