Smut and mostly unbeta'd, you have been warned!

She stepped forward, her heart racing, unsure of what exactly would happen next. Perhaps she should give him a peck on the lips, or maybe she should— Before her brain prattled about on all the possibilities, his hands wrapped around her lower back to draw her closer, and he leaned in, tilting his head as if to decide on his next move. The intensity of his closeness had her stomach swooping and she tried to find the courage to look up at him, but failed. Her only move was to place her hands around his waist, which felt so natural. Then, he leaned down and slowly peppered her neck with kisses that made her tighten her hold on him in case her knees gave out. It was only then that she noticed an element of pain that she had been carrying began to melt away. As he kissed up to her jaw, nearing her lips, she concluded that he too had been putting on a show at the workplace, against him. In her belief that no one would accept that she actually wanted someone with his history? How could she explain the ache she had felt everyday by pushed him away. She had carried on with this facade, finding ways to argue with him to keep him close, even if she knew how childish it had been. By now it was clear to her that he knew the game they were playing, otherwise why did he keep it up for so long?

As his lips brushed against her cheek, he appeared to pause and gaze down at her for the longest second. This, she could not stand, so she stretched up to kiss him. It was a clear relief to the both of them from their telling exhale after they parted briefly. When their lips connected again, she draped her hands around his neck and he pressed her even closer to his body. It was all so easily done, like they had been doing it for all these years. Just as it was so natural for him to graze his hands down her thigh, leading her to raise a leg around his hips. Conveniently, the couch was directly behind him, and he sat, keeping her close. Now straddling his waist, there was a new intensity, and he groaned when she pressed herself against his erection.

There was a moment when she thought, they should stop here, regroup, plan to go on a date at least to discuss things further, but it slipped past when his hands went up her shirt. Between their delicate pecks on the lips, he grazed her tongue with his and the boxers she had been borrowing would most definitely reveal her excitement as a result.

She moved to kiss his cheek and he whispered, "I take it you're staying?" She knew him enough to guess this was filled with sarcasm and she smiled against his jaw, leaning in to kiss his ear, "Only if I can keep this shirt."

With that he grabbed her arse, pressing her tighter against his erection, "Absolutely not Granger, you'll wear all the luck out of it."

She gazed at him, studying him studying her, perhaps curious if his grab of her backside might have been the wrong move. To put things back on track, she peeled off his Slytherin shirt and tossed it behind her, fully aware that she had nothing underneath.

"That's fine Malfoy, I don't need any luck."

Unprepared for her to do that so quickly, his face altered from worry to surprise. Her heart was beating fast, hoping that what she had to offer was plenty enough for him. Thankfully his curtains were mostly closed; she hardly knew this neighborhood, but still valued her modesty. He leaned up, and kissed her lips softly at first, and then they were back at it, pressing against each other until he began to peel off his own shirt as well. Merlin, it felt like heaven, both their bare chests pressed against each other. He looked as if he had been keeping up with Quidditch all these years, though she had no recollection of him continuing with the sport. As her knees dug into his leather couch, she lifted herself slightly to adjust, and his fingertips grazed the waistline of the boxers she had borrowed. Yes, she wanted them off—they too had become a burden—and she was in no mood for any interruptions. Moving to stand up, she pulled them off and caught him staring. Eager to match her move, he shuffled his pajama bottoms off.

She only glanced down at his erection, finally able to fill in the blanks from earlier that morning on what his light blonde trail led down to. He raised his hands slightly to request her return, and she obliged.

As she began to sink her knees into the couch, straddling him again, the palms of his hands welcomed her hips and slipped up to the sides of her breasts. She leaned in to kiss him, slightly nervous on how it would feel to be fully connected to him. His erection now pressed against her, she could not help but wrap her hand around it, which made him roll his head back.

"Fuck, Granger."

Then he leaned forward, his forehead resting against hers, as she continued to stroke him. He pecked her on her lips, and whispered, "Are you...you're…"

Assuming, she filled in his words, "Yes, I'm sure…"

Then he smiled and shook his head, "No, I mean- Are you… protected?" The last of his words struggling to come out as she rolled her fingers over the tip of his cock.

Hermione felt flush. Right, it was perhaps quite obvious that she was ready , but was she prepared? She nodded, "Yes."

She had a contraception spell on her regularly, mostly because it was advised by healers, not that she had any need for it recently, or at least, up until now. Then it hit her, she had not had sex in ages . What if this was not going to feel as good as she had hoped? She had been so cheeky in taking off the lucky shirt, and straddling him felt so natural, like some everyday occurrence. She swallowed hard, gaging his erection in her hands. He was well above average, or maybe she was just naive. She really only had a few wizards to compare to.

"Granger?"

She must have been in a daze, because even though she had been slowly pulling him off, he noticed. She leaned in to kiss him to avoid any further questioning, but he paused, placing his hand on hers where she was stroking him. "We don't have to, I like this, and it's more than enough…"

Hermione exhaled, who would have known Draco Malfoy was a gentlemen, she had always imagined he would have been more aggressive, though this was all very new between them. She leaned in, "No, it's not that, it's just…"

She could not just spill this information out, and for some reason, she flashed back to their insults the night before, where he claimed that no wizard would want to be with her, along with her rebuttals on his lonely nights. Honestly they could really rile each other up, truth or not. She gave a slight laugh and murmured, "It's just… cobwebs."

He paused, and leaned back to give her a good look, and thankfully Draco Malfoy had not been too drunk to remember what he had said at their Christmas party bickering session. Then he huffed, smirking, "Yeah, well, me too."

There they were, fully naked, on a couch in a flat, admitting that neither one of them had gotten laid in a while. "Really, I just assumed…" Hermione trailed.

"Granger, you have no idea how much restraint it's taking so as to not to explode from this."

She looked down, as she had been absenmindling been stroking his erection, now slowing her movement down considerably.

They both smiled, and she gazed at his flushed cheeks in contrast to his blond hair. She was curious what her own hair had looked like, it was probably the usual mess. Snapping out of it from the touch of his palms gliding across her thighs, his thumbs reaching the crevice of her pelvic bone, just inches away from her entrance. She did not want them to stop, and it was clear he was waiting for her to decide.

She leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I don't want to stop, but maybe we take it slow."

He exhaled and nodded, and with that she guided center over his cock, her knees gauging how low her hips would sink. At first she thought it would be easy enough, she was soaking and he slipped in so smoothly at first, but then as she let her weight lower, there was a tightening that caused her to freeze. Morgana's Mercy, she was basically a virgin again. No, this would not stop her, she knew she had to push through it, and she tried not to show any difficulty by kissing him and placing both of her hands over his neck for leverage.

He mewled between their kisses as she slipped down onto his cock with delicate dips, slowly pushing past her breaking point. There, she was finally past any sort of pain, and she eagerly began to rock up and down on his erection. He grabbed her arse and kissed her neck, it was ecstasy pressed up against him. Somehow her mind kept repeating, "you're fucking Draco Malfoy". The self revelation managed to turn her on even more, and she began to speed up, wanting more of this delicious cock plunging inside of her. Their breathing was rapid and when they could, they kissed each other, and she nearly fell apart completely when he drew his thumbs up against her clit, and gazed at her like he had suddenly become enlightened.

They began at a steady pace, and because she was on top, she knew she had to lead, and perhaps got carried away breaking her promise to go slow. He moaned, unable to speak as she continued to grind against him. He did not seem to mind the altered pace, and she could sense that she was already beginning to peek. She supposed she could warn him, though it was not as easy as she guessed, speaking.

"Draco...I'm…"

That's all he needed to hear which got him excited enough to grip her arse tight, their bodies pressed against each other, rocking in rhythm. As he was thrusting into her, the slight intolerable exits from her centered had her aching for its return. Her clit was now slipping against his abdomen in such a pattern, that she wished the build up of her orgasm could last forever. They were both panting, not even caring how loud they might have been, but she was certain that at least one of his neighbors might have heard her moaning loudly as she orgasmed. The brief tightening of her body soon shivered with elation, and she could not have been gripping Draco's neck any harder. His head was down against her breast and his lips vibrated against her skin from his low groan and she could tell he had peaked as well.

Draco lifted his head up, and they ended up leaning their foreheads against each other, in between catching their breath, he kissed her lips. They were both sprinkled with sweat, and sat there just like that for a long moment. Hermione thought to shift and sit on the couch, but when she did he held her tight. "Malfoy, I'm not leaving…"

Somehow that was enough, and he loosed his grip and she detached herself from the heat of his body and sat next to him to rest, unaware of the ache in her hips until now. He shifted so that they ended up laying next to each other on the couch, his arm propped up behind her neck, and once again they seemed to fit like a puzzle piece. She wondered what he thought of it all, until he whispered, "Are you okay?"

She hummed turning sideways against his body, her back pressed into the cushions, "Yes, much better now."

He adjusted to look at her better, "Meaning?"

She took a second before speaking, staring across his bare chest, past the drapes that were adjusted in such a way that allowed only a peek of the morning light into the room. She began to focus her eyes and noticed that it was snowing. He followed her gaze, turning his head in the same direction watching it fall as well. It was quiet as they both watched the sprinkling of snow through this one small view of the window right next to the small tabletop christmas tree she had noticed earlier. Hermione's mind was delightfully numb and it was peaceful. Draco's arm gave her a light squeeze implying she should continue, but she did not want to ruin the moment, considering what she wanted to say may sound odd if spoken out loud.

"Well, it was actually quite painful... to not kiss you, or… I mean I wouldn't just go up and do that..."

She squinted her eyes, it was not exactly what she meant, and it was definitely not winning on poetry or romance. She wanted to explain that every time she saw him at work, or ran into him in the canteen for a coffee she wanted more than to just make an attempt to be civil. It was just painful continuing on this act of despising him. He made a huff sound, and turned back to her, tracing her bare hips with the pads of his fingers.

"It was. Let's not do that anymore."

And with that, they had finally agreed on something that had been left unsaid after all the years they had worked together. It was small but magical, like the discovery of snow through the corner of a window, but it meant so much more.

It probably took them over an hour to even budge, between pecks on the lips and gazing at each other in a whole new perspective. Finally they managed to get up and slip on their previous clothes. Draco went to the kitchen to put on more coffee and to find what else he actually had to eat. Hermione sat down, watching him from afar, and when he handed her the mug of coffee, she raised it high to offer a toast to their new found relationship, "To Coffee."

He clinked her mug, and leaned in to kiss her cheek and whispered, "...and to cobwebs."

Author's Note:
Thank you so much, I was BOTWP for beta'ing this piece. It's been collecting dust for years and I'm finally posting it! Any and all other edits are my own mistakes, especially the last chapter.