A/N: *Beetlejuice voice* IT'S SHOWTIME!

Draco's eyes landed on hers as soon as he stepped through and he didn't bother trying to mask the surprise on his face when he found his wife lounging on one of the chaise lounges, wearing nothing but a green satin slip which reached the top of her knees on a generous day, which today was obviously not, and left very little to the imagination. His eyes raked down her figure, taking in the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the legs that went on and on, despite her short stature, all the way down to her bare toes.

He swallowed and tried to look nonchalant. "Well don't you look lovely tonight, Granger." His voice sounded a bit rough even to his own ears. Fuck, she looked delicious.

Her lips quirked into a smirk that instantly told him that she was up to something. "Yes," she said. She wore red lipstick that made his cock twitch as he imagined sliding his member between those lips, over her tongue…

Draco tried to busy himself with dusting off some of the floo powder, discreetly moving his outer robes over the erection that was never far away, even when Hermione was fully clothed. Now, though, it was very aware and very interested. He felt his heart begin to pound as he realized that she hadn't once taken her eyes off of him. She hadn't even blinked. He started to ask her what the occasion was, or something equally cheeky, but she had other ideas.

She took another drink from the mug in her hand and he watched her throat swallow the liquid, which immediately made Draco think of her swallowing around his cock and he swallowed reflexively. She noticed, and a blush crept up her cheeks, but she slowly set the mug down on the table in front of her and tossed him a small vial. He caught it dazedly, Seeker reflexes coming out to play while his mind was otherwise occupied trying to map the skin above Hermione's knees.

"Do you know what that is?" Hermione asked him, swinging her feet down to the floor.

He tensed, immediately trying to work out what kind of trick this was. The half-filled vial was clear, like water, and he assumed that he would be unable to find any odor as he removed the stopper. Veritaserum. His adrenaline spiked as he met his wife's eager gaze and he frantically tried to cast his mind back over the last few months in an attempt to figure out which of his actions could possibly have triggered this event. What secrets did she want him to spill? He could use Occlumency to resist the serum, but he didn't want to have to lie to her. "Have I given you some reason to doubt me?" he asked.

"No," Hermione immediately answered. "No, sorry, it's not for you." She glanced at her mug, sitting innocently on the table and Draco's brows pulled together in confusion as he realized that she had used the Veritaserum on herself. What the hell was she thinking?

"I don't understand," he said cautiously.

Hermione bit her lip, watching his eyes flit to her mouth and then back up, and took pity on him. Poor little Slytherin, always expecting a trick when she was trying to give him a treat. "Ask me anything you want."

Do you love me?

Will you ever love me?

Are we going to have sex tonight?

Can I taste you?

Are you happy being my wife?

"Do you really like the curtains I picked out for the house?"

Hermione's eyes widened in shock and then she let out a peal of pure laughter. "No," she gasped out in between giggles. "I hate them. They're so…ornate. But you seemed to really like them and I wanted to you be happy. I don't really care about curtains, Draco."

Draco's smile was a mixture of amusement and confusion. "But I thought you'd like them because they're sodding Gryffindor colors."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And this is exactly why I wanted to do this. Well, I didn't think you were going to start asking about the curtains, but I thought we needed to clear some things up." She nodded toward the vial. "I brewed it myself, you know. Veritaserum is very difficult to find right now, even with friends at the Ministry, but the ingredients aren't. Had to wait a whole month for this." She licked her lips, even though they both knew she couldn't taste anything. "It's very strong." She looked down at his fist, which was gripping the vial of Veritaserum hard. "Ask me what I want."

"What do you want?" he asked huskily.

"I want you to make love to me. Tonight."

He swallowed hard, his erection jumping against the seam of his trousers. He tried to remember all the reasons they shouldn't, the reasons he had just used to defend himself when Blaise and Theo told him that she was definitely ready if she was seeking him out to snog the life out of him. The memory of her pained expression as that fucking Weasel told her she needed to relax flashed across his mind.

She was watching his expression carefully. When he opened his mouth to say something, she pressed on. "Ask me if I'm ready."

"Are you ready?"

She smiled up at him. "So ready." He started to move toward her, but she held up her hand. "Ask me-" she hesitated. "Ask me what I'm afraid of."

He frowned. "What are you afraid of?"

She nibbled again on her bottom lip and hesitated for the first time to meet his gaze. "Disappointing you," she said softly. He started to protest, but she cut him off. "I've only had sex three times and all three of those times were very painful, but every time you kiss me, I feel more in those kisses than I ever did during sex. Draco, I want you so much, but I'm afraid that I'm not going to be able to…react the way you want. You saw how angry Ron was-"

"-Fucking prick," Draco interjected.

"-but what you didn't see was the fight we had the time before when he complained when I wouldn't participate." Her hands fluttered in her lap and she was red from the roots of her hair to the top of her breasts. "I don't do much because, well, I can't imagine what would feel good."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Draco practically growled. "And you will never disappoint me. Never." He ran a hand through his hair, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Shit, Hermione, I've waited for you for so long. I would wait forever for you if you wanted me to."

Her heart squeezed at those words and she felt tears beginning, but she pushed them back. Her own voice was deeper and huskier as she shakily stood up, only a few steps away from him, and said softly, "Ask me if I love you."

He froze.

He stopped breathing.

"Draco, ask me."

His palms were sweaty. He could tell by the look on her face that she thought she knew the answer, but what if she didn't? It would wreck him. Better to wait another month, or six, before doing this. "It's okay. You don't have to," he whispered.

Hermione stepped toward him and he automatically mirrored her action, bringing them almost toe to toe. "Ask me," she insisted. "You need to hear it this way."

And he realized that he did. He had spent so much of his life secretly wanting the woman who stood before him- his wife- that now, on the cusp of finally getting everything he wanted but never believed would be possible, he didn't believe her. It couldn't be true. "Hermione, the things I've done…" His voice was pained.

"Then ask me if I forgive you," Hermione said.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Yes. Of course I do, you silly man. I spoke at your trial, or have you forgotten?"

He was staring at her upturned face, trying to memorize every dip and facet of her features, for she had never been more beautiful than she was to him in this moment as she gave him a slice of his freedom. "I could never forget. You did homework for me."

She nodded, the top of her curls bouncing and tickling his chin. "Now ask me, Draco, please. And then take me to bed."

A long moment of silence stretched out between them, him gazing down at her with swirling pools of grey fear, her meeting his gaze with warm chocolate. Finally, he whispered, "Do you love me?"

Without hesitation, she murmured, "I love you, Draco Malfoy," and then her lips were on his and he stopped fighting.

She tasted like tea, honey, and sunshine. Draco groaned into her mouth as his arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand slid up to her neck, pressing her as close as he could. His tongue invaded her mouth and she answered his groan, arching into him and pressing her full body against his chest. He took her mouth, pouring the passion and the want he'd been carrying around for nearly a decade into her, and groaned once more as her hands tentatively slid into his hair.

He pulled his mouth away to trail kisses from the corner of her lips, across her cheek, sucking and nipping gently at her earlobe. "Touch me, Hermione," he whispered, hands roving over her back and the globes of her rear. "Anything you do will be amazing." He squeezed her bottom as he rolled his hips into her, causing Hermione to gasp and tug at Draco's hair. He made sure to moan right in her ear as he pressed against her again.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, before licking the shell of her ear and pressing his lips to her neck. He licked and sucked at her pulse point, occasionally biting down just to hear her whimper. Her hands were tracing patterns across his shoulders, her nails accidentally dragging across his skin as she pressing her hand to the back of his neck, holding him there to keep the delicious onslaught of his tongue and teeth right there. She whimpered again and the sound went straight to his cock.

His fingers deftly crawled up from her waist to the side of her breast, kneading the flesh there softly, listening as she hummed, smiling as she pressed into his hand. His thumb swiped gently across her nipple, already beginning to harden under the thin barrier of silk, and he swallowed her gasp with his mouth, returning to taste her again. Draco wanted nothing more than to rip this tiny piece of fabric off and bury himself in her until they both couldn't breathe, but he knew he had to take his time. Don't overwhelm her. Don't scare her.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers gently and watched Hermione bite her lip to hold in the noises. Well that certainly wouldn't do. He pressed his forehead to hers, the fingers that had been pulling at her nipple now cupping her cheek as his other hand began the same process on her other breast. Their eyes locked as he kneaded, circled, pulled. "I want to hear you, Hermione." He captured her bottom lip and bit down just as he pinched her nipple, causing her to body to jerk. A gasp fell from her lips. His hand fell from her cheek to grip her hip hard, his fist bunched around the satin, now slippery and warm from her body.

"I-" she whispered.

His lips moved back to hers. "What do you want, little love?" he asked, silently praising his delectable wife for her Gryffindor recklessness in taking that Veritaserum.

Unable to resist the direct question, Hermione blushed. "I want to kiss you too," she murmured, fingertips running up and down his neck. "But how do I find the right spot?"

"I'll show you." Draco dropped his lips to her neck once more, placing light kisses all over her skin until he found that spot that made her arch into him. "Feel that?" he breathed against her skin.

"Yes," she nodded vigorously.

He laved at the spot, sucking hard and grinning as he felt her hips shift forward to meet his. He ground his cock into her as a reward and she moaned low in her throat. "You're mine." He bit down on her neck and sucked again, marking her as his with a love bite.

Her fingers were digging into his biceps tightly as he pulled back from her neck, licking his lips and feeling his whole body react to seeing the red, shimmering skin of her throat. His. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that this night was about pleasing her, about making sure that she felt, and felt, and felt.

Hermione pressed her lips to the side of his neck and Draco tilted his head to the side to allow her more access. His hands fell to her waist, pulling her in as her lips were featherlight against his skin. She reached his pulse point and his hands tightened against her waist, silently guiding her. Studious as ever, Hermione's tongue flicked out to taste his skin and he growled low, tipping his head back as she softly sucked at his skin. "Yes," he groaned. "Just like that."

She hummed happily and began to suck and lick more fervently. Ron had never been patient with her like this. It had always been rushed, even when they had had all night to explore, it was still a rush and fumble, and then pain and frustration. He didn't care about foreplay because he didn't need it. But Draco seemed intent about making good on his promise. He was trying to make her combust. This was exquisite.

Draco heard her take a small breath before she pressed up higher and nipped at his ear and he rewarded her by slamming his lips back on hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and apparating them into their bedroom with a crack. They both stumbled as they landed and Draco steadied her with a hand on her arm. His eyes were dark and intense as he stared at her like he could see through her to her soul. "Are you okay?" he asked, and Hermione knew he wasn't asking about the bumpy apparation trip from downstairs.

"Yes."

He cupped her cheek in his hand, slowly walking them back until they hit the wall. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"God, yes," she replied, and then blushed when he smirked down at her. Her fingers reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he gripped her hands, brushing soft kisses across her knuckles before pressing both sets of joined hands to the wall next to her head. Her breath hitched and his smirk widened.

"Good." His lips found the hollow of her throat and he pressed kisses along her clavicle before moving down to lick along the swell of her breasts where the satin met her skin. He could do this forever, his nose pressed against her soft flesh, inhaling her scent like he needed it to breathe. He cupped her breasts through her slip, feeling his cock swell with pride as Hermione's eyelids fluttered closed and she let her head fall back against the wall with a soft thump. He nibbled gently at the top of each breast as he brushed the tiny straps off her shoulders and then with one small tug, the slip puddled at her feet.

Draco didn't give her time to feel embarrassed about her state of undress. He also didn't give himself time to think about how she hadn't worn knickers and was now completely bare in front of him. Completely bare. His lips and teeth closed over her left breast immediately and he sucked hard, teeth rolling her nipple before soothing it with his tongue. Hermione gasped as the combination sent a jolt straight through her core. He kissed his way across her sternum and repeated the process with her other breast as she squirmed.

His lips returned to hers, his head jerking up so fast that they almost knocked foreheads. A nervous giggle slipped through Hermione's lips and Draco grinned into the kiss, tongue already licking at the seam of her lips and delving in, hot and demanding.

His knee nudged one of hers, wanting her to open up and let him in, and she froze.

There it was. The moment he'd been waiting for. Draco slowly pulled himself back from the kiss, watching as Hermione's eyes remained closed for a long moment before they opened, confused, finding him taking a step back from her.

"I'm sor-" she began.

"Shh, shh, love," he quieted her. His hands moved to unbutton his shirt and he was thrilled to watch as her curious eyes zeroed in on his hands, watching as his long fingers caressed each button before slipping it through the hole, dragging his fingertips down the small patch of material before repeating the process. That's it, Granger. Watch the fingers. She swallowed hard when he finished with the last button, letting his hands fall to his waist, brushing almost accidentally over the tent in his trousers. She bit her lip.

"Draco," she whispered, and the look in her eyes had him moments away from coming.

He slipped the shirt off his shoulders, baring his torso to her. Then, those long fingers reached for his belt. She couldn't tear her eyes away as he pulled the belt free of the loops and tossed it down at his feet. "Do you trust me?" Draco finally asked.

Hermione could feel the effects of the Veritaserum fading, but she was still pleased by how easily the answer was pulled from her mind. "Yes."

He let out a shaky breath at her readiness. "I'd like to use the binding spell again." He toed off his shoes and leaned back against their bed to pull off his socks, his eyes never leaving her face.

Hermione's hazy brain snapped to attention. "The binding spell," she repeated, resisting the overwhelming urge to cover herself.

"I'll be able to feel if you're in any pain and if you are, I'll fix it. Plus, I think it could be quite pleasurable for both of us."

Hermione huffed, using this as the perfect opportunity to cross her arms over her breasts. "I'd tell you if I was in pain."

Draco stood pressed back up against her, forcing her hands away from her chest and tipping her face up to look at his. "Would you?"

The compulsion still left in the serum had her stuttering out, "N-no. Damn it."

"That's what I thought. I think the spell will help us work through those scratched nerves of yours," he murmured, his nose pressed into her hair as he licked and nibbled at her ear. She shifted against him, trying to rub her hips against his, and he pulled away to look into her eyes once more. "Can I do it?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes." She was overwhelmed by his care for her. He closed his eyes to murmur the spell and something about those two words, whispered against her lips, and the warmth that spread through her stomach, brought her full circle.

Conjunctionis Ligavaris.

Draco took deep breaths, his eyes closed so that he could focus on all the sensations he was now feeling. Pain was easy. Pain could be endured. But pleasure…pleasure licked and tingled and sparked, igniting a wildfire in his veins. It took him a moment to find the threads, to separate her pleasure from his. Once he found it, he dropped to his knees.

"You don't, you don't have to-" Hermione stuttered as Draco leaned in and began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the underside of her breasts, working his way leisurely down her stomach. Oh Merlin, he was going to go down on her. His hands traced circles on her hips and she grabbed them, trying to pull him back up. "Draco, please," she begged and the thread inside him shuddered with fear.

He looked up at her, refusing to be tugged up. "What's wrong, little love? What are you afraid of?"

"Nothing," Hermione lied, and Draco looked up sharply, realizing that the Veritaserum had finally worn off. When he just sat there on his knees before her, looking like her own alabaster god, Hermione groaned in embarrassment and said, "I can't um, come like this. I've tried before. It must have been almost twenty minutes and nothing happened."

Draco tentatively reached out with his core, inspecting the thread. Like the healer in the memory had said, it wasn't broken. Just a bit scratched and shy, if anything. He experimented with sending a little burst of his own excitement down the thread and watched in awe as Hermione whimpered, her hand curling into a fist on his shoulder and then stroking down his neck. The thread hummed.

His head reached out the stroke the insides of her knees, silently begging her to let him in. She was gnawing on her bottom lip and he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her right knee, the one he could tell through the bond had been healed more and was slightly weaker. "Twenty minutes is nothing, Granger," he said, his voice rough as he forced himself to meet her gaze and not look at her sweet little pussy right in front of his face. "That's hardly getting started. Let me use my tongue on you. You're already halfway there, love. Let me taste you."

She gave in then, leaning back against the wall and allowing him to gently hook her right knee over his shoulder. He ran his fingertips up her calves and thighs before using the pad of one finger to gently swipe at her slit. Hermione's whole body jerked and Draco groaned when his finger came away wet. "Fuck, love, you're wet already," he gasped, the hand on her waist gripping her tightly as he stroked her again. He felt the relief shudder through her thread and silently cursed the Weasel for making her afraid of this.

"Mmmm," she moaned as he added a second finger, swirling around her opening and lightly brushing over her clit. Draco teased the little bud, brushing over it, then circling it, only to bump it again almost like an accident, pulling away just slightly each time Hermione unconsciously rocked her hips into his hand.

Fuck, he wanted to come so badly.

Imagining they were another part of his anatomy, Draco dipped his fingers into her opening, feeling a warm sensation greet him as some of her wetness, trapped inside, dripped onto his fingers. He groaned and pushed his forehead into her stomach, panting slightly as the feel of her overwhelmed his senses. "That's it, my love," he rasped, nipping at her hip bone. "You're so deliciously wet Hermione. Fuck, I've waited so long to feel you on my tongue."

Hermione was squirming against his fingers as Draco drew them out slowly, making sure that he had her full attention before he sucked them into his mouth, closing his eyes in pleasure at the taste. A moment later, those fingers were back teasing her slit, swirling her arousal around her clit. Hermione gasped. So this is what everyone meant by 'hot and bothered'. She could definitely see the appeal.

"Oh yes," she gasped as Draco dipped his fingers into her again, this time curling them and rubbing against that perfect spot. "Ohh!"

He pumped her slowly, being careful not to push in too deep. Not yet. His fingers stroked her inner walls and he watched her face as each pass of his fingers made her twist and gasp. "I imagined this in that shower, Granger," he told her, feeling his ego swell as she had to force herself to open her eyes and look down at him. "Wanted you to ride my fingers and my tongue until you couldn't stand anymore. And then I wanted to fuck you all night." Her eyes were dark pools of chocolate, eyes blown wide, her cheeks flushed pink and her hair frizzing slightly from the sweat that was beginning to bead her body. "I didn't do you justice, though. You look like a goddess, baby."

He finally, finally pressed his mouth to her, breathing in her delicious scent as his tongue flicked out to run up her slit to her clit where he sucked hard, just as his fingers pressed up inside her. Hermione cried out, her body clenched around his fingers reflexively and her walls fluttered. The thread hummed.

"Was that-" she gasped, staring down at where Draco's tongue was still circling her folds. "Was that an orgasm?"

Draco's eyes crinkled and she had never seen him look so thrilled before, but he shook his head and grinning, tongue swiping at his bottom lip to savor her juices. "Oh Granger, if you think that's an orgasm, you're in for a long night."

And then he dove back in and showed her what an orgasm was.

Hermione thought she was on fire, burning from the inside out. Her hips were rocking against Draco's face in time to the thrusting of his fingers. He was licking and sucking on her clit and the slurping sounds he was making were positively sinful. She didn't feel in control of her own body, one hand coming up to squeeze her breast while the other dove into Draco's silky hair, dragging her nails across his scalp. He clearly liked that, as his pumping increased.

She felt it building, the great and terrible it that had been so unachievable. She began to tremble, fearing that it would come, but that she wouldn't, that it would slip away like the tide, brushing against the beach but never cresting. And then, just as soon as the fear entered her mind, it was gone and Draco shuddered. His eyes, which had been closed as he savored her, shot open to stare up at her and she was unable to look away.

His fingers sped up slightly, fingertips pressing just a bit harder inside her, and his tongue swirled around her clit several times before he sucked hard, ever so gently taking her bud in his teeth and rolling it, sucking again. Her breath was coming faster and faster, and her hands gripped him tight enough that his eyes rolled slightly back in his head, but he refused to relinquish his pace. Over and over again, he sucked, rolled, sucked, pressed, licked and repeated, until she was a quivering, panting mess.

He felt her walls begin to tighten and she began to keen his name, completely forgetting her earlier embarrassment at making noise. "Draco," she gasped. "Draco, yes!"

With one more lick, his eyes met hers and he sucked hard at her clit, thrusting his fingers up and forward, hitting that sweet spot and causing her to shatter. She cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders and riding his hand and face as he stroked her through her orgasm, watching in awe as her face contorted into one of pure pleasure. She seemed to glow.

The heat sizzling through the thread nearly knocked him over and he hastily dropped the thread before it caused him to come as well. His hands were shaking from the strain, from her fear he had swallowed for her, and from the fucking thrill of watching her come on his tongue. "Holy fuck," he whispered, to no one in particular.

When Hermione's shudders had died down, Draco slid his slick fingers out of her and leaned forward to lick her once more, grinning as she bucked against him, too sensitive for much more. "Ahh," she groaned, pulling her knee off his shoulder and sliding down the wall to sit in front of him, still trembling.

Her eyes were wide, disbelieving, and she had the hazy look of someone who had just had a good fuck. "Oh my god," she murmured, leaning forward to press her lips to his in a messy kiss. "You did it. Oh my god you did it!"

Draco, secretly relieved, grinned at her smugly. "Course I did, Granger. What else did you expect?" He winked at her to show he was playing, and then made a show of raising his fingers, still glistening with her come, to his lips.

Hermione, however, had other ideas. She grabbed his wrist and sent her own wink right back at his confused face, pausing for only a moment before her tongue flicked out to brush against his fingertips, and then she took his fingers all the way into her mouth.

Draco's eyes bulged. "Fuck!" he gasped, pressing his other hand to his crotch to avoid coming in his trousers like a Third Year. Her mouth was soft and hot and far too wet for him to maintain his sanity. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, licking herself off, delving in between the digits to capture every drop. She kept her eyes fixed on him until she released his fingers with a tiny slurp. His jaw was hanging open and she capitalized, fusing her lips to his and dipping her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his, letting him taste her on her tongue.

He groaned and a fist shot into her hair, gripping tightly, roughly tugging as he slanted his lips over hers and fucked her mouth. His hips jerked up and he groaned again, which reminded Hermione of what she had set out to do. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him back and murmured against his lips, "Bed."

Draco's eyes were clouded with lust, the color of a riotous tempest. His white skin was flushed a light pink and his mouth was red and swollen. He blinked and tried to focus on her, focus on where they were, and then he realized that they were in a heap on the floor.

He winced as he stood, his cock so painfully hard that it ached. He tried to pull Hermione up to throw her down on their bed so that he could finally sink into her, but she shook her head and knelt at his feet, a mirror image of him earlier, and reached for the closure on his trousers.

"Hermio-" he started, reaching for her hands but she slapped them away and smiled up at him.

"Let me return the favor, Draco." She was already pulling his trousers down his legs, urging him to step out of them, and he was suddenly unable to do anything other than obey.

After a moment, the haze lightened and he realized what was happening.

"Can you-" he began, but Hermione's fingertips lightly rubbing over the bulge in his pants nearly made him swallow his tongue.

"Can I feel the bond?" she helped him along. He nodded and moaned as she rubbed him again. "I can. I didn't realize it last time. I just thought I was feeling my own pain. But this time, this time I can feel so much more." She tugged him pants down, watching as his cock bobbed free. "I can feel how much you want to come. And I think you've more than earned it." His hips jerked forward at her words, precum dribbling down the head of his cock.

As much as it killed him, he tried again. "You don't have t-"

"Shh, my love," she said, parroting his words back at him. She gripped his thick shaft and his legs nearly buckled. "I don't have a lot of experience, but I know I like doing this." She pumped his shaft once and his hands curled into fists at his sides. "I want to please you. I took a little of your confidence," she murmured, her lips a hairsbreadth from his silky skin. "I hope that's okay." His eyes were molten as the watched her pump him again. "Will you um, guide me?" She'd officially run out of sexy things to say to him.

He didn't seem to care. He nodded and gasped, "Just suck me, please, Hermione. Please, whatever you want."

She wet her lips, which had him groaning low in his throat, and then he was groaning for a whole other reason as she took him into her mouth and sucked. Her eyes rolled back as she rolled her tongue over the head of his cock, swiping at the precum there and sucking. She wanted more. He tasted salty and she loved the taste of him, the feel of him heavy in her mouth and barely able to fit.

She sucked, her cheeks hollowing out and Draco's legs shook. One hand fisted again in her hair but he didn't put any pressure, just delved his fingers into her curls like they would ground him to her. Her lips slid over the velvety skin of his member and the muscles in his stomach jumped when he bumped the back of her throat. She gagged and winced at the sound, but Draco was busy murmuring the filthiest words she had ever heard as he begged her to keep going, told her she was beautiful, that she was his.

"Fuck, Hermione," he panted as her tongue rubbed the underside of his crown. "Your pretty red lips look so good wrapped around my cock." She took him deep and sucked hard as a reward for the praise and his hips stuttered forward. "Shit! Gonna fuck your mouth every day if you'll let me, baby."

She groaned around his length, sending shivers through both of them. Her hand was working the rest of his length, the inches she couldn't fit in her mouth and she found herself adjusting to the small rhythm of Draco's hips as he had begun to rock gently into her mouth. The hand not fisted in her hair was memorizing her face, cupping her jaw and tracing her lips as she opened as wide as she could and gave him everything she had.

She reached out to gently, hesitantly cup his balls, simultaneously reaching out to their threads and finding his, letting the pulsing that had settled between her legs at the sound of each of his moans flow through the bond.

His legs buckled and he gripped the bed behind him as everything tightened. "Fuck, fuck, Hermione, I'm going to come!" Instead of pulling away, she laved harder at the underside of his head, sucking and humming around his shaft. The hand that cupped his balls tightened just a bit – she remembered that balls were very sensitive bits of anatomy- and then he was spurting into her mouth and the thread between them thrummed so hard, she almost came again.

She swallowed him down, softly licking the last drops off of the swollen head, cleaning him on her tongue. He groaned and pulled her up off her knees, dragging them both onto the bed. She curled up next to him, their sweat causing them to slide against each other, and she hesitantly let her tongue run over his chest, just to taste him. He groaned and pulled her in tightly. "Merlin's balls, Hermione, I want to say something romantic, but I think you sucked my brains out through my cock."

The bond hummed with her undeniable relief and satisfaction.

They stared at each other as they caught their breaths. Her head was pillowed on his shoulder and as she stared into his grey eyes, more open to her in this moment than they had ever been before, she felt a wave of love swell up inside of her. "I love you," she breathed out. "I love you so much."

His arms tightened around her body and he pressed a lazy kiss to her lips. "I've loved you for so long. I thought you'd never be mine. And here you are."

"Is it everything you imagined?" she asked, thinking back to his memories of her.

"It's so much better," he promised without hesitation. Then, his cocky smirk was back and she felt something hard growing against her leg. "Ready for the best part?"

She tensed up at his words, imagining her three failed attempts, but he simply pressed a kiss to her mouth and said, "We'll go slow. We'll go so slow."

When she nodded, he shifted them up higher on the bed and proceeded to explore all of his favorite places from their first round. His mouth took hers, tongues dipping together and tangling until his pulled a groan from her lips. His grin against her mouth had her huffing in mock annoyance, which quickly turned into a moan as he rolled his hips against her, rocking his hardness against her belly.

"You're so gorgeous, my love, so perfect," he murmured into her ear as his hands began plucking at her nipples. She gasped again and he egged her on. "That's it, love. Nice and wet and ready for me."

Her back arched and her thighs rubbed together as she tried to alleviate some of the pressure building up inside her. Then his fingers were there, dipping inside, rubbing at her walls and his mouth was on her breasts. Hermione cried out for him, her hands fisting the sheets on the bed as she arched against him, sobbing as he flicked her bud once, then twice, before circling the swollen skin and plunging back inside.

She threw her head back and took a shuddering breath, amazed at how quickly she now responded to him. He ground his hips into hers, pushing her deeper into the mattress, and she instinctively bent her knees, using her feet to slot her hips up into his. His garbled reply was a jumble of swear words all trying to exit his brain at the same time. He was breathing hard, short puffs of hot air flaming across her body as he stubbornly kissed every inch he could find. She could feel him as he stroked her across her skin and through the bond at the same time and she tossed her head to the side, dragging in deep lungfulls of air.

"Please," she begged him, scraping her fingernails down his chest to watch him shiver.

He was back in an instant, chests and hips pressed together as he dipped his tongue so slowly into her mouth. "Please what," he rasped. His hips rolled up into hers, her slick arousal causing his shaft to slide easily through her lower lips.

But he held back.

"Anything you want," he promised, doing it again, mouthing at her breasts. "I'll give you whatever you want, Hermione."

"Please," she begged again. "Please make love to me. P-please fuck me."

Draco swore he was going to come right there, but he settled for kissing her deeply, his tongue fucking her mouth, showing her what came next. Her hands were scrabbling on his hips, his shoulders, dragging down his back. Anything to bring him closer.

He reached between them, gripping his cock and letting the head of it brush up against her pussy, letting her arousal coat his shaft. He felt Hermione tense as his head dipped into her. Gripping his shaft at the base so he didn't explode right there, he reached out for the bond, finding her thread and stroking it gently in time to his movements. He let only the head slip into her before he pulled back, teasing her over and over again until she was squirming under him, lifting her hips to try and draw him in further.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to take his time, allowing himself just a bit more of his shaft to sink into her, hissing in pleasure as it came out glistening wet. He tried not to think about how tight she was, tried to ignore the goddamn heat of her. He forced himself to stay in control.

Hermione was still shifting her hips, trying to work out the age-old rhythm of the push and pull, something she had never understood before but desperately wanted to understand now. Draco was easing back into her for another pass when she lifted her hips and he sank in deeper, sucked in easily by her wetness.

They both gasped and Draco's hand scrambled to her hip to pull out or push further, he didn't know. And then, he felt it. Slicing through his extreme pleasure was a sharp ache coming from Hermione. She was holding onto him so tightly, not breathing, with her face screwed up in pain. Immediately, Draco pulled the thread, letting the ache and pain strike his body instead of hers. She released a deep, shuddering breath just as the areas inside his hip bones shattered and squeezed. He gritted his teeth at the pain, realizing that if he was a woman, his whole reproductive system would be on fire right now.

Hermione was pressing a hand to his face, her eyes now concerned and bright with tears. "It's okay," she whispered, trying to pull him down to her. "It's okay I can take it. It wasn't that bad this time."

Draco let out a pained puff of air. Not as bad? He didn't want to imagine what it had been like before. He rested his forehead on her chest, pillowed on her breasts for a moment as he fought her for control of the thread. "I've got it," he grunted, nipping at her breast. Her hips rolled at the feel of his teeth on her flesh and they both groaned as he sunk a bit deeper into her body.

"Share it with me," she demanded, but he shook his head, sweat beading his brow and dripping into his eyes.

"It's better," he lied, and began to pull out again. Slowly this time, he eased into her, one hand on her hips to keep her from thrusting up too hard. The pain receded slightly, dulling to a strong throb.

He chanced to press a bit further, and just before he was fully seated, the throb eased up to an ache. He took a moment to let them adjust, but he could feel that Hermione was still uncomfortable, despite the transfer of pain.

He moved his hands under her rear, cupping the back of her thighs and tilting her hips up higher. They both gasped as he bottomed out in her and the throb fizzled away. Draco blinked several times to clear his mind and to make sure that the pain really was gone.

He glanced down at where they were joined as he pulled out, feeling her walls resist, trying to drag him back in and he pushed forward just as Hermione lifted one leg and pulled it up to her chest. The pleasure nearly choked them both as the threads zipped back and forth. "Fuck!" Hermione cried out.

Draco growled, pushing her leg up even closer to her chest and slowly pumping into her, forcing himself to still go slow, to check the bond. When he found nothing but pleasure, he pulled all the way out and let himself sink back into Hermione's slick heat. She mewled and he swore, and so the rhythm began.

Soon, her hips were stuttering and finding the tempo as he thrust into her, pulling all the way out before pressing back in, beginning to speed up as he felt her fingers tugging at his hair. He looked down to watch his cock slip in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds he pulled from her each time he retreated causing a tingle to reach all the way down to his toes. He swore he'd fuck her in every position known to man if she would just keep making those delicious noises. "Nnngh, yes," Draco moaned against her mouth, his tongue sliding against hers as they panted into each other's mouths.

Hermione was making the most delicious sounds, gasping his name and arching her back as he rocked into her. His cock would brush up against her front wall at nearly every pass; she found herself reduced to a writhing, sweaty mess on their sheets. Draco wasn't doing much better, alternating between open-mouthed gasps and a filthy dialogue each time his eyes locked on to where their bodies were joined.

"Aahh! Draco!" Hermione gasped as he pistoned his hips up at the last moment. Both their eyes rolled back in their heads and his hands gripped her thighs so hard she was sure he would leave bruises. "Oh my god," she groaned.

"You're so tight." He was biting his lip, almost like he was in pain, but his eyes burned for her. "You're so fucking tight. Merlin, you feel like you were made for me." His thrusts were speeding up and Hermione matched him thrust for thrust.

"Draco, Draco, yes," she babbled, feeling her orgasm drawing closer. "Please, yes!"

Draco's thrusts were getting erratic, but he gritted his teeth and drove into her again and again. He felt her walls flutter and he nearly sobbed with relief. "That's it, little love," he rasped. "Come for me, Hermione. Come for your husband. Come all over my cock, please baby!"

His words only turned her on more and she hardly heard herself as she whimpered, "Please, oh god please, please let me come!"

Draco waited until the very last moment, just as her body began to lock up and her walls began to clench around him, and then he moved his finger to her clit and rubbed hard. Hermione exploded around him, screaming out her release. She looked like an angel then, head thrown back, hair fanned out on his pillow, mouth open in the most beautiful O.

Draco felt bright light prick his eyes as he thrust hard into her, feeling her walls clench down around him, and then he was gone. He felt her pushing some of her orgasm at him through the bond and he thought he was going to die from the pleasure. It turned him inside out and he didn't even register that his hips were still moving inside her, filling her with his warm seed, until a few moments later when his was able to peel his eyes open.

Hermione was breathing hard, but she pulled Draco down against her chest, despite his weight, and nuzzled him. "You feel so good inside me," she whispered, and he could hear the catch in her voice. He looked up, alarmed, but she waved away his concern. "Happy tears," she promised, humming as his lips kissed away each one. "I never thought I would get to feel this way."

"You're amazing," he told her breathlessly. "I love you so much. How did I get this lucky?"

"You saved my life, several times in fact," she told him softly, pressing soft kisses to his chin. When he protested, she added, "And I guess I saved yours, in a way." He moved to pull out of her, but her walls were still clamped down on him and her arms tightened around his neck. "No, not yet," she begged.

Draco rolled them over, still joined, and tucked them both under the blankets. Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll, but he still ran his fingertips across Hermione's back, waist, bottom, and legs to convince himself that she was real. That they were really here. He grinned against her hair.

"What?" she asked sleepily.

"It's such a good spell," was all he said. She snuggled in close as her breathing evened out and he vowed never to let her go.

He would tell her one day about the scared little boy at Malfoy Manor, who had seen a girl he loved from afar about to die and had desperately used Conjunctionis Ligaveris, knowing that it was ancient magic, successful only for those with high enough magical core compatibilities to be soulmates. He never expecting it to actually work. It was that night that he let Potter steal his wand so that he could steal her away as well. And as he listened to the demons of hell scream their displeasure at the escape, he had promised himself that he would be better. He would be worthy of her one day.

Worthy of the ties that bind.

A/N: Hope you got some warm fuzzies out of this one! It was a pleasure writing it :)