I Choose You

Ch 4 : All I Need Is You

Every kiss from Draco Malfoy was something new. Their first kiss, their first real kiss, had been almost impulsive, as though he had not known what else to do but kiss her. The second had been a kiss of trust. Their kisses in the corridor had been fire and passion, almost as though they had lost all control, and they nearly had.

This kiss now, however, was something sweet and timid. Hermione never expected it from him, that anything about Draco Malfoy could be described as timid. It felt as though he was scared, scared of his confession, scared of how she would react. Instead of feeling scared, however, Hermione felt a thrill. Excitement. Joy. Desire. Wanted.

Her head tipped back as he kissed her, and she let him lead, let him slowly explore her mouth. She didn't push forward, instead allowing him to feel her body against his, until eventually, he started pulling back - and then she threw caution to the wind, and made her move.

Up on her tiptoes, Hermione ran her fingers into his hair and tugged at the roots, bringing him back to her level. The gasp from his lips spurred her on, but any other noise escaping from him was swallowed as she parted her lips, not willing to retreat. She didn't release his hair until his grip around her waist tightened, and then they were lost, lost together. It felet as though their magic wrapped around them, and she almost froze, scared that the magic would push them too fast once more. Instead, it almost flowed between them.

The magic was happy, she realized after a moment. Happy because they were coming together, because nothing was going to stop them. She relaxed, and felt Draco relax with her.

"Bed?" he asked softly, and she could see fear in his eyes when she opened her own to look up at him.

She gave him a smile, wanting to set him at ease, and tried to nod. Instead, her teeth caught her bottom lip, and she watched his eyes go straight to it, his breath catching.

"Just watch," she said with a grin, and she stepped back from him, as much as she could. His grip on her tightened for a moment, as though he was scared to release her, but his hold on her dropped as she walked around him, one hand on the bedpost.

Looking back over her shoulder, she watched her husband's eyes slide over her body, down, down until they were... oh yes. Her husband was staring straight at her back end. She knew that her breasts were a nice handful, but she thought her backside was by far her best attribute, particularly with the garterbelt, ribbons, stockings, and lace knickers. The roundness of her cheeks were peeking out of the bottom, and when she climbed up onto the bed with just one knee, his jaw dropped, breath quickening.

"See something you like?" she said with a tease, and in seconds he was crossing the room, seeming to forget that she had told him to watch.

Hermione didn't mind, however - she simply rolled over onto her back, watching as her husband pounced. Her head hit a pillow, and then he was climbing on top, one leg between hers, so close she could almost feel his knee against her center. Her breath caught at that, and she suddenly imagined herself riding his leg - something, perhaps, for another day.

"I thought I told you to just watch," she murmured, batting her lashes at him, and lifting her gaze slowly up to his eyes.

"I need you," he confessed, and he dipped down to kiss her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, and then her lips.

After that, it was a blur.

One moment, they were kissing, bodies pressed together, and the next he was rolling onto his back, pulling her over top of him. Their bodies ground together, and she imagined that this was what a normal Muggle girl would be doing with her boyfriend, blindly groping, touching, exploring over clothes. It felt so normal, so simple -