Vanilla and apples invade his senses; he can practically taste them on his tongue. Draco would know that aroma anywhere. He glances down to find her looking up at him. Warm eyes focused on him. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to this. She grants him one of the teasing smiles that he loves so much. They're in the library again, of course. It's her favourite place in the whole manor, though she once divulged her particular fondness for the gardens. Hermione places her palm on his chest, right over his heart, then it snakes up to curl over his shoulder. He lets his arm wrap tighter around her waist.
Draco's favourite place is right here, in her arms. He is simply content to sit beside her, minor details like location be damned.
He leans down, resting his forehead against her, letting his own hand move up to cup her face. She nestles into his palm, welcoming his touch.
"Draco." The gentle sigh of his name is a command and he is eager to comply. He closes the distance between them; his lips meet hers. Hermione's fingers rake through his hair as she tugs him closer and he follows her lead.
He thinks he'd follow her anywhere. No, he's quite sure he'll never get used to this.
Draco pushes her back until she's lying down on the chaise with him draped across her, laving kisses down the slope of her neck, pushing the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. Hermione sighs contentedly and he thinks he could get lost in that sound. He leans back briefly, looking down at her flushed face and swollen lips, then lightly traces his fingers up her legs, taking advantage of the sundress that has ridden up to scrunch around her waist. She pulls her lower lip in between her teeth, a seductive glint in her eyes. He drinks her in, trying to etch this image into his memory.
The corners of his mouth tug down slightly as he spots an issue. Hermione giggles as she notices too. She quickly remedies the situation, tugging on the already loose ribbon from her hair.
Perfect.
"I don't know what you have against my ribbons, Draco."
"My ribbons," he corrects, lowering himself over her to continue what they'd started.
Hermione wraps her arms around his neck as he presses his lips down the edge of her jaw. "Your ribbons?" Her head drops back and he eagerly follows the path down the slope of her neck. Her breathing hitches as his kisses move across her clavicle, down her sternum.
"Your ribbons are mine." He emphasizes his point by nipping her lightly, ignoring the giggle it elicits. "I don't like it when you wear them for anyone else." He shoves the dress further down her body, placing open-mouthed kisses on every inch of new skin. Draco grabs her leg, hitching it up to maneuver himself within the cradle of her legs.
She tugs on his hair, pulling him up until he is millimeters away from her. "Silly man." Her breath ghosts over his lips. "I only wear them for you."
Draco captures her mouth in a heated kiss and shivers as Hermione's hands wander down to undo the buttons on his shirt, deftly pushing off the plain button down. Her legs wrap around his waist, locking around to press him closer. Her tongue slips against his, teasing and taunting and Draco thrusts forward on instinct. He lets his head fall into the crook of her neck and tightens his grip on her waist, pushing her down as he grinds against her, rocking her into him. A breathy moan escapes her and it's music to his ears. He loves all the little sounds he can elicit from her.
He loves the way she says his name. He loves the way she looks at him.
"Only for me?"
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And She Was Golden
Fanfiction[Dramione Fic] Their eyes meet just for a fraction of a moment, and that's all it takes. All his boxes and walls come crashing down. He's always been weak in the face of her reality- no matter how furiously he would deny it. Breathe in. Draco Malfoy...
