Dramione Smut-Book

Holy Fuckboy pt. 2

Hermione
Ever since that night a month ago, there has been a feeling fluttering around my chest whenever Malf-Draco looks at me. Lust and possibly love for the blonde headed twit face? Possibly. Whenever he gives me that devilish smirk and that leering look all I want to do is jump on him and kiss him. Weird huh?
Well I purposefully walk nearer to him in crowded spaces just to see if he'll take me away again and fuck me into the wall. But he seems to keep his distance all of the sudden. It's like he thinks I'm a disease.
Draco
Hermione Granger is a disease. At least a good kind. She makes my heart pound and my upper brow sweat. She makes me want to kiss her softly instead of treating her the way I did a month ago today.
I want to lay her softly on the bed and make love to her instead of fucking her mercilessly. It's almost like a infection spreading through my body and my mind fogs up around her. And that's more often. It's like we're drawn towards each other. And that's not a bad thing.
I'm sitting in potions and all I can think of is how much I want Hermione Granger. In another way. Something is changing inside of me. I'm becoming softer and I cannot help it. I want her badly. I want to have children eventually. I want to have a life with her and her cute smile and dimples. Her chocolate eyes swimming with joy in the depths of her own heart. That know-it-all sense makes me drive harder for her.
Hermione
After Potions class, I walk out where I have a free slot in my timetable and go towards the room of requirement. He'll never love me like that. He'll only drive into me like he owns me. A slave of my own free will. Because he knows what it does to me.
I bump into someone and I immediately cringe. I turn towards the person I bumped into and I immediately blush.
"I'm sorry Draco," I say quietly, already bending down to pick up his spilled books.
"It's alright. No need to fret," he responds, stopping my reaching hands.
I blush when his hand touches mine, soft and warm. Not cold and demanding. I look into his surprisingly warm grey eyes. He looks into my eyes searching for a few moments before gently leaning me against the wall and pressing a soft kiss on my lips.
"Can we talk somewhere private?" He asks after the simplicity of the kiss though it left us breathless.
I nod my head. That's all I can do.
He takes my hand, his books in the other as he leads me to the the ROR. I smile. It's like our mind is connected. He paces back and forth in front of the wall and there is a plush King sized bed with scarlet duvets and green pillows. I smile softly at the combinations and sits me down on the down plush bed. He sits down right next to me.
"I have this feeling in my chest. It's so strong whenever we're around." He blurts.
"I've...felt that same feeling," I respond quietly. Inside I'm jumping inside.
"Emotions aren't my forte," he admits.
"I can help you," I respond, I gingerly take his hand and place it on my fluttering heart. "This heart is yours. And I want you to have it. Keep it. You've already stolen it Draco Malfoy," I whisper, leaning in and pressing my forged against his. I look into his eyes to find love. Nothing but love.
"I-I think that...I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too," I whisper.
"Together?" He asks me.
"Together we shall conquer anything Draco Malfoy," I respond,
And with that. Our fucking became loving. And I enjoy every second spent with my tall, albino grey eyed boyfriend.
Together we shall conquer anything.
And it'll always be our thing. Always.
Always
Such a tiny word with so much meaning.
Love
Such a big word with an even bigger emotion attached to it. We are together as a united front. Together we are one whole of an apple. Red and green. A perfect mix.