Not with you. You don't mean the same to me," he murmured. Hermione smiled softly up at him and reached up to kiss his lips. "You can continue." He nodded hesitantly, pushing in a little more. Hermione concealed her pain, closing her eyes, and nodded for him to go on. He got in a little deeper and started pushing in and out. She felt pain at first, but then, as he continued the steady rhythm, she started feeling pleasure. She moaned softly and Draco moved faster than before. Their moans filled the room as they got to a close, and the sweet relief came soon afterwards. Both of them stilled as Draco pulled out of her slowly and fell on the bed next to her. Hermione waved her hand and the sheets were cleared. There were some sounds of silence until Hermione spoke up. "How was I?" The look of disbelief he shot her was pretty self-explanatory. "You didn't just ask me that." "Was I that bad?" "For your first time, love, you were amazing," he murmured, only making Hermione blush in return. However, he did catch sight of the smile on her lips
Hermione, seemingly realizing what he wanted, gulped slightly, still feeling nervous before clicking her fingers. Her undergarments disappeared, and they were now both completely naked in front of each other. Once again, they just looked at each other, before Draco leaned in and placed his lips on her as he aligned his member with her core. He pulled back and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Are you still sure you want to-" "Draco," she said firmly, "I am sure, and I know you'll try not to hurt me. You can proceed." Draco nodded at her and kissed her once again, pushing in a little. She let out a muffled cry and he stopped moving, waiting for her approval to go on. She pulled away from the kiss and nodded for him to continue. He pushed in a little more and she whimpered. A frown itched into Draco's face and he watched with worry. "You know, love, if I hurt you this much every time then I am not going to do anything like this to you ever again."
"You are not one to talk." "I don't interrogate Draco's friends to tell me what he said when I wasn't in front of him," she pointed out. Blaise opened and closed his mouth when he didn't find something to retort with. "True." Hermione chuckled and he smiled at her. "So, I wanted to ask..." she began "What do you think of children?" Blaise chuckled and then turned serious again. "I like children, and I would love to have two or three kids of my own. When it comes to other people's children, I like them to be disciplined. And I will do the same with my children. When we go out in public, I would like all of my family to look flawless." "This is quite stressful," Hermione commented as she took a sip from her chocolate. "Yes. But I believe that image is something you have to maintain." "This is such a Slytherin thing to say," Hermione retorted, a smile dancing on her lips. "Your children maybe won't be Slytherin, their mother is going to be Luna after all." "I would like it if my children would be in Slytherin. But I would love them either way, because they will be something I've crafted. They will be a part of me. And I would be proud of them no matter what," he admitted, a small smile on his lips. "And that's how spoiled brats come out to be," she mumbled, only making the Italian scoff in return. "You must be the expert of ruining perfect moments," he commented, a sour expression on his face. "Well, what can I say? It's a gift." Hermione shrugged and Blaise scoffed. "Whatever you say." Hermione finished her chocolate and looked at the clock above the fireplace.
When the two finished eating, they turned to each other, smiles on their faces. "I feel like I haven't seen you in years." Draco said and Hermione nodded. "What did you do while I was away?" she asked and he shrugged. "I was too bored to go to Pansy, so I took this book of yours you were reading and read from where I was," he admitted and she chuckled. "Hermione, I think we have to talk." "About what?" "Our future," he said, a serious expression on his face. "Children especially." "Well, I plan on having a nice important job in the Ministry," Hermione began. "Maybe go for minister one day. As for kids, I must say I love them, and I would like three of them." Draco's eyes widened. "Really?" he asked and she nodded. "But it is so painful." "I believe it is worth it." she smiled slightly. "What about you?" she asked. "I would love to be an Auror," he informed her. "I know, it is very ironic." She shook her head. "No. I find it courageous," she murmured. A tiny smile appeared on his lips. He kissed her forehead and looked at her, taking in her warm eyes and the smile on her lips. "I hope our daughters will look just like you," he muttered. "You are beautiful, and if our daughters come out like you, then it will be a great accomplishment." She chuckled at his choice of vocabulary. "Well, I hope our sons will look just like you. You are the most handsome man I've ever seen." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Really? So I'm better than Weasley?" "Much better," she informed him, "I no longer think so highly of Ron. I have to confess, though, Blaise is one man I would love to get to know better. To think, I would have no problem if he was to be the godfather of our first child." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at her. "Really? I thought that you'd like it better if Weasley or Potter were the godfathers, or even Ginny. What changed?" Hermione shrugged. "I don't really know. I feel like there is more depth in him that I could ever imagine, and I find that he understands me, most of the times. I must say, that if one now told me to whom I would like to talk the most out of all our friends, I would pick Blaise. He is a really nice man, and he reminds me of you in many ways," Hermione finished and he nodded slowly at her, thinking of it through. "Well, I guess you are right," he continued nodding to himself and she smiled. "Hermione?" he asked and she hummed in response. He turned to look at her, a soft smile on his face. "I love you. I can't even understand how that has grown to be, but I wouldn't change my feelings for the world. I love you with everything I have, and I swear, I will never leave you intentionally. I didn't need to fight to get you, but I will fight so that I can continue to be able to call you mine. And I find myself extremely grateful every single morning that I find you sleeping next to me, or awake, looking at me with these huge, beautiful brown eyes of yours that I could recognize anywhere." The woman failed to hide at his words. "I am not one to be so emotional, you know that, yet here I am, telling you all these things I ever thought I would say. You restore my pride and honour everyday, second by second, just by staying with me when you could leave me easily. I trust you with my life-" "When did you get so poetic?" she cut him off with a small laugh. Draco scowled. "Will you just let me finish my confession?" The woman simply laughed before nodding. "You can rip my heart to pieces, and then put it back together with just one smile-" "Did you take lessons from Blaise or something-" "Hermione!" "Alright!" she laughed, and she nodded. "I will not interrupt you again." "At last!" he exclaimed before getting serious again. "Sometimes, I think that I'm not enough, that I will never be enough for you, and I try to be a better man, so that you won't feel uneasy walking next to me in the streets. Some days I think that love is a disease-" she blinked in confusion up at him. Where had that come from? "And then there are days that I think that love is the reason I am still alive, that I am alive because you love me. I'm everything I am because you are here. And I will never let you go." For some time, the woman was silent as she simply looked at him. She was silent for so long, that Draco actually started getting nervous. Being emotional and so open about his feelings like that was not something he would do, but it had been advice from an old friend of his in Slytherin. Theodore Nott had claimed that Padma had been more friendly to him after he had started speaking in a poetic way about their relationship even if they didn't really love each other, and so, he had thought that that could perhaps be the case with Hermione as well. However, if he were to judge from the fact that she had yet to reply, it seemed like it would be harder for him to make her swoon. Slowly, the woman shook her head before sending a smile up at him. "That was sweet, Draco, it really was, but I can't quite understand where it came from?" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I asked Theo for some kind of advice," he admitted. At her frown, he rushed to explain himself further. "It was some time ago, we are fine now!" "I see," she nodded. "Well, next time, do your thing. It will be better this way." The man nodded in response, and Hermione sent him another smile. Without another word, she pecked his lips and then walked to the door. "I am going to the common room." she called out. "Are
