The Quiet Before The Storm- A Dramoine Story

23. Encounters

Hermione's POV:

I woke up to the warmth of the entangled bodies. Draco's face was nuzzled in the crook of my neck, while his arm was a steel grip around my waist. He was fast asleep, his warm breath tickling my neck. I smiled and brushed through his hair, remembering last night. A totally platonic activity after a toe-curling snogging session. I blushed and felt a strange tingling in the pit of my stomach. I remembered him saying "mine" to me. I cannot remember a hotter thing somebody had ever said to me. I heard him sigh in his sleep.

I turned over, slowly, not wanting to wake Draco up. I glanced at the clock and gasped. If I didn't get up now, I will end up being late. I wiggled out of his grip and he groaned. I replaced me with a pillow and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.

I was halfway across packing my bag when I heard the sheets ruffle. I turned around to see a half sleepy Draco sitting upright. His hair was ruffled and messy as opposed to its sleek look that I was used to seeing. The out-of-bed look was heartbreaking.

"Morning, sunshine!" I said hopping over to him. "I was going to leave a note."

"Why are you up so early?" he asked in between yawns.

"It's a school day, Draco. You should be up too."

"Yeah, that's not happening. What is also not going to happen is you leaving this bed so soon." He said and wrapped his hand around my waist. He pulled me, and I squealed, giggling. He rolled over, so I was trapped under him while he hovered over me. I stared into his eyes and they liquidised into molten silver.

"Draco..." I sighed, and he pressed his lips to mine. He left a trail of kisses down my neck and settled at the skin under my earlobe. I gasped and tightened my grip on his hair. I could feel him giving me more hickies, but I wasn't stopping him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he growled, attacking my lips again. His hand crept into my blouse and drew circular patterns on my stomach. He cupped my breast over the fabric of my bra. I moaned with desire, wanting more. I felt something poke me in my crotch. Shit!

"Draco... Is that...?" I asked.

"Fuck!" he muttered and rolled off of me. I blushed furiously and got up, hastily adjusting my dress. I looked up at him to see him flush and mutter something about "needing more control". I collapsed into fits of laughter and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, still embarrassed. I continued to laugh, and he looked at me incredulously.

"Oi, what's so funny?" he asked.

"I just didn't expect it that's all." I said gasping for breath.

"As if..." he rolled his eyes again. "I'm sure you were feeling something there..."

"But not so obvious!" I laughed harder, clutching my stomach.

"Really?" something about his voice made me look up. He was closer to me than expected, his lips inches away from mine. He ran his finger over my hand and smirked at the Goosebumps he had left behind. My breath hitched, and I looked at him, yearning with desire. I wanted him so bad! He closed the distance between us for a long passionate kiss.

"The things you do to me, Granger..." he sighed as we fell back on the bed, lips not disconnecting even through the jostle.

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Draco's POV:

What had she done to me? She had changed my entire life in just a day. I had only ever slept in my bed. Not even Pansy's after sex. And now, not only had I stayed over for just a cuddle but also, that was probably the best sleep I had had in probably years. For the first time since Dumbledore's death, I slept free of nightmares.