All You Want

36) Epilogue: Come What May

Hermione stared up into Draco's eyes and felt as though she were liquid gold.

"Hey, Soulmate."

His gaze was electric as he stared down at her. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was the center of the universe.

The corners of her mouth curved upwards.

"Hey, Lover." Her mind still felt foggy with exhaustion, but there was a sense of euphoric relief at waking and finding him still beside her. She reached up and rested her hand on his face, feeling their magic ripple between them. "We're soulbound."

The corner of mouth quirked. "Yeah."

She didn't know what else to say. They just stared at each other, experiencing the connection.

She could feel his emotions. All those feelings of his that she'd been so afraid might not be real; that she thought she might be deluding herself by believing in. She could feel them all. They were more real than she had dared hope.

He was hers. As much as she was his, he was hers.

They took an endlessly long shower, and Draco helped her untangle her nearly matted hair. When they emerged from the bathroom, they found that the house-elves had swept in and cleaned the room, and put new sheets, pillows, and blankets on the bed. There was a table nearby piled with food.

Draco pressed a kiss on her temple. "You should eat. I think you shrank this week."

Hermione snorted and looked down at herself. "I wouldn't mind if my curves went down a bit. They're just absurd. I was actually thinking of researching reduction spells."

"What?" Draco nearly yelped the question. "No! They're my favourite things about you—" He cut himself off abruptly when she eyed him and looked abashed.

"Well, one of them," he said, waving his hand in her general direction. "There are, of course, other parts of you that I am even more fond of."

Hermione arched an eyebrow.

"And by other parts, I am obviously referring to your brain," he said smoothly, sidling up to her.

Hermione rolled her eyes and elbowed him. "Right. That's the strong impression I've been getting. My brain is in incredibly high demand."

"Don't act miffed." Draco raised one eyebrow and looked pointedly down at her. "I don't recall my intellect ever being mentioned when you were describing in detail  how much you love my cock and pectorals."

Hermione felt her face grow hot but she drew herself up, "I was in heat. My focus at the time was—was limited."

"Right. Generally speaking, your interest has been far purer." He said, looming over her with a lecherous smirk. "That was most certainly the impression I got when you first propositioned me and your voice kept trailing off as you undressed me with your eyes."

Hermione pursed her lips and glanced away. "I was very sexually frustrated at the time."

Draco chuckled and closed in on her. "I know. I was keenly aware of just how frustrated you were. It may surprise you to hear, but a considerable amount of my time the last few months has been devoted to keeping track of your state of sexual frustration. I suppose you could say it's a hobby of mine."

She looked up at him. "I wasn't actually that horny. You got me off considerably more than was necessary for my clarity of mind or need for scent-marking."

"Well," he shrugged. "Watching you come is another hobby of mine." His voice was a purr that Hermione felt through every nerve in her body.

She had meant to eat, but she lost track of time snogging him instead.