Magic. "Wow, we almost have the same clases." She turned to Draco who was now sitting beside her, holding his own class schedule. "I don't have Ancient Runes and History of Magic, though." "Do we have the same schedule?" she asked, comparing the two schedules. "Yes, we have." "Well, that's great. We can study together," he said casually. Draco pushed a bowl of porridge towards her. "Eat, love." And she froze. What did he call her? 'Love'? It's like music to her ears, and the sweetest thing he ever said to her. She slowly tilted her head to face him. He started eating and realizing that she was staring. "Something wrong? Don't you like porridge?" He reached out for bacon and eggs. "Would you like bacon and eggs instead?" "No, I'm fine," she promptly said.
Of the room. "They're children." "Please, Lils," Sirius drawled. "They're grown wizards." "Well they're my son's age," Lily sniffed. "Still children in my eyes." "There's no way that's right," Draco said again, studying Remus closely. "You wouldn't have unleashed that on your wife." "She didn't give me much of a choice," Remus laughed loudly, making Tonks flush in embarrassment. "Why...?" "How much do you know about werewolf mates, Draco?" Remus asked patiently. "Only that they're incredibly rare." "Yes, well you see wolves don't go forming attachments to humans. It's why
His interest instead of letting it pass by," Hermione grumbled. "Hermione," Ginny chided. "Magic doesn't quite work like that. You would've been his soulmate whether or not he ever got bitten, he just never would've known. Besides, even if it did finally push him into acting on his feelings, is that the worst thing?" "I suppose not," Hermione sighed. "Is it weird that I'm nervous?" "Not at all," Ginny exclaimed. "I mean the way he was looking at you when you held James made it seem like he was ready to put a little Malfoy in you." "Merlin, Ginny, too soon," Hermione laughed. "Don't scare her off before Malfoy even gets his chance," Katie laughed at Ginny. That was how Draco and Harry found them, laughing their arses off at
Her arms slipped around his neck to steady herself as he set her down, and to his pleasure, it only brought him closer to her. He leaned on his palms on the table-top on either side of her hips, smirking down at her. "So..." she muttered hesitantly, smiling up at sheepishly. "Hermione," he exhaled with affection, bringing his forehead down to rest on hers. "We don't actually have to do anything, I'm alright with just holding you." His breath softly blew across her face, and she was surprised by the minty freshness of it. Hand it to Malfoy to be put together after a whole night at the hospital. Her nerves had initially been all over the place, and while she was still nervous, she also felt a growing sense of anticipation. She could deny it out loud, but the feel of his warm body against hers felt all too good.
With a sly smile, he wandlessly vanished her blouse, beyond satisfied when her skin broke out in gooseflesh at the cool air of the room. His lips trailed down her torso, taking his time to explore every freckle he'd imagined trailing down her chest. Hermione helplessly arched up against his lips, her breath hitching at the fluttering contact. When he got to the soft flesh of her abdomen, his wolf pointed out in a disappointed tone that he could smell it wasn't her most fertile time of the month. The man shoved the thought to the back of his head, slightly disturbed. Tonight certainly wasn't about trying to make babies. It was simply about exploring this delightful witch in their bed. He took the time to quickly shuck her out of her pants before laying over her once more. This time she pulled him down to meet her lips, seeking hi out as hungrily as he had her. Her fingers made nimble work at the buttons on his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders before he'd
Hitch with anticipation. Using her toes, she nudged the trousers off his lips, to which he laughed in amusement. Ever skilled, Granger was. Always full of surprises. Hermione's eyes widened when his member finally slipped free. He was bigger than she'd expected, and already standing at full attention. "Shit," she whispered as she wrapped her hand around him, surprised when the tips of her fingers didn't meet. "You can take it," he groaned against the shell of her ear, involuntarily thrusting into the warmth of her hand. "I know I can," she murmured, stroking him, marveling at the velvety smoothness contrasting the hard heat of his length. She brushed her thumb over his tip, spreading the few escaping drops of cum. Before she could continue her casual exploration, he snatched her wrist, pressing it into the bed over her head. "This is going to be over a lot sooner than we plan if you keep doing that," he nipped her ear in reprimand. "I don't care," she breathed. "I want to make you come." "I want to come inside you the first time," he told her with darkening eyes, sliding his length along the wetness of her entrance. "Then come inside me," she challenged with a raised eyebrow. "You're going to be the death of me, witch," he groaned, teasing the tip of his length into her experimentally. "I should hope so," she retorted smartly. "It's not called la petite mort for nothing-" Her voice stuttered breathily when he thrust up into her in one relentless smooth stroke. "Smart arse," he smirked, emphasizing his point with another small thrust, fully burying his whole length in her. Hermione wished she had another retort
