She pulled her mouth off of his and watched his eyes flutter open slowly. "Off?" she asked, tugging at the jumper.

His eyes flashed, and then he was sitting forward to pull it over his head. His alabaster skin was so bright under the morning light, and her fingers were immediately drawn to all of his scars — Sectumsempra, the acid curse from Dover, and a few others she didn't recognize. She wanted to ask — to make him explain each of them. But then he was leaning forward to kiss her neck, tugging her chest to his and sucking on her throat.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his hand ran into her curls, pulling her neck open for him, his other squeezing her hip, encouraging her to roll forward into him. She shifted her legs, and suddenly they were slotted together. She gasped, and he moaned. Even through her denims and his trousers, she felt him growing harder. She tried rolling her hips, and Draco's teeth scraped down her neck.

He chuckled into her skin. "The house-elves will stop us soon."

She bit her lip to keep from mentioning that they probably wouldn't, now that she'd taken the potion.

"Until they stop us then," she whispered back. And he grunted and squeezed her backside.

"Fuck."

He pulled her lips back to his, and she let him devour her as she sighed from the delicious feeling of their hips coming together. Her hands ran over his chest, loving the vast amount of warm skin at her disposal. She wanted more.

She pulled at her shirt, gathering it to tug off. Draco pulled back to watch her with heavy breaths and wandering eyes. Her hair fell awkwardly over her face as it came loose, but just as she'd cleared her vision, she felt his skin against hers as he pulled her toward him and turned them to lay her down on the couch.

"Okay?" he breathed. She nodded.

She'd only been under him once — on the chaise when they were interrupted. But there hadn't been this much skin. Now she could run her hands over his bare back. She could push her breasts up against his chest.

He covered her, crawling on top of her and kissing her neck as he slotted their hips together. His lips trailed lower, over her clavicles, dropping kisses across the tops of her breasts. He paused, and she looked down to see his gaze concentrated on the scar over her heart from the ritual that removed her virginity. He kissed it gently, and Hermione's knees curled up around his waist as something warm swirled low in her stomach.

He looked up at her, his lips over her chest, and she watched as his mouth dragged lower until he hovered over her bra. She could feel his warm breath on her. She nodded, and Draco kissed her breast, his lips brushing across the thin lace covering her nipple.

Her chest arched up into him, and a whine poured from her lips as his fingers cupped her other breast. Her eyes squeezed shut as pressure built in her hips, urging her to shift under him as his thumb grazed her. Her legs locked around his waist, trying to rub herself on him.