Her thumb brushed over the top of him, and his muscles tensed.

She kept rubbing softly as she drank him in.

His pale skin was mottled with thick scars — some old, some new — his chest and stomach toned, rippling beneath her attention. He was stunning, and she needed him. If they didn't tonight, she might not have another chance.

Perhaps he'd be called away. Or Lucius would send her away. Maybe they'd be discovered and murdered in their beds before dawn.

But she could have this with him. At least once.

"Draco," she whispered.

His lips parted in a sigh as she squeezed and dragged her hand down over him again.

"Draco." Her heart beat wildly in its cage. "I'm ready."

His eyes blinked blearily open. "What?"

"For…everything."

She blushed.

"What?"

His cock twitched in her hand, and she jumped.

Her ears burned as she swallowed, gripping him tightly. "I want all of you."

He sat up on his elbows and took her hand off of him. "...What?"

She leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue sweeping sweetly into his mouth before she pulled away. "I'm ready. If you are."

His eyes were bottomless as he stared at her, his mouth open. His throat bobbed.

"Granger, you're not thinking straight—"

"I am," she breathed against his forehead. "I'm tired of waiting for you to come home."

His pupils were black as his eyes flickered between hers.

She held still. "Should I stop?"

An almost imperceptible shake of his head, and her stomach fluttered. She shifted her hips, positioning her core against him.

His eyes rolled back, and he dropped to the bed. "Oh, fuck."

After a few tries, she finally slotted him to her entrance. She watched Draco's stomach muscles tighten as he clawed his face, breathing heavily.

He was barely inside when he grabbed her hips and flipped her on her back, capturing her squeak with his lips.

He kissed her deeply as he pinned her beneath him, stealing her air. His free hand roved her body, teasing her until she gasped. He was so close, the tip of him pressing against her core.

But he didn't push forward. She opened her thighs and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Please," she whispered.

He shivered.

He kicked off his boxers, and Hermione felt her pulse flutter.

He placed a hand on her jaw and kissed her soundly, sliding between her legs. He was thick and warm against her core, but still he hesitated.

"I don't…" He swallowed, and brought his eyes up to meet hers. "I don't want to take anything else away from you."

Her blood was warm in her veins, tripping through her heart. Her eyes searched his as he started to shake with the effort to hold back. She felt something tight in her throat, some unvoiced words that had been lodged there for years, struggling to break out.

"I want it to be you," she said instead.

Draco seemed to grow dizzy with the words. He lowered his forehead to hers and gripped himself, circling her entrance.