"Yeah?"

She nodded, and Draco doubled his efforts, his fingers sliding between them to massage her.

His hips started moving again, and Hermione's mouth fell open, her toes curling.

"Too much?"

She shook her head. "More."

His eyes flickered over her, the black obscuring the grey. He thrust into her again, and her eyelids fluttered.

He sighed and began rolling his hips deeply, stretching her, making her feel there was no room left for him.

She watched his face as he watched hers, and she slid her hands down his chest, tracing his scars.

She wanted to kiss each one of them. Forever.

His eyes closed as his hips pumped faster. His fingers on her clit sped up, moving sloppily over her core.

Her muscles clenched as he began to fuck her in earnest, his mouth open in awe, like she held the answers to questions he'd been asking for years.

Her back arched, and her nails dug into his shoulders.

"Fuck—I can't—" His jaw tightened and his thrusts rocked her up the mattress. The bed rattled as he pounded into her body, using her deliciously.

She scratched down his back, clutching him close as he rubbed at her clit. Her thighs began to shake.

Then suddenly he was pulling her hands off of him, pinning her to the mattress, twisting their fingers together as his hips found purchase.

Her lips parted silently when he rocked into her again. She had been close to something, and now—

Now there was something else he was reaching inside of her.

"Oh my god." She shivered violently, moaning. "Oh god."

Her thighs were strained and her knees rocked up to her chest. Her arms struggled under his grip but he just held her more tightly, panting into her hair.

"Come on, Granger."

His cock was hitting something inside of her that made her liquefy. Her cunt clenched down on him, and he yelled out as he fucked her through something unyielding and otherworldly.

She shook in her skin, her spirit rattling inside its cage, begging for a forever that might intertwine with his. Her walls rippled around him, and her vision blurred as Draco's hips slammed to a halt, grunting and pulsing inside of her with groan.

She caught her breath, her chest slick with his sweat and hers. Her fingers were still intertwined with his in a tangle of clenched hands.

He lifted his head and stared down at her. His eyes were bright — grey and searching. He released her hands, and as she stretched her muscles, he brought his fingers to her jaw, examining her face for something. Regret, maybe.

Her eyes were clear as she stared back at him, letting him see through her. No Occlumency. No shelves. And she could see the same in him.

As he kissed her softly, it was like a new book had glided down from her shelves, the pages blank and leather fresh. The binding cracked open, the first page waiting to be written.