Her body moved in tune with the clatter of thousands of Galleons against her chest. The coil in her tightened, the familiar tension winding through her as her hips ground against him, her clit aching to be touched. She released one of his hands, but he beat her to it, his thumb swiping quickly over her clit as she gasped his name.

She started to tumble, her limbs seizing and insides squeezing his cock. She fell forward with a cry, the emeralds digging into his skin as she flew apart like crystals.

His arms wrapped around her back, gripping her tightly as his hips thrusted up into her, not even pausing while she clenched down around him. Curses poured into her ear as he fucked her blissed body from below, holding her close and breathing hot air over her skin.

Their bodies slid over each other as he sped up, his pace growing erratic, and every deep thrust dragged over a spot that made color spot behind her eyes. He tugged at her hair, arching her chest to him, and locked his lips over a breast just as his cock pummeled her in the perfect way—

"Draco—"

She shivered again, keening as she splintered like light refracting through diamonds, blinding pleasure rippling through her core. He came while her mind was still fracturing, grunting against her breast as his body seized, his cock pulsing inside of her while her walls fluttered.

Her bowed spine slowly pieced itself back together, and she lay boneless against his chest as he panted into her hair.

When she could form words again, she lifted her head and met his eyes. "I like the necklace. A lot."

He smiled up at her, sweat glistening across his forehead and said, "So do I."

Laughing, she leaned down to kiss him.

~*~

Two hours later, they removed the necklace. Hermione slipped into the tub, and practiced her Occlumency for several hours until Pansy arrived to do her hair and makeup.

Pansy was silent with concentration, which Hermione appreciated. She started on her hair, and Hermione focused on still waters. She closed books, tidied up the shelves like it was a bookshop, pushing the spines to align with each other until every book was closed, locked, and hidden.

It seemed like only seconds later that a girl with crisp black hair was telling her to stand, to come with her to get dressed.

Hermione followed. A wardrobe opened. A gown of diamonds and beads hung heavily, glinting against the setting sunlight.

The girl helped her into the gown and put a necklace on her.

Hermione's body was heavy.

Someone attached something to her thigh and helped her with her shoes.

A boy in dark robes met her at the door, his hair light and his eyes grey. He didn't say a word to her as he led her down a staircase to two other people. A man and wife. Blond.

As if through a haze, her body descended stone steps, down a gravel drive. A moon shone overhead.