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"I can't believe I agreed to this," Hermione muttered as she followed her best friend through the simple black door. Chocolate brown eyes looked around curiously before she settled her gaze back on Ginny.

"It's going to be fun," Ginny smiled, "and you did say that you wanted to do something special for your birthday this year, right?"

"I meant go eat a fancy restaurant or see a play," Hermione whispered, "I did not mean that I wanted to come to a place like this."

"It's a sex club, Mione," Ginny smirked at the older witch, "you can say that word, can't you?"

"It's a brothel, Ginny," Hermione rolled her eyes, "a place where you pay people money to have sex with you. That's not my style at all."

"It's not just a brothel," Ginny shook her head, taking her friend's arm as she headed towards a table, "it's a place to lose your inhibitions and be free for a short time. You can be anyone, do anything, and not worry about what people think. You're twenty-three, Hermione, and you need to act recklessly while you're young!"

"Does Neville know you're here?" Hermione asked, trying to do her best not to curiously look around.

"My husband is fully aware of where I am this evening," Ginny smiled smugly, "besides, he is the one that suggested I bring you here for our girl's night!"

"I'm going to hex him," Hermione grumbled, though she wasn't entirely surprised. Since beginning a relationship with Ginny during their seventh year, Neville had lost a lot of his shyness and become much more confident. Ginny was good for her old friend, the two marrying a year after Voldemort's defeat. They'd been married nearly three years now and were still very much in love and lust. "Hermione, quit grumbling. We're going to have fun tonight," Ginny said as she looked around the club. "If you see someone that you want for your birthday, let me know. Everyone pitched in money for your present when they found out I was bringing you here."

"As if I wasn't humiliated enough before," Hermione groaned, covering her face as she leaned her head forward, wishing she could just disappear. It was her birthday. She was supposed to be having fun and enjoying celebrating another year of life on Earth. Instead, she had stupidly agreed to let Ginny choose their activity for the evening and now found herself at this brothel with a best friend who wanted to buy her someone to spend her birthday with. It was like a bad dream, she decided, wondering if there was any way that Ginny would let her just leave. She didn't want to pay someone to have sex with her, the very idea ridiculous and demeaning, to both her and the chosen escort. While she wasn't a virgin, having fumbled through her first time with Ron the summer following their sixth year at Hogwarts before deciding that they were much better off as friends, she was by no means experienced. A few times that had lasted only a few minutes and that one night of passion following Voldemort's defeat that she didn't really remember did not give her much confidence in her knowledge of sex, and she really didn't want to suffer the humiliation of displayed her lack of finesse with someone that got paid for being good at it.

"Hermione, you're beautiful and smart," Ginny said softly, "you deserve to have someone in your life. Why can't you see how special you are?"

"Ginny, paying someone to shag me is not having someone in my life," Hermione sighed, "I appreciate the thought, honestly, but I just can't do this!"

"It's not just tonight," Ginny protested, "you're always working. If someone tries to flirt or ask you out, you ignore them or say no. If it wasn't for your friends, you'd have no social life whatsoever. You refuse to see love when it's right in front of you so I'm forced to go to extremes. When's the last time you've been shagged?"

"The victory party after Voldemort's defeat," Hermione replied with a frown as her mind flashed with vague memories. She had been rather intoxicated at the time, stupidly accepting drinks from Fred and George that she had believed were non-alcoholic. She'd woken in the morning in bed, naked and exhausted, her entire body feeling as if she'd been properly shagged, and she had no idea who she had gone off with. She could remember enjoying the experience, possibly too much, and hated that she couldn't remember who had made her feel so alive and sexy. No one had seen her leave and no one had mentioned spending an evening with her so she'd eventually just put the experience behind her. Unfortunately, she couldn't forget it. The feel of hands against her flesh, a warm tongue tasting her, lips against hers in a passionate kiss, body against body as the world exploded, but she could never remember his face or his voice.

"That was nearly four years ago," Ginny said quietly, "it's time to forget about that wonderful night with whomever it was and move on. Stay here and watch the show. I'll go find you the perfect present."

"Ginny, please, can't we just leave?" Hermione begged.

"No, and you promised you'd do whatever I wanted tonight so you're going to go through with this Hermione Granger," Ginny said as she stood up. She motioned towards the stage, "Watch them and let yourself feel! I'll be right back."

Hermione reluctantly looked at the stage, eyes widening when she found herself watching a couple having sex. The woman was on her knees, being taken from behind, meeting the thrusts and moaning loudly. The brunette witch looked away, a bit uncomfortable at seeing such a public display of what she considered a private act between a couple that cared for each other. She just wasn't much of a voyeur, she guessed, hoping that Ginny hurried up. She wanted to get this evening over with so she could go home. She'd let Ginny buy someone for her and then, when she was alone with them, she'd explain that she wasn't interested in a shag and that they could just relax for the allotted time. It wasn't like her friend would know whether or not she'd actually done anything with the paid escort.

She studied the top of the table for what seemed like hours though was probably no more than fifteen minutes. Ginny finally came back, her lips curved into a smug smile as she gloated, "I've found you the perfect guy. Gorgeous and willing to do anything that you want to make you happy."

"Great," Hermione said dryly, "can I get this over with, then?"

"Hermione, you're going to enjoy this," Ginny laughed, "quit acting so negative. Just trust me."

"I stupidly trusted you to come up with a fun idea of how to spend my birthday and look where that got me," Hermione reminded.

"Just wait," Ginny smiled, "I bet tomorrow you'll be thanking me."

"Tomorrow?" Hermione asked.

"I bought him for the entire night," Ginny smirked, "and trust me, he didn't come cheap. In fact, he was probably the most expensive guy here. But I have a feeling that he is completely worth it. He's exactly your type, Hermione."

"My type?" Hermione repeated, trying to figure out how she was going to get out of spending an entire night with the brothel employee.

"Everything you want in a man," Ginny nodded, "As soon as I saw him, I knew he was perfect for you. He's yours, Hermione, so be sure to enjoy him. The room is yours until seven tomorrow morning and you can't leave before then. It's locked magically. Oh, and just so you don't get any sneaky ideas, the door won't open unless you've been shagged."

"Bloody hell," Hermione cursed as she followed the smirking redhead down a hallway.

"You weren't thinking of rejecting your prezzie, were you, Hermione?" Ginny asked innocently.

"Of course not, Ginny," Hermione lied, stopping behind Ginny at a door marked 313.

"He's in there," Ginny smiled warmly, pulling Hermione into a hug. She whispered, "Happy birthday, Hermione."

Before Hermione could respond, the door was opened and she was pushed inside. The witch stumbled forward, catching herself before she fell, her curly brown hair falling around her face as she caught her balance. She straightened up, her hand nervously smoothing her skirt as she avoided looking at the man that had been bought for her pleasure for the evening. She heard a husky chuckle, awareness shooting through her body as raised her head, eyes widening in shock as she saw the familiar figure lounging against the huge bed. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little mudblood."

"Malfoy?" Hermione stuttered, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doing here, Granger?" he asked as his lips curled into a sexy smirk.

"I don't know!" Hermione glared at the handsome blond, "This is a joke, right? Well, it's not very funny! I didn't want to be here in the first place and I can't believe Ginny did this to me! Some friend. Bringing me to this dreadful place and then locking me into a room with you!"

"And what's wrong with me?" he snarled as his amusement faded, gray eyes darkening as he gracefully stood up from the bed. He stalked towards her, eyes flashing with annoyance and passion, "You were planning to just shag some random whore for the night, Granger. Do you have any idea the kinds of blokes that work in these places? They'd shag you just like they've shagged who knows how many other clients and never even know your name!"

"It's none of your business, Malfoy," Hermione said, "I don't let Harry or Ron interfere in my personal life and they've been my best friends for over a decade. We may work together, we may be friends, but that doesn't give you the right to insult my choices!"

"What personal life?" Draco asked smugly as he got closer to her.

"I have a personal life, you arrogant Pureblood prat," Hermione snarled, brown eyes flashing with anger at the smug smile. She suddenly realized how close they were as her head fell back so she could continue looking into his beautiful gray eyes. She didn't understand what Draco Malfoy was doing at this brothel, most importantly, what he was doing locked in the room with her. Over the last six years, they'd surprisingly become friends, working as Heads of school during their seventh year and then fighting against Voldemort. They'd both gone to work at the Ministry after graduation from Hogwarts and she honestly considered him one of her closest friends. They still fought a lot, but it was usually for fun and not mean spirited. He was stubborn and opinionated and a bit of a snob and one of the most intelligent and cunning people that she knew. He and Neville had become good friends over the years and Draco was always hanging around the Longbottoms' home, actually having been best man when she'd been maid of honor at Ginny's wedding to Neville a few years ago. The four of them often spent their weekends together, Harry or Ron sometimes joining them. This did not explain, however, why Draco was at the brothel.

"Sure you do, Granger," Draco smirked before he frowned, "that's why Weaselette brought you to a bloody brothel for your birthday!"

"And again, what business is it of yours?" Hermione asked.

"Merlin, can't you ever stop asking questions?" he stared into her eyes, annoyed that all his plans for that night were ruined because she refused to just enjoy the situation.

"You admire my curiosity," she reminded him with a slight smile.

"Maybe this was a mistake," he whispered as he took a step back, turning suddenly to begin pacing, "Damn it, I shouldn't have listened to them. I should have just stayed home and gotten myself pissed on fire whiskey."

Hermione had to admit that Draco was rather cute when he was pacing around and muttering to himself. She was used to seeing him totally in control, the Slytherin rarely displaying weakness of any type. He was always confident and arrogant and self-assured, having a fondness for leadership roles and responsibility. She was a bit bossy herself, and that had led to several clashes when they'd been Heads of Hogwarts, but, as they got older, they'd adapted their strengths to work well together. Now, though, he seemed a bit lost. Her eyes moved over his figure, noticing that he was wearing tight black trousers and the blue silk shirt she'd bought him for his birthday a few months ago. The blue went well with his light gray eyes and his shoulder length pale blond hair. The fabric fit his slender frame well, caressing his muscular build that was the product of Sunday Quidditch matches with former Hogwarts students. His pants were tight enough to display his arse perfectly before caressing legs that she knew were well defined from their daily jogs through a park in muggle London during the week. He was still pale, though he had grown taller the summer following fifth term. His facial features were a bit sharp, the word aristocratic came to mind, his lips full, his eyes still his best feature. She knew she shouldn't be openly ogling him, having decided years ago when she'd first developed a crush on the boy that was becoming a friend that it was not something she wanted to admit, that need for secrecy no longer necessary because of his hatred of muggle-borns and their position as enemies, but now because they were friends and he meant a lot to her. She didn't want to lose him because she had a crush and naughty dreams about him and kind of loved him.

Draco continued muttering and pacing, completely oblivious to Hermione's appreciation of his looks and her private discussion involving her feelings for him. He had thought that tonight would finally be the night that he showed her what he felt. He'd planned it perfectly, down to the exact position he'd been sitting in when she'd arrived. Neville and Ginny had suggested him confronting his feelings, the two meddlesome friends having guessed his attraction to Hermione a while ago when they'd caught him watching her unguarded. He'd ignored them for months, not believing that Hermione felt the same way and not wanting to risk losing her from his life if she did not react well to his love for her. Suddenly, he turned and caught her eyes, a bit annoyed at himself for being so foolish. He said, "Malfoys are brave. We do not show weakness nor do we show fear."

"Good for Malfoys," Hermione frowned, having no idea what Draco was on about this time. She guessed the positive of finding Draco in the room was that she wasn't being forced to have sex with some brothel employee that had to be paid to bed her.

"I have been acting most unlike a Malfoy for several years now," Draco continued speaking as if he hadn't heard her, "in one particular area. Why did you leave my bed after the celebration?"

"What?" Hermione looked into his gray eyes, surprised by the vulnerability she saw reflected in their depths before they became distant and cold.

"Voldemort's defeat?" he scowled, "That night, I told you how I felt and we made love all night and then I went to get you breakfast and you were gone when I got back. You didn't even leave a note. The next time I saw you, you acted as if it never happened. I didn't understand, Hermione, and I still don't. I'm not very good at emotions, but even I know we shared something that night. I've heard you talking about being pissed that night and not remembering anything, but you weren't drunk! Did it really mean so little to you?"

"It was you," Hermione whispered, "oh my God, Draco, I didn't know. The twins put something in my drink and I wasn't quite myself. I couldn't remember much of anything when I woke up except that I was exhausted and sore and thoroughly satisfied. Why didn't you say anything?"

"You ignored me," he shrugged, "I'd said things that I'd never said before and I was angry and hurt and I didn't know if I wanted to hit you for making me feel so worthless or kiss you so you couldn't ignore what happened. I went home and spent some time with my parents and I told Father what happened and he told me that I had to decide what I really wanted and make a choice from there. He wasn't very happy when I decided to follow your lead and ignore what we shared, ranting for quite a while about a Malfoy taking what we wanted and not at all pleased with my meek response. He's been after me for years to simply take you and force you into loving me."

"Lucius knows?" Hermione cringed, wondering if that was why the elder Malfoy had been nicer to her in recent years, when he wasn't glaring at her or suggesting that she marry some worthy wizard and begin having children.

"He doesn't understand that I don't want to force you," Draco sighed, "I thought you might eventually grow to care for me, but I was obviously wrong. You'd rather spend your birthday with a whore at a brothel instead of being with me."

"This is just too much," Hermione shook her head, "I didn't want to come here at all! I wanted to spend my birthday doing something different, but that did not include a visit to a blasted brothel! And now you're telling me that you and I shagged years ago and your Father knows and condones your courtship with me, a muggle-born, and you're talking about love and now you're whining!"

"Malfoys do not whine," he said sharply, gray eyes darkening as he glared at her.

"Sure sounds like whining to me," she smiled smugly, "poor me, I'm too scared to tell her how I feel so I waste years instead of just snogging her senseless and letting her know who she shared the best night of her life with and manage to get her to fall in love with me by becoming one of her best friends and starring in a majority of her fantasies and I'm still too scared to do anything about it."

Her words were caught by his fierce kiss, his hand moving behind her and pulling her tight against his hard body. His tongue swept into her mouth and she remembered their other night together. The hours of shagging, him tasting her, touching her, whispering words of love and devotion. Merlin, he'd told her he loved her! Why hadn't he said anything? Draco was not a shy man, quite the contrary, so she didn't understand why he hadn't told her about their night together. Why wait almost four years before admitting what happened between them? She deepened the kiss when she realized that there was no use asking why, all they could do is make sure that no more time was wasted because they were scared or insecure or angry.

"You're mine, Hermione Granger," Draco whispered against her lips, his gray eyes darkening as he stared into her chocolate brown eyes. He should have done this years ago, he mused, wondering why he had acted like some silly Weasley by becoming her friend instead of simply taking her back to his bed. He'd like to claim that it was confusion of the emotions she caused in him, because he'd been completely unfamiliar with how he had felt for the brunette witch. They'd not been friends, not really, but they'd no longer been enemies. He respected her, which was rather weird since she was a know-it-all mudblood that had been his competition for highest marks during their entire time at school. It was true, though. When they'd been appointed as Heads and his Father had changed sides by making a deal to get himself out of Azkaban and instructed Draco to be nice to the little mudbloods for appearance sake, he'd started to see Hermione as something other than the annoying smart ass that part of the Golden Trio. They'd had a conversation that didn't contain any insults or rude comments, then they'd had another.

During seventh year, he'd realized that she was different than most people he knew and he kind of liked it. Still not friends, though, more like casual acquaintances. After Graduation, they'd all been fighting Voldemort and, during one attack, Hermione had been injured. Nothing serious, but he'd watched as she'd fallen and he'd not been able to ignore the way his heart had tightened in fear at the thought of losing her. He'd realized then that he may very well love her. During the celebration, he'd had a bit to drink and felt confident and courageous, luring her away from the party with the intent of seducing her. That had gone as planned, but, during a moment of extreme weakness, he'd whispered how he felt and confessed his secret. She'd kissed him and whispered words of love back and the sex became making love as they explored each other. He hadn't been lying when he said that he'd wanted to hurt her when she ignored him following that night. He had opened his heart, talking about things he never spoke of, and she'd pretended it never happened. He'd convinced himself that she was scared of what she felt and just needed time, so he'd given it to her. And, along the way, they'd become friends and he realized that the love he spoke of during that night together had been immature and childish. He'd wanted her to be his, had wanted to keep her safe, and he respected her, but it hadn't really been love.

It had been the beginnings of love, but the real love hadn't come until they'd become friends, until he'd gotten to know the real Hermione and she the real Draco. Until he'd seen her sweaty after running at six in the morning, until she'd made him soup when he'd been sick, until he'd fallen asleep with her in his arms on her sofa after watching some silly muggle movie, until she'd met and charmed both his parents who were not known for liking mudbloods even after fighting against Voldemort, until he'd bought her chocolate during her monthly cycle and given her a massage to ease the pain, until they'd shared years of their lives together as simply Draco and Hermione instead of Granger and Malfoy. Real love was the way his heart tended to speed up whenever he saw her, the way his body reacted every time they touched in even a casual way, the way that his worst day could become the best just from receiving one of her smiles, the way he could sit for hours arguing with her, the way he attempted to appreciate her favorite muggle things, the way she felt in his arms when she fell asleep against him, the way that no other woman even compared to her in looks or intelligence, the way he wanted to make her his and never let her go, the way he wanted to give himself to her completely.

Okay, so he could admit privately that he'd been a bit scared of confessing his feelings to her. Considering the first time he'd done so she had pretended it never happened after spending an entire night in his bed, he'd been worried he might lose her. Malfoys were not supposed to be scared of anything, though, so he'd justified keeping his feelings quiet by telling himself that it was better being friends for now. When Ginny and Neville had confronted him, he'd had to face up to his fears. When he'd heard Ginny mention taking Hermione to a blasted brothel for her birthday, smiling innocently when he'd glared and snarled at her and reminding him that all he had to do was tell Hermione how he felt and she wouldn't have to worry any longer about them being alone and unhappy, he'd come up with this elaborate and somewhat misguided plan. He deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer against him, wanting her to know what he wasn't really able to put into words.

Hermione broke the kiss, looking into his stormy gray eyes and smiling softly as she repeated his words, "You're mine, Draco Malfoy."

"I like the way you say that," he smirked, gray eyes flashing with desire, "possessiveness is such a beautiful quality."

"You know, Ginny bought you for me for the evening," Hermione teased, "and we *are* in a brothel, so why are we still talking?"

"She didn't buy me, Granger, I gave myself to you freely," he informed her loftily before he frowned, "but she did rent the room and had to pay a fee to the owner of the brothel. Merlin, I hope my Father doesn't find out I was a temporary employee of this place. I'd never hear the end of it."

"Trust me when I say that telling Lucius Malfoy that I was shagging his son at a brothel is not at the top of my must do list," Hermione laughed softly before a wicked smile crossed her lips, "of course, that would make me tantalizing conversation over Christmas dinner, wouldn't it? I can already imagine the shock on his snobby Pureblood face."

"You do recall that I look quite a bit like my Father, don't you?" Draco asked dryly as he arched a golden brow, "Snobby face?"

"It's so like you to be more offended over the reference to your family's looks than the idea of discussing your sex life over Christmas dinner," Hermione snickered.

"My parents will be so thrilled that I've finally charmed you into accepting me in your life that they'd probably even forgive me for daring sully the Malfoy name by connecting it to a brothel, especially when said experience is somewhat responsible for our relationship," Draco smirked, "so I need not to be worried over such a discussion. So, again I say, snobby face?"

"Aristocratic, handsome, noble," Hermione said as she traced his features with her hand, "and do you really think you're parents will be okay with us? Merlin, there's really going to be an us, isn't there?"

"My parents are infatuated with you, silly girl. Father respects you and admires your intelligence and is often telling me what a fool I am for risking losing you and Mum is constantly going on about her new belief that blood means nothing when compared to intelligence, power, beauty, and wit," Draco rolled his eyes, "I do wonder at times if they don't think you are too good for me. After all, I am merely a Pureblood who graduated second in my class at Hogwarts and now work in a job with some responsibility at the Ministry."

"You're whining again," Hermione grinned, loving this side of Draco. She'd never seen it until they'd started working together and he'd dropped the guard that he always kept around himself. She began to appreciate his sarcasm and enjoy his wicked sense of humor when it wasn't aimed at insulting her or her friends. Okay, so he still loved to insult Ron and Harry, but that was just something that would never change. They played Quidditch together on Sundays and spent most the time tossing insults and acting like silly children, but, at the end of the day, there was respect and grudging admiration between them all.

"Guess I need to find another use for my mouth," he smiled wickedly as he swept her into his arms and moved to the bed. He tossed her into the middle of the red sheets, eyes lazily moving over her as he said, "I'm yours, Hermione, tonight and every night, just as you're mine. Do you agree?"

"Yes, Draco," she smiled softly, hating that she was going to have to admit to Ginny that the redhead was right. Sneaky damn girl should have been in Slytherin, Hermione thought fondly. "I must admit that I never imagined our second time together taking place in a brothel, but life is full of unexpected surprises," Draco smiled slowly as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.

"I can't wait until I tell everyone that Ginny bought me Draco Malfoy for my birthday," Hermione teased, shaking her head and sighing sadly, "tis a sad day when a Malfoy is found working at a brothel like some common, of my."

"You were saying?" Draco smirked before he lowered his head again and ran his tongue along her leg.

"Have I told you before how much I love the summer? You get hot playing Quidditch and have to take off your shirt," Hermione spoke softly, her brown eyes watching him teasingly lick and nibble his way up her leg, his gray eyes staring into hers. She moaned softly when he kissed the back of her knee, "You've got a great chest. Pale and perfectly muscular, flat stomach, and your nipples are such a lovely pale pink. I've often run my eyes along the trail of hair on your lower abdomen that disappears into your trousers and imagined where it leads. I love the gleam of triumph that flashes in those pretty gray eyes when your team wins as well as the way your lips curve into a slight pout and your eyes darken with annoyance when your team loses. I like watching you sweat, amazed that you never looked tired or worn out even when you're drenched from an afternoon of playing in the sun, your body kissed by the sun but still so pale, every hair in place and that sexy smirk on your lips as the other boys are gasping for air and water."

"I do believe I need to pay more attention to you on Sundays," Draco mused softly, pleased that she had paid so much attention to him in the past. So many wasted years, but now they were both in a position to enter a relationship, one that was meant to last forever. A union of mind, body, soul, joined from friendship and love and affection and respect. It was more than he had ever imagined, worrying during most of his youth that his parents would force him to marry someone of their choosing, thanking Voldemort, in a way, for causing his parents to have to be more open-minded about issues of blood and deciding that they'd rather him marry for love than status. Of course, had they not approved of his choice he assumed that would be an entirely different matter. He smiled as he spread her legs as moved closer to her, teasing her tan flesh with his tongue as he neared his first destination.

"Just on Sundays?" Hermione asked before she gasped as she felt his lips pressing against her wet knickers. His tongue moved against her wetness, teasing her sensitive bud through the material.

"Always," he caught her eyes and smirked before he reached his hand under her skirt and ripped her panties off. He asked casually, "Do you like this skirt?"

"Yes," she said, aroused by his ripping of her knickers.

He nodded and unfastened it, pulling it off her and leaving her half nude. Gray eyes looked at her caramel colored curls, noticing the wetness dripping from the juncture between her legs. He ignored that area for now, wanting her naked. He deftly unbuttoned her shirt and removed it before disposing of her bra. She was even more beautiful than she'd been their first time together. Her breasts were a bit fuller and she had a few more freckles, her body lightly tan from being outdoors, her stomach and hips curvy, the way he liked them. He leaned forward and kissed her, moving his thigh between her legs. She gasped and he deepened the kiss, his hands moving to tangle in her curly hair. He continued to move his leg against her pussy, knowing the material from his pants was slightly rough against her clit. He wanted her to come before he took her, knowing he wouldn't last that long their first time and not wanting to disappoint her if he was unable to keep control.

"Draco," Hermione moaned as she broke their kiss, her fingernails digging into his back as she arched against his leg, rubbing herself against him as he kissed her face and neck.

"Come for me, love," he urged, watching her face as his hands moving behind her to grip her arse. He pulled her against his leg roughly, his erection pressing against his pants and nearly exploding from the look of pleasure on her face. It didn't take her long before she cried out his name, his pants soaked with her juices as she fell back on the pillows gasping for breath, her face flushed and sweat beginning to form along her forehead.

"Need you," she said huskily, her hands going to the front of his pants. This time she was sober and alert, enjoying every moment of their time together. Foreplay could wait for another time. Right now, she just wanted him buried inside her.

Draco pulled back and unfastened his pants, pushing them and his boxers to the floor. He grabbed his wand from the side table and said the contraception charm before he kneeled between her legs. His hands went behind her and he lifted her up, his cock moving against her pussy. His fingers moved between her legs, thrusting into her, getting them wet before he pulled them out. She caught his eyes and smiled as he stroked his cock a few times, covering it with her wetness. When he was ready, he slowly began to push inside her, groaning at her tight warmth. She suddenly moved against him, burying his entire length into her. She cried out at the sensations, her face beautiful as she moaned and begged him to move. He smiled as he pushed her into her, teasing her as much as he could since he was fighting the impulse to just fuck her silly. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she was moving to meet his thrusts, her full breasts crying out for his mouth. He caught one of her nipples with his mouth, his tongue teasing the hardened nub. He felt her hands in his hair, tangling in the soft blond locks as she urged his mouth closer.

This was what she had remembered from that night. The arousal and need and desire and feeling as if she was where she belonged. It was electric and, to borrow a cliché, magical. He turned his attention to her other breast as he continued to sink deeply inside her, the room full of the sounds of moans and whimpers and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. She was fully away that she was begging him, seeing the smirk cross those beautiful lips when he looked up at her, his gray eyes meeting hers as he slowly released her nipple from his mouth. His lips caught hers in a possessive kiss as his hands again gripped her arse, pulling her roughly against him as he began to increase the speed of his movements. She could feel the tension building in her tummy as she squeezed her muscles around his thick cock, kissing him back with passion and intensity as they moved together. She released his mouth when she felt the tension snap, crying out his name as she exploded, her nails digging into his back and nearly drawing blood as she came. He watched her face as she came, his gray eyes looking into hers as he thrust into her once, twice, three times before he groaned her name, his seed filling her as he came.

Draco moved his mouth against her neck, nuzzling her as he struggled for breath. He stayed buried inside her, listening to her ragged breathing, feeling her hand brushing through his hair as she kissed his shoulder. Finally, he raised his head and smiled, "You okay?"

"Never been better," Hermione smiled softly, a satisfied look in her brown eyes as she moved her foot against his leg. "That was amazing."

"Amazing? Is that the best you can do?" he teased softly, his hand moving along the curve of her face.

"Phenomenal, unbelievable, fantastic, glorious, really, Draco, I could go on but wouldn't the time be better spent snogging?" Hermione asked with an impish smile.

"I'm not very good with this," Draco confessed quietly.

"I beg to differ," Hermione grinned wantonly.

"Hussy," he said affectionately, "I meant all this emotion stuff. I'm great with words when related to my studies or work or even arguing, but this romance stuff is beyond my area of expertise."

"I think you're doing pretty well so far," she said softly, wanting him to know that she thought he was doing pretty damn good at being romantic and loving.

"I love you, Hermione," he whispered, his eyes on hers, "and I don't want to lose you because I'm not sure of the words to tell you what I feel. I can show you, but, beyond that, I'm a little lost."

"I love you, too, Draco," Hermione smiled, "and I know that you love me, and that's all that really matters. I'm not particularly good at this emotion thing, either, so I guess we can learn about it all together." "I know that we're in a rented room in a brothel and that I was bought for the evening so it's not the most ideal setting," Draco grimaced, running a hand over his face and through his hair, "Merlin, see? I am dreadful at all this."

"Draco, calm down," Hermione laughed softly, moving her hand along his back. "You're worrying for no reason. I love you, you love me, and it doesn't matter if we realized that in a rented room at a brothel or anywhere else. You've give me the best birthday present that I could ever have, you."

"Marry me," Draco said, gray eyes widening slightly as he cursed, "Bloody hell, I didn't mean to ask like that. I imagined some silly romantic thing like in those muggle movies you love. Me on one knee and you smiling above me looking beautiful and melting into my arms as you say yes and kiss me and."

His words were caught by her lips as she kissed him tenderly. Pulling back, she stared at him, asking softly, "Do you mean it?"

"Hermione Granger, you'd make me the happiest wizard in the world if you'd agree to marry me," Draco whispered, "I know that this is all new to you and I understand if you want time to think about it, but I have to be honest and let you know that my intentions extend beyond just shagging you senseless every night for the rest of our lives. I want to share a life with you, having children, grow old with you beside me."

"And you said you were bad at this romance thing?" Hermione sniffled, feeling tears in her eyes from the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke.

"Granger," Draco groaned, "give me an answer, damn it."

"That's more like the Malfoy I know and love," Hermione grinned as she moved her hand into his hair, brushing it with her fingers as she deliberately teased him.

"Blast it, Hermione," Draco growled, brushing a kiss against her forehead, wishing she'd just answer his proposal.

"What was the question?" she asked impishly, "I recall you making a request, but I don't remember a question."

"Will you marry me?" he asked, arching a brow as he stared into her eyes.

"Hermione Malfoy," Hermione smiled, "I rather like that."

"Yes?" he asked softly, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Yes," she whispered, "I'll marry you, you arrogant Pureblood prat."

"I'm glad, you wanton mudblood know-it-all," Draco kissed her, the tender kissing becoming more passionate before he finally released her mouth. He stayed inside her as he reached for a small box that was beside his wand on the table, sending his cock deep into her as he felt himself starting to harden again. He looked into her eyes as he opened the box, showing her the engagement ring that had been passed down in the Malfoy family for centuries. He removed the ring from the box, taking her hand and gently sliding it onto her finger. He watched as the silver ring glowed for a moment, sealing their engagement. He smiled smugly as he said, "You're mine, Hermione."

"And you're mine, Draco," she repeated just as possessively.

"Happy birthday, love," he smiled.

"You do realize that this means I'm going to have to thank Ginny tomorrow and listen to her gloat about how right she was about bringing me here," she groaned though she was smiling.

"Just ignore Weaselette, that's what I do," Draco said smugly before kissing her. Whispering against her lips, he smiled wickedly as he said, "We've got the room for the rest of the night and I think we should celebrate our engagement by spending that time shagging."

"Great idea," Hermione smiled before she leaned up and kissed him, feeling him start to move slowly inside her. Her eyes looked from his to the ring on her finger. Merlin, she was getting married to Draco Malfoy. Just a few hours ago she had thought herself alone and unloved, now she was engaged to the only man she'd ever loved and he loved her. Definitely an unexpected surprise but a most welcome one.

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