Chapter 20

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At the hotel...

The way to the hotel was decorated with starry lights, magically floating lanterns, and soft bursts of silver and blue erupting at intervals.

The mystifying glow engulfed the area in a hue of fluttering fairy dust.

Dainty floating candles illuminated the way forward and it was uniquely beautiful and elegant.

Hermione looked around and took a deep breath in awe.

The months of hard work had definitely paid off.

"Oh, bloody hell!" Ron mumbled when the sea of reporters came into view.

Harry clutched Ginny and firmly held her to his side and Hermione smoothened down her dress and took in a deep breath.

Ron marched forward without care and joked, "I hope the buggers get my good side."

The reporters jumped to attention as the Golden Trio came into view and they were blinded by the continuous stream of flashes going off.

They posed for hundreds of photographs and by the time they managed to get inside they were exhausted.

"Oh Merlin, my feet are already killing me," Ginny exclaimed hotly and they all burst out laughing.

The soft peals of laughter travelled through the hall.

Draco heard her laugh and turned towards the pleasing sound.

He stared unashamed, unable to tear his gaze away, he continued to take her in.

Hermione looked stunning, exquisite, there was not a word that would do her justice tonight.

She was perfect!

This was his witch; she would always be his.

He stood with Theo, Luna, and Blaise by their table.

Blaise asked excitedly, his eyes bulging out, "Whoa, is that Granger?

He was usually collected and showed indifference, to garner a reaction out of him was special.

Draco felt a sharp stab of jealously.

Luna smiled and said calmly, "Everyone looks lovely tonight."

She was clad in bright yellow robes, needless to say, she stood out like a sore thumb.

Theo whistled and looked around, "Everyone's looking at Granger."

Draco felt his breathing quicken, Theo was right, nearly every hot-blooded male in the vicinity was staring at her.

His eyes shifted in annoyance to the man at her side, trust Weasley to accompany her.

He snorted, Golden Trio and all that shit.

Hermione felt Draco staring at her intently, their eyes met over the sea of people.

The all-black ensemble, he was famous for made him look dangerously handsome and sexy.

He was a foot taller than the rest and by far the most handsome man in the room.

Unable to contain herself, Hermione bit down on her lip hard.

Draco stiffened, as she bit down on her ruby red lip. It drove him crazy.

A smile almost touched her lips, but it turned to anger quickly.

Astoria linked her hand through his and at the feel of the soft hand on his arm, he understood why.

Oblivious to the growing tension, Astoria smiled up at him innocently.

Ron escaped the hounds of press questioning him about his relationship status with Hermione.

Since they arrived together, questions were being asked, he dismissed the would-be rumours.

Ron placed his hand protectively on the small of her back and navigated Hermione to their table.

Draco glared in their direction.

Astoria watched Draco and she was beginning to wonder if Granger had destroyed him for good.

She lightly touched his arm again and he turned to face her.

She offered a sweet smile and he halfheartedly returned the smile.

Hermione took her seat, Ron sat next to her, Harry on her other side with Ginny right next to him.

Throngs of people stopped by their table to speak with Harry and they were constantly getting up to greet old friends from Hogwarts.

A friendly face appeared, and for once the trio was happy at the person walking towards them with his fiancé firmly on his arm.

Pansy beamed and flashed her hand excitedly, the large diamond ring glistened in the light.

"Neville!" Hermione exclaimed fondly and reached over to give him a quick kiss.

Harry, Ginny, and Ron followed suit and greeted their good friend.

They congratulated Pansy and Neville on their engagement, the unlikely couple looked lovely and completely in love.

Hermione felt a tug at her heartstrings, she missed Draco so much.

It was heartwarming to watch the secret looks of adoration Pansy gave her fiancé.

Unconsciously, her eyes searched the crowd for her Slytherin Prince.

Everyone took their seats and Kingsley stood on stage along with Hermione, Cormac, and Sandra.

The guests settled down and gave them their undivided attention.

Cormac leaned towards Hermione's ear, "You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, I'm looking very forward to our little trip."

Argh! She threw him a repulsive look, stepped away and brushed him off.

If Cormac thought anything would ever happen between them, he was fucking barmy.

She looked out into the crowd and saw Ron and Draco staring at her.

Both looked angry, their faces were narrowed intensely with displeasure.

Hermione sighed, maybe this bloody dress was a bad idea.

She felt hot and flustered.

Kingsley concluded his speech shortly, not a man of many words, it was straightforward and to the point.

His speech was met with enthusiastic applause and he enthusiastically invited Harry on stage.

A nervous-looking Harry Potter made his way to the stage adjusting his suit.

The minute he reached the podium, everyone got to their feet to give him welcoming applause.

Hermione squeezed his hand and whispered, "Calm down, it'll be over soon."

Harry smiled unconvincingly, "Fuck! You give the speech, Hermione, I'm heading off."

Everyone settled down and Harry wiped his brow and started to speak.

Firstly, he thanked Hermione and Ron for being there with him from the start, that their friendship made it possible to overcome any obstacle.

He went on to thank the Order of the Phoenix and the crucial part they played in the bringing down of Voldemort.

He left the best for last and spoke in great length about Dumbledore and Snape.

At the mention of Snape's name, many of the people in the audience exchanged curious, surprised and even angry looks.

Overcome with emotion, Harry held the podium tightly when he spoke about Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore.

He declared for all to hear, leaving no doubt.

His voice echoes, "Severus Snape was the bravest man I have ever known and it about time everyone knew the story about the greatest sacrifice ever made."

Everyone listened intently, hanging on to every word.

Hermione looked out into the crowd and saw people dabbing the corners of their eyes.

She sniffed and thanked waterproof mascara.

Hermione would never forget how Snape asked Harry to look at him as his life drained.

At this point, it had not been clear why, but they soon found out about his undying love for Lily and it was because Harry had his mother's eyes.

The love he felt for Harry's mother was truly unconditional, that was true love.

She found herself looking at Draco.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She closed her eyes and choked back a sob.

The ache that plagued her fragile heart increased.

Everyone was on their feet once again, thundering applause followed Harry right back to his seat.

Ginny gave him a quick kiss and held onto his hand tightly.

Speeches and official business over, Hermione joined her friends at the table.

She slid into the seat next to Ginny and grabbed a champagne flute from passing by server.

Ginny looked around and gushed, "Everything looks great."

Ron was in deep conversation with his parents, they smiled warmly at Hermione and waved her over.

"My dear, Hermione, you look wonderful," Mrs Weasley greeted her and threw a look at her son that said, you blithering idiot.

Ron smiled sheepishly and rubbed his neck, he already knew that.

An hour later, Hermione stood with Kingsley and Sandra talking to some foreign dignitaries and the Muggle Minister when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

Hermione turned around to see a lovely older woman smiling warmly at her.

She smiled warmly and hid her surprise, "Mrs Malfoy."

She could see where Draco got his impeccable taste from, his mother dressed so elegantly that prestige radiated off her.

Narcissa continued to smile at Hermione, "Miss Granger, you are looking lovely tonight, my son is a lucky man."

Hermione felt herself blush.

Taking her hand, Narcissa asked gently, "Would you have a moment to talk?''

Hermione was slightly taken back, she desperately scanned the room to find Draco, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Where the bloody fuck was he?

She smiled and replied politely, "Of course, Mrs Malfoy."

Narcissa led her away from the hall and spoke in her polished eloquently perfect way, "I never got the opportunity to thank you, Miss Granger."

Hermione looked at her curiously, "I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand."

The older woman beamed, "You had a relationship with my son in school."

Instant panic! Where the hell was Draco?

Narcissa stifled a laugh at Hermione's widened eyes and panicked state.

She watched Hermione fidget nervously and said, "Please don't deny it."

Tears glistened in Narcissa's eyes, "You saved him from drowning in his own despair and I'm extremely grateful to you for giving my son back to me."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Hermione reached out and held onto Narcissa's hand.

She fought to find the right words to say but her extensive vocabulary deserted her.

Narcissa laughed fondly and placed her other hand over Hermione's, "My son is a stubborn man, probably the only thing he inherited from him."

She tipped her chin and smiled, "But make no mistake, he loves you very much."

Hermione stepped back at the revelation and clumsily wiped the tears that fell.

Narcissa cupped Hermione's face and said firmly, "Please don't let him make another mistake, Miss Granger."

was she actually telling her to get back together with her son?

Hermione stared at Narcissa and nodded.

Unable to find the right words, she mumbled, "Please call me Hermione."

Narcissa tenderly stroked Hermione's face and walked away.

Hermione stood frozen to the spot and struggled to gather her thoughts.

What the hell just happened?

Distracted by the sounds around her, she snapped out of the trance and looked up to find Astoria staring at her carefully in absolute fury.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared Pureblood brat down.

Like hell, if she was going to be the one to back down.

Draco came into view with Blaise, they held drinks and spoke to each other animatedly.

Blaise held out a drink for Astoria but when she ignored it, Draco followed her gaze and saw her staring daggers at Hermione.

His Gryffindor didn't back down, she returned the glare, her eyes filled with fire.

Blaise shrugged and they exchanged looks of bewilderment.

Draco couldn't help but wonder, what the fuck happened?

The floor was packed with couples dancing, the band played a pleasing, toe-tapping tune.

Ron tapped Hermione on the shoulder and asked sheepishly, "You want to dance?"

She looked past his shoulder and caught sight of her friends dancing.

She grinned, bowed mockingly and accepted Ron's hand.

They danced for a few songs and he held her at a safe distance.

Draco stared at them from the sidelines, his mood deteriorating fast.

One slip of Weasley's hands and he would be at their side in an instant.

A soft hand on his arm distracted him.

Astoria asked timidly, "Shall we dance?"

Unable to reject her, he nodded curtly and took her small hand in his.

Hermione watched Draco walk onto the dance floor with Astoria.

Her insides churned unpleasantly.

Ron sensed her discomfort, followed her gaze and rolled his eyes, Of course, it had to be the Slytherin fucktard.

Astoria ignored the hand Draco gave her, instead she locked her arms around his neck.

Draco rolled his eyes and held her gingerly by her narrow waist.

Astoria boldly stepped in closer to his body, her fingers touched the hair at his neck and reached.

Unable to watch any longer, Hermione excused herself from Ron and fled the hall.

Draco watched as Hermione left the Ballroom.

Without a seconds hesitation, he left Astoria awkwardly on the dance floor and hurriedly went after the woman he loved.

She tried to hold him back but he was having none of it.

Quickly grabbing two champagne flutes from a passing by server Draco hastily followed Hermione.

He found her on the wide terrace looking at the stars.

He took a moment to stare at the timeless beauty in front of him.

Memories of Hogwarts appeared before him, a younger laughing Hermione, recent memories of her touches, smile and caresses swirled around him.

Their time apart crippled him and left a gaping hole in his heart.

There was nothing on earth to fill it, but the woman who stood before him looking to the stars.

He loved her; he had always loved her and having lived surrounded by that love for months made it impossible to go back to any existence without her.

It was a choice and Draco chose not to live without Hermione.

Slowly and confidently, he approached and offered her a flute, "Here, I thought you could use it."

Hermione looked to her side; the unsteady beating of her heart returned.

My love! she thought and inhaled his strong manly smell.

Draco leaned against the balcony casually and held out the flute, Hermione took it without fuss and took a sip.

She watched the bright stars twinkling above them and said, "Don't neglect your date, Draco."

He mused, "She's not my date, I'm single...for now."

He carefully placed the flute on the ground and her to him.

His breath ghosted the inner shell of her ear, "Are you trying to drive me insane?"

Her wonderful smell surrounded him and pulled him to her even more.

Hermione struggled but in vain, she wanted to be in his arms.

She flattened her palms on his chest and dug her fingers into the material of his shirt, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco placed a heated kiss to the throbbing pulse of his neck and muttered, "Oh, I think you do."

Hermione let out a whimper and whispered barely audible, "Draco."

Her hands moved on their own and eagerly ran over his body.

His hold on her tightened and he rasped, "I would take you, right here and now if I could."

Her mouth found his and her succulent lips moulded to his, leaving no room for doubt.

She was his! Always!

She shuddered and quivered in his arms, the fingers in his hair tightened as they pushed and pulled against each other with ardent passion and longing.

Never getting enough.

A voice screamed their disapproval, "GET AWAY FROM HIM."

Reluctantly they broke apart.

Astoria gripped her wand and stared at them in fury.

Hermione swallowed and stared at the other woman in contempt.

Who the hell did she think she was?

Giving Draco one last look, Hermione turned to walk away, Astoria was his problem and he needed to fix it on his own.

Draco held onto her wrist and hissed, "Apologize Astoria, you don't get to talk to her like that."

Astoria small frame shook with anger, "I most certainly will NOT apologize to some side whore."

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, brought her hand around and slapped Astoria hard across the face.

Astoria reeled back and held onto her cheek in horror as Hermione stared her down in absolute fury.

She rounded on the petrified woman and spat viciously, "Don't fool yourself into thinking he will ever love you or come near you, Draco has always belonged to me!"

Hermione turned to Draco, her eyes blazing with fire, "Make your fucking choice!"

An ultimatum.

Choice? He made that choice when he was seventeen.

Without another word, she stalked off to join Harry, Ginny, and Ron.

Draco put his hands in his pocket and walked up to Astoria, "I told you not to interfere."

He left the shocked brunette, the woman's cheek was reddened by the might of Hermione's slap.

Draco felt tired and decided he had enough drama for one night.

He turned on his heel and left without informing anyone.

Bernard and Draco sat in silence, he took off the heavy ring and toyed with it.

Bernard broke the silence with a small smile, "Home?"

Draco grinned, "Yes, old man, I have to convince a certain Gryffindor to come back to me."

Bernard hid a smile, "Finally."

Draco's flat...

Once inside the sanctuary of his flat, Draco took off his jacket, loosened his bowtie, clumsily threw it on the counter and unbuttoned his shirt.

He sat down on his leather couch and took out his phone.

He quickly punched in his message and pressed send.

It was up to her now.

Hermione looked down at the message alert: -

This ends now.

Please come to me tonight.

We need to talk.

Her heart started to flutter and beat fast.

Was it too good to be true?

Hermione got to her feet filled with fire and purpose.

She made her decision and her heart soared with the revelation of it.

Her friends were watching the crowd around them, oblivious to her rising heartbeats.

She said loudly, "Ginny, Harry, I have to got to go."

They turned to stare at her in surprise but it was Ron, that asked, "Where are you going?"

His voice cracked with emotion and she looked at him sympathetically.

Holding onto her phone and clutch tightly, she backed away from the table with a smile.

Ron got to his feet and smiled, "You're going to Malfoy, aren't you?"

Hermione could not bring herself to look him in the eyes.

She muttered a quick, "Yes,"

Ginny beamed and Harry gave an approving nod.

Ron hugged her tightly, "I saw you guys outside earlier and as much as I fucking hate to admit it, Malfoy does love you."

He went looking for her after she disappeared and run straight into the pair kissing heatedly.

His heart had broken into a million pieces but the realization that she was never coming back to him, hit him hard.

Harry was right, it was time to truly let go.

He took a deep shaky breath and said firmly, "Go to him."

Hermione gently touched Ron's face, her best friend was back.

With one last smile at her friends, she turned on her heel and left.

Draco, I'm coming! she cried internally, wishing he could hear her.

Harry placed a hand on Ron's shoulder and he smiled warmly, "As long as she's happy mate."

Blaise and Theo leaned against the bar and watched Hermione gather her things and leave the hall.

They exchanged a knowing smile, clicked flutes and said together, "Cheers mate."

She ran outside, the heels clicked against the tiled floor and once outside, she apparated to him.

Draco sat with his back to the couch, nursing a scotch and not knowing what to expect.

What if she didn't come? Was he strong enough to survive it?

The sound of apparation made his heart stop, Hermione straightened and looked directly at him.

Her eyes burned with fire as she stared at him intensely, it went straight to his soul.

Was it possible to love someone this much?

He didn't hesitate, they had waited long enough.

His voice heavy with emotion, he said firmly, "I love you, Hermione"

He swallowed his pride, his ego and eagerly offered himself to her, "I need you."

Hermione stood still, her chest rapidly rising and falling with anticipation.

Draco pleaded, "Please say something."

The fear of rejection filled his heart.

She hurriedly closed the distance between them and flung herself at him.

His arms went around her and held her close to his body, he buried his head in her neck and breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione broke away, cupped his face, gazed at him adoringly and confessed, "I have always loved you, only you!"

She stroked his face and he took her hand and brought it to his lips.

She stepped back, reached behind her neck and undid the clasp that held her dress together.

The dress fell to the ground, Draco groaned at the sight of her and gathered her in his arms.

He kissed her neck, slowly moving his tongue along her smooth skin, stopping only to suck on her quickened pulse until it reddened under his insistent lips.

She wore little, only a barely visible thong to cover her sex.

The diamonds at her ears and wrist glistened against her nakedness, she tried to take them off but he stopped her, "Leave them on, it looks sexy."

Hermione pushed his shirt off him feeling his toned, sculptured body against hers, he moved his tongue along her neck and towards her lips.

Kissing him was always enjoyable but after months of near-starvation of him, his lips felt like a forbidden fruit.

Her lips were full and swollen, Draco kissed her full on the mouth and pulled her close to his body trapping her hands between his firm chest and her very naked breasts.

Draco dropped kisses along her neckline down to the inviting valley between the supple mounds.

He twirled a rosy nipple in his mouth and hurried pushed his trousers down, his cock straining against the material was unbearable.

Finally, his trousers fell to the floor with his boxers and allowed his throbbing erection to breathe.

She gasped, snaked her hand down and encircled his growing manhood and pumped it.

He threw his head back, groaned and relished the feel of her fingers on him

It was the longest he had been without a woman since he was seventeen, but looking at his fiery little witch, it was worth every fucking second.

He was going to take his time tonight; She would scream his name at the end.

Her fingers were already in his hair, moving time along his silky strands holding him in place and pushing her breast further inside his mouth.

The rosy bud felt rock hard against his tongue, begging to be sucked.

Draco bit down gently earning a gratifying moan from the woman in his arms.

He wanted to take her to bed, correction, He needed to take her to bed.

Placing his firm hands on her exposed creamy smooth arse, Draco hoisted Hermione up effortlessly.

She wrapped her long legs around his waist and her arms went around his neck.

Their lips met in unbridled passion for each other.

His insistent tongue pushed against her petite tongue savouring the faint taste of peppermint and strawberries.

Reaching his bedroom, the silver and grey rays of the moon illuminated the darkroom, it threw alluring and erotic patterns against the walls.

Draco laid down Hermione gently on the bed, she let out a sigh and sank into the glorious bedding.

He came on top, claimed her lips once again and pushed her further up the bed.

Leaving her lips, he used his tongue to trail kisses down her chin and along the length of her throat.

Her fingers grabbed hold of the sheets and her toes curled in anticipation.

He felt her breathing increase at his tongues movements.

He grinned against the skin of her flat stomach, paused at her navel and placed airy kisses downwards.

At her core, her arousal was clear, her thong was soaked with her slick juices.

So wet and welcoming, he wanted to drown in her slickness.

Draco paused to marvel at the effect he had on her.

Placing his lips to the soaked material, he felt her eagerly push her core towards his eager mouth.

She loved getting her cunt licked and clit sucked.

He gently peeled off the lacy white thong and threw it on the floor.

Lying back down with his face inches away from her wetness, Draco swallowed, before running his tongue along her inviting slit.

She let out a loud moan and whispered, "Fuck, I like that."

Parting her folds with his tongue, he pressed his lips to her swollen little clit.

The pleasure was instant, and Hermione arched her back in a perfect arch involuntarily.

"Oh, babe," she whimpered, tightening the hold in his hair.

Draco held her around the thighs and kept her tightly in place, as he sucked on her clit repeatedly.

She struggled, but he held her down and continued his assault on her most sensitive area.

His tongue licked the sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly.

A steady stream of juices dripped down her thighs and soaked the area beneath her.

The heat rose from the depths of her body, slowly building up as it reached her core.

Draco knew her body well, he knew his witch was on the cusp of her beautiful orgasm.

He tightened his hold and pushed his tongue down hard on the clit.

She spasmed and exploded on his tongue, a low moan escaped her delectable lips, "Draco."

It was hot, warm and tasted of indefinitely of everything her.

He could never get enough.

Her body convulsed with the sheer magnitude of pent-up sexual tension, wave upon wave of ecstasy tore through her body.

Hermione whimpered softly as she rode the pleasured aftermath of her climax.

He withdrew only when she was completely spent.

Throbbing and beading pre-cum, he was ready to bury himself within her and fuck her into the mattress.

She moved away and he let out a frustrated groan.

Hermione pushed him back roughly, he fell on his back and she grinned.

She straddled him, he felt her wetness against his chest and hips as she eagerly rubbed herself on his body coating him with her glistening wetness

He looked at her through hooded eyes and smirked, she grabbed hold of his head and kissed him passionately.

She loved the hardness of his body and how it felt under her fingers and tongue.

Flattening herself on him, she trailed her tongue along his neck and down his toned stomach muscles.

She tapped his thighs and he spread them wide for her, Hermione licked her lips and eagerly settled between his firm legs.

His dick stood ready to take off, always impressive, it made her swallow hard.

Hermione took him fully in her mouth, gagging as she deep throated him.

A low growl ensued he was enjoying her lips around his hardness.

Expertly she sucked and tightened her lips around his girth.

She felt his thick pre-cum slide down her throat.

The sounds of her slurping echoed through the silence of the room, mixed with his increasingly loud groans.

Draco was in another world, but he wanted to release inside her hot wet cunt.

He was lost with wanting to fill her up with his hot seed and make her his.

She licked him clean, moved to the side, parted her thighs and whispered huskily, "I want you in me."

Moving swiftly between her legs, his hardness rubbed along her thigh as it moved without direction to her eagerly awaiting wetness.

Lacing his fingers through hers, Draco pinned Hermione's hands above her head and held her down.

Keeping his eyes fixed on her face, he pushed into her tightness hard and sheathed himself in one go.

She moaned aloud, her fierce kiss smothered his groan.

Merlin, the feel of her walls and wetness against his shaft was amazing.

Draco started to move, tantalizingly slow enjoying the warmth she offered but as their need grew, he increased his speed.

Her hands were on his back, feeling him, running her eager fingertips over the rise and fall of his muscles.

Her hips started to move against his, edging him on and before he knew it, he was pounding her cunt mercilessly.

He plunged into her harder and faster, earning loud moans from his beloved.

Draco was close to his release, but Hermione started to rub against him again, she was about to orgasm for the second time.

He slowed down his assault and held himself at bay.

Her sultry moans became fervent, he felt her fingernails dig into his back as she came undone around him.

It was more than he could bear, with a final hard push he buried himself deep within her and groaned out aloud sending him over the edge.

Punching the bedding, he spilt deep into her.

They lay spent and entwined in bed.

She kept her head on his chest and listened to the faint beating of his heart.

Hermione stroked his cheat and leaned into the comfort he promised, "No more mistakes, Draco, this time it's for real."

Draco nodded and kissed her head, "I'm so sorry, I fucked up things so badly."

Their time apart was his doing, he would make it up to her, she deserved that much.

An awkward silence surrounded them, it was a question he dreaded.

Draco cleared his throat, "Are you still going to New York?"

Hermione sat up and held onto the sheet to cover her nakedness.

She touched his face, "Yes, I'm still going, it's a wonderful opportunity for me."

She desperately needed him to understand.

Yes, she took the assignment to put some distance between them and the constant reminder of their relationship, but it was also about realizing a dream.

The main reason no longer existed, but she wanted the experience.

His face scrunched up at once like he was figuring out a solution to a problem.

Panic took hold of her.

Was he going to chuck her again?

Fuck! Fuck!

Draco ran his fingers through his silky fine hair and exhaled.

If she was going to be so damn adamant about it, there were ways to make it bearable.

He had plenty of business interests in New York and his mind started to go over how they could make the next year apart work.

He spoke slowly but firmly, "If you want this so fucking badly, fine, but can I visit?"

She smiled brightly, "I was hoping you would say that."

Draco sneered, "Yeah well, McLaggen better stay the fuck away from you or blood will be spilt."

Hermione kissed him, dragged him back to bed and laughed, "I love it when you get all jealous."