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Dumbledore walked in exactly ten minutes after he’d left with a grim look on his face. “Alright everyone, places. We’ll need to hurry this along.” Then he conjured a potion vial out of thin air and brought his wand to his temple, drawing out a wispy strand of memory. He tapped his wand to the vial and let the strand settle before corking it.

“Miss Granger,” he said, handing her the vial. “You will need to review this in order to know what to say to your friends come morning. I daresay that you two will be leaving through the teacher’s entrance tonight. As soon as the ceremony is over, you must go to the Room of Requirement quickly. You will both be too unstable to linger.”

Hermione nodded and handed the vial to Draco for safe keeping. After all, she didn’t have pockets. Then everyone took their places on the points of the circle. The parents stood as before and she and Draco were instructed to kneel in the center circle facing each other. Dumbledore stood beside them and pulled out several different colored cords of rope.

“Well, this is certainly the first time that a marriage has been performed for such an unorthodox occasion,” Dumbledore began. “However, I think everyone will see that this is the best possible outcome. Tonight, we gather to bind this couple together in matrimony. With the blessings of their family, they have pledged to live their lives for each other from now until forever.”

Hermione’s breath quickened and she could see Draco trying to still the tremors in his hands. She could feel the nervousness rolling off him in waves and she was sure he could feel hers as well. Ever the Gryffindor, she put on her best smile and sent her soon-to-be husband calming thoughts. He gave her a faint smile in return and took a deep steadying breath.

“Now,” Dumbledore continued, walking in a circle around the center couple. “The stronger the ties, the stronger the union, therefore we have thought long and hard about which cords to use to bind these two together today. The white cord symbolizes purity, innocence, silence, secrecy, reverence, humility, and youthfulness. I believe this union possesses all of those in one form or another.”

He grabbed Draco’s left hand and pulled the sleeve up to his elbow. Then he removed the bandages, revealing the dark mark. He gently scourgifyed the blood forming there and tied a knot with the white cord at the elbow. Then he took Hermione’s left arm and removed the glove and bandages, also scourgifying it. He placed her arm over Draco’s, forearms touching and motioned for her to grasp at the crease of his elbow. Slowly, he wound the cord around their arms, ending with a knot at her elbow and stood back up again.

“The yellow cord symbolizes joy, gladness, friendship, delight, and the promise of a new beginning. This union is the very event that promises of new beginnings not only for this couple, but for the future of our world. Added to the white, it serves to create a deeper emotional connection between the two.” He took the yellow cord and tied the knot at her elbow, winding it opposite the white and ending at his elbow.

“Until recently, I had some reservations using this next cord. However, after a revelation today, I believe it to be fitting. The red cord symbolizes love and respect. Even a budding love is worthy of recognition, for what would the world be like without love? It is the one emotion strong enough to bring the most powerful man to his knees. Red and white together also signify unity. Therefore, let us add this very important cord to this bond and see what wonders will come from it.” He wove the red cord in between the yellow and white ones and tied it off as well.

“Finally, we come down to the last two cords. The silver and gold colors of these cords signify fidelity, honesty, loyalty, and trust in a normal marriage. However, on this special day, they symbolize the meeting of yin and yang. Together, they create harmony and balance for there can be no dark without the light and vice versa.”

For the final cords, Dumbledore tied the gold one to Hermione’s arm and the silver one to Draco’s. Then he threaded these over, around, and through all the other cords, up to the other’s arm and then back to the middle of their arms. There he twined them together and tied them into an intricate knot. He stepped back up and produced a knife that Hermione recognized as Draco’s.

“Heart and soul, we bind these two together forever.” Dumbledore slipped the knife between their arms and twisted. A sharp sting made the couple wince before they both felt warmth creeping up their arms and through their body.

Everyone in the room started chanting a long spell in what Hermione recognized to be Latin. Now more than ever, she wished she was fluent in that language. The warmth had spread throughout their bodies and magic crackled around them. Dumbledore had taken a step backwards to avoid the sparks. Everyone lowered their voices to a dull hum while Dumbledore talked over them.

“Draco Malfoy, do you take this woman to be your wife? Will you love, honor, and respect her the rest of your days?”

“I will,” Draco said softly.

“Hermione Granger, do you take this man to be your husband? Will you love, honor, and respect him the rest of your days?”

“I will,” Hermione said softly.

“What the Fates have joined together let nothing separate.” He began chanting with everyone else again. The voices got louder as magic swirled around the couple. Dumbledore retreated to the outer circle in between Severus and Remus.

Hermione was on fire. Her blood boiled in her veins and she could hear buzzing in her ears. Her gums itched for a second and then she felt her eyeteeth elongate and sharpen. She opened her mouth to explore them with her tongue and earned a smile from Draco, whose own teeth were glinting. His hair was a kaleidoscope of colors; blends of his platinum blonde, Snape jet black, and her own chestnut brown swirled in numerous patterns on his head. She smiled and accidentally cut her lip. It healed instantaneously and her eyes widened.

Draco watched as Hermione discovered that she now had fangs. They looked quite wicked on her but he couldn’t ponder it because his attention was drawn to her bushy hair. It was spiraling in colors and mesmerizing him. Watching the patterns was the only thing keeping him from lingering on the burning pain that had now settled deep inside his chest, as if at his very core. He realized quite suddenly that it was his core. The bond was repairing the damage done.

The couple sighed as they felt the burning pain being replaced with soothing warmth. All the anxiety, the jittery feeling of magic on edge dissipated and they were left with a welcoming calm. They finally felt comfortable in their own skin, the need to seek out something they didn’t know they were searching for disappeared. At their sigh, the chanting stopped and a brilliant white light filled the room.

“It is done!” Dumbledore called out in a loud authoritative voice. The great hall shook for a minute and then everything was back to normal once again. The circles disappeared, the decorations were gone, and the pews were once again transformed back into tables. It was amazing how fast it had happened.

“Did we do that?” Hermione whispered.

“I believe you did my dear!” Albus said in amusement. “The hall was charmed to revert upon completion of the marriage. My congratulations to you both.”

“Headmaster?” Draco asked, looking down at their arms that were still tied together. “Aren’t these supposed to disappear?”

“So they are!” Dumbledore said jovially. “You may now kiss your bride.”

Draco gave him a strange look and gingerly leaned over to take Hermione’s lips in a gentle kiss. White light shot out from the couple, knocking everyone in the room flat on their backs. The ties seemed to melt into their arms; the colors stayed on the surface and began to creep over the skin in runic patterns. The couple stared in amazement as their exposed skin was covered in tiny glowing markings.

The colors danced for a few minutes before they glowed brightly. When the glow faded, they stared at each other in amazement. Their uncovered left arms had a Celtic knot at the wrist in gold and silver. On the left side of each of their eyes, there was a beautiful gold and silver tattoo of a tiny hummingbird. Curious, they turned to the Headmaster for further clarity.

“Beautiful aren’t they?” He said softly. “Celtic knots of course have different meanings. The markings on your wrists mean love without end. I’m sure you will be able to figure that one out in due time. The drawings on your faces, however, are very curious things indeed. Native Americans place the symbol of the hummingbird to mean devotion, permanence and eternity. It is a very strong symbol because although the bird is very small, its determination knows no bounds. I’m sure you will find more markings like these all over your bodies. If I’m not mistaken, they will even change as your status changes.”

“Wow,” they said in unison. Hermione let go of Draco’s arm and suddenly felt bereft. Her face fell and tears started forming in her eyes. Draco immediately grabbed her and yanked her hard into his chest, his own emotions overpowering his sense of decorum. They trembled with a sudden need to complete the bond.

“I see it is time. Severus and Remus will escort you to the Room of Requirement. Everything you will need has already been sent there for you. Remember, you will both need to make an appearance at breakfast and you’ll need to view my memories before then. I’ll have my pensieve sent up. Hurry now.”

The couple stood on shaking legs, tingling from being in a stationary position for so long on the stone floor. They clung to each other, afraid to lose contact. The room was blurry and things were getting harder to comprehend. Cloaks were placed on their backs and hands were leading them from the hall but they could only seem to see each other clearly.

The door to the ROR had never been so welcomed before. Hermione thought she’d heard Remus offer his congratulations before the door closed but the roaring in her ears made it impossible to hear. She was a bundle of nerves. This was it. She was married and now it was time to…OH! Her body trembled in fear.

Sensing her discomfort, Draco slowly walked her to the huge four poster bed that dominated the room and sat her down. He slid the cloak from her shoulders and draped it over a nearby chair. He did the same with his own and then knelt in front of her and took her hand. “Hermione?”

Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. She looked like a rabbit that was being stalked by a wolf. Her entire body shook and she could scarcely breathe. He brought one finger up to the tiny gold hummingbird tattoo beside her left eye and gently stroked it. To his astonishment, the bird fluttered its wings and shook itself out, causing him to jump.

At her inquisitive look, he smiled. “They move when you touch them! Go ahead, see for yourself.”

She brought a tentative hand to his temple and gently stroked the tiny silver bird there. It spread its wings and hopped up and down a time or two before it went back to its previous nesting position. She giggled, feeling the nerves slowly start to dissipate. Thankfully, the pull of the bond receded just enough to let them slow down. Draco leaned in slowly and gave her bird a gentle kiss. It took off in flight, its tiny wings beating so fast they blurred on her skin but it never moved from its position on her face. She kissed his temple in turn and watched as his bird flew.

Feeling a gentle pull of the bond now, Draco captured her lips in a fiery kiss. He heard her moan softly and it spurred him on. His left hand came up to remove the tiara from her hair. Then he took the pins out and watched the mass of curls come tumbling down in a shower of chestnut sparkles. Ginny had apparently charmed them to stay in by themselves. The effect was awe inspiring.

“You look like an angel.” He whispered softly. She blushed bright red and lowered her eyes to the floor. He grasped her chin and raised her face to meet his. “None of that. Remember, don’t think, just feel.” He captured her lips again as he ran his hands through her silky mane. She melted into the kiss, lost to the feel of his hard body pressed against hers.

His hands wandered down her back, coming to a stop just above the dress line. He pulled back to look into her eyes as he slowly pulled the zipper down. The top slipped down to reveal her perfect breasts, the nipples already peaked with arousal. He ducked to take one dusky peak into his mouth and heard her soft gasp. Her hands threaded through his hair as he worried the tender flesh and then soothed it with soft strokes of his tongue.

He chuckled at her weak protests as he pulled back to switch his attention to the other breast. Her soft moans and sighs were driving him crazy. He was already rock hard and more than ready for her but he knew he needed to take his time. This was her first time and he was determined to make it a night she wouldn’t soon forget.

He left her breasts to give her another searing kiss, leaning her back to lie on the bed as he did. He pulled away to slip the dress down her body and draped it across the chair as well. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the beautiful picture she created. Her hair draped across the bed in a sparkling halo. She was flushed and had a healthy glow over her delicate body. He knew the strength she possessed though and it only served to turn him on more.

His eyes strayed to the multi-colored scar that ran in between her breasts. It sparkled in the dimly lit room each time the candles flickered. Something else caught his attention and he leaned over the edge of the bed to get a closer look. Above her heart was another golden rune, one he didn’t recognize. He traced it lightly with his finger and watched it pulse with a dull golden light. He began to look closer and noticed that she had several of the tiny runes scattered over strategic points on her body. There were ones that formed a collar of sorts around her neck. Another set circled her belly button.

The tiny scrap of white lace fabric at the apex of her legs halted his journey for a bit. His mouth ran dry at the thought of what that mere cloth was covering but recovered before he could visibly drool. He noticed a tiny smirk on Hermione’s face when he’d stalled. Minx! Then he noticed that there were markings above the fabric line as well. He followed the path of her long, shapely legs to her tiny ankles. They too had bands of runes circling them. He cocked his head and looked over to her right wrist. Sure enough, there was another band there as well.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he grabbed her hand and helped her to stand. He circled around her body, dragging his fingers along her waist as he went and relishing in her tiny shivers. When he got to her back, he couldn’t help but to gasp out loud. There was a huge tattoo of a silver dragon intertwined with a golden lion. It was beautiful. He described it to Hermione in great detail before his eyes traveled downward. At the crease just above her arse, there was another cluster of symbols in the shape of an otter.

“Draco?” Hermione asked timidly when he was done describing the markings on her body that she couldn’t see.

“What is it?” He asked softly, walking back around to face her. His hand traced small patterns on her stomach causing her to shiver.

“You are wearing entirely too many clothes.” She huffed and commenced to unbuttoning his dress shirt. Her movements were slow and torturous, payback for his maddening caresses earlier. He made a grunt of annoyance but it only served to make her go slower. Resolved to his fate, he pacified himself by caressing her breasts. He pulled the nipples taught, pinched them, and then soothed them with his fingertips.

Thoroughly frustrated now, Hermione groaned and ripped the shirt from his back, earning her a deep chuckle. Her eyes widened at the expanse of creamy skin she’d just unveiled. He too had runes all over his body but his were silver. It seemed like he had one in every place she did. Eager to see more, she unceremoniously jerked his trousers open and yanked them down to the floor. She pushed him back on the bed so she could take them the rest of the way off, along with his shoes and socks. She nodded her head in confirmation when she noticed that he hand ankle bands as well.

Looking back up his body, she stopped when she saw the hugely tented green silk boxers he wore. In her haste to disrobe him, she hadn’t registered them. She flushed violently and looked away, only to be yanked unceremoniously on top of him.

“Like what you see?” He chuckled darkly. She scrambled back off of the bed, unnerved at how vulnerable she felt. “Oh no you don’t.” He said warningly. “You’re not running from me any longer.”

Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she took another step backwards. He leapt towards her and caught her in a bear hug before she could move any further. “You don’t have anything to be scared of Hermione.” He whispered softly into her ear. “I would hurt you. You know that, right?”

She nodded her head minutely, unable to speak at that moment. He released her from his hold and once again gave her a gentle kiss. “Remember, don’t think, just feel. Besides, I’m quite proud of my body. It’s nice to have someone agree.” He teased, earning him a playful smack on the shoulder.

“Turn around please?” Hermione said barely above a whisper. She was feeling a bit better but was still too scared to go any further so she did what she did best, research. She lost herself in the image of the dragon and lion that had formed on Draco’s back. From his description, it was the very same one. However, the runes on his lower back were in the shape of a fox instead of an otter.

“I wonder why that is?” Draco asked her.

“Well, I’m just guessing here but I’d say it was our patronus. My patronus is an otter. Is yours a fox?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I can’t conjure one.” He said sadly, turning around to face her. “Pure dark, remember? I asked Severus about it. Patronuses are conjured from the light, from happy memories and good feelings. I am neither light nor do I have that many happy memories. Therefore, I am incapable of producing one.”

“Oh!” Hermione said, her voice full of sympathy. “I didn’t realize-”

“It’s fine,” Draco cut her off. “It’s just something I have to live with. You’ve never been able to cast unforgivables and they are second nature to me. It’s just the differences that we have to live with.”

“Not anymore,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “We should be able to share magic now right?” Draco nodded. “Then we should be able to draw from each other to cast. I still have no desire to use an unforgivable but I think you can call on my magic to conjure a patronus!” She bounced a bit excitedly earning Draco’s rapt attention. She blushed when she realized he was ogling her tits.

“No, don’t stop. I was enjoying the view.”

She blushed horribly. “Prat,” she squeaked out and he laughed. “Do you want to try to conjure one now?” She asked nervously, realizing that he was staring at her like a piece of meat.

“Maybe later. Right now, I can think of so many more important matters to take care of,” he said with a feral gleam in his eyes as he stalked forwards. She forgot to breathe as he grabbed her and pressed her firmly into his body. He walked them backwards and fell on the bed, taking her with him. Suddenly remembering something very important, he pulled back.

“Hermione, are you on a contraceptive?”

She nodded shyly. “Professor Snape slipped me one after my last class of the day. He said it would last a month.”

“Remind me to thank him later.”

In a move that caused her head to spin, he switched positions so he was on top and proceeded to kiss every inch of her body he could reach. He made the torturous path down her neck to her collarbone and then trailed kisses in between her breasts, carefully avoiding giving them any attention. Then he kissed his way down her belly and traced the runes around her belly button with his tongue, causing her to gasp. He took hold of her knickers and slid them carefully off her body, stifling a groan when he saw the neatly trimmed chestnut hair that covered her treasure.

He threw the scrap of lace over his shoulder and started kissing her stomach again. He kissed his way over to her right hip bone and then down her leg, avoiding her center. His fingertips trailed after, causing goose bumps to erupt all over her body.

Hermione was writhing in pleasure; her body on sensory overload from the butterfly kisses he was peppering her skin with. He was making his way back up her left leg, worshiping it with his lips. She was in heaven and hell at the same time. She felt the same tingly feeling in her core that she did every time they’d played around in the past. Still, she’d never been entirely nude before him. She couldn’t bring herself to be embarrassed though. The look in his eyes let her know that he was thoroughly pleased with what he saw.

His eyes weren’t the only thing giving him away though. She could feel his feelings, lust and appreciation was at the forefront of those. If she concentrated enough, she thought she could pick up his thoughts as well. Disjointed comments like soft, warm, and delicious flooded her mind and caused her breathing to speed up.

Draco could feel Hermione too. Wonderment and arousal flooded her feelings and thoughts of contentment and desire floated through his mind as he kissed her left hipbone. Determined that she would at least experience one orgasm her first time, he spread her legs to taste her center. She snapped her legs closed and started protesting when she realized what he was about to do.

“Shhh!” He reassured her with a hand on her abdomen. “I want to make you feel good. Let me do this. It will make it easier later.”

Reluctantly, she spread her legs for him once more and he took a deep breath. Her musky smell was intoxicating. He lowered his face to her center and paused a second before bursting out laughing. Mortified, she sat up and hugged to her chest.

“No!” Draco said, realizing what it must have looked like. “You’re perfect. It’s just that, well you have markings there too.”

“What?” She asked in a small voice.

His chest throbbed a bit at the hurt tone in her voice. “There are runes on your pussy, almost like an arrow. It’s pointing to the most wonderful place on earth.” He said with a wry smile and then his brow wrinkled. “I wonder.”

He got off the bed and tugged his pants off. His length sprung to attention, earning a gasp from Hermione. He smirked and then laughed loudly. She tilted her head in question and he pointed to his erect member. “It has an arrow too!”

Unable to hold it in, she burst out laughing. “You mean that we’re tattooed with directions on how to have sex?”

“Looks that way.” Draco smirked. He crawled back into the bed and grabbed one of her ankles, dragging her back down under him. “Although I can assure you,” he said as he took her lips in a scorching kiss. “I don’t need directions.”

She gasped as he quickly spread her legs apart and dove into her center. He attacked her core with gusto, relishing in her unique taste. He’d never cared for this particular act before, preferring to be as far away from his partner as possible. However, he couldn’t seem to get enough of this gorgeous creature underneath him.

Hermione was overcome with sensations. His tongue was sending little sparks shooting through her core with each lick. Then he placed his mouth over her clit and sucked gently, causing her back to arch off the bed in pleasure. She moaned loudly, unable to hold back anymore and this seemed to encourage him. Suddenly, she felt the warm wet muscle penetrate her center. The sensations were unlike anything she’d experienced before. Tendrils of pleasure shot through her body as he flicked his talented tongue inside her.

He brought his fingers up to slowly circle her clit and she writhed, trying to get away from the overwhelming feelings he was giving her. He was having none of it. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he used one hand to hold her down and the other to continue its assault on her clit. She squealed at the heightened pleasure.

He pulled back to look at the writhing beauty underneath him, earning a disappointed groan from his wife. His wife! That thought caused a painful throb in his nether region. She was his, all his. He traced her clit with his tongue as he slowly slid one finger into her sopping wet channel. The wet, tight heat almost made him lose it. He took a deep breath to steady himself and began slowly thrusting in and out. She was so tight and her moans and sighs were making him harder than he’d ever been before.

She was amazingly responsive for as little experience as she had. He couldn’t wait to tie her up and fuck her for all he was worth. He could imagine the pleasure as he thrust deeply into her tight channel and the thought caused him to let out a groan. Deciding that he would burst if he didn’t distract himself, he concentrated all his energy on pleasing her.

Hermione was lost to the sensations that Draco was giving her. He was ripping responses from her body that she thought only belonged in dirty movies and smut books. She felt the bubble of pleasure start to expand in her belly as he added a second finger into her core. One lick, two, then a gentle suction over her clit and the bubble popped, pleasure engulfing her. She saw stars as her body shook with pleasure.

Draco lapped at her core, making sure he caught every drop of her sweet release and relishing the mewling sounds she was making. He continued his gentle ministrations until she’d completely come back down and then kissed his way up her body. He took her lips in a soft kiss, surprised when she didn’t pull away in disgust. Instead, she grabbed his hair and deepened the kiss, holding on as if he was the only thing anchoring her to the ground.

Pulling away, he dropped a few butterfly kisses to her lips, her eyelids, and then her forehead before he leaned back to look at her. She looked stunning, eyes closed, a thin sheen of sweat covering her flushed body. Her hair was damp around her temples, causing ringlets to form in the mass of crystal covered hair.

“That was, I’ve never…wow.” Hermione managed to stutter out.

He gave her a heart-melting smile. “There’s more where that came from,” he whispered and dropped back down to give her another tender kiss.

Her eyes popped open, her breathing sped up, nerves returning full force. She knew this moment was coming but now she was terrified. All her research told her that the average male was around six inches long and Draco was easily nine and quite thick. Seeing her reservations, he sat back on his heels and grabbed her arms, pulling her to a sitting position.

“Touch me,” he whispered. She froze. “Go on,” he said, putting one of her hands on his rock hard member. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

Unnerved but curious, she gently stroked the large member. Her feather light touch was driving him insane and he groaned from the exquisite torture. She halted, afraid she’d hurt him.

“Take a firm hold,” he croaked out, tightening his hand over hers. “Trust me, you won’t hurt me.” When she obeyed, he hummed in pleasure.

Hermione was fascinated by the engorged length. It was hard as steel and yet soft as silk. She traced the veins and ridges up to the mushroomed head. A drop of milky white fluid wept from the tip. Curious, she scooped it up with her fingertip and put it in her mouth. It was a bit bitter and salty, definitely something that would take some getting used to.

Draco opened his eyes to see her stick her finger in her mouth. Unable to stand the erotic sight, he growled and pushed her back onto her back. “That’s enough.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Hermione asked in a small voice.

“Merlin no,” Draco breathed. “But if you had kept that up, this night would have been extremely short.” Then he kissed her once again, trying to heat her up while allowing himself to cool down. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her soft flesh.

When Hermione was flushed and panting once again, Draco placed his hips between her open thighs and lined himself up with her entrance. Her eyes widened and she started to panic. “No! It’s too big! You’ll rip me in half!”

Draco gently shushed her and caressed her cheek. “Shh. Everything will be fine. I’m afraid I can’t do anything about the initial pain, but it will only hurt for a moment. It will get better, I promise. We’ll go as slow as you need to, alright?”

Trembling, she nodded and braced herself. Knowing it would hurt more if she was tense, he claimed her lips again. When they parted, he thrust his tongue into her willing mouth, exploring every crevice. His hand wondered down to her apex and gently massaged her clit, causing her to gasp into his mouth. She quickly lost herself to the pleasure. He dipped one finger into her core to test her readiness and discovered that she was dripping wet.

He grabbed his member and placed it at her ready entrance. His lips never leaving hers, he eased the tip inside of her hot channel. He shook with pleasure. If it felt this good now, he couldn’t wait until he was seated inside her to the hilt. He held himself still though, afraid that he would lose his control if he moved.

Hermione gasped at the feeling of his pulsing member against her center. She held her breath as Draco steadied himself on his arms and got into a better position. He placed her arms around his neck and lifted her hips. She was terrified but there was no turning back now. The bond flared between them, causing them to glow brightly.

“Ready?”

She nodded and he thrust sharply, burying himself deep inside her. She cried out at the sharp pain. He lowered himself to his elbows and kissed her tears away, making sure he held himself very still so he wouldn’t hurt her further. Their magic flared brightly, blinding them both. A feeling of a rubber band snapping surged through their magical cores. A calm that neither had ever known descended on them as their magic joined and balanced with each other for the first time ever.

The brilliant light faded to a dull glow, illuminating the awe on both of their faces. Raw magical power hummed through their bodies and caused a pleasurable warming sensation. It soothed the ache she was feeling. “I’m ready,” she whispered.

Slowly, he began slowly thrusting into her tight, hot channel. He’d never felt anything so exquisite in his life. It took every ounce of control not to let go and pound into her like a mad man. Her small gasps turned into louder moans. He tilted his hips and whirled his pelvis to brush up against her clit with every stroke. Her cries grew louder.

He thrust faster, lost to the pleasure. Feeling the tightening in his balls and realizing he was too close, he brought his hand in between them and worried her clit until she came with a shrill cry, shaking from the force of it. Feeling her walls clamp down on his member almost painfully, he let go with a cry of his own. His orgasm rushed through him with a force that caused him to see stars. It seemed to go on forever until finally, he was spent.

He collapsed, careful to hold just enough of his weight to keep from crushing Hermione. He gave her one last gentle kiss. When she opened her eyes, the emotions there caused him to inhale sharply. Satisfaction, awe, and dare he say it, love were shining brightly in the liquid gold depths.

She gave him a sated smile and watched as his eyes flickered from her eyes to her mouth. His silver orbs were like storm clouds, conveying a hundred emotions at once. There were so many warring behind them, joy and pleasure the easiest to pick out. “That was wonderful,” she whispered and his face broke out into a joyous smile.

Carefully, he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back. With a wave of his hand, they were both cleaned. He was immensely pleased that he could do magic again. Another flick of his fingers and the covers on the bed disappeared from underneath them and spread themselves over them. He gathered his new wife into his arms, kissed her gently on the head, and snuggled in for some much needed rest.

She was asleep and breathing evenly in mere minutes but he remained awake, pondering the events of the day. He was married and not just to anyone, a muggle-born. What a muggle-born she was too. She was everything he’d ever thought he wanted in a wife but wasn’t allowed to have; smart, courageous, powerful, and compassionate, she’d accepted him not only because she had to, but because she wanted to.

He still couldn’t believe the complete turnaround his life had taken in the last two months. He’d gone from being terrified and disgusted with his life to secure and dare he say it, happy. He still had nightmares of the night he’d been branded with the dark mark. The terror had never left him and he still had trouble sleeping when the thought of getting caught crossed his mind.

At first, he was livid that he’d been saddled with a bushy haired, know-it-all, mudblood. Somehow, she’d managed to burrow herself beneath his very skin and warm his long dead heart. It was just her way. He smiled when he thought about how different his godfather was now because of her. She’d managed to worm her way inside his heart as well. He figured it was just one of the many wonderful things that Hermione Granger was able to do.

She’d been exceptional earlier, responding to his every touch, writhing against him with abandon. He’d been intoxicated by her. Then when the bond flared, he swore a piece of himself dislodged and was replaced by a piece of her. He’d tried to remember if he’d ever felt this content before and found he couldn’t. Every moment of his life seemed to either be overshadowed by his tyrant father, brainwashed sycophants, or the scaly bastard who’d branded him.

Now that they were bonded, he had to look ahead to the future. He was so tempted to replay the night in a loop forever. Still, things needed to be sorted out. Severus had discussed his new role as a spy with him in some depth after each one of Hermione’s “detentions”. They’d worked on controlling his emotions, keeping his mask in place, and most importantly, making his mind impenetrable while allowing the Dark Lord to think he had access to everything.

It was tiring and some days he’d wished he would have just grabbed his mother and ran. Logically, he knew that they’d have been caught and met with a fate worse than death. Hermione had a muggle saying that had annoyed him from the start but it made a modicum of sense to him now. When life hands you lemons, make lemonade. Grousing about it one day, Severus had mentioned that there was another form of the saying as well. When life hands you lemons, find someone who has been handed tequila and have a party. He much preferred the second saying when Severus finally explained what tequila was.

Sleep evaded him as he went over strategic moves in his head. He still had to find a way to kill the headmaster, or at least make it look like it he had tried to. The tricky part was the fact that Severus had taken not one, but two vows that he would be the one to end Dumbledore when the time came. Perhaps there was a way to trick the vow into thinking he’d been killed. He made a mental note to ask Hermione later. Surely they could come up with something.

Next, he had to find a way to let the Death Eaters into the castle. That part actually sickened him worse than killing Dumbledore did because he knew there was no way to back out of it. The Dark Lord was sending his Aunt Bellatrix and Fenrir Greyback, no doubt because both had a sick need to torture innocent children. In Fenrir’s case, it was more of an acquired taste. That thought caused him to shudder.

He had to find a way to make them think he’d accomplished his task while simultaneously ensuring that no one would be injured. He also had to have them witness Severus murdering Albus. Well, hopefully that would be staged. No doubt that Potter would be with him when the time came. How would that play into their plans? Would Potter come barging in and ruin everything. Once again, he made a note to ask everyone about that one. Perhaps Dumbledore could stun him so he wouldn’t interfere.

After those things were done, the real work began. The thought almost caused him to laugh out loud but he caught himself at the last moment, unwilling to wake the woman lying on his chest. They’d have to figure out what happened when he had to flee school. They couldn’t physically be apart before but that might have changed now. Still, he knew that distances would be exceptionally hard on them. They still had the charmed buttons to communicate but that would only get them so far. That was another thing for the list.

He snorted when he added that to the list. Since when had he depended on others for his next step? It bruised his pride a bit to realize that the mere slip of a girl resting on his chest had become the decision maker in his life. She was his friend, his confidant, and now his lover…and wife. His breath caught in his throat at that thought. Deciding that he’d done enough thinking for one night, he snuggled up next to her and closed his eyes.

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Hermione woke when she heard the loud crack of a house elf. She opened her eyes to see the bulbous green eyes of Dobby staring at her.

“Missy Mione!” Dobby squeaked softly. “Headmaster says to wakes you up and tells you to watch the memories.”

“Thank you Dobby,” she whispered groggily. “What time is it?”

“It is 7 Miss,” Dobby replied before he left with another loud crack.

She rubbed the sleep out of her eye and started to move when she realized that there was an arm draped over her waist. Blushing when the memories of the previous night came flooding back to her, she shifted so she could see her new husband. The thought made her heart skip a beat. She was married! Deciding not to linger on that thought lest she hyperventilate, she set about trying to get up.

She remembered falling asleep while lying on his chest but somehow they’d moved around so that he was now spooning her. She carefully lifted his arm and scooted out from under it, trying carefully not to wake him up. She needed a minute to gather her thoughts. When she’d successfully disentangled herself, she turned over to get a better look at him.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep. The stress lines around his eyes were a bit more pronounced but the dark circles under them were gone. His mouth was parted, his short fangs poking through. She ran her tongue over hers in thought. They hadn’t even noticed them the night before. Did they retract? Surely they had to. Snape was able to retract his.

Moving past that thought, she flicked her eyes to the hummingbird tattoo on his left temple. It was fluffed up, peacefully sleeping. She smiled and looked up at his hair. The thin strand of black was there in the platinum blonde fringe but beside it was another strand, a chestnut one. It was just as thin as the black and just as straight as his own hair. She reached up to touch it, discovering that it was just as soft as well. She wondered if he would have to keep it glamoured or if, like Snape said, it would only be visible to those who knew.

Her eyes traveled back down his face to his neck. The silver runes were there in a thin band, like a tattooed collar. She supposed that his tie would cover that. It was a good thing he always wore collared shirts. Her gaze moved downward to his pale chest and marveled for a moment at the tiny silver rune over his heart before moving again. His body was hard, toned, and defined, nothing like she had originally expected. He’d confided that it wasn’t just quidditch that kept him in shape. He was skilled in martial arts and several other forms of hand to hand combat. She wondered if he would teach her now. It might come in handy considering what was coming.

That thought brought her back to the reason she was woken in the first place. Reluctantly, she got up, wincing from the dull ache in her center. She blushed again, realizing what the ache was from. Shaking her head, she mince stepped to the bathroom to relieve herself. It burned a bit but she was slowly getting used to the pain. After all, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the headaches she’d suffered from for nearly two months.

Suddenly, she realized the headache was completely gone. Before, there was still a very mild ache even when she was with Draco. Now her head was blissfully pain free and clear. She was finally able to relax completely and it was a welcomed sensation. A smile broke out on her face as she walked back into the other room. There was a robe lying over the chair where their clothes had been placed last night. Dobby must have taken their laundry and replaced it with them. She made a note to knit him a scarf over the holidays.

Slipping the robe on, she took in the room for the first time. It was the same one they’d stayed in before when she was healing from Dolohov’s curse and the subsequent cure. There was one difference, a small table in the corner. She realized that it contained Dumbledore’s pensieve and the bottle containing his memories of the night before. Figuring there was no time like the present, she walked over and poured the contents of the vial in.

Glad that Harry had explained not only how they worked, but how it felt as well, she prepared herself. With square shoulders and a deep breath, she plunged her face into the bowl and felt herself falling into the memory. Dubledore had just closed the doors to the Great Hall and turned around. Disappointment was etched in his features, the ever present twinkle gone from his eyes.

Harry and Ron had just gotten off of the floor and looked up guiltily when the Headmaster appeared. Hermione felt her anger return full force when she saw them. She couldn’t believe that they had snuck out to spy on her, no doubt using that damned map. If Harry didn’t need it when he traveled to Dumbledore’s office late at night, she’d grab it and stuff it in the bottom of her trunk.

“Professor, we didn’t mean-“ Harry started but was cut off with a wave of Dumbledore’s hand.

“You most certainly did mean to sneak out to spy on your friend. What I cannot understand is why.”

“They are up to something,” Harry insisted. “None of this is just coincidence.”

“Of course it isn’t coincidence Harry. Someone meant to attack Miss Granger that night. However, the consequences of that attack are grave. I was certain that you understood this.”

“I do understand it but there’s more going on,” Harry stubbornly insisted.

“Whether there is or not is none of your concern Harry. What saddens me is that you have chosen not to trust your friend.”

“I trust her, sir. It’s them I don’t trust. They’ll hurt her.”

“Nonsense!” Dumbledore snapped. “The only one hurting Miss Granger at this point is you, Harry. By not trusting her, you’ve hurt her far more than mere words can say.”

Harry ducked his head, ashamed. Ron, who had been silently listening to the exchange, spoke up during the lull in conversation. “Will someone please tell me what is going on? Why were Mione and Malfoy bleeding so badly? Is she hurt?”

“Mr. Weasley, suffice it to say that Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy were hit with a rare curse during their attack. It had some adverse effects.”

“Will she be okay?” Ron asked, concern lacing his tone.

“She will be now. Miss Granger is quite brilliant, as I’m sure you both know. She managed to find a counter for the curse, which is what is taking place tonight. She will be fine come morning.”

Ron nodded and then shook his head. “Sir, they both looked nervous. I mean, Malfoy didn’t even insult her and asked her if she was scared.”

Dumbledore sighed. “The spell is somewhat of a risk, Mr. Weasley, albeit a small one. I’m sure they were more than aware of that fact. However, I can assure you that the alternative is worse.”

Ron shook his head in disbelief. “Blimey. I noticed that she was off but how did I not see it before? How long has she been bleeding like that?”

Dumbledore gave him a sympathetic look. “Since lunch today Mr. Weasley. I can assure you that she will return to full health by morning.”

Ron nodded, his face pensive. Hermione could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he pieced everything together. She smirked a bit when she thought of all the questions he would bombard Harry with that couldn’t be answered. She felt a bit petty at the thought of getting them both back but brushed it off quickly. They should have trusted her.

“Harry, you don’t seem so surprised,” Ron said, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“Harry already knew but had vowed to remain silent on the issue.” Dumbledore said with a pointed glance in Harry’s direction. His head sunk lower in response as he nodded.

“Why?” Ron asked, bewildered.

“Mr. Weasley, what do you think would happen should Voldemort get a hold of the knowledge that the best friend of Harry Potter had been compromised?”

Ron paled. “She’d be safe here. We’d protect her.”

“I’m afraid that Hogwarts isn’t quite the safe haven it used to be, Mr. Weasley. There are many unfriendly ears and eyes about the castle now. It is best to watch your tongue. Besides, Miss Granger will be fine in the morning. I think it best to put this whole episode behind us. Whether or not she is willing to do the same will be for her to decide. Now, both of you will return to your house with a loss of 25 points each. You will see Miss Granger at breakfast in the morning. I urge you both not to breathe a word of this to anyone. You never know who could be listening in.” Dumbledore turned around and stalked back into the Great Hall leaving a thoroughly chastised Ron and Harry in the corridor.

Hermione straightened up felt herself step back from the pensieve. Dumbledore had said she was cursed but the counter administered that night. Well, something was definitely administered, she thought and blushed deeply.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” Draco’s arms wound around her shoulders and pressed her back into his strong body. She could feel his hardened length at her back and squirmed a bit, embarrassed. “See something interesting?”

She cleared her throat. “Dumbledore told them that we were cursed but the counter was administered last night. I’m to be at breakfast this morning to prove that I didn’t get eaten by the big, bad Slytherins.”

Draco chuckled darkly. “Oh but you did.” He drawled and spun her around to plant a heated kiss on her lips before she could protest. She melted into his kiss, unable to fight. He felt so right pressed up against her, plundering her mouth expertly. His hands had somehow burrowed their way under her robe and were now caressing her breasts. She moaned and then stepped back.

“I…I’m a little sore,” she said in embarrassment, ducking her head so she didn’t have to look him in the eye. He fell to his knees and kissed her bare stomach. A warming sensation enveloped her abdomen and then the pain disappeared.

“Don’t ask me how I know that spell, but it should have helped,” Draco said softly.

Eyes tearing up, she nodded. “It feels much better, thank you.” She didn’t have to ask where he learned that particular spell, a guess was good enough. His father was truly a horrible man who took pleasure in other people’s pain and she felt even worse for Narcissa now. However, she was grateful for the knowledge Draco had gained in that situation.

“No problem. Now, where were we?” He purred in her ear as he kissed his way up her abdomen.

“We were going to get dressed and go down to breakfast,” she answered breathlessly.

Draco hummed and then stood up. “Well, you’ll need a shower first,” he said with a wicked grin. Then he scooped her up, ignoring her squeals, and carried her into the bathroom. He jerked her robe off and stepped into the shower with her.

She was once again bombarded with his kisses, his caresses, and the overwhelming sense of rightness that he brought her. “This shouldn’t feel so good,” she whispered.

“Yes it should,” he answered and braced her back against the wall in the shower, bringing her legs up around his waist. “It should feel perfect.” He slid home, earning a low moan from the soaking wet beauty. He was still gentle with her, knowing it would take a while for her to get used to him but he wasn’t slow. They found completion moments later. The rest of the shower was spent with tender caresses, feather-light kisses, and gentle exploration.

They marveled once again at all the markings they’d earned the night before. Holding their limbs for comparison, they discovered that the runes did indeed match. Hermione recognized some. The ones around their belly buttons were related to physical health. One was specific for fertility and the one beside it was the sign for no. They took it to mean that the contraceptive potion worked.

The ones on their ankles were protective runes. The ones on their right wrists indicated great power and control. Looking closely, she saw that the runes on Draco’s lower back spelled out protection. He examined her otter and discovered that it was the same runes, just in a different pattern. The ones on their chests were a mystery.

“Draco, how on earth are we going to hide all of these?”

“Well, for now, our uniforms should cover them. Later, we’ll have to take to wearing jewelry or something. Really, most we will be able to cover. It’s the ones on our faces that have me worried.”

“Well, Remus said that we could use muggle makeup. It shouldn’t be that difficult.”

“Granger,” he growled.

“Malfoy,” she whispered and his mouth dropped open in shock. “I’m a Malfoy now.”

He closed his mouth and nodded. “So you are.” He kissed her tenderly. “My apologies Malfoy.”

She giggled. “Let’s just stick with Granger.”

“How about Hermione?”

“Hmmm. Not sure if I like it.” She teased and then squeaked when he smacked her arse sharply. “Fine, Hermione it is. Getting back on topic, muggle makeup is the only way we’re going to be able to cover it Draco. You’ll have to learn to apply it though. We won’t always be together.”

Draco huffed. “Fine. I’ll learn to wear bloody makeup like a pouffer.”

“Enough,” Hermione snapped. “We’ll do what we must. Maybe we can come up with some sort of sticking charm so we only have to apply it once a week or something. We’ll work it out. In the meantime, I need to wash my hair and we need to get out of here because we are going to be late.

She grabbed her bottle and went to shampoo her hair, yelping when something scratched her head. “What in the bloody hell is that?”

Draco chuckled. “It looks like Red’s charm work was a bit longer lasting than originally planned.” He waved his hand over her hair and then frowned. He waved it again and again, the crease in his brow getting more defined with his frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked, afraid of the answer.

“Your friend decided to add her signature to the spell. I can’t remove it. You’ll have to go down with them in.”

“What? No! I can’t do that.” She tried to yank one out and discovering that she couldn’t and groaned. “Now what? It hurts to wash my hair. How in the world am I going to brush it?”

Draco snickered and snapped his fingers. She felt the suds on her head moving around, tingling her scalp. He pushed her under the spray and carefully moved her locks around, rinsing them clean. Then he turned the water off and stepped out, handing her a towel in the process. They dried in silence until she ran the towel over her hair. She hissed in pain.

“Stop that,” he snapped. He flicked his fingers and her hair was dry. Another flick and it was detangled and hanging in soft waves down her back. The crystals sparkled merrily in the light. She turned to look at herself in the mirror and noticed that she had two streaks in her hair, one black and one blonde.

“I think it suits you,” he whispered in her ear. She blushed and shook her head. “Leave the crystals in for a while, please?” Seeing the sincerity in his eyes reflected in the mirror, she nodded in acceptance. “Now, as lovely as my hair color looks on you, others might not think so”

She gasped and flicked her fingers, placing her own glamour charm on it. Seeing her dull chestnut locks made her a bit sad for some reason. “You might want to take your own advice there Malfoy.”

He smirked and placed a glamour on his hair as well. “Better?” She nodded. “Now, what about this?” He asked, pointing to the hummingbird.

“We’ll have to find someone with makeup.” She said, biting her lip. She went into the other room and slipped into a pair of trousers and a turtleneck. Then she called for Dobby.

Crack “Yes Missy Mione?”

“Dobby, can you tell Ginny Weasley that I need some makeup? Be sure not to wake anyone else up.”

“Yes Missy Mione! Dobby does it right away!” He squeaked and popped out and back in a few seconds later. “Missy Weezy says to say that she’ll be here in a minute. Is there anything else Dobby can do?”

“No Dobby, you’ve been absolutely wonderful. Thank you,” Hermione said with a smile. Dobby bowed low and disappeared with a crack.

She was putting on her trainers when there was a knock at the door. Draco came out to open it in nothing but a pair of trousers. “What have you been doing?” She asked, her mouth going a bit dry as she took him in.

He shrugged. “I was shaving. This will be Red then?” She nodded and he opened the door slowly. “Come on in Red.” He stepped back and let a flustered Ginny inside. Then he closed the door behind her and walked across the room to pick up his shirt.

Ginny gasped loudly when she saw the tattoo on Draco’s back. He turned around, obviously confused until he realized what had surprised her. “She’s got one too,” he said, shrugging into his shirt and walking back into the bathroom.

“Is he serious?” Ginny squealed. Hermione nodded. “Ooooh you have to let me see it! Off with the shirt Mione!”

“Ginny!” Hermione yelped when the redhead started yanking at the hem of her shirt.

“Oh, give it up. You’re married now,” She snapped and yanked the hem of her shirt up, flipping her around so she could see the tattoo. “That is awesome! Oh hey, there’s a picture of your patronus too.”

“There’s a lot more than that,” Hermione said, somewhat subdued. Ginny’s comment had brought back a hundred thoughts and feelings that she’d rather not explore at the current moment.

Seeing that she’d hit a nerve somehow, Ginny sought out to distract her. “Well, let’s get this make up on you.” She yanked a small bag full of cosmetics out of her satchel and dumped them out on the table where the pensieve was. She dug through them for a minute, shaking her head and setting several of the bottles aside before she picked up two. “Ah! I think this one will be perfect for you and this one should match that lily white skin on Blondie over there.”

She motioned for Hermione to sit on the bed. Then she opened up one of the jars and started dabbing the cover up on Hermione’s temple. “Ginny, how did you get all this makeup? Don’t you use charms?”

“Of course I do. Charms are much easier and a lot less messy. I nicked it from Lavender.”

“You stole it?” Hermione squeaked.

“Well, you needed it didn’t you?” Hermione nodded. “Then hush. Besides, that stupid bint probably won’t even notice a few tubs of this missing. She’s been too busy with her tongue crammed down Ron’s throat to pay attention to anything else.” She shuddered.

Hermione closed her eyes, surprised that what Ginny had said hadn’t hurt as bad as it had in the past. Maybe she was finally getting over the red headed prat. The thought actually pleased her. Besides, she was married now. It wasn’t like she’d ever be on the market again. She was married. Her breathing sped up at the thought.

“Deep breaths sweetheart,” a deep voice murmured in her ear. She jumped when Draco kissed her right temple. “We’ll have plenty of time to come to terms with everything over the holidays, yeah?”

“Yes,” Hermione croaked and began to take deep breaths. “How did you know?” She asked after she’d calmed her racing heart a bit.

“I can hear your thoughts now. It’s like a tiny whisper in the back of my mind. If you concentrate, I think you can probably hear mine as well. We’ll have to work on that. It isn’t safe to let that happen all the time.”

“I’ll say,” Hermione said, noticing that Ginny had quit applying makeup. “Is it done?”

“Yes ma’am. It looks perfect, just like I said it would.” Ginny smirked proudly. “Now you Blondie.” She switched out pots and began applying base to Draco’s temple. “By the way Mione, why didn’t you take the crystals out of your hair? I mean, they look terrific but you might attract attention.”

“Oh I don’t know Gin. Could it be because you put your signature on the sticking spell and now they won’t come out?”

“I what?” Ginny pulled back from Draco in surprise.

“You heard Red,” Draco chuckled. “Impressive spell work. I can’t crack them without it taking her hair off too.”

“But I didn’t…at least, I didn’t mean to,” Ginny said thoughtfully. “I don’t even know how to place a signature on a spell. I just thought a spell was a spell.”

“Oh no, a spell is never just a spell as long as there is intent,” Draco explained distractedly as he played with a crystal in Hermione’s hair. “If you think certain things while casting, you can do all sorts of things like increase or decrease power, mutate a spell to do a similar but different task, or add your signature to it. It is an ability that is usually only found in spell makers. They have the power to manipulate old spells and create new ones. What were you thinking when you cast the spell?”

Ginny bit her lip and started applying makeup to Draco’s face again. “I remember Hermione complaining about me putting them in her hair and insisting I take them out. I was thinking that the only way in hell those crystals were coming out is if I said to.” Her eyes lit up. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Exactly,” Draco acknowledged. “It added your signature to the spell so now the only way they are coming out is if you do the counter spell.”

“Wicked!” She cackled and then capped the makeup. “That should do it. Do you want me to take the crystals out now?”

“No.”

“YES!”

Ginny cocked her head and watched as the couple debated with their eyes.

Hermione looked away and blushed. “Could you do it after breakfast?”

“No problem!” Ginny chuckled. “I’ve got to get back to the tower and replace all this stuff before Lav-Lav starts spewing her nonsense about the fates having it in for her again.” She rolled her eyes and then grabbed all her stuff and shoved it back into her bag. “See you at breakfast. Oh, and you might want to do something about those wrist tattoos. They’re peeking out from beneath your sleeves.” Then she dashed out the door and took off at a dead run.

Hermione looked down to see that Ginny was right. About half the tattoos were visible. “Well, now what?”

“Just lengthen your sleeves, Draco answered logically. “It’s what I did.”

“Thanks,” she said, worrying her lip and wincing when her fangs pierced her lips. One lick and they were healed again. “I guess that’s going to take some getting used to.”

“Not really. Just will them to go away and they will retract. They’ll still be sharp as fuck but you won’t cut your lips up with them.”

“And you couldn’t have said something, oh, last night about that?”

“No. They look dead sexy on you.” He winked and grinned as he watched her blush. “Look lively Granger. You’ve got two wankers to meet for breakfast. You must prove to them that you escaped with barely a scratch.”

“Prat.”

“You think I’m sexy.”

“Fine then, a sexy prat.” Hermione giggled and ducked out of his lunge toward her. She dodged and weaved across the room and out the door before Draco could catch her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt quite so happy and content.

Draco watched her practically skip down the hall and shook his head, thankful for the alarm wards he’d placed on the door when he’d heard her call Dobby. She was something else and he looked forward to getting to know her even better. Making sure everything was covered and his hair was in place (because Malfoys are always impeccably neat), he headed out the door and down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. He was famished!

AN: Alright, so I hope everyone enjoyed my very first written love scene... EVER. I'm sure it was craptastic but I promise I'll get better. As always, let me know how I'm doing and if there are any errors. Thank you for all your wonderful reviews so far. I find myself reading all of them over and over again for a pick me up. You guys are fabulous!
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