French love

Hermione pushed the hotel door open and dragged Draco with her. She pushed him into wall and kissed him hungrily. Draco lifted her up in his arms and closed the door. He placed wet and sweet kisses around her neck.

Hermione's hands were making his hair look so more messier. Her fingers were dug in into his scalp, and her hips moving against his.

He let her down onto the bed and kissed her as passionately he could, their tongues fighting for dominance. He took off her shirt and jeans, while she tore off his shirt.

" Are you sure?" He said a bit nervously and was about to take off her panties.

" Yes! Oh god I want you" she breathed. With that, he entered her. Pain shot right through her, and she screamed. Tears streamed down her face. But after a while she started to enjoy it and she felt...completed. He completed her.

" Oh I love you so much" Hermione moaned. " I...love...you...too" He panted. She had no idea what he had waited for this moment, abd he didn't wanted it to end. But at last, they both pulled each other over the edge.

He kissed her softly and lay down beside her. He pulled her closer and their bodies was meeting. He intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed her forehead while whispering her name several times.

After a few moments they both fell asleep.