"Yes, but I don't want to talk about Theo right now. I'm in the middle of something very important," Draco said mischievously, coaxing her legs apart and settling his hips there. He teased her, grinding upwards so she could feel his hard length.Hermione made sound that was half-laugh, half-moan and kissed him. "You're ruining me for anyone else."Sounds villainous. And have you been a very good girl, Hermione?"Very good," she said, her voice pleading; needy.Draco didn't stop as he threaded his fingers through her hair and rubbed the hollow at the base of her skull, making her back arch. She sought his lips again, and he gripped the back of her neck and lifted her to his mouth. Just before they kissed, he sighed. "You're too good for me."Hermione cradled his cheek in her palm. "Wait, Draco. Is that what you think? Is that why we haven't..."He rolled them, so Hermione was on top, straddling him. "I want to. I love you more than anything, Hermione. I love you. I love Bea. I keep thinking maybe I died back at the manor, and there was some mistake and I went to heaven."