Sensing his worries, Hermione allowed some of her more 'romantic' thoughts to become expressed. Him and her at a quiet bonding ceremony, where their closest friends watch them become man and wife. Him catering to her silly demands, as she waddled around pregnant with his children. Them sending their children off to school, often when she has this fantasy the children are twins. A girl with hair as pale as white, and those soft silvery-blue eyes. A boy with the wild curls of his mother, and a stubborn look in his hazel eyes.

Hermione felt herself shiver at his growled voice. Another fantasy, of how even when their children were old enough to graduate from Hogwarts, how their love and passion was still strong. Draco teasing his fingers over his skin, as she tried to squirm and pay attention to the graduation ceremony. His voice growling elicit promises of wanting her, only stopping for a brief moment to show his pride at the accomplishments of his children.

Moving into the bedroom, Hermione smiled. "Good."

She was nervous. This moment was something she had ached for so long. And she needed him to take control. Lead her.