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Draco Malfoy prided himself on being someone who always got what he wanted. Even since he was a child.

From the last chocolate lava cake at family gatherings, to the latest rugby gear during his athletic days, to the brightest and most beautiful woman to attend the University of Oxford.

He got what he wanted. Every single time.

Since they’d gotten married, Draco has compiled a very particular to-do list. Well, rather, a very particular to-do-his-wife list.

The idea had been embedded into his brain long before they even started dating. The idea of marking her, making her his and filling her over and over and over again was scarred into him. Almost as if he’d been branded with a hot iron, her name seared into his skin.

He remembers vividly the night he’d sat at his desk and composed the list. The clock on the mantle in his office had just struck midnight. Crackling embers from the fire filtered through the room. With two fingers of whiskey in his right hand, a fountain pen in the other, Draco sipped on the amber liquid as he scribbled in his leather bound journal.

A list comprised of places he wanted to make love to her—ruin her and fill her with his seed.

• Against a balcony

• Inside the work elevator

• Over her office desk

• Inside a photobooth

• Front seat of his car

• Restaurant bathroom

• In front of their bedroom mirror

There was a desire within him to get them crossed off before they even thought about having children. He wanted more than anything to be a father, a chance to be better than his own. To finally show a generation of Malfoys what an innocent childhood should really be like.

But before any of that, he wanted to make the most of their time together; just the two of them before the Granger-Malfoy sprogs stole all their undivided attention. Between midnight feeds, nappy changes and the tiring tasks of being a new parent. He knew they’d barely have a second to themselves.

Their honeymoon was one of the first occasions where he had fully allowed his primal instincts to take over. He’d whisked her away to the Amalfi Coast, a secluded villa right on top of the cliffs with the most magnificent view of rugged shorelines dotted with small beaches and pastel-colored fishing villages.

Draco had voyeuristic tendencies. He got off on giving pleasure and he didn’t give a toss who else saw. And between the beauty of the surrounding landscape and the way Hermione glowed almost golden under the Mediterranean sun, Draco decided he could no longer wait until they were back in their villa to have her. Pressing her against the balcony, he railed into her sharply, her back bowing under the weight of his ecstasy, creating a beautiful curve along her spine.

One arm looped around her middle, large palm splaying across her stomach. The other moved up her back, rounding over her shoulder, and settling across her throat. Her knuckles blanched under her deathly grip on the rail. Tits bouncing in tandem with his thrusts.

“I wonder if anyone can see us,” he rasped, “see your pretty cunt stuffed full with my cock.”

He thrust into her fervently, the head of his cock bumping her cervix with each rock of his hips. Hitting her in the exact place he wanted—needed to be. His eyebrows pinched together in unfeigned pleasure when her walls fluttered around him. Sharp edges of his jaw fell slack when a whimper tumbled from her lips.

“I wonder if they’d worship you like I do. If they’d treat you like a Queen.”

“Draco…”

“I know, baby, I know.”

He could feel the pressure building inside of him, her cunt squeezing him like a vice, milking him for every drop he had. Draco leant forwards, his hands gripping the rail on either side of hers, caging her in. He nudged the side of her cheek with his nose, silently telling her to look at him. He noticed how flushed her cheeks were when she faced him—undecipherable from arousal or sunburn—her freckles dancing under the Italian sun.

Craning his neck, he kissed her with urgency. He gasped as she tilted her hips back, the new angle forcing him to slide deeper.

“F—fuck—won’t last—if you do—that.” His words tumbled from his lips in a staggered stangle of noises.

Draco swallowed thickly, her breathy moans of want sending a trickle down his spine, setting his skin alight.

“Please, Draco.” Hermione’s whimpers and pleas were music to his ears; the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

“What are you begging for, love?” He asked with a smirk, continuing his relentless pace.

He felt her throat bob as she swallowed against his lips. “That’s it, baby, let go. I’ve got you.”

“Promise me something?” She choked.

“Anything.”

“Come inside of me, please.”

Those five words were all it took for them to crash into each other. A strong arm banded across her middle, keeping her upright as her legs shook with the waves of her release. Draco thrust into her slow and deep—just how she liked it—riding both of them through the intense jolts of pleasure that coursed through their veins.

“I love you,” she whispered, smoothing a hand across the forearm wrapped around her.

“I love you too,” he returned, “let’s get cleaned up. I’ll draw us a bath.” Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her bridal style back into their villa.

“With rose petals?” She questioned, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

The night they returned from their honeymoon, Draco quietly slipped into his office with a glass of Italy’s finest Amaretto in hand. He shuffled towards his desk and removed the list from the top draw of the mahogany desk. Taking a sip of the almond liqueur he picked up a pen and drew a line through the first bullet point.

• Against a Balcony

~*~

The first day back from their blissful Italian escape was predictably miserable; a cold and dreary Monday morning.

Settling back into their previous routine, they woke up, showered together, shared bacon and pancakes over coffee—sometimes tea—and got ready before Draco drove them to the office.

Once inside the elevator, Hermione punched in their floor number and the doors slid shut. His lips were on her in seconds—lips, jaw, neck, everywhere. Her bag slipped from her fingers, dropping to the floor with a thud as he pressed her against the thick handrail that skirted the walls.

“D—Draco, we don’t have t—time,” her words forced out through pleasurable moans and laughter.

“It takes approximately three minutes from the foyer to our floor. I’ve got time to make you come at least once.”

Draco’s hands felt heavy against her hips as he hoisted her onto the railing, her dress bunching around her waist. He quickly went to work undoing the button of his trousers and freeing his aching cock. The height of the rail levelled their hips perfectly, giving him easy access to drive himself into her in one thrust.

“God, baby, was the orgasm I gave you in the shower this morning not enough to satisfy you? That pretty, warm cunt of yours already begging for more, you’re soaked.”

“Hurry up, Draco, please.”

He snapped his hips back and forth, moving at an unmatched pace. Yesterday’s stubble scratched against her soft cheek, his teeth grazing the lobe of her ear. Hermione’s hand swept across the front of his waistcoat as she reached to grip his neck, nails digging crescent moons into his skin.

Draco released an animalistic growl, watching as her other hand slid down her front to rub frenzied circles against her clit. A tidal wave crashed through them, sending him diving head first into the depths of a rough sea of pleasure. Hermione his lifebuoy. He clung to her for dear life as the last sparks of his release jolted through him.

Breathless and giddy, he connected their foreheads, a soft chuckle seeping from his lips as he kissed her nose.

“That was—”

His answer came with a smirk, “Impressive? told you I could.”

As both her feet touched the elevator floor, Draco pulled her knickers taut across her cunt. Bending down until his mouth hovered above hers, his voice was deep and husky as he spoke his next words.

“I want you to keep my come inside of you until we get home. If I find out you’ve cleaned yourself up, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Draco responded, punctuated by a kiss against her forehead.

He left the elevator and went about his morning at the office as if nothing had happened. Sauntering into his home office later that evening, he pulled out his journal and added another strike.

• Inside the work elevator

~*~

Draco’s mouth was agape, eyebrows raised in pure ecstasy as breathless pants came tumbling out of him. He slid his hand across the soft skin of her belly, reaching to palm one of her breasts as his thumb found her clit.

He pulled down the cups of her bra, rolling a nipple between two fingers as he worked her towards release. Hermione was spread out across her desk, one leg over his shoulder, the other bracketing his waist. Her skirt was bunched around her hips, silk blouse unbuttoned and hanging off her shoulders.

Swiftly popping open the buttons of his own shirt, he shucked off the cotton. He hastily threw it to the floor —the desperate need to feel her skin flush against him all-consuming. Draco lowered her leg and slid his palms across her thighs, the straps of the garter belt she was wearing rough against the pads of his fingers.

His digits skimmed across the soft bulge of her belly. A deep primal noise tumbled from his lips, palm pressing against her stomach. Draco looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world as he said, “look how deep you take me. So good for me, baby.”

Deft fingers curled around the back of one of her calves, fingers trailing downwards until he reached the flimsy red material hanging off her ankle. Plucking the thin material between his fingers, he threw it onto the white cotton puddle on the floor. She wrapped both her legs around his waist as he leant forward, pressing his bodyweight against her.

“I fucking love you like this,” a deep growl in his voice, “I love you laying there helpless, taking everything I give you.”

Hermione inhaled sharply, breath catching in her throat as she tried to speak. Her hand reached for him, dragging him down by the neck, and slanting their lips together. Draco nipped along her jawline, her warmth breath fanning across his ear, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.

He left an invisible trail of kisses along her jaw, working his way slowly down her throat. He darted his tongue out to lave at her pulse point. Teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh, causing a breathless whimper to bubble up her throat.

Draco groaned, burying his face in the crook of his neck as tumbled closer to the edge of release. 

A loud rapping of knuckles against her door startled them both.

“Miss, Granger? Are you in there?” A voice called.

He lifted his head from her shoulder, raising a finger to his mouth and signalling for her to stay quiet.

“Draco, don’t you dare stop.” She whispered. He could tell by her voice she was suddenly afraid he might abandon his efforts all together.

“Darling, trust me, I wouldn't stop even if the Director himself came waltzing in.”

Draco continued at a more calculated pace, careful to avoid blowing their cover with the creaking wood or desk legs scraping roughly against the floor.

When the other side of the door fell silent and footsteps echoed down the corridor, he fucked her with earnst. Each roll of his hips drove him deeper, hitting the spot that made her see stars over and over again.

“I know you’re close,” he stammered, “I can feel you. Come with me.”

His thumb found her clit again, rubbing furious circles on her bundle of nerves which sent her toppling over her precipice. He thrust into her languidly, his release spilling into her.

After they’d redressed, Draco cradled the back of her head and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“See you at home, baby.” He smirked, slipping out of her office and leaving her speechless.

Draco had spent the rest of the day half-hard in board meetings, the thought of having her again when they got home devouring him whole. He sat slouched in his chair, imagining her on her knees under the desk for him. Her small hand gliding over his clothed erection and driving him to the edge, forcing him to lose all patience.

He vividly imagined her soft hands wrapped around his cock, her fingers barely touching her thumb due to his thickness. Draco’s mind wandered to her mouth—god that mouth of hers—her pretty pink lips kissing the head as a hand fondled his balls. The memory of her warm tongue licking the vein on the underside of his cock forced him to slouch further in his seat and discreetly readjust himself—spinning the tarnished white gold band around his finger in distraction.

Coughing to stifle a groan, his mind flashed to her mouth around him. Her eyes wide, bulging from their sockets as she took him down her throat, tears brimming along her waterline—god she drove him wild when she did that—he relished in the obscene wet noises she’d make as he fucked her throat, taking him inch by sweet inch without so much as a single gag.

There was one memory that triggered a carnal desire deep inside of him. A Friday afternoon when they’d not long been dating, she was on her knees for him in his office. His body slack in his chair, fingers woven in her wild curls. She’d made him come down her throat, swallowing every drop he gave her. She swirled her tongue around his head making sure she hadn't missed any.

She stood from between his thighs, bunched her skirt around her waist and pulled her knickers aside. Straddling his waist, she sank down onto his cock and used him for her own pleasure. Draco being Draco, however, had none of it. He stood, palms gripping her underneath her arse as he carried her across the room and fucked her into the leather of his sofa.

Once they were fully spent, he lay with her curled in his arms, chests heaving under the intense dizzying pleasure they’d taken from one another. He carded a hand through her curls as her fingers traced the scars on his chest. She slotted against him perfectly, like the missing piece to a puzzle. Hermione was always there to ground him, keep his feet firmly planted on the ground and appreciate the smaller things in life.

Draco felt his lips curl into a small one-sided smile. As soon as this board meeting ended, he could strike another line through his to-do list.

• Over her office desk

~*~

Draco and Hermione made a vow to each other long before their nuptials, that they’d make enough time for date nights.

So on a quiet summer evening in late July, she’d dragged him to a bowling alley.

They’d played the best of three, and of course Draco reigned triumphant. Succumbing to her loss, a pout landed on her face, kissed away by his lips against her nose.

“Look! There’s a photobooth, come on.” Hermione grabbed his hand and yanked him in the direction of the booth. She pulled the small curtain aside and stepped in. Draco perched on the small seat, his tall, broad stature taking up most of the booth as his large hands curled around her waist, pulling her into his lap.

He tensed when she started to wiggle in his lap, getting herself comfortable, and making him uncomfortable in the process. He groaned when her arse brushed against his stiffening cock, supplying him with the perfect amount of friction he needed. His hold around her tightened as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.

“Stay still,” he mumbled, the throbbing tension quickly becoming too much.

Hermione giggled as she settled her hands against the side of his thighs. She rolled her hips in purposeful circles, eliciting another groan to reverberate through his chest at her teasing. His fingers dug into her flesh, likely to leave fingerprint shaped bruises in their wake.

“Carry on, love and I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

He felt the side of her throat bob against his nose as she swallowed. “What if someone catches us?” she gasped, breathlessly and he smirked to himself.

“Don’t poke a sleeping dragon if you aren’t willing to play, little otter. Up you get.”

She slid from his lap and stood. Draco quickly went to work by undoing his belt and opening the button of his jeans. Freeing himself from the confines of his boxers, he fisted himself three times. 

“Lift your skirt.” He said, tone domineering.

Hermione reached for the hem of her skirt and bunched it around her waist. Using one hand, he pulled her knickers down her legs until he had enough access.

“Come sit,” he commanded.

She carefully stepped back, slotting herself between his spread thighs. Draco lined himself at her entrance, twin moans blurring into one as she sank herself down on his cock. Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, she leant her head back onto his shoulder. Grey eyes fluttered shut when her hair brushed against his jaw as she twisted her head to face him.

Soft lips kissed along his jawline, trailing down the column of his neck. She nipped at his pulse point, tongue darting out and dragging a low groan from him. She rocked her hips urgently against him, her need for some sort of relief palpable.

“My, my, Hermione, you are a desperate little thing aren’t you?” He mused.

A tattooed arm coiled tightly around her, pulling her upright and flush against his chest. His warm breath fanned across her cheek when he pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. The huskiness of his voice sent a rattling shiver through her.

“So desperate to be fucked, even in public.” Draco reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a coin, handing it to her. “Go on love, let’s capture those pretty little expressions you make when I fill you with my come.”

She carefully leant forward, his cock sliding out of her until just the tip remained inside. Slotting the coin into the machine, he watched her tap the screen and a countdown began. Gripping her hips, he yanked her backwards, filling her in one harsh thrust. She cried out in pleasure, cut off by Draco’s hand covering her mouth.

“You need to be quiet, kitten. As much as I want everyone to know how good I make you feel,” he pressed another kiss to her ear, “save it for later.”

Her breath hit the centre of his palm, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. He eyed her through the small screen in front of them, her espresso eyes on the verge of fading to black.

“Can you do that for me, can you be a good girl and keep quiet?”

She nodded.

His hand moved to rest against her throat, tilting her chin and keeping her gaze locked on their mirror image.

“Focus, give the camera a good show, baby.”

He slid his hand from her jaw, tweaking a nipple between the material of her dress as he made his journey towards her waist. Fingers firmly set across her hips, he lifted her up and down, watching as her features screwed in pleasure. The familiar pinch in between her brows and the rosy flush of her cheeks. Her lips parted as a whimper bubbled up her throat, curling into a lust drunk smile when she caught the smirk on his lips.

“You feel so good, Draco. I love your cock so much.”

He growled in her ear, the sound he made primal and possessive. “I love that pretty little cunt of yours, always so pink and ready for me.”

Draco continued to fuck her as the flashes of light exploded into the booth, capturing them during one of their most intimate moments. He fumbled in his pocket for more coins, clumsily smacking them into her small palm as he drove into her.

“Keep it going, baby,” he panted.

Pushing himself up, he leant them both forward. Hermione’s hands landed either side of the screen, one of Draco’s rested above her own, as the other gripped her shoulder. His protective instinct wicked in as he loomed over her, the new angle driving him deeper. Grey eyes bored into her, watching her shaky hands slot another coin into the machine.

He continued to fuck her with earnst, her velvet walls clenching around him and signalling she was close. “I can feel you squeezing me, come for me, Hermione. Come all over my cock.”

His words were all it took for her to silently cry out in pleasure. Her features tightened as she did her best not to scream out loud as the hand on her shoulder moved to grip her chin and push her head to face him. His lips crashed onto hers and he kissed her with equal parts hunger and reverence. She moaned into the kiss, and he stifled the noise by pushing his tongue into her mouth.

The camera continued to take snapshots, Hermione pressing coin after coin into the slot until she ran out. With one final coin in the machine, Draco made it his mission to come inside of her at the same time the final picture was captured.

“Fuck, Hermione, you take me so well.”

Heavy pants permeated throughout the small booth, and the aftershocks of her orgams caused her to clench even tighter around him. “Fill me up, Draco,” she whispered against his mouth.

He could feel himself teetering on the edge of his precipice, a couple more thrusts and he’d be spilling himself into her and filling her with his seed. He felt her squeeze around him as a third flash of white projected over them.

“Come for me, daddy.”

Fuck.

She knew that would work.

Right on cue, the last picture was captured as he came inside of her with a low grunt, his thrusts languid and sloppy, hips stuttering against her. A dainty palm reached to cradle the side of his cheek, connecting their lips in a bruising kiss. When his breathing shallowed, Draco eased himself from her. Small fingers curled around his wrist, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Careful when you pull out,” she spoke quietly, “make sure it stays inside of me.”

“Such a whore for my come inside of you.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Insatiable, minx.”

Draco swiftly tucked himself back inside of his boxers, watching with a smirk on his face as Hermione slipped her knickers back on and straightened out her skirt. He redid the zip and button of his jeans before closing his belt.

He pulled another coin from his pocket and slotted it into the machine himself. Sitting back, he pulled his wife into his lap and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear. “Smile gorgeous girl, I want some that are appropriate enough to stick on the fridge.”

Draco and Hermione smiled for four photos. A longing look of a couple so in love, a kiss on the cheek from husband to wife, a kiss on the lips and picture of a cuddled up Draco burying his face against her neck, a beaming smile etched on both their faces.

Exiting the booth, Draco collected the half a dozen photo strips and slid them into his back pocket. Hermione intertwined her fingers with his and together they left for home.

When Draco had earlier called her insatiable, he had largely meant it in jest. But on the way home, apparently deciding she still wasn’t fully satisfied, Hermione instructed him to pull over somewhere secluded. Telling him to slide his seat back, she climbed into his lap and sunk onto him, practically begging him to make her come at least twice. Draco, as always, eagerly complied, and after he’d spilt himself inside of her for the second time in a few short hours, she collapsed against him fully satiated.

“Let’s go home.” He whispered, a hand smoothing the back of her hair.

“And then what?” She asked, lifting her head to look at him.

“Then I’m going to fuck my wife until the only word she can scream is my name.” He growled, fingers digging into her hips, “fill you up for the third time tonight because you’re such a filthy little slut.”

Later that night whilst Hermione slept, Draco crossed off two more bullet points.

• Inside a photobooth

• Front seat of his car

~*~

On their anniversary, Draco took her out for a shamelessly expensive dinner at one of London’s finest restaurants.

Perfectly in tune to both of their palates, Draco had ordered for them. A bottle of red wine, two fillet mignons—medium—with dauphinoise potatoes and mixed veg. The meal was followed by melt in the middle lava cake for dessert, his favourite. From across the table, Hermione smirked; she knew full-well that she was the only person he’d share his favourite dessert with.

Offering a forkful of the delectable dessert to her, a groan rumbled through his chest as her lips seductively enclosed over the tines of the fork. She looked him dead in the eye as he slid the fork from her mouth, blood rushing to his cock under her intense gaze.

She did it on purpose.

And she needed to be punished.

Standing from the table, he folded his napkin, setting it down on the table before smoothing his hands down the lapels of his jacket. He stalked around the table and bent down until he was looming over her.

“I’m going to pay the bill,” the rasp in his voice caused her to visibly shiver, “be a good girl and go wait in the first bathroom for me.”

After paying the bill and leaving a generous tip for their waiter, he briskly walked through the restaurant and surreptitiously slipped into the single stall. Hermione quickly rose from her position on the loo, her clutch on top of the small shelf above the sink.

“Hands on the mirror, pet.”

She submitted, stepping across the small space, and placing both hands against the glass, a breath hitching in her throat as he lifted up the skirt of her dress. She gasped sharply at the first brush of his fingers against her cunt as he pulled her knicker aside.

“God, love, you’re dripping already,” he mocked, dragging his first two fingers through her folds. “Do I really make you that wet?” Gathering up her slick, he moved to circle her clit.

He took a step forward, closing the gap between them and pressing his chest firmly against her back.

“Have you been this wet for me whilst we’ve been enjoying dinner? Aching for me surrounded by strangers? If you had just told me, I could have been a good husband and taken care of my wife sooner.”

Draco continued to brush his fingers across her clit, applying very little pressure and making her beg for him.

“What do you want, baby? My fingers or my cock?”

“You’re cock, p–please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Moving his hand to span the width of her arse cheek, hooking the material of her knickers under his thumb, he kept her dripping, swollen cunt on full display for him. Unbuckling his belt one handed, he popped open the button of his trousers and hastily pulled down the zip.

Draco brushed the tip through her folds, coating him in her arousal before slowly sinking himself inside of her. He watched Hermione’s face in the mirror, her angelic features lighting up with a devilish glow.

“You look so pretty when you take my cock, baby.”

Slender digits flexed against the globe of her arse, his grip unyielding as he picked up a steady rhythm.

“Oh–god.” She cried.

“Didn’t know you were married to god.” He smirked, thrusting into her sharp.

“Fuck, Draco!”

“Much better, baby.”

His eyes widened with exhilaration as the door handle rattled. Draco kept a calm exterior, despite the increased beating of his heart; the thrill of getting caught drove him wild. He imagined the other person’s reaction when they opened the door and saw his cock buried deep inside of his wife, fucking her relentlessly against the sink and making her watch as she came undone around him.

The rattling rang through his ears, the sound so piercing it quickly shattered his reverie. He knew he needed to act quickly.

“Oh shit, sorry.” A male voice gasped as he opened the door to Hermione’s feigned retching into the toilet, Draco crouched behind her holding her hair back.

He twisted his head over his shoulder to look at the stranger, “sorry, mate, I thought I locked the door.” He paused to rub soothing circles against her back as she retched once more. “Dodgy stomach,” he continued, nodding his head towards Hermione.

“No problem, buddy, I hope she feels better soon.”

The stranger left to find another vacant stall and Draco swiftly reached to lock the door, groaning as his cock slipped from her warm cunt. His large hands curled around her biceps and pulled her up, spinning her around to face him.

“Quite the performance you put on there,” he said, smoothing a thumb across her flushed cheek. “Such a good girl. Now, where were we?”

“You were about to fill me with your come.”

“You kiss your father with that filthy little mouth of yours?”

She shook her head, “only you, daddy.”

“Good.” He said, moving his hands to part her thighs. “Up on the sink, baby. Need to feel that pretty little cunt of yours as you come for me.”

Hermione quickly jumped up, hissing through gritted teeth as her skin came flush with the cold porcelain. Draco slid home in one thrust, continuing his brutal pace before they were interrupted. He fucked her with a dizzying carnal desire.

Dark grey eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he watched her fingers reach down to pinch her clit. A guttural groan fell from his lips as her walls squeezed around him, sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“That’s it, baby, play with yourself.”

His teeth sank into his lower lip, the pressure enough to leave a bruise. Her fingers rubbed frantic circles on her swollen nub, bringing them both to the peak of their release. Hermione was the first to tumble into the abyss, pushing herself up to crash her lips against his and suppress her moans. Draco fell seconds later, coming inside of her between sloppy thrusts and sweet kisses.

Dropping his forehead against hers with a whispered “I love you,” he pulled out with a groan. Swiping two fingers against her entrance, he pushed their combined coupling back inside of her. Cocking his head to the side he smirked, “can’t leave any behind. I love seeing you full of my come.”

When they got home, Draco carried Hermione up to their bedroom and lay her down on their bed whilst he drew her a bath. Sneaking away after she settled into frothy bubbles, he crossed off his sixth bullet point. It left only one remaining, which he outlined with a thick yellow highlighter.

• Restaurant bathroom

• In front of their bedroom mirror

~*~

When he walked into their shared bedroom—on a warm summer evening—with one thing in mind, he found her curled up in bed, facing away from him with a book in hand. She was naked, as far as his eyes could tell. He stepped further into the room, but she didn’t acknowledge him. She was far too engrossed in the fictional word of Shakespeare to notice his presence.

Deft fingers slowly undid the column of buttons along the front of his shirt. He slipped the white Oxford from his shoulders and neatly folded it across the back of his arm chair. He did the same with his trousers before carefully padding across the room.

She twisted her head over her shoulder when she felt him climb onto the mattress as it dipped behind her. “Hi, handsome.”

He leant forward to kiss her shoulder, then her forehead and finally her lips. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Hermione plucked her bookmark up from the mattress beside her and slotted it into the margin of the book.

“Nice bookmark.” He smirked, nodding down at a strip of photos.

She hummed, amusingly as he referred to their escapade in the photobooth. “I have a sexually adventurous husband to thank for that.”

“I don’t remember hearing you complaining about it at the time.”

“Who says I was complaining? I enjoy the fact you bring out my wild side.”

“Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets. Or should that be a photobooth?”

Hermione looked pensive in the moments before she giggled. “Something like that.”

She placed her book on her nightstand before she rolled over to face him. Reaching a hand out towards him, her fingers toyed the waistband of his boxers, slipping her fingers beneath the elastic and letting it snap against his skin.

“I like these ones on you,” she teased, the sickly sweet tone of her voice made his cock strain against the confining cotton.

The brush of her fingers across the front of his thigh wasn’t helping either. Featherlight touches as she traced the large tattoo of a lion inked into his skin, peeking out from under his boxers.

“I’m still in awe of this too.”

“Had to honour my fearless lioness somehow.” He smiled timidly.

“I learnt from the courageous king himself.”

Draco’s hands found her waist as she pushed herself to her knees and shuffled towards him. She locked her arms around his neck and pulled him down as her lips gently captured his. He kissed her with need, desperate for the taste of her tongue.

Clawing at the nape of his neck, he eyes shot open when she gave a particularly hard tug. He looked down, grey eyes raking over her naked frame. “My, my such a good little whore naked and waiting for me.”

“Only for you.” She giggled.

Draco moved his hands to cradle either side of her neck as he brought their lips crashing together again. Hermione’s fingers roamed his creamy skin, nails gently scraping across his shoulders and down his chest. He moaned against her mouth as she tucked her hand into the waistband of his Calvin Kleins and fisted his cock.

He froze, his mouth falling agape as his head dropped back. Hermione’s other hand slipped inside his boxers to fondle his balls. Draco tugged at the cotton concealing him, pulling until they were now below his buttocks.

“Fuck—baby—s–stop,” he stumbled on his words, unable to focus clearly as she worked him in the way she knew he’d fall apart.

Swallowing thickly, he curled his fingers around her wrist and ceased her ministrations. She looked at him doe-eyed and innocent, as if she hadn’t just been trying to get him to come before she did. Draco clicked his tongue and shook his head, the corner of his mouth rising into a smirk.

“The lady always comes first, Hermione, you should know that by now.”

Walking towards her on his knees, he stretched himself to his full stature, looking over her and making her feel small. Draco lifted a hand to push a curl behind her ear, fingertips gliding along her jawline before dropping back to his side.

“Hands and knees love,” he commanded, nodding towards the empty space next to them. She levelled him with a coy look, hesitating. It was a provocation—a challenge—and her defiance ignited searing frustration within him.

“Now,” he demanded, “before you get punished, don’t test me, sweetheart.”

Hermione crawled across the mattress until she reached the vacant spot at the end of the bed, in front of their mirror.

Draco positioned himself behind her, palms spanning the width of her arse cheeks. Raising a hand he smacked it down on one of her cheeks, causing her to yelp at the sudden sensation. He soothed the sting by gently kneading the flesh before repeating his ministrations.

“Did you just come from being spanked?” astonishment laced his tone. “Who knew spanking turned you on so much.”

His chest bloomed with warmth at the sight of her reddening skin. With a palm flat against her lower back, he eased into her gently, keeping his thrusts shallow due to the lack of foreplay. “God, you’re so wet for me, angel.”

When he fully sheathed himself inside of her, he bent down to drop a kiss at the centre of her back before picking up a punishing pace. He slid his palm up the length of her back, his fingers snaking into her hair. His hand curled into a fist, pulling her head back to look at them both in the mirror.

“Do you see that beautiful woman in the mirror, Hermione?” His voice low, gravelly.

She nodded,his thrusts rendering her speechless.

“Words, love.”

“Y-yes, Draco, I see her. It’s me”

“Of course it’s you. My beautiful, kind, intelligent wife, who I can’t wait to fill with my come. The mother of my future children,” He leaned in closer to her, whispering, “the thought of breeding you drives me wild.”

Hermione gasped, choking on a sharp breath. “Then do it. Breed me.”

“Careful what you wish for, love.”

Draco pulled her up until her back was flush with his chest. He sat back on his ankles and her hands dropped across his broad thighs. The hands around her middle moved to settle across the front of her neck, fingers curling around her throat. Hermione sucked in a breath as his rings grazed her skin, the coolness inviting against the warm flush of her skin. Slender digits danced along the column of her neck, gently squeezing just below her jaw, making her feel dizzy.

The lack of oxygen to her brain made her come again in seconds as his fingers grazed her clit.

“Draco.” She whimpered, the overstimulation beginning to take its toll.

“Are you going to give me another one, pet?”

“I c–can’t—”

“You can and you will.” He demanded, fingers brushing across her hip as his hand moved to pinch her clit. Causing her to cry out and jerk in his hold. He felt the familiar pull of her impending orgasm tense in the pool of her belly as the muscles of her cunt contracted around his cock. “Ugh, fuck. M–make me come, Draco. Please, make me come.”

“Changed your mind quickly there, pet.” He stated, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips. He flipped her over onto her back, her beautiful mane of curls splayed across the duvet.

Draco pushed her thighs towards her chest, diving down to lap at her cunt. He set a furious pace, flicking his tongue in fast motions. She gasped at the intrusion as he slid two fingers inside of her, working in a come hither motion, stroking against her front wall. Crying out in pleasure she writhed atop of the sheets, her fingers drifting south to snake into his silver locks.

Strong fingers curled around her wrists, yanking his hair free of her hold as he pinned them against the mattress. He let out a low groan that bordered a growl and nipped the inside of her thigh.

“My parents taught me how to eat without assistance, Hermione. Hands to yourself. Let a real man do his job.”

Draco then made it his mission to make her come on his tongue, not once but twice before he scrambled up the mattress and drove home in one thrust. He held a deathly grip on her hips as he pistoned his hips into her over and over again, making her cry out in both pain and pleasure.

His muscles strained as his neared release. Through gritted teeth and a sharp tongue, he fucked her without abandon. Lewd sounds of slapping skin echoing off the walls.

Collapsing on top of her, he fucked her into the mattress with his entire bodyweight bearing down on her. One hand clawed at the sheets as the other clawed at his back, marking him with angry red indentations. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto her shoulder.

“Call me daddy.” His groan muffled, tickling her skin.

“What?”

“Call me daddy, baby.”

“D-daddy.”

“Properly.”

“Ungh! Daddy!”

“Atta girl.”

Hermione coaxed him towards his own orgasm as she cried out through her fifth—or was it her sixth—he’d lost count by this point.

“Let go—Draco.” She gasped, wrapping her arms around him as he continuously slammed into her. “I’ve got you—let go, baby,” her next words felt rushed as she said, “let me make you a real daddy.”

He bit into her shoulder and his hips spasmed. His thrusts languid and shallow, fucking every drop of his come into her cervix. Fully spent, he flopped onto the mattress next to her. Chest heaving, he was fucking exhausted.

Draco mentally crossed off his final bullet point, too wrecked to find his journal.

• In front of their bedroom mirror

Mattress dipping beside him, his head rolled in her direction, peeking at her through a single squinted eye. Slim lips smiled lazily as she closed the proximity between them, rolling over onto her stomach until she lay facing him. Nimble fingers skated across his chest, tracing the faded slashes that decorated his skin.

Liquid warmth filtered through his chest. Her coffee coloured eyes gazed at him with pure unadulterated lust, like she’d fallen in love with him all over again—he’d certainly fallen for her time and time again.

Draco moved his hand to hold the back of hers, thumb gliding across her silky smooth skin. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she reached forward to kiss him—Hermione’s lips tasted intoxicatingly sweet. Tight chestnut tendrils framed her face, sandy freckles dancing amongst the silver moonlight that illuminated her.

Even in his darkest moments he was given a miracle.

She was the light during his darkest time. She pulled him from the depths of despair and helped put him back together again. He vividly remembered the moment she made him feel complete, how she filled in the gaps of his broken heart and made him feel whole. Hermione took care of him during his most vulnerable times and now he used his time to return the favour and take care of her.

He was the gasoline and she was the match that set him alight. Together, they created the most beautiful explosion.