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Draco watched himself dress in the mirror. His crisp white shirt with the little buttons she hates, the perfectly pressed navy jacket and suit trousers combination that always made her eyes heavy; Draco smirked, and the silky silver tie that he had wrapped around her wrists the fourth time they’d slept together. Well, not slept, per se. He felt his lips tug up at one corner and shook his head in amusement. They never sleep beside one another.
It was one of the accompanying rules to their unspoken one. Draco secured the knot and adjusted the fit in his collar. How he’d leave afterwards even though he’d want nothing more than to spend the night. He watched his hands slide his rings on; she loved his rings, and had told him as much as she sucked on his fingers. Draco licked his lips and added another to his left hand once he had fully decorated his right to his liking.
He added a watch along with his cufflinks because he knew how much she loved watching him take them off before she pounced on him. His hands dropped to his belt buckle and straightened it as memories of her soft mewls filtered through his ears. She liked the bite of a leather belt. He gave himself one final once over, touched up his hair and made a few strands fall artfully on his forehead, because she said it was sexy that way. Then, since it was her birthday and he aimed to please, Draco pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
He turned from his mirror happily and Dissaparated. Draco appeared with his unique crack outside of the club Pansy had introduced her to, with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his lips. He nodded to the bouncer and passed the cue, without so much as a glance at anyone in it, and ducked into the dim, loud, room.
He spotted her instantly, with a tiny shiny dress, strappy heels, and a tiara sitting atop her curls that said “birthday girl” in gleaming rhinestones. Draco smiled to himself as her girlfriends toasted and cheered at their table, and slid along the bar to get himself a drink and wait . Because she’d find him, she always did.
He was nursing his third whiskey when she came giggling to the bar. “M-Malfoy?” He turned to her and watched as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and she raked her eyes over him. “H-hi.” She sighed. His pulse quickened just by her proximity, but he stopped himself from saying something stupid by finishing his drink.
“Granger.” He all but purred her name and he didn’t miss her tongue darting out to wet her lips or the way she stepped towards him under the guise of making room at the bar. He smirked, “What are you wearing?” Her face colored and she reached up to touch her fingertips to the tiara.
“This was Ginny’s idea… I-it’s my birthday.” She sounded unsure. Draco licked his lips and flagged down the bartender for another drink.
“Is it?” he hummed, “Another year becomes you.”
“T-that’s it?” She blinked up at him and he felt his palms begin to sweat.
“Many happy returns.” He took his fresh glass and toasted to her.
“Thanks.” She turned back to the bar and flagged down the keep. Draco ran his gaze along the length of her and then sneered at a man further down the bar who was doing the same. Draco stepped toward her and tapped his ring against his glass, her shoulders rolled and he smirked.
“That’s a lovely dress.” She smiled up at him and he knocked back half of his drink as he leaned closer and began to play with the bottom hem.
“Yeah?” Her voice lifted playfully and Draco smiled as he rubbed the silky fabric between his fingers.
“Silver.” He finished his drink and nodded for another one. She frowned at his glass and then tossed her hair over her shoulder and gathered the seven shots skillfully in her hand.
“If you’ll excuse me, Malfoy, my friends are waiting.” Draco blinked , what the fuck just happened?
Draco turned and watched her go, hips swaying and the silver dress pulling tight across her ass until she was across the room and flopping into the booth beside her friends. He frowned.
“Ouch.” The bartender suched her teeth and poured him a double.
Draco scowled at it but then knocked it back. He wasn’t sure what just happened— they had an unspoken rule. If they were at the same place, at the same time, and drinks were involved, then they’d spend the night together showing each other either how mean or how very nice they could be to one another. Tonight would be their twenty fifth time they tumbled together in bed, not that he was counting, but she just blew him off? And not in the good way.
He glanced over at her table and nearly smashed the glass in his grip. Blaise Zabini had one palm on the table and the other on the back of her booth and she was smiling. Draco scowled and licked his lips, this wasn’t happening. They had an unspoken rule. Granted it was her birthday, but celebrations never stopped her before.
Hell, at Harry and Pansy’s wedding they barely made it through their speeches before they snuck off and were tearing each other's clothes off in the barely lit pavilion while the new couple had their first dance. Draco had the swoop of her neckline pulled down over her breasts and was on his knees and between her thighs before that brilliant mind of hers could think through the haze of champagne and tell her it was a bad idea.
Draco signaled for another drink and clenched his teeth as Hermione reached up and grabbed Blaise’s bicep as she laughed. Draco sucked his teeth.
And then there was Remembrance Day, he’d been thoroughly sauced and she sauntered up in that tight black dress and slipped him her hotel key. It took him a matter of seconds to shoot to his feet and follow after her. They didn’t make it to the hotel, well, they did. But that was the encore. Draco had snatched her hair and pinned her to the deserted corridor of the Ministry and took her right there as she whined against his fingers and rings that he fucked into her mouth.
When they were finished she all but threw him into the Floo and then they were stumbling out into a beautiful suite of rooms and Hermione was pushing him down onto the bed, and shredding his crisp white shirt with too small buttons down the middle.
She was mean and he loved it. How she crawled on top of him and took him. Held his throat and clawed at his chest as she rode his cock until he was dizzy.
And those were just the times that there was a ceremony involved. There were quite a few “chance encounters” in a pub, or “impromptu meetings” after a night at the club or party. Hermione had a book club that featured too many bottles of wine on Wednesdays and she liked to walk off her buzz. Draco liked to fuck her through it; in that side alley agaisnt the bakery she liked to get croissants from, in her foyer, her kitchen, or that one time on the stairs up to her bedroom.
Their arrangement was brilliant. Hermione could use him in a way she wouldn’t when she was sober and clear headed, and Draco could go home and dream of how she tasted until the next time he got a chance. He slammed his glass down and looked over to see that Blaise had gone and was replaced by a few men who looked far too eager for her tastes. Her friends seemed to be trying to take most of the attention off of her while she sipped what looked like a fruity martini with a distracted glaze to her eyes. Draco licked his lips, he couldn’t wait to taste it in her tongue, to bring that light and fire back to her gaze.
With a little less poise than he should have had, due to a bit of angry overindulgence, he maneuvered through the mass of people and paused when Blaise returned with drinks and a grin. Hermione even scooted over for him and took another fruity drink with a smile.
Her eye caught his after a moment of Draco angrily glaring at the side of his friend's head, and she lowered the straw from her lips and frowned. Draco cocked his head and after a moment of chewing her bottom lip she nodded and slipped past Blaise Zabini and her friends. Ginny Weasley and the Patil twins shouted after her and asked where she was going, she waved them off.
Hermione followed dutifully, small clutch in hand, down the hall where the loos were and the music was quieter. “Yes?” His brow pinched, Hermione had never been curt with him before. Draco smirked regardless, as she leant against the wall and crossed her arms in a way that made her breasts push up.
“Was wondering if you wanted a birthday gift.” Her eyes lit up and then dimmed when she noticed he was empty handed.
“Oh I— I’m out with my friends... and I really don’t want to leave them…”
“Never stopped you before.” He whispered, stepping into her space as he toyed with one of her perfectly curled ringlets. “Besides, if I let you go back out there Zabini’s going to be insufferable next poker night.” She frowned but began to toy with his tie as he towered over her with a hand on the wall above her head.
“We match.” She said quietly. Draco hummed and ran his nose up the side of her throat as he inhaled. She shivered, breath hitching, and so did he.
Fuck did she smell good. Enticing, mouth watering, like his own personal brew of Amortentia; his cock stiffened in his trousers and he let his hand fall to her hip.
“You look absolutely tantalizing in this.” His hand fisted the short dress and pulled it up just enough to be indecent. “Can’t wait to tear it off of you.” He let his voice rasp, and reveled in the little gasp she gave when he pressed his growing erection into her hip.
“M-Malfoy.” She whimpered, her fist clenching his tie tightly when he began a soft trail of kisses up her neck until he could nip at the edge of her ear. He pulled back and looked at the large dangle of sapphires that hung from her lobe, “Pretty.” She shuddered against him. “Want to get out of here?” He pulled back and watched her gaze flicker down the hall, back towards her friends and Zabini, and Draco pulled her bottom lip from between her lip with his thumb.
His fingers rested on her throat and he could feel her pulse hammering, she nodded softly as she stared up at him, and then Draco was scooping her up in his arms.
He Disapparated and Hermione finished her gasp inside of his bedroom. Her eyes widened and Draco stalked her back towards his bed as he sought to taste every inch of exposed skin she had.
“W-wait.” He hummed, hands sliding the thin straps on her dress down her shoulder, “Malfoy wait.” She pushed against his chest and he stumbled back.
“What?” He blinked, “too rough? I can be gentler.” He stepped forward, hands going to her bare thigh to ruck her dress up but was stilled by hands on his chest. He swallowed thickly as she dropped her head against his chest and began to shake it.
“I— I can’t do this anymore.” A stone sank in his stomach and his fingers flexed on her hips. “We can’t do this anymore.”
Draco sucked his teeth and moved away from her to his sidebar and poured himself two fingers. “Okay.” He knocked back his drink, hissing at the burn, and then poured more.
“Okay?” She repeated, “Seriously? That’s it? You’re not even going to put up a fight?”
“Why?” Draco took a long pull and let it roll on his tongue, “Why don’t you just go run back to Zabini.” He scoffed and lifted his drink, his eyes widened when it was pulled from his hands and slammed against the sideboard.
“Maybe I will!” She shouted, “At he doesn’t need to get absolutely pissed to stomach the idea of fucking me!” She spun from him in a huff and a flurry of curls and Draco caught her arm. “Let me go.”
“Is that what you think?” He scowled down at her and pulled her closer. “You— you think I need to be drunk to want you?”
“It sure seems like it!” Her face was red with anger. “You’ve only ever wanted to touch me after you've heavily imbibed.” She laughed drying and yanked free of him, her tiara jostling atop her head. “I don’t know why I thought today would be any different.” He could see her eyes watering, her lip quivering, and Draco wanted nothing more to sink into the floor.
“ What? ” He hissed, because apparently his alcohol soaked brain could only retort with that word. She scoffed. “ You’ve only ever tried to fuck me after drinking.” She scowled at him.
“Do not!”
“Uh, yes you do. Name one time you came onto me and we fucked and either of us were sober.” She nibbled her lip. “None of the twenty four times we’ve been together have we been sober, granted I may be a little more drunk than you but—”
“You— you kept track?” His cheeks flushed and he ran a hand through his hair as he cleared his throat.
“I— it was just a guess.”
She put her hands on her hips, finger tapping her hip bone. “A pretty exact guess.”
“How would you know it was exact if you weren’t keeping track as well?” Her cheeks flamed and her shoulders tensed.
“Irrelevant.” Draco chuckled. “Besides, I’ve tried to flirt with you when we weren’t drunk and you brushed me off!”
“What? No I haven’t.” He scowled.
“Oh yes you have! Just two weeks ago, you came late, and uninvited, with that pile of gifts and—”
“That— that was Pansy’s baby shower!” Draco guffawed, exasperated.
“So!” Hermione threw her hands up, “We had sex at her wedding!”
“Oh that’s different and you know it .”
“Yeah, because you were drunk off more than two sips of a mimosa and—”
“Because we weren’t in her fucking house Granger.” Hermione blinked at him, “You might acclaim Ginny Weasley for her bat-bogey hex, but if you’ve ever been on the wrong end of Pansy’s wand, which I have , you wouldn’t want to piss her off by getting caught fucking in her home! ” He shouted at her.
“We wouldn’t have gotten caught.” Hermione added sheepishly, thoroughly scolded, and toeing the floor with the tip of her navy heel.
“And on top of her standard wrath, she’s pregnant … it’s a Potter! ” Draco pulled at his hair, “I don’t know about you, but I like my cock attached to my body— and Pansy would have no qualms of ripping it off with her bare hands if I were to have disrespected her like that while she’s carrying my godson !” His voice cracked.
“I… didn’t think about that.” She nibbled her lip again. “Okay, well, what about when we see each other in the Ministry? You’re sober then and—”
“And working! ” She blinked. “Granger, seriously, I know I don’t need the money but I quite like being an Auror and I’m not going to risk my job just to shag you senseless— you technically are my boss and—” He huffed. “Besides, I didn’t even know you wanted me to, or I would have risked it!”
“You would?” She nibbled her lip again and Draco had quite enough of that, it was driving him crazy. He advanced, held the sides of her face and pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth.
“Yes. I would.” She licked her lips, the tip of her tongue lightly flicking the pad of his thumb as he stroked her bottom lip.
“Grang— Hermione,” Her gaze snapped to his, “I’ve been gone for you since you first let me taste you.” Her chest was heaving, “I would have Pansy slip you into conversation around Potter and manipulate the conversation until I knew where you’d be… I— I would sneakily look at your planner on your assistant's desk when I dropped off paperwork and flirted with him so I could see if you had any drinks planned… you should really stop putting all of your personal information out on a desk where anyone can see… it’s not safe.” She chuckled and he continued, “I would stage a meeting and just-so-happen to bump into you at pubs or clubs, bars and restaurants. I would weasel my way into things like Pansy’s baby shower just to be close to you. I— I didn’t think you’d want me if you weren’t drunk. That if we weren’t drunk then it would mean too much for you and you’d run.”
“So… you knew it was my birthday?” She asked sheepishly, her gaze flicking between his eyes.
“ Yes. ” His body bowed with the weight of his hissed confession, “Yes, of course I knew it was your bloody birthday, Hermione! I spent hours getting ready just so you’d come find me when you were drunk enough, but then you went over to your friends and Blaise—”
“Blaise? What’s wrong with Blaise?” She frowned.
“The way he was leaning and talking to you… buying you drinks and—”
“Draco…” her hands came up to his and curled around them to pull his hold off her face. “Blaise wants to date Ginny.” He blinked, What?
“What?” He whispered after he realized he was just staring at her.
“Pansy and I have been working on getting them together for a month now and we came up with this plan to have him be stood up… on my birthday… and invite him to the table. But Pansy was too nauseous to come out tonight so it was just me and Blaise against Ginny, and—”
“So you… weren’t… going to fuck him?” He asked slowly.
“ No !” She recoiled. “Blaise isn’t even my type . I mean he’s handsome, sure, I wouldn’t set Ginny up with someone ugly. But I’m not attracted to him.” Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses and she giggled. “Did you wear those for me?”
“You… said I looked like a sexy librarian at that wine tasting Pansy dragged you to.” He admitted.
“And the tie.” She whispered.
“You liked the feel of it when I tied you to the bedpost.” Her cheeks flamed and she licked her lips.
“The suit?”
“You said blue was the best color for me… that it brings out my eyes.”
“It does.” She swallowed and ran her hand up his chest as he shifted them, walked her backwards, until she was pressed against his tall dresser.
“I wore this shirt because I knew you’d get frustrated and tear it off of me. These shoes because you get goosebumps from the sound against the floor as I circle you. My rings.” Her breath hitched as he held the side of her throat and tapped a ring on her pulse point. “Because your cunt absolutely gushes when you ride my family crest.”
“I— I wore silver for you.” She confessed, “I had hoped you would be there. That you’d find me for my birthday and—”
“And?” He prompted, whispering huskily as he played with her earring.
“And that you’d ask me out.” She whispered, Draco pulled back and inspected her. He’s never seen her look so… vulnerable.
“Lunch.”
“What?” She huffed.
“Have lunch with me.”
“T-tomorrow?” He hummed.
“I’d say breakfast, but I plan on keeping you in bed well into the afternoon. And after lunch I’m going to bend you over every surface in my home,” he leant in to her, his breath fanning over her cheek as he spoke, “and then we’ll go for dinner and I’ll fuck you all over your flat.”
“O-oh.” She gasped, legs wobbly. Draco caught her by the hip and pressed her into his dresser.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She said breathily, “Oh yes, please.” Her hand came up above her to hold the edge of the dresser and he smirked down at her.
“Let’s start with this.”
“This?” Hermione asked gently, confused. She shrieked when he lifted her effortlessly until her bum was past his shoulders and he was setting her on top of the dresser. “What are you—” she yelled when he pulled her to the edge and managed to get her out of her knickers with little struggle. Hermione gripped the edge of the dresser, prayed it wouldn’t tip over from her weight as she was perched on the edge, and flushed furiously as Draco parted her knees.
She gasped, head falling back, as he stepped forward and kissed her between her thighs as if it were her mouth. Hermione sagged back on the wall and scratched her fingers for purchase on the large portrait’s frame behind her as she lounged back against it. Draco moaned at the taste of her and circled his arms around her thighs, pulled her forward so her perfectly pert ass was off the edge and he could spread her thighs wider across his shoulders.
“I could do this all day.” He pulled back to look at her, grinning when he watched her clit jump as her insides clenched needily around nothing. “So fucking pretty.” She whined. “Just look at how you drip for me.” He leant forward and ran his tongue up her slit, humming approvingly. “Such a messy girl.”
“D-Draco.” She carded her fingers through his hair and then dropped her hand to cup his cheek as he pushed forward to lap at her core. She felt his jaw work as he licked and kissed her into oblivion. Hermione came with a high pitched gasp, her spine arched and pulled tight as her thighs clenched around his head.
Draco worked her down, slowly, with gentle kisses and licks and the occasional suck on her clit that made her body jolt. “Please.” She stroked through his hair as he pulled back to look at her core between his slowing kisses. “Please.” She whined and he gave her a final kiss before he slid her down his body until she was wrapped around his hips.
“I’ve got you baby.” She hummed as he carried her to the bed. He set her on the edge and stepped back to shrug his jacket off and tossed it onto his dresser, and then he began to undo his cufflinks. Draco smirked as her tongue slowly swept over her bottom lip before she pulled it between her teeth as he slipped his glasses off. His watch was next, then he unknotted his tie and slid it from his collar. With nimble, practiced, fingers he made short work of his buttons and watched her squirm on his bed.
Hermione’s hands went to his stomach as he shrugged out of his shirt and then slid down to his belt. She tugged him forward until he was between her thighs and kissed his taut stomach. Draco tossed her tiara aside and brushed her curls from her face as she dragged her lips down his body and began to undo his belt.
He moaned low in his throat when she began to fondle him with one hand while she opened his trousers with the other. He watched, slack jawed, as she pulled him from his pants and kissed her way from base to tip. “Hermione.” He pleaded and she stared up at him with her temple pressed against his stomach as she opened her mouth, pushed out her tongue, and smacked his cock agaisnt it.
He whined. She smiled. And then his cock was disappearing past her lips. Draco dropped his head back and moaned languidly as his legs threatened to become liquid. She pulled back slowly and he combed her hair back slowly with the tips of his fingers and she swallowed him down again. “Oh fuck. Just like that Hermione, fuck— you know just how I like it.” She hummed and his cock jumped on her tongue.
He tucked his chin to his chest and let his mouth gape unattractively as he moaned and whined while Hermione kissed, licked and slurped his cock.
She looked up at him as he gathered her hair at her nape, winked , and then took the full length of him into her throat. “Bloody hell.” His knees buckled and he cracked the back of her head as he regained composure. Hermione nuzzled her nose against his trim white-blond curls and then pulled back, sucked her spil from the tip, and then took the full length of him again as his fingers clenched in her hair.
Draco panted needily as she took him, over and over, into her throat until she gagged and pulled back to stroke her slippery spit up and down his length. “You're amazing.” She smiled and kissed his tip, his cock jerked in her hand and she giggled. “Get your dress off and get up on the bed.” She grinned and pulled the silky silver dress over her head before she crawled back on the bed while he divested himself of the rest of his clothing.
Draco kicked his shoes aside, pulled off his socks and then pushed his trousers and pants down together. He stalked her back across his mattress and tugged at her ankle so she wasn’t so close to his headboard. She giggled again and he worked a trail of kisses up the inside of her thigh until he could slip his fingers inside of her.
She groaned and lifted her hips as he pushed his middle finger into her, past his ring, sinking to the knuckle. Draco pulled back, added a his ring finger, and then thrusted into her as she moaned his name. He curled them up and harmonized her moan as her cunt clamped around his fingers.
“So good.” He praised and dipped to kiss her clit. She jerked and ground her hips against his thrusting hand while he kissed up her body. “That’s it baby, ride my fingers.”
“Draco— I— oh god,” he chuckled. Draco loved that Muggle phrase, it usually meant that she was— “I’m gonna cum!” He grinned and flattened himself against her, flexed his fingers inside of her faster and secured his lips around one of her perfectly budded nipples. He suckled on her and moaned when she began to pull at his hair and claw at his back.
“Fuck.” He grunted, teeth around her nipple, as she broke the skin between his shoulder blades. And then she was shaking.
“Y-es!” She gasped out, hips canting upwards to pull his fingers deeper inside of her as her body quaked with another orgasm.
Two for two. Draco released her nipple from between his teeth and kissed his way across her chest to the other so he could suck and flick his tongue against it. “That’s it baby. Just like that.” He worked his fingers in and out of her slowly, until her cunt’s hold lessened and her body slacked against the mattress.
She was a panting mess with a beautiful sheen of sweat over her stomach that Draco just wanted to lick off. “You’re beautiful.” She smiled, dazily, and reached up to softly cup his face.
“You too.” Draco laughed and pressed forward to kiss her as she widened her hips so he could fit between them. He pulled his fingers from her, slowly, and pulled her leg up over his hip as he slotted between her legs.
Her mouth opened without prompting and Draco moaned when her pouty little mouth wrapped around his fingers.
“Oh fuck.” He whined and ground his hips down against her. She moaned and he did it again as she grabbed his wrist and slid her tongue between his fingers before sinking them into her throat. Hermione whined and moaned as she sucked them; Draco watched, enraptured, as he thrusted his cock between her slick folds to release a bit of pressure in his cock.
He needed her, desperately, but he wanted her to enjoy this. Him. Wanted her to know that he wanted her— not only now, while alcohol was still pumping lazily through their bloodstream. But tomorrow when they woke. And the next day. And the next— Hermione cried out around his fingers and he pressed them to her tongue to keep her jaw slack. Her hips tightened around him and her fingers dimpled the flesh of his ass painfully.
He hasn't even tried for that one.
Her chest heaved and her eyes rolled and fuck — Draco shot his hand down to grip the base of his cock and willed himself not to cum.
“Draco please— please. I need it. Need you— please. I need you inside of me.” And who was he to deny her? He was just a man and she was a goddess and— he shuddered and moaned as he sunk into her tight, wet, heat— so fucking perfect.
“Hermione.” He panted and nuzzled against her neck, “Fuck, Hermione, you’re so tight.” She hummed and rolled her hips. He winced and kissed up her neck. “Not yet. Fuck !” She rolled them again and he snapped his hips forward to stop her. She gasped and then turned her head so she could kiss him. Her arms came between them and she grabbed his face to ravage his mouth as he lagged, helplessly, behind her pace. She writhed beneath him and Draco squeezed her hips to try and still her movements. “ Wait.” He growled and she whined.
Draco dragged his hands up the curve of her body and fisted her breast to give her some semblance of relief, rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until he was sure that he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself, and then rolled his hips. He started slowly, rocking into her fully each time he pulled from her. And then he fucked her shallowly until Hermione was whining and grabbing at his back and hips to force him inside fully. Draco sucked on her tongue and bit at her lips as she cried his name, as she begged and writhed beneath him, chasing his hips with her own for the friction and fullness she needed
“You want my cock?” He teased, smirking.
“Y-yes.” He hummed. “F-fuck me. Draco p-pelase, please fuck me!” She nearly sobbed. Draco kissed her softly and then pulled himself up on his knees, her legs draped over his thighs, and he jerked her into him by her tiny, little, waist. She screamed her relief.
Her right arm flung up to pull at her own hair and she began to fondle her own breast and all he could do was witness. He watched her body arch beautifully as she chanted out his name in short huffs with every snap of his hips. “Like that baby? You like having my cock this deep inside of you?” He released the grip on one of her thighs and pressed low on her stomach so he could feel himself rutting inside of her. She screamed for him and swirled her hips as he fucked into her.
“Yes! Yes! Draco! Fuck— right there!” He chuckled and shifted, she whined needily.
Draco pulled her legs together, the heels of her navy pumps clacking together as he pushed her ankles near her head. Hermione folded beautifully, held behind her knees, and stared up at him adoringly as Draco pounded into her. “I’m close.” He moaned. “So fucking close.” Hermione spread her legs and Draco dropped his weight against her as she wrapped around him. He licked his lips and kissed her chastely. “Cum for me, Hermione. I need to feel you cum.” He moaned into her next kiss and gripped her ass as he slammed into her. Her tongue swept inside of his mouth and Draco canting his hips slightly to slide against that spot inside of her that makes her—
“Draco!”—scream.
He did it again and again, biting her lip as he pushed between them and swiped messily against her slick clit. “Come on baby. Cum for me. Cum on my cock so I can fill you.” Her whole body jerked, cunt pulsing in time to the way her thighs gripped and released him. She gasped against his shoulder, fingers gouging tracks on his back and shoulders as her body convulsed. She laughed and relaxed as Draco continued to chase his release. “I’m gonna—Hermione.”
“Cum inside me.” She whispered and Draco’s restraint snapped. His hips fell against hers, jerking shakily against her body as she mouthed at the hinge of his jaw.
“ Fuck.” He huffed, smiling, and pulled himself up on his elbows so he could kiss from her neck, across her cheek, and reclaim her mouth. “I think,” he jerked, huffing, when she clenched around him and began to giggle. “That that , was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Hermione hummed and ran her hands up and down his back as he gradually softened inside of her. Her fingers brushed against some of the more tender lines that she left, and he hissed and rolled off of her with a grunt. “Ow.”
“Sorry.” She giggled and they both stared up at the ceiling. After a long silence of them just trying to catch their breaths, Hermione broke it with a soft, “What now?”
“What do you mean?” Draco propped himself up on his elbow and held his head in his palm as he watched her.
“Neither of us ever stayed before… not that I’m assuming I’m staying but—”
“Please stay.” She turned her face towards him.
“Yeah?”
“Please, stay.” He repeated and traced her cheekbone with his fingertips.
A slow, easy, smile split her lips. “Okay.”
“Would you like a bath? I don’t know about you, but I like to enjoy soaking in a tub after a particularly good shag. And that was the most exquisitely thorough shag I’ve ever had.” He grinned even as Hermione swatted at him.
“Don’t be a prat.”
“I’m serious! Your a brilliant fuck, Hermione. And I should know, I fucked a Veela.” She gasped and swatted at him and son, missing as he slipped, laughing, from the bed.
“You are a cad— a philanderer— and absolute rake !” She tossed a pillow at him and he batted it away as he made it around to her side of the bed, grinning.
“I have been nothing, if not faithful, to you since our first… entanglement.” She scoffed but let him pull her to the edge of the bed and wrestle her shoes off her feet. Draco pulled her into his arms effortlessly and made his way to the bathroom where he climbed into the already half full tub, and sat with her astride him. Draco smiled up at her and combed the hair from her face. He tipped his head and tucked her curls behind her ears so he could carefully take her earrings out. “That Veela was years ago…” he said softly, almost as an apology; then he grinned. “And her voice was quite grating. Had to push her face into the mattress so my cock didn’t soften— ow.” He hissed when she smacked his chest and gasped, apparently scandalized.
“Is this how you speak about our time together?”
“No.” He caressed her jaw softly, “I’ve never told a soul. But if I had, then I’d sing your praises. The way you moan and gasp… it’s like music. From your bushy head to the tips of your toes… you are perfect .” She rolled her eyes, “Wholey perfect.” Hermione retreated to the other side of the tub to relax against the porcelain, breasts barely covered with the water of the still filling tub. “I’m serious, you’re the only woman I can’t find fault in. Which is probably why I’ve been mad for you for so long.” Draco shrugged and swirled a finger so the bath filled with Jasmine oil. Hermione hummed and sank into the perfectly hot water.
“You're my favorite shag as well, if we’re being honest. Which is why I kept coming back, even if I felt like shit afterwards… I didn’t know you fancied me. So I just thought I was this... dirty little secret for you… something you wouldn’t touch until you were drunk enough to admit to yourself that you were attracted to me.”
He sombered. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. Truly. That was never my intention. I was just following your lead, because I thought that I was your dirty secret. That you couldn’t admit you were attracted to me unless you were drunk and we were kept secret.”
“I guess we’re not as bright as others make us out to be.” She giggled and brought her knees to her chest so she could lay against them.
“Complete idiots.” Draco pushed himself across the tub until his knees were bent out of the water and Hermione was raking her wet hands through his hair.
“So, that’s it then, we’re both stupid… and we want this?”
“We want this.” Draco agreed and tipped forward to kiss her gently. Hermione touched her fingertips gently to his jaw and smiled against his lips.
“Then it’s settled. We’re idiots… and we’re dating.” She curled her lips together, pressed them into a line and looked at him expectantly.
“Absolute fools,” Draco smiled and kissed her again, “who are romantically and sexually involved.” Hermione hummed happily as he pillowed his lips atop hers.
“Romantically?” She smiled playfully, “there has yet to be any romance.”
“No?” Draco longed back against his side of the tub and frowned, “Oh I must remedy that. Instantly.” He summoned his wand wordlessly and began a flurry of swoops and swishes. The lights dimmed, candles appeared and flamed to life, and then a small, swirling, cloud of red, pink, and white, gathered overhead and began to shower the tub and the surrounding floor with rose petals of the same colors.
“Oh very nice.” Hermione giggled and blew away a rose petal that got stuck in her hair with a huff. “ Quite romantic. The only thing to make it more so would be violin.” And as if on cue, a violin began to play softly.
“Ah.” Draco smiled brightly, “brilliant idea Hermione. I wish I’d have thought of it.” She laughed, and he watched her eyes light with joy.
“This is so cliché!”
“But romantic?” He asked, eyebrow lifting questionably as he held a hand out for her. She sighed, took it, and crawled into his lap.
“But romantic.” Hermione acquiesced with another sigh. Draco ran his hands up her back and then out of the water and over her shoulders. She hummed and closed her eyes as the taps shut off.
“I can do better.” He whispered and kissed up her throat as she tipped her head back.
Hermione moaned softly, “Oh I’m counting on it. You’ve got months of making me feel stupid to make up for.”
“Months?” He asked softly, his tongue darting out to taste the hinge of her jaw.
“If you count how you tormented me at Hogwarts… and the time in between where you blatantly ignored me or said something snide…” she pulled him back by his hair and Draco hissed. “I’d say you have years .”
His pulse began to race and his cock swelled between them, Hermione squirmed in his lap. “Years.” He grinned, “I can do years.” And then he was kissing her, hands skimming her soft, slick body as he shifted her and sloshed water and rose petals onto the tiles beneath the tub. Some of the candles snuffed out with a sizzle. Hermione laughed, one arm wrapped around his shoulder and the other ceasing his jaw as their tongues licked into each other's mouths. He inhaled her giggles and nipped at her lips.
Years. Draco could give her years, could give her a lifetime. She sighed into his mouth, and he swallowed it down, as she sank fully onto his lap. Draco would give Hermione anything and everything she could ever want. Starting with romance and a lunch date, starting with this… a stupid misunderstanding that graciously led to a relationship. He could give her this, give her the birthday gift he had purchased and wrapped and tucked away in his dressing room. Could give himself to her.
Hermione rocked in his lap, the only sounds in the room were that of their sighs and moans that echoed in eachothers mouths, the soft playing of the violin and the gentle slosh of the water as it lapped at the sides of the tub. Draco held Hermione tightly against him. This was a start— their start.
And it would end in forever.