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The languid, slow sensual kisses soon gave way to something more. Before Hermione knew it, Draco was pulling her onto his lap, forcing her legs to straddle him.
“Malfoy, are you actually hard right now?!” she exclaimed, feeling him firm against one thigh.
“Yeah Granger, it’s the morning,” he rebutted, rolling his eyes.
“You literally slept for like 10 minutes, and then proceeded to get in a fight with me!” she leaned her torso away from him, but his firm grip on her hips kept her locked against him.
“Yeah and I told you that I refused to guarantee that I wouldn’t get an erection while you yelled at me,” he spat back, moving his mouth to start kissing slowly along her jaw.
“You are so ridiculous!”
“Am I, Granger? You’re telling me right now that you aren’t wet right now?” he paused to look at her.
“Of course not!” she threw back, avoiding making eye contact.
“I thought we learned this lesson last night already?” he smirked at her, slowly moving his hands down her hips and along her thighs.
She simply huffed in response.
“I thought you were my good girl, the best in the class?” he began whispering in her ear, drawing slow circles on her upper hips.
“Normally, you don’t need to have a lesson repeated,” he started nipping softly along her ear, Hermione suppressed a groan.
“Why don’t I just check and see? Since you’re so certain,” he teased, sucking on the most sensitive parts of her neck.
“That is completely unnecessary.”
“Is it, now? I think I’ll be the judge of that. Why don’t you lie back and let me check just how pink and glistening your perfect little pussy is?”
“Malfoy—I—that’s just preposterous, there is absolutely no need to”
He cut her off abruptly by pushing her shoulders back so her upper body was flat against the mattress, while her legs we’re still slotted around his waist.
His smirk was downright murderous as he took her in, clearly enjoying the vision of her splayed out before him.
“Granger, are you actually dripping for me right now?” he looked down at her, loving using her words against her.
“Listen you’ve been kissing my neck and saying things to me and its obviously perfectly normal”
He quickly moved one hand to run along her slit, smirking when he found it exactly as he expected.
“Mmmmm, you’re drenched sweetheart,” he brought his fingers up to his mouth to suck on her arousal.
“I—I”
“Granger, why are you so wet?” he asked, using his most patronizing tone as he continued to lightly run his hands slowly up her thighs and across her abdominals.
“I’m sure you’re simply exaggerating,” she choked back, gripping the sheets at his teasing.
“You think so?” he asked.
“You’re sure you’re not just absolutely soaked for me?” he took a single finger and dipped inside of her, sliding in ever so easily.
Hermione willed her body not to react, but she clenched inadvertently.
“You’re absolutely positive,” he curled his finger slightly, “that you’re not running down my fingers right now?”
He gave one, slow, twisting pump.
“Completely confident that your cunt isn’t gripping me like a vice?”
He pulled his finger out and brought it to her mouth, raising an eyebrow in lieu of a question.
She opened her mouth obediently and immediately wrapped her lips around his finger, keeping his burning eye contact the entire time.
“Suck.” His tone left no room for argument.
Hermione dutifully sucked on his finger, moaning as she tasted herself.
“Fuck,” he said softly, “you’re going to look so perfect with my cock in your mouth.”
He pulled his finger out, her mouth reluctantly releasing him with a loud pop.
“Now,” he began as he ran his wet finger down her neck, “how should I punish you for lying to me this morning?” The finger continued its downward descent, softly passing her breasts, drifting across her stomach.
“Should I edge you until you’re begging for me, desperate for my cock to stretch you out?” his hands met each other on the tops of her thighs, kneading her sore muscles.
“Or I could make you cum over and over again, until you’re imploring me to stop? Until you’re so sensitive that you have your own cum dripping down your legs and tears dripping down your face?” he moved his hands up, taking each of his thumbs and pulling her clitoral hood back so she was completely bared.
Hermione was trying her best to remain unaffected, but this fucking man with his stupid perfect hands and sinful words was already killing her. She’d never been one to enjoy getting in trouble before, but she was quickly beginning to see the appeal.
“Maybe I’ll put you over my knee and spank you until your arse is red and raw?” he softly blew cold air across her clit, making her shiver with need.
“I could shove my cock down your throat? And fuck your face until I cum wherever I so please?” he smirked as he watched her pulse slightly.
“Mmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you Granger? You’re absolutely gagging for it?”
While she loved his dirty words, she knew Draco could talk to himself and about himself for hours, so she opted to take matters into her own hands.
She released her death grip on the sheets and moved her hands slowly up her body, smirking as his cockiness began to show the smallest of cracks.
She let her fingers draw up her abs until they finally reached her tits. She gripped them tightly, then began circling her hard nipples with her fingers.
“Hmmm,” Hermione pretended to think, letting one hand stay rubbing her nipple while the other made its descent to her core. Draco’s eyes we’re tracking every slight movement.
“Do I have any other options?” she moved straight past his hands holding her open and plunged two fingers inside herself.
He wasn’t lying, she was fucking wet.
The look he was giving her was positively savage.
“Typically, one does not get to choose their own punishment,” he ground out, “sort of defeats the purpose.”
She took her fingers out to rub the moisture all over her clit.
“And you won’t make an exception?” she asked casually while beginning to draw slow circles around her clit, matching the ones her other hand was doing with her nipple.
“There’s nothing I can do for you that would change your mind?” she quickly licked the the hand on her breast before letting it glide down, down, down, until it finally reached his achingly hard cock that was wedged between their thighs.
“Are you trying to seduce me Miss Granger,” he huffed as she wrapped her thin fingers around him.
“Is it working?” she gave one slow pump “professor” she emphasized every syllable.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, looking helplessly up at the ceiling.
“I’m so sorry I got so wet, sir. I didn’t mean to; I just couldn’t stop thinking about how good your dick would feel inside of me. Please don’t give me detention, I’ll do anything.”
“For the love of Salazar, tell me you still have your old uniform, Granger” he desperately looked down at her hands, one circling her clit lazily while the other was dragging purposely against him.
“I do,” she paused to wet her hand again, this time with her own arousal, and continued her movements on his cock.
“The only issue is, it’s a little small on me now. The shirt is overly tight, the buttons look like they’re about to burst, and the skirt is much too short.”
“I see no issue with that,” Draco smirked down at her, his hand joining hers so he could show her a rhythm he liked, “and we will reconvene with this particular fantasy one day very, very soon.”
Suddenly, Draco grabbed her and pulled her body back up. Her legs remained wrapped around him, but their chests we’re flush against one another.
“However, I do not have the brain capacity for that at the moment,” he thrust against her, his cock rubbing against the outside of her core.
“Me neither,” Hermione said breathily, “I need you in me now,” she reached down to position his cock just so when he stopped her.
“I, more than anyone, respects your ability to distract me. You came so very close to making me forget about your punishment with your little show just then, but I am a man of my word, Granger.”
“Malfoy—come on,” she groaned but he pushed her off of him.
On her back again, he pried each of her legs off of him, moving away slightly.
“You know, Granger, I was really liking your performance,” he grabbed a pillow from behind him and shoved it underneath her arse, so her pelvis was lifted perfectly and grabbed each of her knees, spreading her as wide as she’d go.
“I think for your punishment, I’ll make you continue it,” he sat back on his knees, taking in the sight of her naked form.
“This is bloody ridiculous! If I wanted to masturbate, I’d just go home. Why won’t you touch me,” she tried to sit up, but Malfoy pushed her back down on the bed with ease.
“You know that was my plan before you decided to lie to me, Granger. If you weren’t such a little brat, you would have already cum many times over by now. A pity really,” he smirked, looking like it was anything but.
She opened her mouth to protest but he held up a hand to silence her.
“Granger, if you are good and do as I say, I’ll talk you through it. Would you like that darling? Would you like me to whisper dirty little words to help you cum?”
Hermione was irate at this point, but her horniness and overwhelming desire to follow instructions was winning out. She reached up and licked each of her thumbs, then began rolling her nipples slowly with them.
“Good girl.”
Unintentionally, her inner walls clenched, the perfect combination of his sexy gravelly voice and praise would always do something to her.
Draco smirked, and she quickly realized the reason for the pillow and spread legs. He was planning on watching every movement, able to notice everything that made her tick.
“I must say, Granger, I’ve always been an arse man, but your tits are making me reconsider,” he was licking his lips lewdly as he looked down at her.
“I will literally let you paint ‘I must not tell lies’ with your cum on them if you would just fucking touch me,” she spat back, moving one hand down her body to really start touching herself.
She could tell he was trying not to laugh, so much so that he couldn’t even smirk, just smile wolfishly at her.
“I may hold you do that, but for now, show me how you touch yourself. Show me what your fingers do late at night, when you think of me,” he licked his own hand now and wrapped it firmly around his cock.
She started slowly circling her clit, using the lightest of touches. Draco was staring intently, committing everything that made her moan to memory.
“You look so perfect like this, Granger all wet and panting for me. What gets you off when you’re all alone? What do you think about?” he was absentmindedly stroking himself, but the majority of his focus was on her.
Normally, she used her very high-end vibrator to get the job done, and using her fingers made her feel like she was back at Hogwarts again. Or the fucking Middle Ages.
“I use my imagination. I fantasize about things that have already happened and improve them, think about things I’d like to do but haven’t yet,” she kept a constant circling of her clit with one hand, and brought the other hand down to insert one finger inside of her.
“Tell me about one of them.”
“I thought the whole point was that you were going to talk to me,” she said, reaching new levels of frustration as she inserted a second finger. They weren’t really big enough to reach where she wanted.
“I will, I will. I promise. Give me one fantasy and I’ll reward you,” he took his hand off of himself and began drawing slow circles on her thighs.
Just the lightest touches from him, nowhere near where they needed to be, already had her heartrate accelerating.
“I have one where I’m in an argument with a man in my office, let’s call him Cormac,” he cut her off with a firm slap on her thigh.
“Damnit, fine. I have a reoccurring one where we are in my office over lunch arguing about something asinine. We’re going back and forth fiercely, getting closer and closer, until we’re almost nose to nose and then finally, finally, you kiss me,” she curled the finger inside of her and moaned softly. She closed her eyes, focusing on the way her hands we’re making her body feel.
“You grab my blouse and wrench it open, buttons popping off and flying all over the room,” she added another finger and sped up slightly. Draco moved his hands higher up her legs, running his thumbs along her inner thighs.
“Then you bend me over my desk and hike my skirt up,” she was breathing hard now, her fingers moving with purpose.
“You rip my panties off and stand behind me,” she was struggling to form coherent thoughts at this point, she opened her eyes to see Draco looking down at her. His teasing air was gone, his face hard and he looked hopelessly torn between loving and hating his no touching her rule.
“Keep going, Granger,” he was pleading with her now.
“Draco, I can’t. I can’t—talk anymore,” she gasped as he moved his hands up her body to her breasts.
“Yes, you can. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl for me,” he started moving his thumbs around her nipples.
“I hear the click of your belt,” she moaned loudly when he began pinching her nipples, “and you’re pulling yourself out, and I’m sick with anticipation when you finally thrust into me for the first time.”
“And how did I take you Granger? Was I hard and fast? Was I whispering in your ear? Grabbing your hair?” he questioned while continuing his attention on her breasts.
“It was hard but not fast, you knew the difference,” she gasped out, applying more pressure to her clit.
“Mmm, I certainly do,” he replied, and moved one hand down her body to join her fingers. He used his larger, stronger hands to push her dainty ones further inside of her.
“And you we’re gripping my throat and saying—you we’re saying—” her voice cut off as she felt her legs start to shake.
“Yeah? That feel good, darling? You take me perfectly, such a good girl for me,” he leaned over her and began sucking on her nipple.
“Malfoy, fuck, I’m about to,” he watched as she threw her head back, her orgasm spreading throughout her entire body.
“That’s it, Granger, cum for me sweetheart. You look so perfect when you cum,” he kept laving at her nipples as she came down from her high. The tension, unnecessary in Hermione’s opinion, had made her orgasm all the more intense.
She had to forcibly remove him from her very sensitive nipples, trying to let her heartbeat come down and her breathing steady. Draco’s head found the valley between her breasts and pressed his body weight into her, letting her relax into the bed. But just for a moment.
“Malfoy, what’re you doing,” she asked suspiciously as she felt him shift, dropping kisses down her body.
“You made quite the mess, darling. I’m just licking you clean,” he snarked, licking slowly across her abs, dripping lower to her pubic bone.
“Malfoy, I need a minute,” she moved up on to her elbows to look down at him.
“And I need to taste you,” he rolled his eyes and kept on his current descent.
“Malfoy—I,” she was struggling to voice her thoughts as he began kissing her upper left thigh.
“Colors if you need them. But I’d like to take credit for this next orgasm.”
“You we’re literally the one that insisted I touch myself!”
“Yes, and I’ve realized I didn’t quite like that punishment. So, I’ve decided on another one,” he continued kissing, licking and nipping her thighs.
“That’s absolutely not fair! What on earth are you going to—” her argument was cut off as Malfoy licked one, slow, strip up her slit.
“Delicious,” she could hear his words and subsequent moan vibrating in her dazed brain.
“I’ve decided that a betrayal as egregious as lying deserves a 3-part punishment,” she felt him push her lips up, leaving her clit fully exposed.
“Refusing to touch you was one, forcing you to cum over and over again is your second,” he took the tip of his tongue and flicked it quickly up and down, over and over her pulsing clit.
“Because when I jack off, this is what I think about. I think about making you cum on my fingers, on my tongue, on my cock. I think about fucking you through your clothes, I think about you warming my cock in public. I think about taking you every way I physically can. So, let’s work on your stamina now, because I plan on waking you up like this every morning.”
Her mind should have been so far gone in her pleasure and swiftly impending orgasm that his words shouldn’t have registered. But the promise of again. The vow of every morning managed to turn her on even more.
“Are you getting close already darling,” he goaded, inserting a finger inside of her, “I’ve barely been down here two minutes and already you’re going to cum again? What a needy little thing you are,” he began sucking intently on her clit now.
He could feel her walls fluttering softly, her feet moving wildly beneath him, as her upper body thrashed on the bed.
“I can feel you fluttering around my finger, would you like another?”
“Yes!” she gasped out.
“Good girl. Begging so prettily for me,” he added a second finger, curling it just so.
She was moving so erratically now he was having to use his body weight to keep her still as he licked and sucked and fingered her into oblivion.
“Come on Granger, cum for me. I know you want to. Please, darling, let me taste you. Let me feel you grip my fingers.”
“Draco—I’m about to—”
“I know kitten. Cum now, that’s a good girl.”
And she did.
Hermione’s mouth silently screamed her orgasm, her mouth forming a classic O shape as Draco kept licking her slowly through it.
Hermione felt like she’d run a marathon, heart pounding as she gasped shaky, desperate breaths. Thankfully, her mind came back quicker this round, and she suddenly remembered something Malfoy had said.
“Malfoy…you said you had three punishments,” she nervously sat up on her elbows and looked pointedly at him.
He looked perfectly at home between her legs and smirked in response.
“Yes, for this third one, I’ll need you to get on your knees Granger. I’ve waited quite a long time to have my cock down your throat, and I don’t fancy putting it off much longer.”
He slowly rolled off of the bed and stood next to it, naked as the day he was born, his cock standing at perfect attention.
Despite her orgasmic induced exhaustion, she felt a thrill of excitement run through her. Slowly, she slunk off the bed and onto the floor next to him, lowering to her knees.
She felt Draco grab her wild hair, pulling it back away from her face, and held on to it. A lose, make-shift ponytail, with his muscular hands acting as a hair tie.
She looked up at him slowly, wide-eyed and anticipatory.
“Fuck,” he whispered, more to himself.
“You look too perfect on your knees in front of me,” he dragged his other hand gently along her jaw.
“Draco?” she asked, he raised an eyebrow in response.
“Can you lower your occlumency walls too? So, I can talk to you while I do it?” she looked so innocent, full of an emotion he assumed was nerves.
“Yes, darling. Tell me whatever you need to, let me know if it’s too much. Alright?” he swept his thumb across her pout lips and took a deep breath. Forcing his mind to lower walls he’d built up over years of life-threatening necessity.
“Draco?” she tried tentatively.
“Yes, Granger. I can hear you perfectly,” he dragged his thumb down her bottom lip, spreading her mouth open slightly.
Then the witch had the audacity to smirk up at him. That face looking up at him while she was on her knees, just a breath away from his cock was utterly overwhelming.
“Good. Consider this payback.”
And with no hesitation, no teasing licks or tentative touches, she enveloped him in her gorgeous mouth.
“Fuck,” he threw his head back, feeling thoroughly deceived. And then further turned on by that fact.
“Mmmm. You like that Malfoy?” she questioned as she pushed him further and further down her mouth, spreading as much saliva around as possible.
“Ye—yes. Yes that’s—that’s good,” he dragged his free hand down his face.
Her right hand came up to grip the base of his shaft, moving it up and down in time with her mouth, twisting it at the end.
“You know what would make this even better? If you’d fucked me earlier so I could taste myself on your cock,”she wetter her other hand and moved it back to cup his balls.
“Damnit, Granger.”
“Mmmm. Is that hot for you? You like me wanting to taste myself? Wanting to taste pussy?” she slowly and gently rubbed his balls.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck.”
“But you just had to be difficult didn’t you? Had to play with me all morning?”
Her mouth and hands sped up gradually, spreading as much of her saliva on him as possible. It was messy and fast, and he simply couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“Gods, you’re too good at this. I should’ve known you’d be good at this. You look so perfect with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart.”
Malfoy was rapidly regretting his standing position, feeling his orgasm quickly impending and worrying about the structural integrity of his own legs.
Hermione just looked up at him coyly, moving her mouth and hands swifter and gripping him tighter.
“Damnit, Granger. I’m—I’m close,” he didn’t even have the brain capacity available to feel ashamed at his brevity.
“Already? This is what happens when you tease me all morning you know,” but her face didn’t show an ounce of annoyance. She looked absolutely pleased with herself and her ability to turn him in to just as much of a writhing mess.
“I—I” he stuttered.
“That’s it Draco. Fuck my face. I want you to cum down my throat. It’s my turn to taste you.”
His grip on her hair tightened and he began to move his hips in rhythm with her. She picked up the pace to something so brutal, she knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Please, please cum for me. I need you to cum. Can you do that for me daddy?”
That did it.
Draco gave one last thrust, ramming himself down to the back of her throat as his cum shot into her. His other hand found her shoulder for balance as he grunted and whimpered while Hermione drank him in. Hermione slowed her pace, swirling her tongue around his tip, using a tight grip to squeeze every drop out of him.
He immediately pulled her up to standing so he could kiss her intently. He seemed to have zero qualms about kissing her post blow job.
He broke the kiss and allowed their foreheads to connect, holding her tightly, and scratching up and down her back.
They stood there in silence, enjoying each other’s embrace before she finally spoke up.
“Every morning, mm?” she asked tentatively.
“As long as it involves you sucking dick like that, every morning for the rest of my life,” he kissed her temple.
“Okay you we’re being sweet, and you had to go and ruin—"
A loud crashed reverberated throughout the house.
They looked at each other quickly before they furiously grabbed their wands, Draco pulling on boxers and Hermione throwing on his old Quidditch jersey, they dashed to the sound. Preparing to fight off intruders.
“SURPRISE!”
They we’re practically thrown back by the sound, absolutely flabbergasted by the sight of all of their friends in Draco’s den.
“What. The. Fuck. THEO!”
“And why on earth would you think that I am to blame—"
“What the fuck Theo?! We all equally planned this!” Ginny screeched looking offended. “It is your surprise sex party!”
“I am absolutely not having a sex party with you! I do not need to watch you peg your husband on a Saturday morning” Draco looked like he was on the brink of losing it when Harry stepped in.
“No, no, not that kind of sex party. A ‘congrats on the sex party,’” he said as he gestured to the huge balloon wall covering Draco’s bookshelves, where the phrase was spelled.
“Explain,” said Hermione, doing a scary good job of channeling Minerva McGonnegal. “Now.”
“Well you see, we have been highly anticipating this event for years,” Theo began.
“You don’t even know if we had sex!” Draco yelled back.
“Draco, you literally have an erection and Granger’s hair looks like my owl lives in it, plus she’s wearing your Quidditch jersey. Don’t insult our intelligence,” Pansy shot in.
“I am still talking! Everyone placed bets on when this would finally happen, and we joked we’d throw a big brunch party when it happened. Well, you two idiots took so damn long that you gave us way too much time to plan it, so honestly that’s on you. And the betting pool got so large that we had plenty of money to cover the party and then some. Now, we we’re thinking some of it could go to the wedding, I personally have been manifesting like a gorgeous Italian countryside moment for you all—”
“Theodore. Cantankerus. Nott,” Draco looked like he was going to lose his mind. Hermione lost hers first.
She was doubled over, laughing hysterically at the absurdity of her friends.
“Oh my god I hate you all. I love you all. Who won?” she asked, wiping tears from her eyes.
“I ALMOST did,” Zabini started.
“God not this again,” Neville groaned.
“No, no, no. If it had happened at the happy hour last week, like it so clearly would have, victory would’ve been mine! But Looney over there,” Zabini pointed accusingly at Luna who seemed perfectly unphased by the rude nickname.
“Exactly, you would have,” she said serenely. “Those two we’re so close to going home together that night and my bet was the week after. So, I simply sabotaged the mood, so to speak.”
The room stood in shocked silent. Blaise looked equal parts annoyed and besotted with Luna.
Draco sighed, pulled Hermione close to him, kissed her forehead and stage whispered, “my girlfriend’s friends are idiots.”
The room broke into applause and she tried to keep a serious face and scold him for using that word before they’d discussed details of the relationship. But she couldn’t, she was just too happy to care.
While all of their friends began tucking into their lavish brunch, popping champagne bottles and asking lude questions about the night before, Draco and Hermione simply leaned on each other contentedly. They both felt like the weight of the world was lifted off their shoulders now that they we’re finally honest with one another. Like nothing in the world could pull them out of such a happy and relaxed state of being.
Not even Theo yelling to the crowd at large:
“Now who is in for bets on the wedding date?”
Years Later
Draco had to begrudgingly admit that letting Narcissa, Theo and Pansy take over wedding planning was one of the best ideas they ever had.
The manor garden was perfect, every inch of it bursting with fragrant blooms. The sunset was casting a perfect golden hour glow across the lawn, as he looked at every important person in their lives. Draco held Hermione’s hand tightly as they waited for the band to announce them, and he felt so deliriously happy that he barely heard them blare their names, almost didn’t register their guests cheering wildly, as he felt her guide him into the reception.
Everyone was on their feet, some popping off mini fireworks (Fred and George), some waving their napkins like a flag (Blaise), and many sobbing into handkerchiefs (Molly, Hermione’s mother, his mother, and Hagrid).
He took a moment to take everything in, gripped Hermione’s hand tighter, took a deep inhale, and cast a quiet “Sonores.”
“Thank you, thank you everyone for coming tonight. This room is full of all the people we love the dearest, who we couldn’t fathom celebrating such a joyous event without. And the rest of you we’re on Granger’s guest list,” he shot Harry and Ron a wink, who laughed good-naturedly.
“I know that today is about the two of us coming together in matrimony, but I wanted to take a moment and acknowledge that there is more than just two people in a marriage. No, no Blaise, not like that don’t get excited,” Blaise faux frowned and the crowd giggled again.
“Today, Hermione and I did not just join together the two of us, but rather we brought together two families, families that everyone in this room is a part of. For, if there is one thing, I had to learn the hard way, it is that blood matters very little when it comes to love,” Hermione gripped his hand tightly, knowing how deep that went.
“So, I guess what I have to say to each of you all here, is thank you. No matter how big or small a role, every one of you here have shaped me and Granger in some way. Whether it be years of raising one know-it-all bookworm, sorry Jean and Richard, or dealing with a decade of Malfoy meltdowns, sorry mum and dad,” he paused to look at each of their parents, marveling in the moment of them all being together.
“Whether we spent years wandering the halls of Hogwarts together, weekends flying over the countryside, breaking into banks,” he paused for applause as Harry, Ron and Hermione glanced sheepishly at each other.
“Joining the real world, happy hours, boys’ and girls’ nights. You helped us navigate a winding path, full of wars won and lost, of celebration and grief, of darkness and light. Every single person in here helped illuminate the trail that led us to one another. And though we are imperfect apart, we are so perfect together, and I will never find the words to thank each and every one of you for making me, me and Granger, Granger.,” Draco cleared his throat, looking at Hermione with wonder. Feeling as though this couldn’t really be his life, that he’d wake up from this wonderful dream at any moment.
“So, I wanted to treat all of our nearest and dearest with a bit of raw vulnerability,” he took a deep breath.
“For as most of you know, I’ve had a bit of a crush on Granger for quite some time,” Theo did a spit take, Blaise corrected with “you mean obsession” and his mother looked at him knowingly.
“Right, well, you know what I mean,” he said trying to not let him embarrassment get the best of him.
“If you we’re to ask my friends when the moment was, I knew I loved Granger, they’d all say something different. If you we’re to ask Blaise, it would be when I asked ‘do you think we could convince Minister Shacklebolt that ministry employees aren’t allowed to wear white trousers? I mean there’s got to be some sort of legal precedent in preventing her from wearing those” the crowd laughed, Kingsley’s deep chuckle reverberating.
“If you we’re to ask Theo, it was when I joined him for drinks, celebrating after our first day of work, freshly out of Hogwarts, and asked him if Granger was single.”
“If you we’re to ask Pansy, it was when I asked if Granger would prefer an oval or emerald diamond. Minutes after I dropped her off after our first date.”
“If you we’re to ask my mother, it was when I wrote owl after owl, complaining about sharing the heads dorm room with the chief swot.”
He took one last deep breath, ready to bare his soul to her.
“And I know for many people they can’t necessarily pinpoint a moment, and I’m not completely certain that this was when I knew I was inadvisably in love with Hermione Granger, but I can remember the exact moment when I knew there was something there.”
“There was something so familiar about her. Like this wasn’t our first lifetime meeting, like we were destined to find each other over and over again until we finally got it right. As though someone, and we may never know who,” he gave her hand a knowing squeeze, “fiddled with time just enough to ensure we would all be here today. And so, I can remember the exact words that jolted me into this realization, though it would take me years to accept it,” his voice was slowly shaking now, grounding himself in the steady pressure of Hermione’s hand.
“And it was when one Hermione Granger burst into my compartment on the Hogwarts express, all hair and teeth and brazenness, and said,” he cupped her cheek softly, looked into her eyes, and confessed: “’has anybody seen a toad? A boy called Neville’s lost one.”
There we’re gasps and sobs and teary smiles throughout the room, but Draco couldn’t hear any of them. Every single one of his senses was focused on his beautiful wife, who was looking at him with watery, reverent eyes.
Without consciousness he led her out onto the dance floor, holding her tight as the band began to play. And as the singer crooned “At Last,”, Draco and Hermione sang softly to each other.
Every single word.