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“You’re ridiculous!” Hermione hissed, turning sharply toward the pouting blonde.
“I’m not,” Draco rumbled, “If I wore Pansy’s kerchief for good luck at the Quidditch game, you’d be furious!”
“That is completely different!”
“How?”
“It was cold out. I was cold. Ron lent me his scarf, it’s a practical necessity!”
“I have scarves you could borrow!” he shot back. He deliberately ignored that neither of them was ready to tell their friends that not only was the second wizarding war over, but the third had also been averted —in the form of the top two students making love, not war, in the library after studying for their required runes project.
“You know I couldn’t wear your scarf, everyone would start asking which Slytherin I was so close with, and we talked about this, we want more time without a spotlight,” Hermione sighed exasperated with her dramatic (“Not dramatic! Passionate!” he had defended once.) lover.
“I can charm it red,” his eyes rolled, “I’m a wizard, Hermione. Salazar’s balls, Hermione, you could charm it!”
Draco leaned back against the bookshelf they often hid behind. With his arms crossed and mouth set to a pout, Hermione wondered when his antics had started to be cute.
“Next time,” She leaned into him with one hand on his forearm, the other toying with the tassels on his green and silver scarf, “Maybe I’ll just keep this instead and use it whenever I need?”
Draco’s demeanor shifted more sharply back to her face, then wandered along her neck, lower. His silver gaze critically scanning the weasel’s scarf still wrapped tightly around her neck, “Need?”
“Yes?”
Then Draco had a terrible, wicked idea, possibly his best one yet.
Hermione gazed up at him from under his lashes, hoping a few girlish antics of her own would sweeten his mood. When she saw his pout shift into a smirk, though, she knew not only had she failed, but now she was possibly in even worse trouble.
“What?” Her apprehension caused her to lean away from the sharp hunter’s look.
“Nothing, love,” he taunted as he lazily unwrapped the offending garment from her lovely throat, “But if you need a reason to wear my clothes, all you had to do was say so.”
“That’s not what-”
A gasp escaped her lips as Draco took her chin and guided her back to the bookshelf across the aisle. The smirk had grown into a grin sharper than any stinging hex, she noticed, as he tilted her face back and away.
Before Hermione could gather her thoughts to ask what, exactly, he thought he was doing, that triumphant grin disappeared into her neck, and a sharp pull started against her sensitive skin.
His low moan of self-satisfaction seemed to drill into her skin and to her bones, and a heat in her belly, lower, now rose in response to his hungry mouth.
Hermione’s back arched into him, creating space to band his arm around her waist and pull her tighter into him while he worked. He continued on with his masterpiece, knowing she was likely lost to the sensation, her previous encounters being rather lackluster, made it so fun how easily he could tease her brilliant mind into a muted, pleased, eager silence, except for one thing-
“Draco, please..” her voice a whisper in his ear as he moved to the fourth spot in this gorgeous constellation he was making her.
He paused in his work to nuzzle into her, “What do you need, love? Closer?”
He quickly lifted her to twine her legs around him, pressing to the heat between her thighs that always seemed to be inviting him to join in her pleasure.
Hermione whined in frustration as he went back to his original goal, not paying attention to his shifting attentions, just wanting him to touch her. He always had to be so demanding.
“That’s not it, is it, darling? No, you need more?”
“Yes, more,” her pleading thrilled him, “touch me.”
“Where? Show me where, Hermione.”
Hermione took the hand not holding her to him and pressed his full hand firmly and entirely to the damp heat beneath her skirt.
“Here, under my clothes, anywhere, Draco, just touch mmhhh-” Draco’s deft finger slid under her knickers and pressed two long digits into her channel.
Draco swore when he felt how wet she was. He kept thinking one day it would take more to work her up, but eight months later, she still dripped from him at the slightest tease. He adored her for it.
Hermione felt herself clenching around his fingers as he pulsed them, pressing and massaging a spot he had found so quickly when their liaisons first started. Something she hadn’t known she had, being unable to reach, and that her previous flings had not cared enough to search for.
Draco continued his efforts to distract his little love from his project. He moved to the final spot in his constellation, having moved her shirt out of the way and trailing the stars down her neck, collarbone, then onto her breast.
Hermione began to struggle to stay quiet as his thumb worked her clit in circles, following the direction she had shown him when he had asked to watch. He had returned the favor, of course, but he had also sent her an unpublished early draft of Hogwarts: A History the next day. She still blushed when she looked at it.
His note with the book had said, “Next time I want to watch you read this to me while I suck on your clit. I know how much you like to be tested, maybe you can study it and I can quiz you in the headgirl’s room while you ride my cock.”
Hermione thought she would explode reading that in the Great Hall over breakfast. She had promptly found Draco and shoved him into a broom cupboard, where she happily expressed her gratitude. And Draco discovered exactly how much she enjoyed being good.
The painting of her skin with his name in the library took Draco to the edge of his control.
“Are you going to be good and cum for me, love?” His hand was soaked.
A gasp of his name, pleading, and a chorus of whispered yes, there, I’ll be good, wanna cum for you please- rang in their quiet library aisle.
“I know, such a good girl, cum on my fingers,” Draco needed her to finish, he needed to be inside her. Malfoy men always took care of their witches first, then Draco would have his fun.
“Draco!” Her voice was just a touch above a speaking level, his mouth shot down to swallow her cries as her cunt tightened around his fingers and dripped into his hand. Her hips twitched with her climax, seeking to be closer to him.
“Beautiful, love, perfect, so good,” Draco reached for his belt and trousers, pulling his cock out and stroking the swollen length, attempting to ease some of the pressure.
Hermione was catching her breath when she felt the broad head of his cock sweep through the slick mess he always made of her. Still sensitive, she twitched as he teased her more and spread the wetness from her orgasm along his length.
“Breath for me, love,” Draco instructed her to relax as he pressed in.
He worked himself into her, slowly pulling and pushing a little deeper with each thrust. Hermione braced one gripping hand to his shoulder and the other to the shelves at her back while she watched more and more of his cock slip into her.
“Such a right fucking pussy,” he praised, watching their bodies join, “Always so wet and ready to take my cock. She's going to get an extra treat today because you were so good for me.”
Distantly, Hermione was confused. Their argument meant she hadn’t been good, at least not when they played like this. When had she been good?
Finally, the full length of Draco’s cock sank into her, and his hips sat flush to hers. Pressed together like this, Draco ground his cock in with his hips, circling just deep enough that his cock swept against her cervix.
He loved knowing he could reach as deep into her as possible, loved that he was the only one who had touched so intimately. He hadn’t been her first, but he’d been the first good one based on all the new pleasure points he’d helped her find. And setting the standards to the level she more than deserved meant far more to him.
Hermione arched, gasping at the gentle but insistent press of Draco’s cock at the entrance to her womb. She’d read enough to know such a feeling should hurt, but Draco was always careful to only touch her gently when he reached that deep. The sensation was both dull and sharp, but mixed in with the pleasure she felt with him, it added a layer to the multitude of sensations she could never completely name when she felt them all at once like this.
“So deep,” she sighed, enjoying the feeling of being completely full of him. Embracing the feeling of another force driving her rather than the need for her to take charge of everything, Draco filled every gap. Competent in every way, allowing her to drift and just be a creature of feeling. Allowing him to guide them both to the cliff and over the edge.
Draco dropped a hand between them, his thumb circling her clit, occasionally dropping lower to feel the line of their bodies moving together, where they separated but also where they merged as he thrust into her more intently.
He sought his pleasure now. Knowing she would find her pleasure in his climax, but he would ensure her completion came first once more.
“Always so good at taking my cock, sweet girl.”
His praise was like honey, dripping over her brain. Hermione felt her pleasure begin to rise higher, and his thumb pressed harder to her clit.
“This pretty pussy is going to be extra messy today, but I need you to keep it hidden so no one knows what a good slut you are for me.”
Her whole body tightened at his insult. He’d more than charted the map of her preference for praise, but degradation was…new…for this.
He’d degraded her before. Before the mark, the war, the apology.
Filthy little mudblood! He’d been her first in that regard.
But since their reconciliation and their friendship, not a single slight had crossed his lips. Rather, his tone had swung quite the opposite. She’s fairly certain he’d spotted her praise kink before they ever even kissed.
Slut…a good slut…maybe being his good slut was okay, maybe it actually felt amazing. Hermione could feel her mind sinking as everything became Draco and pleasure.
Draco felt her hand release his shoulder and looked back up to her face, making sure he hadn’t crossed a line. He had meant to discuss that with her, but it all just slipped out.
Based on the clench of her cunt and flex of her spine, he suspected he’d just found a new favorite pleasure point for her.
“Do you like that, love? Being my perfect little slut?” his thrusts grew faster at this new line of teasing.
“Don’t stop,” Hermione responded, “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”
“Love making you cum, love when you cum on my cock. Gonna cum in this good little pussy. That’s a first for both of us. But I figure, she milks me so desperately and takes my cock so good and deep,” he presses in deep and grinds slowly again while Hermione’s cunt pulses faster, harder.
“I think she deserves to get exactly what she begs me for, hm?”
Hermione whispers a series of fuckfuckfuckfuckfu-
“Do you want my cum, princess?” He circled her clit faster and faster.
Hermione was going to cum. She was going to go insane, and she was going to cum.
“That’s it, love, show me what a good slut you are and milk all my cum out and keep it nice and warm for me.”
Hermione would have alerted the entire school to exactly how hard she could cum if Draco hadn’t wrapped his hand across her mouth.
Draco’s thrusting became deep and staccato as her walls flexed and suck his length into her, milking him for cum just like he said. Before Hermione’s orgasm completely let up, she felt him stutter to a stop and press up and into her, then suddenly could feel a pooling of warmth inside her.
His cock pulsed and twitched inside of her while he moaned into her shoulder, where she felt his teeth had bitten down firmly but not painfully.
“Fuck,” Draco released her shoulder with a gasp and leaned back to look at where he still sat, slowly softening but still inside her throbbing core.
She followed his line of vision and saw a milky line ring around the base of his cock. He inhaled heavily as he slowly pulled out a line of cum dripping between them. Immediately, a thick drop of cum began to gather in her pussy.
“Look how proud she is to show off her prize,” Draco smirks and drags a thumb up to press the mess back inside.
He leaned down to kiss her forehead, and Hermione was ready to soak in the affection he was always so generous with after they fucked like this. But then she felt two fingers press into her cunt again and begin to fuck his cum back into her.
“Can’t let it drip out, love,” his fingers teased and tortured her oversensitive walls, circling into that spot on the front wall of her pussy.
“I’ve never cum inside a witch before, and I’m not going to let it go to waste. What if it dripped down your leg and someone saw?” He was almost mocking her now as she writhed, moments away from cumming again.
“Then we’d have to go public because no one gets to think that anyone but me gets to fill this pussy.”
Draco could feel how close she was, still sensitive from two orgasms, she would be quick to the mark. But he wanted to make sure she kept it all inside.
They were weeks from graduation, and Draco couldn't care less about the consequences. He could feel how their magic resonated and knew he would never find a better witch. If she wanted a contraceptive potion, he’d get her a thousand, if she wanted to take a chance-
Draco almost thought about filling her up again at the thought that she would be so good as to give him an heir. A baby with their minds, her curls, his eyes-
Fuck he was so fucked. And so happy to be there .
With a little whine, Hermione came around his fingers. Some of his seed had leaked and mixed with their cum on his hand, but most had definitely been sucked up and pulled deep.
Right where it goes , he thought.
His stars on her skin, his name on her tongue, his cum in her pussy, maybe even his heir in her womb one day…his.
Draco knew he had a bit of a possessive streak, and he did his best to curb it, but this…she was his in almost every way she could be right now.
Hermione’s heart rate finally began to regulate as Draco worked to put their clothes to rights. But before he could cast a cleansing charm, she reached for the hand that had just brought her to a third orgasm.
He deserves a little teasing of his own , she thought, and began to suck and lick his fingers clean of their combined taste.
Draco’s jaw dropped watching her clean their mess with her mouth, and this time it was Hermione’s turn to smirk in victory as she pulled her mouth off the last digit with a sweet pop.
Hermione glanced down briefly and noticed a few drops of pearly white cum on the floor, and it clicked that her had actually cum inside her.
They’d flirted and teased about it, but she understood Draco had been raised since the Birds and Bees talk to guard his seed like…well, a dragon. That witches would want him to make the mistake and trap him with his own heir. That kind of trust would take time.
Apparently, Draco did not need any more time.
Hermione had expressed that she wasn’t worried about it. Magic made birth control and bodily autonomy remarkably accessible. But she knew finishing inside of her without a contraceptive charm or potion in advance was a huge sign of trust and devotion. Ginny had floated on cloud nine when Blaise had cum in her a few months ago, Hermione, not the biggest fan of the oversharing, hadn’t really gotten the big deal. However, her secret relationship with Draco had prompted her to ask.
“It means he trusts me, Hermione. He trusts me with his name, his future, his fortune, everything he was taught to guard. He trusts me to make any decision. Even if I completely stop contraceptives, he won’t care. He trusts me to plan our future together.”
Hermione hadn’t completely embraced the idea of family planning falling entirely on the witch. She wanted a partner involved in that. But she also knew that the wizarding world, especially purebloods, even progressive families like the Weasley clan, were incredibly behind the times. She figured having sex before marriage was already fairly revolutionary in the past few decades.
Draco wrapped his arms around her, pressing their foreheads together gently and sighing contentedly, bringing Hermione’s mind back to the present.
“Is..” he hesitated, trying to decide how to talk about it, he recalled in their brief and awkward conversations that Hermione’s muggle heritage seemed a bit different about contraceptives and unbonded sexual partners.
“Was that okay? Do you need anything? I remember you said you wanted someone to plan with you about these sorts of things. I wasn’t really taught to be involved once I expressed feelings this way, but I’ll learn and I’ll-”
Hermione interrupted him with a soft kiss, “It was amazing, I’m so happy you feel so strongly for me, I promise I’ll tell you if my decision changes or is going to, but right now I’m not quite ready for a baby.”
She saw a sort of sadness mix with his earnest happiness and worried he would take it as a rejection of his trust, so she decided to share a little trust too.
“I love you, Draco Malfoy.”
His face lit up as his eyes shot to hers.
“I love you, and one day, I would very much like to make a baby with you, but maybe we can start by making a home together and move into a flat after graduation?”
She was beaming with happiness and joy, and thought, Maybe I get why Gimmy was so floaty that day .
It wasn’t everything he wanted, but it was also somehow more at the same time. Draco cupped her face in his hands, whispering, “I am so incredibly in love with you, Hermione Granger.”
The two lovers stood close, wrapped up in the sunlight and love of the moment.
“You know this means we’ll need to go public…Harry would lose his little paranoid mind if he visited my flat one day and found you walking around naked,” her giggle was infectious. Draco huffed a laugh, picturing the scene she described.
“Hermione,” Draco asked, voice suddenly formal, “Would you do me the honor of being my date to the 8th year graduation party this weekend?”
Hermione blinked and laughed, “Yes, Lord Malfoy, it would be my pleasure.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure it’s your pleasure, have no doubt,” Hermione merely rolled her eyes playfully at his dirty innuendo.
“I cannot wait,” she kissed his cheek, “but I need to get to Arithmancy or I won’t be able to predict how that public announcement will go.”
Hermione began to turn away when Draco pulled her back, bending to pick up the discarded scarf to wrap around her neck.
She leaned away from the scarf.
“I can just give it back to Ronald, but I thought you didn’t want me to wear it?”
“You were right, it’s a practical necessity,” Draco replied with a smirk, “Especially now.”
Draco looked down to trail his eyes along her neck and to her breasts, where the top few buttons were still undone.
Hermione looked down to see what he was looking at and saw a trail of love bites along her breast. She reached for her neck and was sure she felt more tender spots there.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy, what have you done to me!?” Hermione was ready to panic when she could count seven individual bites, but couldn’t see enough to count the rest.
“Made it necessary,” he said without hesitation, holding out the Gryffindor scarf.
“Malfoy, I swear to Merlin’s tits, tell me what this is right now, or so help me, I will resurrect Voldemort inside your a-”
“Alright, alright,” he smoothed his hands up her arms and into her hair, gently tilting his head to admire his work. He was fairly certain his measurements were accurate.
“It’s me,” his simple answer was followed by a finger tracing the stars made of bruised love bites from one to the next.
Hermione followed the trail of his finger in her mind and realized what he had drawn into her skin, “Draco!”
“Yes?”
“No-I mean-nevermind, why exactly?”
“Because no one knows but us. But then you wear your ex’s clothes around the castle, and everyone knows it’s his, and it makes them wonder whose you are, besides your own. But you, you know what’s really on your skin, me. I’m in your skin, your mind, your heart, and your body,” he presses a hand to her lower belly with a tender and dreamy look before dragging his open up her body to trace his constellation one more time.
“You’re as much mine as I am yours, and now you have the bruises to prove it. In case you forget while wearing another man’s clothes. This,” he taps a point in the constellation over her heart, “is mine.”
Hermione is suddenly as charmed as she is irritated by the possessiveness. Her lips make different shapes while her mind tries to decide what to think or say.
“Do you want to mark me?” Draco asks, sounding almost eager at the thought.
Then Hermione gets a brilliant and karmic idea.
“Not this time,” she sighs, “Just actually ask me first next time? I’m going to have to brush up on my glamour charms.”
Hermione waves her wand about, casting concealment and glamour charms, seeming to have decided not to fuss about his impulsive possessiveness. She takes the scarf and leans up to kiss him goodbye before leaving for class.
Draco walks to the potions, feeling like he got away without a conviction for the second time that year. Except when he sits at his desk, Blaise turns to look at him and gawks.
“Malfoy! Whose bloody scarf is that?”
Draco scowls and looks down at his…now red and gold scarf still hanging loose about his neck. The little witch had left a mark after all, he could help but smirk, proud of the occasional Slytherin cunning his lioness deigned to show occasionally.
“My girl’s,” he says confidently, “You’ll meet her at the party this weekend.”
Bonus Scene: The Party
After the grilling of questions and the accusations of the imperius curse from Ronald, which resulted in a few good hexes from Hermione and one hell of a Bat Boogey from Ginny, the party took off.
A few other couples Hermione had not seen before, some also from different houses, some a mix of muggleborn and pureblood, came together and shared their romantic status. One other, which shocked everyone almost as much as Hermione and Draco, was Harry, Pansy, and Neville.
Pansy seemed to plush rather prettily at the attentiveness of the two men who showed clear signs of affection for one another as well.
Draco found himself explaining to Hermione that triads, while as common these days, were not a strange occurrence. Magic resonance sometimes required a third person to create a true bonding harmony. Most didn’t bother to pay attention to magical resonance after pureblood supremacy grew in popularity, preferring to keep the bloodline from mixing with muggleborns rather than finding the match that Hermione compared to a soulmate.
Hermione was thrilled to see so many couples decide to share their status after hiding it, just because she and Draco dared to do so.
Hermione dipped into her magic and sent it spinning to a hum, waiting to feel Draco’s magic dancing with hers. A moment later, she felt him. The two shared a small, intimate kiss, feeling their hearts beat together.
They jerked apart when someone threw themselves roughly onto the couch beside Hermione. The couple turned to see Ginny Weasley lounging with a trouble-making smirk on her face, watching them.
Ginny turned to look straight at Hermione, “So, you get what I meant about him cumming inside you know, huh?”