Title: Honey
Chapter 1:
Hermione yawned and stretched in the green silk sheets. It took her awhile to get used to them honestly. They would always feel so cold and thin against her skin. It helped having an extra body to warm her up underneath them.
That said body hugged her tightly to a toned chest as she stretched around him. Hermione kissed him right under his defined jaw, his 5 o'clock shadow tickling her lips.
She rolled out of his bed, and grabbed one of his grey t-shirts and back knickers to cover up. Hermione made a lame attempt at finger combing her hair as she made her way from his bedroom to his kitchen.
She missed the softness of her carpeted floors at home instead of the cold hardwood in his Italian villa. She opened the balcony windows when she made her way into the living room. Getting distracted by the beautiful blue waves crashing against the shores, she could watch them forever. But first she needed tea and food.
But she would wait for him to wake up to make that. It still surprised her that he knew how to cook and he was surprisingly really good at it. Shocking really. She drummed her fingers against the black granite counter tops, thinking of what to do until he woke up.
She wasn't going to attempt to cook. Cooking wasn't her forte. Of course she know how to make simple things like, cereal, toast and on special occasions a microwavable dinner. But besides that she was a fan of take-out.
It was only Sunday and she had no plans for the rest of the week. She was taking some vacation time because her boss kept teasing her she didn't know how to take a break.
She made the wrong decision of telling Harry and Ron about it because it turned in betting wager of how long Hermione would last with folks in the Magical Law Enforcement, Department of Mysteries and even Molly Weasley. Her bet was on 10 days, Harry's on 14 and Ron with 5. Harry poked fun at her saying that when she did come back she would complain that she was weeks behind and would make up for the days she missed in a week.
Molly was the worse will all of the poking fun. Especially since only one of her children, Bill and Fluer, had given her grandchildren. She had taken to being apart of Hermione's and Ginny's romantic life. Setting up dates for them for the next two years until they found a suitable match to settle down with.
She smirked, and realized she'd been doing that a lot lately thinking of their faces if they knew what was keeping her from going back to work for a while.
Hermione poured her tea in her favorite gold mug and settled onto the dark grey couch. She still found it funny that he had so many muggle gadgets in his vacation home as she picked up the remote that rested next to the gaming controler on the glass coffee table. She was scanning through the channels and settled on a crime show.
"Ow!" She gasped, burning her tongue on the scalding tea. She was fanning her tongue vigorously to cool the burn.
"This was not how I envisioned you this morning when I woke up." His silky voice announced from the living room doorway.
She calmed her motions and admired his body while salivating her tongue to stop the ache. Spending only a few days with him, she still would gock from time to time . At 31 he was very fit, with defined arms, pectorals and a 6 pack. His pale stubble added a few years to him but made more rugged. And his eyes, that's what really captured most people's attention were hard and unfazed sometimes stoic. They would change from this boyish blue to a hard grey. Hermione loved watching him lose himself in her and other things- that was when he was his most care-free.
"Granted you were naked and still in bed but, a man can dream can't he." He smirked and made his way into the kitchen.
"Shut. It. I burnt my tongue on the tea I just made." She explained.
"So you purposely drank extremely hot tea from the pot you just made it in." Her quirked a pale blond eyebrow at her and turned from the stove to see her face.
"Brightest witch of our time, my arse." He snickered and Hermione flipped him the bird.
A few minutes ticked by as Hermione was engrossed in her show and he cooked in the kitchen.
"Ohhh I haven't seen this episode." He mentioned as he came over with a tray of food and joined her on the couch. She realized he was shirtless with nothing but his black silk pajama bottoms. The tray had consisted of fluffy eggs, crispy bacon, waffles and pieces of fruit. Along with whipped cream, honey and cinnamon.
Hermione didn't acknowledge his response and he hated being ignored. So he resorted to other methods…
He started to expose part of her shoulder closest to him, pulled down his shirt she was wearing and leaving open mouth kisses on her skin. Hermione groaned, and pulled her shoulder away from his lips, even though she loved when his lips kissed her skin like that. Soft and warm. Her pride was hurt from his jest he made early and no amount of kisses were going to make her forget.
"You're not slick." She told him picking up from fruit and a waffle, preparing to eat. He chuckled looking at her. He knew she was upset.
"I'm sorry, Granger you know I love teasing you." He scooted closer to her, speaking into the length of her neck inching behind her ear.
Her weak spot to make her give into him. She was resisting, one thing he loved about teasing her. It made his victory far more sweet. He slithered his left under his shirt she was wearing and started tracing circles on her stomach with his finger tips. She shivered lightly but didn't break her gaze from the t.v.
"Mhmm, I love seeing you in my clothes. It makes me want to ravish you in them." He whispered kissing up her neck to her ear. Lightly nibbling on it. Hermione's cheeks turned a bright shade of pink at his directness.
"On the couch." His hand from his stomach started playing with the edge of her panties. Dipping in briefly to pop out and trace them from one side to the other.
"On the countertop." His right hand had slithered around her back and started playing with her nipple through her shirt.
"And even on the balcony, if you let me." He sucked on her pulse point and she let out a restrained moan she was holding in with all the stimulation he was giving her.
"Mhmmmm." She moaned biting her lip trying to keep it together while squeezing her thighs to gain some relief.
"You want that?" He whispered in her ear, already knowing that answer, rubbing circles over her panty covered pussy and pinching her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Hermione could only nod, afraid if she spoke a moan would escape her mouth.
"Welp I should stop then because you're mad at me at the moment and I really want to see this episode." He replied grabbing a strawberry off of her plate. Her jaw dropped at his ludicrous statement.
"Love, don't leave your mouth open like that, you might catch flies." He bit on his lower lip to keep from laughing at her expression and failed.
"You bloody ferret!" Hermione grabbed the jar of honey and proceed to unscrew the top. Still eating from her plate he watch confusion at her ministration. He expected some sort of physically harm, not her opening a jar of honey.
"Granger what are you-" His question was asked when Hermione took a huge dollop of honey with a spoon and smeared it in his hair. He couldn't believe she did that, touching his hair to see if he really had honey there.
"You did. NOT. Just put honey in my hair!" He asked looking up at the smirking woman standing feeling pleased about herself.
"I'm mad at you remember." She laughed some of the honey give his hair a yellow tint to it.
"You know this means war right." He stood slowly that Hermione didn't notice in her fit of laughter that he had grabbed the can of whipped cream until he sprayed it all over her hair.
Soon the living room turned into an all out breakfast war. The food that was made only a couple of minutes ago was splattered across the floor and walls. Shrieks of giggles and laughter along with shouts of "I'm going to get you!" echoed throughout the villa. Finally when both were out of ammo, Draco grabbed Hermione and tossed her over his shoulder.
"Draco, put me down now!" Hermione tried to sound angry but she couldn't muffle the laughter and it didn't help that he was encouraging it with his chuckles either.
He carried back to the bedroom and dropped her on the cold silk green sheets. He crawled up her body licking up bits of strawberry sauce and whipped cream scattered across her thighs, arms, chest and neck. When he finally got to her lips, her eyes were glazed and her lips were parted slightly.
She cupped his sticky jaw with her right hand while her left hand got tangled in his hair.
"We're going to ruin your sheets you know that." Hermione stated dreamily while he sucked on her nipples through the shirt.
"I honestly don't give a fuck Granger." He spoke after biting her nipple gently. He pulled at the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head. And went straight back to her chest. Hermione groaned at the sensation.
"That's what got us here in the first place."
"I don't see you complaining." He retorted pulling her panties down. "Now let me eat."
