SUMMARY: Five years after the war, Draco is married to a beautiful and captivating witch, Vivienne. She is his everything, yet he has a burning question for her. Filled with lemons and lemony goodness! A one-shot, but it reviews are good I may continue it. This is my first fanfic, so be kind please! Review!

*********NOTE I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTER OR STORY AND I GIVE FULL CREDIT TO J.K. ROWLING*********

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Draco Malfoy watched his wife with a ravenous hunger in his eyes as she knelt down on their hardwood bedroom floor. A delicate silk slip just barely covered her butt, and Draco was intoxicated by the sight of her fleshy round cheeks. His mind raced with erotic, enticing ideas, but one in particular buzzed in his head.

She muttered to herself while sorting through a pile of papers, paying little attention to her husband watching her from their four-posted bed. Vivienne Malfoy's mind was completely absorbed in the task at hand: finding a flyer for her favorite shoe store in Diagon Alley. The flyer advertised a fabulous pair of dragon skinned pumps which she felt was a necessity to her wardrobe and had to be purchased immediately.

Quickly loosing his patience, Draco called out to his wife, "Darling, why don't you stop making a mess on the floor and come to bed already." He patted the empty spot on the bed next to him.

Not even bothering to turn around, Vivienne replied, "Draco, I simply must find this shoe advertisement! If I bring in the flyer tomorrow when we go shopping, I can get an extra handbag for free!" After a moments pause, she exclaimed, "Aha!" and stood up clutching an atrociously pink paper. Vivienne smiled at her husband in triumph before placing the flyer on the bedside table.

As she drew closer to the bed, Draco licked his lips greedily. Draco had immediately married his wife after the war, and he has savored every day since. He had fallen for her hard and fast, and doesn't doubt for a second that he could have never survived the post-war era without her. In many ways, Vivienne was his saving grace. The wizarding world did not forget the Malfoy's dark past, and the once prominent family started to become outcasts in society. That was until Draco met Vivienne and his fate was sealed forever.

Vivienne had every quality Draco could have ever asked for in a wife. She came from a wealthy, pureblood family. And, unlike the Malfoy's, her family had fought on the winning side of the war, and her family was very well connected. Her charm and wit was unsurpassed by any other witch he had encountered, and even after five years of marriage, Vivienne could make him succumb to his knees with one passionate kiss. The feeling of her petite, yet curvaceous body pressed up against his made his heart hammer in his chest. When her soft, supple skin, or lusciously long golden locks swept over his skin, he broke out into a light, nervous sweat. Yes, Draco Malfoy was very much so in love with his wife, and yet tonight he was extra nervous. A persistent thought raced through his mind.

Vivinne climbed into bed next to her husband and curled up next to him. With her large, stunningly green eyes, she looked up at him and asked, "You'll still go to Diagon Alley with me tomorrow, right?"

"Of course," Draco replied, then cupped her face and kissed her forehead gentley.

"Good," Vivienne said quickly before beginning to climb on top of Draco while he sat with his back against the headboard. "Now let's have a little fun before bed…" She kissed him lightly on the lips as she positioned herself so she sat directly on his lap.

Nothing but his silk boxers and her silk panties separated their most private areas, and the hot moist contact aroused her and caused her to deepen the kiss. Playing along, Draco's hands drifted to her smooth thighs, and he squeezed them passionately as he became more and more intoxicated by her kiss. Her hands twisted his white blonde hair as her blood pulsed quickly and her body ached for more.

That persistent thought popped back into Draco's mind, just as Vivienne dropped her hand south to the waistline of his boxers. "Wait," he panted as he tried to stop kissing her. "Wait, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What, Draco? Can't it wait?" Vivienne replied, exasperated, as she continued in earnest to kiss his neck.

"Well, now would actually be the perfect time to talk about it." He paused, and when she didn't interrupt him, he continued. "You see, I was thinking today. And we've been married five years now. That's quite a long time, and ah—you see—"

"Get to the point," Vivienne said quickly, suspicion and uncertainly suddenly consuming her. That's not the way you start out a pleasant conversation.

"No no!" Draco stammered apologetically. "It's nothing like that! It's just… well…"

"Well?"

"Well I kind of want to start thinking about starting a family. Like having a kid and whatnot. The two of us. Yeah." Draco mumbled quickly, immediately becoming red as if he had just revealed his innermost secret.

Vivienne was taken back in surprise. She and Draco had talked about having children, and agreed the day would eventually come, but she never thought he would want kids so quickly. She was unsure how she felt about the idea, so she laughed it off nervously.

Leaning forward, she kissed Draco seductively again. "We can at least practice for now. And besides, who knows what could happen." It was her best attempt to avoid continuing the conversation. Before he could reply, she kissed him with all of the passion she could muster, as she attempted to draw her husband's mind back to the task at hand. As her hands went back to playing with his hair, very slowly she began to move and grind her hips into his. She could feel him grow hard against her, and she knew he only had one thing on his mind now.

Breaking the kiss for just a moment, Vivienne maintained eye contact with Draco, as she sat back and lifted her slip up and over her head. She tossed it carelessly to the floor, knowing that Bitty, her house elf, would pick it up in the morning.

Draco was elated, as his eyes took in the sight of Vivienne's perfect, large heavenly breasts. He was excited to see her nipples were hard as rocks, and his hand instinctively reached to grab and caress them. At his touch she tilted her head back and moaned out loud. This excited him even more, and his rough hands took hold of her thighs. In one swift motion, he tossed Vivienne onto the bed next to him and eagerly climbed on top of her, spreading open her legs with his knee.

His hot chest pressed up against hers and all she savored the extensive skin contact. Her eyes bewitched him, as his eyes bore into hers and his hand slowly migrated south. Draco's long, experienced fingers grazed against her wet opening, causing her to shutter in desire. A smirk broke out across his face, knowing he knew exactly how to please his beautiful wide. His fingers worked in slow, steady circles against her nub, increasing her wetness rapidly. Vivienne moaned even louder. Gently, Draco slipped two long fingers inside her hot, and now dripping center. Pumping his fingers in a set rhythm, he knew it would only take a short time before she would cry out and cum in ecstasy. Sure enough, after only a minute of work, Vivienne arched her back, and screamed as her toes curled and eyes rolled back.

Sensing the time was right, Draco grabbed hold of his shaft and guided it to her opening. The tip of his hard member rubbed up against her swollen clit and she sighed in response. Wanting all of him, Vivienne suddenly grabbed hold of his butt and pulled him to her with all her strength. His erection drove into her, fast and deep and she cried out in pleasure. Draco loved it when his wife took control, and he gave into exactly what she wanted as he pumped in and out of her in hard, slow thrusts. As he found a steady rhythm, he gained speed, causing the headboard to slam against the wall.

"Oh… Fuck… Draco… Harder!" was all she could manage as she lay with her back on the bed, taking everything he could give her. The smell of his sweat mixing with hers, plus the scent of their sex intoxicated her and her nails dug into the flesh on his back.

As he railed into her, she came once, twice, three times before she realized they had been making love for well over thirty minuets. Wanting to give her husband a big finish, she wrapped her legs around his waist, slowed him down, and squeezed her kegel muscles as hard as she could. After holding back for so long, this immediately sent him over the edge, and he came, his thick, warm cum spreading inside her. He collapsed on top of her in exhaustion, then shifted his weight to make her comfortable while holding her in his arms.

After lying there for several minuets, Vivienne carefully rolled out from underneath Draco and reached for her wand on the bedside table. She pointed the tip to her still, throbbing nether region, and meticulously mumbled a charm. Draco watched her, and knew that she was simply casting a birth control spell, but the action still made him uncomfortable. Did she think he wasn't serious when he said he wanted to have children now? Did she not want to have children with him anymore? These thoughts zoomed around in his head as Vivienne extinguished the lights and curled up next to him to sleep.