A/N – This is the first chapter of several set in the future Draco is experiencing. It's also the first steamy chapter which warrants the story's M rating.
As Draco became aware of his surroundings, he frowned when he realised he was in bed. Wasn't it just typical, he had an hour in his future life and he'd ended up lying in bed. Shaking his head at the injustice of it all, Draco suddenly froze when he became aware he wasn't alone in bed. His arms were wrapped around a naked witch, and her head was nestled in the crook of his shoulder.
Casting his eyes downwards, Draco saw the witch he was with had brunette hair. Judging from what he could feel underneath the sheets, she seemed to have a good figure, but Draco wanted to get a look at her face. He would hate to think that sometime in the future he bedded an unattractive witch.
Since the witch in his arms still seemed to be asleep, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to wake her without knowing what the situation was, Draco looked around the bedroom. The room was massive, even bigger than his bedroom at the manor, and directly opposite the bed was a clock hanging on the wall. The clock read quarter to nine, and judging from the sunlight streaming in through the large window, he decided it was quarter to nine in the morning. A further look around the room revealed no more about his life, apart from the fact the room he was in was beautifully decorated and looked very habitable. It was a bedroom he could easily picture himself having in the future.
As Draco finished his examination of the room, he felt the witch stir in his arms. Looking down, he found her left hand was now splayed out on his chest. The first thing Draco noticed was his grandmother's ring on the witch's finger, along with a wedding ring. Carefully lifting his own left hand into his line of sight, he spotted a matching wedding band on his own finger. That could only mean the witch he was in bed with was his future wife.
"Morning," The witch muttered, her breath tickling his neck as she was still nuzzled up next to him.
"Morning," Draco replied, looking down at the woman in his arms.
When she lifted her head to smile at him, Draco's mouth dropped open when the identity of his future wife was revealed. He was currently lying next to a very naked, and very beautiful Hermione Granger. Draco had never really thought about Hermione in a romantic way before, but he certainly was now she was lying naked in his arms. To be honest, apart from his first few years at Hogwarts when he'd been a little git, Hermione hadn't been much of a consideration in his life. He'd apologised for his past behaviour and they'd moved on, but they weren't friends and he'd certainly never thought he would be married to her.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, concern evident in her warm brown eyes.
"I'm fine," Draco replied. "I'm just not fully awake yet."
Hermione smiled saucily at Draco, before sliding underneath the covers. "Let's see if I can help with that."
Draco's eyes almost popped out of his head when Hermione's lips began trailing over his stomach, gradually working their way lower. When her hand closed over his partial erection, he let out a loud groan as his eyes fell closed. Hermione's responding low chuckle only inflamed his arousal and his moans got even louder when he felt her warm mouth on his manhood.
Draco could hardly believe he was experiencing an hour of his future life that involved sex. However, he wasn't complaining and he intended to make the most of it. Suddenly aware that he couldn't see Hermione, and he desperately wanted to see if she looked as good as she'd felt pressed against him, Draco gripped the blanket that covered her head and whipped it back. At the sight of a naked Hermione, pleasuring him with her mouth, Draco let out another loud moan. Clearly amused by how loud he was being, Hermione looked up at Draco, even though she didn't stop her oral activities.
Looking at Hermione, he decided right there and then that she was probably the sexiest witch he'd ever seen. Granted he couldn't see her front properly, but he could see the tops of her breasts and they looked nice and full. He could however, see how slim and in shape she was, and he had to admit her bum was rather peachy.
But more important than her good looks, were her skills in the bedroom, and Draco had to admit she was good. He wasn't exactly a novice in the sex stakes, nor was he overly experienced, but Hermione was definitely much better than the couple of girls he'd been with back in school. Her mouth and hands worked perfectly in sync together and she knew exactly what to do to have him panting and moaning as his orgasm rapidly approached.
"I'm so close," He panted, plunging his hand into Hermione's curls. Absentmindedly he noticed how soft her hair was and how it was slightly shorter that what he was used to in school.
Instead of stopping, Hermione continued on with her work and within a minute of uttering his warning, Draco was shuddering out his orgasm. Letting his eyes fall closed, he collapsed back onto the pillows, a large grin on his face. As he lay recovering he felt Hermione moving so she was back up at the top of the bed. Opening his eyes, he found the brunette witch sitting beside him, watching him was a smug smirk on her face. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes fell on Hermione's bare breasts and he was mesmerised.
"Honestly, it's as though you've never seen them before," Hermione chuckled, noticing where Draco's attention was.
Draco's attention remained riveted on Hermione's full breasts as they bounced slightly when she laughed. Without thinking, he reached out his hand and ran his finger over her pebbled nipple. Hermione let out a small whimper at the contact and inched closer to her husband. Feeling a bit more confident, Draco brought his other hand up to cup her second breast. When Hermione let out a contented sigh and her eyes fluttered closed, he let out a relieved sigh, it would appear even though he had no memories of ever been with Hermione his body did and knew how to get her to respond. Hopefully, he would be able to enjoy the remainder of his hour without having to worry about his teenage brain not being able to satisfy his future wife.
Seconds later worries of not being up to the job flew from Draco's mind as Hermione surged forward and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hard and demanding, but unwilling to let Hermione have all the power, Draco quickly took charge of the kiss. As his mouth thoroughly ravished his wife's, he pulled her body close to his and manoeuvred them so her smaller frame was pinned under his.
"I love it when you get all dominant," Hermione said breathlessly as they reluctantly broke the kiss.
"Do you now?" Draco smirked down at the witch underneath him as he used one hand to pin her hands above her head. With his second hand, he trailed it down her body and let out a low growl when it descended to the heat between her thighs. "Wow, you're really ready for me, aren't you?" He chuckled.
"Aren't I always," Hermione shot back with a wicked smirk. "Take me, Draco. Hard and fast."
Draco's eyes widened at Hermione's request. Who knew the prim and proper bookworm would turn out to be such a wildcat in the bedroom. As he positioned himself at her entrance, he wondered if the teenage version of her was as much fun. Maybe he would have to get to know Hermione a bit better once he got back to school.
"Now, Draco," Hermione ordered.
Not wanting to disappoint the gorgeous goddess underneath him, Draco surged forward and buried himself inside Hermione. The second he was buried in her slick heat, he let out a quite curse. He knew his teenage body would have reacted immediately and climaxed, but his adult body had more control. However, his control nearly snapped a few seconds later when Hermione wrapped one of her legs around his waist, pulling him further into her.
"What are you waiting for?" Hermione hissed, pulling one of her hands free from his grasp and placing it on his bare backside.
When her nails dug into his pale skin, Draco let out a hiss that was part pleasure and part pain. Not needing further instructions, he slid back out of Hermione before slamming into her again. Hermione let out a loud cry of pleasure and encouraged Draco to continue. Keeping up the relentless pace, Draco was amazed by the dirty words falling from Hermione's mouth. The entire time she kept up a husky litany of what she wanted him to do to her, and it was quite possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever witnessed.
"So close," She panted, pulling Draco even closer to her. "Just a bit more."
Barely able to keep his composure, Draco continued to pound into Hermione. When she then threw her head back and her body began to shudder around him, Draco lost his composure and let himself fall into bliss alongside her. Watching Hermione though half closed eyes, he decided she was now the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Hermione in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm was so much sexier than when she'd been muttering dirty things to him, or even when she'd been pleasuring him orally.
"That was amazing," Hermione panted as the pair collapsed onto the bed tangled together in a mass of limbs.
"It was," Draco agreed, unable to keep the satisfied smile off his lips. If this was his future, he couldn't wait to get to it.
Untangling himself from Hermione, Draco settled back against the pillows. Hermione instantly settled down beside him, resting her head on his chest while his fingers automatically ran through her soft curls. Looking up at the clock, Draco realised his hour was nearly up. Any second now, he would be waking up in the charms classroom and there was no way he was divulging how he'd spent his hour.
Ten minutes later, Draco was staring at the clock with a puzzled frown on his face. He'd definitely been in the future for longer than an hour, but he had no idea what to do about it. He knew enough about the potion to know you had to let it work its way through your system as there was no antidote to end the effects of the potion. Draco could only think that somehow he'd ended up with a stronger dose than everyone else, therefore he would be in the future for longer than an hour. All he could do was sit back and wait for the potion to wear off.
"We really should be getting up," Hermione said, drawing Draco out of his thoughts. "Do you fancy a shower?"
"Hell yeah," Draco grinned in response as Hermione slid off the bed and stretched her naked body. If he was stuck here, he might as well enjoy it.
Jumping up, he followed Hermione through a nearby door and into a large bathroom. The bathroom was all white marble with aqua touches, and again it was larger than the bathroom he had back home at the manor. As Hermione turned on the shower, Draco idly wondered where exactly they lived. If they lived at the manor they clearly didn't live in the wing he'd occupied his entire life, but something told him they weren't at the manor. The place seemed much too modern to be the gorgeous old house he'd lived in since birth. More than likely they had a house somewhere else, somewhere where the rooms were extremely large and welcoming.
"Are you coming, or are you going to stand there all day?" Hermione called from the shower.
Turning his attention back to his future wife, Draco realised Hermione was already inside the large glass shower cubicle that stood in the corner of the room. Grinning happily at what he was sure was going to happen, Draco stepped into the shower and under the warm spray of the water. He just hoped he remained in the future long enough to experience a steamy shower with his hot, sexy wife.