Malfoy led me backwards as I undid the tie holding up his pajama pants. He stepped out of them gracefully, revealing he was naked underneath them. His cock jumped when I trailed my finger up the underside, inhaling sharply. The back of my legs hit upholstery when he flipped us around and sunk into the chaise, pulling me on top of him. My knees dipped in the cushiony seat and it brought our centers tantalizingly close together.
When our lips parted, Malfoy dragged his teeth down my throat and I threw my head back. He clamped down at the hollow spot at the base of my neck and a breathy whimper fell from my lips. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons while his hands climbed up my thighs, moving my dress up along the way. Suddenly feeling frustrated with my clothing, I reached down to pull of my dress and tossed it on the floor. Malfoy groaned at my lingerie and I lowered my hips to rub against his cock.
"Get up," he ordered and I held back a moan at the sound of his voice. I stood somewhat awkwardly in front of him and he pointed a finger at my undergarments. "Take them off."
"Okay," I said, my voice quiet and heavy with arousal. As I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, Malfoy began to pump his cock. "Fuck," I murmured and watched him for a moment.
I slid my knickers down my legs and stepped forward, back into his reach. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down firmly. The tip of his cock rubbed against me and I took a deep breath, pushing my breasts against his chest. Malfoy slipped his middle finger into me and hummed in appreciation.
"You're always ready for me," he observed and I let out a shaky sound of agreement. With a small roll of his hips, Malfoy buried himself in me.
"Holy hell," I muttered and ground my hips against his. Malfoy let me set the pace, but his blunt fingernails digging into the skin at my hips guided my movement. He thrust up into me with every one of my down strokes and I nearly sobbed at the heavy pressure that was growing in my core.
"Touch yourself," Malfoy grunted and I immediately obeyed, bringing one hand down to rub my clit. My gasping moans increased as the tension inside me tightened and I was nearly bursting when I felt a hand clasp around my throat.
"Not yet," he said and tightened his grip. "You don't come until I tell you to."
I whimpered and nodded as my vision began to grow spotty. His thumb was pressed against my pulse and he began to rub it soothingly. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and he was muttering nonsensical curses under his breath. I continued to rub gently at my clit, staving off the orgasm that was threatening to send me flying to the moon.
I felt a small, aching pain in my hip and I looked down to see Malfoy's fingernails digging in deep enough to draw a little blood. His face was tensed in concentration and his breath was coming out in raspy pants.
"Come," Malfoy ordered. I rubbed a little harder at my clit and focused on the feeling of his thick cock pulsing deep inside me. Soon enough, blinding whiteness overtook my vision and I cried out a long, keening moan. In the back of my mind, I heard Malfoy cry my given name but I was too far gone to care.
I had no idea how we moved to the bed, but I woke up a few hours later comfortably nestled in Malfoy's soft bedding. He was sleeping soundly next to me, one arm flung over my hip. I slowly slid out of bed and hobbled over to the bathroom door. I turned on the shower and stepped into the warm stream of water. I had a bit of dried blood at my hip that burned a little to the touch and a growing tenderness in my neck. I let the water stream down my front as I blindly groped around for soap. I barely got a hold of it before it slipped from my grip into the ground.
"Fucking shit," I grumbled and bent down to pick it up. It shot out of my hand again and I nearly stomped my foot in aggravation. "Goddamn piece of soap."
A deep chuckle startled me and I nearly fell flat on my arse trying to turn around in the slippery shower. Malfoy was sitting on the bathroom counter, still completely nude, leaning back on his hands. I tried to give him my best menacing glare, but that made him laugh even more.
"Now that I'm your boyfriend, I'm allowed to mock your temper," he said, emphasizing the word "boyfriend."
"Like that ever stopped you before," I retorted with an inelegant snort and closed my eyes to inhale the steam. I heard him jump off the counter and walk toward the shower.
"True," Malfoy said with a shrug and entered the stall with me. "Turn around."
With a final narrowing of my eyes, I turned so my back was to his chest. With a murmured Accio, he grabbed the soap and lathered it in his hands. He placed his hands gingerly on my shoulder and began to massage. Malfoy's talented hands rubbed the sore muscles all down my back, spending extra time on my shoulders. He hit a particularly tense spot and I moaned quietly. He pulled me back gently and I felt his erection press against my back. I moaned again and pushed a little further against him. Malfoy hissed and adjusted himself so his cock rubbed in the cleft of my arse. I dropped my head back to rest on his chest as his hands moved around to my front.
Malfoy's long fingers kneaded softly at my breasts. He pulled on my nipples, sending a jolt of heat down to my pussy. I wiggled my arse against him again and he peppered hot kisses down my neck and shoulder. One of his hands traveled down to my center where he pushed gently against me. With every rock of my hips, I rubbed my pussy against his hand causing whimpering moans to tumble from our mouths.
With a speed that I wouldn't think possible in a wet shower, Malfoy pulled me out of the stall and toward the counter. Water dripped down my body onto the smooth tile beneath my feet. He pushed me down, so my forearms were leaning on the countertops, with my arse in the air.
"Watch," he said and thrust into me in one smooth push. "Watch yourself come all over my cock."
Goosebumps erupted over my skin at his command. He didn't leave me any time to adjust to his length before drawing back and slamming into me again. The water that dripped down my legs soon combined with the slick wetness that trickled from my pussy as Malfoy pounded into me again and again.
I looked at myself in the mirror, wet hair cascading down my shoulders and eyes glowing with lust. I looked like a goddess as my very own Adonis worshiped me from behind. Malfoy had one hand splayed across my abdomen and the other holding himself up on the counter so he didn't crush with me every thrust. I traced the thick veins on his forearm and the fading remains of his Dark Mark, but he yanked his hand away.
"Don't," he grunted and gave my arse a smack. The vibration of his open palm made me shudder and I gasped.
"Do that again," I begged, making eye contact with him in the mirror. His eyes narrowed slightly so I added a soft "Please."
He did and my world shifted again. Heat flooded my veins and my toes curled at the feeling.
"Draco," I moaned and he snapped his eyes from my breasts bouncing with his thrusts to meet mine again in the mirror. "Can I come?"
He smiled a slow, dangerous smile and nodded. My eyes fell shut and I felt his teeth biting down at my shoulder. With another rough slap against my arse, I was a quivering, moaning mess. My pussy was clenching his cock hard and Malfoy was groaning against my skin.
"Hermione," he growled. "Fuck, Hermione."
He stilled behind me and I nearly collapsed against the granite. He quickly looped an arm around my chest to keep me upright. I finally caught my breath and looked at Malfoy in the mirror. He was watching me intently with those smoky grey eyes trained on my face.
"You called me Draco," he said.
"That's your name, isn't it?" I asked with a confused expression.
"You've never called me that."
I shrugged and turned around to face him. With a quick kiss on the cheek, I padded off towards to bed and fell asleep the moment my head hit the lush pillow.
The sweet smell of marmalade and the soft sounds of socks on the floor woke me from my sleep. My eyes fluttered open and took in the morning. Soft light streamed through the gauzy curtains on the French doors and I snuggled a little further into the downy comforter. The bed dipped and I looked over; Malfoy was reading the Daily Prophet with a piece of toast with jam in his hand. He was leaning against the headboard of the bed and when the paper fluttered, I could see a small pair of reading glasses perched on his nose.
"You wear glasses?" I asked, my voice still croaky from sleep. He carefully folded the paper and set it on his lap.
"Reading glasses. I'm not as blind as Potter, but the Prophet uses small print. Don't look at me like that."
I tried to stifle my giggle, but he heard it and swatted me on the top of the head with the paper.
"Do you want breakfast?" he asked and I nodded, knicking the paper from him.
"Moppet!" he called out and with a crack of Apparation, a small house elf beamed up at him.
"You do have house-elves!" I cried indignantly. Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned to the creature.
"Moppet, do you like working here?"
"Oh yes!" the elf replied with a little jump. "Moppet has served Master Draco since he was in nappies."
"Thank you. Now can you get Miss Granger some…?"
They both looked at me, waiting for me to give my order.
"Uh, toast and tea is fine, Moppet. Thank you."
With another crack, the elf was gone, leaving me the seethe at Malfoy.
"Oh, pipe down," he grumbled. "He gets paid. Moppet only takes care of me and he enjoys his job. Leave it alone."
I rolled my eyes and unfolded the paper. On the bottom of the front page was a small picture of Oliver and one of the Patil sisters leaving Luna's party together.
"Some date," I snorted. "Leaving the party with someone else."
Malfoy lowered the paper in front of my face with a long finger.
"You did."
I reached my arm out to smack him, but he caught my wrist and hauled me closer to him. I ended up curled against him with one leg thrown over his legs. I laughed and kicked his shin lightly, so Malfoy trapped my foot with his legs. We were giggling like children when Moppet returned.
"Master and Mistress," he greeted. "Toast and tea."
"You can just call me Hermione, Moppet," I replied and took a large bite of toast.
"Yes, Mistress Hermione," Moppet said with a low bow. "It is a joy to meet you. Master Draco is so lonely; I am so glad he has a fr-."
"Thanks, Moppet," Malfoy interrupted loudly.
I looked up at him and spotted a faint rosy flush across his cheeks. He looked adorable in that moment- not like the aggressive man who fucked me six ways till Sunday, but a younger, more vulnerable Malfoy. I leaned in to peck him on the cheek but he turned and caught my lips in a sweet kiss. He tasted like strawberry jam and I smiled against his mouth.
"What?" he asked when he pulled away.
"You taste good," I said with salacious wink and picked the newspaper back up.
He bent down and rumbled against the sensitive skin of my ear.
"So do you."
A sharp pecking at his window broke the heat that was quickly building between us. My work owl, Hermes, was angrily flapping outside of Malfoy's French doors. I scurried out of bed to let him in and he perched on the headboard.
"Having owls delivered here, Granger? A little presumptuous, don't you think?" Malfoy teased and I scrambled to untie the note on Hermes's leg.
"He's my work owl. Hermes can always find me in case of emergency."
"Emergency?" he asked as I scanned the letter.
"Holy shit…" I breathed and whirled around the bedroom the collect my things. Malfoy picked up the letter I dropped on the sheets and furrowed his brows.
"Hunters?" He paused. "Sweet Salazar…" he murmured as he finished the letter.
"Who in their right mind would hunt unicorns?" I asked madly while pulling my dress over my head. "Where the fuck are my knickers?"
"Granger," Malfoy called out but I continued to search the room with wild eyes.
"I know I had a pair. I remember taking them off. But where did they end up? Did I toss them somewhere?"
"Granger," he raised his voice a bit, his tone warning.
"Malfoy, I really don't have time for this."
"Hermione!"
I looked up to see him holding my knickers in his pointer finger.
"Looking for these?"
I sighed in relief and headed over to the bed.
"Nah-ah," he said and crumpled them in his palm. "You don't get your knickers until you calm down."
"Calm down?!" I shouted. "There is a group of hunters killing unicorns! I don't have time to calm down! I need to go home and pack! I need to get to Hogwarts! I-"
"Hermione," he replied calmly. "What did the letter say?"
"What are you on about?"
I was growing very annoyed very quickly and Malfoy's stupid, calm demeanor wasn't helping.
"McGonagall made a very specific request in her post script. Did you get that far?"
"Shit," I muttered. I was in such a rush that I stopped reading at the word "unicorn."
"And Miss Granger," Malfoy read in a high-pitched voice. "Take care to bring a companion. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how dangerous these hunters may be."
My heart sunk. I was fully capable of handing anything, but I supposed it would be foolhardy to go in without a partner.
"I guess I can owl Harry," I started but Malfoy scowled deeply at that. "What? Who would you have me bring, then?"
He held his arms open wide and smiled angelically.
"Draco Malfoy, at your service."