Dinner at the Burrow
"Let me see that," Hermione giggled, feeling like a teenager again as she climbed over Scorpius and straddled his hips, reaching for the iPod he'd been trying to hide.
"You are going to laugh at me," Scorpius pouted.
"Muggle-born, remember?" Hermione cocked her eyebrow at him. She assumed he was used to being made fun of for possessing so many Muggle contraptions and even going to University in the Muggle world. She found it refreshing. It was as if all the sacrifices of the war were validated. The son of Draco Malfoy was an artist studying at a Muggle University who knew how to use iPods, computers, and a television. Wow.
"Fine," he sighed, handing over the shiny, sleek device. She grinned at him as she perused his musical selections. She'd only just gotten back into Muggle music since her break up with Ron. When she was working the daily grind at the Ministry, and raising two kids, she had little time to keep up with Muggle culture.
"What's your favorite?" she asked, leaning back to rest her arse against his thighs. "I've only just rediscovered my love for Muggle music."
"I like the older stuff," Scorpius said. "When I'm painting, I like it hard and fast," he said, grinning and his double entendre.
"I'm sure," she rolled her eyes. "I feel so old," she pouted. "I haven't heard of half of this stuff."
"Here," Scorpius said, holding out his hand for her to give the iPod back. She did and he pulled her down next to him so they could both look at the screen. "These are the ones I think you'd like," he said, opening a playlist.
"Know me that well, do you?" Hermione asked, her own heart beating a bit faster as she felt him chuckle next to her. He had such an effect on her. It was troubling at times, but so exciting.
"Eventually, I'll have you listening to this entire library. For now, we'll start with the easy stuff," Scorpius said, smiling down at her.
"Are you going to show me your studio next?" Hermione asked, smiling up at him, but when she saw him frown she furrowed her brow. "If you want to, I mean..." She felt like she'd really stepped in it. Scorpius had told her very little about what he was actually working on, but she had to admit she was curious.
"It's not that..." he said, looking away for a moment. "I'm worried that if I show you, you might turn me in," he admitted. He felt like he could trust her, but she could really fuck him over if she told the Ministry about his artwork.
"It's not illegal is it?" Hermione asked.
"Not in the Muggle world," Scorpius said with a sigh. "Look, my artwork deals with the war."
Hermione just stared at him for a long moment. "The war?" she repeated. "As in, the war with Voldemort and the Death Eaters?" she clarified. Scorpius just nodded. "What do you mean?" she asked, growing concerned. If he was exposing their world, that could mean terrible things for him. Years in Azkaban to say the least.
"It's personal," he said. "I'm not exposing us. No one in my classes has any idea what my work is about. It's cathartic for me. I need it, Hermione," he said, hoping she'd understand.
"It affects you, doesn't it? Even though you were born after, the burden on Draco's shoulders affects you too," Hermione surmised, her eyes soft as she placed her hand on his cheek. He didn't move from her reach, and she rubbed her fingers against the stubble on his face.
"How could it not?" Scorpius asked looking up at her. "His choices affected my whole family."
"Oh Scorpius," Hermione said, pulling him in for a kiss. Her own family had left the war in the past. She, Ron, and Harry still had an occasional nightmare, but their children lived in blissful ignorance of the trials and tribulations of war. She felt sorry for Scorpius. She knew he didn't want her pity, but how could she not pity him? She experienced it. She understood what the war did to everyone. How could he really understand, or deal with it...
"I'm okay," Scorpius said with a smile. "The art helps and, really I have it so much easier than some."
"True," Hermione said. "When I worked at the Ministry, the first five years after the war, it was all rebuilding and picking up the pieces of people's wrecked lives. We were all wrecked then."
Scorpius squeezed her to his side. "Things got better, though. Look at the world now. Only twenty years later, and people are different. Even my father can see that."
Hermione just nodded. It was true. This was a case where one war led to much better circumstances for nearly everyone involved. Blood purity talk was a taboo. Hogwarts Houses only had friendly rivalries. For Merlin's sake, a Malfoy was happily fucking a 'Mudblood'. That was enough for her.
Hermione smirked as she watched Teddy try to work up the courage to come talk to her. It was well known in the family that Hermione had a very close relationship with her children and they told her everything. She knew he was worried about her kicking his arse for laying a hand on her baby girl.
She didn't go for those dramatic displays, though. Rose's decisions were her own, and while she might have an opinion, her daughter was an adult and free to do as she wished. It was the only way to learn. Besides, if Teddy was serious about Rose, she'd be pleased to welcome him into their family.
"Teddy," she finally, said, walking up to him as he muttered to himself. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke, unaware of her approach.
"A-Aunt Hermione," he said, looking up at her.
"There is no reason to be nervous, Teddy," Hermione said. "I know about you and Rose."
"Right," he said, taking a deep breath.
"I have no problem with your relationship," Hermione continued. "But I don't have to tell you that once you choose to be with her, that had better be it with Victoire," Hermione said sternly. He nodded at her.
"It's not right to lead either girl on," Hermione said. "That's all I'm going to say about it. From here on, we start over. You are very dear to me, and I want you and my daughter to be happy together," she finished. He seemed to be extremely relieved that she did all the talking and she smirked at him.
"Thanks," he said. "It's weird to call you Aunt Hermione now."
"Why not just call me, Hermione then?" she replied. He smiled at her before they were interrupted by Albus Potter's appearance at the far end of the garden.
"Grandma says the food is ready!" he called.
The whole family, save those still at Hogwarts until Christmas, had been invited over for a huge mid-November dinner. It was Hermione's favorite time of year and she was just happy they'd thought to invite her as well. She'd missed spending time at the Burrow, and enjoyed her visit, but even reconnecting with her family couldn't keep her mind entirely free from lustful thoughts of Scorpius. They had been hooking up every night for the last two weeks, and she was feeling a slight tinge of withdrawal. Just as she entered the house, Hermione nearly dropped dead of shock when she saw his lean form standing in the dining room of the Burrow, helping James set the table. Her heart raced and she realized she hadn't totally prepared for running into him out of the comfort of their Muggle coffee shop, the pub, or her flat.
He looked up at her, his cool gray eyes raking over her body, and she knew at that look. He was thinking naughty thoughts. Her knickers were already wet. Merlin, how did he have such an effect on her?
"Aunt Hermione," Al said, placing his hand on her back as he guided her over to where Scorpius was standing, "I don't think you've met my roommate." According to everyone in that room, she hadn't.
Hermione schooled her features before smiling and holding her hand out to Scorpius. "Aunt Hermione, this is Scorpius Malfoy, Scorpius, this is my Aunt, Hermione Granger" Al introduced.
Scorpius let his fingers linger on Hermione's as he shook her hand, his eyes boring into hers, promising dirty things to come. She almost moaned. "Nice to meet you," she said, her voice stronger than she'd expected.
"Likewise," he purred. No one else seemed to notice, but Hermione felt like mounting him on the table right there.
When she finally retrieved her hand, she decided that distancing herself was probably the safest bet, so she went into the kitchen to see if Molly needed any help. Ron was already there, trying to get a bite of food before the table was set. Molly was whacking him over the head with her dishtowel.
"Need any help?" Hermione asked, feeling a little awkward. She and Ron were on regular speaking terms again, but it was still uncomfortable being around Molly.
"No, dear," Molly said, not as warmly as she used to, but Hermione could tell she was trying. "Everything is all ready."
Scorpius put up no fight whatsoever when Al asked him to come over for dinner. Apparently, his grandmother had been begging him to bring 'that poor Malfoy boy. It looks as if he doesn't eat at all!' All he knew was that there was a good chance Hermione would be there.
He didn't know what it was about her, but he couldn't get enough. Every time he left in the morning, he wished he could just hunker down in her bed for the rest of his life. He'd never felt like this. A part of him thought he'd get her out of his system after a few weeks. No such luck.
She was beautiful, brilliant, and she always seemed to know exactly what he needed. He knew she was too old for him. He knew she only wanted a bit of fun. He knew it was pointless to get tangled up with her, but he couldn't help himself. How anyone managed to let her get away, he had no idea.
So, when he saw her at the Burrow, her skirt flowing to her knees, more conservative than she usually wore with him, and her button-up shirt straining under the size of her breasts, it was all he could do not to lift her on that table and fuck her until she couldn't walk straight.
It was so erotic seeing her with her family. He knew he could say or do nothing to give them away, but knowing he'd just made her scream his name less than twenty-four hours ago, and her family hadn't a clue, turned him on. He watched as she dashed from his presence as soon as possible and smirked to himself. She wasn't getting off that easily.
Fuck. Even as she tried to maneuver herself to the other side of the table, Scorpius had managed a seat directly next to her. James was on her other side, and that wasn't much better. She'd known little James had had a crush on her since he was thirteen. It was adorable at one time. Now that she was sleeping with a man even younger than he was, it was strange and uncomfortable.
Everyone was chatting around the table, but all she could think of was the feeling of his thigh pressed against hers. "Okay, Ms. Granger?" he asked, the smirk clear in his voice.
"Just fine, Mr. Malfoy," she bit out, annoyed that he knew the effect he had on her, and annoyed that she, a grown woman, couldn't control her own body's reaction. No one paid them any mind, however.
They were discussing something about Quidditch, she wasn't sure what, but all she could do was focus on the food in front of her. She heard Scorpius adding his opinion to as he discreetly placed his hand on her left thigh. What, in Merlin's name, was he doing?
She sat still as possible while his fingers moved up and down her thigh, ever growing bolder. He moved his hand down to the hem of her skirt and slid his hand up, feeling the skin of her legs.
Her trembling made him harder and he knew she was equal parts angry with him for touching her in public and incredibly turned on. He continued the conversation the Weasleys were having, only paying the slightest bit of attention as his hand moved further and further up until...
Hermione's legs clamped shut, locking his hand between them as his fingers ghosted over her wet knickers. He had to stop. If they were caught, it would be more than a disaster. It would ruin her family. He had to know this wasn't a game. "Please," she whispered, chancing a look at him.
His gray eyes looked back at her intensely and he removed his hand from her thigh, slowly and seductively running his fingers down her tender flesh. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his hand move back to the top of the table, joining the other as he ate. As erotic as it was to have him touching her in public, they'd have to try that fantasy in a discrete Muggle location.
"Hermione," James said, trying to get her attention on her right.
"James?" she said, turning to face him.
"May I have the potatoes?" he asked, a warm smile on his lips. She cleared her throat and passed them to him. Yeah, this night was weird.
"So, can I come over tonight?" Scorpius asked as he stopped behind Hermione where she watched the gnomes run around in the garden.
"I should say no," Hermione sighed.
"Is that a yes?" Scorpius smirked.
"Of course it is," she said with a rueful smile. "Just make sure Al doesn't get suspicious."
"I'll go home before I Apparate over," Scorpius agreed. He really wanted to kiss her goodbye, but he knew he'd see her soon enough, and besides, he'd pressed his luck for one night.
Hermione followed after him, going inside to say goodbye to everyone. Rose and Teddy had already left. In fact, all of the kids were gone. All that was left were Ron, Lavender, Harry, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"I think I'm going to head home," she said, grabbing her coat.
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked. Hermione could tell that her friend missed her, but both of them were a bit too proud to admit it.
"Yes, I've got to get together with Malfoy tomorrow to start the planning on the new hospital wing," Hermione explained. Well, it was half true.
"I still can't believe you are working with that ferret," Ron grumbled.
Hermione smiled. Same old Ron. "Well, the sooner I get it finished, the sooner I get him out of my hair."
"Okay," Harry said. "But let's get together this weekend. The five of us," he said. Hermione thought a rectal exam sounded more fun, but she nodded in noncommittal agreement.
She loved her friends, and admittedly, Lavender was easier to deal with than she had been in their Hogwarts days. She had never married, Ron really liked her, and Hermione genuinely hoped they could have a fresh start. Regardless, she felt a little disconnected from them. There was unspoken tension with everyone but Harry, and she hated putting him in the middle.
"Just send me an owl," she said, hoping they wouldn't. With a final wave, and a thank you to Molly, she stepped outside, passed the wards and Apparated home.
She stripped her clothes off as soon as she entered her bedroom and threw them in the hamper. She padded down to the bathroom and started the shower before stepping inside and letting the hot water cascade down her body. It had been a long dinner. The will power it took to stay away from Scorpius was exhausting. She knew she'd need to talk to him about the seriousness of the situation, but she really couldn't do it tonight. All she wanted was her hot shower and to feel him buried inside her.
She was washing her hair when she felt hands wrap around her, and she nearly died of a heart attack. Her eyes snapped open to see a naked, grinning Scorpius staring back at her, pierced eyebrow raised in amusement.
"For fuck's sake, Scorp! You almost killed me!" she screamed, pounding him ineffectually with her fists.
"Sorry," he said. "Just couldn't help myself. Knowing you were in here naked...and wet."
"If you think you are getting into my knickers after nearly giving me a heart attack," she said, but his fingers were already moving toward her center.
"No knickers to get into here," he pointed out, his breath ghosting over her ear. "You know how much I wanted to fuck you in front of your entire family tonight?" he asked, his fingers slipping between her legs, feeling her wet slit.
"It was dangerous," she moaned, but she really just wanted him to dip those fingers inside her and make her come like only he seemed to know how.
"It was hot," Scorpius continued. "It got you wet, and you know it."
"Please, Scorp. Stop teasing," she finally begged, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to pull herself up. His cock was rubbing against her belly and she moaned as the soft skin teased her overheating flesh.
"Tell me you wanted it as much as I did tonight, and I'll give you what you want," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Hermione wanted to fight it, but it was true. If the situation had been different, she'd have had no problem taking him up to a spare bedroom in the Burrow and fucking his brains out. "I wanted it," she admitted, "but it can't happen."
"Good enough for me," Scorpius said, twirling her around while keeping a hold on her so she didn't fall. He bent her over and took his cock in hand, rubbing her slick folds up and down until she moaned his name.
In one quick thrust, he plunged inside and they both froze, letting the feeling wash over them.
Her legs were pressed together and it made her tighter. Merlin, he could fuck her forever. "Hermione, fuck," he growled ineloquently as he plowed into her hard and fast. She was bracing herself against the shower wall with both hands as he gripped her hips to hold her upright.
Hermione was seeing stars. From the emotional rollercoaster of being scared to death and then minutes later being fucked from behind, she was already light headed. His cock was abusing her cunt in such a sweet way that she knew she'd come any second.
"I'm close," she warned, her pussy contracting with the beginning of her orgasm.
"Come, love," he demanded, reaching up to take one jiggling breast in hand while his other held her hips in place.
"Oh, shit!" Hermione cried, banging her hand against the tile wall as his rapid thrusts made her almost lose consciousness as she came.
He slowed down just slightly as she got impossibly tight around him, and gritted his teeth through it. "Shit, you are tight," he moaned, bringing both hands back around her hips and pulling her back and forth on his cock. "You feel amazing."
"You too," she moaned out, feeling a second orgasm building already. "Please," she cried.
"Want to come again?" he mocked.
"Yesss," she hissed, bucking back to move him deeper inside.
He began long, slow thrusts until he felt his balls contract. "Come with me," he muttered, breathless as he knew he was about to let go any moment.
"Close...so close," she slurred moving his hand from her hip to her clit as she felt herself coming undone. "Scorp!" she cried, her eyes growing unfocused with the sheer power of her orgasm.
"Oh fuck!" he shouted, spurting his seed deep inside her as he involuntarily jerked and shook while his cock pumped out the last drops.
They both sagged against the wall of the shower, the water trickling over them as they worked to maintain enough strength to stand. "Wow," Hermione said. It was becoming a habit, but she couldn't help it. Scorpius Malfoy was a fucking sex god.
"Come on, let's get clean," Scorpius finally said, pulling her up. "I've got plans for you tonight." She grinned up at him, dazed from her orgasms, and let him admire her body as he began to wash her.
