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Chapter 7 –
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you so hard, but I don't want my parents to hear us. Pick something else for 'O'," Hermione told him. He pulled her down on top of him.
"No, I picked that, and I think I want a demonstration," he said. He rolled with her so she was on the bottom. He pulled up her gown just as they heard footsteps once again on the stairs.
They both lay very still, and very quiet, on the floor in front of the couch. Hermione's mother said, "Hermione, are you in here?" Draco put his hand over her mouth. She shut her eyes tight, willing her mother to please go back upstairs. Draco was still on top of her, and her nightgown was up around her waist.
Phyllis Granger walked in the living room, the back of the couch toward the entryway, and turned off the overhead light with the switch on the wall. She said, "Honesty, leaving the lights on, do they think electricity is free?" She turned off the lights in the foyer as well, and walked back upstairs.
Draco whispered, "That was close."
"Yes," Hermione agreed.
"Although, I don't know why we hid, we are married after all," he said, as he sat up. He straddled her, as she stayed on the floor.
"Still, one doesn't want one's mother to catch one in a compromising condition, does one?" she said.
He frowned at her and said, "I don't know what you just said. Are you drunk?"
"Get off me," she said, pushing on his chest.
"No, I have to think of another 'O' apparently, and I think better when I'm on top of you," he said with an evil grin. "Orgasm starts with 'O'."
"Draco Malfoy, get off!" she said, whispering loudly.
"Or what, you will whisper at me?" he asked. He began to tickle her ribs. She laughed, and hit at his hands. "Whisper, Hermione, come on, let's hear you whisper!"
She continued to laugh, and said, "Get off!"
They didn't hear her mother come back downstairs, but they did see the light turn back on, so they both froze, as Hermione's mother walked around to the front of the couch. She stood at their heads. Hermione looked up at her mother from the floor, and Draco, who was still straddling Hermione, and who had his hands under her gown, looked up at her as well.
Her arms were crossed, and she was tapping her foot.
"Hermione Jean Granger! You are an adult, and you are acting like a schoolgirl! Your father and I are trying to get some sleep, and I would suggest you two do the same, because we have a big day planned tomorrow and it is late!"
Draco looked at the clock over the mantel and said, "It's 9:30, Mrs. Granger."
Hermione shut her eyes. Oh, no. He didn't know not to sass back to her mum. He would find out the hard way.
"Listen to me, Draco Malfoy, I won't have any of your talking back, do you understand?" she said, pointing her finger at him.
He crawled off Hermione and sat back on the couch. Hermione sat next to him. "Yes, Mrs. Granger," he said, however, he snickered. Hermione's eyebrows knitted together. He didn't know a hell storm was in store for him if he kept it up. Her mother wasn't to be played with, at all!
Phyllis walked up to Draco and said, "Is something funny, young man? Do you think it's funny to keep people awake? You are a guest in this house, so I expect, no, I demand respect! You will keep it down. I can't tell two adults to go to bed, but you will keep it down, and not laugh at me in my own house! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, YOUNG MAN?"
"Yes." He couldn't even look her in the eye. He was afraid. She could give Lucius a run for his money.
"And if you two intend to have relations, I would appreciate you do it in the confines of your bedroom, with your door locked!" She looked at Hermione. Hermione nodded.
"Very good. I love you both, now keep it down. I hate to send your father down here, but I will if I have to, now goodnight," she said. She walked over and kissed Draco's forehead, and then Hermione's forehead and said, "I will turn the light back off, but get to bed soon."
She turned off the light, as promised, and Hermione and Draco sat in silence, in the dark, for many long minutes. Draco finally turned to Hermione and said, "Your mum is scary."
"She has her moments," Hermione said, smiling.
"What would have happened if she sent your dad down here?" he asked.
"He would have had a right laugh at her, and made a joke, and then gone upstairs and told her that he yelled at us," Hermione said. "My mum's the boss around here."
"I hope you don't think you're going to be the boss in our family," he said and smiled.
She laughed and poked her finger at his rib, causing him to chuckle. "Hell, Malfoy, I'm already the boss."
"Are not."
"Am, too."
He sighed. He leaned back on the couch. "You mum is still very pretty, and earlier I was thinking, 'I hope Hermione turns out like her', but I think I might change that wish."
"Yeah." Hermione agreed, but could say no more. She loved her mother. She was a strict person, but she was also open, and giving, and gave Hermione her love of literature, and art, and Hermione could talk to her about anything. She turned back to Draco and said, "I love her a lot, you know. I hope you will see that good side of her before the weekend is over. I really do."
"I know," he said, as he pulled her into his embrace. "I will buy her a car. That will make her happy. Maybe a pretty silver Volvo. What do you think?"
"My mother can't be bought," Hermione said. She pushed away from him again. She said, "Let's go get some beer from the kitchen, and go down to my dad's den, in the basement."
"Beer and basement, sounds good to me," Draco said, standing up. They went to the kitchen, and Hermione grabbed two beers. Draco said, "Aren't you getting any for you?"
"These are enough for us both," she said. He frowned and grabbed two more, just in case. They went down to the basement, where her father had his little recreation room. It was decorated in the colours of his favourite football team. It had a billiard table, and neon signs. It had a bar, and a black leather couch.
"My mum hates this room," Hermione said with a slight laugh.
Draco said, "I love this room!" They both sat on the couch, and started to drink their beers. Draco held his up to hers and clanged it and said, "Cheers, Hermione."
"Cheers, Draco," she said. "Do you think you will still be able to get through the list by tonight?"
"Maybe not tonight, but before we leave here," he said. He remembered her phone at that moment, and he thought he would get that one out of the way. He took it out of his pocket.
"What are you doing with my phone?" she asked.
"Number 8 on the list. Now, get all sad, so I can call you and we can stay on the phone, and not talk." He opened up her phone.
"If you have my phone, how will you call me?" she asked.
"I will call the house phone; I see one over there on the table by the couch." He nodded his head in the direction of the phone.
"Don't you think the phone ringing at this late will cause some friction with my mother?" she pointed out.
He hadn't thought of that. "Oh well," he said, "You aren't sad right now anyway, and I also think something's wrong, because your phone won't turn on."
"Give it to me," she said. She put her beer down and grabbed her phone. It wouldn't turn on. It was wet as well. "Draco Malfoy, did you have this in your pocket when it 'rained' on us?"
"Yes," he said slowly.
"You got it wet!" she complained. She shook the phone, and then threw it across the room. "Well, I am pretty damn sad now, because you broke my phone."
"I'll buy you another." He shrugged.
She glared at him and said, "Is that your solution to everything, buying things for people."
"Pretty much," he answered.
"Your incorrigible," she said, with a laugh. "So, let's finish our game, and it's my turn, right?"
"I'm tired of the game, and you keep cheating," he whined. He fell back on the couch, with his head on the sofa arm, and his feet on her lap this time. She rubbed his leg under his jeans.
"Come on, let's finish it. I want to win," she said, taking a big drink of beer.
"You won't win, I will," he said. "I have a good memory."
"Really?" she asked. "Fine, let me finish the whole thing, adding all the letters we haven't named yet, and if you can repeat them, verbatim, you win, and I will do one thing you ask of me, but only one. Verbatim, Malfoy, no cheating!"
"Okay and what if you win?" he asked.
"If I win, you have to take off all your clothes, and accidentally go into my parents' room, completely naked, and say, 'sorry, I thought this was the other bathroom'." She laughed after she told him that.
He grinned wickedly and said, "Everyone thinks you're sweet and nice, and la de da, but I know you, you are an evil one. You're on, sweetheart, but if I win, you have to take your pretty boy poster down and burn it in your backyard!"
"Deal!" she said. She leaned forward and shook his hand. He sat up. They turned and faced each other. She put her beer down on the coffee table, and he did likewise. She said, "Listen closely, because you have to repeat it exactly as I say it!"
"Bring it on, sister," he said with a grin.
She stood up, and went in front of the couch. She said, "Get our beers." He picked up their drinks and she moved the coffee table out of the way. She took the beers from him, and placed them on the bar behind her. She stood in front of him and said, "I love you for your arms, the way they squeeze me tight. I love your for your breasts, which bring me sweet delight." She started to dance around lightly, and he wondered if she was drunk after three drinks.
"I love you for your collarbone, and your dimples, too." She walked over to him, straddled his lap, and kissed him long on the mouth. His arms went around her, and tried to keep her in place as she made to move off him.
"I love your eyebrows," she said, putting one leg up on the sofa, and moving her hand up and down her leg. "I love your freckles, your grin and your hands." She moved her legs down and took her nightgown off and stood there in only her knickers and her bra.
"Granger, are you drunk, because I like you like this!" he said.
She turned so her back was toward him, and she looked over her shoulder and said, "Sh, no talking."
He nodded in assent.
"I love your eyelashes," she blew him a kiss over her shoulder, "your jaunty jealousy of Justin," a kiss over the other shoulder, "and your kissable, lips!" She moved toward him and leaned down and kissed his mouth again. He reached for her breasts, and she pushed his hand away. She walked behind the bar.
"I love your milky white thighs, when they touch mine," she said. She reached around and took her bra off. She turned so her back was to him and she threw it over her shoulder. He caught it. She turned around, bare breasted, and threw her knickers toward him. He caught them, also. She was behind the bar, so he couldn't see anything, but seriously, this was the best damn game he had ever played in his life. "I love your nose, when it nuzzles my neck, and the way you make me go, 'oh, oh, OH! Draco!' when we're having sex." She shut her eyes when she said that, and her hands went to her breasts when she said the 'oh' part and he melted where he sat.
"I love your pinky fingers, because I refuse to go to the obvious and say 'penis', I love your quiet demeanor as you watch me right now, the way you look at me with desire." She ducked down behind the bar. He sat upright on the couch. 'Come back,' he thought.
She popped her head back up and said, "I love the rise and fall of your chest, as you watch me with longing. I love your smile, as your eyes dance with desire. I love your teeth, as they bite down gently on my neck, right here," and she pointed to her neck. She walked slowly from around the bar, and now stood in her total glory right in front of him. He had never wanted her more.
"I love the unusual way you talk," she approached him slowly, "the very nice way you make love to me," she was an arm's length away, "the whine in your voice when you don't get your way," she stopped right in front of him.
He looked up at her and he knew one thing. If she didn't hurry up and say the 'X, Y and Z', he would fall apart.
"I love the fact that you have both an X and a Y chromosome, because I can use that for X and Y." She looked down at him and he reached out for her, but she slapped his hand away.
"Wait, there's more," she said. "And last but not least, I love your zeal for life, and the way you make me feel more alive than anyone ever has in my entire life. I love you, Draco Malfoy. Now, can you repeat what I just said?"
"Hell, no," he said softly. He stood up so that he was right in front of her. His fingers reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her right up next to his body. He bent his head and whispered, "You definitely win, Granger." He crashed his mouth down on hers, and put his arms around her, lifting her up slightly, and he walked her backwards to the couch.
He fell back down on the couch, her body on top of his. His mouth was still on hers, his hands on her back. Her chest was pressed against his. She lifted her head and helped him removed his shirt. He kissed her neck and her shoulder, and somehow, he wasn't sure how, he removed his pants.
He rolled them over, so he was on top, and he entered her swiftly. His body was no longer his own, it was 'theirs', if that made any sense. He lifted his head long enough to look in her eyes. He bit down on his lip, and tried to remain quiet, because he really, really, didn't want Mrs. Granger to come down right now.
He stopped biting his own lip long enough to bite hers. He kissed his way down her neck to her chest and back up again. Her breathing became shallow, as she clutched at his shoulders. He licked between her breasts, and her legs came up around his hips.
Thank goodness, the couch was large, but it was also somewhat slippery, so Draco took a gamble and rolled off the couch, landing on the carpeted floor, while still inside her, and she was now on top. Her skin glistened, and it was so soft to his touch. She trembled and began to breath harder still. He had to slow her down, because he wanted it to last. He rolled them again, so he could set the pace.
Her stomach muscles tighten, and her hips rose from the floor, and he drove into her with all his might and will. He licked the side of her neck, and she gasped. His hand went around to her hip, and he drove in harder yet. He couldn't push in hard or fast enough. Her soft, mellow cries soon tightened his groin muscles and he knew he was going to explode. Waves crashed around them both, as the friction they created sent them into a blinding, fiery crescendo. He fought for control, but in the very end, he had to give in. She won, damn her, she won.
His hands went up to her hair, and he pulled it slightly as he let his final release wash over them both. She joined him right after, her fingernails running lightly down his back. He lay beside her, on the floor, and said, "You are more beautiful than you have a right to be. I love you more each day, and each time I'm with you. How did I get so lucky to have you for my wife?"
She merely hummed. He put his head on her stomach, and his hand on her leg. "This is what marriage is. This, being together, loving each other, every day, in everyway, don't you agree?" he said.
She pushed him off her and said, "Yeah sure, whatever you say. Are you going to go up to my parents' bedroom now, or later?"
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