I hope that your Xmas was as lovely as mine, full of whatever your heart wishes. Read the next chapter with caution, it might get wet ;) As always, I'm grateful for my Magzillasaurus help.
Day Twelve
The booklet had warmed her up to white-sand beaches and crystal-clear seas. The announced flamingos were taking a day off by the looks of it, unless she was becoming colour blind.
When the ship entered the Caribbean waters of this One Happy Island - as it was described - she pictured herself already with a cocktail in hand, under a straw umbrella and enjoying the delights of trees swaying at the ever so slight breeze with a touch of cold air. She only missed the hip-swaying dancers, but that might be for another island, she chuckled.
Her companion frowned at her laugh but refrained from comment. Her genuine enthusiasm for docking at a new destination wasn't strange anymore as this was their third port of the twenty left to do. He didn't however, let a moment go lost to warn the other predators, that this witch was taken. Was it a hand on the lower back, or even an arm snaking around her shoulders caressing the skin with a soft stroke. For as long as she wanted him, he would not skip a moment of breathtaking sex, considering himself an idiot if he let the opportunity go.
In return, he gave her the ultimate pleasure and had admired her soft features while she slept, exhausted after a round or two between the sheets. Her stamina surprised him, as did her playfulness in bed. The woman with the stamp of prudishness had imagination surprisingly beyond the classic missionary. Where did she learn them?
-oOo-
The classic buzz of the ship announced their deboarding. As a herd, the majority of the passengers left to their intentions of the day. Hermione and Draco had their sporty shoes on for a steady hiking. It started with a drive up to the oldest lighthouse on the Island, the California lighthouse, in the middle of low bushes and rocky underground, the perfect spot to view the coastline and the coral shorelines of the island.
From there they were brought by minibus to the Natural Bridge, the natural coral limestone cliff was chiselled away into a natural bridge, between the Bushiribana Gold mine ruins and the Andicuri Beach.
"It seems this natural rock formation stands seven meters above sea level, it's one of the largest in the world."
"We often forget that nature has a power we should respect more." He was enjoying her listing of facts. Draco also had a hunger for knowledge, these small details made a difference between understanding what surrounded you and simply seeing without comprehending. "Water seems to have quite a destructive force. It's quite long too, I assume."
"Wait, let me see…" She perused around the flier from the tourist guide, "It says here, thirty meters." A mention of a baby bridge made her look for its path with outstretched neck. "There should be a second one not far from here."
"I'll ask…" Shortly after, he returned, took her hand and guided her following the leader's instructions, "It's not far from where we stand." It was a hard surface to walk on, a few times it was his hand that prevented her fall or his, for that matter. When they arrived at the spot, Draco and Hermione simply enjoyed the sound of the waves crashing on the rock, the only noise among the silence. He held her in front of him, cheek resting upon the side of her head, while his arms kept her firmly against his body.
Her own arms covered his, face raised toward the sun.
A whistle from their leader woke them from their little moment, and they moved on to another miracle of nature, the Casibari rock formation. Hermione didn't get enough of the view from the journey the minibus took, nose nearly glued to the window.
She faced his gaze with a broad smile, which died down when she noticed two red spots on his cheeks, "Did you put some sunscreen?" He met her with a guilty look, "How, in Merlin's name, is this possible! This skin needs protection!" She took her tube and rubbed some of the cream on his face and the part of arms not covered by his white shirt. "Haven't you learned your lesson?"
"I was testing you, to see if you care." This was Granger in lecture mode, one he saw so often rebuking scarhead and weaselbee back at Hogwarts.
"I'm not your mother. If you keep doing this, I'll let you suffer the consequences. Your shoulder is nothing compared to your whole body!" She closed the container huffing in frustration, rubbing her hands on her denim shorts. Which she regret almost immediately from the greasy spots in created. It irritated her even more.
"I'm sorry, 'Mione. I'm not in the habit and I forgot it." Draco rubbed the back of her neck.
"I hate that nickname, you must have picked it up from Ron, but please refrain from using it."
"I won't do it again. Your name is quite long you know?" His thumb was stroking circles on a spot on her throat, the long breath she took his sign that it was well-liked. "What can I use instead?" He breathed into her ear, "Pet? Love? Kitten? Mia?"
"Mia sounds nice." Hermione was melting into his touch, cursing his ability to vanish her frustration with a rub of a finger.
"My Mia." He bit her earlobe, foreplay didn't need to be limited to the confines of their room. The way she flushed, pleased him to no end.
-oOo-
The sight of the Casibary rock formation brought them to a standstill.
Somehow, rock formations rose from the desert soil in an unusual setting, forming picturesque sightings. Luckily for the tourists, there were man-made trails and steps on some of the clusters, Draco and Hermione venturing on one of them to reach the top and enjoy the breathtaking views.
On its very end, Draco rose his arms, shouting "I'm the king."
"Of the ferrets. Stop this display, will you? You're drawing attention." She swatted him on the back.
"I'm a Malfoy, I was born with the ability to show-off. Get used to it, woman."
"I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed today."
"I'm unarmed? Really? Wait until we are inside four decent walls with no public and I'll show you exactly how unarmed I am. The insult."
She bared him her teeth laughing, "This is my face of fear."
His hand flexed in a grip, while Draco scrutinised before looking heavenward. Another check on his list of paybacks…
-oOo-
Before heading to the beach, the group was brought to a local food place and it's sheltered terrace. "Phew, some shade. This sun is scorching hot."
"Imagine being a hot-dog without sunscreen protection."
"A what exactly?"
"A sausage in a bun. Gawd, I have so much to teach you…" They enjoyed a seafood ceviche and bean fritters on the side, a welcome freshness instead of more elaborate and spicy dishes offered. The slight breeze helped cool their temperature to a more agreeable level.
"They forgot to say this thing was hot as hell." He kept drinking to flush the heated taste.
Between sips, she shoved a chunk of bread into his mouth, "Bread helps better than water against the feeling, Draco." His face was red flamed. "Don't need to cry, love. Mummy is here."
"Stop it witch, or I'll lay you over my lap and teach you some manners, in public or not."
"You're a funny guy today, for someone who's crying rivers from a hot sauce."
"My tongue is burning, show some compassion." He munched on a new piece of bread.
-oOo-
Using her dollars, a minor detail he hadn't thought of, Hermione got them a couple of loungers and an umbrella. Baking under the sun, in the middle of the day was not her favourite pastime; she always felt like a cooked lobster. Draco and his pale complexion would look way worse, despite the sunscreen.
She took her shirt and shorts off, and felt magically the top of her bikini enlarge, "Malfoy, what did you do?"
"What I promised, I told you those were mine alone to admire. I reduced the ogling to a minimum." Draco hid his wand in the hidden compartment of his denim shorts, which used to be long pants but got they fixed earlier by the brunette. He would melt with those, was her explanation.
Hermione reapplied some sun protector on her face, plus her legs and passed the tube to him.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Face and legs, Draco."
"I prefer your soft hands, mine are so calloused…" He gritted, watching her reduce the top to its original size, "Woman!"
"My body, my decision. You're not my husband to make demands."
"Aren't we exclusive?"
"We are friends with benefits, I'm not shackled to you. Adjust my bikini one more time, and you'll have to return to the boat with a bare bottom."
"A man tries to be a gentleman and protect the virtue of his girl."
"There you go again, Draco, I'm not your girl. I'm a free bird," She rose her shoulders, took her magazine out of her bag and relaxed, rolling her head before laying back.
"If that's the case, free bird, this free wizard is going to have a swim."
"Careful with the sharks, they love to snack on the appendages."
"Shouldn't you protect the goodies, then?" Draco stood before her, adding shadow to her legs.
"I'd find another one easily, I even brought a little buddy with me. Now be a nice bloke and step aside, I want my legs to tan."
Her dismissing hand was the last straw. Draco threw her magazine over his shoulder, took her in a fireman's hold and carried her to the water, under the loud cheering of men around. Without mercy, he threw her in the water and smiled as she stood up, coughing up water.
"This means war, Malfoy."
"This is my face of fear, Granger." He gave her a toothy smile. She threw him a wave of water at his head and ran off into the deep, giggling.
He ran after her, pulling her underwater and felt the retaliation in the shape of grabby hands dragging his trunks off his hips. "Hey, stop undressing me." Their water games resembled those of teenagers trying to outdo the other, often being Draco the one who sent her flying into the water and attacking once more to prevent her retaliation.
She rose her hands in surrender, belly hurting from the laughing and drinking a bit too much salt water. Without notice, they had gone deep into the shore; she barely had a foothold.
Draco swam towards her, held her tight against him. Setting his feet securely on the bottom for leverage, he kissed her unexpectedly. She reacted to the jolts of arousal and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist, grinding his hardening groin.
"You're playing with fire, don't forget that we have an audience."
The sensations were taking her common sense away; instead, she felt slightly horny, "My biggest problem is our lack of time, not the public. From where we stand, only someone with binoculars would see us." Hermione humped a few times more, threatening Draco to lose his balance.
"Woman, have you never enjoyed the pleasure of a quick shag?"
"With Ron? It was always a quick round between the sheets." She barely spoke the words, before his fingers were pushing the crotch away from her bottom, making room for his freed member. "Oh fuck, Draco."
"Never challenge me, if you can't handle the outcome. Now fuck the shit out of me, while I keep us both from drowning." Hermione didn't need to be told twice, using her thighs to ride his cock while his hands caressed her bum and puckered hole.
"Shit, do that again, Draco." A hand kept a solid grip on her behind, rubbing the little hole, while the other reached out and played with her clit. It set her on fire, but it didn't go fast enough for both. He sought a better footing and used his core strength to pump viciously.
Her abandonment and the knowledge of being out in the open turned his arousal into unknown heights. He increased the pressure on her clit, felt her graze her nipples against his chest and whispered, "Granger, I want to feel your cunt milk my cock. Let your pussy cum on my dick, love."
She moaned, searching for more friction, the thin cord about to snap. He pinched her nub and Hermione fell over the edge, muttering her moans on his wet skin; biting his shoulder.
It was all he could take, grounding her core against his groin and let his peak wash over him. Her body wrapped around his in a vice hold.
Draco smiled against her lips, between the hard intakes of breath. This surpassed his wettest fantasies. A quick glance at the beach assured him they weren't watched, and he returned his face to the creak in her neck.
Hermione let her legs slid down, fixing her bikini bottom with a hooked finger. The reality kicked in, once the heat dissipated, and she flushed hiding her face in turn on his neck.
"Don't go shy on me, we did nothing wrong, only a bit naughty." He smirked but rubbed her back soothingly, "Are you feeling good enough to return to our loungers?" He felt her nod. At a slow pace, they returned to their umbrella, unable to contain their grins.
Draco shifted their seats to lay next to her, both facing each other. At moments, Hermione would break into laughter, reliving their little one-on-one. "I'm sorry Draco, I'm not laughing at us, it's just I can't believe that I did this. I don't have voyeuristic tendencies, and look at me fucking out in the open sea, under the risk of being caught by a swimmer."
"I did nothing against my will. No way I would have allowed a swimmer to watch our moment." His hand caressed her side, non-stop. "We need to go back, the ship will be leaving soon."
"I'll remember Aruba from the weird stones, the natural bridge and our little shag in the water."
"I can think of worse things, actually." He was actively helping her adjust her bikini cover, draping her loose hair over her shoulders. Her blush was still visible, and it amused him.
He was planning on drawing this wicked side of hers more often, it appealed to his Slytherin.
Plus, he intended to repeat their intimate moment. There was a thing about her, he couldn't describe.
