Title: I haven't been able to think of a title, I need some Ideas!
Author: chocolateveela
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Word Count: 451
Notes/Warning: A Happy drabble kind of. Draco is so easy to mess with...
No answer.
"Draco, we can't talk about it if you won't let me in."
"Shit, Hermione, I do not want to talk about it. I want to forget it. Actually, can you slide my wand under the door? I need to Obliviate myself."
She stifled a laugh.
"Draco, that's ridiculous… And talking through this bloody door is ridiculous. Can you please come out?"
There was a long pause before Hermione finally heard the shuffling of feet. She could even catch bits of mumbling as he edged closer to the door.
At last, Draco emerged from the bathroom. He wore a blue dressing gown tied loosely about his waist. His chest was bared, revealing his pale torso with a trail of light blond hair disappearing under the belt of the gown.
He wearily ran a hand through his disheveled hair and refused to meet Hermione's eyes.
"Draco?" she said softly. "Honey, this is nothing to be ashamed about. We hadn't seen each other in three weeks. I was happy to see you too. I'm sure loads of men have—"
Suddenly, Draco looked at her, his eyes wide.
"Please be quiet! Why do you insist on talking about it? That should not have happened to me." He swiftly strode over to the bed and removed his gown.
Heat rushed to her face and she knew she was sporting twin red blotches on her cheeks as she watched Draco angrily throw his gown over the settee. She simply would not allow his petulant pouting to ruin the first time she could make love to her husband in three weeks. Oblivious to Hermione's reaction to his sudden nudity, Draco snuffed out the candle and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over his head.
He tensed as he felt Hermione's warm body press against his backside.
"Hermione, I'm not in the mood right now. I'm sure I won't be ever again."
In reply, Hermione crushed her breasts flush against his back. He felt the distinct pressure of their distended tips as she shifted causing a delicious friction.
"I don't know," she said, reaching around and resting her hand on his chest. She slowly let her hand travel down his body, over the blond trail of soft hair and along the shaft of his penis. Almost immediately, he began to grow in her hand.
Draco licked his lips and bit back a moan when she squeezed him. Encouraged, she held him firmly and gave him a long, slow, tortuous stroke.
She leaned in close, and whispered, her lips pressed against his ear, "I have mighty powers of persuasion."
A/N: Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing. It seems I've gotten carried away with drabbles. But I haven't been forgotten about my other stories, just have writer's block, or regular laziness, it's debatable. Thanks again! and remember every time you review, an Angel gets his wings...or something.