The Scar.
In Draco Malfoy's penthouse apartment the sexual tension was bubbling as Draco entertained his new girlfriend, Hermione Granger. Draco and Hermione had been dating for nearly a month, following their recent graduation from Hogwarts. The pair had actually gotten closer during their last year at Hogwarts, but with exams and the pressure of leaving school and entering the wizarding world as adults, nothing had happened between them back then. However they'd now been left Hogwarts several months and they'd both settled into jobs, so when they'd bumped into each other a few weeks earlier it seemed like the perfect time to act on their attraction.
For the previous month, the pair had enjoyed several dates, but their current date had extra meaning. Right from the off the sexual tension between the pair had been strong, but not wanting to rush into anything, they'd refrained from doing more than heavy petting and heated snogging. But when Draco suggested they had a quiet night in at his penthouse they both knew that sex was on the menu.
Sure enough once dinner was over the pair retired to the front room, with its large windows offering spectacular sights of London. However, the view was the last thing on either of their minds as they settled down on Draco's large white sofa with a glass of wine each. For a while they continued to just chat as they'd been doing over dinner, but before long their wine was neglected on the glass coffee table and they were engaged in their usual heated kissing session.
Kissing soon progressed into something more, and eager hands tore at the other's clothing. Draco's deep blue shirt was the first to go, revealing his flawless, toned torso. Then went Hermione's flimsy purple top, leaving her in a sexy purple and black silk bra. When Draco then removed Hermione's skirt, he found she was wearing a pair of matching purple and black silk knickers.
"Very nice," he said admiringly in a low voice.
"I'm glad you approve," Hermione replied with a chuckle.
"But I bet you look even better out of them," Draco added, giving Hermione a wicked smirk.
"Why don't you find out," Hermione teased, beckoning Draco to come closer.
Not needing a second invitation, Draco swept down on Hermione, and pinning her underneath his larger frame, he reconnected their lips as his hands ran over her body. Not wanting to rush, Draco took his time exploring Hermione's body with his hands and mouth as he slowly stripped her of her sexy lingerie set. While Draco was exploring Hermione's body, she wasn't exactly idle and her small hands were hungrily exploring Draco's body.
Hermione yanked the zipper down on Draco's trousers, and when her hand slid into the gap she'd created and rubbed against his boxers, the blond let out a low groan. Smirking at the sounds she could produce out of her boyfriend, Hermione snuck her hand inside his boxers and wrapped it around his hard appendage.
"Damn, Hermione," Draco muttered, his hot breath tickling Hermione's ear as he let out a low growl as Hermione's hands continued to tease him. "You're a tease."
"You're the tease," Hermione retorted, arching herself up slightly so her bare breasts brushed against Draco's chest. "You're still hiding yourself away. If I can't see you, I'll have to feel you."
Chuckling slightly as he realised what Hermione wanted, Draco gave her a lingering kiss before he pushed himself off her and got to his feet. When he looked back and found Hermione sprawled naked on his sofa, he briefly forgot why he'd stood up, but the throbbing in his trousers reminded him. Giving Hermione a wicked smirk he slid his trousers down his legs. Loving the fact that Hermione was watching him such a lust filled expression, Draco teasingly pulled his black boxers down his legs.
Hermione licked her lips appreciatively as Draco exposed himself to her eyes. They'd done enough for her to know he wasn't lacking in the trouser department, so she wasn't disappointed in the sight that greeted her. Draco was rather impressive fully clothed, but he was breath-taking when he was naked.
"Like what you see?" Draco teased as he slowly turned around to give Hermione a complete view of him in all his glory.
Hermione's eyes devoured the sight as Draco turned around in front of her. As he turned, she noticed a vivid scar on his left buttock and idly wondered what had happened. However, Draco's scar was soon forgotten as her boyfriend returned to the sofa and they carried on with what they'd been doing.
For the next couple of hours, the couple were lost in each other as they made love for the first time. As expected, given the strong attraction between the pair, the sex was very memorable and ranked as the best either of them had ever had. After a very decent work out, the couple finally collapsed onto the sofa together, needing a rest before they could engage in further fun. The pair were so exhausted, they didn't even have the energy to move to Draco's bedroom. Instead they remained on the sofa, entangled in a naked heap.
As they recovered and got their breath back, Hermione's hands absently wandered over Draco's body, where they eventually fell to his backside. As she stroked his firm backside, her fingers traced over a slightly raised part of his skin and suddenly remembered his scar.
"How did you get the scar?" She asked as her fingers continued to trail over his backside.
"Do you really need to hear the story?" Draco asked with a grimace.
"Sorry, you don't have to tell me if it brings back bad memories," Hermione replied, feeling guilty for prying.
"It's just embarrassing," Draco confessed with a sheepish smile as he propped himself up on his elbow so he could face Hermione properly.
"Embarrassing is good," Hermione replied with a mischievous smirk.
"It might be for you, but not for me," Draco protested. "We're just starting out, and now you want me to tell you the most embarrassing story of my life."
"Wow, now I'm really intrigued," Hermione chuckled. Reaching down onto the floor she picked up Draco's shirt and slid it on, just fastening a few buttons to cover herself up slightly.
"Ugh, I'm going to have to tell you now, aren't I?" Draco grumbled.
"Not if you don't want to," Hermione replied, giving Draco a pitiful smile.
"Okay, but let me just remind you that when I was younger I was an idiot," Draco said as he sat up next to Hermione and quickly pulled on his boxers. "I was also easily led astray by certain people."
"Let's guess, Blaise is involved in this story somehow," Hermione laughed. Blaise Zabini was Draco's best friend, and he was a larger than life wizard who had a knack for finding trouble.
"He's not just involved, he's the reason for the scar," Draco replied. "This goes back to the summer before sixth year and Blaise's mother had a new boyfriend. They went off to Italy on holiday, and Blaise didn't want to be alone so he dragged me along with him. Now Blaise's mother isn't exactly the parental type at the best of times, but when she's got a man in her life, she's downright neglectful."
"Basically, you and Blaise were two sixteen year old wizards in Italy with no supervision," Hermione concluded.
Draco nodded. "Precisely. As you can imagine, we went a bit wild. We went out drinking and met a few girls, things like that. Anyway, Blaise then had the bright idea that we should get tattoos."
"Tattoos at sixteen?" Hermione fronded. "What sort of tattoo place would give underage wizards tattoos?"
"It's surprising what a few galleons can do," Draco replied with a shrug. "Anyway, Blaise found a place where we paid a little extra for them to turn a blind eye to our ages. Since we were underage, we didn't want anyone spotting our tattoos so we decided to get them on our arses."
"As you do." Hermione snorted with laughter at the thought of Draco and Blaise getting tattoos on their backside. "Just don't say they were matching ones?"
"Of course not," Draco replied in indignation. "Mine was a dragon, while Blaise got a snake."
"So what happened?" Hermione asked. "All you've got is a scar."
"My father happened," Draco muttered darkly. "To be honest after a couple of months I never gave the tattoo a second thought, and by Christmas I'd practically forgotten about it. Anyway, one morning over Christmas break I'd just gotten out of the shower when my father came into my bedroom. He doesn't normally come into my room without knocking, so I was standing stark naked in the middle of the room."
"And he spotted the tattoo," Hermione guessed, holding back her laughter as she pictured the scene.
"He did," Draco confirmed. "And he went ballistic. He was fuming that I'd gotten a tattoo at such a young age, and he warned me there and then that I would be having it removed. I tried to argue, but he threatened to go and get Mother, and I was not going to show my mother my bare backside."
"I'm sure Narcissa has seen your backside before," Hermione remarked.
"Yeah, when I was a baby, I've grown a bit since then," Draco retorted, giving Hermione a knowing smirk. "So obviously there was no way I was going to let that happen."
"So you let Lucius remove the tattoo?" Hermione asked.
"I wish," Draco muttered. "That's what I expected to happen, but father wanted to punish me some more so he took me to a professional tattoo and scar removal specialist. I had to lie there, backside on full display, while this bloke I'd never met before removed a tattoo from my arse."
"Embarrassing," Hermione said with a laugh. She could just imagine how mortified Draco would have been by the entire incident. "But that doesn't explain the scar if that bloke was a professional."
"Father's last lesson," Draco said with a sigh. "He wanted me to never forget what an idiot I'd been so he told the wizard to leave a noticeable scar. Now I'm beginning to think it was for moments like these. Now I have to explain my scar to witches I get naked with."
"You can't tell me I'm the first witch you've slept with since you've had the tattoo removed," Hermione protested. "Did no-one else ask about the scar?"
"Yeah, a couple did but I brushed them off," Draco replied with a shrug.
"Then why tell me?" Hermione asked. "Why didn't you just make up an excuse, or tell me to mind my own business."
"I'm serious about you, Hermione, and I want you to know everything," Draco replied earnestly. "Even if it is very embarrassing," he added with a chuckle.
Hermione smiled at the gesture. Even though they'd only been together a few weeks, it was nice to know that Draco was serious about her and didn't want to hide anything from her. Hermione hoped it meant they had a long future ahead of them, and that everything would work out between them.
"Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me," Hermione said as she leant forward and connected her lips with Draco's. "And I promise, I won't tell a soul."
"Thank you," Draco replied with a relieved smile. "Can you just imagine the stick Potter and Weasley would give me if they knew I'd once had a dragon tattoo on my backside? Somethings are better left in the past."
"We've all done stupid things in our youth," Hermione reassured Draco.
"I doubt anything you've ever done is as stupid as getting a tattoo on your arse," Draco snorted.
"True, I don't think I can top that," Hermione chuckled.
"Do you think we can drop the subject now?" Draco asked pleadingly.
"I might be persuaded," Hermione said slyly as she unbuttoned the buttons on the shirt she was wearing. "Do you think you can persuade me, Draco?"
"I'm sure I can manage it," Draco replied with a grin as he pulled Hermione into his arms and crashed his lips against hers.
Five minutes later, tattoos were well and truly forgotten about as the couple moved into Draco's bedroom, where they spent the rest of the night making use of his king size bed. Of course the subject of Draco's tattoo came up over the years when Hermione wanted to taunt the blond wizard, but on a whole they barely mentioned the incident from Draco's past.