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Day Sixteen
Hermione stretched out lazily, a moan escaping from deep. Her dream Draco was feasting on her perky nipples, tongue slithering around the rosy areola before licking and closing the lips around the tip. Watching his cheeks hollow under the pressure of the sucking, fed her arousal deeper. A pale hand kneaded the neglected breast and played with the bud at will, pinching, tweaking.
"Draco…"
The other hand was apparently giving her nether bud special attention. Flicking the finger over the top, pressing on a spot right above, drawing circles over the hardening spot. It was sizzling, it was drowning her. She could barely breathe.
"Yes, love?"
Her dream Draco sounded too real to be a fantasy. Slowly she opened one eye, then the second and stared straight into liquid grey. He was staring at her with a feral glare, not stopping a second from his ministrations. Nor at her breast or on her clit.
"Draco, no stop! I have my monthly, it's dirty down there."
"Relax, Hermione. Relax and let me take care of you..." Purring, he didn't give her the time to think it through, "Your clit… I want to set it on fire…" He rubbed it firmer, "Close your eyes and feel, love…"
Releasing the nipple with a pop, he moved slightly up to possess her mouth in a searing kiss, consuming the moans she couldn't withhold, "That's it, princess. Give me everything." She rubbed her thighs together out of instinct, locking his hand between them. The waves of pleasure subduing the awkwardness of being touched down there at this point of her cycle.
"Draco…"
He felt her torment, "Shhttt, princess. I don't care about a little blood, nothing our wands can't clean, love." She jerked, breath in hitches. He was robbing her of her senses, lips nearly touching each other, breathing in each other's air. Her fingers raked through his hair, clenching around the strands, as the fire pooled around her abdomen, roaring to explode in a fury of heat.
His name her mantra, "Draco… I can't…Draco please…"
"What do you need, love?"
"You, I want more of you, your fingers aren't enough… shit oh gawd, holy Jesus, it's so dirty down there…"
He ate her following mewls, while both hands did quick work of her knickers and his own trunks. Entering her quim felt like coming home, his guttural grunt consumed by her lips. This witch, who conceded to the pleasure he gave her, made him forget the reason why he denied others similar moments. He wanted to bring her over the edge because it mattered. Somehow it mattered, and he gave zero fucks about searching for the reason. Her pleasure by his hands and cock were paramount.
A feminine leg was pushed into the air, while the thumb kept rubbing her clit, increasing the pressure completely attuned to her shudders. He rutted into her, the instinct taking over the conscious. Draco was a possessed man suckling her mounds or biting her lip before shoving his tongue in her mouth and tasting every corner.
His initial plan was to repay her late-night gift with an early morning orgasm, but that plan shattered to pieces. She was so close that he could feel her climb to the peak by the way she clenched around him. Her mewling about her God and the Jesus bloke, followed by multiple curses - all whispered in his ear - fired in him the will to make her drown.
Draco changed into a brutal pace, and she welcomed it until no more was possible. She cried, tensing around his body, while he kept pumping into her channel, searching for his point of no return. Hermione grasped him tightly, bit in his shoulder and felt him fall, hips jerking at every pulse. Burying himself in her. Consuming once more her mouth, as a taken man.
Calming down took time. His weight pressed her body into the mattress, keeping them linked until he softened inside of her and slipped. Even then, she forced him to stay on top of her, hands rubbing his neck and shoulders.
Minds cleared from the fog and her embarrassment kicked in with a vengeance, "Draco, oh shit this feels so dirty."
Tired of hearing her complaints, he picked her up, dragged her under the shower and cleaned her thoroughly with the showerhead, "Now it's all cleaned again." He sprayed himself, flushing the red spots away from his skin and the tuft of blond hair at his groin. "This is nature's doing its job, not some ugly disease, woman."
"I don't feel comfortable, and Ron hated it."
"I don't give a shit about it. Don't deny yourself pleasure because of something so natural as your monthly. Plus I forbid you to ever compare me to the Weasel, either. It takes a man to deal with this, not an overgrown rat."
She took her loofah lathered it and rubbed it over his chest, grabbing an arm at the time to give also the limb her attention, "I understand the specifics of my cycle, I only don't feel comfortable sharing it with a man."
"Noted." He turned his back to her, making it easier to give him a decent scrub.
"Did you service Pansy or Daphne likewise?"
"No."
"Care to explain why you have with me but not with them?" Hermione squatted, to wash his muscled legs, foot included. The devil had quite a good looking body, from where she was standing. He wasn't entirely immune to her glances if she was to go by how certain parts were reacting.
Draco took over the sponge, to return the favour with more gentleness than her ministrations, not that he complained. A good rub did miracles. "Hmm. I can't."
"Can't or won't?"
"Let's keep it at this: the level of intimacy between me and them, or me and you is a world of difference. I see no purpose in searching for the reason at this point." He learned her weak points as well as she had with his. At the moment, the feeling of hunger was overriding his growing arousal. "Tell me again, what are the plans for today?"
"I don't know yours, I'm attending bingo today. Aside from that, nothing else." The last rinse of her hair and she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her head and body. To her surprise, no red spots were to be found on the white sheets. Draco had vanished all the evidence of their coupling just seconds before.
"You spoke of tennis." There was something about watching her comb her hair, the curls appearing as it dried in the air. "Don't you want to share that new experience?"
"I suck at it."
"Makes it more interesting, something the great Hermione Granger can't do properly." He rubbed his scruff, "I'm popping next door for a shave and a fresh change…"
"Skip the shave, I like the scruff." She scratched the chin slightly, "Gives you a more masculine look."
He puffed his chest, "I'll do as the lady says." A quick peck on the lips, "Only need five before we head to breakfast, will you be ready by then?"
Hermione was already braiding her hair, "I'm quite hungry… all these early morning workouts are quite exhausting."
-oOo-
Hermione took a painkiller outside his knowledge, hugs don't help against cramps no matter his claims. It charmed her though, how he spent the whole day being more touchy than before, an arm rub here, an unexpected embrace there. Not one soul would believe her if she told them that Draco Malfoy could be considerate.
Her bingo afternoon went in a very unexpected way, down the gutter.
Draco felt bored to pieces, amongst all the grey-haired people attendance. She tried to single out his annoyment to enjoy her activity, but the number of sighs, mindless drawing on the paper and mocking of a few overdramatic women upon their bingo moment became too much to bear. The first drama queen scared the poor blond almost out of his seat; if Hermione was honest enough, that level of hysteria was over the edge to her as well.
From then on, there was no stopping at the wizard who decided to mock everyone discreetly, to amuse himself: cheering the winners, throwing his arms in the air, punching a fist, applauding at the prize. It basically killed her buzz.
After the sixth, she stood up, kicked him in the foot and demanded that he follow her out of the room, "I'm not doing bingo with you again."
"This is fucking boring, Granger." He showed her both palms, "Crossing off numbers on a big square, and yelling until others ears are numb because you won a tube of shampoo…"
She roared in laughter, "It wasn't even such a special brand, if it had been from Crabtree & Evelyn I would have understood…" Hermione elaborated after a confused frown, "One of my favourite London's brands, their scents are so good…"
"Whatever…" The brunette grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bow of the ship, steering between the people. Leaning over the railing she watched the trail of water left behind, "Isn't it amazing? How a mastodon of a boat like this can carry over three thousand people, without the help of magic and yet not sink?"
"Didn't you tell me about that sinking vessel?"
"The Titanic you mean? The movie is so romantic, Draco. Quite a pumped up story, yes, but the core was true to the historical event. The crew saw the iceberg too late to avoid the collision, and it sank a few hours later. The main problem was there weren't enough lifeboats for everyone, and on the top, they were only filled by half of their capacity." Her eyes went to the yellow lifeboats nicely hidden from the public eye, but still easily accessed in case of need, "Imagine a lifeboat filled for half of it with Purebloods only, and no half-bloods or muggle-borns because they are from a lower class. Oh, I almost forgot, only women and children first!"
"Wait, you mean only Malfoy's, Parkinson's and the Nott's from our wizarding society…"
"But only your mother, Pansy and her mother…"
"Why?"
"At the time they considered the Titanic as unsinkable… male arrogance and misjudgement. A serious miscalculation which cost more than a thousand lives. Plus we are speaking early 1900's where the difference between social classes was bigger than now."
"My father and I…"
"You wouldn't have died, you cunning snakes would have found a way to preserve the mighty family blood." She said it laughing, yet Draco saw the truth in her words. "I wouldn't have had a chance, and Ron probably either as he would not be able to afford such an expensive ticket at the time. I'm speaking pre-war financial situation, much has changed since the War."
It gave him room for thought, the accuracy was undeniable, "Can it still happen? A Titanic kind of accident?"
"They have made serious alterations to the maritime laws, I believe, following the accident. They are now obliged to have rescue possibilities for each passenger and crew member, plus such ships are full of technology onboard to spot icebergs miles ahead, and other things…" She shrugged, "I don't worry, the chances of sinking on a ship are similar to that of crashing in an aeroplane. Or you falling off your broomstick."
"I don't fall off my broom, witch." The pride of a flyer rose to the surface.
"Oh, I forgot I'm standing next to Superman." She patted his chest, "Let's find something to do, your ego is inflating."
*Hermione*
It took her much energy to kick him out of her room at night; having Draco following her all day or making her follow him was overwhelming. It needed some convincing, but in the end, he abided by her wishes and went to sleep in his room next door.
During the afternoon they settled for a new adventure on their upcoming port stop, Huatulco, Mexico. He kept working on her mood to go for something energising, he wanted some adrenaline, not boring experiences such as shopping or bird watching. That's for the bingo-folks… Her angry face told him exactly what she thought of his statement, and he withdrew for a few seconds, only a few.
Hermione gave up. He insisted that she would accompany him, to avoid early ageing, on a mountain bike venture of two hours followed by relaxing at a beach club and using a beach club hotel pool for a nice swim.
She planned on skipping the swim altogether and discovering the town centre for a stroll and souvenir shopping. He might dislike it, but now and then, she liked to relax this way too.
Tackling the issue when it came was better than undergoing a Malfoy fit against her decision and Hermione kept her choice a secret. He will find out tomorrow anyway.
It was time for a new painkiller, the cramps were getting uncomfortable. To the point that she almost knocked on Draco's door for a cuddle. The git knows how to make it bearable.
-oOo-
*Draco*
It didn't suit him well to be shoved away from her room.
He felt so frustrated that he went to search for some entertainment in one of the many bars, slamming his first scotch faster than planned.
"Hello, darling, in need of some company?" A busty blond took the empty seat, not bothering with waiting for his consent. "I would like a Bloody Mary, please."
He smelled the vulture tricks miles away on this bint and ignored her obvious plea for a free drink. He had decided to stay exclusive, and he was going to remain truthful even if said witch shoved him out of her room. It didn't suit him at all.
"What's your name, stud?"
"Malone." He checked her out, the aged look of her skin showed the signs of too much sun and the abuse of make-up. Take the greasepaint away, and a bloke's willy will flatten at first sight.
"Where's your girlfriend?"
"In the room, she wasn't feeling well." Hermione was dearly missed, the claws of the vulture's nails dug holes in his thighs, dangerously close to his family jewels. He shifted in his seat in search of relief and freedom.
"How dare she leave a man like you unattended… If you were my man, I wouldn't let you out of my sight."
"Lady, I'll be as polite as possible, I'm not interested." He gave her a stare which would make his father proud.
"Honey, you don't know what you're missing…" The hand rose instead, frustrating him even more.
"Will you be so kind to keep your paws off of my boyfriend?" The dry statement came from behind them, Draco's eyes widened of relief. The offending hand was swatted with a pissed off gesture. "Shoo!"
Both women engaged in a battle of stares, won by Hermione because Draco pulled her to him, rubbing her arse obviously. The blonde dropped off with a visible loathing.
"You're my hero, love. The vulture didn't understand the no I was sending." Her irritation wasn't towards him - thank Merlin for that - but he could see underneath the anger, also her unease. "Do you need me?"
"I come to ask you for one of those low back rubs you gave me this afternoon, the painkiller is only helping by half."
"Do you know what helps better?"
"Yes, I do. But please, no sex again. I'm tired, tomorrow is a very intense day again, and I want to sleep more than anything."
"If I'm allowed to share your bed…" The nagging in her belly was more annoying than his request. She shrugged in agreement.
He followed her into her room because she made a valid point about possible hygienic needs. Straddling her, he used a warming charm for his hands and used his magical fingers, kneading on certain spots on her spine he knew to relax the pain. He had stumbled by accident on this practice when Pansy once begged him to rub a sore spot. He perfected it to the point that his best friend implored him every month during their school years, as it helped better than any potion available. Her own words.
As it turned out, Pansy was right, if he read Hermione's moans of relief correctly. The brunette becoming putty under his hands. Her breath evened. "Hermione?" His answer was lightly snoring.
He moved away, tucking her under the sheet, before making himself comfortable at her side. In her sleep, she scooted towards him, settling into using him as a pillow with a sigh of content. Draco didn't mind. He was getting used to this.
Note to my reader Dindore: I think your aversion about Pretty Woman might have clouded your overall judgement of the last chapter. I'm a woman with agency but I can enjoy a cheesy movie so now and then, it's from this point of view that I think Hermione would love it either. But I see it also from your point of view. Thank you anyway for the support!
