AN: another short chapter. SMUT warning as well. Enjoy!
The next morning Ronald strolled into the dining room for breakfast. It was well past ten in the morning so the rest of the group was walking through the garden. As Ronald entered the dining room he found Draco standing in the room staring at him.
"Why are you not with the others?" Ronald asked, his eyes narrowing on Draco.
"You and I needed to have a conversation," he replied walking slowly towards him.
"I do not see why you and I would require a conversation together," Ronald folded his hands across his chest. Draco was silent as he continued to walk towards Ronald. When he came within two feet of the red head he grabbed both his arms and threw him against the wall, pinning his arms to his side. Ronald tried to force Draco off him but could not match the strength of his adversary.
"Now you listen carefully Ronald," Draco spoke just above a whisper, his normal silver eyes a steel gray. "I heard what you did to Hermione. If you ever come near my wife again, I will kill you. My father was a death eater, I know many ways to make you suffer." He emphasized his point by slamming Ronald against the wall a second time. He released Ronald, who sagged to the floor. Draco took a step back from him. Walking to the door, Draco turned back to Ronald who stayed on the floor.
"Leave, and never return here again." He paused for a moment then a smirk formed on his lips. "I suppose I should thank you though, Ronald. After your attack on Hermione, she ran to my bed." Draco walked out the door, not bothering to look back.
After a large luncheon outside their houseguests returned to their respective homes. Harry insisted on taking Ginevra and Luna back to their homes. Hermione waved to the coaches as they traveled down the road from the house before returning inside the house.
"What should we do now that the house is empty?" Draco purred into Hermione's ear, wrapping his hands around her waist. She smiled, leaning into her husband.
"I am not sure, did you have something in mind?" Draco began trailing kisses behind Hermione's ear and down her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed. Draco's hand slid up her body to caress her breast. She suddenly broke away from his grasp. A smirk spread across her face as she turned and ran up the staircase. Draco quickly followed behind, almost crashing into her at the entrance to his bedroom.
Their lips were attached to one another as Draco shut the door behind them. Her hands were running across his clothing, trying to find access to his skin. His hands made quick work of the buttons on her dress, leaving her in a few petticoats and a shift. She whined in protest at his clothing. She could feel his smirk on his lips. They broke apart and Draco removed his jacket and vest. He pulled his white shirt out from his pants and wrapped his arms back around Hermione. They continued to kiss passionately in the center of his room. She dragged her fingernails down his chest, he hissed in response.
They quickly lost the rest of their clothes and managed to make it to the bed. Hermione hissed as Draco filled her in one quick stroke. His pace was much faster than the previous night. Hermione fell quickly into oblivion with Draco falling two strokes later. He collapsed next to his wife, both of them panting hard.
"What was the rush?" Draco asked through panting breaths.
"I could share you no longer," she smirked. "Was it not to your liking?"
"I did not say that."