A/N: Overwhelmed, am I, at the really positive feedback for chapter 13! I psyched myself into receiving a roasting over a one hundred percent Blastoria chapter, and what do you readers do? You really enjoy it! Thank you, everyone.

Draco's eyebrows both went up when he read the email on his phone. He passed it to Hermione.

She squirmed a little as she read Astoria's message and frowned at the source of her distraction, which happened to be a gorgeous blonde, blue-eyed male who was applying his tongue to one of her breasts.

She sped-read to the end and dropped the phone on the bed, just as his lips closed around her nipple. 'Wow,' she breathed.

'Thank you.'

'Not you,' she smirked. 'That was extremely brave of Astoria.'

'Yeah,' he agreed. 'To be honest, I didn't think she was capable of making such a gesture. I'm happy that I was wrong.'

'I'd have to ban you from Court, you know,' she murmured. 'You'd be much too distracting for me to get any work done.'

'You mean I can't sit under your table and eat you out?'

She snorted. 'How would you like it if I contorted myself between your legs on the flight deck of a plane and gave you a blow job?'

He sighed happily. 'My ultimate dream. The autopilot won't mind.'

She giggled, then moaned. 'Your First Officer might,' she murmured.

'He'd probably be cool with it.'

She gasped. He was definitely too distracting by half. 'What percentage of an average flight do pilots use autopilot for, anyway?'

He looked up. 'Ninety-five to ninety-nine percent.'

She sat up in shock. 'What the hell?'

He smirked. 'Can I take a photo of your expression?'

'No, you bloody well can not! What on earth do you get paid for?'

He raised a blonde eyebrow. 'Do you really want me to tell you?'

She thought back to their jaunt in the Baron, when he tried to explain what a TITS check was. She pursed her lips. 'Er, no, thank you. I'll assume it's terribly important stuff.'

'Good girl.' Suddenly, he dropped south, catching Hermione unawares.

'Don't you think it's time we got up oh my GOD!' she squealed, just as his lips closed on her clitoris.

He smiled. She might like to stay in bed a little longer.

While Draco was in the shower, Hermione accessed the Kaplan QLTS website and brought up the page on sitting the Qualified Lawyers Transfer Scheme. There was a deadline coming up in a few weeks that she had to register by if she wanted to sit the assessment. She made a note of it on her phone and closed down the page.

She propped her head in her hands and thought.

Moving to a new country… it's such a big step. Especially without work lined up.

On the other hand, lots of people come from overseas to work as solicitors in the UK. She herself knew of a couple of people from Vancouver who came over. One worked in London.

Where would she live?

Draco would insist she live with him.

But is that wise? So soon?

He said he loved her. She was pretty sure of it.

She was too exhausted to do more than breathe at the time, and fell asleep in the plane on the way home. By the time she felt human again, she wondered if she had imagined it, and she was too hesitant to raise it with him. He hadn't brought it up again.

She sighed and leaned back in the chair.

She needed someone to talk to.

Isabelle and Petunia sat in the manor's kitchen, pondering Hermione's dilemmas.

'Well, darling,' Isabelle chirped, 'I hardly know where to begin! But when in doubt, I always start with the juiciest bit first. Draco told you he loved you?'

'I'm almost certain, yes.'

Isabelle raised a delicate eyebrow. ''Almost certain?' Did he stutter when trying to say the words?' She laughed. 'How deliciously endearing!'

'No,' Hermione grinned, 'we were up in his plane. I was, um, distracted. By the noise.'

Isabelle shrugged. 'Well, check with him!'

Hermione grimaced into her tea. 'How?'

'Easy! Watch me!' Isabelle leaned down into Petunia's soulful eyes. 'Draco, darling, in the plane I thought you told me that you loved me, but I couldn't hear you very well. Is it true?'

Petunia yawned.

Whew!' Isabelle screwed up her nose at the influx of doggy breath.

Hermione laughed. 'Very pragmatic.'

'Never a good idea to be indirect with the boys, darling.'

'But all this time's passed.'

'Only more time will pass unless you get on with it now.' Isabelle pointed out.

Hermione conceded.

'Excellent!' Isabelle beamed. 'What's next?'

'Where I would live if I moved over. I love him too, but my gut tells me it's too soon to live together.'

'I agree with you,' Isabelle said firmly. 'Acting in haste and repenting in leisure sounds like a rather apt description of our marriage. Find a flat near where you'll be working – once you find work – and shag his brains out on certain evenings or on the weekends. When he's home. Review the situation in a few months' time.'

When he's home.

Hermione put her tea cup down and looked at it pensively.

'What's up, doll?'

Hermione bit her lip. 'His job.'

'Ah. All the travelling to different countries, surrounded by beautiful women, having an itch that desperately needs scratching, ease of finding anonymous hook-ups… that sort of thing?'

Hermione swallowed and nodded.

Isabelle pulled a biscuit of its pack. 'Can't help you there, I'm afraid, love,' she said sympathetically. 'You need to trust him. If there's any doubt in your heart, then…'

She crunched her biscuit.

Hermione thought back to her conversation with Draco the afternoon she met Isabelle. He said he'd changed. She believed him.

So, why is doubt creeping in now? Is it nerves from uprooting my life and trucking it over here, or is it something else?

'A pity we can't test his resolve,' Hermione said half-jokingly.

Isabelle agreed. 'Someone should develop an app for that.'

Her gaze fell on the kitchen's immense fridge, where an invitation was flapping slowly in a breeze let in by the open windows. She sat up straight. 'Actually…' she looked at Hermione craftily.

She was instantly on the alert. 'What?' she asked suspiciously.

'There might be a way to do it. A bit convoluted, of course, but that's always the way with these things, darling.'

'Er, you're not going to throw yourself at him, are you? I mean, I appreciate the sacrifice, but' -

Isabelle laughed. 'Lord, no! I've got my eye on a certain someone, who, with luck, will be at this event on Saturday.' She took down the invitation from the fridge and passed it over to Hermione. 'Here's what I suggest…'

The plan sounded plausible in Isabelle's kitchen, but Hermione's old friend Doubt joined her on the way back to the hangar.

He'll never go for it.

But if he does, I hope he'll forgive me afterwards.

She found Draco in his study with his headphones on, concentrating on his monitor. She tiptoed over to the desk and smirked when she saw he was playing a war RPG.

He took off the headphones and smiled. 'Hey, beautiful.'

'Working hard?' she grinned, leaning on a corner of his still-messy desk to kiss him.

'I only just started it, I swear,' he protested with innocent eyes. 'How was coffee with Izzy?'

'Great,' she replied. 'In fact, she's invited us to come along to an event that one of the locals is having at their manor on Saturday. A summer solstice-cum-fundraising racket for the terribly deprived children of somewhere.'

He rolled his eyes and pretended to stick his finger down his throat.

She gave him a friendly shove. 'Isabelle says the locals ask after you all the time but you never go to these things.'

'Yeah, with good reason.'

'Oh, well,' she said lightly. 'I would have quite liked to have popped along, to see how the other half live.'

'I'm sure Izzy would love to take you with her.'

Gah. Irritating man. She pulled a face. 'She's got her eye on someone. I'm afraid I'd end up being a third wheel.' She pouted. 'With no-one to talk to.'

Draco smirked. 'I know what you're trying to do.'

'What?' Hermione asked, alarmed.

He smiled at her. 'We'll go together. Sound good?'

Oh, thank God. 'Sounds great!' she grinned, leaning over to kiss him. 'Um, but there's one little problem…'

'I can't imagine what it would be,' he commented cynically.

'No dress,' she said dolefully. 'I'll need to go shopping.'

His eyes gleamed. 'Dress shopping, you say? In London?'

'Probably. Why?'

'Accompanying women on shopping trips is a little hobby of mine,' he said, getting up from his chair and drawing Hermione into his arms.

She looked at him, astounded. 'You've got to be joking.'

He laughed. 'I like watching women try clothes on. I imagine how they'll look as they fall from their naked body and pool on the floor.'

She shook her head in disbelief. This man can't be for real.

'Are you offering to carry my bags then?' she asked, standing up on tip-toes.

He kissed her slowly. 'I would be honoured. And horny.'

She pressed up against his jeans. 'You're horny now,' she grinned.

'Almost a permanent condition with you around.'

They kissed hungrily.

'Where haven't we done it yet?' she whispered.

'In here.'

She glanced at his bomb-site of a desk. 'Not until you clean that up!'

He groaned. 'What about the kitchen?' he suggested instead.

'Good idea.'

Hermione learned first-hand that marble kitchen benches are cold on bare skin. She yelped as Draco picked her up and placed her on the kitchen island, laying her naked body on the surface so he could part her legs and drink from her body. But either her body quickly accommodated to the marble, or it accommodated to her, because within seconds she was far beyond caring about feeling cold. She just leant on her elbows and watched the fall of his blonde hair over his forehead as he speared his tongue in and around her pussy.

She felt her body tingle and build in heat and she collapsed back against the marble surface again, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how the hell did she get so lucky. Her thighs started to tremble – a sign Draco knew meant that she was close to coming. Moaning, Hermione clutched his hair on her fist and ground his face hard into her cunt, something she'd never done before, but she needed it, needed him, so badly. Excited, Draco lashed at her clitoris with his tongue before working two fingers into her wet channel.

Hermione's orgasm almost came out of nowhere, at a speed and intensity that nearly had her bouncing off the bench. She cried out in agonising bliss as her orgasm tore through her body, and she cried out 'Oh my God, I love' –

Shocked, she abruptly sat up and covered her mouth with her hand.

Concerned, Draco left the apex of her legs and stood up. 'What's wrong?' he asked. His eyes widened. 'Did I hurt you?'

She shook her head and tried to smile. 'I'm fine.' She took a breath and bravely met his deep blue eyes. Come on! she berated herself. He said it; you can say it. 'I…'

Oh, God.

'I wanted to say that I love you.'

She finished the last word on a whisper and looked down at – oh Lord, such nakedness everywhere. She pressed cool fingers to her heated cheeks.

Draco stilled.

When she heard no response, Hermione cringed. I must have misheard him on the plane, she thought, humiliated. She closed her eyes. 'I know it's really early days, but' –

Two strong, warm arms wrapped around her body and pulled her in tight against his. 'Who cares about how many days it's been?' he whispered into her hair. 'I love you, too. I told you on the plane, but I wasn't sure if you heard…'

'I wasn't sure I heard it either, to be honest,' she smiled.

'Wow.' Draco grinned and gathered up her curls, tilting her face so they could kiss. 'We have a few things to talk about.'

She smiled into his warm chest. 'True.'

Suddenly, she found herself scooped into Draco's arms and carried out of the kitchen. 'Where are we going?' she asked, confused.

He headed to the master bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Their bed, shortly, if he had anything to do with it. 'It didn't feel right to shag each other on the kitchen bench like oversexed adolescents,' he smirked.

'Speak for yourself,' she grinned. 'I was a good little adolescent. But then I did have a powerful horse between my legs.'

He kissed the tip of her nose. 'I felt we should celebrate this moment with something a little more adult.' He kissed her throat. 'But if you want to indulge a teenage fantasy, I'm more than happy to re-start proceedings in the kitchen.'

She moaned and arched her back as he drew her nipple into his mouth. 'What, sorry?' she stammered.

He smirked. 'Never mind.' He climbed up her body and straddled her shoulders. He fed his hard, hot erection into her open, willing mouth.

'Take it all, love,' he whispered.

On her back, Hermione swallowed inch after inch of his cock, bringing up a hand to control his pace.

'Don't use your hands,' he commanded.

She froze; and he stopped moving. He waited for her, saying nothing.

She slowly relaxed her jaw and took more of him in.

'Good girl,' he whispered, pressing a bit more of his cock into her mouth.

He began to stroke in and out of her mouth, careful not to overshoot into her throat – still a bridge too far for Hermione in this position. She keenly sucked and swallowed around his shaft, looking, in silence, up at him.

'Touch yourself while you take my cock, love,' he said in a low voice. 'I want you to come while you swallow me.'

Raw need jolted through her. Shakily, she snaked her hand down her body to the juncture between her legs. She moaned around his cock when she touched her wet folds. The vibration from her mouth and tongue resonated around Draco's cock and he moaned in time with her.

Hermione slapped her fingers against her clitoris and lips, and Draco heard the slick of wet flesh meeting. He smirked, sinking just another fraction of an inch into her hungry mouth. 'You're soaking wet, aren't you love?' he asked. 'I can tell without even looking at you. There are a number of things I love about you, but the least important thing of all is how your cunt feels when I slide my cock into you. The heat, the slickness, the tightness.'

He swallowed and concentrated on her mouth. His orgasm was creeping up on him and he was determined to maintain control.

'And do you know what, Hermione?' he asked, looking down at her lovely face, fellating him. 'I love, absolutely fucking love, being inside you.'

Hermione's second hand joined the one already between her legs and she masturbated herself hard. She was on the edge of coming just to this man's voice, so close. Saliva spilled from her mouth as she accepted his thrusts.

'You're going to come soon, aren't you, love?' he asked, gripping the headboard in order to prevent him from gripping her hair and fucking her mouth until he exploded down her throat. 'Use the safe signal just before you do.'

Oh, fuck, thought Hermione crazily, it won't be long. With one hand frantically stimulating her clitoris, she plunged her fingers into her cunt, fucking herself as hard and as fast as she could.

'Yesss, fuck yes, that sounds so good,' Draco groaned.

She yanked her drenched fingers out of her pussy and quickly slapped her hand three times on the bed.

Draco withdrew from her mouth just as the pressure on her clitoris became exquisitely unbearable. She took a large breath and screamed as she came, her body bucking wildly on the bed to her hand.

Draco scooted back down the bed, stroking his cock hard. He closed his eyes and swore out loud as he ejaculated over his lover's full, creamy breasts.

They held each other's gaze as their breathing subsided.

Hermione glanced at breasts, now decorated with pearl beads of Draco's come. 'Can we try champagne next time?' she grinned.

His eyes gleamed. 'Now that is a brilliant idea.'