"Hermione! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!" Draco cried, "Stop!"
Hermione glanced up at him and pulled her mouth from his cock, kissing the tip and making him shudder, "You okay?"
He was breathing hard. He looked down and shuddered again. His cock was like steel, swollen and full and the head dark and angry, ready to explode. "If you keep doing that, this will all be over and I won't get to fuck you into oblivion."
"But I know how much you love it." Hermione dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, pursing them into pout, "And it's your birthday, I just want to make it special for you."
It was a two weeks before Draco's birthday, and Hermione was at a loss as to how he would want to celebrate. Scorpius' party back in April had been easy, in hindsight, but Draco had her stumped. Birthdays had been a big deal with her parents, and she wanted to make sure he celebrated properly
He had told her not to make a fuss when she broached the subject a few days earlier. He didn't need anything, he had everything he wanted right here. He had his son and he had her. He was happy. Of course she had ignored him, and just smiled every time he asked her what she was planning, but she wasn't actually planning anything. She had no idea what to do for him.
"Scorpius?" She was making dinner with him before Draco arrived home, and thought it the perfect opportunity to question him as to how they celebrated previously. She figured it probably wouldn't be the celebrations she was used to, since it was really only the two of them, but she was curious nonetheless. "I was thinking about how we should celebrate your dad's birthday, do you have any ideas?"
Scorpius screwed up his face and shrugged his shoulders.
"Scorpius?"
"Um, Dad hates his birthday. Grandma and Grandpa never visit him, and ever since mum died he just gets sad. He doesn't like to celebrate much. "
"Oh," Hermione grimaced.
"It's okay," He smiled at her, "We usually just have pizza and watch a movie. We could do that."
She returned his smile, "That sounds perfect."
She continued making dinner, telling Scorpius that he could go and play with Trevor and he scampered off. She sighed. She hadn't even considered that Astoria might be the reason for his lack of enthusiasm regarding his birthday. She hadn't even thought it might be because of his parents. She had just thought it odd. And it now it occurred to her that doing something for him, even something simple, might be upsetting, and she didn't want that.
She also now understood the panicked look in his eyes when she had mentioned it. But she didn't want the day to go unrecognised. It was his birthday, and he deserved to celebrate. She would organise something simple, something that wouldn't cause him any grief; no fuss, no ado, no loud and crazy partying, and while pizzas and a movie were fine, it just didn't seem like enough.
Her options were slim, but she was sure she could come up with something suitable, and she was sure that Blaise would be the answer.
"This place smells amazing," Draco said, making her jump. He'd called to say he would be late, a faculty meeting was taking longer than expected. He peeked over her shoulder, "I think I might have some competition here."
"Butternut squash and Cauliflower curry," she explained with a smile. He smiled back, kissing her, and her stomach flipped, making her wonder if he would ever not have that effect on her.
"Hi Dad!" Scorpius called from his place on the floor where he was throwing a balled-up piece of paper across the room for Trevor to chase. Hermione often wondered if Trevor had been a dog in a previous life since he behaved more like a dog than he did a cat.
"Hi Scorp," he said with a smile that turned smug when the cat noticed him and made its way directly to him. Draco bent to pick him up, "Hi Trevor."
"Still doesn't mean you're his favourite," Scorpius grumped, making his way over to them.
With the exception of sleeping on Scorpius' bed each night, Trevor had taken to following Draco everywhere. And Draco had taken to bragging that he was indeed Trevor's favourite.
"Did you hear that Trevor?" Draco stage whispered to the cat, "Scorp doesn't think I'm your favourite."
"Da-ad," Scorpius whined, "Don't tell him that. He loves us all."
Hermione grinned and agreed with him, "Yeah Draco, don't tell him that. The boys were playing nicely until you came home and ruined it."
"I ruined nothing," Draco scoffed, "This cat is highly intelligent and knows exactly who he should worship."
"Worship?" Hermione snorted, "How ever did you manage to get that ego through the door?"
Draco grinned, "It's a skill."
Hermione pursed her lips and shot him an incredulous glare. He leaned over and kissed her pout and she couldn't help but laugh, "Fine," she said, "But just remember whenever teams are required around here, it's me and Scorp versus you and Trevor. We'll see who the favourite is then."
Draco put Trevor on the floor and he scampered off, "What have you two been up to this afternoon?"
"We we talking about what we do on your birthday," Scorpius explained innocently and Hermione winced, "Hermione asked me what we should do and I told her we just get pizza and watch a movie."
"I hope she thinks that's a great idea," Draco said to Scorpius, but all the time was watching Hermione.
"She said it would be perfect!" Scorpius said excitedly, "Maybe we can get Theo to set up the theatre again?"
"Well, that's what I was going to do," Hermione said with a scowl at Draco. She could tell he knew that she had checked with Scorpius to see what she could do for this birthday, but had not counted on his son relaying the information to him. Just one more thing on the learning curve of having an eight year old; they can't keep secrets.
"Seriously?" Scorpius looked as though he didn't want to hope to hard.
Hermione nodded, "I'll talk to him next week and we'll set it up."
"Woo hoo!" Scorpius cried and threw his arms around her.
"Hey!" Draco exclaimed, "Whose birthday is it?"
"You get to pick the movie." Scorpius said with a grin.
"As long as it's Iron Man, right?"
"Yay!" Scorpius cheered, "We get to watch Iron man."
Draco's mouth dropped open and then snapped shut, Hermione laughed, "I think you just got conned."
"It feels like there's something I'm missing here," Draco said, allowing Hermione to lead him towards what he'd supposed was their dinner destination, "Or it's just an uneasy feeling that makes me think you're up to something?"
She told him that she'd made dinner reservations for his birthday at new farmer's alliance pub that had just opened two towns over. She loved the idea of the local farmers being supported, but he questioned her choice since she was vegetarian. She had laughed, explaining with a hint of sarcasm that some farms grew vegetables, so they had non-meat options.
"I'm up to nothing," she told him, "It's just dinner."
"Yeah, right," he drawled.
She grinned at him and opened the pub door, gesturing for him to follow her inside. He narrowed his eyes at her and then braced himself for whatever she had organised. But he was pleasantly surprised when he stepped through the door and noticed immediately their friends sitting off to the right of the bar. The usual crowd was there, but there were several faces that he'd not seen in some time, and his smile widened.
"Are you mad at me?" Hermione asked as they approached the table.
He paused and looked at her with eyes full of emotion. He certainly wasn't angry or upset, but was definitely happily surprised. He kissed her, laughing at the wolf whistles that followed. "No, definitely not mad. This is perfect, thank you."
Along with the usual crowd, Blaise and Alicia were there, looking extremely cosy, along with two of his other childhood friends; Marcus and his wife Rowena, and Anthony and his partner Dean. Hermione had called Blaise and asked if there were any of his friends that would want to join them for the weekend, and the pair had become co-conspirators in organising a simple dinner with old (and new) friends.
"Hey!" Marcus called, "It's the birthday boy!"
Draco manoeuvred around the table to greet his friends, hugging Marcus with a shoulder bump, and almost losing his footing when Rowena engulfed him.
"Happy birthday Draco," She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "She's perfect."
Draco grinned at her, "Isn't she?"
He turned to Anthony and extended his hand, giving him a somewhat curt nod, "Anthony."
Anthony returned the gesture, nodding and shaking his hand, "Draco."
Then the pair burst out laughing and embraced, while Hermione and her friends watched on in quiet confusion.
"Don't ever let her go." Anthony said close to his ear.
"I don't plan to," Draco told him, clearly there had been some scheming involved in this dinner, and they'd obviously all met Hermione before arriving here.
Dean stood to greet him, laughing."Good to see you so happy," He said, hugging him and placing a smacking kiss on his cheek, "Little Draco's finally happy too, I'm assuming?"
Draco groaned and shook his head, "Really? Two minutes and we're already below the belt?"
Dean clapped him on the shoulder and then waved his hand towards the rest of the group, "We've spent the afternoon with these charming people and the conversation has not yet risen above the belt."
Draco noted that Pansy was sitting beside Dean, and nodded towards her, "Ah, it makes sense now."
As soon as they had finally sat down, Theo ordered several bottles of wine which had Draco frowning.
"That's a rubbish effort if legless is the goal for tonight," Marcus said waving down the waiter again, and explaining that he didn't wish to see and empty bottle on the table tonight.
"Is there a problem, mate?" Blaise asked with an amused grin.
"Um, I was just assuming that there are some of us driving tonight?" Draco said looking confused.
Hermione squeezed his thigh, "And that's the rest of your surprise. This pub is also a B and B, so we're all staying here for the night."
Draco's confusion turned to bewilderment. He twisted a loose strand of her hair around his finger, "How did you manage to do all this?"
She nodded towards Blaise, "I may have had some help."
His face dropped, "What about Scorp? Does he know we're staying overnight?"
Hermione placed her hand on his arm and nodded, "He does, and he's perfectly okay with it. Molly and Arthur know where we are and we're not that far from home if anything goes wrong. He was more annoyed that he couldn't see this lot today. So I made them promise to follow us home and see him tomorrow."
"Wait. He knew?" Draco looked surprised, his son wasn't known for his ability to keep a secret. "And he didn't tell me?"
"Nope." Blaise told him and indicated towards Hermione, "Someone here managed to convince him that you would love this and we should definitely not tell you."
They'd spent the previous night with Scorpius – Draco's actual birthday – eating pizza and watching movies, and convincing Draco that this was his birthday celebration. Exactly what he wanted, they told him; a quiet night with his two favourite people.
Scorpius was well aware of Hermione's plans, and had been excited that his father's friends were all coming to town. And he was equally excited that he knew of the surprise and that Draco didn't. It had been how Hermione had convinced him to keep it a secret; that he knew and Draco didn't and it would be so much fun for him to find all his friends waiting for him at the pub.
Draco turned to Hermione, amazed that she was able to convince his son of such, "I've told you that you're amazing, right?"
"Not today."
He kissed her and whispered, you're amazing, against her lips.
"Don't worry, you get used to it," Harry said noticing the wide-eyed looks from Draco's friends.
"We're not that bad." Hermione said, but her cheeks had a pink tinge to them.
"Oh no, you are," Ginny said, "It's a little bit disturbing really."
"I told you they were adorable," Blaise cut in, "So adorable it makes you want to vomit."
Hermione arched an eyebrow at him and then looked at Alicia, "Hello pot, this is kettle."
Blaise grinned and flung his arm around Alicia's shoulders, kissing her temple, "Happy to join the vomit inducing crowd."
"Do you want to fill us in on that handshake?" Katie asked, and Draco and Anthony looked at each other and laughed.
"Things got a bit awkward for these two a while back," Blaise sniggered, "Draco has no desire to see a naked male arse ever again."
They all turned to Draco who grimaced and shuddered, "You know Scorp's knock before entering rule? Well, I should have had that in place in my Uni days."
"No, you didn't?" Katie said and began to laugh.
"Oh, he most certainly did." Dean said with a grin, "Walked in on us in, let's just say, a delicate situation."
"And he wouldn't look either of us in the eye for weeks," Anthony added, "Only awkward handshakes for quite some time."
Pansy was still laughing when she asked, "So Hermione's arse in the air was not really awkward for you at all then?"
Rowena almost choked on her wine and their attention turned to Hermione, "Excuse me?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "How is it that you all don't know this story? He seems happy to tell everyone else." She looked at Draco questioningly.
"She was under the desk-" Draco began, but was cut off by Dean.
"Ooh, I'm liking this already."
Draco shook his head at him and huffed out a breath, "She was under the desk at the shop, and she thought I was her coffee delivery girl."
"And she told him to 'just shove it in the rear and she'd get to it later!'" Pansy finished for him.
There were a few seconds of silence before they erupted into laughter. "And did you?" Marcus asked with a sly smile.
Hermione shook her head and laughed, telling him No, he did not, and causing them to all laugh again.
A waiter placed three more bottles on the table and removed the empties, while another took their orders, they were clearly going to be looked after tonight, and Draco wondered just how much Hermione was spending to have all this attention.
Harry lifted his glass, "Happy Birthday Draco."
Draco nodded his thanks and reached forward, waiting to clink glasses. They all followed suit and tapped theirs to his, wishing him the same.
And then Blaise chimed in and made them all groan again, "To friends, old and new. May they not be offended when they see your arse in the air."
Draco's arm was draped lazily across the back of Hermione's chair, his fingers stroking absently at the nape of her neck. Alicia and Blaise had already excused themselves, and Katie and Cedric had followed not long after. And she knew Draco would love to haul her away from the table and up to their room, but he was far too polite to simply leave his friends, especially since this was the first meeting between them all. But she didn't think he needed to worry. Rowena's cheeks were pink and she and Ginny were both laughing and snorting at something Anthony had just said, and the guys were all conversing like old friends. Hermione was pleased that they were all getting along famously. It boded well for future dinners.
Hermione also hadn't missed the looks and the silent conversation that appeared to happen throughout the night between Draco's friends. The covert gazes, the smiles and nods, the raised eyebrows, they were noticing every little touch or whisper that she and Draco had shared. As much time as her friends spent concerning themselves with her life, his seemed to do the same.
Rowena had insisted that they order cocktails after dessert, but after the sweetness of the dessert wine, and the desert itself, Hermione had wanted to say no, sugary-sweet cocktails didn't appeal to her at all. She didn't have very much of a sweet tooth and had struggled to finish her dessert - Draco having eaten most of it for her.
She reached her hand to Draco's thigh, her thumb stroking against the inside of his knee, and she smiled noting him shifting in his seat, moving closer to her so their legs were touching.
She had also noted that he had almost stopped drinking; sipping slowly from his glass in the hope that no one else would notice. He'd been casually watching her from the corner of his eye for the last twenty minutes or so, his tells were becoming more and more known to her, and she knew he was wanting the evening to wind down, wanting time alone with just her. And she was ready to be alone with him herself.
His eyes searched hers and he smiled. She paused before leaning in close, "What are you thinking?"
Draco's voice was warm and soft in her ear, "I'm thinking about how I could possibly thank you for doing all of this."
She smiled mischievously at him, "I could think of a few ways." Her hand shifted higher on his thigh and she kissed him.
"Hey! Hands above the table there, young lady," Anthony pointed at her, "We'll have none of those shenanigans here. If you're going to get all handsy, take our boy here upstairs."
Hermione laughed - apparently Anthony also knew Draco's tells - and held her hands up in surrender. Draco grabbed the hand that had just vacated his thigh and placed it back, "Don't listen to him. He's simply jealous that he's not getting any attention."
Dean and Pansy had hit it off immediately. The two acting like life-long chums since the night began. The fact that they both had mouths that put sailors to shame might have had something to do with it. Theo was far too immersed in conversation with Marcus and Harry to even notice Pansy and Dean, and the way that Anthony had had the rest of them in tears of laughter meant he wasn't concerned either about Dean and Pansy either, leaving the pair to both act like twelve year olds.
Ginny waved a drunken finger at them, "Yeah, don't do that here," she slurred, "Go upstairs. But don't get loud, we don't want to hear you either."
Harry tossed a set of keys across the table, he'd checked them all in before Hermione and Draco had arrived, "Last room at the end of the hall," he said before grinning at them, "And the room next to you is empty."
"And on that note, I think I'm ready for bed," Draco said sliding his seat back and holding his hand out to Hermione, "Ready?"
She stood and took his hand, "Ready," she smiled and after a round of good nights and a yeah right, bed from Dean, they walked hand in hand towards the stairs.
Hermione opened the door to their room and lead them inside.
"You packed clothes?" Draco said seeing the overnight bag on the bed. She nodded and he let out a small laugh and reached his arms around her, "You're incredible. Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome," she told him, "It's your birthday Draco, and I know you didn't want me to make a fuss but-"
He stopped her with his mouth, pressing his lips to hers, "Thank you," He said again, "This was perfect."
"Your friends are great, by the way."
"And it would appear that they are all completely in love with you," he said, brushing her hair back behind her ear and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you did this. It was good to see them all."
"So it was low-key enough for you?"
"Scorp may have been exaggerating when he said I didn't like to celebrate my birthday." He said, "It's not the easiest thing to do when you're a single dad. It was just easier to stay home with him."
"This was the first birthday dinner you've had in a while then?"
Draco nodded, "Those guys always try to do something for me, but it's usually just joining me and Scorp. Simple."
"Well, I'm glad I could do this for you," She smiled at him, "Give me a minute," she said and stepped out of his arms, crossing the room headed for the small bathroom.
"Did you want me naked when you come back?" Draco asked with a smirk.
She peeked over her shoulder and shrugged, "I'll leave that up to you." She said and disappeared into the small bathroom.
Draco stared at the closed door for several seconds, his heart pounding in his chest. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He felt like he learned something new about her every day, and that she was able to do this for him without his knowledge was just one more thing to add to the list.
Draco reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head, his jeans were next, but he decided to leave his boxers on, she could remove those from him. He tossed his discarded clothes over the back of a chair and sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. He absently scratched at his belly and then slid his hand lower, shoving his hand down the front of his boxers. He closed his eyes, letting his head loll back and let out a long exhale.
His hand moved lazily over himself and his mind wandered, thinking of what she could possibly be wearing under her clothes. He hadn't seen her when she'd dressed for dinner, and he wondered exactly what she had planned.
"You started without me?" Hermione asked quietly.
He smiled and opened his eyes. And then opened his eyes wider. She was naked. Completely fucking naked.
She dimmed the lights, shrouding the room in a diffused light and tilted her head, "Is there something wrong?"
He shook his head, all words seeming to have left him, his eyes not leaving her as she crossed the room and stood at the foot of the bed. His eyes trailed over her, taking in her breasts, her stomach, the bare skin at the top of her thighs. He swallowed hard, she was bare. He took a second for that to sink in. She was bare. The thin strip of curls that normally sat above her slit was gone. Bare. Bloody Hell!
His eyes returned to hers and found her smiling at him, "You didn't want to get naked?"
He coughed quietly, "Ah, yeah. Okay." His hands shoved at his underwear, his cock springing free and landing on his thigh. He hurriedly shoved them down his legs, kicking them from his feet.
Hermione laughed quietly, "And there's the articulate man I fell in love with." She knelt on the end of the bed and slowly crawled towards him, parting his legs with her palms and began kissing her way along the insides of his thighs.
Draco clenched his jaw. She'd only just started and already his mind was spinning. He wanted her mouth on him, wanted to pull her closer, wanted her over him, under him, wanted to be inside her. Wanted all of it and more. His stomach tightened as she inched closer and close to his rapidly growing length. He sucked in a breath when she glanced up at him, holding his eyes as she placed a single kiss on his shaft.
She slid over him, her knees straddling his hips. His cock sat rigid on his belly, her wet folds encased him and she slowly moved across him. He grabbed her hips, holding her still, closing his eyes and groaning at how wet she already was.
Her fingernails scraped through his hair and her lips pressed softly against his ear. "Happy birthday," she murmured, "And just so you know, and just so you never forget how much I love you, I'm about to do things to you that you could never have imagined."
His lips twitched and he nodded, but didn't open his eyes, instead he simply felt her. Felt her lips brush against his, over and over, each kiss with just a bit more force than the one before. She moved her hips again, sliding over him and this time he didn't stop moved slowly, gliding over him while his hands coasted up and down her thighs.
Her fingers softly trailed over the smooth skin of his body, tracing circles around his tightened nipples. She pressed a kiss to his throat, moving lower and lower, taking his right nipple between her lips and sucking. His hands stilled on her thighs, his fingers gripping tightly.
"Oh shit!" he swore throwing his head back, "Yeah, like that."
She increased the pressure, and used her fingers to flick over his left nipple.
"Harder," he demanded and groaned in pleasure when she bit down.
Slowly, she kissed her way down his torso, her fingers still flicking over his pebbled nipples. She outlined each ripple of muscles with her tongue, circled his belly button and dipped lower, kissing each of his hips, before working her way back up.
Her teeth dug into her lip, and she smiled an innocent smile, "This isn't too much effort for your birthday, is it?"
He was breathing deeply through his nose, scorching, blatant desire in his eyes, "No, you're not putting nearly enough effort in."
She kissed him softly, "Best I up my game then." She shot him a sinful look, and shifted to kneel on the bed between his legs.
She reached for him, surrounding his erection with her fingers and leaned down to place kisses along the length of it. She gently eased his foreskin back and her tongue licked out softly, barely touching the exposed tip. His head dropped back and he moaned loudly. She flicked her tongue across him again and again, teasing, before taking him in completely, deeper and deeper until he was almost fully encased in her mouth.
His hand hovered above her head, and then he gently raked his fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear so he could watch her mouth. He grunted as she drew back, sucking hard, moving her hand to the base of his shaft, twisting it around the solid length of him as her mouth moved faster. His hands gathered up her hair, holding it back from her face and a trembling groaned that resembled her name fell from his mouth.
"Hermione! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!" Draco cried, "Stop!"
Hermione glanced up at him and pulled her mouth from his cock, kissing the tip and making him shudder, "You okay?"
He was breathing hard. He looked down and shuddered again. His cock was like steel, swollen and full and the head dark and angry, ready to explode. "If you keep doing that, this will all be over and I won't get to fuck you into oblivion."
"But I know how much you love it." Hermione dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, pursing them into pout, "And it's your birthday, I just want to make it special for you."
She lowered her head again, her eyes never leaving his and drew a trail with her tongue from root to tip, grinning as he shut his eyes. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and she could almost see the indecision behind his eyes. The want to let her do this, or the need to stop her and take control.
He fisted the sheets as she licked across his sac, his balls tightening at the sensation. He swore loudly when her fingers fondled the soft skin and slowly flicked her tongue over the tight crown, tasting the sweetness leaking from the tip. She glanced up at him, whispering his name. His eyes rolled open and she told him, watch, then parted her lips over him and took him into her mouth.
Her hand worked in time with her mouth, twisting and spiralling as her mouth bobbed up and down. She smiled around him when his hands gripped her hair tighter, hoping that this time, this time, he would take control and fuck into her mouth. She moved faster, sliding her tongue across the bump where his foreskin joined the head and he hissed out a breath. She licked it repeatedly, until his hips are moving in tiny little thrusts.
He grunted, fisting her hair harder and jerking against her. "Hermione." He warned.
"Draco." She said sweetly pulling away from him, and then squealed in surprise as he flipped her to her back and latched onto her nipple, sucking with the same fervour as she had just shown him. "Oh! Fuck, yes!" she whimpered as his tongue rimmed her nipple, his fingers pinching at the other.
Hermione arched her back thrust her breasts against his mouth and hand, and yelped as he bit down at the skin over her heart.
"Too much?" Draco whispered.
"No," She breathed, "Don't stop."
His tongue lapped gently at the red mark he'd left on her skin, smiling to himself, not ever thinking that he'd mark a woman as he'd done to her. Her fingers slid through his hair and he looked up at her finding her smiling down at him. He returned her smile and moved over her, dropping a soft kiss to her lips. He pulled back, biting down on his lower lip and cupping her breast again with his hand.
"Draco," she gasped, and shoved at his shoulder, "Please let me-"
"I'm going to put my mouth on you," His voice rumbled as he stopped her, knowing exactly what she was going to say – let me do this for you – but it wasn't what he wanted. What he wanted was her, the taste of her, the feel of her, the heat of her beneath him. "You're going to come all over my tongue, and then I'm going to fuck you hard and fast."
Hermione locked her eyes onto his, dark and heavy with desire, a rush of arousal poured low into her belly soaking her core and she could do little else but nod when he asked, are you ready?
He teased her, taking his time, slipping a finger through her seam and deliberately missing the spot she wanted him most. He kissed her belly, her thighs, her hips, and finally dropped his head between her thighs.
Fuck me sideways, was her only thought when his mouth descended on her, his tongue finally landing right where she needed it. His name came out as a growl but turned into a choked cry when she felt his finger slip into her.
His tongue circled and flicked, his lips sucking and pulling, adding another finger inside her. She arched against him, pivoting her hips against his thrusting fingers. His free hand flattened against her stomach, holding her in place, his tongue moving faster, his fingers curling and pressing against that spot that sent pleasure spinning through her.
She was gasping for breath and clutching at his hair, her heels digging into his back as her body coiled and clenched. His fingers didn't stop thrusting, his mouth still covering her when she fell, groaning his name and clamping her thighs against his head.
He dropped his forehead to her hip, murmuring against her, telling her how fucking amazing she was, how beautiful she was, how much he loved her. He moved over her, pressing himself to her, her hardened nipples crushed beneath his chest. She raised her knees and his cock came to rest between her heated slit, the crown pressing directly against her swollen clit.
His mouth landed on hers, strong and possessive, his tongue stroking her lips. Hermione's hands clutched at his hair, her own mouth demanding more. Tiny whimpers and groans escaped her throat, her body writhing against his, the sounds and movements driving him mad. His instincts took over all reason and he shifted his hips, the crown of his cock slipping lower and pressing against her.
His mouth never left hers as he pushed inside her, his tongue rolled over hers as his cock filled her. He shifted his hips, back and forth, feeling her dip and rise beneath him. Her arms circled his shoulders and her face pressed into his neck. He lifted her leg, pressing it to her ribs, pushing in deeper, almost frantic to get closer to her. Her stomach clenched and she winced, "Okay?" he whispered and she nodded, murmured yes, and rocked against him.
Draco moved faster, kissing her chest, her throat, her jaw, until she begged for his mouth over hers. He slid his tongue past her lips, biting down gently on hers when she gasped. Her legs squeezed hard around him, and her breathless whimpers became sharp cries. Her head pressed back into the pillow and she bucked beneath him, her hands pressing against his chest trying to push him away.
"Not yet," he whispered, "I promised you oblivion."
Her eyes flew open and she gripped his hair, "Draco, I can't," she breathed.
"Yes you can," he said, his lips kissing her over her heart. He began moving again, slowly, knowing she would be sensitive, but knowing she wanted more. He wanted more.
A breathy sound escaped her and she shuddered, her walls still fluttering around him. His hands slid to hers, linking their fingers and circling them above her head. He kept the pace slow, grinding into her, their sweaty bodies sliding together with ease.
Her stomach clenched and she tightening around his length with a sharp cry.
"That's it," he murmured, "That's it, don't stop."
She gasped, and he kissed away the tear that fell from the corner of her eye. She was trembling, her breaths ragged and sharp, and he felt her clench around him again, her thighs gripping his hips, her breath coming in sobbing gasps, before she relaxed beneath him.
She slowly opened her eyes. He hadn't come, she knew he hadn't. He was still solid and heavy inside her, panting hard, the tendons in his neck straining.
"Draco?" she said breathlessly.
He grunted and pushed up from her. He dropped his eyes to where they were joined and slid slowly out of her, causing both of them to shudder. Hermione looked down at him, still hard, red and pulsing and covered in her.
She looked back up at him and he was watching her, his eyes asking a silent question. She traced a finger along his length, "Do you want me to...?"
He swallowed and nodded, "Is that..?"
She pushed at his chest, and he moved to lay beside her, and she thought she'd never seen him look as beautiful as he did right in that moment. His skin was flushed, covered with sweat, and his eyes were dark and wanting, but also nervous, awaiting what she was about to do.
Still slightly breathless, she shifted to kneel beside his hip. Lifting him in her fist, she squeezed him and pumped her hand over his heavy length still slick with her arousal. She lowered her mouth to him, sweeping her tongue across the plump, swollen head. Her taste mingled with his, salty and tangy, and she murmured her approval.
She tightened her lips around him and dropped lower, taking him into her mouth as far as she could. She hummed around his shaft and he groaned, his fingers tucking her hair back before resting his hand on her hip. She pulled back, sucking hard, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.
His legs widened, and she palmed his sac, gently rolling and squeezing the soft skin. His balls were hard and tight and on the brink of release. She quickened her pace, sucking and stroking him until he was grunting incoherent sounds and pumping his pelvis to match her pace. She smiled to herself. She'd done this to him now more than once, but he had still been reluctant to participate, letting her do all the work, but it appeared that he was finally letting go.
She swirled her tongue, scraped him with her teeth, increased the pressure, decreased her speed. She teased him, driving him to the edge, wanting him to lose control. She took him deeper into her mouth and pressed her thumb against the small stretch of skin beneath his balls, a litany of profanities echoed through the room.
Her growled and gripped her head, pumping his hips hard and fast, warning her that he was about to come. She nodded as best she could, taking him in as deep as she could.
Draco let out a sharp cry, his hips thrusting up one last time, his entire body clenching. Hermione's hand squeezed his sac, and he groaned in relief as warm streams of liquid spilled into her mouth. She swallowed around him, still pumping her hand over him while he continued to release into her mouth.
He shuddered as her tongue caressed his tip, one last spurt dripping from him. She continued to suck him, gently, slowly, licking him clean until he groaned and relaxed onto the mattress.
She slowly let him go, laying her head on his belly, staring up at him, breathing hard. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. His face was red and flushed, but a satisfied smile crept across his lips.
He lifted his head to look down at her, a boyish grin replacing the satisfied smile.
"How many times have I told you that you're amazing?" His voice was dry and gravely, in desperate need of water, "Because how ever many it is, it's not enough. It won't ever be enough."
She smiled up at him, hardly able to move, "That wasn't too much fuss then?"
He laughed, and then coughed, his throat dry, "I'd be happy for that to be all the fuss you make for my birthday for eternity." He brushed her damp hair from her face, and she closed her eyes, "Don't go to sleep yet," he told her and gently slid out from beneath her.
She glanced at his limp cock, "You can't honestly think that's happening again anytime soon."
"No," he said crossing the room, "But I need water, and you probably do too."
He disappeared into the bathroom and she heard the tap turn on. She smiled and slipped under the covers, the sheen of sweat was rapidly cooling her body, despite the warmth of the room.
"Here," Draco said handing the glass tumbler to her, and she gulped it down in three large swallows.
She glanced up at him and he was grinning at her, "Don't say a word," she warned him, and he laughed.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he told her slipping in beside her, "I would never make a comment on just how well you swallow."
She groaned and shoved at his chest, "That was terrible." She said rolling away from him.
Draco pulled her back to him, fitting her body to his and curling himself around her. She lay her head on his arm and he linked his fingers with hers. She pressed back against him, sighing, a tiny content sound that he loved.
He kissed her shoulder, her skin had cooled and he instinctively hugged her tighter. This was the moment he loved most. The moment of quiet after they'd been loud, the moment of intimacy after they'd been intimate, the moment of knowing he needed nothing more than her.
And she was all he wanted. All he wanted for the rest of his life. He loved her and wanted to marry her.
Hermione stiffened in his arms, breaking into his thoughts, "What?" She whispered.
Draco frowned, and then closed his eyes, cursing inside his head.
He'd said it out loud.
He'd asked her to marry him.