"Fuck discreet. We suck at it anyway."
The resolve in his eyes was borderline animalistic and it sent a jolt of warmth straight to Hermione's lower region, reminding her of the price her sex life paid for this tiff with Draco. Her breathing picked up. "Does this mean—"
"—Oh, I'm shouting this from the rooftops."
Her mouth formed an "O" just before he grabbed the back of her neck and smashed their mouths together. He swallowed the squeal of surprise and smirked as he plundered her willing mouth.
"I've missed you—", kiss, "—so much," he whispered into her lips.
She moaned in response and her clever fingers began undoing the buttons on his shirt.
He growled in the back of this throat in recognition and his hands practically vibrated as he moved them all over her. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, not here," he reluctantly pulled back. "Hold onto me."
She narrowed her eyes questioningly, as her heart pounded far too hard for her to form words at the moment. She felt the familiar jolt in her naval as her fingers dug into Draco's arms. She looked around the palatial room. "You Apparated us to your bedroom?"
"Couldn't wait," he said as he pulled her flush against him and devoured her mouth again.
Hermione was in a daze as she and Draco divested one another of their clothes. When he picked her up and threw her on the bed, she momentarily found herself wondering if they actually ripped each other's clothes off because she had no real memory of the last minute and a half. Devil Hermione had taken over and right now the only thing that mattered was that she was about to shag the living daylights out of the blond man crawling over her right now.
He wasted no time and attacked her lips, grabbing handfuls of her, gliding his hands over the expanse of her body. He couldn't even think. His body was acting of its own accord with one goal in mind: fuck this witch's brains out.
He couldn't even stop to play with her like he usually did. There would be none of the usual methods of foreplay. Her body language told him everything he needed to know. She was ready for him.
"Please," she keened.
That one word rang in his ears like a prayer. Fuck my life, I love this witch so much.
He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed. Their simultaneous moan could have brought the house down.
"Oh-my-god-I-love-you-so-much-Hermione—"
"—Fuck-yes-Draco-please-God-fuck-me!"
He would have given her anything she asked for—the sky, the moon, her own private island—but all she asked for was that he fuck her into oblivion. So that's what he did.
He was out-of-his-mind, crazy with love and lust for this woman. He'd never felt so needy in his life. The compulsion to bury himself so deep inside her that she'd never not feel him there was driving him insane.
"Oh god, Draco, yes!", she screamed.
He growled as he snapped his hips even harder and faster. "That's right, Hermione," he locked eyes with hers. "You're mine. You're the brightest," thrust, "witch," thrust, "of your age," thrust, "and you're getting fucked into the mattress by Draco Malfoy."
She moaned like a well-paid whore at that. Gods, who knew she liked being talked to like this?
He ground his pelvis against her clit, sending shock waves of pleasure all throughout her body. Even her elbows seemed to rejoice at the primitive pounding she was receiving.
"I want you to come," he growled. "I want you to scream my name."
His words penetrated a part of her she didn't know existed and her whole body seemed to hum. It only took a few more moments of this rhythmic grinding and thrusting and she came like a freight train. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuuuck, Draco!" she screamed as wave after wave of her orgasm ripped through her body. She felt like she would disintegrate into nothing.
She clamped down so hard on him he felt it from all sides. "Aaaaggghhhh!" he moaned as he exploded inside her. He saw stars and colors he never knew existed. He needed more of her, so he claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, taking everything he could from her.
They stayed like that for many moments after, kissing and panting and catching their breaths after the best sex either of them had ever had. Draco finally pulled back and looked into her eyes. He licked his lips.
"I…Hermione, that was—"
"I know."
He smiled widely and stroked her face. They said nothing more. There was no need.
Whimsy, along with three other house elves dusted the library with pained expressions on their face. They wanted to give their Master privacy and they might have been able to ignore the faint thumping of his bed in the distance, and even the echo of his and Miss Hermione's combined grunts and moans, if not for the sound that came next.
"Oh,god, Draco,yes!"
Whimsy sighed deeply. "Miss Hermione is loud. Whimsy goes to get earplugs."
One of the younger house elves snorted. "Master Draco is not much quieter."
The other house elves giggled just before wincing with the realization that they had just criticized, albeit lightly, their master.
Whimsy rounded on them, "No. Master Draco does not like it when we punishes ourselves. We isnot going to hurt ourselves. Master Draco is loud, and we just needs to plug up our ears so we can give him the privacy he is needing with his Miss Hermione." She passed out the earplugs.
"Will Miss Hermione become our mistress do you thinks?", one of the house elves asked as he inserted his ear plugs.
Whimsy chuckled. "Miss Hermione is nice. And Master Draco pines for her all week when she is not speaking with him." She smirked in an odd characterization of her master. "Whimsy is thinking we will be needing to use ear plugs lots more in the future."
Scorpius and Albus stepped through the fireplace into Number 12 Grimmauld Place. James pointedly ignored the boys while he bounded up the stairs to his room without even sparing his mother a glance.
"Well, hello to you too," Ginny rolled her eyes. She smiled brightly as she hugged Albus. "You're taller."
"Yup," he said.
"And you smell like a girl," she kissed the side of his head, catching his smirk. "So who is Little Miss Viva La Juicy?"
"Monica Flint."
Ginny narrowed her eyes in concentration. "I think I've seen her before. Dark hair? Pale? Way too much eyeliner?"
Albus shrugged. "I like her eyeliner."
Ginny grinned. "Of course you do, my son." She turned to Scorpius and smiled warmly. "Welcome to our home, Scorpius."
"Thank you for having me, Mrs. Potter."
"It's our pleasure. You boys hungry?"
From the moment he had stepped through the Floo, Scorpius smelled the wonderful aroma of Ginny Weasley's roast. His stomach rumbled in acknowledgement.
"Yes—"
"—Yes," both boys chanted simultaneously.
Ginny chuckled at the predictable dual-mindedness of teenage boys. Food and sex. Sex and food. Most of their young brains was preoccupied with these two topics. "Dinner will be ready soon. Run upstairs and wash up."
On the way to Albus's room, Scorpius encountered James in the corridor. They narrowed their eyes at one another. "Nice wig there, Malfoy," he sneered at Scorpius's blond hair. "What's it made of?"
"Your mum's chest hair!"
James scoffed and headed down the stairs. Scorpius turned to Albus and said, "No actual offense to your mum, Albus. You know she's fit as hell."
Albus winced as if he were in pain. "What is it with you and red-headed women?"
Scorpius chuckled. "She makes a good roast. And she has nice ti—"
"Do not finish that sentence," Albus warned.
"She does though," a deep male voice offered.
The two boys turned around to find Albus's dad standing in the doorway to the room.
Scorpius flushed deeply. "Mr. Potter! I didn't mean—"
Harry waived it off. "—Don't worry about it, Scorpius. My wife's got a nice rack. You're not saying anything I don't already know."
Albus made a gagging sound and began unpacking his suitcase. Scorpius chuckled, "Thanks, Mr. Potter."
"The loo's just around the corner if you want to wash up before dinner," Harry offered.
"I would like to. Thank you, Mr. Potter."
As Scorpius disappeared around the corner Albus snickered, realizing that his friend would now monopolize the loo with his frivolous, unnecessarily lengthy freshening-up routine which consisted largely of his attention to his hair.
"I have something for you," his father said to Albus.
Albus quirked an eyebrow. "Christmas isn't for a few more weeks."
Harry grinned. "I know. But if you're going to be here for the entirety of the Christmas hols, you're going to need this particular present early."
"Let me guess. A broom-care kit." Harry rolled his eyes. "No, no, wait. I've got it," Albus continued. "My very own Gryffindor jumper to wear in my sleep so I can will the Slytherin out of me."
"You're hilarious," Harry responded as he handed Albus a package. "Open it."
Albus took the gift and began unwrapping it. His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline when he unearthed the treasure within. "Dad," he said, quite moved by the thoughtfulness of the gift. "This is…," he choked, too emotional to continue.
"I understand we can all be a little much sometimes. And I just wanted you to know that I respect your need for privacy."
Albus nodded, cradling the noise-canceling headphones in his arms as if they were the most precious thing on earth. "Does this mean I don't have to talk if I don't want to?"
Harry nodded. "If we see you wearing those, we'll also know not to talk to you."
Albus teared up. "This is the part in the movie where the prodigal son gives his dad a big-ass hug."
Harry grinned. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
Albus sighed. "You're the best dad in the whole world."
On the way out of Albus's room, Harry ran into Scorpius. "Alright there, Scorpius?"
Scorpius smiled. "Thanks again for letting me stay here, Mr. Potter."
Harry nodded. "Any time. Ginny and I are always thrilled to have you here." As Scorpius walked ahead to Albus's room, Harry blurted out, "Maybe it's none of my business…" Scorpius turned around to face him. "But are things alright with you and your dad?"
Scorpius wasn't expecting that. "Um…" he sighed. "Not exactly."
"You're still angry with him for not telling you about Hermione."
Scorpius bit his lip. "Did…did you know about it, Mr. Potter?"
Harry nodded. "She's my best friend. I've known for a while now."
Scorpius sighed. "I'm not upset that they're together."
"I know."
"I just…" he shook his head. "I just wish he could have been honest with me."
"You and your dad are quite close aren't you?"
Scorpius nodded. "I thought we were."
"You are. You should hear the things he says about you. He's bloody proud of you, pardon my language."
Scorpius quirked an eyebrow at him. "I apologize if this is out of turn, but I thought you didn't get along with my dad."
Harry chuckled. "I didn't. Not for years. But recently, we've developed a sort of understanding. After all he is dating my best friend."
"I suppose so." Scorpius opened his mouth to say something more but thought better of it. He started again, before deciding against it once more.
"Something on your mind?"
"Um…have you spoken to him? About all this?"
Harry sighed. "To my chagrin, yes. Your dad might be all big, bad Slytherin on the outside, but let me tell you that man sounded like a bloody Hufflepuff when neither you or Hermione were speaking to him, pardon my language."
Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "So the two of them really are…serious?"
"It isn't my place to say, but your dad really wanted to tell you. He was pretty torn up that you found out the way you did."
Scorpius nodded. "Have they made up yet?"
"I honestly don't know."
Scorpius thought about his father all alone for the Christmas hols and felt a surge of guilt wash over him. This wasn't who he was. He didn't avoid talking about the important stuff—not with his father. Slytherin compartmentalization was never something he excelled at. "Mr. Potter…I'm sorry to do this…but I wonder if I might use your Floo."
Scorpius arrived in the living room of the Manor and was immediately greeted by an enthusiastic Quincy, wearing what appeared to cotton balls in his ears. "Ah, young Master has returned. Master Draco said you would not be home these next few weeks. He will be pleased to hear of your arrival…uh…when he is no longer…detained."
Scorpius looked at Quincy curiously. "What do you mean de—"
There was a faint thump-thump-thump sound in the distance. And there was…something else. What was that? It sounded like…oh balls.
"Oh,god, Draco,yes!"
The color immediately drained from Scorpius's face. His eyes widened. He tried and failed to will his existence away in that moment as he heard a sound, that no doubt came from his father, follow in acknowledgement.
Quincy winced in sympathy. "Perhaps young Master would like to come with Quincy to the kitchens…where it is quiet?"
Scorpius nodded, silently cursing the fact the he wouldn't learn Memory Charms until his seventh year.