A/N- Y'all are rockstars. I love that you're hanging tough with me til the end of this fic. The holidays are crazy round my house so thank you for being patient with me. Four more chapters after this one...I'm so sad we're almost done! I already have an awesome idea for my next story and I hope y'all enjoy it as much as you have my past stories. Anyways, I've rambled enough, on with the show!
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of this story. I swear, my next story I'm doing one big disclaimer at the beginning and that's it!
Chapter 29
July 31, 1998
Hermione woke up to find herself on her stomach, an unusual occurence to say the least. It took only moments to realize just why she was on her belly. Draco was laying half on top of her, his leg thrown over hers so she couldn't move, her hands pinned so far above her head that she was stretched across the length of the bed.
The hand that wasn't holding her wrists captive was pumping in and out of her from behind. She whimpered softly into her pillow as she tried to grind against his hand in order to gain more friction. Hermione heard him chuckle darkly against the back of her shoulder, taking it upon himself to swipe the fingers that were coated in her liquid desire across the nub at the top of her slit.
The Gryffindor moaned at the contact, past the point of embarrassment or shame. She tried to lift her arse up to meet his hand, but Draco leaned his weight on her more heavily. He nipped at her spine before he laved the spot with his tongue, mimicking what she was sure he wanted to be doing to her pussy.
"You know what I'll do if you aren't a good girl, mon coeur. You know I'm in charge." She stopped struggling as she turned her head to the side so she could speak.
"Please, Dray, you feel so good. Please, fuck me." He chuckled again and Hermione began panting.
"You begging me to fuck you does things to me, mon coeur. Are you going to do as you're told?" Hermione nodded rapidly, her excitement growing.
Hermione had no idea why it turned her on so much when Draco took charge of their sexual encounters. She speculated that she had always been in charge of Harry and Ron since they were eleven, keeping track of their homework, keeping them out of trouble, making sure they were always as safe as they could possibly be. It felt nice to not have to worry about being in charge of sex, that she could always trust Draco to take care of her and make sure that she enjoyed herself.
Dravo released her hands, but tutted when she started to pull them down towards her body.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, Miss Snape. Rule number one is that your hands stay exactly where I placed them no matter what I do. You move those hands and I'll pull out and blow my load all over this juicy arse of yours and you won't get anything. Rule two is you don't come until I tell you to." Hermione was silent, but she nodded her agreement. Keeping her hands in place was going to prove to be difficult, but she was determined to do as Draco wanted.
Without further ado, Hermione felt Draco fully mount her from behind. His thick girth slipped inside her with no problems, Hermione gasping at how full she felt. He eased himself in and out of her a couple times, making sure that she was properly stretched before he began to take her as he wished.
Dravo set a punishing pace, ramming into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He held her in place exactly as he wanted and raised her hips slightly so he could angle forward to hit her sweet spot. Hermione could feel herself edging towards the brink of bliss, and she knew that she would incur a spanking that didn't end in her pleasure if she disobeyed him.
"Please, Dray, I'm so close! I'm going to come!" He leaned over her so he could hiss in her ear.
"Don't you dare come yet, Hermione! You wait for me." She whimpered and did her absolute best to stave off the building pleasure. Her teeth were gritted and she was trying to think about the theories used in spell-making. It seemed like ages had gone by before he bent down again and growled in her ear.
"Come for me, baby, explode your juices on my cock."
His teeth clamped down on her shoulder and she was lost. She felt her inner muscles tighten and flutter around him, drawing him in deeper. Her orgasm seemed to last forever and he pounded into her for the duration of it, prolonging it for as long as he could.
When her body finally went limp, Draco gave a howl as he came, her name falling from his lips followed by a string of unintelligible profanities. Hermione was content to lay there and let him pump away inside her until he was completely spent. When he finally stilled, his lips pressed to her spine over and over again in a show of tenderness that had been absent during their coupling. He rolled off of her and spooned her behind, this time kissing the bite mark he had left on her shoulder.
"I should heal this." She shook her head and turned to look him in the eyes as best she could from the position she was in.
"No, leave it. I like having a reminder of just how good you make me feel and how much you seem to enjoy it." He chuckled again before he kissed the blemished skin once more.
The pair were silent for at least a half hour, both basking in the closeness they shared. Hermione turned to face him so she could lay her head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. She had almost fallen asleep again when he broke the silence.
"We should get moving. It's already close to lunchtime which means if we aren't ready to go soon, we'll have visitors up here making sure that we're still going." Hermione sighed and sat up.
Today was Harry's birthday and Molly had taken it upon herself to throw him a birthday party, the first of their birthdays since the end of the war. Since it was Harry, she had gone all out and invited absolutely everyone they knew, determined for the Savior to enjoy himself.
Hermione dragged herself out of the bed and started for the bathroom. While she was now comfortable with being around Draco naked, it was still habit for her to close the door while she showered. She performed her morning ablutions, making sure her hair was dry and hanging in beautiful curls heavily down her back.
Draco took his turn in the loo while she came out and searched her clothing for the perfect outfit. She decided on sky blue satin knickers and bra, a gift that Draco had ordered her from one of the many lingerie shops in Diagon Alley. The Gryffindor then chose a pink floaty skirt that ended a few inches above her knee and a white tank top that had rhinestones sprayed across the front. To top the ensemble off, Hermione donned a pair of white flip flops that showed off her tiny feet and their pretty pink toenails.
Draco emerged from the loo completely dressed in his usual formal attire. Hermione grinned at him before she floated forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed a kiss to his chest before she spoke.
"You know you don't always have to dress so formally, right?" He raked a hand through her curls before he spoke.
"I know I don't, but think of it as armor. It's the same with Severus. It's what's expected of us and it's easier if people are given what they expect. It's when you switch things up that people usually start complaining." She looked up and met his eyes.
"You shouldn't have to wear armor anymore though, either of you. The war is over and you were proven to be on our side." His lips pressed a kiss to her hairline.
"We feel safer with the armor. It's the Slytherin way, it's how we're raised. Don't worry about me, mon coeur, I promise I won't wear the armor when it's just us." She finally gave in with a small nod. Who was she to make him wear something he wasn't comfortable in? She wouldn't appreciate it if he did the same to her.
The pair made their way downstairs to have tea and toast shoved in front of them at the table by Button. She had been upset that everyone would be at the Burrow where she couldn't cook for them until Hermione had promised the small elf that she could spotlessly clean her and Draco's room, something she usually did herself. The elf had almost danced with happiness and began rattling off her plans for the room to Hermione, smile across her face.
Just as they finished, Severus appeared in his usual teaching regalia. Hermione wondered if he was getting back in the practice of making his robes billow out since he had confirmed with Headmistress McGonagall that he would be returning for one more year to teach. He had only agreed if he was allowed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, with which McGonagall had been happy to comply.
When asked why he would only return for a single year, he replied that both Hermione and Draco would be graduated by then and there was no further reason for him to continue his service. He had started as a professor at Hogwarts at Voldemort's behest, then was tied to the school so he would be around to keep his promise to the Headmaster and protect Potter. After he left the school with Hermione and Ron, he had stayed to protect the rest of the students.
Hermione thought he seemed rather excited to be finished with teaching. She had assured him that he didn't need to return for another year just because she would be there. She had urged him to do whatever he wanted with his life as long as it made him happy. He had been pleased to inform her that he wanted all the time with her that was possible because he felt as if he had missed so much. Hermione had grinned at him, basking in what it felt like to be wanted by a parent.
It was obvious that Severus wasn't excited about attending the birthday party of one Harry Potter, but he was attending to keep those around him from complaining. Hermione knew that Remus had been hounding him to attend for days now, insisting that he finally put the feud between himself and James Potter to rest by giving up the hatred that he had felt he needed to uphold between himself and Harry.
Of course, these "encouragements" usually ended in Severus hexing Remus, but here he was pressed, dressed, and ready to attend.
Severus kissed the top of her head as they watched Draco go through the floo to the Burrow. She hugged him quickly before she stepped into the floo after her soul mate, eager to see her friends. Draco was waiting on the other side to help her out over the grate while Severus followed quickly behind her.
They were met with chaos.
Molly was yelling across the house to Bill and Fleur in hopes that they would come help her with something, Percy was discussing ministry business at the table with Arthur and Kingsley. Remus and Tonks were speaking with the Headmistress about who knew what while Arianna played happily with Teddy. Harry and Ginny seemed to be having a loud discussion in the living room with Fred, George, Ron, and Lavender. Various other Order members were spread throughout the house, all holding their own conversations, merely adding to the noise.
For a brief moment, Hermione wondered what the hell she had been thinking to make her attend this craziness. She had never done well with crowds, but she had become even more anxious around large groups of people after she had been taken by Parkinson. She did her best to shake off the unease that was plaguing her, however, if only for the fact that Harry really wanted her there.
Severus separated from her and Draco to join the conversation between the Headmiatress, Remus and Tonks. Hermione picked Draco's hand up in her own and started to pull him toward Harry and the rest of her friends. As they neared the group, Dravo squeezed her hand.
"If it gets to be too much, just say the word and we can go. I'm sure they won't think less of you." She gave him a small smile and fitted herself under his arm as she spoke.
"I would love to leave this insanity behind, but I need to get myself ready for Hogwarts. It will be even crazier there." He kissed the top of her head and nodded his agreement.
"My offer still stands." She nodded before she took a seat next to Harry on the sofa, Draco sitting next to her. Fred and George were quick to press glasses of firewhiskey in their hands. Hermione couldn't help but frown a little.
"Isn't it a little early for firewhiskey?" Everyone else aside from Draco laughed good-naturedly at her words. When Fred spoke, his tone was indulgent.
"Silly 'Mi, always the prefect that threatened us with snitching to our mum. Yes, it's early, but it's a celebration. Our one and only Savior is turning eighteen today." Hermione rolled her eyes at their words, but took a sip of her drink. Draco took his own drink and settled back comfortably into the couch.
Small talk about quidditch and auror training went on around them, with snippets of how Fred and a George were restoring their shop for reopening. Hermione really had nothing to add since her life plan consisted of going back to school for another year.
Sometimes she wondered if she was making a mistake in going back. Most of her other classmates had made the decision to either enter the Ministry and ride the coat tails of their contribution to the war, or test out early. She knew that she could take her N.E.W.T.s in the next three months and pass, but she wanted another year to decide what path to take with her life. She wanted another year to ease into being a full-fledged adult. Even though she already considered herself an adult, being an adult in the real world and being an adult at Hogwarts were two completely different things.
The group of eight talked for a couple hours as they waited for the food to be finished by Molly. Hermione had had two glasses of firewhiskey and she was sad to say that she was tipsy. She usually wasn't one to imbibe alcohol, so when she did, it usually didn't take much for her to feel it. She still got embarrassed when she thought about how she had fallen asleep on Draco at the Leaky Cauldron with his friends after so little to drink. Fred interrupted her thoughts.
"Let's play a friendly game of Wizard's Truth." Hermione groaned. The one time that she had played this game, she had been caught in a lie. One of the Ravenclaw prefects had asked her who she had a crush on. This had been fifth year and she hadn't wanted to commit complete social suicide and tell them Draco Malfoy. Therefore, she had lied and told them Oliver Wood, an older Gryffindor long graduated who would have a very small chance of hearing of her duplicity.
When she had been caught in a lie, she had been forced to drink a whole glass of firewhiskey and then had to complete a dare of the Ravenclaw's choosing. She had shrunk Goyle's clothing from afar and prayed that nobody would notice her blushing cheeks.
They all put their wands forward and took the oath, part of the game that had to be undertaken every time you played. Hermione had a sneaking suspicion that Fred and George had long ago worked out a way around having to tell the truth, but if they had, they weren't sharing. George opened the game by turning to Harry.
"Harry, have you been with any other women since you started dating Gin your sixth year?" Hermione couldn't believe that they had went there as if they couldn't trust Ginny to ferret out answers in her own relationship. She started to speak, but was cut off by Harry answering unabashedly.
"No, I knew then that she was it for me. It's been only her since she won that quidditch match." Hermione couldn't help but smile at her friend's obvious happiness. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Harry. He turned to Draco.
"Are you only going back to Hogwarts because 'Mi is or were you serious about wanting to study more?" Draco flashed him an angry look, but didn't hex her friend. Instead, he answered with disdain dripping from his tongue.
"Of course I wanted to return to study. The fact that Hermione wanted the same thing was just icing on the cake." She rubbed her hand down the length of his thigh, hoping to calm his ire. When he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began to rub small circles on her arm, he turned to George.
"Did you two prank me in my second year? I could have sworn I had the oddest experience with Crabbe and Goyle, but I'm not entirely sure it wasn't just my imagination." Harry and Ron burst into laughter as George gave Draco a confused look.
"Not us, mate. I think we only pulled one prank on you and that was at the end of the year when we set a whole jar of beetles free in your school bag." Draco groaned, but turned a suspicious eye to Harry and Ron. When they finally finished sputtering laughter, Harry spoke.
"That was Ron and I, mate. We were trying to figure out if you were Slytherin's heir. Hermione brewed polyjuice potion and ended up not being able to go with us. Therefore, you got Ron and I as Crabbe and Goyle." Hermiome could feel disbelief through their link, so when he turned her way, she wasn't surprised.
"You brewed poly juice potion our second year?" She grimaced, but nodded.
Harry went on to explain the whole story, even the part where she became some odd combination of human and cat. The room guffawed at her mistake, but she did her best to take it good-naturedly. She was never happier than she was when she finally got everyone to move on and begin the game again. George turned to Ron.
"Did you ask Lavender to marry you because she's up the duff?" Ron looked indignant at the question.
"No, you gits! I think if she was up the duff, you would have heard about it already." When Ron realized it was his turn, he turned to Draco and Hermione hoped that it wasn't going to be bad.
"How many women have you shagged and does Hermione know?" Draco's face went stony at the question and when he answered, his voice was steel.
"I don't have an accurate number of women I've shagged. Many. Yes, she knows about them. Not that any of this is any of your bloody business." Ron shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm just looking out for Hermione, making sure that you aren't lying to her or anything like that. She deserves better than that." Hermione was about to tell Ron that while his concern was appreciated, his question had been out of line. It never got asked, however, because Draco turned to Lavender and fired out a question before anyone could speak.
"Are you aware that Weasley only took you back after he broke up with you because Hermione told him to bugger off?" Lavender's gaze settled on the blond and Hermione could feel the hatred emanating off the Gryffindor.
"Yes, I'm aware. Thank you for clearing that up." Draco smirked at the pair.
"Anytime." Lavender turned to Hermione and she had a feeling that it was going to end up badly. However, she was pleasantly surprised when the question didn't bother her as much as she figured it would.
"Are you aware that Malfoy treats you just as he treated every other girl he ever shagged?" Draco kissed the side of her head before she met Lavender's eyes and answered.
"That's not true at all. The other girls were easy shags, and I'm not. We're going to spend the rest of our lives together." Her quiet confidence in what she said seemed to settle Draco beside her. She turned to Ginny.
"Have you told your mum what your plans are for when you graduate?" Ginny shook her head.
"Gods, no! She would have kittens if I came clean now. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission." The others aside from Harry looked on in confusion so Ginny made them swear to silence before she explained that she had already been drafted by the Holyhead Harpies as a reserve chaser after she graduated. All the men looked awed and Harry simply looked proud. Ginny turned to Fred.
"I heard from a little birdie that you were secretly dating Alicia Spinnet. True?" Fred's cheeks tinged the slightest pink before he answered.
"Yes, it's true. We haven't told anyone because we don't want our parents making a huge deal out of it until we know how serious we are." Hermione thought that was a well thought out plan.
The game continued in this vein, all of them asking the others embarrassing or revealing questions. Hermione confirmed that she was no longer a virgin, but had to drink and kiss Ginny's cheek when she refused to give the details of what their sex life entailed. Nobody seemed brave enough to ask Draco, which she was thankful for.
The truth about some of the Trio's adventures had come out and Hermione could tell that everyone aside from Ginny was surprised. She had a sneaking suspicion that Harry had already told Ginny all of his secrets.
The game finally ended when Molly cast a sonorous charm and announced to the whole house that dinner was ready and they would be eating in the garden. Hermione had went ahead of everyone to help carry things to the huge table set up in the garden of the Burrow, Ginny falling in behind her. She could admit that she was a little surprised when Lavender made no move to follow.
The meal was as boisterous as ever. The twins started a food fight between themselves and Ron, making everyone else laugh when they charmed several rolls to continuously pelt Ron until he agreed to eat them. Hermione got drawn into a conversation with Fleur of all people, talking about exactly what she did for Gringott's and if it was something that Hermione would enjoy doing once she had graduated from Hogwarts.
Draco was caught talking with Remus and Kingsley about she wasn't sure what. The rest of the table was happily ensconced in the seperate conversations and Hermione had to smile. This was what they had all been fighting for, the right to do as they wished, to do whatever it was that would make them happy.
When she had finished, Hermione sat quietly and allowed the others to finish eating before she stood and began clearing away the dishes and leftover food. Molly, Ginny, and Fleur also stood and started to help her, making short work of a rather large undertaking.
Once the dishes were set to wash magically in the large sink of the Burrow, all the women returned to the garden to find that Harry was standing and holding out his hand to Ginny. She gave him a quizzical look as she took his proferred hand, but Harry simply smiled indulgently at her. A gasp escaped from the redhead when Harry dropped to his knees in front of her and took her hands in his.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, I know that we didn't spend as much time together as I would have liked. I know I hurt you deeply when I broke up with you and left to hunt horcruxes. I know I could have done things differently, done things better, but I don't regret any of these things. I couldn't have stood it if you had been hunted for no other reason than you were my girlfriend. This being said, I'm asking you to be mine forever, for you to let me make up leaving for the rest of my life. I asking you to allow me to love and support you for the rest of your life. Would you be my wife, Ginny?"
Molly was sobbing in the background and Arthur appeared to be comforting her. The twins had grim looks on their faces, but remained quiet. Hermione had expected Ron to take it the worst, but he seemed oddly alright with it. Hermione wondered if Harry hadn't clued him in before he actually pulled this stunt off. Ginny seemed frozen for a few moments before she began nodding her head emphatically.
"Yes, Harry, sweet Merlin, yes!" Harry rose from his knees and pulled a box from his pocket and showed her the ring he had to offer her. Hermione couldn't see it, but she already knew which ring it was. Harry had confided in her during the time that they had been alone together on the horcrux hunt that he wanted to give Ginny his mother's ring.
Draco leaned over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a quick kiss to her neck. She snuggled into his side as she watched two of her best friends become engaged. It was in this moment that she missed Charlie. He would have loved to give Harry a hard time and threaten him if he didn't take care of Ginny. For the billionth time since she and Charlie had become close, she cursed his job for being so far away. As if Draco sensed that she was brooding, he leaned down again and whispered in her ear.
"I feel you over there. What's wrong, you should be happy for your friends." She gave him a small smile as she burrowed closer. He encouraged the movement and didn't press her for answers until she was comfortable.
"I'm just missing Charlie. He would have loved to have been here and gave Harry a hard time about marrying his baby sister." Draco kissed her eyebrow and chuckled softly.
"I imagine it would have been similar to what he said to me." She laughed softly.
"Yes, I imagine it would be. Maybe we'll get to watch it first hand come Christmas. Then we can compare notes." Draco barked out a laugh that reminded Hermione that he was very much related to Sirius. Another wave emotion hit her. When Draco turned to her again, she volunteered the information.
"You reminded me of Sirius just then. He was a scamp through and through, but I miss him. He would have been thrilled that Harry was carrying on his father's tradition and marrying a feisty red head." Draco smiled again and turned back to the table at large.
Everyone was congratulating the newly engaged couple and Harry seemed just a little uncomfortable when the twins descended on him. Hermione heard him protesting whatever they said, swearing that he had asked Arthur permission to ask Ginny. To say that she was surprised would have been an understatement. Harry had never been one to pay attention to the rules or proprieties of society, not to mention being raised muggle also contributed to his lack of knowledge in that area.
The party lasted long into the night, cake and ice cream being served shortly after Harry had proposed. Harry had insisted that nobody buy him gifts, but that hadn't been an option for most of the people that attended.
Draco hadn't bought her friend a gift, but she had tacked his name on the end of her gift much to his dismay. She knew Severus hadn't gothen him one either. When she had asked him about it, he had told her that not killing him in his sleep for all these years counted as his gift. Hermione and Draco had chuckled at his words, but left well enough alone. The relationship between Harry and Severus was still strained and she imagined that it always would be.
Harry received many gifts that he loved, and honestly, they all somewhat ran together in her mind. She remembered his reaction to opening her gift, a dragon hide wand holster with an invisibility charm imbued in the skin. Harry's eyes had lit up and he had hugged her close and thanked her profusely. He had held his hand out to Draco to show him thanks, but Draco had been too stubborn to take it until Hrmione dug her elbow into his ribs. When he had grunted and taken Harry's proferred hand, the table laughed at the exchange.
It was late and Hermione was exhausted by the time they reached Grimmauld Place once again. She allowed Draco to guide her upstairs while she leaned heavily into his side. He chuckled softly at her almost tripping over her own feet as she tried to kick off her flip flops.
Hermione didn't bother putting clothes on once she had stripped out of her skirt and tank top. She climbed into bed and settled happily against Draco's side, snuggling into him for warmth. When she was finally comfortable, she spoke.
"Thank you for going with me. I know you aren't the fondest of my friends, but I appreciate the effort you put forth to get along with them." Draco pressed his lips to her hairline.
"Well, they aren't Charlie, but they aren't all bad. Besides, you know I'd do anything for you, mon coeur." She sleepily kissed his chest.
"I'd do anything for you too, Dray." The pair went silent and it didn't take but a few moments for Hermione to drift off to sleep.
A/N- Lordy, it seemed like it took me ages to write this chapter. It may be because I was sidetracked with an amazing fic called Walking Shadow by Emara88. I would definetely suggest it to any dramione fans out there. Next up, our favorite wannabe parents make another appearance. Thanks for reading, y'all! Leave me your thoughts, they make me smile (((:
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