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Lunch could not have been more strained. Hermione groaned, wishing Draco would just drop it.
His gaze softened, "Darling, I'm just worried about you."
She forced a smile, "I know Draco, let me handle it."
Stepping out of the restaurant, they apparated to the Ministry.
Draco walked Hermione back to her office. He playfully shoved her, and she did the same.
Their smiles faltered and left their faces completely at the sight of the wizard standing by Brenda.
Ryan bent over Brenda's desk trying to engage her conversation.
The usually friendly girl looked uncomfortable and Hermione felt the need to protect the young woman.
Draco narrowed his eyes frustratingly.
Ignoring Ryan, Draco took Hermione's hand in his and went inside the office.
Knowing they were in full view of the visiting incorrigible fucktard, he pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard in front of a perplexed and fuming American.
Breaking the kiss, he dropped a quick one to the base of her throat and huskily said, "I'll see you later darling."
Flustered, breathless and pink in the cheeks, Hermione swallowed hard and nodded.
"Don't expect her back too early," Ryan quipped mockingly, walking into the small office.
Draco grabbed Ryan's arm on the way out, his fingers dug into the man's dress robes dangerously, "Are we going to have a fucking problem mate?"
Ryan yanked his hand lose, "Of course not," he replied braving a look at Hermione.
Draco followed his gaze, fiery red anger clouded his vision, "Keep your eyes to yourself."
"Afraid of a little competition?" Ryan challenged sneering at Draco.
Laughing sarcastically at the man's comment, Draco leaned forward and replied darkly, "It's amusing that you would even consider yourself competition."
Leaning in closer Draco whispered threateningly, "You have been warned, I won't tolerate you or your bullshit."
Draco turned to smirk at Hermione and proceeded to storm out, giving Brenda a bright smile as he passed making her blush as always.
Ryan stared after him, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"What do you want Ryan?" Hermione's stern voice cut through the tension.
"He's a Death Eater," Ryan let the words slip out of his mouth in disgust
Hermione stiffened and then composed herself, "A long time ago when he was only a teenager."
Why did they owe him any explanation? The man was nobody to them.
Ryan snarled, "Once a fucker always a fucker."
She felt her temper steadily rise, "What the hell do you want?"
What did he want? The true purpose of waiting for her to return evaded him. Temporary amnesia considering the events that followed.
Hoping to not look like a complete moron, he quickly muttered, "Nothing," turning on his heel he exited the small office, his robes swished behind him.
An hour passed uneventfully.
Brenda rushed towards her, "The Minister is looking for you."
Hermione raised an eyebrow knowing exactly why Kingsley was looking for her.
Smoothing her outfit for any unfavourable wrinkles, she walked with purpose, ready to defend herself.
Without bothering to knock since he was expecting her, Hermione walked into Kingsley office to find Ryan opening the ages-old cupboards.
He ceased all activity and stared at her.
"What the hell are you doing? Where's Kingsley?" She asked suspiciously, her eyes taking in the cabinet he was rummaging around in.
Keeping his cool, Ryan replied, "I'm waiting for him."
Her fingers went to her wand on impulse. Dropping her voice low, she threatened, "Get away from the cupboards!"
Ryan almost faked a yawn and replied, "Gladly, this artefact interested me."
He was pointing at a destroyed Horcrux, the Diadem of Ravenclaw to be specific.
Cursing himself inwardly for getting caught in such a compromising position, he smiled at the perceptive witch before him.
Hermione continued to eye him suspiciously.
The man was shitting bricks.
Kingsley burst in suddenly and Ryan quickly muttered something to him in private and left avoiding Hermione's piercing glare.
Going around his desk, Kingsley sat down and motioned for her to do the same.
Taking the chintz chair closest to the Minister, she spoke, "You were looking for me."
"Yes, would you join the Auror dinner, Potter will be there too," Kingsley requested kindly.
Hermione replied frankly, not wanting to give in to the demands of the visiting atrocity, "There is no logical requirement for my presence."
Kingsley rubbed his temple, Hermione saw the exhaustion in the man's eyes and face, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have increased since he took up office.
Leaning back against his large leather chair, he declared angrily and then almost pleaded, "Ryan has reduced two departments to tears, please can you do this for me."
Hermione shook her head, her temper taking over, "He's an arrogant prick and I want to hex him into the next century."
Kingsley laughed out loud, his voice boomed and echoed through the space, "Yes I'm well aware but for the sake of politics we need to play nice."
He continued seriously, "Corporation between offices is a must but I did see the way he looks at you. Does he err...trouble you in ways that are not related to work?"
Staring directly into the Ministers face, Hermione answered truthfully, "He has flirted and it makes me uncomfortable if that's what you're asking."
Kingsley's face darkened with rage, "Right, I will see to it at once Granger. Will you join the dinner?"
Getting to her feet, she pushed the chair back to its original position and replied crossly, "If that is your wish, I will be there."
Kingsley sighed visibly in relief.
The Minister never acted like this, not a bloody soul got under his skin. It was disturbing to see him bend to this Americans demands.
Hermione's brain started to work overtime, who the bloody hell was Ryan and why did Kingsley tolerate his bullshit?
Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan saw Hermione storm out of the Minister's office muttering to herself.
He got up and followed her.
The sky darkened and most people had left for the day.
Defiantly, she turned on her heel at the approaching sound of footsteps.
She sneered, hands on her hip, "You must be giddy with happiness knowing I will be wasting my time at a useless dinner."
Ryan smirked and closed the distance between them.
"I always get what I want darling," he told her confidently, his chocolate brown eyes lighting up.
Taking a step back, she spat out angrily, "You will get nothing from me."
Reaching for her hand, he held on to her wrist tightly, "Don't be too sure."
Alone and undeterred, Ryan pressed Hermione against the wall.
His face inches from hers, he almost bent to kiss her.
Hoping someone would come around the corner, she struggled against him.
Deciding to throw him off and distract him, she looked into his eyes and asked, "Why were you in Kingsley office, Ryan? What are you up to?"
He paled and his hold relaxed.
His lips at her ear, she felt his hot breath and cringed, "Maybe I'll tell you, but only if you are nice to me."
It gave her the required time to wriggle out her wand, holding nothing back she hexed him.
Ryan hurled through the air and crashed into the opposing wall with a satisfying crunch.
He lay in a crumpled mess, holding onto his sides, groaning, and moaning in discomfort.
Looking over him, Hermione whispered furiously, "Stay the fuck away from me."
Still, on the floor, Ryan watched the retreating heels of the most insatiable woman he had ever met.
"Are you seriously fucking going for that dinner?" Draco sneered, tossing the book in his hand roughly away.
Hermione refused to look at the irked man but replied, "Yes love, I don't have a choice."
He eyed her through the mirror and responded irritably, "Why are you wearing a dress? Wear pants or something that covers your bloody legs."
This time, she turned to face him with her hands on her hips and asked, an edge to her voice, "Excuse me?"
Closing the distance between them, Draco took Hermione in his arms, "Does the American fancy you?"
He knew the answer to that, but he was curious about her deduction.
Holding him tightly around the waist, she reached to kiss him and replied against his lips, "Yes he does Draco, he wants to fuck me nothing more or less."
His fingers dug into the back of her dress ready to rip it off, he growled, "Motherfucker, I will do him some severe damage."
Breaking out of his stronghold, she implored, "Please calm down, I can handle it without you rushing to save me."
She smiled at the memory of Ryan lying on the Ministry floor cowering at her feet.
"He's a visiting dignitary, I have to deal with it carefully," Hermione found herself repeating.
Draco listened intently, was she off her fucking rocker?
"Is Potter going to be there?" He asked suddenly with a new resolve.
Pinning her hair up, Hermione turned to face her boyfriend and raised a questioning eyebrow, "Yes of course."
"Good, I'm going to speak to him," Draco declared firmly pulling out his phone and half down the hall to the living room.
Hermione rolled her eyes and followed him, "Oh for fuck sake!"
Silencing her, Draco spoke into the phone, "Potter!"
"Malfoy, what's up?" came Harry's crisp reply.
Draco did not mince words, "Who the fuck is this American fucktard?"
Harry stiffened and replied, "He's a bloody arsehole, don't worry I'll watch over Hermione tonight."
Harry knew Draco's concern was justified, he had seen Ryan's unwanted attention towards Hermione and obviously the man had a tough time taking no for an answer.
Almost sighing in relief, Draco replied gratefully, "Thanks, mate."
He hung up to face a fully dressed absolutely furious witch.
Despite his anger, he had to admit she looked stunning.
The little red dress hung to her curves and emphasized her buttocks.
A stab of jealously pierced his heart.
Hermione hissed, "Do you think I'm a child Malfoy?"
She poked him hard in the chest and whispered dangerously, "I don't need anyone's bloody protection."
Softening his tone, he lovingly tried to hold her, "Granger…."
Defiantly, Hermione moved away from Draco and yelled, "I told you I could handle it!"
Trying to get closer, he pleaded, "Baby, listen to me."
Hermione held up a hand sternly and cried, "Stop! I'm so angry with you right now."
Picking up her black clutch she left him to stew in his own frustration.
Seriously, she was fed up with everyone trying to baby her.
She had suffered and survived more alone than all of them combined.
Stopping at the wide mirrors outside the extravagant restaurant, Hermione stopped and did a small twirl.
Pleased with herself, she held her head high and walked into the elegant setting.
Hermione passed many tables, most wizards turned to greet her, some getting to their feet.
She spotted Harry at once.
The wizards at the table got to their feet as she approached.
With a warm smile, Hermione hurriedly took the seat next to Harry.
Grabbing a glass of water, she took a long drink.
Harry eyed her questionably, "Are you ok?"
Turning to face her best friend, she locked eyes with him in annoyance, "No I'm not. Why did you agree to babysit me?"
Shifting in his seat uncomfortably, Harry replied, "Oh...err...he's just worried about you."
"Well, I'm not some bloody delicate flower," Hermione hissed out of the corner of her mouth.
Before Harry could retaliate, they were rudely interrupted.
"Damn right you're not and I have the scar to prove it," Ryan informed shamelessly, eyeing her over.
She groaned making her displeasure obvious.
Harry eyed him with contempt.
What scar was he talking about? Something had obviously happened.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Harry probed, "What scar are you talking about?"
Ryan did not skip a beat, he winked at Hermione and answered, "The scar Hermione gave me that left me on my back."
The rest of the wizards at the table tuned into their conversation.
They stared at Hermione incredulously at what Ryan was implying.
Indignant at the passing sexual innuendo.
Hermione sneered and replied loudly enough for the table to hear, "He tried to sexually harass me, so I hexed him leaving a deep scar down his side."
The table went quiet and Harry almost grabbed Ryan by his robes.
Ryan roared with laughter, "Drunk already Hermione?"
Bending down, he whispered darkly in her ear, "That's strike three."
Purposely moving away, Hermione grit her teeth together and muttered, "Get away from me, you disgust me."
Sliding into the chair next to her, Ryan accidentally on purpose brushed his fingers along her exposed thigh causing her to jump.
Harry glared and asked, "Would you like to switch seats?"
Ryan eyed Potter and laughed, "You do have men at your beck and call don't you darling?"
Ignoring the American wanker, she ordered red wine, one turned into two and then into three.
Harry watched her intently and by the fourth glass he sternly told her, "I think you've had enough."
The dinner dragged on unpleasantly. The band struck up a pleasing tune.
A hand appeared in front of her face, "Come on Hermione, how about a dance?"
She eyed him with disgust, "Over my dead body!"
Ryan hid a laugh, she was something else, "Don't be such a prude."
He continued trying to convince her, "Where is that gutsy ballsy woman? Am I getting under your skin?"
Hermione continued to drink her wine, she knew he was baiting her and unfortunately it was working.
His tone turned serious and he hissed, "Don't embarrass me, people are watching us."
The wizards at their table were looking at their exchange oddly.
Pressing her lips together, she grudgingly took his hand.
Kingsley owed her big time.
Hermione muttered unenthusiastically, 'Lead the way, Ryan."
At the floor, he pulled her against his body.
"Give in Granger, you can't deny this heat between us," he whispered boldly against her ear.
She laughed then, maybe a bit too hard but a real good hearty laugh.
He stared at her angrily.
Hermione composed herself and replied calmly, "Let me make this very clear, you mean nothing to me, but you are however a constant bloody annoyance."
Ryan twirled her around.
Looking into his face, she asked darkly, "What were you doing in Kingsley's office? Who are you?"
His hand dropped to her hip, his fingers caressing the material and she stepped away from his unwanted touch.
Cocking his head to the side, Ryan sneered, "Wouldn't you love to know!"
Hermione locked eyes with Ryan menacingly and said, "If you try to touch me again, you will be picking your cock off the floor."
Intimidated, Ryan backed off.
Justin had just arrived and watched the pair on the dance floor with growing disapproval, Hermione was uncomfortable and speaking to Ryan in hushed but serious tones.
Harry was deep in conversation with Kingsley.
Adjusting his jacket Justin approached the pair, "May I cut in?"
"Yes, you most certainly may," Hermione replied, quickly pushing Ryan away.
The fuming American returned to the table glaring at Justin.
"Thank you!" Hermione told Justin with a smile.
He eyed her flustered and angry face, "No problem. Is he harassing you?"
She sighed and replied furiously, "Yes he is Justin, it was just words, but it's become physical now."
Justin's face darkened uncharacteristically, "What do you mean? What the hell did he do?"
"Calm down, he won't be doing anything else," Hermione retorted secretly happy at herself for putting the incorrigible man in his place.
Justin saw Ryan stare at them in anger.
He returned the look.
What the bloody hell was Ryan playing at?
They moved to the music, and Hermione asked, "How was your trip?"
Smiling Justin replied, "Exhausting, I'm returning to New York in three weeks."
Her face fell, "Oh, I will miss you."
His eyes blazed and sparkled, "Not if you join us there. We could use a witch like you Hermione."
Tenderly, Hermione touched his arm, "Justin, my life is here, Draco is here, I could never leave him."
Justin nodded curtly, "Of course not, I understand."
Back at the table, Hermione turned to Harry and whispered, "Something is unsettling about Ryan."
Harry raised a quizzical eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
Moving close to her best friend, she muttered, "I found him alone in Kingsley's office going through the confidential files."
Harry's eyes widened in shock, "What? Have you told Kingsley?"
Hermione shook her head, "Not yet, this isn't the right time and place, but I will soon."
They looked to the dance floor where Ryan was dancing with a big-bosomed woman who loved the attention, he was giving her.
Turning to Justin, Hermione asked casually, "how well do you know Ryan?"
He looked her over, wondering what prompted such a question, "Well enough I suppose, even though I work at the New York office and he's at the Washington office."
"He does have a reputation with the ladies as you know," Justin added cautiously.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Forking a piece of chicken, he concluded, "And he's known for being good at his job."
That she could believe.
"Why what has he done now?" Justin asked curiously.
"Nothing," Hermione replied quickly.
Harry and Hermione let out sighs of relief as dinner ended and they were excused.
"Give Ginny my love," Hermione told Harry affectionately.
Harry hesitated and said, "Give Malfoy my err... tell him I said hello."
They laughed at his comment.
Two men watched Hermione from afar
"How could you be so careless?" came the deeply irritated voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"She's a bright witch," he added proudly.
Ryan smiled fondly, "Yes I know."
"Just giving you a heads-up Minister because she will tell you," Ryan retorted keeping his eyes firmly on Hermione.
Kingsley could not help but feel pleased, Granger was his best, "Of course she will."
Turning to face the visiting dignitary, Kingsley's eyes darkened, and his face contorted with rage.
Ryan took a step back oblivious to the Minister's sudden anger.
"Stay away from Granger, I do not take kindly to my staff being harassed," Kingsley hissed.
Ryan swallowed hard and replied slowly, "I like her."
Kingsley obviously taken back by Ryan's declaration, sternly said, "Well unlike her because your infatuation with Granger is not part of the deal."
Without skipping a beat, he followed through with contempt, "I only tolerate your presence because of the grave issue at hand."
"I know that, but I want her for myself," Ryan heard himself say.
Reaching out, Kingsley grabbed Ryan by his coat, "Back off Granger immediately or your superior will have something to say about it."
Ryan visibly paled and longingly looked back at the laughing woman with Potter.
"Malfoy is hanging around her," he spat the words out in disgust.
Kingsley narrowed his eyes, a sneer to his lips, "You would be wise to stay out of his way. Malfoy is not a man to be trifled with."
Ryan was outraged, "He's a fucking Death Eater."
Losing his patience, Kingsley almost went to strike Ryan but instead replied, "When he was a kid, they forced it on him. He has since been cleared of all charges."
And then locking eyes with Ryan, he added aggressively, "Do not interfere with things you know nothing about, do your bloody job and get the fuck out of England. Leave Malfoy and Granger alone."
Kingsley eyed the big-bosomed woman standing by the entrance.
"Have a good night," Kingsley retorted with fake politeness.
Ryan glared at the departing figure of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
The lights dim, but she could make out Draco reading a book and sipping on a white concoction.
"How was dinner?" He asked with less to no enthusiasm.
Rolling her eyes, she replied in the same tone as his, "It was boring and annoying."
"Hermione, you need to tell me if he's harassing you," Draco told her firmly.
She stretched her tired muscles, her breasts riding up, she replied hotly "I'm a big girl."
Draco watched his witch in fascination, "You are also my girl."
"Am I? Prove it Malfoy," Hermione drawled seductively.
Taking off her heels, she sashayed over to him and sat across his lap.
"I have missed your body Draco," she almost whined.
Cupping his face, Hermione kissed Draco deeply, running her tongue eagerly along his bottom lip.
She bit down hard.
His fingers ran up her thighs slowly and under her dress.
"Not so mad anymore," he asked between kisses.
"Absolutely livid," she moaned heatedly.
He groaned against her neck, "Do I need to bring out the leather?"
"Mm...if you want," she whimpered into his mouth.
She was horny, very horny.
Slapping her arse cheek, Draco motioned for Hermione to get up, and growled, "Meet me in the room."
Wearing only white silk lace French knickers, she pulled her hair up into a messy bun and tucked her legs under.
Anxiously, she sat on the white carpet awaiting his arrival.
Closing her eyes, she gave herself to what would follow.
His scent was overpowering, it filled the corners of the room.
She took in a deep breath, letting the smell travel up her nostrils and lodge itself permanently in her subconscious mind.
The sound of footsteps made her eyes open at once.
Her breathing hitched.
He was a sight to behold.
Completely naked, the dim light bounced off his pale skin.
It danced along his muscles, coming to rest at the tip of his arousal.
Stroking his impressive length, bringing it to life he stood in front of her.
"Are you ready Granger?" Draco asked forcefully.
Not trusting her voice, Hermione nodded.
His luscious lips curved upwards, "So we begin!"
Using the rough leather paddle, he ran it slowly down her smooth slightly freckled back.
Her skin tingled and shuddered.
A low whimper escaped her lips.
He moved it sensually back up, stopping at the small of her back and then around the nape of her neck to the front.
So feathery slow, time seemed to stand still.
Teasingly he ran it down her chest to the valley between her breasts.
Stopping between the delectable curved mounds, he looked at the heaving chest of his witch.
She was loving it.
Gently, Draco ran the soft end of the paddle against her breast, cupping the underside with the leather.
He moved it around her aroused and hardened nipples, watching her shiver with pleasure.
It was too much to bear.
Hermione felt her knickers get wet.
"You like that don't you babe?" Draco asked huskily.
"Oh Yes!" She groaned.
Satisfied, he moved the paddle back up her aroused skin, placing it under her chin, he brought her head up to meet his blazing gaze.
She looked so delectable; it was difficult to control himself.
His hard cock inches away from her face, she could see the glistening pre-cum drip from his head.
"Lick it, Granger," Draco demanded.
Smirking, Hermione brought out her petite tongue and gently licked him clean off.
Taking his head in her mouth, she sucked on it, swirling her tongue around the engorged tip.
Moving her hand to encircle his girth, she pumped him while taking him fully in the mouth.
Building up a rhythm she sucked on his shaft, her tongue running along the pulsating and bulging nerves that had come alive.
Using her teeth, she grazed the top of the blood-filled head.
His fingers found its way into her hair, hurriedly he loosened the bun and wild curls came cascading down around his cock
Arching his head back, he groaned, "Fuck! This is how I love you, wild and free."
Placing her hands on either of his firm buttocks she brought him closer, working him to that point of sweet no return.
The sounds of sucking, slurping and swallowing filled the emptiness of the room.
Withdrawing completely, she wet her lips and took him down her throat.
Her throat groaned under the pressure but relentlessly she took him all the way in.
That's it my dragon, come down my throat, Hermione thought to herself.
Draco groaned aloud and grabbed her head roughly; he almost fell forward at the intensity of his release.
His load gushed out and slipped down her throat.
Holding her head firmly in place, he let her swallow every drop.
Fuck, he kept thrusting into the warmness.
Once she had milked him dry, he withdrew reluctantly.
Stepping back, Draco pointed to the large bed and growled, "NOW! Take off your knickers and spread those legs nice and wide."
Hermione did as she was told.
Her back to the bedding, she widened her thighs to the maximum her body would allow.
Instantly, she felt the cool air hit her thighs and cunt.
He ran the soft paddle through his long fingers.
Lightly he moved it over her exposed cunt, moving down her slit.
She shuddered and moaned aloud.
Her wetness glistened and Draco itched to taste her.
He ran the paddle down her thighs, over her toes and abruptly stopped.
It was time to claim her, tossing the paddle aside, he bent over her.
Starting at her manicured red painted toes, he used his lips and tongue to ravage her flesh tantalizingly slow.
Moving upwards, placing airy kisses along her leg, he stopped to deeply suck on the inward of her thigh.
The mark stood out against the dim light. The blood pulsating from the assault of his lips.
He smelt her arousal, felt the heat, the dripping juices along her slit onto the bed.
Spreading her sweet pussy lips, he dove his tongue into her tight hole.
"Oh, God!" She spasmed at once.
Burying his tongue within her tightness, he fucked her with it.
Pressing the flat of his thumb to her clit, he massaged it feeling the pink swollen nub throb.
He was rock hard again.
Merlin, he just wanted to plunge into her.
But not yet...
He licked her along her slit, letting her feel his tongue drag itself along her outer petals.
There it was... her gorgeous clit
Staring at him... begging to be sucked.
Spreading her lips further apart, he encircled the pert little nub with his lips and gave it a hard suck.
Her fingers nearly pulled his hair out of his scalp, "Draco...oh babe..."
"I love it when you say my name," he groaned against her wetness.
"Dragon...," Hermione moaned.
That was new, she had never said that before
It went straight to his fucking balls.
One last hard suck and she crashed around him.
Her sultry cries echoed off the walls in an erotic undertone.
Digging her toes into the bedspread, she pushed into his face.
Holding her down, Draco whispered, "That's right baby, I'm going to lick you all up."
"My Dragon…," she whimpered with her eyes closed.
She said it again.
It slipped out of her mouth like smooth silk.
Her body convulsed with the intensity of her orgasm.
That was his cue.
Before she descended from her high, he pushed into her hard, claiming her cunt as his own.
She cried out, holding onto his buttocks as he hammered into her.
"So tight Granger," he roared picking up the pace.
He liked to use Granger when he fucked her.
Cupping her breasts, he took a hardened nipple into his mouth.
Twirling his tongue around it, he bit down hard enough for her to feel the pain.
She welcomed it, arching her back she pushed her soft fleshy mound into his mouth.
Rising above her, he pushed her thighs wide apart watching his cock slide in and out.
It was sinfully beautiful to watch her take him in.
He slowed down, mesmerized by the action.
It felt so fucking good.
Slowly... in...out... in...out.
He groaned, feeling the eruption that was accumulating in his balls.
Eager to be fucked harder, Hermione moved away from Draco and pushed him down.
Straddling him in one swift movement, she lowered herself onto his cock and started to ride him.
His hold on her waist tightened, keen fingers dug harshly into her flesh holding her in place.
Holy bloody fuck! He came like an erupting volcano.
"Don't stop, not yet," Draco pleaded throatily.
Hermione moved faster still, letting his load travel down her passage.
Exhausted, her legs gave out and she fell onto his broad chest.
He held her sweat-soaked body against his own.
"I love you," breathless and exhausted, she whispered against his chest.
Placing loving kisses to her forehead, he replied, "I love you too Hermione."
She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Having her naked in his bed was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
The silk bedding twisted around her revealing her long legs.
He woke up in the middle of the night restless and wanting some fresh air.
Fixing himself a drink, he took it out onto the balcony.
The starry sky filled him with hope.
He made a deal with the Gods.
Let me love her in this lifetime and the next.
Dragon
It made him smile.
The sun streamed into their room bringing the hope of a new day.
Taking a deep breath, Draco buried himself into Hermione's hair.
Nuzzling into smooth her neck, he muttered sleepily, "Mm... you smell good darling."
Pulling her closer, he asked groggily, "Remind me, do we have lunch or dinner at your parents?"
Placing an airy kiss to his lips, Hermione replied drowsily, "I thought we could make a day of it. I want to help dad with the garden."
"Ok darling," Draco responded yawning.
It dawned on him that he had not told her about his plan for Teddy, "The new Batman movie is out, I thought we could take Teddy tomorrow."
Her eyes closed, she smiled, "That sounds like fun, we haven't seen him since our beach outing."
Turning over, Hermione went back to sleep.
Bending to suckle on her breast, he gave a hard suck and left the comfort of the bed.
Grabbing his little black gloves, Draco headed to his Muggle training room.
Tightening the drawstring of his pants, he did a few exercises to loosen up.
The large punching bag was at the far corner of the room.
He punched it a few times, his blows getting forceful and aggressive.
Satisfied, he did his combos.
Punch, punch, kick, high kick and repeat.
The force of his kick made the heavy bag swing dangerously, the metal chain holding it up creaked in protest.
After the war, he found solace in Muggle martial arts.
His sensei had helped him deal with his inner demons.
He worked his way to a black belt, but it was the meditation that helped calm his tormented soul.
The soothing practice helped him to live with the horrors of his past.
He even resorted to a secluded three months of intense meditation following Theo and Hermione's marriage.
It had been a painful and dark adjustment period.
He tightened his gloves, and stretched his fingers out, the leather felt good against his skin.
The sweat dripped off his back, he loved the rush of pure adrenaline coursing through his body.
Sex, flying, driving and this...
The door was ajar, Hermione watched hidden by the shadows; Draco was oblivious to his audience.
Damn, he looked hot all bathed in sweat.
He grunted aloud as he made contact with the bag.
Deciding to make her presence known, she stepped inside the clean room.
He stopped and wiped his brow, running his fingers through his hair.
"Have you had breakfast?" Draco asked, not taking his eyes off the bag.
Mesmerized, Hermione swallowed and shook her head vigorously.
"I'm just finishing up," he told her, grabbing the punching bag, and kneeing it hard.
Cocking her head to the side, she watched the steady trickle of sweat down his arms.
Spit gathered and she swallowed hard.
"Granger, are you alright?" Draco questioned a glint in his eyes.
Snapping out of her vivid fantasy of fucking him on the padded floor, Hermione mumbled, "Hmmm...yes."
Closing the distance between them, Draco lifted her off her feet and slammed her onto the training mats.
She gasped in surprise.
"Is this what you want?" He asked huskily, moving a gloved hand in between her thighs.
"You were fucking me with your eyes," Draco whispered against Hermione's ear.
Putting a thumb through the band of her white French knickers, he gave it a hard yang.
It tore and fell in two pieces exposing her wet cunt to his eager fingers.
Tearing himself off her body, he stood above her and discarded his pants.
He went to take off his small black gloves, but she stopped him.
"Keep them on," Hermione whispered hotly, moving her fingers around her nipples.
Smirking, he retorted huskily, "Kinky little witch."
Lying back down between her eager legs, he guided his erect cock to her entrance and pushed in.
With a loud moan, her legs went around his waist holding him in.
"Tell me what you want," Draco growled.
They thrust against each other and then together.
"Draco..." Hermione whimpered with pleasure.
"Tell me!" He demanded through clenched teeth.
She cried out, "I want you to fuck me hard."
Turning her over, he raised her creamy smooth buttocks and spread the cheeks.
He ran his thumb over her little arsehole, and she clenched.
One of these days, he was going to fuck that hole to glory.
Draco pushed his pulsating cock into her wet cunt.
Holding her firmly by her waist, he plunged into her hard.
The sound of him pounding her hole from behind filled the quietness of the room.
Their flesh hitting each other fueled their pending desire.
"Come with me Draco," she moaned eagerly offering her arse.
He did not need telling twice.
Speeding up, her walls clenched around his girth, holding him, squeezing against his pulsating cock.
"Babe…." Draco barely heard Hermione, his orgasm roared in his ears drowning out everything else.
She shuddered under him, her juices dripping down her thighs.
Wave upon wave of ecstasy washed over them.
Thoroughly spent, Draco moved to her side without withdrawing.
His softening cock would slip out on its own.
Breathing hard, they stared at each other.
How could she have ever stayed away from him?
How could he have given her up?
They lay entwined in each other's arms, content and loved.
Minutes passed…..
Getting to their feet they ran across the flat naked, straight into the large bathroom.
They showered together, lathering each other with body wash and shampoo.
This was a blissful life.
He finished first, dropping an ardent kiss to her soapy lips, he reluctantly stepped out of the cubicle.
When Hermione walked into the living room, Draco was stroking the feathers of his eagle owl.
"He's so beautiful," Hermione gushed moving closer.
The owl cooed as if it understood the compliment.
Draco smiled and attached the letter to the owl's leg, "I'm sending Andromeda a letter."
"Hmmm...," she acknowledged.
The owl spread its wings and landed on Draco's arm before taking off, "Go Drak."
Drak meant dragon in Slovak. It seemed fitting.
Hermione stared in awe as the owl did a turn and flew out the window.
They dressed in casual clothes, jeans, and t-shirts.
Taking her hand in his, they apparated to the backyard of the Granger household.
The smell of roses surrounded them, and Hermione stopped to sniff a large yellow rose.
Draco watched lovingly but letting go he strode into the kitchen.
The aroma of cooking food made its way into his nostrils.
Sex and lack of food had made him ravenous.
"Son!" Mrs. Granger greeted loudly and took him eagerly in her arms.
Mr. Granger hearing the commotion switched off the Football match and came towards them.
Hermione entered the kitchen and flew into her father's waiting arms.
"Ah Princess, you look beautiful," he gushed over his only child.
Shyly she went to stand by Draco, hiding her flustered face against his coat.
Lacing his fingers through his, he brought it to his lips.
Their subtle gestures made it obvious to her parents of the seriousness of their promising relationship.
Mrs. Granger smiled brightly at the couple and Mr. Granger beamed.
They sat at the kitchen table and spoke in great length about everything that had been going on.
Draco apologized for not stopping by and Mrs. Granger hushed him, "We understand you two have been spending time together."
Mr. Granger requested Draco to follow him, leaving Hermione alone with her mother.
"You look, happy darling," Mrs. Granger said, thankful that her daughter found happiness despite the tragic circumstance she had been burdened with.
Hermione took a deep breath and smiled, "I'm very happy with him"
"It shows," her mother teased, tossing over a piece of carrot.
Munching on the carrot, she retorted, "I was always happy with him mom."
Mrs. Granger's gaze softened, "I know, I remember love."
Continuing to cut vegetables, she added, "He seems completely in love with you but then again it's always been like that."
Hermione blushed, her cheeks turned red.
Raising an eyebrow, her mother asked curiously, "Have you discussed marriage?"
Hermione's eyes widened and she almost choked on the piece of carrot, "It's too soon mom."
Shrugging her shoulders, Mrs. Granger reached for a ripe tomato, "Do you want to spend the rest of your life with him?"
Without a second thought, Hermione blurted out, "More than anything."
Dropping her voice, Mrs. Granger said, "I feel like he's ready to settle down."
That sparked Hermione's interest and she shyly asked, "You really think so?"
Placing the knife aside carefully, she reached over and squeezed her daughters' hand, "I do."
Hermione sighed sadly, "The wizarding world is not keen on our relationship."
She felt the tears sting her eyes, "I'm scared being with me will harm him."
Looking intently at her daughter, Mrs. Granger lifted Hermione's face to meet hers and sternly said, "That is his choice to make, please do not make any rash decisions."
They heard the rough and deep voices of the men.
Quickly wiping her face, Hermione asked curiously, "Where did you get off too?"
Smiling Draco replied, "Your dad needed some magic."
Hermione raised a questioning eyebrow, "Magic?"
Politely he answered, "Yes, to fix a few broken cupboards and scrapes on the car."
"Dad!" Hermione cried incredulously.
Mr. Granger shrugged his shoulders and defended his actions, "What? I've seen you do it. Saves me a few quid."
Draco laughed, shook his head, and reminded Hermione, "We use magic to switch off the light in our room, this is hardly abusing it."
Hermione flinched.
Mr. Granger shifted his feet uncomfortably.
Our room? It was obvious they were sleeping together but as a father, he did not need the reminder.
An awkward silence followed.
Draco caught on and failed miserably trying to fix it, "Oh not our own, any room really, we aren't sleeping together."
And then added hurriedly, "I mean, we haven't had sex."
"Dear Merlin, stop talking Draco!" Hermione cried out, blushing furiously.
Mr. Granger looked visibly disturbed.
"Let's eat," he mumbled unhappily.
Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at the dishes. Mainly because she wanted to avoid the awkwardness.
Carefully the dishes floated and landed carefully on the table.
They ate heartily, Draco had second servings of everything and could hardly breathe by the end of the meal.
He missed the Granger's.
Their warmth, the good-natured humour, and Mrs. Grangers mouthwatering granny apple pie.
It was no secret that he loved green apples but to have them surrounded by sweet flaky pastry was just heavenly.
"Draco if you keep stuffing your face you will explode!" Hermione teased delicately forking a piece of pie.
"Leave the man alone Hermione," her father warned her sharply.
"Would you like to take the rest of the pie home?" Mrs. Granger asked sincerely.
Looking up Draco nodded unable to speak because of the pie in his mouth.
Hermione snorted and Draco frowned at her.
"You're such a pig for apple pie," she mumbled.
Reaching under the table, he pushed his hand between her legs and squeezed her thigh.
"Ow," she jumped away from his grasp.
"What happened?" Mr. Granger asked curiously.
Hermione glared at Draco and he shrugged his shoulders continuing to devour his slice of pie.
They retired to the living room and settled in front of the TV.
Hours went by and the animated chattered had not lessened.
A hoot from the kitchen distracted them and Hermione went looking for the source.
Drak cleaned its feathers.
Reaching over Hermione stroked the beak and took the letter tied to its leg.
Reluctant at first because she was not its master, Drak relented after she rubbed his beak.
With a loud hoot, the owl took to the skies.
Sitting back down, Hermione handed the letter to Draco.
Dear Draco,
Teddy is beside himself. See you, tomorrow son.
Love
Aunt Andromeda.
"Looks like the movie is a go," Draco declared happily.
"We should bring Teddy here someday," Hermione told him lovingly.
"Teddy?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"He's my nephew," Draco replied warmly.
Mrs. Granger smiled warmly and said, "You are free to bring him around anytime."
They got up to leave. It was getting late and filled with tasty food made Draco lazy and sleepy.
Hermione was already dozing off against his shoulder.
Hugging her mother tightly, she said, "Thank you, mom, for everything."
Her mother's eyes glistened with tears, "Please don't wait months to come by again."
Clumsily wiping the tears, Mrs. Granger stuttered, "We miss you so much."
Closing the distance between them, Draco hugged the older woman, "We will come every week, you have my word."
Mrs. Granger sobbed into Draco's coat and Hermione rubbed her mother's back, her own tears falling down her pretty face.
Breaking away, Hermione took Draco's hand in hers and took them to her flat.
They collapsed onto the couch and he patted his content and slightly protruding stomach.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "My parents probably think I don't feed you."
His eyes closed as he drifted off into a food-induced coma.
Letting him sleep, Hermione attended to the tasks of doing their laundry and putting freshly laundered clothes into there place.
Two hours into his nap, Draco stirred and woke up to the noise of cluttering pots, pans and dishes being washed.
He called out from the living room grumpily, "Granger what the bloody hell are you doing?"
"Oh, sorry love," Hermione replied laughing.
Shaking his head, he discarded his clothes as he went to the bathroom to have a long shower.
She was already in bed when he came out, reading a book.
Still sleepy, Draco slid in next to Hermione and pulled the cover-up to his chin.
Bending over she placed an affectionate kiss to his forehead.
Teddy woke up with a huge smile on his face.
Draco and aunty Mione were taking him out again.
He loved spending time with them, especially Draco.
Carefully, he placed his Batman t-shirt on the bed and fetched out his jeans.
Teddy touched the poster of Hogwarts; he could not wait to start.
His Muggle school was full of bullies and idiots. They left him alone, occasionally throwing a dumb comment his way.
He had three good friends, Jane, Paul, and Austin.
They lived down his lane and were inseparable. He would miss them when he went away to Hogwarts.
Hurriedly washing, he transformed his hair colour to jet black with luminous green streaks.
Changing into his clothes, he rushed down the stairs to his grandmother.
"Good morning Gran!" Teddy greeted excitedly.
Andromeda grinned at her beautiful grandson, "My you are up early."
Looking around the kitchen, Teddy lied sheepishly, "I was hungry!"
Hiding a fond laugh, Andromeda said sweetly, "There's a few hours before Draco comes by."
"I know, can we have pancakes?" Teddy asked hopefully.
Already pointing her wand, Andromeda agreed wholeheartedly, "Of course darling."
Teddy drank his orange juice and ate his pancakes with a smile plastered to his face.
Andromeda ruffled her grandson's hair and smiled fondly at him while sipping her cup of hot tea.
Having slept early, Draco got up at the crack of dawn.
Hermione was asleep on top of his body.
He had become an accessory on her bed of many pillows.
Desperate to take a piss, Draco carefully rolled over a fussing witch to the other side.
He shot to the bathroom.
Sighing as he emptied his tank, Draco looked around the bathroom.
A picture of the two of them caught his attention and he smiled at it lovingly.
The bathtub looked inviting, tossing his boxers aside, he climbed into the tub and let the warm water wash over him.
Towelling his hair, he entered the semi dark room.
Hermione was fast asleep, bending over Draco peered into her peaceful face.
The t-shirt he planned to wear for the movie was hanging snugly inside his cupboard back at his flat.
Gently Draco whispered in Hermione's ear, "Darling, I will be by in a few hours to pick you up. Sweet dreams my love."
She snored softly oblivious to anything he said, frowning Draco quickly scribbled a note and enchanted it to catch her eye the minute she woke up.
Bright pink, it fluttered like a butterfly next to her bed.
With one last look at his sexy sleeping witch, he was about to apparate when her mobile buzzed and she received a text message.
He glanced at it and then stared at it.
The name next to it made his blood boil.