A/N: I'm so glad you all thought it was worth the wait for the last chapter as well :) Please enjoy this as the next part of your compensation for my emotional abuse!
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TWENTY-ONE
It was completely surreal to wake up the next morning in a place that was so familiar, yet not her own. Draco's arms were still tightly wrapped around her; the rest of their limbs tangled as well. The only thing that had changed since her eyes had closed the night before was that she had turned so her face was buried in his chest. His neck was stretched above her, presumably so that he didn't choke on her hair. She sighed, smiled into his chest, and burrowed even tighter into his embrace.
He shifted and Hermione wondered if he was awake. She got her answer when his lips brushed across her temple followed by his chest expanding for a deeper breath. "Do you have plans for today?" he asked, his voice still husky with sleep.
She did a quick rundown of her mental checklist and shook her head against him. "The only thing I have to do is check on Crooks. He'll tear my flat apart if I don't feed him."
Draco's chuckle sent vibrations through her entire body and it made her smile more. "If it's alright with you, I'll send Nixie to care for the beast."
She rolled her eyes and moved so that they were eye level on their respective pillows, but still tightly wound around each other. "He is not a beast. He's just a cat."
"I've seen cats, Granger," he said, his hand sliding up her side to gently roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "That orange mess of fur you insist on keeping around is definitely a beast."
Hermione's teeth sank into her lower lip as her body bowed towards him slightly. The shift allowed his cock to graze her inner thigh and his eyes darkened slightly. She huffed as he leaned in, his lips closing around the taut peak. "I don't know why everyone picks on poor Crooks. If it weren't for him, we would have died in Third Year."
His movements quelled for a moment as if considering whether or not he wanted to hear the story. She assumed he decided against it when she felt his tongue swirl around her flesh while his hand skimmed down her stomach. "Still a beast," he muttered, releasing her with an audible pop.
A moan left her lips as his hand grazed her core. Her thighs involuntarily closed around him, pinning him in place. He snorted and nipped at her skin. "If your intention is to fuck me all day, we should start with breakfast." To punctuate her point, her stomach growled. "I already skipped dinner."
He chuckled and kissed the top of her breast before tugging at his hand until she parted her thighs for him to remove his hand. He cupped her face instead and leaned in to capture her lips. "How about we take a shower to start the day fresh?"
"Then food?" she asked.
He nodded and pushed himself into a sitting position. As he called for Nixie, Hermione scowled at him and scrambled to pull the sheet over her; only just managing to do so as the elf popped into the room. "Nixie, could you go to Miss Granger's flat and attend to the beast she considers her pet cat, Crookshanks?"
Hermione's scowl turned into a glare, one that only earned a widened smirk, but he never broke his gaze from Nixie. "Yes, yes! Anything else youse me needing, Master Malfoy?"
"When you're finished with that, please bring us something to eat. A full spread if you don't mind."
"Right away! Nixie gets it for youse both!"
"Thank you, Nixie," he said and then she was gone with an excited squeal and a familiar crack.
The moment they were alone, Hermione reached up to swat at Draco, happy with whatever part of him she got. He simply laughed at her and captured her wrist before ducking down and stealing a kiss. She wrenched herself away and got to her feet, intending to keep the sheet around her, but Draco yanked that away as she stood. She rolled her eyes and made her way to the bathroom, unashamedly putting a bit more bounce in her step because she knew he was watching.
"Are you coming?" she called over her shoulder as she stood in front of the shower, taking in all the knobs and gadgets it contained.
"Soon," he said from behind her, making her jump. "We both will," he added, playfully swatting her rear as he started the shower with a wave of his other hand.
She rolled her eyes, but smiled along with him as he took hold of her hand and drew her under the water with him. He placed his arms around her and she laid her head on the center of his chest while the water rained down around them. "I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner," she whispered.
He shook his head above her and kissed the top of her head. "We said all we had to yesterday. I don't want to spend the next however many days apologizing and I don't want to hear you do it at all," he said, moving them out from the shower head in the center of the ceiling. "What do you say we just move forward? From this moment on, we don't forget, but we agree we were both stubborn, stupid, and scared. That's all behind us now, yeah?"
She nodded and looked up at him. "No more apologizes," she promised.
"Good," he replied and moved forward. She hissed at the contrast from the cold tile at her back and the heat of his body at her front. "Because I'm going to fuck you," he added as he lifted her up.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and she groaned as he slipped into her with ease. "How do you still have the energy for more?" she breathed, trying to use his shoulders for purchase, but her hands kept slipping off from the moisture that clung to his skin.
He chuckled and then grunted with the effort of holding her up and thrusting his hips. "Are you really complaining?"
"N-no," she stammered, waves of pleasure shooting up and down her spine. "Just surprised."
He smiled against her lips before capturing them with his own. "Are you?" he asked with a groan. "I find that hard to believe." He groaned and nipped at her lips. "You're so fucking soaked I slipped right in."
"We are in the shower."
The laughter at her own humor turned into a moan as he snapped his hips and angled hers to take him deeper. "Gods, I wanted you to wake up with my head between your thighs."
She moaned and arched her back off the wall. "Why didn't you?"
He stilled as his head reared back, his pupils blown wide with lust as he peered down the length of his nose at her. "Tomorrow then," he nearly growled before resuming his pace.
"Unless I wake up first," she teased, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He shuddered beneath her touch and quirked a brow, his eyes alight with hope. "Waking up with my cock in your mouth sounds like heaven." He carefully maneuvered a hand between them so he could rub at her clit. She keened loudly, the sound muffled by the drum of the water. "Just as it will when you come for me," he said, picking up the pace as her inner walls started to flutter. "That's it, Granger. I can feel you tightening up. Fuck. You're gonna make me come."
Her moan turned into a wail as she began to crest. "Oh gods, Draco. I'm coming! I'm com- Oh!"
She shattered around him and after a few last thrusts of his own, he was right there with her, moaning into the abyss of pleasure that swallowed them whole.
Draco's lips were sticky when they pressed against hers. For a moment, the mystery substance fused them together. The moment he pulled back, her lips darted out to taste what he left behind. She searched the recesses of her mind trying to place the acidic sweetness as she swallowed it down.
"You're over thinking," he mused, gently tweaking her nipple.
She squirmed and pouted in the general direction she assumed he sat. It was hard to tell without her sense of sight. "You just wait until we play the reverse." He laughed as she licked her lips again. "Raspberry?"
There was a moment of silence before she felt him moving across the bed. She shivered when his lips ghosted along the shell of her ear while his hand smoothed over the curve of her rear. "Tell me, Granger," he drawled, his hand lifting. She braced herself, but yelped anyway when his hand smarted across her backside again. "Are you intentionally getting these wrong for the punishments?" Another smack followed by a nip at her earlobe. "Or is your pallet truly this bad?"
She huffed and moved her head hoping to catch his lips, but he was faster. He kissed the tip of her nose and then pulled away from her. "Does it really matter?" she asked.
"No," he replied with another chuckle. "I suppose it doesn't. One more."
She licked her lips again and went over the ones he had already given her. So far there had been peach, watermelon, strawberry, and the last one. He had forgotten to tell her what it was. The only one she had been right about was strawberry and that was because she hated that particular flavor. How she had gotten watermelon wrong was beyond her.
This time when his lips touched hers, she recognized the scent of the fruit. She smiled triumphantly and licked the juice from both their lips. "Apple," she murmured against him.
"Finally," he replied and let his tongue slip into her mouth. He pulled her over him and slipped her blindfold off. They only broke the kiss when he rolled to put himself on top of her and pulled back enough to smile down at her.
"What was the one before that?" she asked.
"Blackberry."
Hermione huffed again at her inability to guess simple fruits. "At least I didn't get them all wrong."
"Two of five is still a fail," he teased, pushing himself into a sitting position at her side.
"What are you doing?" she asked, watching as he grabbed a small bottle from atop the try Nixie had brought them that morning for breakfast. They had eaten hours ago, but after several more rounds of fucking like the world was ending, they were ready for more sustenance. They had just started to pick at the food left in stasis when Draco suggested they make a game out of it. "Draco-"
"Relax, will you," he said, batting her hands out of the way. "It's chocolate sauce."
"The sugar-"
"I'm not putting it anywhere that could cause a problem for you down the road." He paused with the bottle half turned, a drop of chocolate threatening to fall where it hung above her chest. "Please?"
"What are you going to do?" she asked. "Write your name in chocolate?" The way his eyes blazed made her roll her own, but smile regardless. "Whatever pleases you, Master."
His eyes darkened for a moment before he turned his attention to applying the sauce to her skin. "Been awhile since you called me that."
"I don't think it suits us anymore," she replied, carefully watching his reaction. "Not all the time, anyway." He paused and let his gaze flicker up towards hers. "We said we were going to explore other things between us than just dom and sub, but that doesn't mean there can't be times where we indulge."
The grin that took hold of his lips made her core clench with a need that somehow hadn't been met yet. "I was secretly hoping you wouldn't let go of that part of us completely. I quite like bossing you around."
"I'm aware," she replied.
She watched him as he put the bottle back on the tray and loomed over her. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips and then stared down at her. "Now there's a sight." And before Hermione could even attempt to see it for herself, he was leaning in, his tongue dancing across her skin to lick her clean.
By the time he passed her navel and began to settle himself between her thighs, she no longer cared about sugar in sensitive places. And it wasn't until they collapsed on the bed beside each other that she realized he hadn't gotten all the chocolate off her body. They both glanced at one another's body smeared with the syrup and laughed. "Guess we'll just have to take another shower," he said between pants.
"Or a bath."
He chuckled as he drew her over him for a searing kiss. Before she knew it, she was straddling him in a heavenly scented bathtub with water lapping over the edges as they brought each other off again. She had lost count since waking up that morning and so long as their stamina continued, she knew this wouldn't be the last for the night either.
They had passed out shortly after dinner and woke up late on Sunday morning. They had simply laid in bed for a few hours without making a single move towards anything sexual. Hermione was completely worn out and she could sense that he was too. But as much as she was enjoying just laying in his bed all day, she had things to do before returning to work the next day and couldn't do them from her current state.
"Draco…" His arms tightened around her automatically. "I need to go."
He sighed and kissed her clavicle. "I don't want you to."
"I know, but you have to."
There was a moment of pause before he straightened to lay at her side. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her, his other hand stroking her face. "I'm afraid that if you go home, you'll overthink your way out of us. I'm sure if you were to do a pros and cons list, the cons would win."
"Not true, you were never convicted."
He stilled for a moment and narrowed his eyes as she began to laugh. "Granger-"
"I promise you, Draco," she said, her laughter ebbing as she placed her hand over his on her face. "My going home to do my normal weekend stuff won't change what we discussed."
"So when I see you tomorrow, you're not going to blush and run for cover? You're not going to avoid me all day?"
His thumb brushed over her bottom lip and she shivered. "I promise. If you don't see me, it's because I've spent the last month helping the Aurors so much I've been neglecting my own department."
"I'm serious, Hermione. I don't-"
She surged forward to capture his lips, cupping his jaw with one hand. "I promise," she murmured against his lips. "Nothing changes."
And for the first time in a long time, she Apparated home with a smile on her face and was already counting down until she would see Draco again.