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Hermione poked her head into the study, "Come to bed darling."
Draco looked up from the notes he casually spread across the table.
"One more slide and I will be done," he replied returning to numbering the visual aids.
Opening the door wide, she stepped in and sighed, "I didn't see you study this hard for the N.E.W.T exams."
Draco stopped and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I want it perfect for Teddy babe."
He pointed at a bag bursting at the seams, "Helen, got these pens that change colour to hand out to all the kids in class."
Walking over, Hermione picked one up and fiddled with it, the pen lit up in her hand.
Impressed, she retorted, "That is a brilliant idea. The kids will love them."
She went to stand behind him, placing small hands on his shoulders she slowly began to massage the tense muscles.
Draco cocked his head to the side and groaned, "That feels good."
Leaning in, Hermione whispered in his ear, "If you don't get some sleep you will fall asleep at school."
Swinging his chair around, he knocked her off her feet and pulled her onto his lap.
"Kiss me, Granger," Draco muttered huskily.
Hermione put her arms around his neck and teased the hair at the back of his neck.
Pulling him close, she pressed her lips to his. Taking his bottom lip between her teeth she bit down hard.
Smirking, she hopped off his lap and warned, "Ten minutes."
Pulling the note cards close, he smiled innocently, "Twenty minutes please."
Scowling Hermione stormed out of the study and into the bedroom.
After applying lotion, she pulled back the covers and slid inside.
Minutes later, she felt the bed groan under pressure and a hand slipped across her waist and pulled her close.
Smiling sleepily, she turned over and snuggled against the broad chest.
He smelled of fresh coffee and chocolate.
His arms went around her protectively and they slid into a peaceful slumber.
The halls of the Manor were dark and gloomily. Ghostly figures came out of the walls and filled the space with their ominous cackle.
The fire burnt brightly throwing shadows of misdeeds onto the walls momentarily covering the framed Prophet articles of the rise and fall of Voldemort.
Lord Thomas Canterbury sat across Lord Julius Cartwright.
He twirled the special blend of whiskey and took a sip.
"Miss Granger has an offer from the American Ministry. We must influence her to take it," Thomas informed his counterpart seriously.
Julius Cartwright leaned forward curiously, "How shall we accomplish that?"
Thomas closed his eyes in deep thought.
After a moment, his blue eyes burned bright with purpose, "By making her life here unbearable."
Julius shifted uncomfortably, "Do you think this is right, Thomas?"
He glared at the man, "You dare question me?"
Quick to put his hands up in surrender Julius slowly got to his feet and backed away.
Sighing Thomas continued, "We cannot stop the progress of the world but we can try to keep the few families with pure blood untainted."
Looking out into the grounds bathed by the silver rays of moonlight, Cartwright nodded in agreement and after a few seconds asked, "Have you tried speaking to Narcissa?"
Thomas felt his eyes cloud over with longing, "Not after the incident a week ago, perhaps I will pay her a surprise visit."
Sneering, Julius asked earnestly, "Would you like me to accompany?"
Narrowing his eyes and angered by his friend's eagerness, Thomas quickly spat, "No, that will not be necessary."
Covered by the dim light, Thomas could not see the suspicion and confusion that spread across Julius's face.
Changing the subject, Thomas informed with an air of superiority, "I have requested Kingsley's presence"
Raising an eyebrow, Julius sipped his drink.
Like clockwork, the Minister of Magic stepped out of the Floo network.
His entire body radiated anger and frustration.
Ignoring him Thomas continued to sip his drink and lick his bottom lip.
"Shacklebolt," Julius greeted formally.
The Minister ignored the portly, snivelling man and rounded on the seated calm Lord, "I cannot be summoned like a dog, what do you want?"
Thomas smirked, "You must make sure Miss Granger takes the job in New York."
Kingsley's body stiffened and he snarled, "I already told you that I will play no part in this bloody game."
Helping himself to a drink, he continued furiously, "Whether she takes the job or not will be entirely up to her."
Thomas whipped aside his robe and pulled out his wand, "You dare to defy us and the council?"
Kingsley eyed the wand humorously and let out a sarcastic laugh, "I am the Minister of Magic and you dare to threaten me?"
His robes swished as he spun around and pulled out his wand pointing it squarely at Thomas's chest.
Mortified Julius stepped back, far away from any line of fire.
"You might be influential, but I have the backing of the Ministry. Do not toy with me or ask me to do your dirty work," Kingsley's deep voice boomed and echoed through space.
Thomas regarded him through darkened eyes.
Magic flowed through him and his fingertips emitted a silvery glow.
Kingsley's eyes shot to the fingers rubbing against each other, "Wandless magic does not intimidate me."
Suddenly Thomas reached out and Kingsley was forced a few steps back, "I do not wish to hurt you, Minister."
Regaining his ground, Kingsley threw his head back in laughter and put his wand away.
Thomas followed suit.
The two men stared at each other, but it was Kingsley that spoke, "Malfoy is going to marry Granger and there won't be a damn thing you can do about it."
Julius scowled from the corner and Kingsley turned to him and roared, "Do not make a sound coward."
Walking to the bar, Thomas fixed himself another drink and drained it full.
The rich aged scotch felt heavenly against his scratchy throat.
"Am I to sit by and watch another young man make a grave mistake?" He questioned Kingsley in frustration.
Sighing, Shacklebolt replied solemnly, "Nott's demise was tragic, it had nothing to do with Granger."
He put a consoling hand on Thomas's shoulder, "Something's are best left alone."
Roughly shaking away his hand, Thomas growled, "I am head of the council for a reason. I will never allow this union."
Kingsley moved closed to the fireplace and stared into the burning flames, "You dig your own grave. The next generation does not care about blood, they care about each other."
With a stern glare, Kingsley informed seriously, "Know this. I will side with Malfoy and I do not doubt that most will including Harry Potter."
Thomas visibly paled but hid his true feelings. Potter getting involved would be unfortunate.
The Minister did not miss the look that flashed across Thomas's face, he smirked triumphantly, "Hermione Granger is Potter's best friend, as you are well aware."
Laughing to himself, Kingsley stepped into the fire and disappeared.
Julian frowned at the fireplace and turned his attention to Thomas.
Without a word, he was dismissed.
Thomas sat back in his chair, staring at the glowing flames rising high up into the chimney.
He let his thoughts wander and settle on his nephew.
Glass in hand, he closed his eyes.
Theo smiled warmly and then eyed the petrified house-elf, "Good morning uncle. I was not expecting you today."
Laughing Thomas embraced Theo, "Must I have a reason to visit my nephew."
Stepping back, the tall blonde went around his desk and looked into the face of his distant relative, "The potions are not ready. They need another two weeks to reach maturity."
Thomas waved his hand dismissively.
Eyeing the projects Theo was working on with interest, he replied darkly, "I am here to discuss a far more important matter."
His back to his uncle, Theo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He knew the foreboding conversation would come but he had not counted on it coming so soon.
Straightening to his full height and holding his head high, Theo turned to face his imposing uncle.
Locking eyes, he openly asked, "What would that be?"
Thomas fixed him with a look and sneered, "Don't act stupid boy, you know exactly what I want to discuss."
Heading to the minibar, Theo fixed himself and his uncle a drink.
Handing the tumbler to the seated man, he retorted warningly, "If you wish to discuss my fiancé, I must warn you that I will not tolerate a word against her."
Throwing his regal head back, Thomas roared with laughter, "You dare to disgrace our family by taking a Muggleborn as a wife!"
Taking a sip of bourbon, Theo sighed, "Uncle, it is time for certain old traditions to die."
Thomas opened his mouth to defend, "Your father…."
Theo laughed, "My father was a maniac who died in prison."
Purposely Thomas stared into his glass.
Taking the opportunity, Theo pressed, "Did you visit him at all?"
Gravely shaking his head, Thomas replied solemnly, "No I did not."
Draining his drink, he regarded his uncle wearily, "You would not have liked what you saw."
Theo felt a shiver creep up his spine, "The man died tortured and demented. I hardly recognized the body."
Confidently, Thomas raised his glass, the sun streamed through the window and connected with the crystal, "You are certainly not your father.
Pressing his lips down, Theo studied the well-dressed man before him with growing contempt.
Keeping his temper in check, he responded, "Ah that is true and that is why I have chosen Hermione as my partner."
Thomas took his time, finished the drink and slowly got to his feet, he regarded his tall headstrong nephew, "You make this decision alone Theo, you will be dead to the family."
Theo came around the large desk and leaned against it, a smile curving his lips, "I do not wish to go against you but I will go ahead with my nuptials."
His fingers edged closer to his wand and Thomas warned, "You are making a grave mistake bedding a Mudblood."
Reaching into his back pocket, Theo pulled out his wand and pointed it threateningly at his uncle.
His eyes darkened with anger and narrowed to slits, "Do not dare use that word in front of me in my fucking house."
Thomas raised his wand and stepped forward with a sneer.
Theo stood his ground and roared, "GET OUT!"
His brow was low and his eyebrows dark, making his unwavering gaze even more intense.
Undeterred by his nephew's childish outburst, Thomas fixed his robes and advised, "Mark my words Theo, she will be the end of you."
Through clenched teeth, Theo spat, "I will take that chance."
It was the last time he saw his nephew alive.
Thomas opened his eyes, a single tear rolled down his cheek and fell to the ground.
Getting to his feet he threw the glass into the fireplace angrily. Theo had meant a great deal to him.
Teddy paced the corridor nervously, at every sound he looked up anxiously.
Ten minutes to the presentation, Teddy heard aunty Mione's familiar laugh and Draco's tall frame came into view.
They waved at him cheerfully and he visibly relaxed.
Draco fist-bumped Teddy and Hermione gave him a warm hug.
Teddy raised an eyebrow and she grinned, "I am here to watch the show and offer moral support."
Draco scrunched up his nose in disgust. "What is that putrid smell?"
Teddy hid a laugh, "Muggle schools smell funny."
Hermione rolled her eyes and nudged Draco, "Let's go Princess."
He shot her look of annoyance.
Miss Thompson, Teddy's class teacher was in the middle of a discussion.
She turned towards Teddy and took a step back in surprise.
Who in Adonis was this handsome young man?
"Good morning," she managed to say before offering her small hand.
Draco flashed his smile and took her hand in his, "Good morning Miss Thompson," and looking at Teddy, he added, "Teddy has told us all about you."
The teacher started to giggle and shift her feet. Was it hot in here? Her shirt seemed too tight.
Consciously, she smoothed her shirt and skirt.
Hermione eyed the flustered woman and stifled a laugh.
She swapped a look with Teddy.
The young boy shrugged oblivious to what was happening.
Mustering every ounce of professionalism, Miss Thompson asked curiously, "And you are?"
Taking his hand back, Draco fixed his tie and replied warmly, "Draco Malfoy, Teddy's uncle."
Unable to stop herself, she muttered, "So young to be an uncle."
Draco threw his head back and laughed goodheartedly.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione coughed making her presence known.
Miss Thompson shifted her eyes to the smartly dressed woman in high heels.
Extending her small hand once again, she asked hopefully, "And you are? A cousin or sister perhaps?"
Cocking her head to a side, Hermione smiled innocently, "Hermione Granger, Teddy's aunt."
She laced her fingers through Draco's and continued to smile.
Miss Thompson took in the intimacy and quickly snapped out of her daze, "Please have a seat at the back of the class."
"Thank you so much," Hermione replied her voice dripping with sweetness.
"The daft bimbo," she mumbled leading Draco to the back of the class.
He shook his head and hid a laugh.
Taking their seats, he leaned towards her and whispered, "You are a sight when you get jealous, it really turns me on."
Playfully she shoved him away, "Stop, we are surrounded by children."
Amused, Draco replied, "You just ruined Teddy's chances of getting an A."
Hermione threw him a look and turned her attention to the front.
The walls were plastered with charts of human biology and colourful art, the windowsills were jammed with potted plants that looked ready to wither away into nothingness.
Draco looked around and took in the intricate details.
Morgan stared in admiration.
He leaned towards Teddy, "Is that Hermione Granger? The war heroine?"
Teddy smiled and nodded proudly.
Morgan scrunched up his nose, "The man is Draco Malfoy, isn't he a Death Eater?"
Teddy's face contorted in anger and he stared at Morgan angrily, "Don't ever call him that or I will thump you."
Alarmed by his friend's rage, Morgan almost fell off his chair, "I am so sorry Teddy."
Ignoring Morgan, Teddy scowled and gave the teacher in front his full attention.
"Good morning children, today we have Teddy's uncle who will talk to you about…" she ruffled through the papers and pulled out a sheet, "Business and construction."
Draco winked at Hermione and got to his feet.
He dropped the bagful of pens onto Teddy's desk and instructed, "Hand these out, mate."
Excitedly, Teddy got up at once and handed out a pen to each child.
The children eagerly took the pens, flipping them and clicking on the colour change buttons.
Draco stood at the front and started to speak.
He flowed through the presentation effortlessly and besides a few kids who zoned out, the others listened intently.
Miss Thompson above everyone else, gazed at Draco hanging on his every word.
Hermione hid a snort and smiled encouragingly when Draco made eye contact with her.
"So, does anyone have any questions?" Draco asked in conclusion.
Few hands went up and diligently and patiently he answered each one.
The children clapped enthusiastically.
He shook Miss Thompson's hand and she held on for longer than required.
Draco smirked, "I will need my hand back."
Miss Thompson quickly let go, her cheeks turned red, "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry."
He took his seat and quietly asked his witch, "How was it?"
Smiling Hermione replied, "It was awesome."
They patiently sat at the back of the class in silence until the bell rang.
The children exited the classroom fiddling with the pens that not only changed colour but whistled when pressed.
Turning to Draco, Hermione asked curiously, "Did you charm them?"
Shrugging, he grinned, "I live to impress."
They stood outside patiently waiting for Teddy to appear.
He came over ecstatically, "That was brilliant"
A few children hovered in the background and a small excited voice cut through, "You are Hermione Granger."
Hermione smiled warmly and extended her hand; the small boy took it timidly and turned beet red.
Teddy introduced his friends and they chatted for a bit before leaving.
Halfway down the corridor, Draco turned and called out, "See you this weekend, mate."
Giving a thumbs-up, Teddy disappeared into the classroom behind his friends.
Narcissa went over the files, her gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her perfectly shaped nose.
Dotty scrambled to her side in a hurry, "Missus, Lord Canterbury is here."
Scowling Narcissa took off her glasses, "What the bloody hell does he want?"
Turning to her trembling house-elf, she instructed sternly, "Show him to the foyer."
Gathering herself, she aggressively pushed back the char and adjusted her high collar dark blue robes.
When she entered the area, he held the picture of Draco, Lucius and herself in his hands.
"Good morning Cissy," Thomas greeted, continuing to stare at the picture intently.
Placing the photograph in its original place, he turned to face her, "He is the spitting image of his father."
Narrowing her eyes, Narcissa spat, "What do you want?"
Placing a hand at his back, he regarded her solemnly and answered, "I see you are still angry with me."
Narcissa laughed sarcastically, "You are trying to take away my son's happiness, what I feel is murderous rage."
She took a seat and crossed her legs delicately, "I would offer you tea but you do not deserve such kindness."
Amused, he asked jovially, "What would you have me do, Cissy?"
At once, she got to her feet, "Leave them alone."
Thomas stood his ground, "If only it was that simple."
Her voice cracked with emotion, "They love each other."
"Love," he muttered in disgust.
Matching his tone, she bit out, "I would not expect a man like you to understand."
It was public knowledge that Lord Thomas Canterbury fled from marriage and associated beautiful women without forming a bond.
Pain flashed across his piercing blue eyes and he retorted sadly, "Do you think I know nothing of it?"
Swallowing Narcissa answered slowly, "I do not think you have loved anything besides money and power."
He closed the distance between, alarmed she backed away and leaned against the large fireplace.
His face inches away from hers, she felt the hot breath caress her face, he whispered excruciatingly, "You could not be more wrong."
The strong manly smell of his cologne invaded her space.
Narcissa shivered and Thomas stepped back at once.
Turning his back to her, he started to speak, "Fresh out of Hogwarts, I came home to find guests. A young girl of no more than thirteen ran around the Manor with her sisters."
He paused and closed his eyes as if trying to remember every detail.
The rustling of their dresses and girlish laughter echoed through his mind.
Narcissa listened in stunned silence.
Gathering himself Thomas continued, "I broke the rules for her, took her out on a boat ride and taught her how to skip a stone across water."
Narcissa swallowed hard and collapsed into the nearest chintz chair.
His voice changed, it became more intense, "The girl grew into a woman, they visited again. We spent many nights in the library swapping ideas and reading books by candlelight."
Thomas turned to face her, "My heart started to change to…. love. After I had my families consent to marry her make my bride and wife, it became known that she was promised to another."
He averted his eyes and stared at the framed family photograph on the mantelpiece.
His fingertips twitched with the surge of magic.
A lump formed in his throat but he pressed forward, "Unable to shake the pain and despair, I refused all marriage proposals took up the reigns of running the family business and the heavy burden of making sure our ancient ways would last in a world that will soon forget them."
Bringing his face to hers, he stared into her eyes, a raging storm swirled within the icy blue orbs, "Do you know who that girl was, Narcissa Black?"
Unable to look away, she slowly got up from the chair with her head held high, "That was a long time ago Thomas."
Closing the distance between them, he took her hand gently and placed it on his chest right above the heart, "But you remain here."
Taking her hand out of his, her eyes narrowed to mere slits, "Are you seeking revenge by denying my son his love, because I refused yours?"
Thomas stepped back once again, and sneered, "Do not be ridiculous. I am not a petty man."
His face contorted with contempt, "She married Theo and now she wants Draco, do you not see that there is something wrong with this woman?"
Narcissa scoffed, "A dead husband does not stop you from loving again."
His eyes sparkled with hope, "Would you be able to love again?"
Her fingers twirled the emerald pendant that hung around her neck, a gift from Lucius.
Eyes softening, she retorted sternly, "Hermione is a young woman and I am well past the age of taking a second husband."
She watched his face fall, but he hid it well.
"There is something you need to know," Narcissa informed gravely.
Thomas stared at her; she had his full attention.
"Draco and Hermione were involved before Theodore courted her," she told him squarely.
His eyes widened in shock.
Narcissa felt the emotions rise, her eyes clouded with tears, "My son, gave up his love for his best friend."
Thomas stared unable to speak. He had not known that alarming and interesting bit of information.
He believed every word she uttered.
She picked up her gown and went to stand by his side, taking his large hand in hers, she pleaded, "Please Thomas I beg you, let them be. I will do anything you ask."
His eyes took in her face, her concern and came to rest on her lips hungrily, "Anything?"
Narcissa raised angry eyes to meet his, "If you think I will share your bed then you are sadly mistaken."
Thomas pulled his hand out her grasp and sneered, "Do not flatter yourself, I do not need to take an unwilling woman to bed."
How dare she think he would resort to blackmail to have sex.
He was livid that she regarded him in such a lowly manner, "We will discuss how far you are willing to go with your promise of...anything."
Narcissa raised her head and nodded haughtily. She regretted her choice of words at once.
Draco waved across the bar, Pansy waved back and patted the seat next to her.
He carefully dodged the drunken men and women.
Dropping to give Pansy a quick peck on the cheek, he reached across the table and fist-bumped Blaise.
Once he took his seat, Pansy put her arm around his neck and pulled him close and cried, "It feels good to have a drink with you tossers"
Pushing her away, Draco laughed, "We missed you to Pans."
Looking over at Tom, he nodded and at once a round of scotch appeared before them.
They took the glasses and clinked it against each other, "CHEERS!"
Pansy sighed in content and asked, "What's new?"
Blaise was first to answer, "The Quidditch world cup is two months away the stores are busy and orders are flying in. Business is fucking good."
Pointing at her drink, Pansy smirked, "Good, you can pay for drinks then."
Draco laughed at Blaise's scowling face.
Suddenly perking up, Blaise asked Draco excitedly, "We still have the private box when England plays?
Puffing his chest out, Draco declared proudly, "Of course mate."
Pansy took another sip and licked her lips, "Neville is away on a business trip, so here I am."
Turning to Draco, Pansy asked interestedly, "How is work?"
He shook his head in exhaustion, "Insanely fucking busy."
Taking another sip, he mumbled, "I am going to ask Hermione to marry me next month."
Blaise spat out his drink and Pansy stared at him wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open.
He looked at his friends and hissed sarcastically, "Please contain your excitement."
Regaining his composure, Blaise reached over and gave Draco a quick hug, "About bloody time mate."
Pansy hugged him next, "That is wonderful darling."
Watching him curiously, she asked, "How are you planning on proposing?"
Blaise listened intently.
Looking away, Draco muttered against the rim of his glass, "In Paris."
Throwing his head back, Blaise roared with laughter, "You fucking romantic you."
"Shut the fuck up, didn't you buy Parvati a bloody puppy?" Draco shot back amused.
Blaise opened his mouth to defend himself but closed it again and slouched.
Reaching over to grab a piece of bread, Pansy broke it in half and popped it into her mouth.
Clearing her voice, she told Draco solemnly, "You and Granger are making waves in the pureblood circles."
Blaise looked at Pansy and Draco nodded seriously.
His eyes darkened in anger and he felt a steady sense of unease creep up his body.
Her tone turned serious and she stated flatly, "I have told daddy that we will not tolerate nor take part in the bloody gossip."
Leaning over, Draco gave Pansy a quick peck, "Thanks, love."
She pressed forward sternly, "It is fucking ridiculous in this day and age for them to go bonkers over something like this."
Blaise nodded his agreement, his eyes narrowed crossly.
Reaching over, Pansy squeezed Draco's hand, "I think you and Hermione make a wonderful couple."
Winking, she teased, "Didn't you have the hots for back at Hogwarts?"
Draco stiffened and Blaise looked at him at once. They exchanged a look.
Letting out a tired sigh, Draco replied, "It is a long story babe."
Blaise got to his feet and boomed, "Enough with this sad shit. Tom, shots all around."
Tom smiled crookedly and hurried to fill the order.
They spent an enjoyable evening, catching up and laughing at Pansy's jokes and theatrics.
Tears streamed down her face in laughter, "And then he slipped and shoved it up my bum."
She animatedly explained the time Neville tried to spice things up by using Muggle sex toys.
Blaise roared with laughter and fell off the chair, laughing hard Draco spit out beer.
Wiping the tears away, Pansy sweetly retorted, "God bless him for trying though."
Draco snorted, "You did like it up your arse."
Winking, she replied hotly, "I still do."
Trying to control his heaving chest, Blaise mused, "Seriously though how is Neville?"
An uncharacteristic tender smile spread across Pansy's face, "He is in one word….amazing."
Shaking his head, Blaise stated, "Never had Longbottom pegged for anything other than a buffoon."
Pansy glared sternly, "Come off it Blaise."
The men put their hands up in surrender, they knew when to stop fucking around with Pansy.
Slightly buzzed they made their way out of the crowded pub.
Outside the Leaky Cauldron, Pansy stumbled, and Draco caught her by the arm before she fell.
Looking into her face in concern, he asked, "Pans, you ok to apparate?"
Blaise took her hand and said, "I'll take her home."
Her eyes sparkled, "Same time next week?
Draco bent over laughing, "You drank us under the fucking table, I doubt my liver can handle two weeks in a row."
She pouted, "How about a couple's dinner then? Since Blaise has finally got himself a woman."
Pansy glanced at him sideways and raised her eyebrows, "Had us worried there for a bit."
Breaking into a fit of giggles, she blurted out, "I was convinced he was gay."
Blaise glared at the laughing woman and frankly pointed out, "I fucked you at Hogwarts."
Pansy laughed harder and hugged him, "We did, but one can never be too sure."
Scowling Blaise took her hand in his.
"Dinner then?" Draco asked through the laughter.
Blaise shrugged, "I am all in."
Pansy smiled brightly, "Count me in."
She rolled her eyes, "Slytherins and Gryffindor's. Blimey, how our tastes have changed."
Draco took out his wand and disappeared into the night.
He landed in the middle of the lavishly decorated living room and stumbled.
Hermione sat on the couch with her legs tucked under. She put the book away, looked up and hid a laugh.
She mused, "You look positively smashed."
Coming closer, Draco dropped a boozy kiss to her lips.
Moving back, she pinched her nose together, "Argh...you reek of scotch."
He kissed her neck, sucking on the flesh making her toes tingle.
"Does it matter?" Draco huskily asked between kisses.
Closing her eyes, Hermione sank into him, "Fuck no."
She put her arms around him and pulled him closer.
His smell was overpowering her senses. She wanted to drown in it.
"I want to taste your cunt," Draco whispered into her ear.
Hermione shuddered with anticipation.
The words made her drip.
She laid back against the couch and pulled the t-shirt over her head and gently massaged her breasts.
He kissed his way down her body and undid the button of the shorts and helped her wriggle out of it.
Taking a deep breath, he muttered throatily, "I can smell you, love."
Draco kissed the material covering her sex, the material damp with her arousal.
A low moan escaped her lips.
His tongue at her core was more than she could bear.
Repositioning his thumbs inside the waistband of her knickers, he shimmied the pink knickers down her legs.
Kissing the exposed skin of her thighs and legs.
Her fingers found itself into his hair, twining through his hair, pulling him tight to her body.
Spreading her thighs apart, he looked at her glistening wetness through lowered eyelashes.
Fuck she looked good. His cock twitched against the soft material of his trousers.
He felt it grow, leaning forward Hermione cupped his package over the material and pulled him by his hips towards her and pressed her lips to it.
The pleasure that shot through made him buckle.
Roughly he pushed her back and she flopped back against the soft cushions of the couch.
Smirking, Draco buried his head between her thighs
Instant pleasure, "Fuck...Draco."
His tongue ran along her slit and pushed in further licking up her wetness.
She felt every lick, every push and Oh Merlin….every suck.
The sound of his instant licking filled her ears, "You're soaking Hermione."
Further spreading her legs, Hermione propped her legs higher and rested them on Draco's shoulder.
His tongue flicked across her spot and she trembled, "Oh fuck, right there Malfoy."
Expertly Draco used the tip of his tongue to flick her clit and suck on it.
The fingers in his hair tightened, blonde strands twirled around her red nail polished fingers.
Hermione sank further back into the couch.
Sucking on her clit, he parted her pussy lips and inserted two long fingers inside her dripping tight hole.
It clammed shut around his digits holding him in.
Her breathing erratic, Hermione gasped out loud.
Feeling the rush of her fluids and warmth, Draco whispered, "I want you to fucking come on my tongue."
"So close..." she muttered slightly thrashing around.
He held her down, "Not yet love."
Fuck she tasted good.
His nose rubbed against the swollen bud as he plunged his tongue into her.
"I...can't...Draco," Hermione pleaded.
The heat rushed to the surface and spread through her body like fire.
She let out an earth-shattering moan.
Her orgasm burnt the insides of her skin pleasantly.
The powerful rush washed over her and consumed her whole.
Putting his fingers inside her, he coated them generously and looked at it through glazed eyes.
Hermione took the fingers and sucked her juices off them, "MMmm….you still taste better."
Draco undid the button of his trousers and pulled down the zip, "Fuck, you look sexy."
Spreading her legs further, she pushed her fingers into the dripping wetness and lowered her eyes, "Fuck me Draco, put that big dick in me and fill me up."
Grasping her wrist, he brought it to his lips and ran his tongue along the wetness.
His trouser came off and he turned her over.
Hermione held on to the couch and Draco grabbed her arse and brought it up to meet his cock.
Holding onto her waist with both hands, he pushed in hard and took her from behind.
Her cunt glistened and dripped steadily onto his balls.
"Ah...oh my god," Hermione cried out.
He buried himself deeper and pulled her arse against him.
His finger dug into her skin.
Draco pushed in hard, the sound of his cock thrusting into her filled the room.
The intensity of his pounding reddened her thighs.
Hermione could not hold back any longer, her gasps and moans entwined with his groans and grunts.
Moving close to her ear, he groaned and bit down on the earlobe, "Say my fucking name."
Bending over her, Draco grabbed a fistful of brown hair and yanked it back.
"Draco! Harder," Hermione whimpered uncontrollably
She felt him pound into her and punish her walls relentlessly.
Oh...she loved his cock in her...
He felt his body shudder with his pending release.
Throwing his head back, Draco growled, "I'm going...to..."
The mind shattering tickle crept up from every corner of his body and fueled his explosion.
Groaning, he buried himself deep inside and stiffened until her tightness milked him dry.
Hermione reached back and ran her fingers along his firm thighs, "Don't pull out yet Draco."
Still in her, he slowly pulled her down to the floor and held her around the waist.
Naked they spooned on the thick fluffy white carpet.
Draco kissed her head, "I love you."
Hermione entwined her fingers through his, "I love you always."