A/N: A little late, but here's a short Easter one-shot, prompted by something In Dreams said, inspired by the way fanfiction ruined me, encouraged by HeartofAspen, and beta loved (that probably isn't a verb, I guess)by niffizzle. The community can be such a wonderful place 3
When Draco stepped through Hermione's Floo, he made his presence immediately known. "Draco Malfoy is here, just as the future Minister of Magic ordered him to!"
While Draco loved working as an Auror and couldn't imagine anything else except teaching maybe, he always said that Hermione Granger would rule the magical world of Great Britain one day. A future Minister who, apparently, hadn't heard his greeting.
He vanished the soot from his clothes and walked through her living room. He had been here several times, mostly in the company of Potter or other members of their shared circle of friends. In the past few weeks, though, they had begun meeting alone, just the two of them. A few times for lunch—not in the Ministry cafeteria, but at some of the small restaurants on Diagon Alley—or for watching TV because Draco was fascinated by it and she gladly watched it with him in her house.
He smiled to himself while he looked for her, still in awe at what his life had become and how it had somehow entangled itself with that of Hermione Granger. It had all begun when Potter and Draco had become Auror partners. It was hard to admit the first couple of months, but they made up a surprisingly brilliant and successful team.
And at some point, the insults lessened and they met after work as something like friends. Then, their circles of friends slowly started to merge, and suddenly, Draco was sitting in a pub next to Hermione Granger on a Friday evening or playing Quidditch with her in the Burrow on a Sunday—and he was enjoying her company. Not to mention, he had grown to adore the frustrated expression she made when trying to cope with the fact that she had missed another Quaffle. And he had grown to adore her.
Despite the rumours, Draco was hardly experienced in terms of relationships and romance, so the realisation that his feelings for her had changed from tolerance to acceptance, to friendship, to a massive crush needed time to sink in. It had taken him weeks to work up the courage to actually ask her out. And so far, things were going well. Slow, but very well. To Draco, it felt like they were on the verge of becoming a couple.
He wandered through the corridor when he heard Hermione's voice coming from the kitchen. Leaning against the doorframe, he took his sweet time in observing her. She had her back half-turned towards him, and in front of her, on the cooker, were different pots with liquids in several colours. She wore jeans and a washed-out, oversized Hogwarts pullover, and pink bunny slippers that Theo had gifted to her. Her words rang through the kitchen as she spoke to someone over the phone, although—and Draco couldn't help but smile at the realisation—one could never be entirely sure with the way her wild curls framed her head like a halo.
"Correct. I need the wax to be at the correct temperature," she said.
Wax? Draco's insides rumbled. That was… exciting. But would she really skip the romantic missionary phase and start with the kinks? Although, that approach was tempting. After all, they had known each other for more than twenty years, so maybe she assumed they had already established some intimate sphere they could start from?
"Otherwise, the eggs don't take well to being covered in the fluid." Hermione paused, listening to something on the phone Draco couldn't hear. "Ginny, I know you and Harry tried a different approach last year, but your eggs were literally magical. I want it the Muggle way with Draco."
Draco might have stopped breathing, needing to process the new information. Apparently, there were eggs involved in whatever Hermione had in store for the two of them. Eggs, taking on some fluid. And Ginny Potter had tried a similar, yet different approach the previous year.
His stomach suddenly dropped to his knees. Didn't the Potters welcome their firstborn three months ago?
All cues led to one thing: Hermione Granger was about to engage Draco Malfoy in a sexual act that involved hot wax and a fertility kink.
He resumed his oxygen intake, breathing in and out through his mouth, sincerely hoping he wasn't too loud as not to give away his presence just yet. Wax? All right. That was hot. The thought of this witch's naked body had flitted into his thoughts more times than he cared to admit while in the privacy of the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor and seeking carnal relief. He would definitely be on board for that kink.
But… a fertility one? Draco hadn't even kissed her yet, and she was casually talking about bearing the next heir of his family without knowing him as a boyfriend or sexual partner first? She may be the bravest witch he knew, but that was a new level of bravery, even for Gryffindor's Golden Girl.
A new thought calmed his buzzing nerves. She was the smartest witch he knew. And that meant that she would have found a way to follow the fertility kink and unprotected intercourse without taking any risks such as STDs or getting pregnant. So maybe she was just getting all hot and bothered at the theoretical prospect of having his child?
Merlin, overthinking would be the death of him.
"Give Jamie a kiss from me!" Hermione ended the phone call and hung up. Smiling to herself, she dedicated her concentration to what must be pots of different colours of warm wax.
He waited several heartbeats before he made himself known. "Hello, Hermione."
Her smile could have lit up an entire town. "Hi, Draco! I didn't hear you coming in! But I'm so excited you came." Her answer made his heart stumble. All of a sudden, he was sure: whatever game this witch wanted to play with him, he would be in.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't want to interrupt your phone call," he felt obligated to say.
"It's okay. That was Ginny. We were talking about my plans with you today."
Draco coughed. He had been around her for nearly two decades; he shouldn't be surprised by her forwardness—be it defeating Dark Lords, defending creature rights, or initiating sex.
"Oh, that. I couldn't help but catch part of your conversation."
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Have you tried it before? I mean, that's surely not how common it is for wizards of your upbringing."
Draco could almost feel his cheeks changing colour. He was usually pretty sure of himself, but Hermione had always had the power to throw him off.
"I am not inexperienced if that's what you're asking. Although, from what I gathered from your chat with Ginny, your approach is… brave, to say the least."
She giggled. A sound that never ceased to amaze him. "Not inexperienced, you say?" she asked and threw him a wink.
"Exactly." Draco straightened his shoulders and walked towards her so he now stood behind her. He could feel the warmth of her body, even though he wasn't quite touching her. "And I am ready for whatever you have planned with me."
When he placed a hand on her elbow, she turned her head around. That was when Draco could see that her cheeks, too, had pinked a little. "Are you sure? This could be messy." The tone of her voice was neutral, likely trying to avoid pressuring him.
"I know you are as prepared for all the consequences that could result from our actions and took all the necessary precautions to prevent them."
This time, she snorted. "Of course. I wouldn't want you to ruin your clothes."
Draco was irritated at her sarcasm—and the semantics of her words. "Clothes? Aren't we going to do this''—he tried to be seductive, but failed miserably even in his own ears—"naked?"
Hermione looked up to him, blinking slowly. Once, twice, thrice. Each time a bit slower. Then, she started laughing hysterically. "Oh Draco!" she wheezed, "what do you think I'm planning?"
He felt a little hurt at her obvious amusement but responded truthfully. "I must admit I don't know about the details, but I know it is about wax play and fertility kinks. Very appropriate for Easter if you ask me," he ended with a nod, trying to convey that he approved of her ideas and, most importantly, of the intimacy she wanted to evoke.
Another bout of giggles escaped Hermione before she regained her self-control. "I am so sorry." These words could only end badly for Draco and his sexual enthusiasm, even if they sounded sincere. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind for today."
"No, it wasn't. Obviously." Draco tried to swallow his embarrassment. Of course this gem of a witch wouldn't go from friends to kinky benefits without warning or preparation. On the other hand, she had asked him to come over. "But what, then, are your plans?"
At some point during their conversation, he must have placed his hands on her hips, for he now felt her shift within his grasp.
"My mother used to paint the Easter Eggs with wax, creating amazing patterns. She learned this from one of her childhood friends, and it became a tradition in the Granger household ever since." Hermione paused, her mood sombering. "And since she's in Australia now and doesn't remember anything of this—"
"You hold it up." His hands, still residing on her hips, gave her a reassuring squeeze. "That's a beautiful thing to do."
"Thank you. And I thought it would be nice to show it to you."
Draco cleared his throat. All these deep conversations and meaningful emotions hadn't exactly been on his agenda for today, but he wouldn't want it any other way. He wouldn't want them to be together in any other way.
"I am up for it. I might even get my hands dirty." Another squeeze with his hands on her hips. This time, though, she leaned back against him, her head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck. Holding her close, her eyes fluttering shut, it felt like time had stopped.
Relishing in the moment, Draco enveloped her in his arms, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to her temple. In the same second, she turned around his embrace and sought his lips to bring them together in what he could only describe as a perfect kiss. Her lips felt so soft against his, not shy at all when her tongue entangled with his. But it was over far too quickly. She placed a hand on his shoulder and removed herself from him, sighing reverently.
"So… are you ready to start colouring the eggs?"
"Never been more ready in my life," he answered.
"Excellent. So I already warmed up the different colours of wax, but they still haven't reached their perfect temperature."
He nodded and rolled up his sleeves, smirking slightly at the way Hermione's eyes wandered over his exposed lower arms. This would be fun.
Draco Malfoy painted a dozen of boiled eggs with coloured wax that day. And he cherished every minute of it, including the stolen kisses from and for Hermione Granger throughout the entire afternoon. All in all, the wax play remained very innocent.
But come June 5th, he got a very special present from his girlfriend when she arrived in his Floo wearing nothing but pink, "Easter themed" bunny slippers and holding a wax candle.