Some vignettes strung together with the theme of a quiet night in.

Friday nights of late have been nights in for Hermione. She's lounging in her living room, wearing only an oversized jumper and waiting for her takeaway to arrive. She's dozed off a bit when her Floo roars to life and the delivery boy steps through. He's platinum haired, wearing his signature smirk, and brandishing a bag that does not smell like the palak paneer that she requested, and she tells him as much.

Draco doesn't even bother trying to look contrite. They've been having the same dance for some months now: on Friday date nights, one or the other pulls some mild prank to irk the other, the punishment is always the same, and they spend the rest of the weekend together. Hermione doesn't know how Draco's become such a regular person in her life, but she knows it's more than just sex (which is mind blowing and kinky in equal proportions).

Before she gets too deep into the introspection, Draco drops a peck to her lips and starts to unpack their dinner.

"Just a second now, young man. You couldn't follow basic instructions; you know you can't escape without consequences."

Draco's pupils are dilated and Hermione can see the outline of his erect cock through his trousers, he's so desperate to fuck, he must have followed her instructions to not touch himself for an entire week. He makes quite the picture, his arousal rolling off him in waves, and when he speaks, his voice is feral and a stark contrast to his words.

"I've been a naughty boy, please be gentle with me."

Hermione tuts her disapproval and takes Draco's hand, leading him to the bedroom.

"You know what the standard penalty is, but I think we'll also have to extend your chastity."

At this, Draco looks genuinely disappointed for a moment, but he recovers quickly and begins to remove his clothes. Soon enough, he stands naked before Hermione. She doesn't think she will ever get enough of seeing him erect, the tip of his cock weeping with desire. One of her hands has mindlessly moved to tweak her nipple through her top, and the other has shifted her jumper and is swirling the wetness between her thighs.

Draco growls his approval at seeing that she's not wearing any panties, which shakes Hermione out of her reverie. She offers the fingers that were stroking her pussy to Draco, and instructs, "Suck." He takes first one finger into his mouth, then the second, never once breaking eye contact. For a moment, Hermione wants to shake off the act and just climb onto that delectable dick. But their dedication to their game is strong, thanks to the knowledge that the main event will be just that more pleasurable following their mutual restraint.

Hermione makes quick work of putting Draco in his first diaper of the weekend. When he stands, he draws her into a searing kiss, and cups his hand to her dripping pussy. He lazily swirls his fingers around her clit, her opening, dipping first one finger in, then a second one, pumping slowly in and out, and when she her legs are shaking too much to support her upright, he lays her down on the bed and settles himself between her legs. He trails open mouthed kisses up the inside of her thighs and delights in her squirm when his nose brushes her clit. He resumes his ministrations on her pussy with a combination of mouth and fingers, working her nearly to the heights of ecstasy, his own hips involuntarily thrusting in open air in response to her moans. After weeks of learning each other's bodies, he knows when to stop just short of her climax, and at that point, he seals her into a diaper of her own.

At this point, Hermione is a shaking pile of limbs, but she manages to raise a single hand and say, "Hungry."

Draco laughs, scoops her up into his arms, and carries her to the dining room, where their pho is suspended in a Stasis Charm, and just as delicious as it was fresh out of the pot.

Things resume a semblance of normalcy during dinner, or at least as close to normal as two adults wearing diapers and drinking copious amounts of soup can achieve. Hermione asks about Draco's week of traveling for a business that he's started with Theo, Draco asks Hermione about a new case at work, they talk about books they've read and about gossip about their former classmates. Under the table, their feet are interlaced, and toward the end of dinner, Draco starts trailing his foot up Hermione's leg, promising future perversions.

Draco waves his wand to clean up the remains of dinner, and full and content, the two retire to the living room, where they sprawl across the couch and each other.

Hermione has started to nod off when she feels a feather touch trailing up her arm, skating over her breasts and straying toward her waist. With this sudden jolt back to consciousness, Hermione loses control over her bladder and fills her diaper with a steady trickling sound. From behind her, Draco chuckles and presses a kiss to the back of her neck, and even though they are well past the point of being embarrassed around each other, she elbows him in the stomach, knowing that – yup, there it is, now they're wearing matching wet diapers.

Draco flips them over so that he's lying flat on the couch and Hermione is straddled atop him. Their diapers are sufficiently thick that Hermione cannot feel Draco's cock, but she knows from past weekends that it is erect and positioned beneath her, and together with Draco's hand on her hips, grinds atop him. Her motions are slower than they would be without any barriers, but she is savoring the sensations of the warm, wet diaper pressed up against her pussy. She reaches her hand down to grab the material nearest to her clit, squeezing and releasing to generate extra pressure that way. She feels her first orgasm of the night building, she tells Draco as much: "Mm, I'm gonna come…" and before she can finish her sentence, she is shuddering atop Draco's hips as her high washes over her.

Draco, meanwhile, has been gritting his teeth, holding back his own orgasm, and is rewarded when Hermione strokes her hand over the shape of his erect cock through his diaper. She gives him two light jerks, then stops, saying, "Have I given you permission to come yet?"

"Fuck-"

Hermione waves her wand and matching holes appear in hers and Draco's diapers, which he enthusiastically pops his dick through, entering her pussy through the layers of thick material. They both moan contentedly, the wet material of the diapers squishes against each other but simultaneously pads against the rough sharp thrusts of Draco's hips. It's clear he's not going to last much longer and Hermione says, "Fuck! Come, Draco, fucking come for me," and Draco feels his release fill Hermione's pussy and trickle into their conjoined diapers.

After an extended cuddle, Hermione and Draco stand and Banish their dirty diapers. Draco trails a finger up Hermione's thigh, where the residue of their combined releases is trickling down between her legs. His finger thus frosted, he drags his finger across her slightly parted lips, and before she can protest, draws her into a deep kiss. They snog for several minutes, pressed together and rolling their hips together. Hermione is ready to come again and she can feel Draco getting hard again, but the residue of their come is making the business downstairs sticky and unpleasant. She breaks the kiss, and tossing a sultry glance over her shoulder, walks toward her bath, switching her hips all the way.

Hermione has just turned on the hot water and is starting to clean off her body when Draco steps into the shower and embraces her from behind. His hands find their way to palm her breasts and tweak her nipples, and she can feel his hardening dick nestled in her bum. She gives an excited wriggle of her hips, communicating that she's down to be fucked against the shower wall, but not before she cleans every inch of his skin with soap and maddeningly slow strokes. By the end of this, he's fully hard and his fingers are buried inside her pussy. Hermione steps out of the spray and when she bends over to grab the soap from where it has fallen, Draco fills her in one smooth stroke. Shower sex is unceremonious and efficient, with Hermione pressed between the wall and Draco, and Draco's sharp snaps of his hips and fingers against Hermione's clit quickly bring them both to their second orgasms of the night.

Getting ready for bed now involves getting swaddled in a nighttime diaper, and Draco gives Hermione's padded arse a squeeze before sliding into bed beside her.

"Goodnight Hermione."

"Goodnight Draco."

Hermione wakes to an empty space in the bed beside her, and the smell of coffee and bacon wafting through her house. She contentedly realizes that she probably has enough time for a quick masturbate before Draco reappears with breakfast in bed, and flips onto her stomach and slides her hand between her legs. She's grinding on her hand and squeezing at her clit with her arse in the air, and as the bedroom door clicks open and Draco starts to say, "Breakfa-" she feels her orgasm wash over her and she shudders delicately, toes curling then relaxing. As she lies there boneless she releases her hold on her bladder and sighs as the wet warmth spreads in her diaper.

Draco sets their breakfast down on the bed with an amused sigh. "Hermione, baby, look what you've done. Do you want a change before or after we eat?"

"Better wait for after. You know what coffee does to me."

Draco chuckles and slides into bed next to her. Hermione contentedly notices that he's also waddling around in a filled diaper, and thus their weekend continues.

A/N: Gee, did I abuse the word "trickle" in this chapter or what?