Okay, this one short, BUT IT'S ENDING IS ADORABLE AND i'M LIKE... PERFECTION!
So i'm just dilly dallying until my cousin is off work, then I'll pick her up. I got about 30 minutes before I gotta head out, so I'll work on chapter 5.
ZERO clue on how long this story will be, but I can't turn my brain off tonight and I have ZERO sleep aids (IE melatonin) to help my brain calm down, so might as well harness the energy! Gotta love coming down from Hypomania.
Pls enjoy y'all! Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, IDK how to spell words today!
The next few weeks were complete bliss for both Hermione and Draco.
Things moved very fast and Hermione was spending most nights at Draco's flat.
Her flat was deep in Diagon Alley and there was no way she could sneak Draco through almost the entire british wizarding world just for a shag.
The days flew by and Hermione was soon ready for her next session.
Draco felt like he might fuck up so he was extra careful with his still charmed tattoo gun.
He carefully added and blended the colors together to make a beautiful mosaic.
Hermione took it like a champ, even when they got to the white ink that was last. Inking an already sore spot always hurt worse than the initial inking. It was rough, but she wanted it to be finished for her own peace of mind, so she took it like a champ.
And by goodness it was finally done after four hours, a combined total of eight hours in the chair. Her tattoo was complete.
Draco turned off the gun and looked up to smile at her.
Hermione admired the art and almost threw her arms around Draco, but she held back as she knew it would hurt her freshly inked arm like a mother fucker.
"Thank you." she choked, almost releasing the tears that were starting to pool in her eyes.
Draco stood and kissed her forehead before stretching and cracking his back. It was sore after hovering over her arm for so long.
"Well, I would usually say 'tell 'em where ya got it,' but I don't want anymore magical folk walking through my door just yet." Draco teased.
Hermione smiled, "I respect that. I've been telling folks that I got it at a shop on the other side of muggle London. I wish I could sing your praises, but I respect you too much to blow your cover.
"Excellent. Someday, I'll return to our world, but I'm just not ready yet." He mused.
Hermione nodded, "Of course."
DRaco wrapped her arm and sighed, "Well, I don't want to piss that arm off with a good old fashioned fucking, so I best be sending you home.
Hermione smiled and kissed him softly. "So tomorrow or the next day?"
"Let's see how you feel tomorrow and we'll go from there. Go see your demon cat."
Hermione laughed loudly and kissed him again, only this time deeper, wanting to remind him what he would be getting soon.
Draco groaned after the searing hot kiss. "You'll be the death of me woman."
Hermione chuckled and forced herself to leave, choosing an disaperation a few alleys down from the shop.
When she arrived home, she made herself a cuppa and sat at her kitchen table, just staring at her tattoo.
She couldn't see the scar at all, and it brought so many new and happy memories to her.
Crookshanks jumped on the table and meowed at her, asking for dinner.
Hermione stood and did as her familiar requested.
Her night went by slowly, all she wanted was Draco to shag her. She tried reading a book she had been stumbling through due to distractions, but it didn't help.
She laid in bed, wide awake and horny as hell.
She finally gave up and gave herself an orgasm the old fashioned way: with two of her fingers.
She imagined Draco pounding into her and that's all it took.
On the other side of London, Draco found himself rubbing one out to the thought of his cock buried inside of Hermione's soaked cunt. Her smell was intoxicating, and her moans were a turn on on their own.
He couldn't wait to have her again, even though he had already had her dozens of times, it was never enough.
Once he wore himself out, he began contemplating his return to the Wizarding World.
He did miss a few of his old friends, and lord knows he hadn't visited or even written a letter to his mother since his first tattoo, way before he became a blueberry head. She probably thought he was dead in a ditch by now.
He knew that as things developed, which they would, because he didn't want to lose Hermione, he would have to return, for her sake, because it was important to her.
Yet she was a celebrity, and how would their world take it?
The villain of the story returning to their world looking like a blueberry? How preposterous.
Maybe he would strip his hair? But he did like it.
If he returned, he wouldn't have to constantly stun Henry, that's what he had named his Hungarian Horntail tattoo on his bicep. Henry was inked with charms by a Russian artist that Draco had studied under to run along his arm and up to his shoulder blade. Truly a wonderful work of art. It was like having a pet without the responsibility.
Henry rarely got to move, and Draco felt bad even though it wasn't a real dragon.
Maybe returning to his old world wouldn't be terrible. And it would eventually become old news. Some of the previous Death Eaters, like his mother, retained their status or gained it back. Things had changed a bit in the hierarchy of the world, but not terribly much, old wizards and witches still controlled the ministry, and you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Draco was conflicted, yet his tiredness soon succumbed him, and he passed out a few minutes later. He worries drifted away, the last thing before he slipped into the world of dreams was Hermione's smile.
ABSOLUTELY CUTE RIGHT?
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