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Chapter 23 –
Hermione laughed and said, "How did we jump from date, what was it, 32 or something, to our honeymoon? What happened to our engagement? What happened to the wedding?" She led him to the kitchen table, and cut him a piece of cake.
"What are you two going on about?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Malfoy has a theory that our day today is a sort of 'speed dating'. Each hour, and event, constitutes a date, and last I heard we were on date 32, or something, and now we are suddenly on our honeymoon," Hermione tried to explained.
Everyone seemed confused. Finally, Harry said, "There will be no honeymoon for you two in this house."
"Oh, Harry, it's an analogy," Hermione explained. "Each thing we've done today, our first kiss, our first fight, etc, all correlates to a certain 'date'. Like, the first date, get to know each other, second date, playful flirting, third date, kissing, holding hands, and so forth."
Ginny leaned over with a fork in her hand, pointed from Draco to Hermione, and said, "And so if this theory holds true, and Malfoy contends that you are on your honeymoon now, than what in the world did you two do upstairs that was the equivalence of a wedding night?"
George and Charlie both snickered, Draco continued to eat his cake, and Harry stared hard at his friend and said, "Yes, what were you two doing upstairs in the bathroom together?"
Percy stood up and said, "I think now would be a good time to go home. I'll be back for breakfast tomorrow." Hermione was glad for Percy's interruption. She stood up to get a glass of milk. When she got back to the table, she hoped everyone would be on to a new topic. She was wrong. Hermione sat back down, drank her milk, and tried to ignore their stares.
Draco finally looked up from his cake and said, "For Merlin's sake, nothing happened upstairs because Bloody Potter interrupted before the good stuff started."
Hermione glared at him, and said, sarcastically, "Gee, thank you, Malfoy."
"Anytime, sweetheart," he said. He went back to his cake. Hermione shook her head.
Ginny laughed and said, "You only have yourself to blame, Hermione, you apparently married the dolt. Have fun on your honeymoon. If no one needs the bathroom for a while," she looked at Draco and Hermione, "I'm going to have a bath."
She went upstairs, laughing the whole way. George and Charlie took their cake in the living room. Harry stood as well, and said, "Remember, Malfoy, it's a fake honeymoon."
Draco took a dollop of icing on his fork and flung it at Harry. Luckily, for Harry, he had already turned to walk out the room, to join the other men in the living room, so it landed on the floor.
"Go clean that up," Hermione commanded.
"Geesh," Draco said, standing to clean up the icing from the floor. "I guess the honeymoon's over, and now the harping begins."
"That's not nice," Hermione pouted. She mimicked him from earlier, and lobbed a large dollop of icing directly toward him. It hit the back of his head, as he was facing the sink, to retrieve a dishtowel.
Hermione laughed, rather pleased with herself, and said, "I can't believe I hit you. All the way over there. That was pretty impressive, if I do say so myself."
He lifted his hand to the back of his head, and said, "My hair, Granger. MY HAIR!" He took the cloth and cleaned the icing from his hair. He then bent down and cleaned the floor. He sat down opposite her, and since his cake was finished, he took her plate and said, "No more cake for you, naughty girl, don't want you getting fat."
"Hey, I'm not fat. Give me my cake." She held out her hand. He picked up her plate and turned it upside down on her hand, so the icing smeared on her hand.
"Draco, we had a cake war once today, in which I wore the cake instead of eating it. May I please just eat it this time?" she asked. She stood up, walked over to the sink, to wash her hand. He came up behind her, as she washed her hands in the sink. He admired her nice round bum and long tanned legs. He would have to thank 'little red' later, for forcing Hermione to wear such nice sleeping attire.
He took a step closer, and when she turned around, she bumped right into him. "Oh, excuse me, Draco."
"There's no excuse, Granger." He smiled. He reached over to where the cake was on the counter, and he stuck his finger in the icing. He put it near her lips and said, "Here, I want to be sure you get to taste the cake this time."
She regarded him for a moment, and then she took his hand in both of hers, and started to suck on the end of his finger. She twirled her tongue around the tip, licking off the sweet frosting, and closing her eyes, she licked the backside of his finger, twirled the tip again, and then licked down the front. She opened her eyes, and noticed his were hooded with desire. She put his whole finger in her mouth again, and sucked hard, so that her cheeks hollowed. She withdrew his finger, slowly, so slowly, from her mouth, and she closed her eyes once more. She raked her teeth over his flesh this time, and when she finished, she held his hand between both of hers and said, "Yummy." She did the same thing earlier, in the garden, during their 'cake war', but this time, it meant more. She wanted to get an arousal out of him. It worked.
"You're evil," he gleamed. He took his hand from hers. He was so full of desire, that it took every ounce of resolve, in every fiber of his being, not to take her right there on the kitchen countertop.
"Why am I evil?" she asked, innocently. "Oh, I know, I didn't offer you any." She turned around slightly, and put a large portion of icing on her index finger. "Here, Draco, have a taste."
He looked to his left, and then to his right. He felt almost 'sneaky' about what they were doing, as if they might be caught at any moment. He didn't care. He took her hand in his and he put his tongue at the base of her finger, drawing it up, slowly, to the tip. He went down the other side, in the same fashion, licking the icing off her finger. He ended with an open mouth kiss to her palm. He licked her palm and then kissed the other side of her hand. There was still a small amount of icing on the top of her finger, so he took that off with his finger and put it on her lips. He smeared the frosting over her red, ripe, lips, before licking it off with his tongue.
He drew his wide tongue around her lips, circling it twice. Then he moved back a step to look at her, before leaning back in and kissing her sweetly on the lips.
"That was rather good," he exclaimed. "The next time I have cake, I will definitely have to eat it that way."
"I thought it was tasty, too," she said, moving closer, if possible. She put her arms around his neck and added, "Too much sugar will keep us up all night. Maybe we should stop eating now."
"Is that what we were doing?" he asked, kissing her cheek. He darted his tongue out, and licked her bottom lip again. He put her lip between his teeth, and bit down softly.
"I love you, Draco, as odd as that sounds, coming from me, since we've only been together for twelve hours, but I really do," she decided, suddenly serious. She moved her arms from around his neck and rested them on his shoulders, as she leaned her face in the crook of his neck.
"Hey, Granger, did you say, twelve hours?" he asked.
She pointed to the clock on the wall and said, "Yes, it's one in the morning. The reception started at one pm, so it's been twelve hours."
"Happy Anniversary, Darling," he said, pulling her closer and kissing her mouth, serenely, lingering for a moment, hovering his lips above hers, and then kissing her again.
"Happy Anniversary, Love." She smiled back.
Ginny came into the kitchen, and said, "Don't let me interrupt; I'm just getting some water." She pushed past them, filled up a glass, and said, "Back to your honeymoon, Darling and Love." She grinned the entire way out of the kitchen.
"There's no secrets in this house, is there," Draco said, sitting back down at the table. Hermione moved his arm, and sat on his lap.
"No, and the walls are paper thin, so we really do have to behave tonight. By the way, are you tired yet?" she asked, putting her arms around his neck.
"Not at all, what do you have in mind?" he asked back.
"I want to show you something." She stood back up.
"Is it something I will like seeing?" he asked, and snickered.
"I'm not showing you my naked body," she said.
"Damn!" He snapped his fingers. "But I don't care to see anything else."
She shook her head and said, "Fine, be that way," and she started up the stairs. He faithfully followed. She walked to Ginny's bed, and sat down. He joined her. She held his hand. "Do you want me to show you, or not?"
"Yes, please," he answered.
She stood back up and went over to her purse. She sat down beside him again, and said, "Close your eyes, and hold out your hand."
"This better be good," he said, closing his eyes. He felt something plop on his hand. He opened his eyes, and there in his hand was a small, smooth, white, polished stone.
"What is this?" he asked, holding it to his face to examine it more closely. It almost looked like it was made from glass.
"It's a stone I found when I was a child. I was five years old, and I was playing in my front yard. My father yelled out for me to come closer to the house, for I was too near the street. I saw this stone, in the gravel by the road, and I reached for it. Before I knew it, my dad was by my side, and he picked me up in his arms, just as a large truck drove by very fast."
"My dad said, 'I saved your life, my little girl.' Then he asked me what I was doing in the street. I pointed to this rock, and he put me down on the side of the road, and went to retrieve it for me. He handed it to me, and said, 'Nothing is worth risking your life. Keep this always, and remember that', so I kept it from that day on. I brought it to the wedding with me today, to remind me that nothing was worth crying over, nothing was worth risking my life. However, today, instead of a little white rock reminding me of that, I feel like you were there to remind me of that. You are replacing my little white rock. I want to give it to you, because I no longer need it."
She felt embarrassed after her speech, because he was twirling the rock around his fingers, and he was frowning. She went to snatch it back from his hand, but his hand closed to a fist.
"I will always be there to remind you that you are precious, and I won't ever let you risk your life, or your heart, on anything else, I promise," he said seriously. He stuffed the rock in his pocket, leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Since it's time for gifts, I have one for you," he said, standing.
"Do tell, Draco," she said, crossing her legs and staring up at him from her perch on the bed. He went over to shut and lock the door.
He came back over and said, "Shut your eyes, and hold out your hand."
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