Yes, I did it! I managed to write something under 4,000 words! I DO have some restraint! HA! Take THAT Myers-Briggs personality test! FUCK YOU!
Also, announcement at the end, for anyone who's interested.
"Draco, hurry up!"
"Merlin woman, give me a moment!" Draco shouted as he quickly ensured Hermione wasn't looking before charming the dishes to wash themselves. For reasons that continuously escaped him, his Gryffindor bride loved to reiterate the importance of not "wasting" magic on menial tasks; he was completely certain she just enjoyed making him do chores the muggle way. The swot was lucky he loved her.
Speaking of swottiness-
"It's about to start, hurry up! Finish the dishes later, you're going to miss it!" Hermione called impatiently from the sitting room.
Draco huffed, blowing a strand of white-blond hair out of his face. "We're in the middle of the bloody woods, do you want us to get ants?"
The Slytherin could practically hear the eyeroll in her reply. "Ants Draco, really? We're about to witness an amazing astronomical phenomenon that only occurs once every few decades, and you're worrying about ants?"
Sighing, Draco cancelled the spell, allowing the dishes to drop into the soapy water. He dried his hands with a towel as he padded into the sitting room, where his wife was levitating a transfigured chaise lounge to sit beneath the charmed ceiling.
"You're the one that insisted on camping for our anniversary, so if we return my father's tent with ants, I'm placing the blame fully on you," Draco said half-jokingly.
Hermione turned, arching an unimpressed brow. "Love, have you seen this ruddy thing? It hardly constitutes as camping when your tent has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a full kitchen, a sitting room, and a dining room, don't you think?"
Draco's reply was lost when Hermione looked up and gasped. "Oh, it's starting! Come on, come on!" she squealed, tugging him over by the arm. He allowed her to manhandle him onto the chaise where he laid down next to her and looked up. She'd charmed the tent's ceiling to be see-through so they had a clear view of the night sky.
Hermione then whipped out a notepad, causing Draco to frown. "Granger, what on earth on are you doing?"
"Hm? Oh, I promised Luna I'd take notes for her article in the Quibbler, since she won't be able watch it herself. Something about being too busy studying the migration patterns of hinkypunks in the Amazon, or something," she replied absently.
Draco groaned. When he'd discovered a rare Leonid meteor shower was happening on their anniversary, he thought it would be the perfect activity for them to celebrate with. Fortunately, Hermione had been quite thrilled at the suggestion and agreed immediately.
Unfortunately, his fantasy of a romantic picnic beneath the stars followed by a few rounds of fierce lovemaking was dashed when his wife took to the idea of camping instead, proceeding to ramble excitedly about how she hadn't been camping in years, and she used to camp all the time with her parents growing up, and how much she missed it, and didn't that sound like fun, Draco?
Blast his softened heart, but he simply couldn't deny her.
She'd been decidedly less enthused when he insisted on taking his family's poncey tent (her words, not his) but Draco wouldn't even entertain the thought of scavenging about in the woods the muggle way. Eventually, Hermione had caved in the spirit of compromise.
Really, Draco supposed he should have known that his swot of a bride would become too interested in the rare phenomenon. The whole event had poked at her incorrigible scholarly side until it burst out roaring for knowledge.
"So you're just going to take notes on the meteor shower like you're about to be quizzed on it rather than sit back and enjoy it with me?" the Slytherin pouted.
Hermione, to her credit, did look a bit sheepish at his words. "No no, don't worry. It should go on for a while, so I'll only take notes for the first twenty minutes or so."
Draco cocked a brow. "Ten minutes."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Fifteen."
"Eight."
"Thirteen."
"Seven."
"Twelve!"
"Five."
"Alright, fine, ten minutes! Good Godric, you're so ridiculous sometimes!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up.
The Slytherin smirked triumphantly. "And you love me all the more. Now, come here," he demanded, opening his arms. Rolling her eyes, Hermione cuddled up to her husband's chest. "You'd better not distract me! I promised Luna!"
Draco kissed her cheek. "I won't, Slytherin's honor."
"Like that means anything…"
When the first meteors lit up the sky, a grin split across Hermione's face. She watched ardently, not taking her gaze off the sky even while writing. Draco's attention was split between the meteor shower itself, and its reflection in his wife's large eyes. His own expression softened at the elated, almost childlike wonder in her transfixed stare. Though it absolutely annoyed him to death sometimes, Draco ultimately adored his wife's genuine love of research and academics. She was fucking gorgeous when her eyes lit up at a new discovery, or narrowed in intense concentration when studying the newest thing that had caught her interest. Though he teased and nagged her about it regularly, Draco secretly hoped Hermione never lost her driving curiosity and unsatiable desire to learn.
They watched the meteor shower in comfortable silence, and after ten minutes, Hermione kept her word and put the notepad away. She tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder, sighing as he stroked her back.
When Draco's eager fingers slipped beneath her jumper, she pursed her lips, but said nothing as he caressed her bare stomach. However, when he started playing with the button on her jeans, Hermione squirmed. "Draco, you said you wouldn't distract me."
"Correction, my dear," he replied with a smirk, "I said I wouldn't distract you while you were taking notes. Which, you're not doing anymore, are you?"
"No, but I still want to watch till the end," she huffed, swatting his roaming hand away from her zipper. "It's such a magnificent sight, don't you think? Besides, isn't your family basically obsessed with astronomy? I thought this would be right up your alley."
Draco's brow twitched. He was getting cockblocked by fucking stars of all things!
"So let me get this straight-" he gave a dramatic hand gesture, "-I, your extremely handsome and profoundly romantic husband, graciously took you out here on this lovely excursion, despite my general dislike of the wilderness, and you're not even going to have sex with me on our anniversary night?" Draco grumbled, jutting his lower lip out for emphasis.
Hermione, used to his little exaggerated sulks when he didn't immediately get his way, merely rolled her eyes. "Of course I will, you ninny, just not until after the meteor shower. Surely you can exercise that much patience?"
Draco continued to pout. "But Hermione…he's ready now."
The Gryffindor groaned. "Have I not told you many times how unsexy it is when you refer to your dick as if it's a person?"
"Well, he certainly has a mind of his own, if you know what I mean," the Slytherin teased, waggling his brows.
"This very stimulating conversation is not making me want to have sex with you," Hermione deadpanned.
Draco sighed dramatically. "Very well, if it's not words you're craving tonight, I shall use actions instead." He rolled off the chaise, his wife's eyes finally leaving the sky for a brief moment to glare at him.
"Don't you dare-"
With practiced finesse, Draco lifted Hermione off the chaise and set her in his lap. Easily ignoring her squirming protests, he maneuvered them so that she lay atop him, her back on his chest. "There. Now we can keep watching whilst I expertly seduce you," he declared proudly.
Hermione craned her neck to shoot him an unimpressed look, which he merely grinned at. "What? You're the one who always says compromise is key!"
Tossing her hands up in surrender, Hermione laid back on Draco's chest with a huff. "Oh, fine. But you'd better make it good. An eight at minimum!" she demanded.
He chuckled, kissing her temple. "Are you saying I don't always make it that good for you?"
Hermione hummed. "I don't know, there have been a few times-"
Draco pinched her bum. "You'd better watch what you say, witch. Otherwise, you may find yourself unable to walk for a few days," he whispered against her ear.
"Hmm, I dunno, sounds a bit far-fetched, don't you think?" she replied cheekily.
He huffed a laugh and cupped a clothed breast. "Saucy wench."
Draco laid feather-light kisses against her ear while he kneaded her tit through her jumper. Hermione tilted her head to grant him better access, but gave no further indication that she liked his ministrations. No doubt her attention was still mostly on the stars soaring above their heads. Well, that just wouldn't do.
He brushed her hair aside and began trailing his lips down her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point. One hand slid under her jumper, his cold fingers against her warm skin making her jump. Draco brushed his thumb teasingly across her nipple through her bra while his other hand flirted with the skin at her waistband.
Hermione could pretend to be uninterested, but at the end of the day, he knew her body too well. He was well-versed in what she liked, what she didn't, and which spots made her go crazy.
By the time Draco had enclosed the tip of her ear in his teeth, her breathing had grown noticeably heavier. He slowly rolled her jumper up past her breasts, feeling her skin prickle against the cold air. He just barely pinched her hard nipples through her bra, making her squirm against him. She gripped his thigh, head dropping into his shoulder as he ran a teasing finger down the middle of her stomach.
Hermione's breath hitched in anticipation when Draco dipped the tips of his fingers beneath her waistband – then exhaled with disappointment when he withdrew.
The Slytherin smirked, knowing how much she adored it when he teased her – not that she'd ever admit it.
"More…"
If Hermione's lips hadn't been right next to his ear, Draco may not have heard her whispered plea.
Smirking triumphantly, he helped her tug off her jumper and unclipped her bra, dumping both articles to the floor. He encased both breasts in his hands, the perky globes fitting wonderfully in his palms. Hermione sighed and ground her arse against his erection, drawing a hoarse grunt from his throat. Draco pinched both nipples in retribution, tweaking and rolling them in his fingers.
Hermione's back arched as he pulled the greedy peaks until her breasts lifted off her body, a low moan escaping her. The sound made his cock twitch in his pants.
Turning her heated, needy gaze on him, Hermione bit her lip as she took Draco's hand and guided it down to where she wanted it most. He allowed it, letting her press his fingers against her moist slit through her knickers. Her eyes slid shut as she pleasured herself with his fingers, grinding her cunt against his hand.
"You're missing the show, love," Draco breathed against her ear.
She shuddered, letting out a sound between a groan and a huff. "You'd best take over then."
He chuckled and finally slipped his hand into her knickers. Her eyelids fluttered, a quiet moan escaping her as he stroked her clit. Hermione lifted her hips to tug off her jeans and knickers in one go, leaving her completely exposed atop him.
Draco pressed his cheek against hers with a content sigh, sliding two fingers into her wet heat to prepare her. She turned to meet his lips in a slow kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth to tangle with his own.
Liquid heat ran down his spine when Hermione reached between them to massage the bulge through his trousers. Draco's hips automatically bucked into her touch. She smiled against his mouth and dragged the zipper down slowly. He licked his lips in anticipation, breath hitching when she withdrew his straining cock. Her playful fingers teased the head, then ghosted down the shaft until they reached his bollocks, heavy and swollen with cum.
Draco panted against Hermione's face as she weighed them in her hand and gave a little squeeze. He hissed her name as his cock twitched, jealous of the attention his balls were receiving. She smirked knowingly, returning her gaze to the starry shower above their heads as her infuriating fingertips flitted up his sensitive shaft. Draco exhaled shakily, her teasing touches only making him crave more.
Hermione's index finger swiped over the head of his cock, gathering a bead of precum. He watched enraptured as she stuck out her tongue and dragged the pad of her finger down the appendage, tasting his arousal with a soft moan.
"Please…"
Draco didn't even register that soft, pleading whimper had come out of his mouth until Hermione smirked. He blushed at his own desperation, which only seemed to please her more.
It seems in his quest to seduce her and make her beg for him, he'd forgotten that she knew him just as well.
Her deep brown eyes darted towards him as she licked a slow stripe up her palm, a sight that made his abdomen burn. Then, her merciful hand was wrapped around his cock.
Draco threw his head back with a groan. "Yesss-"
Hermione bucked her hips against his fingers, which had gone still inside her, reminding him that he had his own task to do.
The Slytherin obediently pumped his fingers within her tight cunt, her velvet walls pulsing around his digits. "That's it, Draco," she panted, stroking him faster as a reward.
He keened at her approval and ground the heel of his palm into her clit while he fingered her, his desire to please her suddenly skyrocketing. Hermione moaned appreciatively, canting her hips into his hand. Draco's eyes crossed when she began twisting her wrist at the head of his cock with each stroke, his muscles tensing as pressure built behind his navel.
"Close," he gasped.
Nodding, Hermione slowed her pace to a stop, and Draco whined in part relief and part disappointment. Following suit, he withdrew his fingers from her and moved to clean them off, but she beat him to it, taking his wrist and sucking the soaked digits into her mouth. Draco's cock pulsed, wishing for her mouth to be lower instead.
After thoroughly cleaning his fingers, Hermione sat up and positioned his prick at her entrance. He admired the sight of her unruly curls tumbling down her freckled back, a vision more beautiful to him than any night sky.
She eyed him playfully over her shoulder, rubbing her pussy against his shaft. "Think you can hold out?"
Despite his hips trembling with the need to slam himself inside her, Draco managed a confident smirk. "Come on Granger, have some faith in me."
Hermione hummed, continuing to coat his cock in her juices. "Alright, but if you come too soon, don't think I won't punish you," she sang.
His answering scoff dissolved into a moan as she sank down onto him. She rocked herself teasingly and clenched around him. Draco swore, drawing in a deep breath to keep from immediately coming like some inexperienced fourth year.
"Still good?" Hermione taunted.
Silver eyes narrowing, Draco snapped his hips up, causing her to cry out. "Just peachy," was his smug reply.
Smiling at him over her shoulder, the Gryffindor laid back down on his shoulder, legs spreading wide as she began canting her hips experimentally. He helped by bending his knees and thrusting upwards until they established a rhythm that had them both panting.
Seeking better leverage, Hermione wove one arm under Draco's shoulders. "Harder," was her breathy demand, one he was all too happy to meet. Soon, she was biting her lip and whimpering as he fucked her from below, her nails digging into his shoulder. She turned her head so that their noses bumped, glazed brown eyes opening to meet his half-lidded silver ones.
"Draco," she murmured breathlessly, her free hand reaching out to search for his. Draco linked their fingers together and nipped at her lips, which were red and swollen from her constant biting.
Hermione panted into his mouth, back arching as his cock hit her g-spot. "Touch me," she pleaded.
Smirking, he flicked her nipple playfully. "You mean right here?"
Groaning, she shook her head. Draco dragged his fingers down her side and across her lower belly. "Here?" he breathed.
"Lower," Hermione begged.
Electing to tease her no longer, he reached down to roughly pinch her clit. "Right here?"
"Yes, fuck!" she cried, walls fluttering around him at the extra stimulation.
Draco gave a raspy moan, feeling his impending release creep up on him. Determined to feel her come around his cock, he rubbed her clit in quick, tight circles.
"G-Gonna come," he choked out just moments before the pressure in his balls shattered, and he was emptying himself inside her with a hoarse groan.
Hermione trembled atop him, gasping as her walls spasmed around his cock. The stars above blurred together until they were little more than an indecipherable mishmash of lights.
They lay in silence for a few moments as they caught their breath. Blinking, Hermione looked over at him as the same realization seemed to dawn on them at the same time.
"Did we just…?" she began.
"I-I think we did," he replied, mystified. Slowly, they both burst into stunned laughter.
"Ha-have we ever come at the same time before?" she wondered.
"Not that I can remember…maybe meteor showers hold some kind of sex magic!" Draco joked.
Hermione chuckled and turned over on her stomach. She kicked her legs in the air behind her and smiled up at him through her lashes.
He smiled back and quirked a brow. "So? Was that at least an eight?"
She hummed contemplatively. "Perhaps…but I think a repeat performance might be required for further study. I have to be completely certain before making my final verdict, after all."
"Oh?" Draco drawled suggestively, one hand roaming down to squeeze her bum. He tangled the other in her hair and began kissing his way down her neck. "Shall I…assist in your research?"
Hermione cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. "Yes…but not here."
Suddenly she was climbing off him, and Draco's body shivered at the loss. He watched in confusion as she summoned one of her summer dresses from the bedroom and threw it on, not even bothering to put on any underwear.
"Uh, Hermione?"
His Gryffindor turned with a mischievous smirk. "The meteor shower is still going on. We should test that theory of yours. But for accuracy's sake, I think we should…get a little close to the source?"
Draco eyed her blankly for a few moments, then his mouth opened in shock.
"Y-You want to do it outside!?"
Hermione giggled and nodded.
In a flash, his eyes darkened and he sprang up from the chaise. "Now you're speaking my language, Granger," he growled as he gathered her in his arms and kissed her feverishly.
He was starting to like this whole camping thing.
BIG ANNOUNCMENT! I have started a new Dramione story, and I am so fucking psyched for it! And yes, it is an actual multi-chapter story with a real, cohesive plotline and everything, not just another one shot collection. If you're a fan of Werewolf!Draco, as I am, then maybe consider checking it out. It's called Salvation, Restoration, Liberation. It will be an eight year AU detailing Hermione and Draco's lives as they become friends, fall in love, and attempt to heal and grow past their trauma. It will be fluffy, funny, angsty, and eventually, smutty. It's only one chapter in at the moment, and I still haven't decided if I want to update that story and this one consecutively, or if I want to take a break from this fic and focus on that one for a while. Sadly I can't make any promises right now, life is just too crazy and unpredictable for that. But I shan't forget about either one, so stick around if you want more shameless Dramione. The support means more to me than I can say. :)