CODA
Hermione Weasley smiled with relief as she watched the Hogwarts Express pull into the station. There was something also sentimental, bittersweet about the way she now grinned. Turning her head to Draco Malfoy, the former Slytherin gave her an unusually compassionate smirk as well as a thumbs-up.
Hermione grinned weakly back. At one time, she would never have deigned to be seen in public with the man, but…. well, her line of work had a funny way of making her associate with people she would ordinarily never have otherwise.
The Express slowed to a stop, and Hermione waited, keeping a watchful eye on the students tumbling out. At last, she spotted two heads of red, with a white-blonde crop following close behind.
Her daughter, Rose skidded to a stop mere feet from her, glancing to Draco and actually smiling with relief herself. "When we read about it in the Prophet, we thought it might be too good to be true!" And the ginger launched herself at her mother.
"Ohhhhhh….. my babies…." Hermione moaned, gathering her daughter close. Hugo was just behind her, and though he made a half-hearted attempt to dodge, he nonetheless permitted his mother to hug him.
Scorpius Malfoy brought up the rear, slapping backs with his father. The younger Malfoy looked somewhat emotional, as he turned to Hermione gratefully. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."
"You're very welcome. And please, dear, it's Hermione." She straightened herself, breathing in deeply as she glanced between the faces of her two children. "Ready for the off? I thought we'd invite Scorpius and…. and Draco back to our place to celebrate the verdict."
Blushing down to the roots of her hair and with her face the same color, Rose looked simply delighted by this suggestion. A tired smirk gracing his face, Draco gallantly offered Hermione his arm in what she first thought might be a bit of cheek. Gawking out a laugh and even rolling her eyes a little, Hermione nonetheless graciously accepted, and the two families swept out of Kings' Cross Station together.
The three kids chattered incessantly on the drive back to Ottery St. Catchpole, but Hermione kept herself to near-silence, occasionally glancing at the vindicated gentleman seated opposite her in the passenger seat. It had been one of the most difficult cases of her career, no doubt, and her devotion to the law had been what compelled her to take the case. Setting aside petty, childish resentments and wounds had been even harder, but no matter what he had done, Draco had at least deserved a fair trial.
The case of Draco Malfoy regarding his actions as a Death Eater during the war had been delayed year after year after year. Much of that had been due to machinations from Lucius and Narcissa from behind bars in Azkaban, finding every avenue they could to keep their son out of prison until both had passed some time ago. The case had then been delayed further after Draco suffering the tragedy of losing his own wife, and child welfare concerns had compelled the Ministry to hold off. They hadn't, after all, wanted to deprive a child of his only remaining parent.
Even when the trial had finally begun, Hermione had found the case fascinating from the perspective of one important stipulation: almost all of Draco's worst offenses in his time working under Voldemort had been conducted when he was still technically underage, at just 16. No doubt other lawyers would have considered her logic tenuous at best, but Hermione had managed to convince the judge that Draco should be tried as a minor for that is what he had been at the time the crimes were committed, even though it was over 20 years later. Somehow, Hermione had then managed to convince a jury, not necessarily that Draco was innocent of the things he had done, but that he had been compelled to do by adults who should have known better. The jury had agreed, and returned a Not Guilty verdict. Upon the verdict being read, Draco had commented that it felt more like a commutation.
The Malfoys and Weasleys entered the little abode in Ottery St. Catchpole, the kids dashing into the sitting room to watch some telly, while Draco and Hermione proceeded to the kitchen, where she began busying herself making a pot of tea. She poked her head out of the swinging door just once to check on the kids, and in turning away, her eyes caught glimpse of a picture on the side table.
Smiling sadly, Hermione traced her finger over the edge of the frame. Her husband of nearly a quarter century had passed away suddenly close to two years before. It had come as quite a shock, for both her and the kids, but Hermione knew she had to go forward for their sake. She chuckled to herself, wondering what Ron would have thought of her taking Malfoy's case. Knowing her husband, he probably would have attempted to bar her from going to court.
Hermione bustled back into the kitchen, nodding to where Draco had already poured himself a cuppa. Facing the counter, with her back to him, she began fixing sandwiches.
"Will you and Scorpius be spending Christmas at the…. the Manor?" she still struggled to even speak of the place, and to his credit, Draco never brought it up unless specifically asked.
"I suppose so…. But it might be better for the two of just to…. get away for a time."
Hermione thought of the media, still salivating over Draco's acquittal and nodded. "I can understand that." She began setting out some plates. "I imagine the children and I will at least go to the Burrow for Christmas and Boxing Day; Molly still drives herself to distraction cooking…."
Her voice trailed off abruptly as she felt a pair of large hands brace her hips, rubbing circles along the bone there. A solid body was pressed into her back. Shivering, she turned her head.
"Draco Malfoy, what are you….? – Mmmmmm….."
He suddenly silenced her with a deep kiss right on the mouth. Against her better judgment, for just a moment, she sank into it, until she remembered just who was snogging her in her own kitchen. She turned, jerked her face away. "Don't!" she spluttered in utter shock.
Draco merely let out a throaty chuckle, the saucy bastard! "OK…. Not there…." He dipped a kiss into the soft curve of her neck, causing Hermione to let out a strangled gasp and beads of sweat to form along the place where his lips had touched, even as she felt burly arms curve, steal about her slim waist. Her knees felt as heavy as lead, and her body sagged into him a little, despite her still being dazed with wonder at his….. ter – termity!
Then she gasped again as she felt Draco's hands glide up her chest, until he was cupping, weighing the swell of her breasts in his palm. Her conservative business suit only gave off the barest of cleavage, and yet, Draco still managed to audaciously grope her until he had found her nipples, now hardened and pebbling against her bra. He thrummed the peaks, and Hermione's breath hitched.
"Do you like it when I touch you, Granger?"
"We….Weasley," she tried to breathe, to give her own head clarity as much as his.
"All right, then: Weasley. But something tells me you've been quite the bereft widow since your husband passed, and considering how you've been tempting me…." He mouthed down her jawline until he found her mouth again, and Hermione whimpered into it. She drew away with much effort, gawping at him, speechless.
"If… if this is your way of thanking me for saving your hide…."
"Oh, it would be completely tawdry if it were just about that," Draco hummed smoothly. She blinked at him dumbly.
"But…. but I'm Muggle-born."
"If I ever gave a damn about that anymore, do you think I would be propositioning you right now in your own kitchen?" The smoldering grin he sent her, tinged with regret, caused her heart to start pounding. "I should never have been so cruel to you in school. It was wrong."
…. He did raise a fair point. Draco took the opportunity of her just staring at him to spin her around in his arms and pin her flush against him while he took liberties with his hands. He kissed her again, deeper this time, and his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. Hermione shuddered violently as she felt Draco's palms boldly grip her rear through her skirts, first cupping one arse cheek and then the other.
"Our…. Mmmm…. Hmmmmm…. Our children!" she surfaced for air, gasping, her breasts heaving like a bellows under her bodice. "Our children are in the next room! – They would never forgive us if we…."
"Come now, Granger," Draco whispered in her ear. "Are you a witch or not?"
And with that, she felt the zipper at the back of her skirt come undone; her resistance went right along with it.
Tilting her head, lashes fluttering, Hermione abandoned the rational thought that normally served her so well and pressed her lips into Draco's to tentatively, hesitantly return his kiss. She gradually grew more confident as the kiss deepened, and she felt her business suit slide of her shoulders and pool to the floor. In the meantime, Draco's hands dipped lower to grip the inside of her thigh, and when he lifted it up, she swung her leg high in acquiescence to boldly hook it about his firm torso.
Draco was mouthing down her face and down to her breasts, kissing the swell and tips of them as Hermione quaked in his embrace. She had just enough presence of mind to point her wand at the door and incant in a shaky voice:
"Salvio Hexia….. Collo…. Collo…. Oooooooooh…. Colloportus….. Muff – Muffliato Maxima….."
The door locked and warded, she sealed herself inside with this man now seducing her. She only hoped the charms would hold, particularly the Silencing Charm, considering what they were about to do and with their children only feet from them, just in the next room.
Lifting Hermione off her feet, Draco snogged her again and carried her grandly over to the table, almost throwing her down on it.
The sudden roughness caught Hermione off-guard, and for just a beat, she briefly second-guessed herself. Gawping, she yelped as her lover suddenly shoved her skirt up nearly over her hips as he forced her legs to spread apart. Hermione then shuddered violently as she suddenly felt a moist tongue plunge into her heat and she cried out again in shock.
"Dr-Draco! What on Earth…..?!" He merely sucked, slurped on her pink beauty harder and Hermione's body went almost rigid on the tabletop, even as she felt her skull loll back into the hardwood. A gooey sensation was thrumming like blood under her skin, enough to make her feel like she nearly sank into the tabletop.
Draco had a grip on her thighs and was holding her open with no effort at all, slurping away. Hermione attempted to softly push against him. He growled deep in his throat and continued what he was doing. He crawled between her legs and grabbed her arms at the wrist to pin them over her head. She struggled weakly, trying to get her legs beneath him to, she wasn't sure, lightly kick him or something. But his toned strength from Quidditch was more than a match for her. Draco ground his still-covered erection against her moist heat and she moaned, whether in fright or desire, she didn't want to admit.
And then he kissed her...
Oh god! She moaned as his tongue forcefully moved into her mouth. He tasted of cologne and moonlight and something darker and she found her momentarily-resurgent resistance crumbling. She struggled all the harder and he pulled back with a smirk.
"I'm going to own you!" he growled, trailing lips across her cheek and down her neck. That growl touched something deep inside her and some instinct made her bare her neck to his hungry gaze. He immediately latched on to that patch of skin with his teeth, marking her as his, but careful not to break the skin. Hermione cried out in shock and desire.
"Draco!" He growled again, pushing himself into a half-kneeling/sitting position that kept his cock pressed against her. He violently ripped off her top and her bra and clamped his teeth around one of her nipples, taking the other one between two fingers and pinching them hard. Her shout was louder this time and she arched her back, pushing her breasts deeper into his mouth and hand.
Draco pulled off with a pop, leaving his paramour panting with desire and he watched her eyes dilate to near black as he ripped off his pants, exposing his cock. Without any warning, he shoved his cock deep into her wetness and Hermione nearly knocked a tea saucer off the table at the sensations that caused.
It was purely animalistic fucking that followed. He pounded into her moist heat like a man possessed, holding her legs open effortlessly. And she could do nothing but hang on for the ride and enjoy it. And his cock was huge! She could feel every vein, every ridge inside her body, felt the bulbous head reaching deep inside her on every upstroke. Her whole body trembled with the force of it.
Still pounding into her, he released one of her legs and grabbed her hand, pulling it down to her clit.
"Touch yourself!" he demanded. She hesitated for a moment, slightly embarrassed at the thought of him watching while she masturbated. His eyes narrowed and he growled. And showing great restraint, he stopped moving completely, his cock still deep inside her. He leaned over until he was breathing deeply next to her ear.
"Touch yourself, Hermione. I want to watch you fuck yourself while I'm balls-deep inside your pussy!" he ordered. Hermione gulped and slowly began to play with herself. She ran her index finger over her dewy folds, biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud at the contact.
"Mmm, that's it. Play with that pussy!" Draco moaned, beginning to fuck her slowly once more. He ground himself against her fingers, pushing them harder into that little nub of flesh that always made her see stars and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.
"You look so hot like that, my dick smeared in your juices!"
"Godric! Draco!" she cried out at a particularly hard thrust. Her fingers were moving faster as he sped up his strokes.
She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tight ball of heat deep in her gut. She didn't realize she had begun chanting out loud "Harder! Faster!" over and over again.
And then she was there! Her body tensed up as Draco quickly pulled out of her body and dived between her legs, flicking his tongue over her clit and sucking hard. She screamed so loud as she climaxed, the mirror hanging on the opposite wall cracked. Draco fucked her with his tongue and fingers, not letting her come down from the first orgasm as a second one ripped through her less than five seconds later. She opened her mouth to wail and nearly choked when Draco shoved his cock into her mouth while still licking between her legs. She could taste herself, her cum mixed in with the copper tang of blood on him and that only enhanced her desire. She sucked him hard, flicking her tongue over him, pulling his balls into her mouth hungrily. She could feel him attacking her between her legs, barely feeling it when he slid two fingers into her anus at the same time. She tensed in shock, never having experienced anal sex before in her life.
Draco felt her tense up around his fingers and shoved his face into her vagina to take her mind off what he was doing. Hermione gradually began to relax and he began moving his fingers, stretching her gradually, preparing her for what was to come. He moaned into her moist heat and she lightly scraped her teeth over his cock and balls. The vibrations from his moan caused her to arch up into his mouth, taking his fingers deeper into her anus.
He slowly pulled himself from her sopping lower lips, shuddering with barely concealed restraint and turned so he was facing her again.
"On your knees, love." he whispered. Hermione obeyed immediately and he let out a slight whimper as he stared at the place where he'd soon be shoving his cock. He couldn't help it; he leaned down and shoved his tongue in. She yelped in shock before she practically melted into the table, shoving her lovely, well-defined arse cheeks into his face. She could hear him slurping at her backside like a thirsty man craving water. She whimpered, she moaned, and she shamelessly begged Draco to fuck her, but all her requests were ignored as he practically fucked her with his tongue. He took his cock into his hand, stroking himself back to full hardness.
When she thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt him move up behind her and took a deep breath. Once she did this, there was no going back for either of them.
His cock nudged her virgin entrance and she resisted the urge to tighten up. And then she felt it, the head of his cock slowly pushing its way into her ass. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut against the burning pain. She must have made a sound of distress, for Draco placed a hand on her back and began to gently rub up and down.
"Breathe through the pain, Hermione..." he whispered gently. She was amazed at how gentle his voice sounded and she concentrated on that. Finally the head popped through the tight ring of muscle and they both let out a sigh of relief. He continued to rub her back, whispering words of comfort as she adjusted to the sensations. Leaving the head of his cock resting where it was for the moment, he reached between their bodies and began to finger her clit, pleased she was still wet for him. A shudder rocked her body and she cried out. Reaching further, he pushed three fingers into her vagina, resuming his earlier treatment.
"Godric! Draco, please!" she groaned, rocking into his hand. The faster he fucked her with his fingers, the harder she rocked into his hand, slowly drawing his cock into her arse. She was surprised when she felt his balls resting against her buttocks and she stopped moving altogether. She had never felt so full! And it seemed like he was still growing!
Draco felt a surge of domineering lust coming to the front and his cock growing larger inside its new nesting place and he leered. He grabbed a fistful of Hermione's bushy curls with one hand, used his other hand to hold her hip and he slowly pulled out before pushing back in. The lower bunk rocked with him, making Hermione groan in pleasure. They rutted against each other, low-level shouting, as they shamelessly played the Beast With Two Backs.
"Who do you belong to?" Draco growled as his hips pumped into the willing body beneath him.
"You!" she hissed with need.
"Are you my slutty Mudblood bitch?" he demanded, and Hermione felt her blood burn as her lover talked so vile to her while he was shagging her. At the same time, it perversely turned her on, to hear Draco be passionate to the point of profanity and unspeakable slurs in bed, in the midst of sexual intercourse.
"Yes!" she wailed as he sped up his strokes.
"Say it!" he ordered.
"I'm your fucking slutty Mudblood bitch!" she growled.
"Yes!" Draco howled, pushing faster and harder into his mate.
Hermione could feel her third orgasm of the afternoon welling up within her once again and with a strength she didn't know she possessed, she pushed herself up until she was resting on her knees, feeling Draco's cock moving deeper than ever at that angle.
"Fuck! Hermione!" Draco cried out. She got a sense of female pride at making him lose control for once. She managed to wrap an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a sensuous kiss as he fucked her.
Draco felt his own orgasm coming on like an out-of-control freight train and he went with it, howling with pleasure as he came. He was dimly aware of Hermione screaming at him, telling him to finish her off. "Finish me off right bloody now or I'll scream! I'll scream, I'll screa – ahhhhhhh... Ahhhhhh... AHHHHHHH!... AHHHHHHHHH!" Crying out her own orgasm, her arse muscles clenched around his cock and milked him dry. Hermione collapsed out of a near plank position and Draco followed, nearly crushing her beneath him. Suddenly, there was a ear-splitting CRACK as the table on which they'd been shagging actually collapsed beneath them. They trembled against one another, drenched in sweat, hearts threatening to beat right out of their chest. The only thing keeping Hermione from drifting off into a deep sleep was Draco's arm spooning around her waist.
Squirming, Hermione somehow managed to twist under him until her bare chest and the aroused nipples of her breasts were pressed against his pectorals. Brown eyes huge, still in a kind of post-coital daze, she looped her arms about Draco's shoulder blades and pulled him close against her naked body, her voice lifting into song:
"Ahhhh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you!..." Draco grunted and ground his softening cock against her sore vagina and the feel of him rubbing against her caused her to writhe in pleasure. "Ahhhhhh, at last I know the secret of it all!..."
She managed to clean herself up with surprising dignity after such a raw and violent round of sex. She let Draco cast Reparo on the table.
It was to her great relief that, when she took all the wards down and she and Draco had collected themselves enough to see to the children, none of that had apparently heard or seen anything.
It took Draco several times in asking Hermione to marry him before she finally said Yes.
They were married the following summer, in an intimate wedding ceremony in the backyard of Hermione's parents.
Upon the minister declaring them husband and wife, Hermione looped her arms about Draco's neck and kissed him softly, smirking into his lips when he returned it with enough fervor to send her into a tiny dip, to cheers.
And as she and her second husband embraced and kissed, she only hoped that her first husband, her first lover, the father of her children would understand and support any of the choices she made.