After dancing three songs in Draco's arms, Hermione had to resume her rounds around the party; so he kissed the corner of her mouth and let her go, returning to his table and watching her as she played the role of the hostess beautifully.
"So," Hermione heard Pansy ask when she reached the table where her friends were. "How does it feel to be the next scandal about to happen?"
Hermione glanced from her to Ginny, Theo, Harry and Blaise, asking: "What are you talking about?"
"Granger," Pansy continued with a smirk. "my mother has just arrived at the party and yet she already heard four different versions of how Draco abandoned Astoria to marry you in secret."
Hermione groaned.
"I guess the hiding phase is over?" asked Harry, smiling.
"Yes." Hermione said, looking a little nervous, "He wanted to propose minutes ago, in front of everybody." She whispered.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Ginny.
"What?" asked Pansy and Theo.
"Did he?" asked Blaise, frowning.
"No." Hermione shook her head. "He said he feared I'd hex him."
"So... you and him are good?" Asked Theo.
"Well," she sighed. "after a week of letters, conversations through a two-way parchment, and the scandal-about-to-happen that we've just starred in... I think it's very clear Draco doesn't want to hide our relationship."
"Cristal clear." added Ginny with a snort. "My mother heard through Xeno Lovegood that Draco was close to fucking you on the dancefloor."
Hermione gasped: "That's not true! You all saw us dancing!"
"Did you offer though?" asked Theo with a smirk. "I know Draco, and I can tell you he's not against public sex."
Hermione blushed, clearly letting them know she knew that.
"And I see that you know that." added Theo.
"Nope! No details!" exclaimed Harry. "I already know more than enough about my sister's sex life.
"Well, Hermione," said Pansy with a comprehensive smile. "I know that what Draco did-"
"Deserves a couple of Unforgivables." added Blaise.
And all five friends looked at him.
"What?" asked Blaise defensively. "Theo and he were both raised under the same social pressures – only Draco grew up an asshole!"
"Yeah, man." said Theo, his tone understanding. "But I never liked my father, for he was always cheating on my mother and belittling me. Draco, however, grew up in a loving household. As strict as Lucius always was, he never hit him; and it's undeniable that the man loves and cherishes Narcissa, he respects her and would kiss the floor she stepped on. He was a good father to Draco, always on his side, giving him whatever he wanted. It took Draco years to open his eyes. Only when-" he looked at Hermione.
"When" they all heard Draco's voice as he stopped beside Hermione, a hand resting on her waist. "A certain muggleborn witch showed up at Hogwarts, making me question everything I had learned about blood-purity." He touched her face lovingly.
Theo snorted, "It sounds cute when he says it, but it was a pain to hear him complain about you every fucking day!"
Hermione's eyes filled with mischief as she gazed into his grey ones, "So my hitting you back on third year-"
"Was already foreplay." Draco winked at her.
"Fuck no! I don't wanna hear this!" Harry groaned and their friends laughed.
A little before midnight, Hermione found herself dancing to a romantic ballad in Draco's arms again. The ballroom was nearly completely empty and the elves had already started cleaning up.
"Dray?" She whispered against his neck.
"What, love?" Draco whispered looking at her face.
"You're no longer blocked from flooing and apparating home." She said, playing with his tailcoat buttons.
He smiled, feeling as if the last of his troubles left him as he exhaled: "Thank you, my love."
Hermione ran her hands up his chest and pulled him down for a soft kiss, whispering over his lips: "Take me home, Dray."
He didn't need to be told twice; tightening his arms around her, he disapparated them both.
When they appeared in Hermione's living room though, she was surprised to find it neater than she had left it.
"You sent Eli here?" she guessed.
"Yes. I always ask Eli to look after you and the babies." Draco caressed her lower belly, looking at her intently, making her feel as if she was the only woman in the world.
"I can't have an enslaved house-elf here, Draco." Hermione said, shaking her head. "I'm the Head of the Department of Magical Creatures' Rights, I-"
"Good evening, Master Draco." Greeted Eli as he walked out of the corridor. "Miss Granger and Eli's little Master and Mistress." He looked at her midsection and smiled warmly.
"Hi, Eli." Hermione replied. "How are you?"
"Eli is fine, Miss. Great even! This home makes Eli's Master happy and-" he paused. "Miss is letting Master back home, isn't she? Back to this sweet warm home?"
Draco arched an eyebrow at her and she almost wished she could reply 'no', just to wipe than smirk off his face – but she wanted him there.
"Yes, Eli, I am." she nodded.
"Ooh yes, Miss!" Eli clapped his hands happily. "Master will be so happy! He's been quite mopey lately, you see." He hesitated. "And... could Eli come too? Eli's great with little ones. Eli can help."
Hermione bit her lip, "Would you let me pay you Eli?"
He shook his head. "Eli has no use for wizard money, Miss."
"But... there must be something you'd like? For example: Dobby loved sneakers, Winky loves dresses."
Eli immediately started fidgeting with his hands. "Well, there is one thing, Miss. It is that Eli would like to learn to read."
Hermione smiled, "I can teach you that! Would you accept that as payment, Eli?"
Eli jumped in joy. "Eli accepts that, Miss! Yes I does!"
She reached out his hand to him and he shook it with both of his.
Draco shook his head, chuckling, "Only Hermione Granger would have a literate house-elf."
She sent him a sharp gaze and he pulled her closer.
"Eli," he ordered, keeping his eyes on the witch in his arms. "Go to your room; your services are no longer required tonight."
And the elf disapparated with a soft 'pop'.
"Now," Draco continued, "You and I, Miss Granger have some new rules to discuss."
"Rules?" she replied with a sexy smile. "Meant to be broken, aren't they?"
He laughed, kissing her softly. "You were definitely sorted into the wrong House." He ran a hand down her back, magically unzipping her dress, pulling the straps down her shoulder and kissing the curve of her neck. "Wandering about the castle when a basilisk was on the loose. Stealing ingredients from the potions lab. Assaulting classmates. Using a time-turner-"
"I had authorization for that." Hermione said, grabbing onto his coat and softly moaning as he kept kissing and niping at her neck, shoulders and collarbones.
"To aid a fugitive escape?" he asked.
She just huffed and he continued:
"Breaking into Gringotts to steal family heirlooms."
She gasped, "Its was a Horcrux! Destroying it was imperative to save the wizarding world! You're welcome." She added with sarcasm.
He chuckled and sucked on her neck, before listing a few more of her past wrong-doings: "Sneaking into forbidden sections of the school library. Seducing- and fucking a classmate in said library."
Hermione fisted a hand in his hair and tugged. "So why do you want to talk about rules? You know I'll break them."
Draco shook his head. "No. Not this one- the most important one." he nipped her earlobe. "You're mine, Granger." he tugged on her hair, rubbing his nose on her cheek and looking into her eyes, "Mine to kiss, mine to love, mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to breed."
"I'm no one's property." she tried to sound less horny and more angry, failing completely.
"Yes, you are – mine." he bit her neck again. "My wife. My Lady. The mother of my children." he pulled her dress down, letting it fall onto the floor and helping her kick it away. "Fuck, Granger, look at you." he stared at the dark green strapless bra she wore and the matching thong. "So fucking sexy." he caressed her round belly. "Filled with my heirs and still... all I can think about is fucking and breeding you." he took her lips hungrily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to wrestle against hers; one hand fisting in her hair while the other held her close.
Hermione moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of being nearly fully naked while he was still completely dressed in those fancy clothes.
Draco carried her to the table and set her there, unhooking her bra and licking his lips at the sight of her full breasts, touching both hands to them, "These are so fucking delicious..." he lowered his head to her tits, sucking on one nipple, playing with it inside his mouth.
"Fuck!" she moaned, squirming on top of the table.
He ran his tongue around the hard nub, holding it between his teeth and pulling it slightly, sucking on it just to release it and start the sensual caress all over again.
She held his head close, moaning and whimpering as he repeated those maddening touches on her other breast.
"I fucking need to taste you, my love!" He growled, lowering a hand between her legs, "You're fucking dripping, ruining your sexy knickers."
"It's your fault." she replied, breathlessly. "I need you."
"You'll have me, love. But first-" he slowly made her lie back on the table, pulling her knickers down her legs, kissing her belly and pushing her legs open to give him access to her cunt. "I'll worship every inch of you."
"You won't hear me arguing." Hermione said with a moan as he slid a finger through her folds.
"For once." He replied with a smirk, lapping at her clit softly, watching her arch and gasp. "Look at you, my feisty little lioness. Even though you have quite the Slytherin in you-"
"I like having a Slytherin in me." She gasped.
Draco chuckled, biting on her inner thigh and delivering a slap onto her pussy lips, before thrusting his tongue deep into her cunt.
"Oooh, yes!" she moaned, running her hands through his soft blond hair. "Wipe that stupid smirk of yours off with my cunt!"
He thrust two fingers into her pussy. "You have a filthy mouth, Granger." his darkened eyes telling her he loved it, and his tongue returned to her clit.
He lapped and sucked on it, curling his fingers inside of her to press right on her g-spot, making her tremble.
"Right there! Oooh..." she moaned loudly, holding his head against her cunt and moving her hips up and down until she was orgasming all over his fingers and mouth, his evermoving tongue stretching out her climax, making her clench on his fingers rhythmically.
He hummed and gave her entrance a couple more long licks, before kissing up her body. "I just wanna thrust my dick into this cunt and fuck you." he said, unfastening his trousers and pulling his hard thick cock out, pressing just the tip against her entrance, covering the mushroom head with her juices.
"Yes, please." she whimpered, looking at him all dressed up, chin glistening with her cum, leaning on top of her completely naked body. "I won't break, Lord Malfoy. Fuck me fast and hard!"
Draco growled, struggling to maintain his control. "No... I won't." he shook his head, kissing up her body to play with her tits again, touching her curves firmly, but carefully. "I don't want to hurt you, love."
Hermione suddenly pushed him off of her and sat up, slapping his cheek, knowing it would make him mad with lust. "You are a fucking idiot, Malfoy!"
He grabbed both her hands and magically tied them on her lower back.
"I want to go slow, you minx!" he growled, "Slap me again and I'll fucking spank you."
"Is that a threat?" she challenged him.
Draco chuckled, his tongue invading her mouth as he pulled her off the table. "Walk to our room, witch." He landed a slap on her asscheek.
Hermione turned and obeyed, but did so slowly, moving her hips enticingly as she walked down the corridor to their room.
"You'll pay for all this teasing, love." he groaned, pumping his painfully-hard dick jutting out of his trousers as he followed her.
"Get on your knees on the edge of the bed, Granger."
She obeyed, lowering her face to the mattress, as her hands were still bound on her lower back; her position displaying her ass and swollen pussy to his eyes.
"Fuck," Draco pressed around the base of his cock, trying to control his need to spill his load in and on her. "You have no idea what you do to me. All submissive..." he divestoed himself.
"No!" Hermione complained. "I wanted you to fuck me with those on!"
He smirked, "You'll have your chance, love." And he slid the head of his cock between her dripping folds. "Fuck, so wet for me. How I want to just-" he pressed in just the head.
"Yes! Stick that pureblood cock in me!" she whimpered. "Please..."
"No." He snarled, meaning to pull out, his hips not obeying him though. "Fuck... you're gripping me. Oh, shit, Granger." The sight of her tied up with her ass in the air for his pleasure, was driving him insane. "Such a cock-hungry pussy." He caressed her curves, still not pushing all the way in, slowly pulling out of her.
"No! Don't pull out!" Hermione begged. "I need you." She clenched her cunt on him purposefully.
Draco's control snapped; he fisted a hand in her hair and tugged her head back, leaning over her to speak in her ear: "You want this?" He pressed in deeper.
"Aaah, yes!" She mewled and gasped as he mounted her. "Give it to me!"
"Fucking delicious cunt!" He closed his eyes and grabbed on her arms, using them as a harness as he thrust into her. "Dripping, mudblood, you're fucking dripping around my cock, and- fuck! Gripping my cock..." it was his turn to moan as he realized he wouldn't last.
He lowered a hand between her legs and heard her screams getting louder as he caressed her clit with one long finger.
"That's it, love." He growled. "Such an obedient little mudblood, moaning gratefully for my cock."
She trashed under him, climaxing hard.
"Take it!" he snarled, holding her in place, fucking her faster as her walls clamped on his dick. "You're mine, Granger." He moaned, feeling his balls draw up. "My filthy little mudblood. Mine to fuck and to breed. Fuck!" he was spilling inside of her, "Fill you up..." he muttered as cock jerked inside of her until the last drop of his cum had painted her inner walls.
He untied her arms and helped her lie down on her side, melding his chest to her back, kissing her sweaty shoulder.
"I'm never letting you escape me again, Hermione." He scented her hair, "I love you."
She exhaled happily and pressed her ass into his half-hard cock.
"Watch it, witch." He warned her, touching her curves. "Or you'll restart things."
She hummed, saying: "Is that so?", and turned around, rubbing her lips on his. "I can restart this?" she asked, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips.
"Yes." He replied, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her as she sat on his dick.
"Good... because tonight," she said, touching his shoulders and wiggling her hips to get all of his cock inside of her. "We're celebrating."
"What- fuck." Draco groaned as he felt her wet and hot cunt wrapping around his dick again. "What are we celebrating, love?" He held onto her hips.
"That you- ooh, yes." She moaned as she moved, her head thrown back. "You're no longer an idiot."
He chuckled, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
"Yes." She moaned.
And he held her waist with both hands, helping her up and down on his fully-hard cock at the same time he bit a nipple, pulling on it. Her pleasurable moans filled their bedroom as she rode him, his hands and mouth never leaving her body, keeping her in a prolonged state of pure bliss and his dick hit deep inside of her.
"You're fucking perfect, love."
She grabbed his hair with both hands, tugging on the soft blond strands. "No loving shit, Malfoy!" she growled. "I'll use this cock to cum and I want- fuck!"
He groaned as he felt her clenching on him. "Ride me, fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you love that pureblood cock." he lowered one hand between her legs and caressed her clit while she moved on his dick.
And she lost her rhythm when he sucked on her nipples again.
"Yes, cum for me, ma petite sang-de-bourbe."
She moaned loudly, bringing her face to his, kissing his lips desperately, whimpering as her orgasm had her breathless.
"Marry me, Granger!" he pleaded, caressing her curves as she still trembled with orgasmic aftershocks. "Tell me you'll marry me."
"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you-" she whispered, kissing him again.
"My love," he moaned, "My Lady. My mudblood." He watched the pleasure on her face as she moved her hips again, continuously impaling herself on him.
"Look at you..." He fisted a hand in her hair and put the other around her neck, pressing firmly but not choking her. "Unable to stop riding me, cock-hungry cunt. Yes. Fuck!" as he knew there was no stopping his own climax. "Ride me, yes. Clench that cunt on my dick, mudblood!" And he was spilling another full load of hot cum inside of her and she threw her head back, orgasming by the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of her, his seed filling her again and again.
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, still moaning between pants.
He pulled her face up to his and kissed her deeply, his tongue wrapping around hers slowly, savouring that moment, where they were finally back in each other's arms, fully sated.
Sunday morning, Hermione woke up with the soft sunlight entering the bedroom through the curtains.
She turned on the bed, feeling sore in all the right places, sighing and smiling like a love-sick fool, but frowning slightly as she sat up and noticed that Draco had already got up.
He's probably making breakfast.
She threw the comforter off of her naked body and stretched, rubbing a hand on her face and suddenly freezing.
"What-?" she murmured as she looked at her left hand.
She had a ring on the fourth finger of her left hand – a ring she had never seen before.
She stared at it; it was a beautiful silver ring with two heart-shaped gems, one red and one green. It was delicate and stunning and she knew what it meant.
Only, she had no memory of it having been put on her.
"Malfoy!" Hermione shouted in fury, getting out of bed and picking up her bathrobe to cover her nakedness as she stormed towards the living room.
"You sneaky git!" she shouted when she saw him in the kitchen, not letting the sexy sight of him dressed only on boxer briefs with his hair tousled distract her from the verbal lashing he deserved.
He smiled at her, "Morning, love." his eyes filled with love as he walked towards her.
"Malfoy, what's this?" Hermione pointed at her left hand where the ring rested on her finger.
Draco picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. "This is the engagement ring I bought you about three years ago."
"And what is it doing on my hand?" she continued to glare at him.
"Well," he replied innocently, an infuriating smirk on his face. "You said you'll marry me, so I-"
She gasped: "I was in the middle of an orgasm!"
But he kept smiling, wrapping his arms around her, "Don't you like it, love?"
"Of course I like it!" She exclaimed as if not liking it was an outrageous thought. "It's absolutely beautiful! I just-"
"Cause if you don't like it, love" he went on with a concerned tone that was clearly fake. "I can get you another; I just thought this one was perfect. Do you want me to take it back?" he put two fingers around the ring, as if he was about to pull it off.
"No!" Hermione pulled her hand away from him. "I love it! I just- I wish you had asked."
"I did ask." Draco arched an eyebrow at her.
She glared at him, but his sweet smile soon had her smiling too and he pulled her into his arms again.
"I love you, Granger."
She let out an annoyed sigh, "Hm. I want to punish you for asking me to marry you as I was orgasming."
He kissed the corner of her mouth. "I don't see a better moment to say I want you forever than right when you're clenching on my cock."
Hermione shook her head and laughed.
He kissed down her neck. "You're mine, love."
"And you're an insufferable conceited git." She replied, hearing his low chuckle and feeling him smile against the side of her neck. "Ask me, Dray." She pleaded.
Draco looked at her face and slowly touched his lips to hers, kissing her with tenderness and love. Then, keeping his eyes on hers, he fell onto one knee on the floor in front of her, holding her left hand.
"Hermione Jean Granger, you're the woman who broke my world and the reason I fought hard to put it back together. Don't make me live without you ever again. I want to be everything for you, I'll be your faithful husband and-" he touched a hand to her round belly. "I'll be the best of all dads for our children. Will you marry me?"
She hadn't expected to feel that emotional but the tears were running uncontrollably down her face, even though she was smiling at him, "Yes, Draco Malfoy. I'll marry you."
Then he jumped up, wrapping both arms around her, bringing his lips onto hers with hunger and near desperation; their hearts filled with love and peace.
They were, finally, where they belonged: together.
Two weeks later, Miss Hermione Jean Granger became Mrs. Draco Malfoy in a beautiful ceremony at the family Manor's backyard.
All their friends and family attended, some very surprised not just at the bride and groom but at other two Slytherin-Gryffindor couples in attendance: Harry Potter had arrived with Theodore Nott – his fiancée; and Pansy Parkinson wasn't seen more than a few steps away from Ginevra Weasley.
And rumours had it that Blaise Zabini was seen leaving the party with the eccentric blond-haired witch, Luna Lovegood.
Months later, when the Malfoy twins were born, both with bright blond hair and grey eyes, there was no doubt who had sired them.
Scorpius Draco Malfoy was the spitting image of his father, except for the fuller mouth and less pointy chin.
And Lyra Jean Malfoy was a blond curly-haired blue-eyed, angelic-looking, princess.
Both babies were very much loved and pampered by their parents, grandparents, godparents and friends of the family; not to mention Eli, their devoted house-elf.
The marriage of Draco Malfoy to a muggleborn ensured that both the Malfoy and the Black families were kicked out of the Sacred Twenty-Eight list.
The day the official banishing letter arrived, nearly a year after their wedding, Draco pulled his wife into their home-office, and he celebrated it by fucking her on top of his desk, as the letter burned in the fireplace.
"Harder!" Hermione demanded as he pounded into her from behind, both still half-dressed.
"Sweet tight cunt!" Draco growled, tugging on her hair, making her arch her back, his cock hitting deeper inside of her. "Look what you did! Bringing down the Sacred Twenty-Eight!" he pinched one of her nipples.
"Proudly!" she shouted and he slapped her ass, fucking her relentlessly.
"I'll fill this mudblood cunt up with my seed." He increased his pace. "Breed you again."
"Yes!" she moaned, feeling her climax close.
He lowered a hand to her clit and she arched her back, moaning his name loudly as her body was taken by her orgasm.
"Now you take it, mudblood! Fuck!" he thrust another handful of times and stopped deep inside of her, holding her hips in place as he spilled right at her cervix.
Nine months later, they welcomed their third child, Lynx John Malfoy, blond and blue-eyed like his siblings.
THE END
Final notes: what a ride, people. This was super fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it and let me know!