A gift for Stein048 as par of the Trick or Treat 2022 exchange!
October 2007
Finally. They actually managed to put a date in the diary.
He wasn't sure who to thank for this - was it the universe itself conspiring against them for the past few months until this silver lining? Did it really take three civil servants and their four assistants nearly half a year to find a fully clear week for all of them?
Yes, yes it did.
Draco would be rather unimpressed by this if it didn't in reality mean coordinating a holiday for the Head Auror, Head of the European diplomatic team, and the Gringotts Head Liaison for the Ministry. It wasn't easy, but in the end it was worth every bloody second of struggle as it was mere hours before they were able to catch their portkey and spend a glorious week of doing nothing and everything to each other in a gorgeous private resort in the Maldives.
He made sure his office was in order before pulling on his blazer and heading for the floo. He had his documents wrapped up, handover complete, their packing was done, and he'd even picked up a couple of small cakes from Hermione's favourite little Chocolaterie in the newly extended Horizontal Alley on his lunch break. Feeling positively giddy, not that his face showed it, he stepped out of the fireplace in the living room of the renovated Grimmauld place, their London home.
He headed for the kitchen to deposit his sweet treats when he caught the sweet scent of honey and tangy melon, his lips curling into a smirk. Well, well, someone was eager. He paused in the doorway, keeping to the shadows hiding his presence, and enjoyed the sight that greeted him home.
Harry Potter, on his knees for the pleasure of their needy omega.
Harry had no issue whatsoever getting on his knees for either of them, so Draco took delight in the sight of the spread before him. Harry's wild curls were all the more mused by the impatient ink-stained fingers pulling them eagerly in their bid to get him closer, feel him deeper.
Draco had always enjoyed Hermione's impatience, especially as it led to such delightful punishment later when they got in the mood for rougher play. Not that it happened too often. He'll be the first to admit that despite being the alpha in the relationship, his beautiful beta and omega were both very precious to him and he loved to spoil them both.
Her curvy thighs quaked, her pants and little moans a sign of her just getting started, her other hand pushing past the edge of her wrap dress to pinch her peaked nipple. He loved those sweet little handfuls, but not as much as Harry who loved to rest on her chest and fall asleep in seconds to the sound of her heartbeat, surrounded by the sweet peaks of her chest.
A positively lewd slurping sound made him grin as his fierce beta knuckled down and sucked on her clit as his fingers really started to work Hermione open, ready for them.
The pulse of her pheromones made Draco harden impossibly in his already tight slacks and he adjusted his stance slightly as he watched Hermione's quick rise to her peak, climbing steadily as her whimpers and soft whines got a little more pitched. He could see the crease between her brows smooth and lips part in a silent moan of pleasure as she shuddered through a glorious orgasm, gushing into Harry's mouth who drank it with relish and a deep groan of delight.
He couldn't help the pulse of his own pheromones sweeping the room, the Alpha instinct within him telling to claim what was his. Both their heads turned to where he stood, able to sense him now that he let his presence be known.
"Oh don't stop on my behalf. I believe it's Harry's turn now," he purred and closed the door.
Perhaps they had just a little bit more time before their portkey afterall…
