Narcissa rested her hand on Draco's arm and walked him from table to table, thanking each of the ladies for their presence.
"Mrs. Ackhurst," said Narcissa as they stopped by a table. "Thank you for coming and bringing your lovely daughter. Miss Ackhurst-"
"It was a lovely evening, Lady Malfoy." Said Mrs. Ackhurst, looking at Draco with disdain, adding: "In spite of it all." before leaving with her daughter.
Draco found her contempt strange, but didn't dwell on it, glancing back at Granger, who was enjoying another serving of tea from the tea cup they had both drank from.
He couldn't believe she had spent four days rewatching their conversations (the good and bad ones) and still chose to come to the party.
"Stop looking at Hermione!" Narcissa hissed, pulling on his arm, as they walked to another table. "I had to do enough damage control already!"
They reached the next table and Narcissa turned to the ladies: "Thank you for coming, Mrs. Alderton, Miss Alderton."
Both women nodded rather coolly before leaving the room, their behaviour making him frown.
"Some Ladies" explained Narcissa, as they moved to the last table. "were offended by your paying attention only to Hermione for the past twenty minutes."
Draco then noticed the ugly stares being cast on Granger's direction as the ladies walked out of the room.
"Oh, so they know of my interest in her."
"Of course they do, Draco." Narcissa rolled her eyes. "You and Hermione were basically eye-fucking each other while verbally foreplaying."
He shrugged, unable to find it in himself to care for their opinions, for he was minutes away from reaching an understanding with Her.
"Draco," said Narcissa, bringing him back to the present and sighing, "I'll escort these lovely ladies out. You go back to Hermione." She touched his chest, where she knew the jewellery box with the stargaze ring rested inside his coat pocket.
He nodded and watched her leave the room with Miss Daugherty and her mother.
Then the double doors to the tea room closed, leaving Draco alone in the large space with Her.
Granger stood up and walked towards him, her honey-coloured eyes fixed on him, daring and beckoning him to get closer.
"Do you know why you're the only one still here, Hermione?" he asked softly as they met half-way.
"Yes, Draco. The Ladies' Manual to a Successful Courtship told me about what it means being the only Lady not asked to leave a Tea Party."
He laughed, "Yes, that one's a must read." then, looking into her eyes, he picked up her left hand, bringing it to his lips slowly. "And has that book told you how a successful courtship ends?" he waited for her answer with bated breath; butterflies fluttered in his stomach and his heart beat so fast he felt he might vomit and have a heart attack at the same time.
"Yes." She whispered, taking a step closer and tilting her head back to continue to look into his eyes. "A successful courtship ends in marriage."
"And is that- how- I mean, would you want that?" Draco felt his brain failing him, feeling in the threshold of an important life-changing moment and fearing a single word might ruin it.
"Well," she said with a soft smile, her other hand moving up his chest. "I did come here when I heard you'd have to choose a fiancée tonight, didn't I?"
"You did." he held her left hand against his chest, knowing she could feel his thundering heart.
"But marriage, like you said," she continued. "is how every successful courtship ends." her tone clearly alluding to something.
He frowned, anxiety creeping back in, "And you believe ours won't be successful?"
"I fear not." she wrinkled her nose. "For aren't there rules regarding touches and kisses and the keeping of a socially acceptable distance during a courtship?"
"Yes. There are." he nodded, still a bit confused on where that was going.
Granger tutted, shaking her head. "Well, this seems doomed to failure to me."
"Why?" Draco asked, unable to see what had her suddenly doubting them after everything they had discussed.
She pressed her body against his, "I don't think I can respect a proper courtship, Lord Malfoy, not when all I can think about is touching you and have you fuck me."
Draco forgot to breath for a second and then let out a relieved breath – she was just fucking with him!
He shook his head and it was his turn to tut at her: "Not very Gryffindorish of you, Granger. Such behaviour." He teased her, yanking on the hand he had been holding and wrapping his arm around her waist, touching his nose to hers.
"I guess a little Slytherin has been rubbing off on me." she replied with a smirk, making him laugh.
Draco touched her face, looking into her eyes from up-close, so close he could see every freckle on the bridge of her nose, and the little golden flecks that made her eyes that beautiful amber colour.
"Are you really here, Hermione?" he whispered. "Or have I cursed myself with something at Grimmauld and am living in a dream? If so I'm not complaining and hope to never recover."
She laughed. "It's not a dream, Draco. Now how about we stop being idiots?"
He tilted his head to the side, smiling at her cheekiness, nudging her nose with his, slowly approaching his lips to hers, feeling her breath on his face and her hand touching the short hairs on the back of his neck.
"You're a fucking dream, love." he murmured over her lips, swiping his tongue over them, sucking on her bottom lip.
He felt her fisting one hand on his coat, a small needy whimper leaving her lips as her tongue touched his lips, showing him she wanted more.
So he gave her more; tightening his grip on her curls and tugging, he felt her gasp and took full advantage of that, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and kissing her hungrily.
Draco ran a hand up her thigh, caressing the curve of her arse and holding her tightly against him, wishing he could stop that moment in time; when she was finally in his arms, wanting his kisses, whimpering for his touches, breathless because of him!
"I love you." He blurted, seeing surprise and happiness in her honey-coloured eyes.
Her lips slowly formed a sweet smile, and she caressed his face, "I know, Draco. I love you too, you idiot."
He chuckled and softly kissed her. "We're name-calling already?"
"Do you think we can ever stop? Prat."
A laughter left his throat as he continued to tease her lips with his, sharing in her air. "You beautiful swot. My beautiful swot." his arms tightly around her.
"Enough teasing, Draco." She breathlessly complained. "Kiss me!" she pulled his face down and he let her, taking full advantage of her parted lips again and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, her own meeting his halfway and he hummed while she whimpered.
He held her as close as physically possible, each caress of her tongue on his making him burn with need; her breath mixed with his and he felt himself getting drunk on her air, her taste, her touches.
"Fuck, Hermione." He groaned as she kissed down his neck, unbuttoning his tail coat and the first buttons of his waistcoat.
He sat her on the nearest table and ran his hands up her thighs, never stopping kissing her, pushing her dress up, bunching it at her waist and pulling her to the edge of the table, feeling her hands threading his hair as his clothed hard cock pressed against her centre, their tongues meeting nearly violently now, circling each other in a sensual fight for dominance.
"Disapparate us to you room, Draco." she moaned while he kissed down her neck. "Someone might come back-"
"No one's coming back in here." He touched one of her breasts over the dress, wanting to rip that fabric off her body and fill his mouth with her sweet skin. "Fuck, I want to touch you and lick you all over, love." He pressed against her centre again, feeling her wrapping her legs around him, her hands touching down his chest and fisting in his waistcoat as they rubbed against each other.
She ordered: "Fucking disapparate us, Malfoy. Now!"
And he obeyed.
They had barely apparated into his bedroom and Draco already felt Granger's hands on him, pulling his tail coat down his arms and working on the last buttons of his waistcoat.
He pulled her face up to take her lips again, feeling like he'd lose his mind if he didn't touch her, raw lust fogging his mind as her hands ignited a fire in his body that only her own could extinguish.
Granger wandlessly vanished both his waistcoat and dress shirt, touching her hands to the skin of his chest, kissing and nipping down the column of his neck.
He felt her fingers on the waistband of his trousers, unfastening the button and lowering his zipper.
"I didn't get to taste you that night." She said licking her lips and looking up into his eyes.
"Fuck." He grabbed both her hands and held them on her lower back, stopping her from touching him, pressing his forehead to hers, breathing hard. "You're not getting that mouth anywhere near my dick tonight, Hermione."
"Why not?" she frowned, her sudden anger making him smile.
"Upset you won't be sucking me off, love?" he sucked her bottom lip – the same bottom lip that had teased him for years.
"Yes, I am! I want to feel you on my tongue,"
The bloody minx! Draco mentally cursed.
And Granger continued: "I want your hands holding my head as you thrust down my throat, throbbing in my mouth."
"Fuck, just thinking about it-" he groaned. "Has me about to blow." He kissed her hard again, moving them towards the bed. "I need to taste you first, love. I've wanted you for so long; dreamed of these curves," he let her hands go and caressed her hips, "And, fuck, the taste I had that night has only made me crave you even more." he unzipped her dress and it cascaded down her body, exposing her curves to his eyes. "Fuck, Hermione."
"Yes, fuck Hermione, please." She gasped, looking at him with hunger.
"Oh, I will, love. But first I'll touch you," he ran both hands down her sides, mapping out her curves, filling up both hands with her arse.
"Kiss you," he vanished her bra and sucked one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth.
"Lick you," he licked her other nipple, loving the feeling of that nub between his lips.
Granger held his head to her breast and whimpered as he feasted on her flesh; he planned on giving her so much pleasure she neither wanted nor had the energy to leave his bed come morning.
Draco wrapped both arms around her and looked at her face, admiring her lips – red and swollen from kissing – and the way her chest heaved and her eyes were darkened with lust, plus the beautifully flushed skin of her cheeks and neck.
He smiled; she was there! – he had her in his arms, in his bedroom, steps away from his bed just like in his many dreams!
"Take a picture, Malfoy." She said mockingly. "It'll last you longer. I might even autograph it for you."
He smacked her arsecheek and pulled her flush against him again, her eyes darkening further in a need as intense as his; her curvaceous body, over a foot shorter, pressing and rubbing against his.
"You are fucking gorgeous, Hermione." he said as he weaved one hand into the soft curls at the nape of her neck, tugging to put her head at a perfect angle for him to kiss her deep and demandingly; his tongue circling around hers, wanting to consume her.
She moaned and his own groan joined her sounds; his senses were commanded by Her. Her smell. Her body. The feeling of Her in his arms.
"Is this ok?" Draco whispered, pulling on her hair.
"Yes. I love it." She gasped. "Don't play nice, Malfoy. Hold me down and fuck me!"
He groaned in pleasure at the confirmation of something he had picked up on their night as Jake and Jean: she liked being manhandled.
"Lie on the bed for me." He ordered, "I want you cumming on my tongue before-"
"No." She interrupted him. "If I can't taste you, you can't taste me."
"Is that so?" He smirked, loving her defiance. "Well, love, I'll only fuck this cunt after I've tasted it."
She smirked then, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Aren't you courting me, Lord Malfoy?"
"Yes." Draco nodded, frowning at the sudden change in her tone, his hand slipping from of her hair.
"Therefore," she spoke, walking backwards but keeping her eyes on his, "to win my affections" the back of her knees hit his bed and she sat down, taking her black high-heels off. "you'd do anything I asked you to, right?"
"Fuck yes." He groaned, palming his cock.
"So," she moved on the bed, settling in the middle of the mattress and vanishing her bra, tights and knickers. "I'm ordering you to get here" She spread her legs. "and fuck me."
Draco stared at her slack-jawed.
She was there on his bed, in all of her naked glory, legs spread open and ordering him to fuck her.
"No, Granger." He shook his head, fighting to control the desire to just give her what she wanted and bury himself between her legs. "I don't want to simply fuck you, I want to own you." His voice getting hoarser, his hands lowering his trousers as his eyes watched her darkened ones, seeing how much his words affected her. "I want to make you beg for my touch, crave me – and only me."
He kicked his shoes, socks and trousers away, keeping his eyes on her, fearing if he didn't she would disappear and he'd find out he had indeed cursed himself and it had all been just a dream.
He kneeled between her legs, watching her with hunger. "Fucking gorgeous you are, Hermione." he picked up her left leg, never taking his eyes off her face.
"Malfoy." She demanded: "Pants off!"
"Not my name, Hermione." He ignored her order, busying himself in making a path of kisses and touches from her shin to her hips, nipping on the sensitive spots he found on the way; her gasps and moans like music to his ears.
When he reached her hipbone, he laid a kiss there and felt her fisting both her hands in his hair, trying to pull his face to her cunt.
"No, love." He chuckled, inhaling her scent, and wanting to eat her right then; but he was a man on a mission, "Not yet." he just swiped his tongue on the left side of her cunt and felt her tremble. "Soon." He whispered, inhaling once more and moving down again to her other leg.
"Fuck, no..." she moaned in complaint, her head dropping back to the bed.
"Patience, love." he picked up her right leg and repeated the same path upwards, starting on her shin, teasing the back of her knees.
Granger whimpered angrily: "I'm suddenly remembering that I hate you, Malfoy."
But he just laughed, nipping her thigh and licking a path up to her hipbone, feeling her hands push him to her centre again.
"Look at this." He said as he looked at her cunt. "You're dripping." Then he did the same tongue-swipe on the right side of her slit and stopped; taking a second to look at her; the sight of her delicious body arching and writhing on his bed because of his kisses and touches was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, "All flushed and panting on my bed, Granger."
"I'll fucking kill you, Malfoy!" She half-growled half-moaned.
"Hmm, what about that desire of having my cock on your tongue?"
"Fuck." She dropped her head to the bed once more, clearly too aroused to think properly.
He smirked, loving to see her needing him so much that her brilliant brain was so taken by lust she couldn't function.
He rubbed his nose down the apex of her right thigh, hearing her whimper and watching her hips move up against the air, clearly looking for some friction.
"Tell me you need me, Hermione."
"Just fuck me, you fucking jerk!" she moaned, lowering a hand between her legs and trying to touch herself.
"No no no, love. That's not happening. This is my pussy, now." He battered her hand away and kissed her mons, feeling her arch again. "Tell me, Hermione. I want to hear you say it." He caressed her curves, the softness of her belly, kissing the suppleness he knew made her self-aware. "You want to know what I can't stop thinking about when I see you like this?"
"What?" she growled. "How I'm plotting to have you murdered for not fucking me?"
"No." Draco chuckled, touching his hand down her body. "No. I can't stop thinking how perfect you are. How I have dreamed of having you right here, under me, at my mercy for so long,-" begging to by taken and filled by my seed.
"Fucking do something, Draco! I need you so fucking much." She ended in a whimper.
He then splayed his hands on her inner thighs, pushing them wide apart, opening her cunt with his thumbs.
He felt her still on the mattress, anxiously waiting for his next move.
Then he thrust his tongue into her, licking a path from her entrance to her clit.
"Fuck, yes!" she moaned, both hands in his hair.
Her taste filled his mouth as he returned to her entrance, capturing her dripping juices with his tongue, coaxing her cunt to open and relax for him. He moved north, flicking his tongue on her hard bundle of nerves a couple of times before making the path back down again.
"Oohh, Draco!" he heard her sob when he latched on her clit and sucked, her hands holding him close to her centre, as she began grinding her hips against his face.
He loved it; if he suffocated on her cunt he would die a happy man. He thrust two fingers into her, curling them up and watching her arch and let go of his hair to grab a hold of the silk bedsheets.
"You're never leaving this bed, Hermione." He said between licks.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" she groaned, forcing his head down, "Put that tongue to good use!"
He smirked, relishing seeing her so needy under him, but he licked her slowly, stilling his fingers inside of her, just teasing her.
She growled in frustration: "Fucking hell! Suck me. Make me cum. Please." She finished in a whimper.
Draco added a third finger to her dripping cunt and sucked hard on her clit, watching her fall apart on his bed for the first time.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He praised her, kissing up her body and covering her smaller frame with his, after getting rid of his pants.
Holding himself on his elbows, he looked at her face, knowing he'd give everything he had to see her like that again and again: her curls spread out on his sheets, her tits moving with her fast breaths, her beautiful eyes glazed in pleasure – attesting to the strength of her orgasm.
"You're mine, Hermione." He declared, licking and sucking on her nipples, hearing her moan. "I'm never letting you go."
"Get that dick in me." She begged, adding: "I'm nobody's." She pulled him down for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips, trying to impale herself on his dick.
He poised his cock in her entrance, torturing them both "Is this what you want?"
"Yes!" she mewled, spreading her legs wantonly.
And he lost control, snapping his hips and burying himself inside her to the hilt.
"Oohh! Yes!" she threw her head back, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.
"Fuck-" he choked, the feeling of pushing inside of her with no barriers between them overwhelming his senses; her cunt fluttered tight around him, as if fighting to adjust to his size.
"You fill me up sooo good!" she moaned.
"Fuck, look at me, Hermione." He ordered, keeping his eyes on her face, committing to memory each expression of pleasure of hers, "Eyes on me, love."
She whimpered a protest but looked at him, then he slowly moved out of her, just to thrust in again, and the pleasure had her closing her eyes again.
"I need your eyes on me, Hermione. I need you looking at me as I fill you up."
Her eyes were heavy with lust and pleasure, but she managed to keep them on his; her arms circled his shoulders and she moaned as he moved, her lips parted in a perfect O that had him growling with male pride.
"More, Draco." She begged, digging her heels onto his back.
"You want me to fuck you harder, love?"
"Yes!"
So he increased his pace, watching her breasts move with each hard thrust of his hips, his hands going down her sides, kneading and holding onto her curves as he moved them fast towards a strong climax.
She began meeting his thrusts, tilting her hips and suddenly arching and moaning loudly.
"Yes. Fuck!" he grunted alongside her as the new angle allowed him to slide in deeper, her inner muscles gripping him tightly.
"Fucking perfect cunt." He gasped, slowing his movements for it was quickly becoming too much.
"No!" she shouted in protest, "Don't slow down!"
"I have to." He replied, sucking on one hard and reddened nipple, feeling her marking his shoulders with one hand as she fisted the other in his hair and held him to her breast.
"Harder, Draco. Please."
He covered her sexy mouth with his again, pounding his cock deep inside of her, torn between wanting to fuck her hard but also never wanting to stop that delicious torture.
She clenched on him, writhing and moaning, and he watched her orgasm long and hard, her cunt milking him.
"Fucking look at you," he kept his eyes on her face, still moving inside of her, needing to see each second of her lost in pleasure under him, even though he knew that wouldn't help him last, "Fuck, I can't... I'm going to cum."
Then she gasped words Draco would never forget – words that stayed stored in a special place in his mind and would make him tremble in need even years later.
She gasped: "I'm not on the potion, Draco."
He stilled, every muscle in his body contracting and he felt dizzy with a primal need. "Don't fucking say that, Hermione." He nuzzled the side of her neck. "Do you want me to fucking lose it?"
"I'm not lying." She whispered, rubbing her legs on his sides, wanting him to keep fucking her. "I'm truly not on the potion."
He looked into her pleasure-filled eyes, slowly resuming the movement of his hips.
"So tell me to pull out." his voice came out heavy with need and he saw the surprise in her eyes, seconds before a gush of cream bathed his cock deep inside her cunt.
"Fuck." He trust his tongue in her mouth briefly. "You're begging for it." He began babbling: "Tell me to pull out, love." He moved his cock increasingly deeper and harder, the thought of spilling inside of her unprotected womb making him shake as he thrust faster. "Fuck, Granger! Tell me to pull out!"
She lowered her hands down his back, and he thought she was going to push him away, but she grabbed his arse with both hands instead and pulled him closer.
"Hermione." He growled dangerously.
"Don't pull out." She spread her legs further apart.
And he had a hand on her neck, the other on her side, holding her hips in place.
"Make me stop or I'll cum right here." He pressed against her cervix, making her arch. "You want it, don't you? You want me to fill you up."
"Yes!" She moaned. "Please."
He kept on babbling: "Spreading your legs for me, begging me to cum in you. Fuck! I'll have to marry you then..."
"Yes. You will." She babbled along.
"I'll breed you and marry you. And... fuck..."
"Yes, Malfoy, yes."
"My name, love... give it to me."
"Oohh, Draco, yes!" and she was digging her nails on his arse, her cunt milking his cock, forcing him into climaxing with her.
He felt the first strong jet of cum leave his body and closed his eyes briefly, swooning at the intensity of his orgasm; but he wanted to see her, to watch the woman he loved under him, her hands holding him close to her, taking his cum inside her.
He touched is nose to hers, refusing to close his eyes again and lose another second of that moment.
"You're mine. All mine." He said, buried balls deep into her and still cumming.
"Yes." She breathlessly admitted. "And you're mine."
Draco kissed her slowly, closing his eyes then, basking in the feeling of having her under him, their bodies still connected. When he opened his eyes, meeting hers staring up at him, she had beautiful smile in her lips.
"I love you." He couldn't stop himself from saying.
Her smile grew and she replied: "I love you too." her hands touching his shoulders and face as her legs slowly unwrapped from around him.
Draco lay down beside her, pulling her to his chest and sighing, his heart light and filled with love as he held the woman of his dreams in his arms, the smell of sex and their perfumes mixed in the air and on the sheets; soon her slow breaths let him know she had fallen asleep, and he closed his eyes, following her into a restful slumber.
It was still dark outside hours later when Draco rose from sleep slowly, a delicious feeling on his dick, like a warm and wet tongue wrapping around his length pulling him out of dreamland with each lick.
He opened his eyes and looked down his body.
"Fuck, Hermione!" He cursed as he saw her sweet lips around his hardening cock. "Am I dreaming?"
"No, you're not." she laughed, quickly turning serious: "Now, lie back down. I want a taste of this." And she was licking his dick again, paying attention to the underside of the head, to that special place of perfect pleasure that had him gasping.
He forced his eyes to remain open, needing to watch her worshipping his cock – and worship it she did: licking and kissing, biting and sucking, working her way down and sucking on his balls.
"Holy shit." He grunted, leaning on his elbows to watch that sweet torture.
She licked up the length of his dick again, until she reached the tip and gave it a hard suck, letting out a small moan that sent vibrations down his cock.
"Fuck." Draco lowered a hand to her hair and she took him deeper into her mouth while still swirling her tongue around the flared head, flicking her tongue quickly under it right on that sweet spot again.
His hips jerked, and he moaned; she was good at that – Fucking too good!
She bobbed her head, taking him deeper at each down stroke, holding him tight between her lips, her tongue relentlessly torturing that spot under his head.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, better than the warm wet pressure of her mouth on his dick was the expression he could see in her face.
"You're fucking loving doing this, aren't you?"
She hummed affirmatively and he watched more of his dick disappear inside her mouth; he was thick, he knew that wasn't and easy feat.
"Wait, love, you don't have to-" he began to say as he realized she was trying to deep-throat him.
But she took a deep breath and ignored his words, lowering her head even further down, forcing his cock past her gag reflex and down her tight throat, her lips stopping around the base of his dick.
"Fuck! Shit! Granger!" he groaned loudly, fisting a hand in her hair with the objective of pulling her away but his lust-filled body had other ideas and he grinded his hips against her face. "Oohh, fuck!" the sight and the feel of her choking on his cock was too much, he knew he was seconds away from shooting his load down her throat.
She let him slip out of her mouth and gasped for air, smiling smugly, soon returning to the torturing of his cock.
He could do nothing but moan and grunt and watch that beautiful witch servicing him with hunger.
As she bobbed her head again, suckling sounds filled the bedroom, accompanied by her soft moans and his grunts. Then she surprised him further: her hands picked up his and put them on her hair, her honey-coloured eyes looking up at him with her mouth still stuffed by his dick.
"You want me to fuck your mouth?"
She hummed around his cock.
"Merlin, Hermione! You're fucking perfect." He gathered her curls in his fists, "Tap my leg if it's too much." And then he moved nearly fully out of her mouth, letting his lust-filled brain guide that moment like he had dreamed many times before: "Will you take it all again, like a good girl?" she nodded, her eyes letting him know she wanted that. "Take a deep breath, love."
He saw her immediately obey and then he thrust into her mouth, watching his entire length disappear between her swollen lips, her throat squeezing him, her eyes watering as saliva dribbled down the corner of her mouth.
She tapped his leg and he pressed in a little, smirking at her, before pulling out.
She gasped, but kept licking his cock, "Do it again, Draco." She begged.
"If I do that again, I'll cum, love."
"Do it. I want to taste you."
He groaned and fisted his hands in her hair again, looking at her and silently ordering her to take a deep breath and then he shoved his cock down her throat again, in seconds his balls drew up and he spilled down her throat, pulling halfway out and filling her mouth with is seed as well.
"Let me see it." He ordered between breaths.
She opened her mouth, showing him her tongue coated by his seed.
"Fuck." He groaned, touching a finger to the mixture of his cum and her saliva and painting her lips with it. "Swallow, love." and she did.
He pulled her to his chest and kissed her cum-painted lips.
"That was un-fucking-believable, Hermione."
"That good eh?" She smiled, looking very proud of herself. "I loved doing it."
"What do you want now, love?" he caressed down her body, "I'd love to reciprocate."
"Sleep. I need sleep." She said, yawning. "Ask me again in the morning." She kissed him once more before settling her head on his chest.
He smiled at the ceiling above his bed, wrapping his arms around her, feeling like the luckiest man alive.
With the sunlight entering his bedroom through the closed curtains, Draco slowly woke up; his body was sated and relaxed and he had a smile on his lips as he recalled why he felt like that – more specifically who was the culprit of him being feeling like that.
He rolled over on the bed, expecting to find a soft and warm body to snuggle with – only there was no one there but him.
"Hermione?" He called, opening his eyes and raising himself on an elbow to look around the room. "Love?"
After a few seconds, the door to his ensuite bathroom opened and he couldn't not smile as he looked at her – she was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with her hair wild, her feet bare, dressed only on his white dress shirt – Absolute perfection.
He openly ogled her, "Good morning, love."
She had a soft blush on her cheeks as she smiled back at him walking to the bed; she leaned forward and kissed him slowly, as if savouring his lips.
"Morning." She then replied with a content sigh.
Draco touched his nose to hers, one hand caressing the side of her face while looking into her eyes, knowing he certainly had a pathetic lovesick look on his face – but he didn't care.
"I hope you don't run away screaming after finding out how sappy I can be."
She chuckled, "After rewatching all our memories, Draco, I already know you're a big softy under all those smirks and glares."
He grabbed her face and kissed her again, deeper, pulling her down onto the bed with him, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her flush against his body.
"I told you this courtship was doomed." she sighed as he kissed down her neck.
"Regretting it already?" he looked at her face, a small fear of rejection surging inside of him.
"Never, Draco." she smiled at him, caressing his face as if trying to reassure him, "But we were extremely irresponsible, you know?"
"Why?" he frowned, "The Ladies' Manual forbids sex before engagement?"
"I'm sure it does," she laughed. "but I'm talking about neither of us remembering to cast a contraceptive charm."
Draco couldn't stop the smug smile that formed on his face as he recalled spilling inside of her.
Granger rolled her eyes, "You're impossible."
He laughed, caressing her neck with his nose. "You don't want kids, Hermione?" he looked at her face, waiting for her answer.
"I do, of course I do." she nodded, "It's actually one of the reasons I quit the Ministry. My job was too demanding. I'd never be able to be the mom I want to be if I remained Head of a Department."
He breathed normally then, in relief. "Thank Merlin, for I want at least two."
"At least?" she replied, "And how many is the maximum?"
"Whatever number you want." he replied, unbuttoning the dress shirt she had on and kissing down her chest.
She laughed, certainly seeing right through his evasiveness, "You do know your Slytherin tactics will never work on me, right?"
"That doesn't mean I won't keep trying, love." he winked at her, before closing his lips around her right nipple and sucking on it until he had her moaning. "However," he continued. "right now, I believe there's just one thing to be done." He laid a kiss on her hardened nipple and suddenly stood up, walking naked to where his tail coat lay on the floor, picking up the small jewellery box that still rested inside its pocket, and returning to the bed.
"Hermione," Draco said, lying half on top of her, his head propped up on a hand. "We've already wasted too much time bickering and pretending to hate each other. I love you; I can't imagine my life without you." He opened the jewellery box and settle it between her breasts. "Hermione Jean Granger. Will you marry me?"
She gaped when her eyes fell on the ring, but she had an eyebrow arched when she spoke: "Are you really proposing naked in bed with me?"
"Would you like a big public proposal?" he retorted, copying her arched brow.
"No."
"Thought so."
She let out a sigh, shaking her head and he froze on the bed; was she about to say 'no'?
"It was such a short courtship." She whispered, as if displeased by that; and, in his nervousness, Draco couldn't tell if she was pretending or not.
"C'mon, Hermione!" he complained defensively. "It's not like we met yesterday."
She laughed then.
And he realized: she was pretending!
"You fucking witch!" he growled once he felt like he could breathe again. "Had me nearly having a heart-attack!"
"Your face, Draco!" she still laughed. "Priceless."
He picked up the jewellery box and closed it, pretending to be offended, "You know what? I'll have to rethink this."
"C'mon, Draco." she said, rolling her eyes, "I was just joking. Ask me again."
He looked at her, wishing her had the power to refuse her – if only for a few hours; but she was there: on his bed! Half-naked and with his cum staining her thighs. No, he wasn't strong enough to resist her.
"Hermione," he reopened the little box, picking up the ring this time, "will you marry me?"
"Yes. Draco, I'll marry you." she said, and he noticed the tears gathering in her eyes.
He picked up her left hand and slid his ring on her ring finger, kissing it before putting himself on top of her, taking her lips on his before trailing kisses down her neck, nuzzling her breasts before sucking on a nipple.
He heard her breath hitch and her plea of: "Fuck me, fiancée." immediately undid him; he kneeled on the bed and looked down at her, admiring her delicious body all on display on his bed, the flushed skin of her chest, her large breasts, her wide hips, the dripping wetness between her legs, and the sparkle of his ring on her finger.
"You're so much more than I deserve," he said, "but we both know I'm a greedy bastard." He filled both hands with her tits and teased her nipples, before caressing down her ribcage, feeling the curve of her waist and holding onto her hips.
"Do you want me to cast a contraceptive charm?" he asked, hoping she gave him the answer he wanted to hear.
"I don't see the point now, Draco. After last night..."
His eyes must have shown her how much he liked the idea of having already impregnated her, because she laughed.
"You really want that, don't you?" she asked.
"Fuck yes," he breathed kissing down her belly. "Thinking of you swelling with my child-"
"Maybe you already did it," she said, clearly liking that idea as much as he.
He nuzzled against her lower belly, before staring up at her and ordering: "Turn around for me," his half-hard cock getting harder as he imagined taking her from behind.
"Well," her tone challenging. "Lord Malfoy, why don't you make me?"
He smirked, "You're fucking perfection, Granger." And with his hands still on her hips, he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up to her knees by her hair, her back to his chest, his roughness being rewarded by the soft moan that left her lips and a full-body shiver.
He kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear: "You like this, don't you?", he kept a tight grip in her curls while his other hand caressed her body, travelling upwards from her navel, moving between her large breasts, teasing her nipples, before finally coming to a stop at her throat. "You're a dream, love; panting and pliant in my arms, sucking me off in the middle of the night, dripping on the sheets and asking to be fucked hard." He finished with a bite onto the curve of her neck, placing a modicum of pressure on her neck.
"Please, Draco." She moaned as her head rested on his shoulder, pressing her ass against his fully hard cock.
"Head down, love." He ordered as he removed his hand from her throat. "Show me how much you want me to fuck you again."
She obeyed immediately and he groaned, stopping to admire her submissive pose: her head resting on the mattress and her arse up in the air for his taking. He caressed her arse and landed two slaps, one on each cheek, making her yelp and moan.
"I dreamed about this so many times, Hermione. You and you fucking curves in my bed," he slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt. "Fucking feel this. Filled with cum and ready to take more."
"Yes! Please."
He removed his fingers and caressed her clit before landing a slap on her pussy lips.
He heard her gasp at the unexpected blow and felt her tremble.
"Tell me, love" he moaned at the sight of her cunt clenching on nothing. "how do you want me? Gentle?" he rubbed his cock between her dripping folds. "or hard?" he pressed the head against her entrance but didn't push in.
She immediately moved back, trying to impale herself but he caught her intention and stopped her.
"Being bratty, Granger?" He slapped her arse again, ordering: "Answer me."
"Hard! Please. Do your worst, Malfoy."
Then he pressed in, pushing deeper and deeper until his balls touched her cunt and she was arching and moving her hips back, fisting the bedcovers and shaking as a long moan left her lips.
"Ooh yes." he groaned as he realized what was happening: "You're fucking cumming just by the feeling of my cock?"
"Yes..." She whimpered. "that's your best feature, fuck." She threw her head back, glancing at him with her head to the side. "What a cock."
He fisted a hand in her hair again and tugged, leaning forward, covering her back with his chest and thrusting in, pressing against her cervix. "Is that so, Granger?"
"Yes." She moaned. "Don't stop. Please. Right there. Oooh."
And he pounded deep into her, making sure to keep pressing right at the entrance of her womb.
"I'll fill you up again." he grunted.
"Yes, yes. Please!" She was completely lost in pleasure, her body covered with sweat, moving her hips back to meet his every thrust. "Breed me." she begged.
"Fuck, Hermione!" He growled, his moves becoming erratic as he heard her plea. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" He lowered a hand to her clit. "Fucking perfect cunt. Yes! Cum for me." he felt her climax start, her channel fluttering around him, milking him, "Fuck, take it. Take it!" he grunted, holding her hips bruisingly, and five deep thrusts later he spilled inside of her, moaning her name into her curls.
She dropped onto her stomach and he lay down beside her, spooning her from behind and kissing her shoulder.
"I love you."
He heard her softly whisper: "Love too." and they fell asleep again.
During the next couple of months, the fast engagement of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy was all the papers talked about.
Rita Skeeter firmly believed Granger had been planning such a coup from the moment she heard of the breaking of the Greengrass-Malfoy engagement. And the fact that she had left her job at the Ministry on the same week the engagement had been announced gave Skeeter's gold-digger theory even more fuel.
Meanwhile, the Witch's Weekly magazine called the Granger-Malfoy couple Starcrossed Lovers, a fairy-tale made in Hogwarts, abusing of romantic notions of enemies-to-lovers torn apart by the war as if they had been in love since they were first-years.
But for the couple, none of those headlines and labels mattered.
Draco was the happiest man alive; he was engaged to the witch he had loved for years and they were to be married in ten months.
Hermione spent her days exploring the extensive Malfoy library and writing her own book about the war – a personal project of hers.
Narcissa loved having her company in the Manor, and the two witches were often seen reading together, planning the next room renovation or walking in the gardens.
"Mother has never let me anywhere near her roses, you know." Draco told Hermione one evening before dinner while they lay naked in bed on top of each other.
"She did mention you'd be jealous that she let me prune the roses today."
"I'm not jealous." He pulled her chin up for a kiss. "I'm glad the two most important witches in my life get along so well."
Hermione smiled at him, "Today Narcissa showed me the books on the Malfoy family history."
Draco rolled his eyes, "You don't have to learn about that, Hermione."
"But I want to. Learning about your family makes me understand a little bit more where the whole pureblood culture comes from."
"Trying to justify hereditary bigotry, love?"
"Of course not, Draco." She laughed. "This interesting! For example: today I read about the Malfoy family first Apothecaire in the 14th century – they helped muggles survive not only the famine but also many diseases that killed them at the time. It's amazing to learn your family's impact in history."
"Yeah?" he kissed her lips. "Well, I'll let you know that the mother of my future children is a war heroine."
She playfully slapped his chest. "And their father is an idiot."
"Let's not talk about their father." he retorted.
She caressed his sweaty hair, and he knew she was about to ask him something he didn't want to do: "Spill it, Granger."
"I'd like to see the family Tapestry." she said, before holding her bottom lip between her teeth.
He frowned, "Why do you want to see the bloody Tapestry?"
"Well. Narcissa said it's important to understand how both the Black and the Malfoy families are connected to other important families. And even though things have changed – starting by you marrying a muggleborn-"
"Am I doing that?" He asked playfully, receiving a sharp glare.
"Still," she continued, "there are some historical traditions that must be respected."
Draco laughed, "Of course you'd love historical traditions. You swot." He smacked her arsecheek.
"Will you show me the Tapestry later?"
"Fine."
That night, after dinner, Draco took her to a large room by the library, where a magic Tapestry covered not only the walls but the floor as well, showing the names of centuries of members of the Noble House of Malfoy.
"This is amazing." Granger said, sounding impressed.
He walked behind her, coming up with a better idea of what they could do there other than reading the names of his relatives: "I want to soil my family's Tapestry with you, Hermione." He said, wrapping his arms around her.
She wrinkled her nose. "If that's your idea of romance, Draco... it's wrong."
He chuckled, "Not supposed to be romantic, I truly want to lay you down on this Tapestry and soil it with our sweat and cums."
She shook her head, unable to hide her laughter, "You're an idiot."
"I'm the idiot you've agreed to marry."
"Fine!" she agreed, "We can fuck here, but help me find your name first!"
They started searching, but after a few minutes, he heard her gasp loudly.
"What happened, love?" Draco ran towards her, worried some ancient blood-curse in the Tapestry could've hurt her.
"Draco." her tone wasn't playful anymore, she actually sounded on the verge of tears, "I think we'd better tell your mother to put our wedding together fast."
"Why? Are you planning on running after seeing this inbreeding mess?" he pulled her into his arms, confused by her behaviour.
Granger shook her head and he noticed her glistening eyes were staring at something in the Tapestry to his right.
"What's wrong, Hermione? You're freaking me out." he followed her gaze, needing to know what had got her crying all of a sudden.
Draco found where the Black and the Malfoy bloodlines were shown, their branches brought together in one single person: Draco Lucius Malfoy. He was about to ask Hermione what had her crying, but then he saw it: a small branch connected his name to hers, and from that branch, a new one had formed, the small inscription saying: Baby-boy Malfoy.
THE END