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Ten minutes to seven, Draco sat down in his usual chair, at his usual table. Blaise wasn't there yet. It gave him time to think about what had happened in London. His heart was still stuttering in his chest. He hadn't seen Hermione in seven months. She hasn't changed a bit. Those eyes are still the windows into her soul.
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The day had been perfect. The sun had shone all afternoon, with a few puffy white clouds floating along in the breeze. The picnic lunch Wheesy the house elf had sent was delicious, as always. The honey-smoked ham and grilled chicken were still warm, providing a lovely contrast to the potato salad, iced lemonade, and pumpkin pie. The rolls had been baked to golden perfection and had melted in his mouth. Everything was perfect. There was no other word for it.
Hermione was beautiful, as always. The royal blue tank top and short denim skirt fit her body closely, showing her curves without giving it all away. Her long hair was pulled up in a high ponytail with little ringlets framing her face. She needed no makeup aside from the lip gloss she wore. Her nose and cheeks were dusted with freckles from the sun from their honeymoon in the Cayman Islands. They had just finished Hermione's first flying lesson in nine years. She was flushed from the exhilaration of flying over the treetops, watching the bluejays take flight from her shrieks of laughter.
Draco sat in the shade of the trees, smiling at his wife. She had her face turned up to the sun. He couldn't believe his good fortune in having her as his wife. She was intelligent, beautiful, and devoted to, well, anything she put her mind to. She had just received a promotion at work and had become head of the Auror Network at the Ministry. He was so proud of her. Not only that, but she had also dealt with the fact that his father and all his friends were Death Eaters and were aiding Voldemort with his rise to power. She had been one of the few to see inside him, to discover the real Draco that had been hidden from everyone else. The only other person he knew to do that was Blaise, who had been his best friend since sixth year at Hogwarts.
"Draco?"
"Yes, love?"
"Let's do something. Anything." Draco raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Well, anything besides that."
"And why not? Are you growing bored with me?" he teased her.
"No, but we've already done it three times today, and I'd like to do something else for a while."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I want to swim. I haven't been swimming in ages."
Draco smirked at this. "You mean since we got back from our honeymoon? That was, like, four days ago. That's not that long."
"Well, okay, it's not, but I still want to go swimming." She gave Draco a puppy dog look. He looked into her eyes and realized he couldn't deny her this, even though when he was in the water he tended to burn. Red just wasn't his color.
"Okay, we'll go swimming. Don't you need a bathing suit, though?"
Hermione gave him a Look. "We're married. Do YOU think I need a swimsuit?"
Oh, duh. "No, I guess not." He smiled at her. "What are we waiting for?"
Hermione smiled. "Last one there is a rotten egg!" With that, she jumped up from the blanket and ran towards the water's edge.
Draco couldn't just let her win, of course, so he jumped up and ran after her. Just as she was shedding the last of her clothes he tackled her, sending them both flying into the water.
Hermione shrieked at the coldness of the water washing over the both of them. Draco simply smiled and pulled his love down further underneath the surface. She swatted at him playfully, then grabbed hold of his neck when he tried to get out. They played for a few minutes until Draco finally got both of them out onto the sandy beach. They were both laughing, and Draco was spitting little streams of water out. He looked a little like the fountain at the Ministry.
Hermione shivered as her skin made contact with the air. She looked at Draco, then noticed he was looking at her nipples. They were hard. He looked up at her, and she saw the lust in his eyes. Without asking, she started to unbutton his shirt at the neck. He jumped a little with each contact her fingers made with his chest. He wished she would hurry up.
Finally, the shirt was unbuttoned and Hermione reached for his pants. Draco quickly sat her down and pulled them off. He was standing over her, well, towering over her, clad only in his shirt. Hermione was used to this. He never took his shirt off in front of her. Come to think of it, she had never seen him with his shirt off. Well, that would change soon.
He bent down to grab her, but she scooted away from him. He saw laughter in her eyes. Draco growled low in his throat and Hermione giggled. He lunged for her, but missed and got a mouthful of sand. She laughed harder. As he picked himself up off the ground, she turned and ran into the water. He quickly caught up with her and swept her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He let out a groan and returned the favor.
He felt her hands begin to roam his body. The water made a wonderful lubricant, so she quickly slid her hands up the back of his shirt. He felt her small finger draw circles in between his shoulder blades. He let out a little moan. She began to run her hand up and down his back while the other one tangled itself in his wet hair. He quickly spread her long, slender legs and floated in between them. She wrapped them about his waist. His member rested alongside her behind. Hermione moaned into his mouth. He took that as a 'yes, please fuck me now'.
Draco spread her open and pushed his way inside. She was always so tight, so smooth, he delighted in just resting inside her. He felt her muscles clench around him and couldn't hold back any longer. He slowly withdrew to the very brink and plunged in again, and again, and again. She moaned louder, causing him to move faster. He felt her begin her release and sank underneath the water so her scream wouldn't be heard up at the house. He couldn't hold back any longer and released himself inside her, moaning her name as he came.
He broke surface again so they could breathe. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, recovering. This man made her feel things she had never felt with anyone else. When they were making love, she felt like she was... home.
Draco was so caught up in the afterglow, he didn't notice Hermione had pushed his shirt off his arms. He looked down into her eyes and saw the love he felt for her reflected back at him. The water droplets clung to the very tips of her lashes, separating them and defining her eyes even more. In the late afternoon sun, her lashes seemed to be showering him in rainbow colors. He wondered again how he had been so lucky to find someone so perfect that loved him for who he was.
Draco was lost in his feelings when he felt Hermione stiffen. "Darling, what's wrong?"
"What the HELL is that on your arm?"
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"Draco? Hey, are you okay?" Blaise asked.
Draco shook his head. "No, not really."
"What's going on? What's up with you and that girl?"
"Sit down and I'll tell you."
A/N: I know this chapter was a bit longer than the others, but once I started writing it, I couldn't stop. I'm sorry if I cut Draco's memory off too abruptly, but I had to let Blaise sit down eventually. If you were looking for lemon in this chapter, I apologize it was only lime-y, but there will be more in later chapters. I promise you.
Well, that's all for now. Review me if you please. I do.
Later,
-Kat
