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Honeymoon…

We ran out the great hall hand in hand and ran up to our old common room to get our luggage. We couldn't apparate from Hogwarts, so we were traveling by floo powder. I was scared to death of brooms. As we entered the room, he smiled in my direction.

"How about one last rendezvous?" he asked with a sly grin.

"I think we should wait until we get to Italy my love." I replied as I stroked his cheek.

"Party pooper." he scowled.

"Shall we?" I asked.

"Let's go beautiful." he said, taking my hand and leading me over to the fireplace.

He placed our luggage near the hearth and grabbed a small bowl with some sparkly powder off of the mantle.

"Hotel dei fiori nascosti" he said speaking very clearly and threw some of the powder inside. The flames turned colors and he threw our luggage inside. It disappeared at once and he led my hand next. I repeated his request and at once I was swirling into the flames, landing with a thump in a deserted, dusty room. I had landed on my behind, filling my dress with dust. Draco appeared a moment later, landing firmly on his feet, dusting his clothes off with his hand. He saw me sitting on the floor and laughed.

"Not used to traveling by floo powder huh?" he said helping me off the floor.

"No, and now my dress is ruined." I said scowling.

"Here, let me help you." he waved his wand and suddenly my dress was gone and replaced by a white sundress and sandals. He waved it again and he was changed into a white polo shirt and tan cargo shorts.

"There, now we don't look like we arrived here moments after our wedding."

"Is this a Muggle hotel?" I asked looking around.

"Yes, but I had someone from the ministry hook it up to the floo network for just one hour. This room is being renovated and would be empty this time of night. Here let me grab your bags for you honey." he said reaching for our luggage. We left the dusty old room and headed for the front desk. A short balding man was behind the desk.

"Welcome to the Hotel dei fiori nascosti" (hotel of the hidden flowers) he said smiling.

"Abbiamo prenotazioni" (we have reservations) "Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy."

"Ah yes, the newlyweds. Sieite nella sala numero 311" (You are in room number 311) "Here is your key," he said handing a shiny gold key to Draco.

"Grazie" he said taking the key.

"Siete benvenuti" (you are welcome) "If you need anything don't hesitate to ask me or one of our staff." he smiled.

We walked over to the large grand staircase. It was decorated in roses and gold trim. The entire staircase was painted a pale ivory color, and the carpet that ran up the middle was a deep crimson with gold embroidery. We walked up to the third floor and made our way down the long hallway. Our room was the last one on the left. There was a gold sign on the door that read. 'Honeymoon suite' Draco put the key into the lock and turned it. The door swung open and he shuffled our luggage inside. We walked into a large open room with a couch in front of the fireplace. French doors that led out onto a large terrace overlooking the vineyards that the hotel was situated in, on the terrace there was a table for two. The doors were open and a warm summer night breeze flew in the windows. To the left was a door that led to the bedroom. Inside was a huge four poster bed with white linen curtains that hung loosely on each post. There was a large wooden dresser that was covered with different perfume bottles. In the bedroom there was another set of French doors that led out to the same terrace as in the sitting room. On the opposite wall a door led to a large bathroom with a sunken tub and separate shower. There was a cream colored vanity with lights and more gold trim. The toilet and sink were on the far wall. Its creamy tile covered every surface, and a large chandelier hung from the ceiling above the tub. A shelf was covered in large fluffy towels and two white terry robes with an 'M' on the right chest pocket hung behind the door. I walked back into the bedroom and flung myself on the bed.

"It's beautiful Draco!"

He was standing near the terrace looking into the Italian countryside.

"It is. Are you tired?" he asked.

"No, but I would like to clean up real quick if that's ok." I said seductively.

"Its more than okay with me, take all the time you need."

I stood up and grabbed my small suitcase and took it into the bathroom. I had my special purchase from yesterday inside along with my toiletries. I turned on the faucet in the tub and sprinkled in some jasmine vanilla bath salts I brought with me. The smell soon filled the room. I took out the gown and hung it behind the door. I removed all of my clothes and stepped into the tub. The scent took over my mind and I relaxed immediately. After about 30 minutes of soaking I stepped out and grabbed one of the fluffy towels and dried myself off. I waved my wand and released my hair from the style I had for the wedding. I straightened it out, leaving tiny curls at the end. I slid on the thong that matched the gown and sat on the vanity stool staring at myself in the mirror.

'I am actually married.' I thought to myself. I smiled and put on some light makeup and sheer lip gloss. I sprayed myself with some jasmine vanilla body spray and then slipped the sheer gown over my head. I quickly changed my nail and toe polish to a sheer peachy pink. I looked in the mirror one last time before I walked into the bedroom.

Draco was still standing on the terrace. He had changed clothes though and that was odd to me. He had changed into a white silk dress shirt and black pants. His silver blonde hair blew lightly in the summer breeze. There was gold tray on the bed side table with chocolate dipped strawberries, and an open bottle of champagne with two glasses. There was a card lying next to the bottle that read 'Complimenti del personale dell'hotel. (Compliments of the hotel staff) I picked up the glasses and poured some into each. I walked over to him and handed him a glass as we looked over the terrace into the night. It was late, about 4am. He took a drink and then without a word he led me into the bedroom and sat me down on the chaise at the end of the bed.

"I love you Hermione Malfoy. You look like an angel on earth." he said. I tried to pull him close but he resisted.

"I have something special planned for you. Just sit there and relax." He stood up and turned on the small radio that was sitting on the nightstand. A slow sultry song began to play. He walked in front of me and looked into my eyes, holding that gaze as he began to dance in front of me. He was slowly moving, never breaking his stare. His eyes were like silver stars, the moonlight bathed him in a pale light that made him look too beautiful to be real. His white silk shirt rippled in the cool breeze, and his hair blew playfully into his eyes. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it on but giving me a glance to his exquisite smooth chest. He moved closer and I ran my hands across his muscles, feeling every ridge and groove. Goosebumps erupted on his skin as well as mine. He leaned in and brushed his soft pink lips against mine. Again I tried to pull him closer, but he moved back slowly pulling his shirt out of his pants and leaving it blowing around his body. He slid it leisurely off of his silky fair skin. It fell to the floor and he turned around to face me again. His eyes were mesmerizing and I couldn't look away. His hands fell to his waist and cautiously unbuckled his belt, not yet removing it. I reached my hand up to assist, and again I was denied. He grabbed one end of it and pulled it off very slowly. It too was discarded on the floor. Next he unbuttoned one button of his black dress pants. They slid off to his hips, but not off completely. The top of his emerald green silk boxers stuck out seductively. His hands reached for the zipper and ever so gently he pulled it to the bottom. He was slowly torturing me. I could feel myself wanting him more than ever. His pants fell to the floor revealing his boxers in full and a glorious erection. He leaned into my lap and kissed me, brushing his manhood against my thigh. I was very turned on as he kissed my neck and shoulders and eventually my breasts. He pulled down the front of my gown and was making small red marks everywhere. When I stood up to kiss him fully, he pushed me back down again to a sitting position. I stared at his gorgeous body, moving slowly and tantalizingly in front of me. My body was on fire with lust. Only he could make me feel that. His hands slid off his boxers and then quickly scooped me up and placed me gently on the bed. My nipples were hard from anticipation. He ran his hands up and down my body, ending by placing his hands inside my diamond studded thong. He pulled this off swiftly and lifted my gown off over my head. He kissed every inch of my body, lingering in places longer than others. His fingers worked on my clitoris and worked it into a quick and thrilling orgasm. My back arched against his hand and I took a sharp intake of air. A smile came over his flawless face as I writhed and moaned. He lowered his head and licked at me playfully sending me into another orgasm, more intense than the first. His hot breath kissed me and made little marks on my thighs. My eyes stared up at the ceiling, which I noticed was flecked with gold. He kept up this deliberate assault on my body, which drove me into multiple orgasms, and after each one he would look at my smiling face, and smile back. He slowly kissed up towards my face and breasts. His hands roamed by breasts as he kissed my neck and finally my waiting lips. I opened my mouth slowly and allowed his tongue inside to play with mine. I tasted my own juices as he kissed me long and deep. I moaned as I felt his erection rub my leg again, I parted to allow him entry, but then changed my mind. I pushed him to the spot next to us and sat on top of him. I kissed my way down his sculpted chest, to his waist and flicked my tongue at the head. He moaned and grabbed my hair sending shivers up my spine. I opened my mouth and took him all the way in, sliding down to the shaft and moving my tongue along the side, his body shook and his breathing became irregular and heavy. I moved up and down slowly and deliberately, making every move to the point of orgasm. I let it slide out of my mouth slowly and got back on top of him. I leaned in to kiss him again and ran my tongue along his neck. I kissed his ear, and breathed 'I love you' heavily into it.

His body pushed itself against mine and I slid him into me. My mind exploded with desire and pleasure. He moved his hips in unison with mine, driving himself deeper and deeper into me, making me burn with lust. My head became dizzy as I came again and again. It was like being drunk. I leaned over and smelled his skin. He always had a clean, raw animal scent to him. It was so intoxicating. He pulled my shoulders down towards his and kissed me softly. And then the next second, he picked me up by the waist and turned me around so that I was on all fours facing the head board. He swept my hair from the back of my neck so it fell over my right shoulder. He plunged into me sending me into instant orgasms, and he leaned in to kiss the back of my neck. He angle he was at was hitting me in a spot that made it impossible for me to think clearly. It was a feeling I had never felt before. He pushed harder and harder, our bodies moving in rhythm with each other. He was kissing my back and shoulders, sucking on my back and running his hands around to my breasts which were moving back and forth with the force of his pumping. He pulled out suddenly and I fell forward onto my stomach, attempting to catch my breath. I rolled onto my back and he kissed me passionately plunging his tongue into my waiting mouth again. My legs parted and allowed him to enter again as he lifted my legs to fit around his tight body. We were a perfect fit. My body fitted to him like a puzzle piece, he lifted my bottom up to rest on his thighs. He continued to slowly plunge in and out driving me to the point of madness. I looked at his face, glowing and beautiful, and then his eyes, which had turned a dark mercury color. I knew he was close to coming so I sat up onto his thighs with my legs still wrapped around his waist. I moved my hips up and down until he moaned with delight, coming into my waiting body. I kissed him softly, lips barely grazing his. We were both out of breath and sweaty. Slowly we collapsed onto the soft feather bed. He wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep without another word.