"Mmph. Gods yes." She moaned, legs wrapping around his hips as he finally entered her. Hermione clawed at his neck and shoulders. Lifting her head to attach her teeth onto his trapezius muscles, her center clenched when she received a low groan from the action.

Draco brought a hand under her head, holding her to his skin, letting her assault him with her mouth. The area was soothed with messy licks and kisses, her body clinging to his as he rocked into her with a steady, slow pace.

"Fuck Hermione. I love this cunt. I love you." He sighed, resting his forehead on hers, punctuating each sentence with a deep thrust. It shook her insides, rattling her chest to the point where there was now an ache in her sternum as well as her center. She needed more, she was filled but she wanted more.

Bringing her lips to his, Hermione quickly opened her mouth wide, waiting for his tongue to enter. Draco eagerly complied with her silent request, searching inside her mouth while he continued his slow thrusts, claiming every available part of her for himself.

He knew what she liked, whether she asked for it silently or verbally. Hermione Granger was a lover that would tell you exactly what she wanted, but Draco was the only one that knew how to give it to her precisely, down to every last lick, touch, kiss, bite and thrust.

"Deeper." She breathlessly said and Draco did it. His hips grinding into hers until a rumbling cry tumbled from both their lips. "F-faster." She then asked, but he only increased his pace by a bit. Enough to give her what she demanded but not enough to bring them both to the end. Just the right amount to keep them panting with desire, bodies shaking for more.

"Yes, Draco." She whispered into his ear, licking around the lobe. She pushed her chest closer to his, reveling in the moan he emitted when she nibbled on his ear. His flesh rose with goosebumps despite their sweating bodies. Turning his head away, he found her lips again, hands moving downwards to grab ahold of her arse and angle her upwards into his movements. She cried loudly, the tip of his cock hitting her sensitive spot, colors blending into explosive fireworks behind her eyelids.

"Gods, you like that baby?" The deep, baritone question made her clench. The drag of his cock stretching her walls caused a whine to leave her lips.

"Mmm, yes, yes Draco." Hermione gripped his shoulders, throwing her head back into the mattress.

"You like when I fuck you?" He growled against her lips, moving them to her neck.

"I—oh gods yes." She sighed but her eyes opened when she felt his rough stubble tickle her skin. She tried to ignore it but he kept rubbing it against her every time he thrusted.

"You're drenched baby, all over my cock." He whispered in her ear but she physically flinched away. Draco took it as her leaning her head back further into the mattress, an act of not knowing what to do with herself from the pleasure he was giving her. He leaned and continued kissing up her neck.

Hermione tried to ignore the sensation, tried to recenter her mind back on the orgasm that was beautifully approaching as her love whispered dirty things in her ear and fucked her with the best cock she ever had.

"Feel so good Hermione." He whispered, intentionally running his cheek alongside hers. Something that he normally would do while they had sex. She liked the feeling of his skin on hers, enjoyed the excessive softer touches even during their most rowdy and raunchy trials.

But Hermione felt a slow ick crawl up her spine, one that she couldn't get rid of. She braced her hands on his shoulders, groaning to herself that this was happening.

"Okay, stop, stop. We need to switch positions." She said with a serious tone, one much different from her panted cries a few moments ago. Draco stopped his movements immediately, hair slicked back from the sweat on his forehead and from Hermione pushing it away. Heavy and quick pants fanned over her face and he looked at her worried while pushing off to give her some space.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, seeing her shake her head with a look of guilt but also an irritated flash in her eyes.

"Your bloody beard. Or lack thereof." She mumbled and Draco looked uncertain of what she meant until it dawned on him.

"Oh." He dragged the consonant out. "Is it scratching you again? I'm sorry love." He said apologetically. Hermione sighed, scratching her nails over his chest.

"It's fine, just...not used to it yet." She said with a tight smile. Not used to it, hated it, loaded it. Whatever word to describe her utter distaste with the rough and coarse hair on his face ran through her mind. She couldn't stand the feel of it on her skin. Hermione had quickly learned that his facial hair was coarse and that the prickles made her rash and itch. She couldn't wait until November was over.

"Did you want to stop?" Draco asked, smoothing a curl that was particularly springy down from her head. Hermione shook her head.

"No can I—uh, can I get on top then?" She requested and Draco's eyes lit up. Hers almost rolled at the reaction, but in a fond way.

"Gods yes." He said, then bolted off of her to fall on his back. His eagerness was comparable to that of a randy teenager. She nearly laughed.

Hermione swung her leg over his hip, straddling him and smiling when he took hold of her sides. The greediness of his hands was always appreciated. Lifting up and taking his still erect member into her hand, she lined herself and began to lower.

"Wait, wait." Draco said and Hermione looked up, patience lessening as she wanted to finish what they started. Draco smirked, sitting up and holding her in his lap. His hands pushed her curls back, playing with the smooth strands and lightly tugging in the way that made her eyes roll back. He wanted something and when he tugged her hair like that, she was more than likely ready to do whatever he requested. "Can you turn around and ride me?"

Hermione released a breath through her lips that was swallowed by his mouth. A pressing, pleading kiss to convey the urgency of his desire.

"Please baby." He mumbled, hands sliding to grope her arse. Hermione sighed, cursing him because as much as she hated that position, she loved the attention he paid to her behind. "Please, turn around for me."

Hermione released a reluctant breath then pushed his shoulders down wearing a smug smile. Draco beamed up at her as she began turning to properly get in position.

"I love you." He said, a smile in his voice that Hermione knew was there even if she couldn't see him.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too." She replied jokingly, acting as if bringing them both pleasure in this position was truly a chore. She just hated how much work it caused, the burn in her legs often stopping her.

She gripped his cock, sunk herself down and relished the hiss she heard from behind. Draco's hands played with her arse, rubbing, groping and massaging as she scooted into a comfortable placement. Hermione finally felt centered then slowly lifted her hips up while grinding down in an elliptical motion.

Draco's eyes were glued to her arse, round with lust and amazement. The soft bounce made his heart beat wild and his balls tighten.

"Shit. You are so fucking sexy." He told her and Hermione smiled, running her hands up and down her thighs to tease her sensitive skin. Her walls began fluttering again, Draco's cock pushing her closer to the edge and she had barely restarted. The pace increased, his hands became more frenzied, looking to touch her everywhere. Hermione knew what was coming, he always did it whenever she was one top. She'd move quicker, his hands twitching with a need for something more intense then the soft touches he issued.

Slap!

"Uhh! Draco!" She cried, tossing her head back as the feeling of her skin prickling with heat from the assault his hand gave. Her hips bucked faster, pressure increasing in her stomach.

"Touch yourself." He ordered followed by another slap on her left arse cheek. The pretty pink outline of his hand on her skin caused his mind to go frantic.

Hermione reached between her legs, her hips now fastly bouncing and pushing back. Her right hand circled her clit, rubbing fast circles in tandem with her thrusts while her left hand braced his shin, allowing her to quicken the pace.

The shockwaves from her bouncing against his hips made her arse look fucking fantastic. Draco slapped her other cheek again, a heat consuming his face as he watched her fuck herself on his cock. His other hand reached up and took the messy curls into a fist, arching her back.

"Draco! Draco!" She sobbed, her fingers working the swollen nub until she was ready to explode.

"So fucking good for me. Bouncing on my cock." He groaned, tugging at her hair. The whimper she gave made him swear. He tugged a little harder. "A fucking sight. Gods Hermione, come for me."

Hermione rubbed her clit in tiny circles, the water breaking through the dam as he gave one final slap to her arse. A loud, echoing moan rang through her ears but she was unsure if she truly made the sound. Her body was vibrating with the wash of ecstasy and in the midst of it all, she barely registered Draco's own swearing, his cock swelling and the pulsing wetness buried deep inside her.

Through heightened senses, Hermione could feel Draco's fingertips rubbing up and down her hips. The motion felt sweet and soothing as she refocused on the world around her. While they both caught their breath, Draco grinned wildly as she moved off and fell down next to him. He turned his head, knowing she purposely kept her eyes close so she wouldn't also smile.

"You like that position. I don't know why you deny it." He said teasingly. Hermione huffed out a breath, arching one eyebrow at him and raising her eyelids.

"It was very beneficial for me today. Considering your face is…" She waved a hand at the beard he was trying to grow, thinking of what word she could use. "Atrocious."

Draco snorted.

"Atrocious? Atrocious?" He asked, feigning offense. "The face you say goodnight and good morning to every day is atrocious?"

"It is with that offensive and stinging monstrosity on it." She said, smiling to herself and closing her eyes once more.

Draco cuddled her into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head to not disturb her with the prickles of his growing beard.

"My girlfriend finds my face atrocious. How will I live?" He said to himself and she laughed.

"It'll be less so once you shave it off." She commented with a shrug.

"Three more weeks. It'll get better once it gets a little longer." Draco assured her and Hermione hoped he was right.

"And if it doesn't? Can I convince you to shave it off?" She asked with a snicker, reaching forward to scratch the tufts of hair on his cheek.

"Merlin no. I'm not losing this bet. Sorry love, you'll just have to find a way to deal with it." He said, kissing the top of her head before removing himself from their bed. Hermione pouted and opened her eyes, watching his naked body head into the bathroom. She groaned into the pillow, shooting daggers at the empty door frame when she heard Draco laughing at her.


"I need to ask your opinions on something." Pansy suddenly said, not looking up from her plate of sautéed asparagus.

Hermione and Ginny stopped their conversation, pausing to look at Pansy with concern since she rarely ever spoke with such seriousness. They glanced at each other, eyebrows raised, a silent conversation had between them in less than two seconds.

"Sure Parkinson." Ginny said.

She pushed the vegetables around, stalling her words. Their lunch hadn't been full of Pansy's usual chatter, indicating she was having an off day. But after two tries to ask what was wrong and a quick snap of a response that everything was fine, Ginny and Hermione left her alone. Now it seemed she was ready to speak, so they approached with as much caution and nonchalance to not irritate their newer friend.

A deep and slow inhale passed through the Slytherin's chest.

"I—" She said quietly then cleared her throat, rolling her eyes at herself before sitting up straighter and getting her words out quickly. "I want Ron to meet my mother."

Stunned into literal silence, it took five seconds to pass before Pansy finally looked up. A pinched and panicked expression on her face.

"Say something!" She shrieked. Both girls blinked and Hermione opened her mouth.

"I—that's—wow Pansy." Was all she could say.

"And…I assume you haven't told Ron your desires?" Ginny asked, unsure of the particular reasons why Pansy was having a meltdown during their lunch.

"Obviously not. We've said it to each other plenty that we like the way things are between us. It's fun, and exciting, and there's no pressure. I feel like if I bring it up to him, he'll panic and think we're moving too fast. Or that I'm pushing him too fast." She explained and Hermione had to be careful about her words of reassurance, knowing Pansy, much like Draco, was sensitive to the fact she and Ron used to date. Even if that was well over five years ago.

"I think Ron wouldn't panic. I actually think he would be very elated at the prospect of meeting your mother."

Pansy scrunched her face at Hermione's words.

"Why?" She asked, as if she was being deceived.

"Well, despite both of you saying you enjoy the way things are going, I think Ron would appreciate a sign that shows you are more serious about him." Hermione said, knowing Ron would very much be into the idea of getting more serious with Pansy, having told Hermione over lunch a few weeks ago, but not wanting to disclose too much information for the sake of Ron's wishes. Pansy squinted.

"You're his sister, what do you think?" She asked, turning to Ginny, who vigorously shook her head.

"Don't do it. Meeting your mother means you're one step closer to being with him forever. Which means we become sisters. Save us all. Don't make him meet your mother." Ginny said, lips flat and face stoic but Hermione was giggling and Pansy quirked an amused brow.

"Someone has to be the fashionable daughter in the Weasley household. Why not me?" Pansy fired back but Ginny smirked.

"Fleur takes that title." She quipped and Hermione laughed loudly at Pansy's silly glare. "You can be the most annoying daughter. You're already the most annoying anyways."

"Keep talking and I'll discuss the way Ron's tongue wrote his name on my—"

"Aht, aht, aht! Shut the fuck up, please." Ginny begged while holding her hand up. Pansy snickered, a winning smile over her features. "Fine. If you'd really like my opinion. I think my brother would jump over the fucking moon at the prospect of meeting your mother. Merlin knows why he's so infatuated with you."

Ginny reached for her drink and Pansy smirked, wanting to torture the girl a bit more.

"It's because I suck the living—"

"One more word and I will hex you. Stinging jinx straight to your annoying little face. Try me Parkinson." She challenged and Pansy kept her mouth shut but smiled evilily nonetheless. Hermione tried to redirect the conversation.

"What brought it up, Pans?" She questioned and the girl rolled her lips into her mouth before looking annoyed.

"My mother keeps bringing up possible men that would be open to courting me. I've been avoiding it for some time now, obviously. Making excuses and all but—" She glanced between her two friends, irritated with herself for showing vulnerability about Ronald but needing to get it out in the open. "But I realized I like him. A lot. And I want my mother to see how happy I am with him."

"Aww!" Hermione grinned.

"You do have a heart!" Ginny exclaimed teasingly.

"Fuck off, both of you. That's it. That's all I wanted to say, now, can we please talk about something else?" She requested, finally taking a bite of her food.

"Well there's nothing new on my end, other than Harry leaving for an assignment next Wednesday." Ginny said with a casual shrug.

"How long is he gone again?" Hermione asked.

"Just a few days. Our anniversary is the day after he returns so I'll be getting primped and primed for our getaway holiday." She said with a bright smile, a little bit of mischief in her eyes.

"So we'll be expecting a pregnancy announcement next month then." Pansy deadpanned and Ginny laughed.

"Mm, well if his beard keeps growing in the way it has been then definitely." Ginny winked and Pansy's eyes widened with glee.

"Oh my gods! You've been turned to the bearded side! I told you!" She squealed while clapping. "Isn't it amazing?"

"Bloody hell, every time he kisses my neck I'm a puddle of melted lava. He's been unfairly using it against me." Ginny said, pretending to fan herself as if the memories of Hermione's best friend made her wet on the spot. She cringed and made a 'bleh' noise.

"Same with Weasley! His came so fast and thick but somehow so soft? I don't understand but he looks fucking hot already. I can't wait to see the rest of it grow out." Pansy said, looking like she was fantasizing about Ron.

Hermione frowned, feeling left out.

"Well lucky you two. I have half a mind to shave Draco's stubble off myself." She grimaced and Pansy chuckled.

"Draco has never been able to grow facial hair. I'm a bit surprised he made it the first week."

"Yes, well. He might not make it to the second week." She said then went into a rant. "I just hate the way it feels. If he kisses my neck it almost hurts and causes a rash. I used to love to feel his skin….erm…between my, whatever—shut up Pansy don't look at me like that—but now I just don't want him anyway near my skin with his face."

Ginny ignored the giggling Pansy.

"Give it another week. Or see if a hair growing potion would help. You may end up liking it. I love Harry's. He looks so handsome and rugged. And in his Auror robes? Oh Merlin." Ginny said, shaking her head at her bombshell of a partner.

"And I love Ron's facial hair. I'm going to try and convince him to keep a beard year round." Pansy cut in then added, "I don't even feel bad for you Granger. If you can convince Draco to shave it off, that just means more money in my pocket."

"Like you need any." Ginny mumbled, but the Slytherin ignored it.

"I do think Draco would look good with a beard if he could grow it out. Maybe age him a bit?" Pansy suggested.

"Just because you have a thing for dilfs does not mean I do, Pans." Hermione said, half joking, half serious. Pansy rolled her eyes.

"Listen to Ginny. Some more time and you'll fall in love. And possibly start liking the way it feels on your neck."

Ginny's eyes lit up.

"Or your shoulders."

"Or your stomach." Pansy continued.

"Thighs. Ugh gods, stubble rubbing on your thighs!" Ginny grinned, rolling her eyes back a bit.

"Best is just between your arse." Pansy said but Hermione and Ginny both looked at her with wild and wide stares completely silent as they processed her words.

"What?" They both asked and Pansy raised her eyebrows as if it were obvious.

"Between the arse? Hello? When he's giving oral from behind? And he goes a little higher? To your…other entry? And you feel his beard and your—No? Ginny? No? What the bloody hell? Really? You've both never—really?" Her questions got progressively louder and Hermione felt herself blush. Ginny uncomfortably laughed.

"Ladies, I promise you. Game. Changer. Especially with a beard." Pansy sipped her water, acting like the little bit of information she just revealed had made her the better woman out of the three. Hermione shared a look with Ginny before looking back to Pansy who continued smirking. "Take my word for it and just try it next time you decide to get down and dirty. It'll be worth it."


A/N: sORRY for the late update! Been a long day! Let me know what you think and thank you for the support so far!