"Have you asked him yet?" Pansy interrogated as soon as Hermione came through the floo. She rolled her eyes as she shucked off her shoes and took the glass of wine from her hands. Sitting down, Hermione raised her eyebrows and pretended to not hear her.
"Where's Ginny?" She questioned.
"Trying on her next dress for holiday. Now. Have you asked him yet?" Pansy persisted and Hermione took a small sip of her wine.
"I don't know wh—"
"Rubbish. His beard must be long enough to start feeling good. So have you asked him yet to, you know, eat from behind?"
"Merlin Pansy—"
"I will not apologize for being genuinely concerned for you sex life. But seeing the reaction, I'll take it as a no." Pansy replied knowingly and Hermione stayed silent.
Of course she hadn't asked Draco to do that. It was…a bit out of her comfort zone. Her and Draco by no means had a vanilla sex life and more often times that not he was the one that was willing to explore, asking her if she liked certain things or wanted to try new things. It's not that she thinks Draco would be opposed, but Hermione didn't think she'd be into it. There was too much to think and worry about, it would most likely prevent her from even attempting to enjoy it.
"Honestly Granger. You'd think that after all these years of this bizarre acquaintance that I would now start giving you bad sex advice? Pft. Don't insult me." Pansy said over the top of her wine glass and before Hermione could speak, Ginny walked through the hallway showing off her dress.
"Ooooh La La!" Pansy cheered with excited eyes.
"Beautiful Gin!" Hermione complimented and Ginny smiled, twirling the sheer dress around.
"Thanks! It's obviously a bathing suit cover but this is probably the most scandalous thing I've packed." She said while twirling, her black bathing suit showing underneath the gold shimmering dress.
"You mean…you're not packing lingerie?" Pansy asked and Ginny laughed and sat down, grabbing her glass.
"I meant the most scandalous thing that other people will see me in. The lingerie isn't that scandalous since it's for Harry's eyes only." She explained and Pansy sighed in relief.
"Good. If the goal is to get pregnant then I don't think Potter will have any trouble getting it up for you if he sees you in those little numbers you showed me." Pansy said offhandedly.
Ginny smiled into her wine glass and kept silent. Hermione and Pansy both looked at her grinning then sent each other a look. The air filled with growing anticipation and once Ginny finally met their eyes, she couldn't contain her giggle.
"You're trying!?" Hermione shrieked, breaking the silence.
"Sort of? I haven't taken a contraception potion in over three months and this upcoming holiday will be filled with, well, lots of alone time." Ginny said with a giggle.
"Oh my gods!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's wonderful Gin! I wish you all the luck."
"With the way Potter looks with his beard she won't need it." Pansy said with a smirk and Ginny quirked her eyebrows in confusion.
"Did you just compliment my husband?" Ginny asked, then shook her head and waved her hands in front of her. "Wait wait. Did you just call 'Scarhead' Potter attractive?"
Pansy crossed her arms and shrugged. "Any other day he would be a zero out of ten. But since he's grown out the beard, I don't know, he seems to have improved his looks a bit."
"True. His beard may or may not be the reason we have had more sex as of late. Gods I can't wait for him to come home." Ginny said, and Hermione recalled the last time she saw Harry before he left. She supposed he did look a little more grown, more manly. His beard shaped his face well and it suited him.
"You leave tomorrow right?" Hermione asked.
"Portkey set to leave at noon." Ginny confirmed.
"Gods I'm so jealous. I'd love a nice holiday somewhere warm. Maybe I could convince Ronald to take a trip with me this New Years." Pansy said absentmindedly.
"And miss Narcissa Malfoy's New Year's Eve celebration? Isn't that usually the time you try and sell new artwork to her? When she's tipsy off champagne?" Hermione questioned and Pansy sighed.
"Yes typically, she's always keen on buying new artwork to ring in the new year. Shame. But I'd much rather prefer—"
"Mrs. Ginny Potter?" A voice from the floo made the girls jolt. Ginny sprung from the sofa and walked over to the fireplace for the random floo call.
"Hello, yes I'm here." Ginny said confused, peering worriedly over her shoulder at Hermione and Pansy.
"Hi Mrs. Potter. This is Healer Tellenson from St. Mungo's. Your husband is here—"
"Harry? Is he okay? What happened?" Ginny rushed out in a panic.
"Yes He's fine ma'am. He received a minor injury but it is hospital policy he be escorted home by one of his emergency contacts. He's on the seventh floor of room three ten." The head in the fireplace said.
"Okay thank you. I'll be there in five minutes." Ginny said, standing up as the call ended. Pansy and Hermione were already stood, putting on their shoes to head home.
"Let us know if everything's okay." Hermione said, giving her a hug. "And have fun on your trip."
Ginny squeezed her back.
"Oh thank you. I'll let you know what his little reckless arse did this time." She replied and Pansy snorted.
"Hopefully he didn't injure any of his baby-making parts. That would put a massive damper on the anniversary trip." She commented and Ginny's eyes widened.
"Oh gods, you're right. I need to leave right now." She said then dashed out of the room.
Hermione laughed and grabbed the floo powder.
"Think about what I said Granger." Pansy said, wearing a devilish smirk as Hermione held out her hand. She simply rolled her eyes then shouted her home address.
Draco was laying on the couch, reading glasses on, book in hands, Crookshanks snoozing on his lap as he heard the floo go off. The fluffy cat looked bored over the sudden noise before readjusting his sleeping potion. Draco pet his ears then watched his girlfriend stroll into their living room.
"Hey, that was quick. You were gone for barely ten minutes." Draco said as she strolled to the end of the couch where his feet stretched. She carefully picked his legs up and sat down, letting his calves and feet rest in her lap.
"Ginny got a floo call from St. Mungo's. Apparently Harry got into an accident and Ginny has to escort him home." She said, petting Crookshanks who began purring. Draco put the book on the table.
"Is it serious?" He asked.
"No, the Healer sounded very calm and if he can go home now I doubt it's anything bad." She said looking up at him. Her fingers stopped moving against the fluffy fur, Draco caught her change in expression and smirked a bit confused.
"What?" He asked with a laugh.
"Nothing I—" She said with her own laugh, unable to keep a straight face. "You look very…smart right now."
Draco chuckled while raising his eyebrows.
"Smart? Is that it?" He teased, reaching his hand forward to grab her wrist and place a kiss on her hand.
"I'm a fan of your reading glasses, you know that. But, I don't know, I didn't realize how well it pairs with your growing beard." She admitted, cheeks flushing a bit. Draco grinned, purposely rubbing his growing beard on the back of her palm. It scratched and tickled, a far better feeling than the prickles from last week.
"Ah, not so atrocious anymore?" He joked and she rolled her eyes. Draco kicked his legs off her, swinging them to the ground, making Crookshanks grumble and scatter off his lap. He pulled at her hips, sliding her closer and hooking a leg with hers. She circled one arm over his shoulder then laced her fingers together. Draco brought one hand up to her chin and sweetly kissed her.
"Not really no." Hermione kissed him again, her stomach fluttering when he pulled her closer again. Draco's lips kissed over her cheek, her jaw then made its way to her neck, lightly kissing the spot that always made her sigh. "Feels kinda…nice actually."
"What was that?" Draco mumbled against her neck, increasing the suction. "Nice?"
She smiled, actually understanding why Pansy and Ginny went wild for their significant other's beards. Draco's beard was still rather short, but the coarse stubble switched into fluffy wisps. The hairs licked over her skin causing her to shiver when he breathed on the wet spots he made with his mouth
"Mhm." She reaffirmed, sliding her bum over his thigh. His hand slowly moved down to grip her arse as his mouth massaged her neck. Little gasps and delicate moans left her mouth. Her hand slid upwards, finding his hair and tugging until she earned a grunt from him.
"Does this feel nice?" He lowly asked as he took a hand and pushed it under her shirt, his fingers sliding under her bra to palm her breast and tweak her nipple.
"Yes." She sighed, leaning down to kiss his ear. Draco grinned, pulling her body so she straddled his one thigh. He leaned further into the couch, widening his legs until she was seated comfortably on him. He pushed his leg up the same time she rolled her hips forward, her eyes squeezing shut as she moaned.
"And does that?" He asked, eyes glowing at her reactions.
Hermione responded by kissing him hard, tongues and groans mixing together. She rolled her hips down, his thick, expansive thigh helping her clit move against the seam of her jeans in the most fulfilling way. Draco's hands palmed her arse, helping her thrust against him.
He happily breathed out when her fingers began scrunching up his long sleeve, but both groaned when they heard the floo fire go off and a hysterically laughing Ginny on the other end of the call.
"Get here now! Bring the ferret and don't say I never did anything nice for him!" Was all Ginny said, giggling loudly over the silence of their home.
Through their panting, Hermione looked down at Draco as she began to get off him. His hands tightened and he raised his eyebrows at her.
"Do we really need to go?" He questioned, a pout in his tone.
"You heard Ginny." Hermione sighed, pushing some of his hair away from his pink cheeks. "Sounds like something good so we should go see."
Hermione got off him, holding his hands to get him to his feet. Draco removed his glasses, much to Hermione's dismay, and they floo'd back over to the Potter's Residence.
It was worth it. Merlin was so worth it to go back to Grimmauld Place.
Ginny was red in the face, biting her lip so hard as her shoulders shook from holding in the laugh. Harry sat on the sofa with his head down between his legs and hands over his face. Ron and Pansy were already there, looking about the same as Ginny. Draco and Hermione looked at everyone crazily, suddenly the last two people in on the joke.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked, unable to stop awkwardly laughing as everyone else in the room was. "Harry, are you alright?"
"Bloody fantastic, thanks." He grumbled sarcastically.
"Come on mate, show them." Ron encouraged but it was clearly for their benefit.
"Yes, please Potter. Let the guests get a glimpse at that handsome face." Pansy teased and Ginny was literally placing a hand over her face to stop an outburst.
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, listening to Harry as he explained what was going on.
"On the mission, I was dueling with one of our perps when I was seared from a firebolt nearby. I went into St. Mungo's after we brought them in, I had no idea how bad it was. They healed the burns but…" He trailed off.
"Bloody hell. Out with it Potter." Draco pushed, annoyed the joke hadn't been explained yet and he could have been balls deep in his witch right now.
Harry groaned then slowly lifted his head, Draco's eyes widened and Hermione's mouth parted.
"Well, this happened." Harry gestured to his face.
Hermione quietly giggled, before it grew louder and deeper in her belly, then a full on cackle was pouring from her mouth. Ginny had broken out laughing again and Ron and Pansy were falling over each other from their own hysterics.
Harry's beard was directly burnt off down the middle of his chin, his mustache completely gone, and a very large patch of hair absent from the right side of his face. He looked absolutely ridiculous and it was the funniest thing everyone had seen in a long time.
"I've seen flobberworms in better shape than you, Potter." Draco said, grinning widely. Hermione laughed harder, as did everyone in the room when Harry lifted two fingers up at the Slytherin.
"You all can fuck off. I was really into the beard and now I have to shave it off." He said sadly.
"And you have to get waxed!" Ron added with a cheesy smile. Harry shot a hex at his feet but he dodged it easily, even when laughing.
"Oh Harry! You poor thing!" Hermione said, wiping her eyes of the tears that spilled over.
"Can't you all be happy I'm alive instead of laughing at my face?" He groaned, covering his hands back over his face.
"You're annoyingly good at staying alive Potter. This however, is something I don't think I'll ever get sick of reliving in my mind." Draco said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Did someone take a picture?" Ron asked and Harry got up and sprinted into another room at the suggestion, running to obviously hide. Ginny and Ron both ran after him, shouting at him to surrender.. You could hear wrestling, a few spells being thrown at each other then Ginny telling Ron to keep him upright.
"Huh, Gryffindors can be fun." Pansy commented, making Draco chuckle and Hermione roll her eyes playfully. They listened to more rustling, Ginny proudly exclaiming she found a camera then Ron releasing the body bind from Harry. More shouting, more running, Ginny waving the picture in the air as she ducked behind Draco and Hermione once she came back to the room.
"Ginerva I will divorce you if you don't give me that right now!" Harry threatened but Ginny scowled at him from behind the gap of Draco and Hermione's arms.
"I'll kill you first and make sure the boy who lived will be no more." She threatened back.
"Hey Harry." Ron said from behind and as soon as Harry turned, Ron snapped a picture. Harry straightened, fury rising in his eyes before he took a single breath.
"I fucking hate all of you." He calmly said, making Ron laugh extremely loud. "I'm shaving it off right now. Fuck it!" He shouted as he walked away to the bathroom. Pansy giggled and took the picture from Ron, admiring it fondly.
"Ah this was such a good night. Thank you Ginny for sharing. This may have been the nicest thing you've ever done." Draco said, then grabbed Hermione's hand. "Make copies for us will ya?"
"It'll be framed." Ron said, he and Pansy were still giggling.
"I'll put it on this year's Christmas card." Ginny assured.
"Perfect. Goodnight Weasley's." Draco said, ushering he and Hermione back to the fireplace.
"Not a Weasley!" Both Pansy and Ginny shouted, making Draco and Hermione laugh together.
They tumbled back into the sofa, both chuckling over what they just saw, making comments about Harry's appearance. Hermione made an exception to give Draco an extra ten minutes to tease him.
"I may even send Ginny a nice thank you note and a box of her favorite sweets from Honeyduke's tomorrow." Draco said, playing with the soft ends of Hermione's curls. They were facing each other on the sofa, Hermione's legs under her bum, Draco's one leg tucked under his. Her hand rested on his thigh, scratching and drawing lazy patterns over his trousers.
"Kinda feel bad for Harry. He finishes another successful assignment and it's overshadowed by his insanely disrupted face." Hermione grinned, leaning her elbow on the back of the couch. Draco snorted.
"He'll save the day once more so who really cares what he accomplished." Draco said but Hermione knew the jab was lighthearted. "Should we really be giving him credit? Anyone could have done what he did."
That comment made Hermione wrinkle her nose.
"I largely disagree. There are people not quite in-tune to their senses as Harry is. Call it paranoia but Harry always seems to know when something is going wrong." Hermione defended while Draco's fingers uncoiled a curl straight then watched it spring back up to it's normal length.
"Potter is just lucky. Always has been, always will be." He replied, an argument he has made multiple previous times.
"Are you jealous because he's more lucky than you?" Hermione questioned and the words were taken as something entirely different than what she meant. Draco's eyes flickered up to hers, a sinister smile stretching over his features and she immediately knew she should have paid better attention to her sentence selection.
"I'm luckier than Potter will ever be." He said and she shook her head at his cheesy statement. Draco sat up straighter, winding his hand through the thick mass of curls, fingertips stroking her scalp. He hovered his mouth just above hers, gray and brown eyes waiting for the other to move. The air thick around them with tension, all playfulness gone. His moved downwards to her lips, his head moving forward just barely. "I'm feeling quite lucky right now actually."
"You sure?" She replied cheekily. His fingers involuntarily tightened around her hair. Her eyelids floated close.
"Yes. Would you like to know why?" He whispered, the smell of his breath floating into her mouth, making her salivate. Hermione tilted her head upwards, liking when he crowded her space. His lips were right there, she could close the distance herself, but she preferred when Draco charged forward, claiming her mouth as it's rightful owner.
"Why?" She whimpered when his hand skirted down to squeeze her thigh. Draco grinned.
"Because, as Head Auror, I believe I just found the criminal that stole all the precious jewels from my family's vault." He said and Hermione's eyes flew open. Mind totally confused and fumbling over the random statements.
"Wha—"
"And I'm going to have to search her body, up against the wall, to see if she has any diamonds…hidden…anywhere else." He cut her off, raising a brow asking if she understood what he was doing. It only took another second before Hermione comprehended he wanted to roleplay. Something they had only joked about previously and often tabled the conversation for another time. But he jumped into it naturally and she was not going to mess up this opportunity. Especially since the scene he chose was one she had often fantasized about.
Her eyes glinted with a dangerous excitement. She detangled herself out of his embrace, heading to the opposite side of the sofa before standing, already fully into character.
"I have them hidden everywhere. I doubt you can find them." Hermione replied, calling over her shoulder as Draco stood to stalk her.
"Don't doubt the exploration skills of Head Auror, Miss Granger." Draco's voice had deepened tremendously, and his eyes didn't miss the way her body shivered as he neared her.
"You'll have to catch me first." She said defiantly, spinning on her heel and making it two steps before strong arms wrapped around her waist. Her stomach ignited with heat when she was forcefully pushed up against the wall, back pressed to his front and he somehow got both her hands in one of his, pinning them above her head.
"What was that now?" He asked, pushing his body into hers, making her struggle for solid gasps of air. Her breath coming in pants already.
"Prick." She spat out, just as he casted a spell to bring her wrists together in rope. She tried to push against him, but a deep growl and a firm grip on her hips kept her still.
"Such a mouthy thing aren't ya? Won't be like that once I take you to Azkaban." Draco said, collecting her hair and throwing it over one shoulder. His face was right at her ear, his hair tickling her lobe and another shiver ran through her.
"I'll kill you." She threatened and Draco chuckled.
"We'll have time for that after, baby, but first, I need to reclaim my family jewels. Let's begin shall we?"
Draco's hands slowly moved upwards, over her clothes, from her hips to her hanging arms. Even the briefest of touches made her legs clench together.
"Hm. Don't feel anything yet." He mumbled, dropping his forehead down onto her shoulder as his palms slid back down her arms , coming around to her stomach.
Hermione couldn't prevent her squirming. Draco was half hard and rutting his hips against her bum every few seconds as he continued his search and seizure. Her nipples were hard and the muscles at her navel clenched when his fingertips finally brushed under her shirt.
"Maybe we need to do a deeper inspection." He breathed hotly into her neck.
"They're hidden in the deepest crevices. I'll never give them up." Hermione continued into her role, but her voice was already quieter, whimpering. She felt a smirk tug at his cheeks when his hands moved up her stomach and under her bra.
"I'll just have to look harder." He said, lips staying by her ear but never moving to kiss her. Hermione arched into him as his hands massaged her breasts. "Mm, what are these? I need a closer look."
Draco let go of one of her tits and brought his wand to her clothes, mumbling a spell they learned together that made her clothes rip and tatter to mere piles of material shreds on the floor. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, but welcomed the warmth of his body when he retook his place behind her.
"Ah no. Nothing. Just a pair of breathtaking tits." He groaned when she lifted her arse up and down, rubbing his now fully erect member as he played and twisted her nipples. She was desperate to be touched, properly touched.
He grabbed her hips and spun her around, Hermione gasping as her back thudded against the wall. Draco's stare appeared to be cold, but his eyes were on fire, dark with lust and want. He pinned her hips to the wall with his own, dropped his forehead back onto her shoulder and let his hands groped her arse. Hermione's hands fell over his head, resting comfortably around his shoulders, still bound together.
"Still nothing. You are remarkable at hiding things." He commented and Hermione felt herself blush at the next words coming from her mouth.
"I can easily conceal things in my mouth. You should check there." She mumbled, making Draco's head lift up as he continued grabbing her arse.
"Oh?" He replied, a bit dazed. Hermione nodded.
"Yes. I can show you? Only if you promise to get my sentence reduced, Auror Malfoy." She said, blinking up at him through her eyelashes.
"You're not in the position to be making deals baby." He chuckled, but lifted her hands off him as he reached down to free his cock. "I'll think about it. After you show me how well you can use that mouth."
Hermione's cheeks were on fire, her center clenching at the air, needing something to fill it. She slowly lowered to her knees, completely naked in front of him all while keeping her stare on his eyes. She felt his cock hit her stomach, then her tits before lighting bobbing under her chin. Hermione broke contact and lifted her head down to take the head into her lips.
"Give me your hands Miss Granger." He commanded and Hermione leaned back to lift her hands back up to him, much like an offering. Draco took her wrapped hands and held them against his chest.
Hermione adjusted her head to take him back in her mouth, sighing when the hot and heavy heat of him hit her tongue. She swirled her tongue over him, trying to coat as much of her salvia down his shaft before moving.
She slowly worked her mouth down his cock, letting her throat adjust to his size, before moving at a steady pace. Her tongue would trail her movements, getting him lubricated before she'd swallow him whole again. Draco watched with low eyes, seeing her cheeks hollow over him as she pulled back, watching her throat widen when she pushed her head all the way forward until she gagged.
"Oh fuck." Draco reached down and grabbed her curls "I'll take five years off your sentence if you let me fuck your mouth."
Hermione moaned around him, drool sliding down him. She nodded with her mouth full, her cunt tightening at his words. The grasp in her hair was a steady burn, one she welcomed. He took a step forward and slowly rocked his cock down her throat, eyes tightened anytime she lightly gagged or her throat clenched around him.
"Oh my fucking god." He groaned when she looked up. Her eyes misty with tears and her throat moving as he entered her. Hermione relaxed, trying to breathe normally through her nose as he fucked her like this.. When she began bobbing her head with his thrusts, quickening the pace, she heard Draco moan louder, signaling his end.
"Shit yes. Look at you, whoring yourself for an Auror." He said, pushing her head down particularly far. Hermione wasn't expecting it, she gagged hard and he pulled out of her immediately, eyes alight with fire when trails of her spit were hanging from her lips to his cock.
Draco lifted under her armpits, getting her to her feet and holding her against the wall again. Kissing at her neck as she caught her breath.
"You can't distract me from my search." He mumbled, still going and she smiled as he lowered himself to his knees. Her chest was heaving air, slightly disoriented from the change of action. "There's one place I haven't looked."
Draco's hands rubbed up and down her thighs, lifting one of her legs to hang over his shoulder. He sent her a smirk, one that made her rut her hips forward.
"This looks promising." He mumbled as his mouth connected with her cunt, licking through her folds. His tongue paved down to her entryway, lapping at the obscene amount of wetness and humming thoughtfully between her legs. Hermione groaned, the hair on his cheeks rubbing into her thighs, making her extra sensitive.
"Ah yes. I was right. Here are the rubies." He said, taking one finger and pushing it inside her. Hermione moaned, her hands tangled into his hair, back arched off the wall as he curled one finger against her spot the same time he added a second finger. "Here are the emeralds."
"Yes, Gods, yes." She chanted, grinding her hips into his palm as he thrusted his fingers. Draco licked at her when his fingers were almost completely removed, then slowly made his way up to her throbbing clit.
"And I found my prized diamond." He said, circling his tongue around her clit before harshly flicking it.
Her head hit the wall, hands desperately clinging to the silkiness of his hair as she cried and rode his tongue and fingers. The wet sounds of his digits thrusting into her made her thighs tense up.
"Oh! I'm—I'm—" She cried, sighing with relief when his free hand reached up to her chest, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Her body was buzzing, skin hot and mouth hanging open as she let her loud and unabashed cries fill their living room.
Draco's fingers felt her channel tighten and he knew she was seconds away from coming. His tongue quickened its pace over her clit, his chest vibrating with a moan.
"Let go. Give me what's mine." He growled and attacked her clit once more. Hermione's brain stopped working, the only thing she understood was the feel of his textured tongue rubbing over her swollen nub and his fingers touching her g spot. She cried out, hips violently clashing against him as she came hard. The shockwaves of pleasure rolling through her intensified when he didn't stop.
"Dra—I c-can't—" She tried to say but stopped her.
"There are sapphires missing Miss Granger. Give it to me now and I'll take an additional two years off." He said with an amused look. Hermione panted hard, her legs weak and tired from holding herself up through an orgasm. Draco sucked on her clit, making her jolt forward with an almost pained expression.
"I—No more. I have no more." She sobbed, the pleasure dancing with almost intense discomfort as he continued to assault her clit with his lips and tongue.
"I think you do." He challenged, thankfully rising to his feet and turning her back around. Her cheek laid against the cool wall, arse automatically perching higher to receive him. "If you give them to me freely, I'll take another three years off."
He whispered into her ear as he pushed the head of his cock into her opening. Hermione was a withering mess, unsure if she was speaking coherent sentences.
"Yes—take it. Take them, take me. Please Auror Malfoy!" She begged, barely finishing his name before he slid into her, stretching her walls to the point of delicious delirium.
He wasted no time in taking her hard and fast, arse slapping off his hips. He took a hand around her throat, bending her back into him as he kissed her for the first time all night. But rather instead of a kiss, his tongue fucked her mouth, sucking and roaming freely, claiming every inch he could find.
"You've been so fucking bad Miss Granger." He groaned when she bit his lip, pulling it back with a snap.
"Yes Auror Malfoy." She agreed, lost in the pleasure. Draco tightened his hold on her throat, making her gasp. The hand steadying her hip began to dig into her skin, nails breaking just the surface.
"So fucking bad and I still get what's mine." His voice was so low, so deep it didn't even sound like him for a moment. Hermione blinked her eyes open as he rubbed his cheek into hers. She was lost, stunned that this was her Draco, her boyfriend. The rugged sound of his voice and the scratchy feeling of his beard into her flushed skin. He felt entirely different and she darkly enjoyed it.
"Gods please Auror Malfoy. Let me walk free." She begged, rising on her tiptoes as her climax swelled. She could feel him grow bigger, knowing they only had seconds left.
"Only if I get to come in you." He panted into her skin and Hermione cried out.
"Yes, yes! Come in me, please, please fill me!"
"Oh fucking hell." His hand frantically found her clit, rubbing the nub until high pitched moans and chants released from her throat.
Hermione pushed her hips back, bouncing off of him for three thrusts, listening to the low groan in her ear as Draco pushed all the way into her, bracketing an arm around her hips and fusing them together as he spilled his hot seed. Her orgasm hit a second later, pulsing around him, milking him further as her cunt greedily took everything from him.
Her center was still fluttering even after he was done. His hand released her throat and his arms circled around her body. Soft and gentle lips placed kisses over her neck, back and shoulders. Her hands were magically released and they came to rest over his arms as he embraced her.
"Fuck Hermione." He said, muffling a chuckle into her neck as she continued to squeeze him, unable to stop the contractions until her body decided she was done. She smiled, scratching his forearms tiredly and leaning back into him. Sinking into his arms, letting their sweaty bodies calm down together.
"That was…surprising." She said, huffing a laugh as her breathing returned to normal. Draco was still kissing over her skin, alternating between soft pecks and gentle scratches from his beard. She relished in the feeling, able to acknowledge it did feel soothing right now.
"Was that okay?" He asked. "I know we said we would discuss a scene, but I don't know, the moment felt right." He shrugged a bit.
"It was great. I-I loved it." Hermione admitted, turning around in his hold. She hugged him, her naked body pressed into his fully clothed one, a spark jolting into her belly but she was far too tired to act on it. "I'd love to do that again."
"Mm, I could be easily persuaded." He said, holding her closer.
Hermione shut her eyes and grinned. Ideas rolling through her mind as she plotted what they could try next. Pansy's suggestion was a bit distant in her thoughts, but still lingered. And with the new found appreciation for his facial hair, and the way it felt between her thighs Hermione briefly wondered if maybe Slytherin was on to something.
A/N: Happy Tuesday! Quick update for those that read my short fic 'The Last Sin,' there will be an update this Friday, life's just been all over the place so thank you for being understanding :) let me know what you all think of this so far! It's been fun to write.
