A/N: This was originally posted on ao3 as part of the Upon My Magic collection for bookishteddy's birthday and wedding. Thank you to aureliandreams for inviting me to be part of this collection. And for listening to me flail about dramione sex at 3am. Thanks to everyone on the AWC discord server (especially Maddie who was also subjected to 3am flailing) for being such great writing buddies and for sprinting along with me as I finished this (even you Ashlyn! though you didn't know that this is what I was sprinting on while you were there mwahaha).
And of course, thank you to my ride or die beta starkidsftw for editing this even though, this time, you were neither on a plane nor a boat. I feel very fortunate every time you agree to take time to make my writing better.
This work includes embedded NSFW artwork on ao3 so please look away if that's not something you want to see or if you're not 18+! And if you want to see the art, please check it out on ao3. It features art by the talented LunaP999 and is listed under the same title and username.
"Draco, it's a drink. It's not an activity."
"Hermione, it's my honeymoon."
"Actually it's our honeymoon."
"But it's my birthday."
"Oh honestly."
In the early morning sunlight on June 5th, a mere three days after their wedding, Draco and Hermione Granger-Malfoy crept out of the hotel room at the luxurious Grecian resort and walked—at Hermione's insistence—down to the nearby beach.
"Why are we walking again, Granger? Don't you think what we're planning will be enough physical activity as is?"
Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes as they trekked down the pavement. "It's beautiful at this time of day. No one's around, the temperature is perfect, and look at that sun."
It was breathtaking; the orange and pink rays casting a cinematic glow over the houses nearby, soft clouds diffusing the harshest light.
Their sandals thwapped against the stone as they walked in otherwise companionable silence, the scent of the sea-breeze growing stronger as they neared the water.
When they reached the sea wall, Draco leapt down first, turning to grasp Hermione's waist as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He helped her safely down the wall and onto the sand, bending to place a kiss on her lips. Pulling her in against his body, spreading his fingers along her waist.
She pulled back after a few moments and said breathily, "Draco, we've barely made it to the beach."
The corner of his mouth pulled up. "I know."
She grasped his hand, interlacing their fingers. "Come on, I want to swim with you first."
Draco allowed himself to be pulled forward towards the water with an audible sigh as he cast his eyes up towards the drifting clouds.
It made her laugh, and her amber eyes glinted in the rising sunlight. "Haven't you ever heard of delayed gratification, Malfoy?"
"I waited fifteen years for this, Granger, I think we've delayed enough."
Their toes pressed into the wet sand as the ocean kissed their ankles in a rhythmic push and pull.
"Fifteen, huh?" She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a white bikini top underneath.
"Yes," he said, following suit and pulling off the floral t-shirt she had helped him purchase at the muggle shop on the boardwalk. She laughed when he picked it up, but he was quite keen on it. It brought out his eyes.
"First there was the insufferable seven years at Hogwarts in which I could not understand why this bushy-haired swot took up so much space in my brain. Then there were the three years you dated Weasley after that—not your finest hour, love." He held up his fingers as he counted off the next items on the list. "Then the two years working together at the Ministry that involved not being your friend, being your friend, wanting to be more than your friend, and realizing I had been in love with you for years. That was quite stressful on me." Hermione snorted gracelessly, but gestured for him to continue. "Then finally my birthday party three years ago when you realized I was already half in love with you. And then the last few years of utter bliss together, which somehow, quite impossibly, has yet to involve this activity."
She bit her cheek, trying and failing to hide a smile, her eyebrows in the air in false shock. "We've had sex, Draco."
"Not on the beach, Granger."
By the time he had finished his speech about how painfully long he'd been waiting to make her his wife and do what lovers do on a sandy beach, Hermione was in nothing more than the skimpiest white bikini set. Draco stood similarly stripped down in only his trunks.
He eyed his wife appreciatively. "You look damn good, Mrs. Granger-Malfoy."
She blushed—she always did at his praise. "Just wait till you see it wet," she replied, winking at him.
Draco groaned, playfully chasing Hermione into the waves.
They swam and floated and dove, with the assistance of the bubble head charm. Each had cast it upon themselves and then allowed their bodies to sink slightly, viewing the clear, expansive waters from within.
Draco loved seeing her like this. She was joy personified, watching the sea creatures move around them; swimming to coral reefs; lying on the shallow part of the ocean floor to look up at the way the sun broke through the water.
Lying next to her on the sands underneath the crystalline sea, Draco ran his hand along her curves.
She was perfect.
The way her long buoyant curls escaped the charmed space around her head and floated through the water. How the light danced along her smooth skin, freckled in places only he got to see. The chill in the water making her dusty rose nipples hard beneath her top.
He groaned inside his bubble head sphere and then laughed at the way it echoed. She looked over at him, bemused, a curious expression on her face.
He rolled onto his side, moving his hand from her waist up under her bikini top until he was cupping her breast. And squeezed.
Her head tilted back, spine arching involuntarily to press her further into his hand. He snaked his other hand behind her, the gap allowing him to reach the tie of her suit, and pulled. The skimpy piece of material floated away and neither of them could be bothered to care as he tweaked her nipple just the way she liked.
Watching her pant inside the charmed sphere could have been silly, it could have seemed ridiculous, and in a way it was, but it was also agonizingly sexy. To see her body respond to him as he touched her in this new way, the water's ripples adding a novel sensation every time his hands moved over her.
He traced her skin until he reached the strings holding together the bottom of her bikini and pulled. She opened further to him, lifting her hips in search of his touch. He didn't disappoint, trailing his fingers through the soft, small patch of curls she kept just for him to grasp; pressing the heel of his hand against the bundle of nerves that sent rolling pleasure through her body.
He heard her moan inside her pocket of air; it must have reverberated because her eyes popped open and she looked at him in sudden understanding and laughed. Her laugh quickly became a gasp as he dipped his fingers lower and slid one inside her hot center.
She was hot and slick around his finger; he focused on curling against the spongy, sensitive tissue instead of thrusting to avoid the water diluting her arousal. She reached out for her with her eyes closed; he grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. Her fingers trailed down over the planes of his chest until she reached his waistband. With an impressive bit of wandless magic, considering she was distracted, not looking at him, and in the middle of being teased by her new husband, Hermione vanished Draco's swim trunks.
He looked down as her small hand closed around him and he gasped. He was harder than he thought he could be underwater, especially given the temperature, but she was heating him to his core. She stroked him slowly, gripping firmly to move along his length. He ached for her to tease him, brush her fingers along the base of his cock, take him into her mouth and flick her tongue against the head. The water, at first sensual and enticing, was now frustrating.
He looked at her and gestured towards the surface. She nodded, allowing him to pull her up from the sea floor so that they could push off towards the direction of the sunlight.
Hand in hand they kicked, moving higher, until they broke through the surface and breathed the salty air. Draco pulled Hermione towards him, kissing her deeply as they treaded water.
No need for words, they swam for the shore. Pulling themselves on to the sand, still naked, Hermione glanced around. Miraculously, there was no one else in sight. Hermione looked at Draco and raised one eyebrow.
"Muggle repelling charm," he said with a mischievous smirk. "Can't have everyone watching now can we, Granger."
She tilted her head coyly, and said, "Oh I don't know. That sounds kind of fun, if you ask me."
He grabbed her waist with a growl, pulling her flush against the length of his body. Every soft curve pressed against his lean frame. Her breath ghosted along his collar bone.
He pressed his fingers into her hips and pulled her down to the sand with him. She kneeled over his lap as he braced his palms against the sand.
She looked in his eyes as she lined him up with her slick folds. They didn't have to speak; this was as natural to them as breathing. She held his gaze as she sank down onto his length.
His own eyes shut and he leaned into her chest, relishing the feeling of her wrapped around him. It was bliss. Their bodies fit together in a way that just felt right...more right than anything he'd ever felt in his life.
Draco watched as his witch braced her hands against his shoulders and moved up and down, sliding along his cock, dragging out their sweet, delicious friction with her slow, steady pace. She would take her pleasure from him and he was all too happy to let her have it.
Her face became tight and relaxed all at once. Eyebrows scrunched, but mouth hanging open. She was chasing something; he could tell when she stopped raising up and down and started rocking back and forth in his lap. He felt it too—that spot where he loved to rub against her walls and bring her over the edge. And now he would get to do that with her every day for the rest of their lives. The thought was so heady he almost came; who knew a man could come from mental euphoria?
She wrapped her arms around his chest, head on his shoulder, as she started to rock faster and faster.
"Draco."
He brought one arm up around her, holding her tight to him as she rocked and he thrust and she shattered around him, sending him over the edge as he followed her with a groan—filling her.
Mine.
"Good girl, Granger," he murmured, kissing her ear as he ran his hand over her wet curls.
She hummed, a happy, satisfied sound, and lifted her head to look at him. Her high was apparent in her glazed eyes.
She took his face between her hands, reverently looking at the man she had committed her life to. All of her lives to.
I love you wasn't even necessary. They both knew.
She leaned forward and kissed him gently, one hand on his neck, the other in his hair.
Draco had never known love like this before Hermione.
It was the best birthday present he ever could have asked for.
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