Draco woke up before Hermione and when he crept out of bed to put a kettle on, he stopped at her guest room, seeing James stir awake. The little boy sat up in bed, groggy while rubbing his eyes from sleep. Draco went inside the room, quietly greeting him as James stood up in the crib.
"Good morning." He said and James lifted his arms up to him, still clutching his blanket. Draco bent down and scooped the boy up, grinning to himself when he immediately laid his head down on his shoulder, mentally admitting to himself that was rather cute of the child.. He walked them into the kitchen, trying to place him down in his designated chair but he groaned in protest and held on tighter to Draco.
"I need to make breakfast. Aren't you hungry?" He asked, still speaking in hushed tones. James just tightened his little arm around his neck and Draco sighed with a little chuckle. "Alright let's see how this goes."
He began opening her cabinets and fridge, inspecting what ingredients he could use to make breakfast with his limited cooking skills. A carton of eggs were pulled out, then some more fruit and a loaf of bread.
"Want some eggs, James?" He asked him, feeling the boy turn his head to look down at the counter. Draco patiently waited for the boy to respond, watching his eyes dart over the supplies before he finally turned back to him.
"Pancakes." He said tiredly and with a small pout. Draco could barely make out the words since they were mumbled and a bit unintelligible from the pronunciation.
"Pancakes?" He questioned and James nodded.
"Chocolate chips." James added and Draco sighed but couldn't help but smile.
"Chocolate chip pancakes it is." He rummaged through her cabinets again, hoping to find a pre-made mix but realized he'd have to make them from scratch. James seemed more alert, waking up as Draco began piling the needed utensils for his requested breakfast. His hand reached out as he set down the container of chocolate chips. Draco looked to him then to the container, laughing a bit.
"No, no. None right now. Just in the pancakes." He told him sternly, knowing it was probably a very bad idea to feed him straight chocolate first thing in the morning.
Hermione woke up alone not long after, a bit disoriented as she pushed herself out of the bed, even more confused when she heard noises from her kitchen. She silently entered, wanting a second to take in the adorable display going on before her eyes.
Draco held James on his hip, telling him to sprinkle chocolate chips into a pan of what she assumed was pancakes cooking. He was mumbling to him about the placement.
"We'll just push that one up there, so it looks more normal." He said and James giggled. Draco hulled up upwards to get more comfortable and felt her presence. He glanced to the side, seeing Hermione's wild hair and an amused smile on her face.
"Making breakfast?" She asked, needing to clear her throat to get her morning voice to go away. It was crackly and low, Draco found it incredibly sexy. His eyes flitted down to her bare legs in the shorts she wore then back up to her face, smirking at her.
"Per James' request."
Hermione looked down at the pancake they were currently frying and made a funny face. The pancake was a smiley face, chocolate chips for the mouth and one of the eyes, but the other eye was a blueberry.
"What's this?" She questioned.
James extended his finger to point at the pancake.
"Draco!" He exclaimed excitedly and looked back to Draco with a proud expression.
He smiled at the little boy and then they both looked at Hermione. Her mouth fell open, then a slow smile spread over her features. They were just too bloody cute.
"Spot on." She complimented and raised on her tiptoes to kiss James's head. She walked over to fetch glasses for them and pulled out her container of strawberries.
"Okay and now we flip." She heard Draco tell James quietly, followed by the batter side of the pancake hitting the hot pan. "And once I'm done we'll make your face."
"Okay." She heard James agree and she smiled to herself.
Soon there were stacks of smiley pancakes. Hermione had her own, rolling her eyes when Draco loudly chuckled at her. Her's had chocolate chip eyes and a smile like normal, but there was a slew of random chocolate chips scattered at the top of the pancake with ribbons of syrup, where her hair was supposed to be. It looked horrendous.
James mumbled happily during the meal, Hermione again translating his words for Draco so the two could converse. He teased her that she could speak two languages, one being toddler babble.
"You should learn it." Hermione said with a grin while brushing off some chocolate on James' face.
"I already know three languages. I'm fine with you being an adequate interpreter for me." He grinned while focusing on James who was drowning a piece of his pancake in a puddle of syrup.
"Three? What's the other two?" She asked, throwing a strawberry in her mouth.
"French and Russian. In preparation for other schools I would have attended instead of Hogwarts. Beauxbatons was highly favored by my Mother but—"
Hermione waited patiently, seeing for the first time ever a look of uncomfortableness come over his face. He was never really unsure, or awkward, the memory had clearly drudged up some unpleasantness for him. Viewing her quickly, Draco noted her compassionate expression and decided to continue.
"My Father…pushed for me to stay at Hogwarts." He said swallowing rather harshly his last bit of food. "Seems the only reason he wanted me there was for his own…personal interests regarding the Dark Lord."
The bitterness in his words was somewhat shocking to hear. Hermione and him had never discussed more personal details of their life, especially Hogwarts for obvious reasons. Discussions mainly revolved around personal interests or work or future goals. Anytime during or before the war was left untouched.
With a deep sigh, Draco cleared his throat and suddenly chirped back up, turning all his attention away from her and back on James.
"All done little man?" He asked, casting a cleaning charm over James as he nodded with a wide smile. Draco stood up from the chair, reaching for James when he outstretched his hands for the man.
Hermione sat there with a small frown, frustrated when she wasn't sure what to say to Draco, or rather, that he had ended the conversation before she could say anything. She wanted to talk with him about deeper things, build that foundation and solidify their emotions. But now she felt as if the moment had passed and Draco regretted sharing, however brief it might have been.
Standing from the table, she collected the remaining dishes and came to Draco's side, placing them in the sink and setting them to wash. He stepped out of the way for her, focused on wiping a damp cloth over James hands and face, getting what the scourgify couldn't.
"I need to change him." Hermione said, watching as James watched Draco who focused on cleaning him. James looked so serious and Draco looked so zoned in and his little hands.
"Okay." He replied. "There, all good?" He asked the little toddler.
James studied his hands then flexed them once before lifting his head to smile at Draco.
"Yeah." He said exaggeratedly with a small shriek. Draco chuckled then turned to hand him off to Hermione.
She headed for her guest room and transfigured his crib into a changing station. Draco watched from the doorway stunned. The amount of focus that took was probably more than what she could offer, considering there was a child hanging on her hip. She laid James down and began undoing his nappy.
Hermione began softly speaking to him.
"Did you sleep well, James?" She quietly asked and Draco stepped further into the room to hear her. It was an intriguing scene.
"Yeah." He replied with a nod.
"And momma and daddy come home today. Are you excited to see them?"
James' eyes lit up at the mention of his parents.
"Daddy? When he come home?" He asked and her heart melted.
"Soon. I'm going to drop you off in a bit once we get everything cleaned okay?"
"Draco coming to say bye bye?" James asked, looking up over Hermione's shoulder once everything was fastened in place. She looked behind as well, raising her eyebrows as she finally noticed him.
"Draco will say bye bye before we leave." She promised as she stood him up on the table, then accio'd his bag. James' hands stayed on her shoulders and Hermione rummaged through the bag for fresh clothes.
Draco walked over and carefully grabbed James, making sure Hermione could focus on getting his clothes and not worry about the balance of a two year old. She slowly looked up, then half grinned.
"Thanks." She mumbled. Draco merely nodded with his own smirk.
"When do you drop him off?" He questioned himself.
"Uh...Ginny said they'd be home mid morning. So I'll probably take him over in about thirty minutes. Unless they call sooner saying they're home." She explained and took James from Draco's arms and laid him back on the table. She dressed him in a striped long white and red sleeve with black sweatpants. She grinned when he patiently held his arms up for her when she was finished.
"Would you like to come over to mine once you're finished?" Draco asked her, tone light and friendly but the insinuations of what that meant caused her cheeks to heat.
"Oh um," She replied, swiftly turning to wave her wand which conveniently packed away all of Jame's items into his overnight bag. "Well I need to shower first and—"
"Would you like me to watch James while you shower now?" He offered. Hermione's mouth parted as she looked up at him. No sentences forming. Someone was being pushy.
"Erm, well I still have to clean the living room and put away—"
"I'll take care of that." He said then reached forward for James. "Go shower, we can handle it."
He began walking out of the room and Hermione tried to stop him.
"But I—"
"You're wasting time. Go now so you don't keep me waiting after." He replied and even if she couldn't see his smile, she could definitely hear it.
She sighed and stood in place for a moment before her feet dashed rather quickly out of the room and down the hallway to the bathroom. If she really only had thirty minutes to get ready before she dropped off James then spent the day with Malfoy, she was going to have to utilize every second of it.
She scrubbed her body aggressively, carefully shaved every inch of her legs and thighs and decided to use a hair removal potion that thankfully worked in the steamy water that removed her hair from her mound and lips.
Hermione hopped out of the shower with fifteen minutes to spare. She hated that she had to rush doing her hair and even considered putting on a makeup charm or two. She wouldn't have the time, not when she had to worry about her hair.
Deciding Draco would have to suck it up and wait an extra twenty minutes on her, Hermione figured it would be best to come home after dropping James off and finish getting ready. She twirled her hair into a loose braid, still damp, still needing plenty of products to keep the curls soft and bouncy. She dressed in casual clothing then returned back to the front room.
"Watch the seeker, James. And remember to tell daddy I was better." She heard the faint conversation as she entered the room, seeing Draco sat on the ground with James in between his legs. They were watching the figurine set of two quidditch teams play, charmed to actually play.
Hermione sat down on the sofa, Draco looking up momentarily to send her a smile then brought a hand to rest around her calf. Her breathing hitched at the gesture but she soon relaxed into his hold when he started rubbing up and down over her pair of leggings.
"And also remember to tell mummy the Falcons are the best." He tried to indoctrinate the child but the toddler knew better.
"Harpies." He said looking up at Draco with a pinched expression. Hermione belted out a laugh. Draco glanced at her for a second but turned back to James.
"No, Falcons." He corrected but James pouted.
"Harpies." He said again, defending his mother and her team. Hermione chuckled again when he could barely pronounce his R's.
Draco gave the child a stern look, but it couldn't deter the two year old. He stood his ground and matched the older man's face.
"Falcons." Draco repeated.
"No Harpies! Momma's Harpies!" He firmly stated and Draco scoffed.
"Un-bloody-believable. The stubbornness of you." Draco softly scolded but clearly didn't mean it. "I found your fault James, you're impossibly loyal and I'm afraid too far gone for your own good. Shame, I was just starting to like you."
Hermione snorted as they turned their attention back on the flying figurines. It was a set of the Harpies playing the Magpies and the Harpies were charmed to win. They scored and James clapped.
"Harpies!" He cheered.
"Yeah, yeah. No one likes a sore winner." Draco said sarcastically and Hermione again chuckled loudly.
"Okay enough play time. I think we should head home James." Hermione stood to face the two boys who remained on the ground. They both peered up at her with sad and confused expressions.
"We still have at least another twenty minutes." Draco said, his expression extremely close to pouting.
"Play with Harpies." James said sadly while looking at the two teams still flying in front of him.
"You can play with them when you get home. I'm sure mummy would love to watch with you." She said and carefully sent the quidditch set back into its container. His bags were sitting on the chair across the room, all packed and ready for home.
"Come on James. Say bye to Draco." She told him and watched as James stood up and turned around. He leaned gently into Draco's chest and mumbled a soft 'bye.' Her heart warmed. "Don't forget to thank him for playing with you."
"Thank you." He mumbled and Draco smiled a bit. Bringing one warm to hold his back and keep him in the soft hug.
"You're welcome. Thank you for helping me cook this morning." He said and the little boy pulled away and grinned widely at him.
Hermione reached down and plucked his tiny body up and onto her hip. Draco then stood and helped her grab the bags, placing a feather light charm on them so they wouldn't weigh her down.
"How long will you be?" He asked her just before he was about to step foot in her floo.
"Not too long. They're home now and I don't want to hear the details of their small holiday. So twenty minutes max." She said and he nodded.
"Alright." He said with a confident smirk and her insides twisted. He swiftly bent down and kissed, keeping his face close so he could properly watch her chocolate eyes go round. "I'll be waiting."
"Bye James." He said waving while tickling his little tubby belly once. James giggled and pried Draco's fingers off him, watching as he waved then shouted his address, disappearing into the floo.
Hermione shielded James' eyes so he wouldn't go blind then quickly dashed into the floo and went to Grimmauld Place.
Hermione stepped into their living room seeing the parents huddled on their sofa. Ginny had her head in Harry's lap while Harry kicked up both feet onto the table. At the sound of the floo, they both sprung up and Ginny leaped from the couch and over to Hermione.
"There's my beautiful boy." She cooed with a wide smile as she took James from Hermione's arms. Harry greeted her and took the bags from her arms.
"How was he?" Harry asked, pinching his son's cheeks so he would giggle loudly and try to slap his father's hands away.
"Perfect as always. Though he did make a rather monstrous portrait of my hair. I looked like Medusa." Hermione commented and Ginny snorted as she rocked her son on her hip.
"Did you have fun with Auntie Hermione?" She asked him and he nodded.
"And Draco!" He exclaimed happily.
Hermione froze in horror and her eyes went wide as she stared at her snitch of a godson. Ginny and Harry both paused and looked at James before looking back to their friend.
"Draco?" Harry asked first. When it was apparent that Ginny was not going to add anything or say something smart, Hermione explained.
"He wanted to come over and ended up staying the night. He was rather good with James, I was impressed." She admitted while her face began blushing.
"So my child hung out with Malfoy for the night?" He said in disbelief, not really having any issues with the information but just stunned that it happened.
"Sort of yeah. They took a liking to each other. Even made me breakfast." Hermione said and Ginny had finally come up with something to say.
"Wait he slept over? Did you—"
"No! Gods Ginny! I'm not that irrespon—"
"Just wondering since the last time you two were together was pretty heat—"
"Oh god, please shut up, Gin." Harry begged with a sick expression.
"Yes, please shut up Ginny." Hermione echoed. "Nothing happened. He was rather distracted playing with James. Even looked a bit sad when I said we had to go." She recalled fondly.
"Huh, well add him to our list of babysitters then." Ginny said to Harry who still looked confused as to why Draco Malfoy and his son had a pleasant evening together. "Is he at yours then, waiting for you?"
Ginny asked as she returned to the couch, James cuddled into her side. Harry automatically put the bags away but continued to listen on.
"No he's at his home. I—said I would be coming over after." She told her.
"Well what are you still doing here? Get your arse over there." Ginny lifted her hand and pointed away from herself.
"I am! Excuse me for wanting a moment to say hello to you and goodbye to my godson." She said with a huff and walked over to kiss James on the cheek.
"Stalling." Ginny commented.
"I'm not stalling. Where's Harry?" She asked.
"He's in the other room. I'll tell him you said goodbye." Ginny said quickly while raising her brows in a challenging way.
"That's a bit rude—"
"Harry, your lifelong best friend, will understand." Ginny cut her off. "Go! Get laid, please for the love of Merlin. Have sex with an insanely hot wizard."
"I heard that!" Harry shouted in the other room. Hermione made a face and Ginny just rolled her eyes.
"And yet it is you I am married to and you I rode last night for ten—"
"Okay! La la la! I'm leaving, goodbye!" Hermione said loudly, turning on her heel and covering her ears.
"Tell me how it goes! Good luck!" Ginny said with a smile and Hermione only waved at her, highly unamused, before disappearing back into the green flames.
Hermione scrambled out of the floo and went into her bathroom. She began pulling out all hair potions and products, beginning the long and tedious process of taming her curls.
After getting them relatively smooth and fluffy, Hermione formed two small braids and pinned them together at the back of her head. She pulled a loose curl free and let it fall naturally over her face. She checked the time and wondered if it was worth quickly adding a beauty charm or just leaving it. Probably best to just leave it, considering she didn't want to mess it up or have it ruined should they partake in any explicit activities.
After she stared at her reflection, satisfied enough with what she saw, she took a stabling breath and proceeded to walk to her fireplace. She stood staring at the empty pit for maybe a minute or so. Her mind racing with questions of whether or not this was a smart idea.
They hadn't discussed anything truly personal about one another, this morning being the only thing she knew of Draco's private family life. Was she ready to have sex with a man who she didn't know all that emotionally deep? Could she forget about her worries and just physically enjoy herself or would her thoughts of what they were break her concentration? Should she ask him what they were before they got down to it? But then what if Draco said they were just having fun? Surely she would have to leave in an awkward and sad fashion..
Hermione entered the floo and shouted his address, hoping the answers would come to her once she stood in front of him.
They did not.
Her mind went as blank as a roll of parchment when she stepped into his home.
Draco had obviously just finished showering, because he walked into the hall, only a pair of briefs on, his hand holding a towel to his head as he dried his hair and chest still damp with droplets.
Her mouth parted as she stared, really eye fucked him, as he liked to put it. When she found his eyes, he grinned at her and threw the towel on the ground. Draco slowly advanced on her with a dark smile and was savagely on her lips in an instant.
She moaned a hum of surprise when his hand grabbed her face and held tightly onto her back but it morphed into one of pleasure when his tongue pried her mouth open and claimed her darkest corners. She brought her arms over his neck, arching her body into his.
Draco restlessly scoured her body with his hands. Everything in his touch was frantic yet purposeful. He knew how to savor while making her whimper for more. Just what he wanted. He bent down and grasped at her thighs, easily hoisting her up so her legs wrapped around his waist.
A surprised gasp left her lungs and she clung to him tightly. His eyes darted back and forth between her coffee colored eyes, filled with the loveliest specks of caramel. His jaw went slack and he backed her into the wall. A soft huff coming from her lips.
"Finally." He whispered, capturing her bottom lip and sucking purposefully. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."
Hermione wasn't able to respond, his tongue slid back into her mouth, battling hers and mixing their saliva together in a way that was anything but chaste. Her fingers wound into his hair and her head bumping into the wall when his lips assaulted her neck and collarbones. He irritatedly pulled her jumper to the side, no doubt stretching the material, and left a trail of hot, sloppy kisses all over her exposed bone.
Hermione shut her eyes and gripped his hips harder with her thighs he responded by pinning her tighter against the wall. Draco growled when he wasn't getting enough access to her skin, attempting to tug more of her jumped down, but the material scratched and stretched, not giving him enough.
In fear that he would tear her clothes, she hastily pulled him away and crossed her arms over her body to remove the article. Draco pushed them away from the wall and turned, walking a few paces down the hall until he entered them into his room.
He looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. Hermione began blushing.
"You wore the bra." He commented, eyes firmly planted on her breasts. Hermione felt herself smile at the reaction, mentally thanking herself for doing laundry yesterday and having it clean for today.
"Yes, and?" She asked, seeing Draco's eyes flicker up to her with a naughty expression. Her body was suddenly being lowered onto his familiar soft mattress. Her hair spreading onto the sheets to frame her face.
"You look fucking sexy in it." He bent down, still keeping her legs around his waist, and peered kisses over the swell of her breasts. She pushed herself forward, hungry for more of his lips. "You wear this for me?"
Hermione almost laughed.
"Who else?" It was an automatic response, one she didn't even second guess but Draco paused. He tilted his head up to meet her blushing face and sent her an arrogant smile that was specific to his personality.
"Good answer." He replied wickedly and began kissing over her covered tits. Her nippled ached and her cunt was throbbing, so she very subtly rolled her hips when Draco licked a long stripe down the valley of her chest. Her hands ran over his wide back, reveling in the warmth of his skin still hot from his shower.
Draco's fingers found the elastic of her leggings and underwear, lips hovered just above. For a second, her whole body tensed.
He sensed it immediately. On his knees, breath fanning over her stomach that was spreading with heat and desire, Hermione admitted she was very excited at the prospect. But she was debating telling him this was unnecessary and that she rather give than receive. But he misinterpreted it as hesitation.
"Do you want this?" He panted, hovering directly over her. Hermione's mouth twitched open and her eyes went wide.
"Yes." She breathed. Draco grinned and kissed her stomach softly, his plush lips caressing the skin that was now covered in goosebumps.
"Good." He moved his lips down the side of her face to her neck. "Then let me take care of you."
Hermione whimpered when his teeth nibbled at the area just about the band of her leggings. She held her breath when he rose to his knees and kept her eye contact. Large and skillful hands removed her leggings slowly, sliding them down her legs and off her feet all while the dark waves of blue and gray stared at her.
When she was bare, Draco smirked and tugged her thighs to rest over his shoulders. Palms held onto her hips and he situated himself comfortably before her soaking cunt. Hermione ran her hands down to cover his own. His eyes darted up to her.
"Watch me. Don't look away." He commanded, warm breath hitting her lips. A shudder ran through her but she still nodded.
She watched as his dark pink mouth opened, then slowly moved to her center. A gasp escaped her throat when his lips and tongue enclosed over her swollen clit. He immediately hummed in satisfaction. His dark eyelashes fanned over his face and he began passionately eating her out.
Hermione was entranced by the way his jaw opened and closed, how lost in his own pleasure he looked as his lips and tongue slid back and forth from her entrance to her clit. His fingers began digging into her legs and he pushed his face further into her core.
A bolt of pleasure coursed through her when Draco sucked harder on her clit. Her hips jerked up and thighs tried to leave the bed. But Draco made a noise of amusement while his lips remained over her sensitive clit and held her in place, seemingly incited by her reaction to work harder.
Hermione sucked in a breath, hands went to grip the sheets beside her hips and her back started lifting off the mattress.
"Oh—oh yes." She softly moaned, body heating.
Draco took one arm and slid it under her leg, fingers teasing her entrance with small circles. Shivers shockwave over her skin, Hermione was thrusting her hips up for more contact. He entered her seconds later, two fingers stretching and filling her with no resistance.
"Feel good?" Draco released only for a second to ask. His tongue resumed its assault on her clit as his thick fingers pumped her drenched pussy.
"Mmm. Gods yes." She replied, moving her hips to meet the pace of his fingers.
"That's it, good girl, keep doing that." Draco complimented, briefly kissing then biting the fleshiest part of her thighs. Hermione cried out as his fingers stroking her g spot with each thrust. He moved his other hand off her hip and pressed it down just so lightly on her navel. He hooked his fingers and returned his tongue back on her.
"M'close. So close." She told him desperately, bucking her hips into his movements, not even concerned that she could feel her arousal dampen the sheets under her. "Don't stop—"
"Taste fucking delicious." He mumbled, teeth barely scraping her clit.
Hermione shut her eyes tightly, rolling her hips as her cunt gripped him in deeper. Her walls tightened and tightened and tightened. Ready for one last move to release and give him everything. Draco swirled his tongue as fast as he could with the perfect amount of pressure.
"Keep—doing—that, oh!" Hermione cried.
Her hips halted in place, body suspended in the air as her orgasm flooded through her. She was frozen for a few seconds, then her body convulsed and spasmed in his hold. Her breath was gone, no sounds coming from her until she rode the last sensations away.
Whimpering as he still licked her clean, Hermione dazedly looked down to see his cutting stare already on her paired with a content grin.
"P-please." She requested, ushering him to stop as she pushed back at his shoulders. Draco began puckering kisses up and down her exposed pussy, loving the way she still shook when he kissed over her clit. Hermione still was clenching on air as he did it, feeling satisfied but not totally done with him.
"Draco, please come up here." She asked again, trying to get him up by the hair.
Sighing into a chuckle, Draco obliged and began crawling his way back up to her. Wiping his lips and sucking lewdly on his fingers. Hermione watched as she tried to control her breathing, eyes focused on the way his pink lips sucked on his digits.
She hesitantly brought her hand up to the one in his mouth, their eyes focused on one another. Taking his hand away and guiding it to her own mouth, she watched to see his reaction when she took those two digits and brought them into hers.
Draco's stomach twitched, his cock bouncing, already striating in his underwear. Her orchid colored lips took his fingers deep into the back of her throat. Sucking and bobbing only once, before slowly taking them out and guiding his hand into her hair.
"Can I—do the same for you, now?" She asked quietly, her cheeks flaming.
It seemed all intelligent thoughts left Draco's mind. At her request, the only noise he made was a pathetic moan followed by him immediately kissing her. Hermione gasped at the frenzied attention he was giving her, guessing that she would not be allowed to put her mouth on him at this moment.
His hands trailed all over her body, removing her bra with one twist of his fingers. He palmed her tits as he situated himself over her, quickly rising to pull his briefs down, not even bothering to fully remove them, they remained at his shins.
Draco rolled his hips, circling his tip around her entrance and burying his face into her curls. Hermione opened her legs, resting them on his back and held her breath as she waited for him to push into her. His hand was roughly teasing one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple and massaging the heavy flesh. She sighed and turned her head to kiss him but his voice stopped her.
"What did you say?" He gasped as he put the tip just barely into her soaking cunt. Hermione's legs clasped together harder. She could barely focus.
"What? About—about me wanting to—"
"Yes. What did you say?" He impatiently asked, his mouth right by her ear so she could feel his hot breath and hear his throaty voice. Her center quivered.
"I-I wanted to give you head." She replied, pushing her hips in hopes that he'd finally enter her.
"Fuck hearing you say that makes me so fucking hard." He grunted and Hermione moaned when the tip pushed inside.
"Can I?" She asked again and Draco let out a disbelieving huff. He brought his face back up to hers, melting a bit when her hands ran up and down his sides.
"Now?" He questioned with raised brows. Hermione realized how forward it sounded but she still wanted to do it.
"Erm, yes? If that's okay with you." She mumbled. Eyes unblinking and now slightly worried. She knew it may have been an odd request, but she grew addicted to the way Draco would moan or sigh. Whether it was during the times she massaged his scar or when she touched or kissed him. She enjoyed making him feel good and she wanted to do it right now.
"I won't last if you do it now." He told her, leaning his forehead on hers and pushing more of himself in.
"Well can I—" She broke off as she inhaled sharply. He was just thrusting half of himself inside her. Painstakingly slow and annoyingly not enough. It was causing her to squirm into him. He clearly enjoyed her frustration.
"Yes?" His voice was light and playful. Hermione was nearly sweating in aggravation and desperation.
"Can you finish in my mouth then?" She almost begged.
At her words, Draco lost control over himself and thrusted all the way inside her. His jaw hung open and there was a dull ringing in his ears. He could vaguely hear Hermione moaning and crying under him. Not missing a beat, he began a quick pace and pounded into her.
"Yes, fuck oh gods yes." He groaned.
Hermione's entire body was bouncing as relentlessly thrusted. Her cunt accepted him with greed and she was entirely stretched to dizzying pleasure. Shocked by the frenetic thrusts and impatient actions, Hermione tried to focus on bringing him the most satisfaction. She began sucking on his neck and running her hands over his back, arms and sides. She kept him close, wrapping her arms around him even as he fucked her into oblivion.
Draco moaned into her shoulder, eyes shutting tightly as she massaged and softly scratched his skin. So good, her touch always felt so bloody good. Always what he needed to feel better, to feel like himself.
"Could you come again?" He quickly asked, not letting her immediately answer as he swooped down to collect a kiss. She hummed, running her tongue along his and accidentally clenching on him. "Yes? No?"
"Possibly, if I got on top." She told him and he grinned. Rolling off of her, he reached for her hips and helped her straddle him.
"That's it, come here." He urged, taking her chin and leaning up to kiss her much more patiently.
The languid licks they traded caused Hermione's stomach to tremble. She sighed as he slowly lowered himself back onto the bed and reached behind her to align his cock at her entrance. Hermione placed her hands on his chest, pushing back and connecting them again.
"Fucking hell." His hands went to her hips, softly rubbing up and down. Hermione watched his eyes trail over her body, starting from where they were joined, lingering on her figure then meeting her gaze. His ears and cheeks were the same color of his scar, light pink that looked so much prettier against his pale features.
His eyes squinted into a smile, thumbs brushed the underside of her bare breasts.
"Beautiful." He said, and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. She slowly began grinding her hips, testing the feel first. She groaned, wrinkling her brow and tilting her head back ever so slightly.
Hermione moved her hips into small ellipses, grinding for her pleasure, lifting her hips for his. Soon she was sinking down further on his cock, the very end of him hitting her where she needed most. Slow and purposeful, she let the building fire in her stomach guide her pace.
Draco's hands continued to smooth over her body. Softer caresses over her breasts and stomach, making the small hairs rise
"Oh…f-fuck."
Her walls contracted, Draco let out a ragged moan and she did it unconsciously again.
"Keep going." He encouraged, taking one of her hands off his chest and guiding it between her thighs. "Show me how you like to come."
Hermione gasped when her fingers found her clit. Draco kept his hand over hers, feeling the tight circles her digits were creating, watching with lustful eyes as the witch grew closer to her end. One hand slithered up to her chest, pinching her nipple softly before increasing the pressure, trying to match her building orgasm.
"Yes, like that." She whispered, eyes shut tightly and head thrown to the sky. She bucked rapidly, impaling herself with his thick cock.
"Tight fucking cunt. I know you're close." The dirty words were spoken almost as a warning. She clenched harder.
"So-so close."
"Let me see you come."
He pinched her nipple harder, Hermione moaned louder.
"Yes." She breathed.
"Fuck–You'll be able to taste yourself when you suck me—"
"Draco!"
Hermione interrupted his dirty words with a shout, instantly coming hard and shaking through her climax. As her body convulsed above him, Draco watched with a parted mouth and blurry eyes, committing her look of pure and growing bliss to his memory.
She continued to thrust her hips, her pace slowing and turning inconsistent. Loud and sharp inhales were exiting her mouth. Very carefully, she felt Draco's hand remove hers from her clit and bring it between his lips, sucking on her fingers. She shuddered, clecnhing around him which caused him to wince.
Glowing in the aftermath, she leaned down and popped her fingers from his mouth, taking his lips for her own. Her kiss was lazy and tired, bones melted into liquid. She smiled when he hummed and brought his hands to cup her face. Words were mumbled between her kisses.
"Can I now?" She muttered, feeling his smirk.
"Absolutely." He replied and Hermione began inching her way down his body. Placing nonrhythmic kisses over his chest and stomach, running her nose along his happy trail and letting her tongue poke out every so often as she descended. Her hands went to grasp his thighs, and her stomach jumped with joy when she felt the muscles contract under her fingers.
Tossing her hair to one side, she briefly observed him. Slick with her juices, precum leaking from the tip and slowly rolling down his shaft. She appreciated his length, but more importantly, she loved his girth. Thick enough to just barely wrap her hand around him.
Draco watched through heavy eyes as her hand fisted him and gave him one long, firm stroke before her mouth engulfed him. She gave no warning, no teasing kisses or licks, just immediately forced him into her mouth. Draco's head fell back into the pillows and he let out a growling moan.
"Damn, Granger." She heard him groan and sighed when she pulled back, lips tight around him, tongue licking up the side as her hand spread her spit.
Hermione bobbed her head deeply while choosing to take it slow, letting him fill her mouth until she was struggling to breathe.
"Fuck. Just like that." He said, one hand coming to rest on the back of her head. Hermione popped him from her mouth, sliding her tongue all the way down his length until she settled on his balls. She licked and sucked, her hand jerking him off.
She then quickly took him back in her mouth, pushing him down until she gagged, needing to know how far she could take him without causing issues for herself. Draco moaned when she did, her throat muscles tightening until there was no room for him. She began a fast pace, taking him until she was on the brink of suffocating herself with his cock.
"Hermi—" He began but it fell into a choking sound when she sucked him harder. Her other hand went down to his balls, massaging and pulling. His eyes squeezed shut. "Hermione."
It was a warning and she moaned when his fingers dug into her skull. She was panting through her nostrils, lips coated in spit as her tongue dipped out to taste him. She sucked as hard as she could, knowing it would only be a few more seconds.
"I'm gonna come, I'm—fuck."
Hermione was taken off guard when he thrusted up into her mouth then shot his load. She gagged twice, which in return made him fist her curls. Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes, but she keened in satisfaction when she heard his deep breathing and quiet whispers of praise.
"Bloody amazing." He said, fingers moving to brush through her hair. "So good."
Hermione kept her mouth on him, enjoying the sporadic pulses of his coming down. She swirled her tongue around the tip, making sure to collect the salty remnants before she deeply inhaled then swallowed him in one go. Swiftly pulling off of him, she kept her eyes down and wiped her mouth then her hand on her bare thigh.
She tentatively lifted her eyes up to his, finding them wide with amazement and fondness. A slight sheen of sweat covered his forehead and chest, he was panting then let out something of a laugh and raised his arm behind his head.
"Come here." He said, gesturing for her to lay next to him. Hermione crawled over his thighs then landed next to him with a soft thud. He threw a heavy thigh around her, bracketing their bodies. His lips pressed to her forehead, one after the other as he regained his breathing. Hermione sighed pleased and tiredly, her fingers softly scratching his chest.
"You're very good with your mouth." He commented quietly and almost surprised. She didn't know what to say at first, but knew her repeated requests were to most likely raise some questions. Girls typically didn't like giving, or at least her friends didn't.
"Um…thanks I guess?" She stated and Draco snorted but rested his cheek on top of her head.
"Don't know if I've ever had a witch ask, nay, beg to let her suck me off." He said thoughtfully.
Hermione flushed deeply. There was no mistake that he was teasing her, so she rolled over in his hold and scooted a bit away. Her preference was odd and Draco was really the first one she wanted to go out of her way for and utilize it. She never felt comfortable doing it for others, fearing that they weren't deserving or it just didn't feel right.
But with Draco, there was a longing to satisfy him like that. Be the cause of his moans and breathy curses, satisfy him until the very end because of her work. It made her excited, but his comments made her regret it. He didn't understand, he just saw her eager to suck his cock.
Drowning in embarrassment and feeling her chest pulse in pain, she suddenly felt an arm wrap around her before dragging her, rather forcefully, back into his embrace.
"Where are you going?" He questioned.
"No where." She mumbled into the pillow, cheeks a painful red.
"Well then why did you turn away and scoot nearly off the bed?"
She simply shrugged.
"Granger, what's wrong?" The tone of his voice made him sound confident. He clearly knew something was off.
"Nothing I—" She huffed and stayed silent, still turned and burying her face deeper into the pillow.
"What is it?" He said, leaning up on his arm and pushing her shoulder so she'd have to lay on her back. His voice was much softer. She chewed on her lip before furiously rubbing her face, easier for her to make a plea when he couldn't see her..
"I—" She struggled to say anything. "I know it's weird but please don't make fun of me." It was demoralizing to ask someone this, especially as an adult. Especially to the man that used to make fun of her incessantly as a child and teen. Now begging him to stop just made her want to cry.
"Make fun of you? Granger what—" He stopped to chuckle. "What the bloody fuck are you talking about?"
"I mean that I wanted you to finish in my mouth." She said then threw her arms down angrily. "I know it's weird and odd but I like it and I like the way I make you feel when I do it, so please don't say anything else about it. It's not like it's a thing with all guys just...just you."
She admitted the last part with a thick swallow. Her eyes darted open and she watched his blank expression morph into confusion. She wanted to scoff at him.
"Do you think I'm…making fun of you because you wanted to give me a blowie?" He said, raising his eyebrows. Hermione frowned.
"Well aren't you?" She retorted and was immediately met with a large smile and him leaning down to invade her space.
"Absolutely not." He said lowly, eyes heavy on hers. "I find the little quirk very arousing."
He rolled over on top of her, taking her arms and pinning them above her head. Hermione's mouth fell open as she looked up at him astonished.
"But you, it sounded like you were laughing at me." She pouted.
"No." He said, leaning down to kiss her cheeks. "Maybe I found it amusing at how well you were at giving head. But gods no. Why would I laugh when it's more beneficial to me anyways?"
Hermione blinked, her eyebrows turning downwards.
"I don't know, it appeared like—"
"Hermione." He cut her off. "I'm thrilled at the information. Trust me." A sudden roll of his hips made her gasp, he was hard again. "Even more so that your special interest is only in me."
Hermione's eyes fluttered shut when he leaned down and licked a path from her collarbone down to the space between her breasts.
"Seeing your lips around my cock was maddening." He muttered, kissing over the swell of her tit, lightly nibbling. "You can suck me off whenever you want. As long as you tell me why you like it so much."
Hermione sucked in a harsh breath when his tongue circled a taut nipple. Her hands flew into his hair, massaging his scalp as teased her with his tongue.
"So go ahead. Tell me why you enjoy it."
"I—I" She breathed, holding her breath when his other hand released her wrist and groped her breast. "I like being the reason you moan."
The words escaped her mouth as soon as he pinched her nipple. His teeth began biting aggressively into the flesh, causing her hips to roll up.
"What else?" He inched his head over to give her other breast equal attention. Teeth and tongue soaked her nipple, pulling it, biting it, soothing it. Eyes rolled up into her head.
"Mmm, I love the way you fill my mouth." She whispered, stomach coiling when one hand crawled downward.
"I could barely fit. You were choking on me, did you like that too?" He questioned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he watched her legs shake before even touching her fully.
"Yes, yes I—I liked knowing that I couldn't take you all, it made me—oh shit." Words broke off when he pushed two of his fingers into her drenched cunt. She was ready to ask for another.
"Yes?" Draco grinned and brought his face back up to hers, kissing her ear and running his tongue along the edge of it. "Tell me, Hermione."
"It made me want to take you deeper. So I'd-ch-choke again."
"Fucking hell." Draco groaned and pumped his fingers into her at a steady pace, completely withdrawing before driving them into her deeply.
Hermione's walls were fluttering and she spread her legs wider to hint she wanted him to take her. The dirty words he was forcing her to reveal made her unbelievably horny. Heat pooled below, her skin grew sensitive to the touch and his deep voice was only making it worse.
"Tell me more." He ordered, his thumb harshly rubbing her swollen nub, Hermione's thighs went stiff as the heat within her rose.
"I like—oh gods keep going." She cried, fists clutching the bed sheets.
"Tell me, come on." Draco groaned into her neck, rutting his erection against her thigh. She was gasping for air, panting heavily as she concreted on his fingers while trying to construe an articulated sentence.
"I like feeling you come! I like being able to make you come with my mouth." She admitted with a shout, hearing Draco moan hoarsely before removing his fingers completely and sinking his cock into with one smooth thrust. His mouth covered hers, keeping all her satisfied moans for himself as he worked them both to a hurried finish.
A/N: Didn't realize i hadnt updated in some time but i am back on track with writing more regularly. Also just hit 1000 followers on tik tok today so if you follow me there, thank you! Hope you enjoy the update!
