A/N: Originally posted as part of the 2021 Deflower Draco collection over on AO3.

TAGS: marriage law, POV Draco Malfoy, Virgin Draco Malfoy, Hermione is a patient teacher, BDD, Big Dick Draco, Praise Kink, Accidental Plot, Lucius wants issue, Tiny amount of angst, this is mostly sex, Hermione has research materials, Draco knows a thing or two about experiments, by experiments he means masturbation, I may have gotten carried away with the tags


Draco paced across the plush carpet of their suite and paused to look out at the view. Just visible in the moonlight, the rolling waves crashed into the shore. The click of a door opening drew his attention. She'd finished changing out of her dress. It was now or never. Merlin, he wanted to disappear. Maybe he could just melt into the ocean and never have to admit to his current predicament.

Without turning away from the view, Draco said, "Granger? That is, sorry, Hermione?" He'd been working hard to use her given name; it was a habit of years to break.

"Draco."

While he couldn't see her, he could hear the smirk in her voice. Her snarky side had been a delightful discovery during the past three months as they'd navigated the disaster that was their Ministry decreed betrothal.

He turned, finding her leaning against the door frame into the bedroom. She was softly backlit and wearing what could barely be described as a slip in soft pink silk. A matching robe hung open around her. She looked beautiful, ethereal. What was she going to think of him?

"I, ah, well, you see, this is all a bit embarrassing."

"Tell me something about this entire travesty that isn't," she agreed with a snort as she walked slowly toward him. "I mean, we had to negotiate the number of children we're going to have. What term did your father use? Issue —like we're the royal family."

Draco laughed nervously. It was a sentiment she'd expressed before, and he hadn't had the heart to explain to her that they were as close as it got to that in the wizarding world. She'd find out soon enough. "There is that, but also, I know we've worked hard to find common ground, to build what I'm hoping will be a solid friendship."

He looked up and took in Hermione's confused face, though she nodded in agreement from where she'd perched on the arm of the sofa. "Yes, I like to think that too. What's wrong? You're so pale you're practically translucent."

He grimaced. "I've never done this before."

"Well, me neither, but marriage is something we'll figure out together. It's not quite what I saw myself doing at twenty-one, but we've already discussed my desire to wait on children—excuse me issue . I still can't thank you enough for your willingness to pay the fine."

Draco nodded and swallowed. "I'm not ready either. Not after… well, we've both been through an awful lot. But that's not what I mean. I mean this..." he waved his hand at their state of undress. He took a moment to admire how the robe hung off her shoulder, and the nightdress pulled taut across her full hips. At least attraction for her wasn't a problem. Salazar, was it not an issue. Not when she was dressed like that. If it were any less of an issue, they wouldn't have any trouble producing the issue his father was so concerned about.

"Oh, well, I guess we never really discussed tonight, did we," she said, her teeth digging into her lower lip in thought.

"No, we did not. I'm afraid, I didn't realize until this morning, which was a foolish oversight on my end, but this type of bonding requires consummation, and well..."

"It's fine, I knew. I'm mean, it's a bit awkward, but you're nice to look at," Hermione said with a wink.

Draco felt his face heat. "Er, you're more than nice to look at, but that's, ah, wow, I don't know if I can do this."

Hermione slid off the arm of the sofa and stepped forward, her lips tugging down in a slight frown. "I know my blood status is difficult for you and your family to swallow—"

"What? No!" Draco stepped in closer and grasped her hand. "It's not that at all. I promise."

She squeezed back and looked him over. "I've never seen you so flustered."

"I'm having a difficult time telling you something deeply personal. But you're my wife. If I can't confide in you, this is going to be a very lonely life for both of us," he said, hearing his father's words in his head. It might have been the best advice he'd received. Though now he regretted not accepting Lucius' offer to discuss 'any other matters of concern.'

"Yes, it would be, and I think we can be better than that." A faraway look stole over her face for a moment and cleared, revealing determination. "Here." She tugged his hand and pulled Draco further into the room. "Go sit down. I'm getting us drinks; maybe that will help."

With a nod, Draco took a seat on the sofa in their suite. It was the nicest suite the Muggle hotel offered. He'd wanted to show Hermione he could adapt and learn how to function in her world too. It was also an attempt to buy them as much privacy as possible. The wizarding world press had been hounding them from the moment his mother had released an engagement announcement.

A pressure and shifting of the sofa cushion brought his attention back to his bride.

"Okay, Draco, spill. What has got you acting like a virgin on prom night?"

He sucked in a breath in alarm and then confusion. "What's a prom?"

"Oh, I guess that's a Muggle thing, really an American Muggle thing. Like the Yule Ball, but at the end of the school year. Lots of Muggles, ah, have sex for the first time that night. Kind of a rite of passage." Hermione's neck flushed red, drawing Draco's attention to her modest but still tempting neckline.

He let her words sink in. He knew several of his older housemates had done that after the Yule Ball, so it made sense to him. And how he wished he had been one of them. But at the time, it hadn't been an option. He nodded his understanding. "For some of the more traditional pureblood families, that particular rite of passage, as you called it, is saved for the marriage bed."

She tucked her feet under her and leaned forward, a look of gleeful curiosity on her face. It reminded Draco of their early days at Hogwarts.

"Yes, yes, I've read about that. It's hard to find books, but the Black family library at Grimmauld place had some. Fascinating! Marriage contracts and fidelity clauses. Unsurprisingly, most of those were only for the witch—"

"Granger! I'm trying to tell you something."

"Oh, sorry, I just get excited." She bounced next to him, trying to contain herself.

He softened, learning the nuances of Hermione Granger had proved to be a pastime he looked forward to. "Yes, I know. It's something I quite like about you." She smiled warmly and took his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "I'm trying to tell you that my family is one of those very traditional families."

"Oh no," she said, suddenly looking quite distraught. "I mean, we didn't discuss it; it never came up. I'm not, well that is, I was with Ron for quite a while after the war, as you know."

"Not you, Hermione. Me!"

"You? You what?"

"For fucks sake, I'm a virgin!" As soon as the words escaped his mouth, he turned away, trying to pull his hand from hers.

"Oh! Oh, I'm quite dense sometimes." She gripped his hand tightly, refusing to release him. "But wait, Pansy? Astoria?"

"Courting, when contracts are involved, does not allow for more than very chaste, supervised physical contact."

"Fuck."

Draco felt a shiver up his spine and the stirrings of arousal. He never heard her cuss before.

"Um...well, in this case not?" He tried to make a joke that seemed to fall flat.

"Okay, this isn't a problem."

"It isn't? It sort of feels like one to me."

"No, not at all. It would much more complex if I were less experienced. Pain and all that, but for you, well, honestly, time and patience are all we'll need."

"I don't really understand."

She cleared her throat. "The first time with someone new usually isn't the best anyway. You have to learn each other. The biggest difference here is you may not know what you do like, or do not like, yet. It's not a problem. We'll figure it out together. And trust me, I know what I like, and I'm a very devoted teacher."

Draco's trousers felt tight, and a trickle of sweat slid down his spine. "You want to teach me?"

"Oh yes, yes, I find that I do." Her eyes darkened. "You were always quite a devoted student if I remember correctly. Creative too. Mmm..." Draco watched her lick her lips as she eyed his chest. Her hand reached forward. "We'll start slow."

Draco froze, closing his eyes at the confusing and arousing sensation of Hermione's fingers brushing his cheek and then skimming down to his dress shirt. She finally released his hand and brought it up to undo the top button and then the next. Fingertips traced down his sternum, pausing at the corded skin of his Sectumsempra scar. Muscles snapped, his fingers encircling her wrists, in his surprise.

"We both have scars, Draco."

The words were a caress of breath followed by a soft press of lips and he shivered. He let her undo one more button as he caught his breath, then he took her chin into his hand and guided her head up, his eyes on her lips. Draco met her eyes and saw them burning, her pupils having taken over nearly all of the golden-brown of her irises as he brought his lips to hers. It wasn't their first kiss, but it was the first with intention. The first that was more than a greeting or awkward request to not have their first kiss be in front of an audience. No, this was different. Her mouth was soft and moved with his, parting on a breath and a glide across his lips before his tongue met hers.

Hermione's fingers continued slipping buttons free until he felt her start to push his shirt off his shoulders. The delicate feel of her skin grazing his sent a pulse of pleasure through his body that settled deep in his belly and pulled his balls tighter as his blood redirected. His shirt caught around his elbows, and Hermione pushed back on his chest, pushing him down onto the sofa as she crawled over him, settling across his hips.

Draco tried to reach for her, but his shirt restricted his movement. A flash of cold stone, hissing, sharp pain, and the heavy drag of Nagini's massive body filled his mind. He pulled back from the kiss, his heart racing on the edge of panic. Insane laughter, shouts of Incarcerus , and screams. He fought not to throw her from where she had settled across his hips.

Hermione's lips traveled down his neck as Draco fought to find his breath. "Hermione, wait. Please stop."

Her reaction was immediate. She sat up and looked down at him, confusion and worry creasing her face. "What's wrong? I'm sorry, is this too fast."

As soon as the press of her hands on his shoulders released, Draco was able to sit back up, freeing his arms, and the world resettled. He struggled the rest of his way out of his shirt sleeves and wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his forehead rest on her shoulder.

"No, not too fast. I just...please don't restrain me like that. I can't bear it."

He felt the press of her lips to the top of his head and her breath through his hair. "I'm so sorry, Draco. I'll be more careful. Is there anything else you need to warn me about?"

Draco felt his breath shudder against her warm skin. He was so lucky. Marriage Law be damned, he was glad he got to have Hermione Granger care for him.

"Nothing painful."

She nodded and rocked his body gently, a slow build of comfort and growing familiarity in their touch. "For me too. After the snatchers and your aunt…I don't like restraint or pain either." She held him, her hands tracing patterns across his upper back. He squeezed her closer, enjoying the cool slide of her silk slip. As his heartbeat and breath returned to normal, Hermione pulled back, though she stayed within the circle of his arms. "I have an idea if you want to try again."

A smile tugged at his lips. "I definitely want to try again. What did you have in mind?"

Hermione climbed out of his lap and tugged at his hand. "We're going to relax, and I'm going to show you how to touch me," she said, looking over her shoulder at him with a wink as she pulled him into the large ensuite. With a soft smile, Hermione left him to sit on the upholstered bench that sat opposite the tub. She stepped away, and he watched greedily as she slipped out of the robe that had been keeping most of her covered.

All worry disappeared as she bent over to turn on the taps for the large soaking tub. Draco shook out of his haze. "A bubble bath?"

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, her hips swaying as she squeezed something into the filling water. "Oils, but no bubbles. I want you to be able to see what we're doing."

She placed the last of the bottles back in the basket next to the tub and turned to him. The slip strained under the peaks of her nipples and pulled taut over her full hips, allowing him to fully appreciate the shape of her body for the first time. His greedy eyes roamed over her imagining how she would look when this last bit of clothing was discarded. When his gaze finally made it back to her face, she was smirking knowingly.

And his cock was back to feeling too confined in his trousers. Draco tried to discreetly adjust himself, but her eyes were on him, burning at him. She took the handful of steps to be standing, almost touching his knees. With a soft touch, she pressed his legs apart and moved between them. Her fingers brushed his temple and carded through his hair.

Draco sighed with the pleasure of it, soft and strong, relaxing and arousing. Perfect. He let his head fall forward to rest on the pillow of her chest and nuzzled against her breasts. Hermione's body shuddered and then arched into him in obvious appreciation of the attention and the knowledge that he pleased her sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. Emboldened, he let his hands reach for her, finding purchase at her knees. He let his hands slowly slide up and down the side of her knees and thighs, his fingers trailing along the backs. Her body swayed in his touch, and he could hear her heart beating faster as with each pass, he let his hands wander higher.

He felt the tapering of her thigh as it met her arse, and his fingers brushed against the cool edge of silk; he'd reached her knickers. He had no idea what to do next, but she seemed to be enjoying his touch, so he continued, not venturing any higher than the seam. Hermione gave another slight shudder, and her leg brushed against his erection. Slamming his eyes shut, Draco tried to breathe through the sensation. It was like heaven and hell collided. He needed more touch and also knew he wouldn't last long; he was so painfully hard.

He took two more slow deep breaths and opened his eyes. Hermione smiled down at him slowing leaning into him. "I like when you touch me," she whispered, her breath tickling along his cheek. She stepped away and turned off the taps to the tub. Her fingers fluttered through the water, testing the temperature; she quickly pulled her hand away. "As I suspected. Too hot." She met his eyes, and they were too hot as well. "We'll have to wait for it to cool a bit, and I think you'll like how I want to pass the time."

Draco swallowed as she strutted back to him, her hips swaying, and the curves of her body calling to him. She was stepping back between his legs before he regained the ability to speak.

"Wha—" his voice cracked. "What did you have in mind?"

She looked pointedly down at his lap, where the outline of his cock was clearly visible. "I think we need to do something about that ."

With an uncomfortable swallow, Draco shook his head. "If we ignore him, he'll eventually go away."

Hermione giggled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "I don't want to ignore him ." Her fingers dragged down his torso, feathering along his abdominals. Tickling and tantalizing, his every muscle contracted pleasurably with her touch.

And then, to his shock and surprise, she started to lower herself down between his legs, her mouth centimeters from where his cock twitched as if reaching for her. Kneeling before him, looking like a wet dream, Hermione Granger, Golden Girl, Brightest Witch of her Age, met his eyes and grinned.

"Oh, Merlin. Hermione, you don't have to do that ."

"Of course, I don't," she said, reaching for his belt, pulling the tail from the loops, and releasing the buckle. She froze and quickly looked up to him. "Do you not want me to? If you're uncomfortable—"

Draco reached out and cupped her jaw. "No, no. I definitely want you to. No idea how many times I've…" he cleared his throat. "I don't want you to do anything you're not okay with or that you think you have to do."

"I promise I'll tell you if I don't want to do anything. But Draco, if I'm initiating the contact, you can be sure it's because I want to. I don't do anything that I don't want to do."

Draco felt his heart drop, as did his hands from where he'd been cupping her face.

"You married me."

Hermione pulled her lip between her teeth and looked away. Her chest rising and falling with measured breaths for several interminably long moments. Seeming to have reached a conclusion she grasped his hands and met his eyes. "Draco Malfoy, if I hadn't wanted to marry you, I would have made an illegal portkey, and I'd be petitioning MACUSA for citizenship. Do not think for one minute that I just rolled over and gave into this law. I want to fight it, and I want to fight it with you. We work well together, and while this isn't the most conventional approach to finding a partner, I happen to think we're going to be very compatible."

She glanced down at his lap, where he was still more than half hard. "Now, I promise, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing and if I didn't think you were as well. Am I wrong?"

He shook his head rapidly. "No, I want to be here too. I've wanted you for a long time. Not like this, but I'm not sure I ever would have found the bollocks to try."

Hermione released his hands and gripped his knees. She started a slow massage up and across his thigh. "I'd wondered. If all this hadn't happened, I likely would have approached you eventually. At the very least, I knew I wanted to give being more than colleagues a shot. Remember when Harry invited you to drinks?"

Her hands were nearly back to his belt, and Draco could hardly think straight, let alone remember if the 'boy who fucking lived' asked him to drinks. "Ung, um…maybe."

A button popped. "He did at my request. I wanted to see how you'd handle it. But then…" Another button popped and a third. "The ministry dropped this on us. In the end, I think we'd have gotten here eventually."

"With you eye level with my cock?" Draco blurted as her fingers pulled his trousers the rest of the way apart.

Hermione's hand grabbed onto the waist of his trousers and pants and tugged. Draco lifted his hips and let her drag them down his thighs. His erection springing free and bobbing at his navel.

"Fuck." She looked down and licked her lips. "Yes, wow, I….um, you're bigger than I expected."

Draco preened under her gaze. "You certainly know how to stroke a wizard's ego."

"Egos aren't the only thing I know how to stroke, Draco." She winked at him and rubbed her cheek against his thigh. "Has anyone ever done this for you before?" One warm hand gripped his hip, and the other stroked along his abs a breath away from where he wanted, needed her to touch.

"Never."

"Mmmm, just warn me when you're going to come."

"Fuck, is this a dream? You don't know how many times you've said that to me in my fantasies. Gods, Hermione, what if I'm not able to speak?"

She smiled up at him, looking naughty and absurdly innocent all at once. "Tap my shoulder if you can't speak." And then Hermione Granger, no, Hermione Malfoy, pressed her perfect pink lips to the head of his cock, and the world fucking whited out.

Draco's ability to think and see returned as he felt a wet warmth stroke down his length. Her tongue. "Fuck, Granger." She swirled around the head and sank down onto him, taking him fully into her mouth. "Most amazing…didn't know…oh gods." She looked up at him through her pretty eyelashes and sucked in her cheeks with a hum. If she hadn't had a hand on his hip, he probably would have thrust fully into her. He desperately wanted to touch her, but she hummed again, and it almost sounded like a moan and took him deeper, obliterating the last of his coherent thoughts. Draco let words of praise spill unfiltered as he reveled in the bliss that was his wife's mouth taking his cock. The hand at the base of him released his length, and if he thought it couldn't get better than this, that hand slipped further between his legs and cupped his bollocks, tugging and rolling them. He knew this was it for him. He barely tapped her shoulder as he heard incoherent words being formed by his lips. He thought she'd pull away, but she hummed and sucked around his length until lightning shot through every nerve, freezing his muscles as surely as a Petrificus totalus. His release came in waves of pleasure and shock as she swallowed around his length.

Draco leaned back against the wall and watched as Hermione lapped at him until he was completely spent. He tucked a stray curl behind her ear and felt a surge of affection warm his center as her eyes locked with his.

"Ready for that bath?" she asked, her voice husky.

He nodded, not sure he could speak yet, but let her guide him up and out of his clothes that were pooled at his ankles. When she turned back to him, Draco swept her into his arms and captured her lips, licking at them until she opened to him on a giddy laugh. She tasted a little bitter, but that faded as he deepened the kiss, letting his hands wander over her hips and arse.

She finally broke the kiss, breathless. "I take it you liked that."

"I loved it, fuck, I've imagined but it was so much better. You'll teach me to do that to you?"

Her smile morphed into a wide grin, and her eyes sparkled. "With pleasure."

"Am in for a lifetime of bad double entendre?" He let her lead him to the tub, still chuckling to himself as he stepped in and settled into the relaxing warmth.

"You should consider yourself so lucky." She stepped away from the tub and slowly pulled the hem of the slip up higher and higher. The silk pulled, and with a tug, her breasts bounced free, revealing her full breasts tipped with dark pink nipples pulled into tight points. Fantasies of her on a nude beach worshiping the sun while he worshiped her nearly bowled him over with renewed lust.

He swallowed and cleared his throat. "I do, consider myself lucky."

"Good boy," she said as she tossed away the slip.

Draco let his eyes travel down the rest of her body to the matching lace and silk knickers. Her fingers tucked into the sides, and she grinned as she slid them down her thighs where they fell the rest of the way to the floor. A groan tore from Draco as he took in the darkened center of the fabric.

"You're fucking gorgeous." He reached for her, grasping the fingers she held out to him. Draco gently pulled her closer to him and brought her knuckles to his mouth, whispering kisses across them.

Still holding his hand, she stepped up to the tub, completely, beautifully bare before him. Draco pressed a kiss just above her navel as she placed his hands at her waist. He kissed across her waist as she turned in his grasp, loving the feel of her muscles quivering with each caress of his lips. With his hands steadying her, she lowered into the water until she was fully submerged, her back settling against his chest.

Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist, feeling himself relax as her fingers twined with his. Her head tilted back on his chest. "That was the most amazing experience of my life." He kissed just behind her ear. "Where did you learn that?" The words tumbled out of his mouth, all of his shields and wall obliterated with the orgasm she'd drawn from him. "Fuck. No, don't answer that. I'm not an arsehole."

"Draco Malfoy, not an arsehole?" Her laughter vibrated against his chest, but she didn't shove away. She snuggled closer. "No one taught me. I'm quite an avid independent researcher."

"Pardon?"

"In the muggle world, sexuality is much more open. I read a few books and may have watched some pornography. It was quite informative."

Draco felt his heart and cock, rise to attention. "I'd like to send the publisher a fruit basket, in that case." As long as it wasn't Weasley, he was more than happy to be gracious.

She giggled. "Maybe I'll show you some of my research after we get our living arrangements combined."

"How did I get so lucky?"

"I'm actually quite curious to discover the answer to that, though I'm far from complaining. That spell the Ministry used…" her head shook against him. "I know they used our magical core evaluations and NEWT scores, but it is more than a little disconcerting that no interviews or surveys were used. I like to think I'm quite versed in spell theory, and there is not a way to determine emotional and personality compatibility with a spell alone."

"I'd assume they weren't concerned with those factors at all," Draco said, letting his fingers trail up and down her forearms as he considered Hermione's train of thought, the only thing capable of distracting him from her delicious body as it rested against him.

"What do you mean?"

He brushed a few stray curls back and let his lips whisper against her skin. "I'm quite confident they only looked at magical and reproductive compatibility."

"Seriously?" She twisted in his arms, dislodging his lips.

"Yes, these are old-school purebloods. Before this law, I was betrothed to a girl five years younger than us that I had only met a handful of times as a child. These people don't care about emotional needs or if personalities are compatible."

"But the bonds are permanent!"

"Our bonding was, but that may not have been the case with everyone. I didn't research it." Feeling her stiffen beneath him, Draco eased Hermione back around and rubbed her tense shoulders and neck. "But we can. I'm disappointed in myself. I didn't look any further than my own circumstance." She relaxed a bit, her muscles softening under his touch. "I found out I'd been paired with you, and my whole focus became convincing you that we could make it work and then creating a contract you would accept."

Her whole body melted into his, and Draco wrapped around her twining their fingers together.

"Really? I just assumed you were tolerating the match because you had no choice."

"Like you, I had a choice. We have properties around the world. It would have meant I could never return to Britain, but I could have left."

"And you didn't."

"Neither did you."

"No, I suppose we both saw the potential here."

"Yes, though—" Draco squeezed Hermione more tightly against him, letting her feel how hard he was just from being close to her. "This is more than I'd hoped for."

"Mmm, just you wait. In fact…" She leaned back and drew his hands higher up her waist until together they cupped her breasts.

Draco let her use his fingers to roll, softly flick, and then pinch her nipples. Her little breathy moans and the feeling of her puckering under his touch—nipples tightening between his fingers—left him gasping against her shoulders. She was so soft and responsive. He wished he could pull them between his teeth. But the night was young; maybe she would let him later.

Hermione's head rolled against his chest and she started to kiss the underside of his jaw. Wanting to feel her lips connected to his own again, Draco shifted their bodies until he could hold her and meet her lips. Just as his tongue dipped into her, Hermione's hand brought one of his downward. Fingers passing over ribs and further down over the gentle curve of her waist, the dip of her navel, and through the barest hint of coarse hair. Before Draco realized what was happening, his fingers were guided into the softest heat, wet but not like the tub water. This was thicker, like honey coating his fingertips. Her back arched against his chest, a low moan escaping her lips as she released his.

"Please, Draco." Hermione's fingers twined with his, and she started to touch herself with his fingers.

"Oh, fuck, this is so hot."

Hermione pressed his middle finger deeper, guiding him to trace lightly along her entrance and then higher, keeping just to one side of her soft inner lips. Draco was careful to catalog when her breath caught and when her body shivered. Her touch brought him to her clit, but never directly to it. Circling just around where he could feel it pulsing and then back down to her entrance on the other side. Around and around, until he felt her hand pull away. Careful to continue the path just as she'd shown him, Draco experimented just a bit with speed and pressure. It was like the best sort of challenge.

Draco circled her clit with just a little added pressure and was rewarded with a low moan and a distinct increase in Hermione's breath. Her neck tilted to the side, exposing her long neck to him. Careful not to lose concentration, Draco leaned in and let his lips trail whispers of kisses along her neck and sucked gently at her pulse points every time he reached her apex.

Hermione's body started to shift and move under his touch. "You're doing so well, Draco," she said, on a sigh that turned to a moan as he circled her entrance, her hips rolling up to meet him. "You want to try a bit more?"

"Fuck yeah."

He watched as she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples as she pulled away, then her hand rejoined his as she adjusted the angle of her body. "Just one finger, push it in me, like this," she said, her breath catching as he followed her lead, pressing his middle finger into her slowly.

She was warm and wet and so, so soft. He'd been growing harder, but the sensation of feeling her like this sent what little blood remained in his circulation straight to his groin.

Her hips rocked in rhythm with the shallow thrusts of his finger into her. The tub water flowed around them, little waves breaking against their chests and Hermione's raised knees. Each time causing her arse to slide against her erection, starting to build a distracting pressure of its own.

"That's good, now deeper," she said, pushing him further into her. "Tap your finger forward." She held up her other hand and showed him the movement she wanted. He copied the motion and felt a new texture. He'd heard about this. He rubbed a light circle on the tissue and then tapped again. "Fuck, Draco, yes, just like that. Use your other hand to rub my clit."

"Yes, ma'am," he teased, releasing her breast with only a moment of regret. He'd be back, he promised himself. Doing as she'd shown him, Draco circled her clit and crooked his finger over her g-spot. Her body shuddered when he reached what must have been the perfect combination. "You're amazing." She writhed against him. "Most beautiful witch, teaching me how to make her come."

Her back bowed on a deep moan as her cunt clamped down on his finger, so tight, pulsing and contracting as she babbled into his chest. "—quick learner—" "—seeker hands—" He couldn't help but smile and feel gratified at her praise. Her body went nearly rigid in his hold and then melted into him, her hand reaching for his where he still was massaging her clit. "Just hold still, keep touching me, but still. Oh, that felt so good," she said as her body gave another shudder.

Draco, careful to keep his hands still, kissed her neck. "How do people get anything done?"

"What?" she asked, still sounding breathless.

"I want to do that again. Watch you come. Feel it. Fuck, I'm not going to be able to think of anything else for months. Years maybe." Draco licked a stripe along her shoulder.

Hermione giggled and then winced, guiding his hand out of her and to wrap about her waist and across her collarbones. "That's why people take honeymoons. And just you wait, if you liked that, wait until I come on your cock."

A growl rumbled through Draco's chest. He barely realized it was him making the noise as he thrust his renewed hard-on against Hermione's arse.

"Oh yes, I think we're both really going to enjoy the next lesson. We'll have to warm me up some more, though, you're quite—"

"Well endowed."

She giggled again. "Yes, though I'm excited to see if I'm up for the challenge." She rolled her hips against him, eliciting another growl. "You certainly are."

"Bad innuendo, Granger? I expected more."

Gripping onto the side of the tub, she turned in his lap, straddling his thighs. "I like to think of it as flirting with intent." She stood and climbed out of the tub. Draco quickly extended his hand to steady her. "I think we've both earned a reward for all our hard work."

Draco smirked and carefully got out of the tub as well, stroking himself to relieve some of the pressure that had been building. Hermione's eyes followed his hand, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

"Is your refractory period usually this short?"

"Maybe? Yes. I've experimented a bit on my own." He looked down and stroked again. "I never have to wait long."

"Excellent. That is really fucking excellent."

He let his smirk shift to a genuine smile. "Does that mean we'll be doing more of this?"

"Most definitely. I can't wait to see how good you get with some practice."

"I require a lot of repetition and feedback; I like to be the very best," Draco said, stepping into her and capturing her lips. This was going so much better than he ever could have imagined.

Draco sent a push of magic out and summoned his wand into his hand without breaking their kiss. He dried them and cast a simple relaxation spell on Hermione's hair like he'd seen his mother do many times before.

Hermione jumped away. "What did you do?" She spun away and gave a little gasp as she seemed to catch her reflection in the mirror.

Draco reached out and wrapped one of her curls around his finger, giving it a little tug before letting it spring back into place. "A little trick of my mother's."

She pivoted and shifted her hair around, taking in the looser curls. "Wow. That would have taken me an hour to do. Will you teach me?"

"Seems a fair trade. I'm shocked Weaselette never taught you. She always seemed versed in those sorts of charms," Draco said, wrapping his body around Hermione and finding himself filled with pride at how his body dwarfed hers. He started to nuzzle into her neck when he heard her scoff. "Sorry, is this not okay?" he asked, beginning to pull away. He'd overstepped. Despite the intimacy they'd just shared they didn't have that sort of relationship yet.

Her hands gripped his forearms. "No, I like it when you touch me. Don't stop." She leaned into his chest. "I was thinking of Ginny. She didn't even come today, did you not notice? None of them did."

"Surely…" Draco paused, he had been entirely absorbed in his own concerns during the bonding ceremony and the short reception his mother had insisted upon. "Potter. Your parents." He shook his head. "None of the Weasley's came, but I thought—"

"So did I. But apparently, that only extended as far as their son's marriage proposal and the lack of Harry's for Ginny."

Settling his chest and arms more fully around Hermione, Draco said, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I was a bit distracted first by Potter taking your father's role, the reality of having to tell you that we would have to consummate the bond, and that surprise ...I'm a virgin. I'll admit that has been eating up a lot of my brainpower the past few days. I'm sorry I didn't ask sooner. Why did Potter act as your patriarch? I thought it was also traditional for Muggle fathers to give away their daughters."

"It is. My father refused. I probably should have brought it up; my parents don't approve. They agreed to attend but not participate. They left directly after the ceremony and refused to even meet you."

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I thought you just weren't comfortable having them around my family. I should have realized. I feel like a right idiot. Some husband I am."

"It's fine. I'm not upset with you, we'll both have to learn how to communicate with each other. I'm hopeful that in time my parents will come around. They don't understand what a political marriage can mean, and they were so upset about this law that they never gave me the chance to explain. They just see a world that they don't understand, that keeps harming me. But like I said earlier, when I found out you were my match, I realized that if I had you backing me, I could work to change this."

Draco sighed sadly. "That bonding, it's for life, it can't be undone. I thought you understood that when they explained the Malfoy and Black family traditions." It had been too much to hope she would want to try to make this thing work between them for more than political reasons.

"Of course I understood. I didn't mean for you and me." She turned in his arms and kissed him softly. "I meant for the next generation. Each year as these kids graduate from Hogwarts, this is going to be forced on them. Someday, our children, even. I want to stop it. I know it's not something I can do on my own. During our initial discussions, I saw how much you despised having your choices taken from you as well. I thought that in time it might be something we could work on together. I hope we can build something deeper between us as well, and maybe this shared goal will help us become something more."

Draco's heart soared. "We'll begin immediately. Though, I was serious about not being sure I can do anything requiring brain cells for a long time."

"Honeymoon first, and then will you take on the Ministry with me?"

"With every resource the Malfoy family has. So you just wanted me for my political connections and vault?" he asked, partially teasing.

"And these abs," Hermione said, running her fingers down his chest and further to his half-hard cock. "This is a nice surprise as well. Should have figured with how cocky you are that you'd have the anatomy to back it up." Her fingers wrapped around him gave a gentle squeeze as she stroked him. Draco let himself get lost in the sensation, only coming back to himself when her lips whispered against his ear. "It started that way, Draco. But these past months have given me cause to think we could have more. Tonight, well, even if all we ever feel for each other is friendship, at least we know we're very physically compatible." Draco moaned into her neck as her thumb traced a circle over his head and gave her hand a little twist. "Let me show you." She released his cock, Draco's hips chasing her hand.

He followed her out of the ensuite, letting himself appreciate the curve of her waist and her full arse as it swayed in front of him. Maybe someday she'd let him take her from behind while he gripped those hips.

Draco's knees nearly gave out as she climbed onto the bed and crawled to the middle on all fours. Fuck, was she going to let him take her like that right now? He wasn't sure he could handle it. He'd be coming before he even got inside her. Then she rolled onto her back and smirked. "Like what you see."

"Desperately. Please tell me I can have you like that someday," the words tumbled out of Draco's mouth before he could filter them away.

She smiled and laughed. "Oh yes, but I thought maybe you'd like it if I was in control the first time?"

Draco climbed onto the bed next to her, and let his fingers trail up her calf, thigh, skirting around her sex and up between her breasts. "I think I'd like that. Can I touch you?"

"You are touching me."

He moved slowly, bending his mouth to her chest, the desire to take one of her pretty knotted nipples into his mouth waring with wanting to let her do whatever she wanted with him. "Like this?" he asked, stopping before his lips met her skin.

"Mmm, please." She arched her back, closing the distance.

Her skin tasted sweet like whatever had been in the bathwater with them. Her nipple tightened into a peak against his tongue as he sucked it into his mouth. Hermione moaned low and grasped his hand, guiding it down her body between her legs. She was hot, and as he dipped his fingers into her, he discovered she was wet, not the same way she had been in the tub. This felt better, slicker. Still indulging in her breasts, Draco tried to find the motions that had brought Hermione pleasure in the tub.

He knew he'd done it when she started panting little breathy moans. "Fingers, Draco, two this time. Try to use your thumb on my clit." He hummed and flicked her nipple with his tongue before releasing it to give more of his attention to the new task.

He slid, first one and then tried to add a second finger to her core, but she was so tight around just the one, he was afraid to try for more. He looked up at her. "I don't want to hurt you," he said, pumping one finger slowly.

"I don't want you to either, but your cock is a lot bigger than one or even two of your fingers."

"Oh!" Draco looked down at his erection, pressed firmly against Hermione's hip. He leaned in and kissed her, sucking on her lip and giving it a little nip as he adjusted his hand and pressed two fingers into her. She gasped, her channel tightening around his fingers and then relaxing. He pushed further and brushed his thumb over her clit. She shivered and panted, and then it was like she was hotter and wetter. Everything became easier. She kissed him firmly, arching her body into his, and rocked her hips. Draco moved his hand with her, pumping slowly and carefully.

She moved her hips, and his fingers slid deeper, that spongy texture meeting his fingertips. "Yes, Draco, yes, fuck, that's good." Her hips rolled a few more times with him, and then she stopped. "Roll onto your back. You're doing so well. Let me show you how good you've been."

Giddy with her praise, Draco slipped his hand from her body and rolled to his back. He brought his hand, shiny with her arousal, to his face before taking a finger into his mouth. He groaned. "You taste good," he said, surprised, having never considered that would be possible after hearing friends complain.

With a smile, Hermione climbed over him, straddled his thighs, and reached for his hand. She sucked a different finger into her mouth and hummed around his finger, just as she'd done his cock earlier. He nearly came at the sight. "Glad you like it. I'm quite looking forward to running my fingers through all this hair while your face is between my thighs."

"Fuck, me too."

"But first." She rose up and scooted forward. "Are you ready, Draco?"

Draco let his eyes run over her body, bowed beautifully and hovering just above his hard cock with her little hand holding it ready to take. He felt the rush of excitement and also fear. "I won't last long."

"Hence all the prep. Don't worry about that; this isn't a one-off. We have a lifetime to get this perfect, Love." She dipped down, just brushing herself against his tip.

Love. An endearment, fuck, he wanted her to mean it. Maybe not yet, but he'd earn it.

"Just tell me what to do."

"Lay back and let me make you feel good."

Draco's eyes locked on where their bodies met as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Her wet warmth gripped him. She was so tight.

With what little self-control he still possessed, Draco looked up from where they were joined to see Hermione with her head thrown back, breasts thrust forward and still working to take all of him in. He fought not to come as he filled her completely. Perfect.

"Fuck, you're beautif—ung." She rose up and rolled her hips as she came back down. Then she did it again, and his brain stopped functioning. He let her guide his hands to her hips as she moved, moaning. He couldn't be sure who made what sounds, but he didn't care he was inside Hermione, and he never wanted to be anywhere else. She cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples, the pressure building in him became so overwhelming he could only lay back and let her give this to him.

"Draco, you can touch me," she said, smiling down at him.

"Where?"

"Wherever you want."

"Wa—want to make—mmm—you feel good."

"Here like this." She retook his hand, a familiar gesture that was building his confidence and excitement. She guided him to her clit, and the small circles he'd learned were her preference. "Yes, just like that. Can you hold on? I'm so close."

"Yes. Anything for you, fuck, Witch, anything." He wasn't even sure what he was saying. The idea of making her come again was all he could focus on as the pressure started to narrow, finding a focus in his bollocks.

The soft, ridged channel of Hermione's cunt clamped down on him, and pressure that had been building peaked. Draco tried to keep up his circles on Hermione's clit, but his own orgasm overwhelmed him. Hips thrusting to drive himself as deep as was possible into her. His wife. Gods, what did he do in a previous life to deserve this, deserve her.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, taking hold of his hands and collapsing onto his chest. "So good. You were so good."

Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and held her close as their breaths returned to normal, his softening cock still inside her. He kissed her forehead.

Hermione moaned softly, her lips pressing to his chest. "Draco, that was…" she trailed off.

He tensed, but she seemed to melt further into him. "Was that okay?" he asked.

"More than. Was it okay for you?"

"Are you kidding? I've never felt so good in my entire life!"

She giggled, and he couldn't help but join her, their bodies vibrating with the joy of it until he slipped from her, causing them both to gasp. "Still sensitive," she said, a bit of laugh still in her voice.

Draco rolled them to their sides and held Hermione close. "Is this okay?"

He felt her smile against his chest. "Yes, more than okay." She sighed and wiggled closer. "In our negotiations, we planned for a fairly platonic living situation."

"We did," he agreed, tracing his fingertips along his spine.

"I think I'd like to revisit some of those decisions."

"If it means getting to be like this with you, I'm happy to burn them."

She gasped. "What would Lucius say?"

"Probably something inane about it being improper to produce too many offspring lest the masses believe we actually care for each other." He kissed her forehead.

"The shame."

Draco yawned around a laugh and shifted to settle them both more comfortably on the bed, drawing up the covers with a pull of wandless magic. Filled with a deep contentment, Draco let the steady rhythm of Hermione's breath lull him closer to sleep with thoughts of the future they could have with each other.


A/N: Huge thanks to EllieBear for her beta skills, to MrsKissyT for the title, and to the Dramione FanFiction Forum for hosting! And especially to you for reading.