The bell hanging above the bookshop door jingled, alerting the shopkeeper of a new patron. Without raising her eyes from her task, she welcomed the newcomer, letting them know to ask her for help if they needed any. She pushed her wild curls back behind her ears and continued organizing the display shelf to include more recently published tomes. She only looked up when she heard a gentle cough close enough to startle her. She jumped up and whirled around, only to be met with a sly smirk. Draco Malfoy.
Recovering from her initial shock, she blushed as she realized just how close the man was standing. He was towering over her and downright staring, making her cheeks grow even hotter.
"I thought you were traveling to the French Ministry today!" She squeaked, causing the man to chuckle lightly. He shook his head slowly and then leaned in closer, grabbing her chin with his hands and bringing her lips up to meet his. Right before they connected, he whispered "I thought I'd come home for lunch today, sweets. But I've suddenly lost my appetite…" He went quiet as he crashed into her, capturing her bottom lip in hers and sucking slowly. She whimpered slightly before coming to and stepping back, swatting him on the shoulder.
"Draco! I have customers! And you cannot just waltz in here like you own the place and accost me like that!" She was still flushed from their kiss, her wild hair tingling with electricity, and Draco thought she looked absolutely delightful.
"But I do own the place" Draco grinned cheekily. "Ernie wasn't able to make it today, so we had to reschedule for next week. Since I had cleared my calendar for the day, I thought there was no better way to spend my time than by accosting my sweet wife. But if she is too busy…" Now it was her turn to laugh, her bright teeth gleaming as her eyes squinted in glee. That was exactly why he had decided to surprise her, to see her perfect smile directed solely at him. He lived for it.
"Well, in that case, help me finish up here so I can close up. Mrs. Flume is back in the corner and I'm sure she'll be done soon, ring her up will you? I need to finish putting these away and catalogue the new shipment of self-writing quills for the students tomorrow!" She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying back to her display, leaving the blonde standing there. He took a few moments to collect himself before strolling to the counter, hanging his dark peacoat on the hook, and taking a seat on the tall stool, watching his wife putz around her shop.
Hermione wasn't too busy during the week and could get away with closing early for the day. Her bookstore was nestled right in the middle of Hogsmeade, and although she made enough to justify her business, it was no bustling enterprise. Aside from the weekends that Hogwarts students visited the village, her store remained relatively empty. Not that she needed the money, what between the generous gift Dumbledore had left her in his will and the financial stability of her husband. But, it gave her life a purpose and allowed her to spend her days exactly how she wished to - surrounded by books.
Draco greeted Mrs. Flume with a dazzling smile as she approached the desk and began documenting her purchase. They chatted for a moment about her choice - a cookbook that had been raved about in Witch Weekly - and he sent her on her way with promises to come by for dinner soon and try out the new recipes.
By the time he had finished up and turned the open sign around on the door, Hermione was walking back towards him, her wand tucked in her hair and her eyes bright with joy. "So, Mr. Malfoy, what exactly did you have in mind for today?" His eyes flashed darkly for a moment before accioed her coat and scarf, helping her into both of them. Grabbing her by the hand he said "Well, I thought we might talk a walk. What do you think, love?" They locked the shop door behind them and walked the few shops down to the Three Broomsticks. Draco opened the door and followed his witch through, glad to get her out of the cold November wind. While Hermione walked towards their usual booth near the fireplace, Draco ordered their drinks - a butterbeer for him and a tea for her - and came back to sit next to the witch, looking out into the mostly empty pub. Like Hermione's bookstore, the Three Broomsticks remained relatively quiet outside of Hogwart's Hogsmeade weekends.
"I quite like it" Hermione said aloud, causing Draco to look at her curiously. She laughed and continued on, vocalizing her internal reverie "The quiet, I mean. While it is fun to see the students milling about when they come, this peace is exactly what I had wished for for years. Although I think having you here is the best part," she looked at him warmly, now sending that rosy tint to his stoney cheeks.
"I quite like it as well, my dear. Who would have thought, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger married and living a quaint life happily together?" They sipped their drinks while Hermione told Draco all about the new study materials she was ordering for the fifth years sitting for their NEWTS. While Draco was far from interested in study materials, he could have sat and listened to her for hours, feeling joyful purely out of her happiness. Although he did find himself becoming rather distracted by the blush pink of her lips…
After their mugs had emptied, the two rose to return back to the bookstore, back to their home. When they arrived, they slipped through the door and up the back staircase to their beautiful home. It was a cozy and charming space, with large windows shining light onto scattered plants and stacks of books. Mismatched and overstuffed armchairs littered the den, all facing the giant fireplace that was already roaring with flames. The kitchen was small but well-used, with jewel-colored rugs covering the hardwood floors. Draco had an office off of the living space with dark walls and a deep-walnut desk littered with paperwork and books of his own. He worked closely with the Ministry of Magic, aiding them in their modernization and integration with other Magical Ministries across Europe. He was wildly knowledgeable and incredibly articulate, and was making huge strides in bringing the wizarding world into the 21st century.
Their bedroom was magnificent - windows looking out towards Hogwarts castle and a large bed covered in quilts, knitted blankets, and enough pillows to kill a man. Nestled between it all was an orange cat, snoozing away in the afternoon light. More books were stacked in precarious piles on either side of the large pour poster, each acting as makeshift nightstands. On Hermione's rested photo of her and her parents standing in Diagon Alley after the arrival of her first Hogwarts letter, her eyes wide and hair flying around her face in an energetic arc. On Draco's was a photo of him and his wife on their wedding day - Hermione's smile just as bright as her long white gown. Draco stood stoically next to the witch, his hand resting on the back of her neck and black suit contrasting her dramatically. In the photo, the camera would flash and the figures would move, Draco pulling a suddenly squealing Hermione in for a deep kiss.
Stepping through the doorway, Draco helped Hermione out of her jacket and Slytherin scarf and sent them flying to her closet. After treating his jacket much the same, he followed Hermione into the living room, grabbing her hand and spinning her towards him. When he looked down at the witch and her gently parted lips, he dove in quickly and captured them between his own. Much like before, Hermione immediately melted into his arms, greeting his kisses with an intense fervor that sent his head spinning. He pulled away for only a moment, his hand brushing a few stray curls out away from his witches face, before moving back to kiss her roughly.
Her hands moved to his back, grabbing on tightly and dragging her fingertips forcefully down. Draco groaned slightly before taking a step forward, directing them towards the bedroom doorway. Slowly they made it, stopping at one point for Hermione to catch her breath after Draco made her dizzy with nips and licks to her soft lips. They stepped through the door at last, coming apart with dazed smiles and rumpled clothes. Before Draco could grab her again, she pulled her wand out of her bun and moved the assortment of soft knitted things off of their bed, carefully avoiding bothering Crookshanks. The cat opened one eye towards them as his nest disappeared around him and yawned lazily before stretching and sauntering off to the living room.
"10 points to Gryffindor, Mrs. Malfoy" Draco said with dark eyes before closing the space between them once again and capturing her lips in his. His hand went to the mess of hair spilling out of Hermione's ribbon, tugging slightly and causing a soft whimper to escape her lips. His hands moved down to the front of her shirt, unbuttoning the dark blue frock and sliding it over her sun kissed arms. With her chest exposed, Draco leaned down to kiss right above her breastbone, looking up at Hermione with his eyes hooded with desire. Her head was tilted back where he had been kissing it, and he couldn't help but smirk at the way he sent her reeling. Feeling all too enticed at the sight, Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and sent their clothes flying, Hermione jumping slightly at the sudden cold. Standing up straight, he kissed her again before ordering her to lay down on the bed. Now it was her turn to smirk as she looked down at Draco's obvious arousal before kneeling slowly in front of him. He groaned loudly and reached up to brace himself against the large bed posts behind her.
Hermione was a gentle and thoughtful lover, and began slowly teasing him with soft, delicate hands, running them up and down his thighs and along the trail of hair that went down his stomach. Her touch had originated from pure curiosity, as her first night with Draco had been her first night with anyone. He had laid quietly as she took her time exploring his body, cataloguing all of the new information in her wild know-it-all brain, and he had never been more turned on by anything before. Now, although she was quite familiar with the pale wizard in front of her, Hermione still enjoyed relishing every moment and teasing him with simple touches. By the time she reached his cock, he was throbbing and desperate for any friction. She still moved slowly though, running featherlight fingers up and down his length, rubbing the tip ever so slightly. She grinned at this, knowing how mad it drove Draco, before plunging her mouth over him. He gasped as she took him all the way, pressing into the back of her throat as her tongue slid delicately over him. He ground his hips towards her and reached down for her hair as he threw his head back in delight. She repeated this over and over again, moving quicker each time before Draco stepped back quickly and grabbed her under her arms. Hermione squeaked and smiled brightly, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth, before scampering onto the bed.
Before she had a chance to turn around, Draco had captured her hips in his hands and pressed his cock against her, knowing just how ready she must be. He entered slowly at first, then wasted no time building speed and pressing into her completely. Hermione's moans were quieted by the remaining quilt as Draco forced his cock deep inside of her over and over and over again. She reached her hand back and began rubbing furiously, knowing she was close to climax. At the sight of this, Draco moved furiously, and at the feeling of his witch spasming around him, came intensely with heavy breaths. He was still slowly moving his cock in and out of her as he placed delicate kisses down her spine, covering her skin in goosebumps. At last, he fell behind her and gathered her in his arms, wrapping her up tightly against him.
"I imagine that was much nicer than visiting the French Ministry, no?" Hermione giggled as she ran gentle fingers over his hands wrapped around her.
"There is nothing else I would rather do than this, my love" he whispered into her ear before nipping slightly and licking her temple, sending her into another fit of giggles. He was grateful for this carefree life they shared together and never felt luckier than he did with her in his arms. They quieted again before drifting off into a peaceful and contented rest.
