For those of you that were waiting for the smut, here we are!

He wasn't going to fuck this up.

It was a chance, a fragile sort of thing that felt as though it could fall apart if he did the tiniest thing wrong even though he knew that wasn't the case. She wanted this too, Draco reminded himself. Knowing it wasn't only him gave him some peace of mind, but then his mind would return to the fact that he'd fucked everything up before and it wouldn't be a surprise to anyone who knew him if he did it again.

"You look like you're going to be sick." Granger stood in the doorway, his shirt now gone and replaced with a sundress that had him ogling her thighs. "Are you alright?"

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"That means no," she laughed. "So, you're worried too, then?"

Draco swallowed. "You look pretty."

She'd tamed her hair, as much as it could be, and it dropped over her shoulder, wild curls that he wanted to twist around his fingers. With her footsteps barely there against the carpet, she crossed the gap between them in his bedroom, and sat beside him on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath their weight. "You know, you're going to work yourself into a complex."

"You mentioned how each time you tried to speak with me, the memory of us came back."

Granger pulled his hand from his neck and pressed it to her cheek. "That was true, but now I know you were lying to me. While that upset me, it doesn't now. I'm happy you're here and instead of panicking about how this will turn out, it's going to be day by day. It's hard enough with the Ministry's interference; we shouldn't add to that."

Sliding his fingers along the hem of her dress, Draco toyed with it and smirked when her skin broke into gooseflesh. "You're right."

"I usually am." She stretched up to kiss him, and regardless of how simple the motion was, Draco didn't think he could ever tire of it. "Now, will you please have a good day with me?"

Once she realized he didn't have a plan at all—which he begrudgingly admitted—Granger slid her hands into his and dragged him into the Floo while promising she had plenty of ideas. She'd asked him beforehand if he would mind taking a trip into the muggle world, and told him there was something she'd always wanted to do, but she wouldn't tell him what it was.

In the heart of muggle London, cars rushed past them while he wished he'd brought a coat.

"I didn't know it was supposed to rain today." Granger held her bag over her head, and droplets of water slid down her neck and shoulders anyway. "If you like, we can—"

"It's just a bit of water. We aren't going to melt."

"You're right that you won't."

He quirked a brow. "Are you implying that I'm not sweet?"

"Surly, sarcastic—" She began to recite as strangers continued to pass them on the sidewalk. "Alright, I'll admit that you're actually very sweet, but I don't think you've revealed that to many witches. Certainly no wizards."

"You were going to tell me what we're here for." A taxi sped by, hitting a puddle at an inopportune time and drenching them both. "You bag is charmed, isn't it?" He was careful to keep his voice low.

She nodded. "Well, I was thinking about that and it's more for me, which isn't really fair—"

"Good God, please tell me where you want to go. I will take you anywhere you want to go, Granger. I'm sure I'll have a bloody fantastic time as long as you're there." His hands were shoved in his pockets and there was no time to catch her when she pressed up against him. "What are you—?"

He expected a kiss honestly, but Granger slid her arms under the thin jacket he wore and buried her face in his chest. "You're warm," came the muffled reply. "Wearing a dress may not have been my best idea, but I thought you'd like it."

Oh, he certainly did, especially with the onslaught of rain causing it to stick her like a second skin.

A man passed them then, his eyes dangerously low on her arse.

"Please don't mistake how much I love this dress, but we should find a shop and a change of clothes." His voice was crisp, a sharp edge in his voice.

"Someone stared at my arse, didn't they?" Granger laughed. "Come on, I know a good shop near here."

"I'm going to try these on," she told him quietly, and tilted her head toward the changing room. "I'll be right back."

Still gripping a pair of jeans that she'd grabbed for him, pleading with big brown eyes that he wore them, Draco stared after her.

She glanced over her shoulder, smiling and he caught on.

Dodging the elderly sales clerk that had been watching them since they entered the store wasn't easy, considering she was still watching him. Desperate to cause a distraction, he focused on wandless magic while his hand was in his pocket and smirked when a rack across the store fell over.

And then all the clothes on the wall collapsed and she shrieked.

Draco rushed into the changing room a second after, and found that Granger had left the door unlocked. "You're lucky it was me, and not some other bloke who just happened to wander in here."

"That woman—"

He shook his head. "She'll be busy for a while. Don't worry about her." Draco took a step forward, cupping both sides of her face and slanted his lips to hers. "Quiet, Granger or you'll get us caught."

She wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her, and pinned her to the wall. "Draco…" she whimpered. Granger dug her heels into the bottom of his back while he kissed down her jaw, then her neck and nibbled the sensitive flesh where her throat met her shoulder. "You're going to leave a mark."

God, he couldn't think of anything else he'd rather do.

Granger whimpered as she dug her fingers into his hair, nails scraping his scalp as her head tipped backward and hit the wall. "I really do—oh, God,"

He could feel the rise and fall of her chest against him.

"Need to try on the clothes," she managed raggedly. "Women's sizes are always off—"

Draco pulled her away from the wall, still kissing her and sat on the bench in the corner of the dressing room. "Of course, how could I forget?" A low hiss slipped between his teeth when she ground down on him, wiggling her hips while her nails dug into his shoulders. "Let me help with that."

Pulling the hem of her dress up, he watched her eyes darken and Granger let him pull it over her head.

Fucking hell.

"The dress is charmed," Granger whispered against his lips. "It's strapless, you see and I didn't have a bra to wear with it."

He was going to die.

She sat in his lap while wearing only a pair of lace knickers that he was certain had been chosen with him in mind as he fingered the delicate fabric. "Naughty witch,"

Granger pulled his hand to her breast, and leaned down again. "How long do you think she'll be busy?"

They heard another rack fall, another shout.

"Draco, you didn't."

He was authorized to use magic in the muggle world, and it wouldn't be flagged for something as simple as a shop going through a series of hijinks. "Do you want to come?" Draco traced the words into her skin, his lips sliding across her collarbone and down. "Right here while you sit in my lap?"

A broken, little mewl slipped out of her.

Draco's lips skimmed the softness of her breast, his tongue darting out as he lifted her on his knees until his tongue rolled across her nipple and she tensed. "Let go, Granger."

She mutters that she wishes she could cast a silencing charm, but then she says there's something so thrilling about the prospect of being caught. Her hips pressed to him again, the thinness of her knickers doing nothing while she rubs herself against the feel of his cock through his trousers. She whispered his name, and whimpered as he dragged his nails down her back, muttering that she hoped he left marks and that she needed him,

He pulled her knickers to the side, half-tempted to break rules even farther by vanishing them all together, but he didn't.

Granger's hot against his fingers, her folds slick and she whined into the crook of his neck as he took his time to draw each sound out of her, all for himself. "You're teasing—"

He was and he shouldn't.

Two fingers slid into her, and he watched in awe as her back arched and her breasts shook. Draco dragged his thumb across her clit, each stroke quicker than the last as his fingers pumped into her. "Will you answer my question?"

"I forgot the question," she laughed weakly.

He loved her, and he'd known that, but fuck, he loved her. "Do you want to come?"

She gasped under her breath and told him that was such a stupid question. Her hips bucked against him and Granger's teeth cut into the plush of her lower lip. "Yes, right here."

Draco curled his fingers in her hair and closed his mouth around her nipple, swiping his tongue across it and angled his fingers to make her cry out. Watching her bite her lip to keep quiet while holding onto his shoulders, he wanted to unzip his trousers and watch her sink down on him.

Time was ticking down though. The stern looking shop clerk would eventually fix the mess he made and notice that something was happening because Granger really wasn't quiet at all. Not that he wanted her to be either.

"I'm close," she stuttered. "Faster."

"You are so fucking bossy."

"You fucking like it."

He did.

His fingers curled inside her one last time, the roughness of his thumb sliding over her clit and she cried out much, much louder than all of the previous times combined.

Granger clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh, no."

Draco grinned and pulled her down to kiss her until she was quiet again. "We should probably go."

"You're…" She gestured down, fingers brushing his erection through his trousers. "It's hardly fair is all."

With her still staring at him, he slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean.

It was worth the reaction when red sprung to her cheeks. "Draco?"

He was still tracing the swell of her breath. "What, Granger?"

"I think I'd like to go home now."

While Draco wasn't laughing at her, he didn't think she appreciated the fact that there was a difference. "You promised me an all-day date, love. I intend to collect."

She groaned and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. "You probably won't like it."

"We went over this."

"Besides, most newlyweds spend the majority of their time shagging."

Snorting, Draco pushed his hair back. "We're not most newlyweds, in case you haven't noticed. Tell me what you want to do."

She sighed. "There's an art studio in London where couples go. Anyway, we would both paint a picture while following along with the instructor. There's wine supplied as well, and I'm sure they carry stronger booze as well, if you'd like." Much as she tried, Granger couldn't curb her excitement just talking about it.

His lips brushed her temple. "We'll go then."

By the time they escaped the dressing room, her dress was dry and she opted to wear it anyway while sending a wink his way. He bought the muggle jeans, because she'd wanted him too, and the sales clerk apparently wasn't fooled at all as she stared at them.

In the taxi, he slid a hand along the inside of her leg and up her thigh, while whispering in her ear that he would bet he could have her cunt tightening around his fingers by the time they reached their destination.

Granger huffed when he wouldn't show her his canvas throughout the class, even pouting at one point which had come very close to causing him to cave. The couple in front of them was friendly enough, explaining that they had been together for two years, but Draco spotted no ring on the woman's finger. When they asked how long Draco and Hermione had been together, he paused.

He hadn't expected a question like this to pop up.

"We were married yesterday," Granger said smoothly, dragging a brush down her canvas—which was hidden from him out of playful spite. "We've known each other since school though; we even dated previously." She gave a little laugh and spun it as a charming little tale of reconnecting.

"It sounds like fate," Claire said, and she looked toward her boyfriend, who missed it entirely. "Congratulations."

Muggle liquor was stronger than Ogdens, and he imagined that was partially due to the terrible taste of it as it slid down his throat. "The booze is cheap." Draco whispered.

She squashed his foot and sipped red wine. "Oh, is it not to the Malfoy standard?" Her eyes were bright with amusement and she tried to peek at his canvas. "Malfoy, come on—"

He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Married couples don't normally call the other by their surnames, Granger."

"Or their maiden names." She sniffed.

When no one in the group was looking—the instructor had become more interested in her wine then her palette, and the couple in front of them had begun to bicker—Draco dipped his finger into blue paint and dotted Granger's nose.

She flicked a brush in his direction and red stretched diagonally across his face. "You little witch."

"You did it first!"

"Let's keep our paint on the canvas!" The woman at the head of the room clapped her hands and poured another glass of wine.

At the end, Granger showed him a sunset that looked better than the example, and he said as much. He watched her cheeks fill with color while she tucked a curl behind her ear and she pointed to his canvas.

"Will you show me yours now?"

Suddenly, he wished he'd painted the bloody sunset instead of ignoring the point of the class. She might think him odd, and he tried to object and say that maybe it wasn't very good, but she grabbed the canvas and turned it around.

A strangled sound lodged in her throat and regret swept over him. Rubbing the back of his neck, heat claiming the inside of his cheeks and he hoped it didn't show on the outside, he said, "The sunset wasn't inspiring."

"Draco, this is—" Granger carefully leaned it against the table and slid her palms up his chest while stretching up.

"Must have been some sunset," the boyfriend from earlier joked.

Keen as ever, Granger dropped away from him and turned the painting around. "No, he painted me." She wrapped one arm around his waist and smiled up at him.

"Holy—" Claire began. "Did you study art?"

"My mother and father hired several tutors when I was a child." Draco said, pleased that it was not entirely a lie.

The boyfriend's gaze climbed from Draco's feet to his face. "Makes sense."

He didn't care for the man's tone. From the looks of it, neither did Granger but she steered him to the side and asked quietly, "I would actually like to go home now."

"We could get lunch." It'd always been fun to work her up the way he was, and he knew that if she could, Granger would have Apparated them out of that shop and into their flat in a moment. "No lunch?"

She shook her head. "Perhaps an early dinner instead." With a polite goodbye to the rest of the class, she wrapped both of their paintings individually and pulled him out onto the street. "It's incredible."

Draco watched her curls bounce as she led him down the street in a hurry until she turned down a seedy looking alley and brought him all the way to the end of it where they could stand in an inlet of the wall, cut off from the rest of the street should anyone look down it.

Standing against him with his hand coming to rest on her waist, Granger drew her wand and they vanished from the spot.

They landed in his bedroom, and he arched a brow. "Awfully presumptuous of you."

She leaned the paintings against the wall, and dropped her hands to the button of his trousers. "I've been waiting to finish what we started since we left that shop. My knickers had been soaked all morning." Unbuttoning his trousers, she dragged the zipper down while pulling it away from him. "I would have shagged you then."

His voice was hoarse when he said, "I wanted to hear you crying out without worrying someone inevitably interrupting us."

"Like it would have stopped you."

It was true and he'd been about to say as much, but she dropped to her knees in front of him and Draco found that he wasn't sure what to say at all. Until— "Take off the dress."

"Shall I leave the knickers?"

He nodded. He'd drag them off of her later with his teeth. Draco watched as she pulled the edge of his boxers down, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Hard in her hand, she stilled for a single moment—thought it felt like longer—before flicking the tip of her tongue against the head of him.

"Fuck!"

Her lips swallowed him; her tongue moved against him and she continued to stroke him in time with her mouth.

Curls were crushed in his hand as he gripped her hair, guiding her forward and he groaned her name. What spilled out of him was a string of curses, and her name over and over again as she gripped his thighs and leaned into every inch of him.

He was barely able to tell her to get up, practically pleaded with her to get on the bed, and he pulled her hair—maybe too roughly—and she moaned around him.

They stumbled backward together, her knees meeting the back of the bed, and she crawled backward. There was a damp spot on her knickers and he was so mind-numbingly fucked. Draco pushed his jeans down, and kicked them to the side while pulling his shirt up and over his head before joining her.

"Come here," he rasped. Laying beside her, he dipped his fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit through thin lace.

His hips jerked when she closed her fist around his cock and turned to hide her face. "No more waiting," Granger whimpered, her thighs trembling and nearly closing on his hand. She tilted his face toward hers, and hitched her leg over his hip. "Draco."

He did drag her knickers down, the scrap of lace trapped between his teeth when he pushed her onto his back and rested in the cradle of her thighs. Draco managed to murmur that she was so fucking stunning before lifting her legs over his shoulders and sliding into her.

Hermione's back arched and she cried out while holding onto his forearms. "Oh…" Nails dug into the flesh of his arms, sure to leave crescent shaped marks that he would relish later.

Shifting his hips, he thrust into her, feeling her cunt tighten around him with each shuddering breath that left her.

She reached between her legs, fingers barely sliding over her clit as the snap of his hips quickened. "Will you touch yourself for me?" He groaned. "Will you play with your clit for me until you come on my cock?"

Her lips shaped a word, but nothing came out, and she nodded fervently, two fingers circling the bundle of nerves as her hips lifted off the bed. "Draco—Draco—"

If he were better, he thought darkly, Draco wouldn't have been as close to his own climax as he was, but he was teetering dangerously close to an edge.

But first he wanted—needed—to see her fall apart.

Granger's eyes fluttered shut as he replaced her fingers with his own, and pressed his thumb to her clit. In deliberate, quick strokes, he watched the pressure build in the way her back arched, the way her toes curled while her legs rested over his shoulders until her lips formed a pretty little o and she sucked in a breath.

"Come on my cock, love," he growled.

Another thrust, harder than the rest and her shriek surely echoed in the flat.

One last swirl of his fingers and Hermione's hands fisted in the sheets as she whimpered his name and held onto him with one hand. Her chest rose and fell with short, laboured breaths, and she was boneless against him. "That was so bloody good."

Draco remained between her legs and knelt down, swiping his tongue over her folds, all the way to her clit, and watched her body spasm. He waited to see if she would say she was too sensitive—which he would understand—but she didn't.

"I'm a mess," she moaned. "And you just—I don't think you want to—"

"My come is dripping out of your pretty cunt and down your legs," he rasped, his voice thick. "It doesn't bother me. Besides, what was it you said? That most newlyweds spent all day in bed?'

Feigning coy, she lifted herself up onto her elbows and nodded. "I did say that." Rather than pushing him away, she gripped his hair and nudged him down.

This year has been an odd year, and my creativity is largely spent. I'm participating in some fests, but I don't think I'll be releasing any major projects for the rest of the year. But I'm still working on my smut collection and some things for ACoTaR, just for fun. I hope the world is treating all of you well!