"Remember that time I dyed my hair pink?" Draco asked from his position in front of the floor length mirror in Malfoy Manors master bedroom.
Hermione glanced at her towel clad husband and shuddered. "Vividly."
"Look, I think I'm getting greys." Draco mused, his brow crinkled in concern as he towelled his silver hair dry.
"How could you even tell?" Hermione giggled, smudging the eyeliner she was applying. "Drat."
Draco turned to her, clearly agonized by her lack on sympathy. "Because I can see they're grey instead of silver Granger. That's how I can tell."
"Well I hope you aren't going to dye them pink." She offered a she stood, winged eyeliner fixed, looking flawless in a green dress coat, black stockings, black ankle boots with silver buckles and nude lipstick. Her own unruly hair was smoothed into a low ponytail.
Her husband on the other hand was looking decidedly less ready to go. He was admittedly gorgeous, clean and smooth, though rather naked, clad only in a dark grey towel that was fastened low on his narrow hips. His pale skin was damp, fresh from the shower and his hair was a spiky mess from his towel drying and his recent inspection.
"You could care a little bit." Draco whined before catching sight of his wife's smirk. "And stop laughing! You won't be laughing when you go grey!"
Hermione covered her mouth, swallowing her laughter as she pulled a crisp white shirt from their closet and tossed it onto the bed followed by a suit and some boxers.
"I'm sorry. This is very serious." She tried, forcing her face to look contrite.
"You're a cold and unfeeling woman." He replied dispassionately.
"And you're running late." Hermione chided, chucking a tie on the bed as well. "Hurry up."
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Watching her children descend upon Narcissa Malfoy was a pleasing sight. Not only because they all looked so happy to see each other, but because Draco and Hermione were happy to see their children off with their grandparents and spend the day alone.
Luscious even managed to crack a cold smile so Hermione felt perfectly justified in leaving her children behind.
They apparated to Hogsmeade and spent some time visiting their old hang outs before walking through the crisp snow to their former home, the famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The grounds were quiet, most students were away, visiting their homes for the Christmas holidays. Draco insisted on sneaking in, reasonably wishing to avoid the current professors and remaining students.
Hermione would have liked to see Professor McGonagall, but when faced with the decision of seeing her or carrying out their sordid plans, her choice was already made.
They were sneaking along a corridor, a floor above the Gryffindor common room when Draco stopped leading Hermione, instead turned to face her and pressed her against the wall.
"I kind of want to punish you for being mean to me earlier." He whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Hermione shivered, her back against the cold wall, her front pressed into Draco's warmth. "How do you propose to do that?" She whispered, her lips scraping his chiselled jaw.
"I'll make it up as I go." Draco smiled devilishly and kissed her roughly, his tongue besieging her mouth.
Hermione whimpered, leaning into him, squeezing her thighs together as he accosted her.
Behind them the wall became a door, the Room of Requirement sensing their needs and opening for them. Draco wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her inside.
The room was semi lit, candles floating above them, silks strung around the room, a plush chaise longue awaiting them in a dark corner. Draco laid his wife down, drawing her hands up above her head and pinning them against the cushions as he knelt above her. His lips left a trail of hot kisses burning across her skin as his attention moved from her mouth to her bosom.
Her baby belly was pressed comfortably against his hard abdomen, his knees between hers, her ankles crossed around his back. Draco forcefully kissed the cleavage he could access, as they were both still fully clothed, his grip on her wrists unyielding as she panted beneath him.
His hardness was pressed against her, throbbing for her almost as much as her core was aching for him. Draco pushed her hands together above her head, holding them with only one of his own as he lifted her dress and pulling her stockings down to her knees. He slipped her cotton underwear to the side, slipping two fingers inside her to access her wetness, hissing as she writhed beneath him, trying to grind against his hand. He removed his fingers despite her protests and kissed her savagely.
Hermione's chest was heaving, her breathing heavy as she lay, pinned, exposed, and wanting.
Her nipples were stiff, her eyes wild with lust as she kissed Draco furtively, moaning, begging him to stimulate her throbbing clitoris.
Draco ignored her, still holding her wrists with one hand as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. With a little shuffling he pulled his hard cock free and gave it a few pumps. He directed the pulsing head to her entrance, running the tip up and down her slit a few times, avoiding the clitoris, inciting her even more.
He moved closer and pushed inside her, their closeness incredible as they balanced on the chaise longue, clothes still on, their faces inches apart as he thrust inside her, his girth filling her and making them both grunt in exertion.
Draco had both his hands in hers, their fingers intertwined as he held her down, pushing inside and out, his breath coming in rasps as he alternated between kissing Hermione wetly and resting his head against her breast as he impelled her.
Hermione was in a kind of delicious torture, a slow burning orgasm in its early beginnings from the pleasure her husband's cock provided her, but her clitoris woefully unattended too and aching with desperate need.
"Touch me please babe." She whimpered into his shoulder.
Draco smiled, pleased to have her begging him. "I can't hear you."
Hermione groaned in frustration and raised her voice. "PLEASE!"
Draco rolled his eyes and resumed running his lips along her collarbone.
"Malfoy!" Her frustration evident as she kicked her legs indignantly. His speed was increasing and his breathing becoming more laboured as he ignored her and Hermione began to actually fear he meant to cum and leave her mid build. In desperation for attention, her hands useless, her body pinned, she bit her teeth down on her husband's shoulder.
"Oi!" He shouted, jumping, unhurt due to the layers of clothes but certainly paying attention now.
"I'm sorry I laughed at you!" Hermione panted, earning herself a big kiss and a slender thumb pressed against her nub, Draco expertly manipulating her clitoris until she was caught up with him.
Within in moments she was rocking hard beneath him, her body pulsing with pleasure as she came, his own body becoming rigid as he came just after, spurting his load inside her, the last few thrust pushing deep inside.
"Oh I love you silly man." Hermione mumbled, kissing his head affectionately as he rested on her breast. "Of course you do." He muttered. "I'm sexy as fuck."
"Yeah you are, whether your silver, pink, or grey." She promised as he hugged her tight.
"Same for you babe."