Drops a smut alert.
Thanks once again, my amazing Magzillasaurus, for your outstanding beta work.
Leaves to go brainstorm on the most wanted chapter of this fic. I'm too sexy for my ...
Chapter Twenty
"Bloody hell, I don't feel good."
Hermione accio'ed a bucket from her bathroom just in time before the contents of Draco's stomach could soil her bed. He leaned back on the mattress to recover his breath but found faster than earlier the damn container for a new round. All the while Hermione rubbed his back with sleepy eyes.
It was three in the morning. No way they would be repeating shots and ales and a few other alcoholic drinks in one night. His tolerance for Muggle beverages wasn't up to the challenge.
"My head, fuck me…" Hand over his eyes against the dimmed light of her night lamp, he cursed his choices also. "Turn the bloody light off." He swallowed, "Please."
"Will you need the bucket again?" Her voice less pleasant as being commanded wasn't her favourite pastime.
"Woman, don't talk so loud…" He grunted, realising he was saying all the wrong things to his love interest. "My head hurts like hell, it's like a hippogriff knocking with his beak on the same spot all over again. Bonk, Bonk, Bonk."
"Don't complain, I didn't hear you turn down a drink earlier…" Instead, she soaked a cloth in her bathroom to put over his forehead, a gesture more than appreciated by the suffering wizard. The bucket was cleaned of its smelly content in a jiffy, but she let it remain next to his side of the bed. As for last, she gave him a fresh glass of water.
"Don't you have a sober-up potion?" Draco used the wet cloth to refresh his whole face, wiping away a bit of his ill humour and trying to regain her good graces.
"I don't need those." Hermione got inside of the bed sour looking, he kept sharing orders as if she was one of his house elves. Let him cook in his own juices for once.
"Aren't you worried?"
"You'll survive a hangover. No." Pulling more than her share of the sheet, she turned to the other side. Of sleep, alas, nothing came to pass. She wasn't one to ignore a person in need, even if said person was the cause of his own problems. Draco kept turning and groaning from the mother of all headaches, by the sounds.
"Hermione…"
"You can be a whiny baby, do you know it? No different than Ron or Harry."
She turned roughly in bed, made the mattress shake heavy and he moaned. He was scratching shots out of his Muggle favourite drinks list. At first, her outstretched hand with a white pill in the palm didn't register, opening his eyes and the low lightening wasn't a good combination.
"Draco, take the damn medicine."
"What is that?"
"Poison. Anti-ferret drug." The way he looked at her, made her feel sorry for his suffering, "Draco, it's a regular painkiller. It will chase away the headache you feel, so you can sleep and let me sleep." She took it between two fingers and held it before his lips, holding the glass of water in her other hand. "I don't do well with shouting tyrants. Ask instead of commanding, or we'll have problems."
He accepted her pill, recognising the issue, "I'm sorry." The new glass of water felt like a blessing, his mouth felt as dry as a parchment sheet. She got in bed, and he curled around her body, seeking comfort. "Stop me from drinking so much next time."
Her hands soothed him, rubbing his scalp in hypnotic rotating gestures. Her heartbeat under his ears lulled him into sleep, especially when his head was resting against the softest pillow he knew, her breasts. He snuggled deeper and surrendered to his exhaustion.
His witch, however, was wide awake. Draco somehow belonged inside her arms; pulling him closer against her frame. It took her almost an hour to find peace, his warm breath against her breasts, and a hand close to her lower half turning her into a horny mess and she had to employ images of Umbridge to steer away from the arousing thoughts her mind was crowded with.
He was at this point no human being who could perform on that field, anyway.
-oOo-
Someone woke up by the rubbing of an erection between the globes.
It was way too early to open the eyes, breaking dawn barely lightening up the sky, so Hermione snuggled against the strong body behind her, who was rubbing himself on her; a hand trailing higher through her belly towards her breasts, under her nighty.
She felt the arm under the pillow she used, move to pull her closer, his hot breath on her neck.
The hand kneaded her flesh, pinching and tweaking the nipple until it pebbled under his fingers. Hermione pushed her breast deeper into his hand.
His palms changed places, and the upper arm travelled down to cup her, rubbing a finger between the nether lips through her knickers. She moaned, offering her neck to be devoured.
The sensations he woke within her stronger than her resolve to keep their first night neatly intact. Her determination melted severely when said finger found its way behind the crotch and spread the wetness before it concentrated on the clit, aided by a second equally wet digit. Nothing could stop her hips of humping against his bulge, nor the little noises leaving her parted lips while his tongue drew trails between earlobe and her throat.
Hermione turned half towards him, hungry for his mouth. Lips clashed, tongues twirled around, teeth nibbled.
"My head is pounding like hell, woman, but I…"
"We should stop then-"
He fingered her deep and determined, "Should we? Don't you want me to finish my little job here?" Hermione arched in response, moan stoking in her throat, "Your cavern is so soft, and hot, so sleek with wetness. My cock is begging for entrance, can you imagine my hard rod spreading your walls, to accommodate me in the best way?"
The fingers were insistent in their resolve to break her control, gliding effortlessly at an increasing pace. The squelching sounds rising to the surface told them both how much she was enjoying the attention. "You're making it very difficult for me to not lower my trunks and possess you in one thrust."
Her hand cupped him through the fabric, pumping in an erratic rhythm, squeezing at the pace of those shivers down her spine. "Will you finish me off as I'll make you cum on my fingers?"
A husky yes escaped her throat, speaking more coherent words was basically impossible. His hand demonstrated the pace his cock needed, before returning to their own task, fingers curling inside, while the palm rubbed her nub with pressure. Hermione complied, though keeping it a steady beat was a darn difficult job.
The hand on her breast pinched hard on the nipple before a hot mouth bit and sucked like a hungry man. He growled as the maddening pace of her hand on his groin hardened him even more than he already was. "Hermione, you're driving me crazy… love… fuck…"
She fumbled with her knickers. Fingers weren't enough anymore, she wanted to be consumed by him. The horny thoughts of a few hours ago returned in full force. Taking control, she pushed him onto his back, pulled his trunks down his waist, straddled him and sank her needy pussy onto his dick, mewling from the feeling of being stretched.
"Ah, fuck... love… you feel so perfect." He possessed her mouth, grunting at every rise of her hips, hands helping her keep up the pace. Hermione's own moans muffled between his lips, as she increased the rhythm to seek release.
Draco pushed her up, cascading the waterfall of curls around her upper body before cupping both tits and worshipping them as two precious possessions. Moans mixed with the sound of slapping flesh and male grunts.
The edge was near. So close, that Hermione took one of his hands and lead him towards the apex pushing his thumb where she needed him to be, after which she sought support on his chest for her stretched arms to rut harder onto his cock. He filled her to the brim, the perfect piece of her puzzle.
Draco dragged her by the neck and slammed his lips onto hers, teeth clashing before the mouths shaped around each other, "Fuck me, love. Cum over my cock, I'm going to fill your womb with my spunk, woman. You are mine… Yes, love... fuck... that's it…" He pushed her harder on him, feeling the coil in his own belly burning with desire to explode. Increasing the pressure of his thumb on her nub, he bit on an offered nipple and felt her snap gloriously over his dick, walls fluttering and milking him wantonly.
The ripples of her orgasm broke through his own control, and he slammed her hips against him, jerking inside her at his peak. A guttural growl rose from his throat. He knew she could be passionate, but it overtook his senses to feel her explode without restraints around his cock. "Fuck, woman… I… I…" His brain refused to cooperate, fighting the beating sensation on the back of his head, and the overwhelming feeling of the powerful orgasm he just experienced.
Unable to speak, he snaked his arms around her, keeping her grounded on top of him, even when he felt his member soften and abandon its warm cocoon. Thumb rubbing circles on her shoulder blade.
Taking control of his breath was a difficult hurdle, for her just as much, if he went by the hot puffs of air against his chest. But her breathing evened faster, and she rose her head to watch him closely. Eyelashes batting sleepy in search of his gaze, "I guess I broke my rule to wait."
"You will not hear me complain, love. But I could use one of those white pills you gave me. I feel the knocking increasing again in the back of my head." He felt a wave of cold air when she got up to pick a new dose of painkiller medicine. Grateful, he accepted it, catching her hand to pull her once again on top of him.
"Do you remember anything you said yesterday night?"
"Shards…" His mouth curled halfway.
"Do you remember telling the whole world how perfect my titties are? How do you love to nibble on them? Ginny and Daphne had a blast…"
"I don't hear any lies, your tits are my third favourite body part. Those two will keep it shut if it was Blaise however… don't be mean, woman… I was drunk, and it destroyed my filter. I would never say a thing like it in a public place. Think about it, instead, yes and often." He fended off a swat on his shoulder.
"I'm going to snuggle a little longer, someone exhausted me, and it's still dark outside." She made herself comfortable on his chest once more, too lazy to put anything other than her knickers back on. "Third eh? Which is number one and two?"
"Number two is definitely your pussy. I knew it was going to fit my cock perfectly and it tastes sublime. The undisputable number one? A status-quo. Your brain and heart. How you can be forgiving and sassy, with exceptional intelligence." He flipped them to nestle his head between her breasts, accio'ing the wand to scourgify his body before snuggling within her cradling arms. "Do we need a contraceptive charm? I want my son to grow in your womb, but it's a tad too early for babies. I have plans for both of us."
She smiled lazily, "No, I'm on the potion. What plans?" Sleep was taking over her senses, but Hermione wanted her answer first.
Draco felt lulled by her heartbeat against his ear, "Travel the world with you. Go with you to operas and concerts, give you all you deserve before a baby limits our life for a while." That last surprised her, and he elaborated, "I was raised by a house elf. My mother loves me I know it; my father and I aren't in a good place right now. But often were the times that I was left behind, often were the times when my playmate was an elf. Society life had a priority, I don't want to give that to my children. I want them to consider me their best friend because I'll be there at every step."
She knew the pureblood way of child-raising stood in heavy contrast to the way she had been raised, but to hear him say what he missed in his childhood stabbed her heart as much as it warmed it. He wanted to be a dad, not only a father. "No nanny?"
"Only assisting for those moments we can't avoid, or when I want to take you somewhere, you know? Not for a daily routine." His gaze sought hers, "Our children will not be fashion accessories, but our greatest wealth." He kissed her intensely, "When it's time. First, I want us to enjoy the perks of being free to go and travel where we want. Go to Paris, New York… you name it."
"Musicals on Broadway? Visit the greatest libraries on earth? Or the Egyptian Pyramids?"
"What's the dream wedding in your mind?"
"Small, just with our most tight group of friends, nothing for the society newspapers."
"Our friends, my mother, your parents?"
"If you don't mind, I would like to invite the Weasley's, my parents will not be there as you know…" A shaky breath left her lips, "As I told you a few weeks ago, they are living a new life in Australia, completely oblivious to the fact they have a daughter here. I had to protect them from the Death Eaters, and, when I do something, I do it thoroughly, too thoroughly in their case. It can't be reversed." The lump in her throat didn't diminish, no matter how long it was now.
"Are you sure? We have access to the best mind healers in the world, love. Resources enough, the cos-"
"Kingsley and Minerva contacted all of them, for me. It can't be reversed without damaging their brains. My consolation is that they live happy lives, down under." His hand caressed her face, apologetically.
"I'm so sorry… what I did to you."
"You didn't do a thing, this isn't your fault. Not all the sins of Egypt are yours to blame. Molly and Arthur are the closest things I have to parents, at the moment." The pale thumb dried the escaping tear, wishing it could erase the pain as well.
"Do you want to visit them too?"
"Better not, I don't do well when I watch them knowing they don't recognise me." Hermione let a deep sigh escape her lips, "What is your dream wedding?"
"The biggest, most decadent party, full of photographers, one and all glamorous."
"I fear you'll have to find another woman to marry, then. I'm fed up with the spotlight."
"You daft woman, you really buy every piece of crap I sell don't you?"
"I can't trust your word then?"
"I was joking, woman. Hermione, what good woulda super public wedding do? Allow everyone to have their opinion about the catering? What your dress looks like? In my case, what a lucky bastard I am to gain your graces, as I'm a fucking former-Death Eater? Wondering if I might have Imperio'ed you? I'll pass, thank you. If not for my mother, I would elope with you. Skip all the must-be and focus on what matters, connecting my life to yours."
"Are you so certain I'll say yes?"
"I just fucked you into the mattress, witch!"
"You're not the first wizard I shagged. You know what they say when you feel an itch, scra-" Her mouth was silenced by a tongue, while pale fingers did short work of her knickers and his trunks, a hard member filling her to the brim once again.
"I'm not your first, but I'll be your only one from now on. Don't repeat those words." He thrust hard, underlining his statement, "Or I'll spank your nice behind until it shows the colours of your bloody House."
Answering back was impossible, as his tongue fucked her mouth just as his cock was taking her pussy. Leaving them afterwards out of breath and satisfied to the bone. His threat floating in the air, as a game for the next time.