Drastic measures
M-rating for lemons and language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and I am making no money off this.
Here it is, the end of this little fic. I'm a sucker for a bit of a fluffy HEA so I hope you've enjoyed the ride and MERRY CHRISTMAS! (if you celebrate that holiday that is and if not, then soon to be HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!) It's fluffy and rather smutty so I hope you like the mix, ENJOY!
P.S. Just so you know, I am considering writing equally short companion fics about Harry, Blaise and Theo, I don't have anything ready at all, I just have plans and ideas-galore.
Cheery hugs all around because my holiday started today, yay! HSBJ
Slowly, so achingly slowly did he undo her dress. It was like some sort of divine torture.
She felt blisteringly hot and only he could quench her fire within. She hadn't worn a bra under the dress so when he dropped it to the floor, she was left in a skimpy thong and her towering heels and still she was shorter than him.
He was perfect, her version of perfect for her.
He stayed very close behind her and started dotting her neck and jaw with small kisses and his tongue darted out every now and then to tease her highly sensitive flesh. He ran both his hands down her sides, a move that usually would have made her giggle but now only made the temperature inside her rise further. He brought his hands together on her lower belly and that's when they each went their separate ways. One hand moved towards her breasts and one moved down towards the top of her lacy thong.
His lower hand stilled on her mound, just above where she desperately wanted it to go, before he applied a bit of pressure to push her hips back as he moved his own hips forward. She could feel his prominent length on her arse and she moaned loudly at the small amount of friction. It was exhilarating. She was practically naked and he was still fully dressed.
That's when he started talking and instantly she was putty in his hands. He was whispering in her ear as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument. "I am burning for you Hermione, you don't know what you do to me." He ground his hips into her backside again and again while peppering her neck with kisses and suckling on a particularly susceptive spot just at the base of her neck. "Oh gods, what you do to me." His voice was deep and husky, he was overwhelming her senses completely and she surrendered to him.
She was in a lust-filled daze and she dimly registered him quickly dispensing of his clothing without releasing her completely. A jolt of electricity went through her as he suddenly stood flush up against her utterly naked.
He was hard where she was soft, he had muscles where she had subtle curves. They were a perfect fit.
His lower hand moved to where she needed it most. He was almost purring huskily in her ear when he felt her soaking core. "Mm, so wet and all for me I hope?" She could only nod weakly as his nimble fingers continued their leisurely exploration of her generously lubricated folds and his upper hand was rolling and lightly pinching her nipples in turn so they stood erect from her flushed body.
Without preamble or warning, he thrust a single finger inside her and her knees went weak instantly. He was holding her up as he then added a second finger and set a punishing rhythm while his thumb lightly circled her clit.
She moaned again loudly and deeply with a sense of urgency, aching for that elusive release he was coaxing her towards.
He continued to whisper in her ear as he softly bit her earlobe, suckled the sensitive spot on her neck, pinching her nipples and continued grinding his hips into her arse. Her breath came in short gasps as he wound her body tighter and tighter. Then he curled his fingers slightly to rub her g-spot.
Her climax came suddenly and she almost screamed out loud, shouting his name into the dimly lit room, her inner muscles contracting around his fingers, drawing them in deeper and her hips greedily writhing against him as he eased her through wave after wave of blessed release.
When he gently removed his hand, he turned her around to look at him, keeping one hand on her hip. His eyes were darkened with lust and his erection throbbing against her belly was leaking clear liquid. He raised his hand and licked his fingers clean of her juices, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers.
When he was done, he kissed her so sweetly, so softly that she could have cried. But she didn't, she didn't feel like crying because she was trembling with need for him that even though she had just come, she needed him now.
She quickly dispensed of her thong, pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. It was every single wet fantasy he'd ever had rolled into one, but it was better in real life, so much better.
She put both her small hands on his chest and bent down to kiss him again while she was slowly grinding her juices all over his throbbing length. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to feel her so he rolled them over and braced most of his weight on his elbows.
Her knees were bent and she was almost clawing at his back to get him inside her. He poised himself at her entrance, preparing himself to make it last, when she locked her legs around his hips, forcing him suddenly deep inside her.
She was exquisite, hot, pulsing and plush. He fought desperately for control. A part of his brain was screaming at him to go fast, take her, own her, make her his.
He forced himself to go slow, to savour her as she ought to be savoured. He whispered her name over and over and his hands roamed over her petite form, caressing every inch he could reach.
Those ideas he had of taking it slow however, was soon discarded. She was fantastic, her face was scrunched in wild abandonment, she was gasping and writhing underneath him as they were moving together in sync faster and harder, setting a punishing rhythm. She was lifting her pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust, her hands clutching him to her.
He adjusted his angle inside her and she started whimpering. She clasped her hands behind his neck and bit down on the soft tissue on his shoulder. It sent an electric shock through his body and he picked up the pace yet again. He could sense her climax building again, her breath was jagged and came in short bursts before she started repeatedly saying his name like a prayer.
He could feel nothing but her, it sent sparks of heat blazing through his body, she was all around him and he kissed her, hard, catching her screaming orgasm in his mouth. Her core clenched down on him, tightening and pulsing, pulling him with her as her climax went through her and she convulsed below him.
He came harder than he'd ever come before, he pushed his breath out in a hiss and closed his eyes in utter contentment.
There would never be another woman for him. Never.
It would only ever be Hermione.
They spent the entire night kissing, sleeping and having sex as many times as they were able. They had achingly slow sex in the bed and a hard, fast fuck with her sitting on the kitchen counter when they'd gotten hungry during the night.
Their hunger for each other wasn't going away. They kept waking each other up in the most delicious of situations and they both loved it.
As the sun had risen and was streaming into her bedroom, they considered leaving their comfortable bubble.
Well, considered it and dismissed the idea immediately.
They spent the entire day worshipping each other and talking. He in turn laughed and frowned when she told him about some of her most overt attempts to gain his attention and answered her as to why he'd reacted the way he did. Though every time he tried to explain himself, his reasons now seemed hollow and weak.
They were together, it was meant to be.
He knew he couldn't escape his mother much longer.
As they'd spent the most amazing weekend together ensconced in her flat, he knew he needed to speak with her. She needed to know and put a stop to the betrothal proceedings. Luckily nothing was supposed to be signed until after he'd started courting Astoria. He thanked his lucky stars for that.
He was supposed to have dinner at Malfoy Manor with his mother and Astoria Sunday evening. It was the perfect opportunity to let them both know in a private setting. He wasn't much inclined to get a public set down from his mother.
When he left Hermione's flat on Sunday it was with many kisses and very reluctantly, even though he knew he needed to go home and change before the dinner. It wasn't considered good form by Narcissa Malfoy to show up in crumpled clothing and his clothes definitely was as wrinkled as possible from being on Hermione's bedroom floor for the most part of an entire weekend.
Except his button up, it was less wrinkled as Hermione had been walking around in it with nothing underneath. He took in the scent covertly as he walked towards the apparition point. He was running late. He hadn't wanted to leave her. He still felt the pull to go back and never leave.
But this had to be done. They had to know that he would not go through with courting and marrying Astoria.
After a quick change, as he and Hermione had taken a very long and satisfactory shower together before he left, he flooed to the Manor about ten minutes late.
A house elf met him and rushed him through the Manor to the salon where his mother and Astoria was chatting and having a glass of wine.
When he entered, his mother looked at him reprovingly. "Draco, it's not like you to be late darling."
He kissed her cheek. "My apologies mother." She gave him a quick questioning look which he studiously ignored, he wasn't going to elaborate on why he was late.
Astoria held out her hand to be kissed and like the gentleman he was, he kissed her hand and dropped it immediately as custom demanded between two purebloods who was not affianced. After that, he zoned out completely, reliving a particularly good memory from his shower with Hermione where he had lifted her up, back against the tiles and taken her like there was no tomorrow.
Since he hadn't been all that enthusiastic about his mother's match before this weekend either, none of the women in the room took any notice of his preoccupation.
His mother motioned for him to take Astoria's arm and lead her to the dining room before striding into the dining room herself. Of course the table was set with their finest monogrammed silver tableware and matching silver goblets. His mother never did anything half way, even a small dinner.
That stood in direct contrast to the way he and Hermione had eaten in her cosy kitchen, them sitting, standing or her sitting on the counter and him standing between her legs. He liked that kind of informality. It was new and foreign to him but at the same time it felt like home.
Wherever she was felt like home. His heart swelled, it was right.
It was the right thing to do. Astoria deserved that kind of happiness too. She deserved more than an amicable marriage.
During the entrée, his mother brought up the courtship. "Draco, make sure that you go through the Malfoy jewellery collection soon, it may take you a while to find the perfect piece for Astoria." Astoria bent her face towards the table to hide her small smile. He knew that the wealth and status of his family was the primary reason she had agreed to his mother's plans for their mutual future.
He steeled himself and thought here goes nothing. "Well mother, I'm glad you brought it up because I have an announcement for the both of you." They both looked expectedly at him with cheerful expressions. "I am not going through with the courtship or the betrothal. I am in love with someone else and I have been for years."
"Yes darling, we know this but it is going nowhere so why the sudden change of heart?" His mother seemed almost impatient.
"It is going somewhere and she will be the one to receive the Malfoy jewellery from me."
Astoria frowned and his mother gave him a piercing stare. "But this is a travesty Draco. Do you expect me to be happy about this?"
He shrugged. "Possibly not today, but yes, I expect you to be happy about it at some point in the future. Preferably before we hopefully marry." He could see the cogs turning in her head. He turned to Astoria who was still facing her plate with a contrite expression. "Astoria, I apologize for doing this now. But I want you to have love in your marriage. You and I are friends but we will never have more than an amicable marriage. You deserve to be in love with your husband and to find your own true happiness."
She nodded, eyes still fixed on the table. He wondered what was going through her mind and held a breath waiting for her to speak. Finally, when she looked up a few minutes later, there were faint traces of tears in her eyes. "Thank you for doing this, Draco. I like you but I could never fall in love with you. I might also have a slight crush on someone else, so I understand." She stood up. "Please excuse me Narcissa, I will go tell my family now and, -" She smiled at Draco. "-then go chase my own happiness."
Draco stood and kissed her hand. He was grateful that she understood, that had made it a lot easier for him. Now he just had to face his mother. He turned slowly, warily, unsure of what she would say.
"Who is she?" He could read nothing from her expression, something he'd learned from her.
"Hermione Granger." He braced himself for the impending explosion.
Her eyes widened and then her brows knitted together, something she usually never did. She regarded him with a calculating expression. "The muggleborn? The protégé of the Minister for Magic? The brightest witch of her age?"
"Yes." He didn't know what else to say, she only mentioned positive things really, considering her somewhat altered views of muggleborns and half-blood following the war.
"Well, your father wouldn't liked it you know,-" A small smirk was gracing her lips. "-but as it is not up to him, I give you my blessing. She has always been a rather impressive witch." The main course was served but he just sat there and gaped at her with his mouth open as she continued. "I expect you to bring her for tea some time next week and I expect you two not to rush into marriage, we cannot have rumours that she is with child, do you understand? It isn't proper."
He nodded furiously, if she was on board he didn't have to worry. He could be with Hermione. In public. For real. Show her off to the world as his.
It felt like his heart grew a few sizes. No more self-sacrificing, no more grumbling and no more dreaming of a life he thought he could never have.
He smiled, a genuine wide happy smile and his mother gave him a smile that almost rivalled his own. "I'm just happy to see you happy my darling, that was my goal all along. I hope you know that."
After their dinner he rushed to the floo but he didn't go home.
He went to be with Hermione who was waiting for him on her sofa reading a book. He beamed at her.
He sat down on the sofa and pulled her to him, not wanting to be apart from her any longer. "So, how did it go?"
He grinned at her. "The good news is that my mother is fine with it as long as we're not together just because you're pregnant." She giggled at that and he loved the tingling sound. "The bad news is that my mother wants to get to know you, so will you please accompany me to the Manor for tea one day next week?"
She cuddled into him. "I will go with you anywhere."
The end
And so our blond Grinch's heart grew a few sizes and he found his happiness.
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