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Chapter Six

Hermione clinked her wine glass against Draco's before drinking the sweet liquid inside. With a soft, "ahh," she placed her glass on the table. "Draco, thank you again for this." She looked around the exclusive wizarding restaurant, Le Belle, which had recently opened in Diagon Alley. She knew that it was difficult to get a reservation, and Hermione didn't doubt that Draco had pulled some serious strings to get them in.

"It's the least I could do for missing our date night last week," Draco offered, taking another sip of his wine. "Besides, it's been awhile since we've gone out somewhere fancy."

"Fancy?" Hermione flushed. "This is entirely too upscale."

He arched a brow. "I am a Malfoy, Hermione, it's not too far-fetched that I would be here. Besides, my father and mother come here quite often."

"They do?" Hermione twirled some pasta onto her fork. "How has your mother been?"

"Good," Draco answered. "She's been busy planning her latest charity event. Something about a bidding. She told me to ask if you were interested in helping."

"Of course," Hermione nodded. She was always willing to help Narcissa out with her charity events. Each year, Narcissa picked a different cause to support. Hermione thought it was wonderful of Narcissa to do, and it was something that had helped the two of them get to know each other a little better.

"And your father?" Hermione inquired. She knew that Draco had met with Lucius last week, but she didn't know about what exactly.

"Fine," Draco replied with a shrug. "He's starting to come around."

"What did he get upset about in the first place?" Hermione questioned.

"A business proposition," he answered nonchalantly. He took a bit of his own dinner. "This is quite good."

Hermione bit into a piece of scallop that was in her seafood Alfredo. "It is delicious," she added. "The wine is good, too." She poured herself another glass as Draco had purchased a bottle. "So sweet, just right." She sipped at it again.

Draco chuckled as she drank. "I love seeing you with good wine."

"Why?" Hermione asked, flushing.

"Because you'll be drunk and in the mood for all sorts of kinky things," Draco said with a wink. "Just how I like you."

"Shhh!" Hermione quickly hushed him, though a warmth was spreading throughout her belly. Draco's words put an idea into her mind – another item they could cross off her list. Suddenly, the end of dinner couldn't come fast enough.


They stumbled into their flat, hands tangled and bodies pressed together as they snogged each other passionately. Draco groaned, moving his lips to her neck. "Where to?" he asked before kissing and biting at her neck.

"Bedroom," Hermione panted. She let out a small squeak of surprise when Draco Apparated them both to the bedroom. They resumed kissing as Draco reached behind her, lowering the zipper on the back of her dress.

"What shall we do tonight, my goddess?" Draco asked, his eyes roaming over her as he helped her shimmy out of her blue dress. She looked delectable in her matching bra and knickers set. The silver colour was gorgeous on her flushed skin.

"Clothes play," Hermione said. "I'll be completely naked, and you'll wear all of your clothes. Only your cock will be out." She wet her lips, looking at the bulge in his trousers hungrily.

"Your wish is my command." Draco grasped the sides of her knickers, pulling them down as he dropped to his knees before her. He wasted no time in burying his face between her legs, sucking and licking at her centre. "So wet already," he purred.

Hermione unclasped her bra, removing it and flinging it to the floor. "Gods, Draco, yes," she moaned, tangling her hands into his silvery tresses.

His mouth found her clit, sucking at the sensitive nub. He scraped his teeth against her, just as he knew she liked. Hermione let out a mewl of pleasure. "You like that?" he asked, gazing upwards at her flushed face.

"Draco, please," Hermione begged. "I need you. I need to feel you inside of me."

Draco stood, backing her onto the bed. He freed his hardened cock, wasting no time in entering her. "Fuck," he hissed as she squeezed her inner walls around him. "So good."

"Yes," Hermione hissed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He leant down so that his body was covering hers as he slowly thrust into her. "Feels so good," she moaned. And it did. The feel of his soft trousers against her legs and his silk shirt rubbing against her bare nipples with every movement felt like heaven. "Don't stop," she whimpered.

He continued to move, sliding his body along hers with each thrust. She was flushed, her inner walls clenching him tightly. Draco knew that she was going to come soon – and so was he.

"Yes, yes," she chanted, arching her back and pressing herself upwards against him.

The realisation that his shirt was stimulating her nipples was incredibly arousing. Draco felt his cock throb and knew he wasn't going to last. "Fuck, love, I'm going to come."

"Me too," Hermione gasped. "Don't stop!"

Draco thrust into her harder and faster, Hermione's moans increasing with each passing second. Finally, it seemed she couldn't take any more. Hermione came with a cry, her body tensing around his cock in the most delicious way. She spurred on his own orgasm.

"I love you," he murmured in her ear as they both came down from their highs. He huffed, slipping out of her and collapsing onto the bed next to her. "So hot," he groaned.

"You're rather hot yourself," Hermione teased lightly.

Draco laughed. "I meant in all my clothes," he corrected, breathing a sigh of thanks when she grabbed her wand and vanished his clothing.

She giggled as he pulled her close. "Should we shower?" he asked.

Hermione smiled. "Too tipsy and tired. Let's just sleep."

Draco kissed her lightly. "I'm sure we'll regret this decision later, but all right. Sleep it is." He kissed her once more, holding her tightly as they both drifted off to sleep.