Hermione 3 August 2017
What just happened? I lost myself in Draco's arms. His damp body, oh dear Merlin! His defined chest and abs that just turn me inside out. And that perfectly shaped V going to his… Get ahold of yourself.
Then he kissed me.
Instantly I was flown back to the dream I had the other night, the one where I lost it a few times. It was just like that kiss.
And I kissed him back.
Some part of me awoke with that kiss, something that has been deeply hidden for I don't know how long. There was an intensity that I never had. There was a heat that burned in a joyous flame. There was a chill that combatted the fire bringing every nerve in my body to its full fervor. An electricity that shot from my lips to where his body embraced mine to where ohhhh… someplace that my husband could never.
I touched him with longing, with need, with desire.
I kissed him with a heightened love, something that went beyond any physical cravings that I could have imagined. It was a connection on a spiritual plane. It was ethereal. There's no words that can completely describe the whole-ness that was that one small move between our lips.
"I'm sorry." He apologized a little too quickly. "It was out of place; for that."
"Don't. I'm not sorry. Not at all."
"Give me a minute, we can continue this." I didn't realize his towel was being held up only barely. Instead I can only smile and nod. He takes a step back and I hear him sigh.
Giggling I go back to my room wondering what did he ask me to do? I know it was something important.
I retreated to my room and look down at my phone. THAT'S IT! Harry called 22 times. Oh hell. He's giving Draco's business grief. That's what it is.
Oh great 14 calls from Ginny too. I had better brace myself for a whole Weasley/Potter arse chewing. I'll start with Ginny.
Ginny answers in a panic "Hello? 'Mione? Are you okay?"
"OF COURSE I AM! Goodness girl." I know she could tell I'm smiling; it had to come across the phone for a stranger, but to my best friend - she knows.
"You are in too good of a mood. Harry is going nuts. He came home saying something about Malfoy running off with you." She actually took a breath. "If Harry is blowing this out of proportion or anything, I am taking his favorite broom and swatting him with it."
"Yes Draco - Malfoy - is here. We're working on the hemi-finals. By the way Luna says hi, we went to her sanctuary. Did you know Dra- Malfoy helped start it? Well anyways, something - um - happened."
"Hermione Jean Granger Weasley you had better keep talking now!" Why do I picture her face the same intense red as her hair right now?
"We had dinner last night."
"AND!?"
"It was beautiful. It was a fairy tale come to life. It was on a rooftop overlooking everything. I felt like we were floating on a cloud. Then we danced, until it was really really late."
"REALLY? Shit how am I going to explain that to my husband?"
"And just now, he kissed me."
"STOP RIGHT THERE. What time is it there?"
"Ummm why?"
"You just woke up didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Did he wake up next to you?"
"No Merlin! NO! He is actually across the hall, but I guess my alarm woke him up and - uh."
"Keep talking or I'm sending my brothers after you."
"He just got out of the shower." Dead silence. Nothing came from her. I could hear Lily Luna in the background yelling for her mum, but nothing came out.
"'Mione. You can't just stop there. Keep talking."
"Um yeah well." I really couldn't describe what just happened. My cheeks were on fire. The rest of my body wanted more of his lips on mine.
"THAT good? Merlin's beard! You know you need to call Harry. Like right now. But from the sound of it, you need a cold shower."
"Dra-" yeah you can call him by his first name to your best girlfriend. "Draco is getting grief from your husband. Well his company is. I guess Harry sent Magical Law Enforcement to the headquarters…"
I can hear her laughing on the other end. "Yeah that's my husband for you. Call him. Leave the kissing a half naked Malfoy out of the discussion. Understand. Oh now I have something to talk about when he has dinner here." She's still laughing at this.
"You're evil Ginevra Potter."
"With my brothers, I had to be. Now call Harry before he sends them all after you."
"Yes ma'am."
"Shut it. Love you."
"Pray for me. Love you too."
One call down… Harry to go.
"Hello hold on please. No last I heard she was in Rio. Yes. Thanks." I can tell he didn't see the caller ID before answering the phone.
"Who the hell are you sending to Rio, Harry James Potter?" I scold.
"'Mione! Oh thank Merlin! Why didn't you answer my calls?"
"Um hmmm I didn't know you were my boss. I thought actually I was your boss."
"That isn't it 'Mione. I was worried, last I heard you were at Luna's. I called there and she said you had left hours before. And you weren't answering."
"We were scouting locations. Crappy cell service. And found the perfect one. Draco already showed me basic schematics and where the Minister's box is going. I'm impressed."
There is an exaggerated pause before he speaks again. "Hi my name is Harry, Harry Potter. I'm looking for my best friend. Maybe you've met her. Hermione Jean Granger Weasley?"
"Very funny Harry."
"Well what do you want from me? You're impressed by Malfoy. You spend the whole afternoon with the ferret."
"And dinner."
"What? Wait, you left that part out."
"Talk to your wife, I gave her more details. Talking to you about this is as awkward as…" I start giggling again.
"What happened? If he laid a hand on you?"
"No hands. Trust me."
He groans. "Oh no! Tell me no. Please. Even if you have to lie."
"Truthfully the answer is no. He was the perfect gentleman. Now call off your goons. From his company too."
"How did you find out?"
"He asked me to call you. Why are you using Ministry resources for a personal vendetta? Do I need to audit Magical Law Enforcement?"
"You don't need to take that tone with me."
"I'm still your boss. Call them off. And any Weasleys you may be sending out here."
I abruptly hang up on Harry as I hear Draco on his phone.
"Blaise, no. She's fine. I told her to call Potter and reign in his ferocious beasts. Fine. No we need to re-estimate the profitability of the tournament project. I got the green light for option #2. No way, if she wants #3 she's going to have to break the contract. It isn't a viable option. No transportation alone. Hell how can we keep it from the Muggles. No. I know you think being over the ocean would be beautiful. No I know you went to the sailing portion of the Olympics. Still NO! End of discussion." I look through the peep hole. It looks like he was trying to come across the hall but didn't make it. He's got a smile on his face, but it isn't exactly genuine. It looks like there is some stress behind it. "Come on you can't tell me she's going to be Pansy's daughter and not look a little puggy. It's a term of endearment. You know I'm going to dote on her. Fine, I won't call it to her face." He's laughing but there is a strain in his voice. I wonder if it is because of Harry sending in everyone that isn't vital critical nature in the Ministry today. He's got his foot propped up on the door jam, his eyes closed, his head tilted back. I want to kiss that long luscious neck. I catch myself biting my bottom lip. "No that isn't something that I want to bring up right now. You should see her, the mere mention of something associated with him and she shuts down. No. I'm not. Thanks for the support." That came out sarcastically, so something is going on between Blaise and Draco. I look at the button down shirt he's wearing and just start drooling. He's the one man I know who has his shirts perfectly tailored. Even his undershirt can't hid his pecks, and damn his arms. From the view I have now, you can tell he still plays quidditch and works out more. He has some guns. His body is more matured and more defined than I remember at school. I had a perfect view this morning but still I am getting heated in all the right ways. It's a shame the towel didn't fall completely off, because I would have enjoyed that.
What the hell am I thinking? I'm married. I'm Hermione Jean Granger. He's Draco freaking Malfoy. I should not be looking at him this way.
Wait did I forget my married name?
I glance once more, taking in Draco's enticing whole-ness. He was still on the phone so it would be impolite to interrupt.
Turning, I jump in the shower and prepare for another marathon day of meetings. The coffee maker was set and my sweet Padfoot fed. I look in the closet, undecided on what would be appropriate for today's meetings. Navy blue pencil skirt, red front tie blouse and a navy cardigan sweater with slight gold scalloped edging.
It reminded me of when Ron would want to 'play naughty librarian'. But he never brought out that side. He never caused lustful desires like Draco does. It was always the part of our marriage that was missing. Our marriage was comfortable. Stable. Blah. Pure vanilla. I, for some reason, never was the one that initiated sex. Maybe because it was just the motions with nothing inspiring behind it.
Draco is the one that brings out the spice that tantalizes me. He is the bubbles in fizzy soda that tickles your tongue and makes you smile. He is the jets in a jacuzzi that relaxes your inhibitions and comforts your tired muscles.
I'd better take that cold shower.
I come out and dress quickly, looking everywhere for my sweet dog. Instead of finding her, I find a lovely basket of muffins with a note from Draco asking me to lunch. How can I say no when he remembers to take care of me for breakfast? I don't think Ron even remembers what I have for breakfast after being married over 10 years.
But where could Padfoot have snuck off for the second time in two days? She's getting to be good at puppy hide and seek. At least I know she'll be back when she's hungry. And maybe she'll eat some this food then. This dog is such a snob, I laugh.
I look over my meetings today. It starts with an International Magical Security meeting. This is one of the most boring meetings of the whole trip. There are countries that don't allow Wizards or Witches and Muggles to marry. I think this is absolutely absurd, and I know I won't be able to hold my tongue. Seamus is half blood. I still hear his introduction "Dad's a Muggle; Mum's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him." I can't imagine not being able to marry the person you love just because of who you are - a witch or a wizard. I stuff a second muffin in my mouth and a third in my bag because it might be the only way to keep me quiet.
I brace myself, grab my coffee, and go to leave the room; I look over in the suite across the hall, Draco left his door open. What I see next surprises me: my man hating dog, has Draco on the floor playing with her. She looks just like when we got her a few months ago, bouncing and pouncing. Both of them have smiles on their faces. I think all I can do is just watching the scene in front of me.
"Padfoot, you mangy mutt, get back inside!" I command her. And she proceeds to ignore me. As does Draco. "Padfoot." I just watch them play a bit longer. "Fine, no treats for you."
"Don't hold it against the dog Granger. She's a sweetie. She just wants to play."
"Draco, I need to get going, and I don't think you want to puppy sit that little brat all day."
Padfoot pins his shoulders to the floor and starts licking his face. "Not in my - ick - nose." He cringes and turns his face away so that she can't get him anymore. "Come on, let's say bye to mummy." He scoops her up in one arm, bringing her to me like a little baby. The little turd is liking it. I think she likes him more than me.
"In. And stay inside," as she jumps out of Draco's arms and goes running inside.
"Be nice. She came to say hi when room service came by."
"Thank you by the way. I put an extra in my bag just to keep me quiet."
"That bad? I'm sorry." He takes a step closer to me, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. "What is going to set the famous Hermione Granger off today? Wait, let me guess. Centaur rights initiative?"
"No. It is a part of the International Magical Security council meeting. It's just the topic that annoys me. It is about separating Muggles from the Magical community even further."
He looked at me questioning, "separate further? Didn't we decide in the last war that wizarding supremacy wasn't the best idea?"
"Not quite that. It would prevent a wizard or witch to marry a muggle. Like your aunt Andromeda. I remember Tonks talking about her parents. They want to ban marriages like that."
"Remind them that is something that You Know Who would agree on. That should shut them up. If you need a witness to his insanity, they can take a trip to Azkaban or I am willing to bring it up."
"You don't need this fight. You have to clean your company after Harry trashed it."
"Potter didn't do too much damage. I just gave about half our HQ the day off."
"Was Trini one of them?"
He was laughing and his eyes were dancing with a variety of the shades of blue and grey. "Merlin I wish! She never takes a bloody day off!"
I didn't realize how close he was until I was able to brush my nose against his chin. My hands found their way to his chest and up into his hair.
"Granger." I heard him moan as our lips met for the second time this morning.
"Oh Merlin" escapes from my mouth as he kisses me, going down my neck, to my earlobe nibbling on it. I stand on my toes so that we are closer and he has better access. "Draco," I purr his name as his hands go from my waist to under my butt, lifting me up slightly.
I tug his hair, pulling his lips back to mine. I don't want this to stop.
I feel his pulse racing in time with mine. I feel like I'm floating. My head is spinning. His hand is under my skirt and panties, his thumb massaging my backside tenderly. "You're killing me Granger." He realizes that I have the sexy lace panties Ginny gave me last Christmas as a means to help my marriage in the bedroom. Draco doesn't know yet that I am also wearing the matching bra.
I feel him lowering me down, and I grasp onto him tighter. I don't know where I am, but all that matters is right now I am in his arms. "Please Draco" I gasp between his tongue exploring every millimeter of my mouth over and over, pulsing with the movement of his hips on mine. One of his hands is finding its way under my blouse and I help him unbutton it. In one fluid motion he has both my cardigan and blouse off, just exposing my breasts barely covered by a black lace bra.
"Granger, you are the most beautiful" his head sunk as he began to kiss my stomach.
I realize how cliche' I am when he grasps my legs over his shoulders and I notice I still have my dark red Valentino studded cross strap heels on. I thought they tied the outfit together, now I just want to be wearing them and my lace bra and panties.
He is between my legs nibbling me on my inner thighs, sending me higher and higher. Right now I feel like if I reach up, I can touch the stars. My head falls backwards with a gasp. My breathing and heart beat has quickened. I know he noticed. You'd have to be blind not to.
"Granger, I need to tell you something," he breathy whispers, releasing my legs from his shoulders and crawling up to me.
"'Mione that had better not be you!" I heard yelled at me. Padfoot was barking excitedly. Draco nearly fell on his arse.
Only then did I realize who was yelling. And I realized that my wand was in my bag - I think in the hallway.
He had better be glad that my wand wasn't within my grasp. Otherwise the Boy Who Lived, would be the Boy Cursed Into the Next Millennium. "HARRY JAMES POTTER, what the hell are you doing here!?"
