Hermione straightened her gowns' low cut bodice and cast an anxious eye on the clock.
Where was he?
She added another hair smoothing charm to her already gleaming ringlets. They tumbled down her back in a profusion of golden brown curls which reached her buttocks. She'd spent years growing it because he liked it that way.
A smile touched her lips as butterflies fluttered low in her belly as she recalled her hubands habit of wrapping her hair around his hand while he fucked her front behind or when she took him in her mouth and worshipped him as he often did to her.
The nights were never long enough to satisfy their need for each other.
Ever since their first kiss, ten years before. Their chemistry had been addictive, mind-blowing, transcendent - all encompassing.
With sigh of impatience Hermione applied more ruby gloss to her full lips and then retouched her already perfect makeup. Her skin was smooth alabaster tinged with the rosy glow of anticipation.
She admired her gown, made especially for her, just for this night, their tenth Valentines day together. It was star spangled gold and a mixture of both muggle and wizarding styles - a fusion of both, just like her.
He'd refused to tell her where they were going and the mystery frustrated her more than a little.
There was an almost silent pop of apparition and she whirled around with a soft smile on her lips. Her heart skipped a beat as she eagerly took in her husband's handsome face and sleek, muscular body enveloped in a striking tuxedo.
"You're late!" She exclaimed, just a little reproachfully, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him on his sensuous lips. He responded as if he hadn't just seen her nine hours ago.
His laugh, when it came, was joyful and genuine, as he pulled away from kissing her. "I'm right on time actually. I would never leave my wife waiting - especially tonight."
She laughed too, her eyes sparkling.
He admired her from top to toe and his eyes glittered with lust. "My Lady, you're so fucking beautiful." He drawled, his voice lazily intense. "And all mine." She didn't doubt for one moment that he meant every word.
She flushed at the compliment, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Why, thank you, kind Sir, but we mustn't make a scene, because my husband will be here any moment and he is a jealous fiend. You might find yourself hexed if he so much as hears your compliments."
He laughed and swatted her ass.
"You're right about that, wife. I do not share." He grinned."Come, everything is set up for us." He said, as he took her hand in his. Immediately their fingers entangled intimately.
He held her close and apparated them to the garden. The night was warm, fairy lights danced on every single tree and shrub. The grass beneath their feet was just slightly damp and the scent coming from the flowers was sweet and sultry.
There, in a clearing beside the lake, sat a table decked out in the finest china and linen. Several candelabras floated midair. The flames of the candles were charmed to be untouched by even the slightest of breeze.
"This is different!" Hermione exclaimed as she turned to grin at her husband in pure excitment. "It's beautiful!"
"I thought we would change it up a bit. World class restaurants are all well and good, but I wanted to organise something truly special for tonight." His voice was husky-deep and it made her belly flip flop deliciously.
She squeezed his hand and kissed him again.
"It's my garden." She whispered. "My favourite place."
He smiled confidently, well aware of her obsession with this particular part of their massive garden. Flowers grew here that did nowhere else, for Hermione had been collecting rare plants since their marriage.
Her pleasure in this sanctuary was supreme. She chose to sit reading in the massive egg shaped wicker muggle swing almost every day. It was suspended from an oak tree which predated the house in its antiquity.
"Where are the children?" He asked, recalling her promise to him for a child free evening.
"With your parents. They were delighted to have them for the entire night."
His grin was wolfish. "The whole night?"
Hermione smirked and glanced up at him through her thick eyelashes. "Yes my Lord, the whole entire night."
They sat down on either side of the small table, their head bent towards each other in an intimate bubble they almost always inhabited.
House elves brought their food and fairy music filtered through the trees serenading them with its gentle melody.
Soon, they rose as one and danced beneath the stars. The food vanished, replaced by wine and glasses.
The candles dimmed and the fairy lights multiplied tenfold. The garden fairies loved to please this mistress, because she was strong, kind and true. Indeed, all of the creatures on this estate had come to love Hermione.
He twirled her and caught her to his chest, breathless and laughing, her golden eyes made his gut clench with need. Those lips! How he loved kissing them! Velvet soft and plaint beneath his insescint hunger.
As if she was skilled in legilimency, she reached up and kissed him and he deepened it eagerly, tasting her tongue and each recess of her mouth with devastating hunger.
His hands stroked along her sides and then cupped her breasts, his long, powerful and elegant fingers dancing along the edge of her bodice, stroking the soft curves he found there.
His mouth dropped to her throat, one hand tangling in her long hair, holding her head just so. She whimpered as he lifted her easily, sliding her long skirt up along sleek and silky legs to allow her to wrap them around his waist. She sighed in satisfaction as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself closer still.
Happiness flooded his heart at her beautiful surrender, their life together was everything he'd ever hoped for. It was the bright future before them and the redemption of a dark past, littered with mistakes and evil prejudice.
Hermione was his golden angel, his succulent seductress, his wife.
"Tell me that this is forever." He ground out fiercely, raising glittering silver eyes to hers. He needed to hear her say it.
Her lips were bruised and she loved the sting. She loved him. His possession of her was total, it was savage and the best feeling in the world.
He was everything to her, her partner, her lover, her best friend, a wonderful father to their two delightful and impetuous children and he was her husband.
"This is is forever, Draco. There is no end to you and I. We go on like this for eternity."
He shuddered against her, as her nails grazed his scalp, her fingers twisting in the strands of his pale blond hair.
He carried her to the arbour beside the lake which was littered with pillows and sank backward into them with his precious cargo cradled to his chest. Hermione laughed, a sound filled with joy as he wrestled her onto her back and kissed her senseless as his body pressed between her thighs.
Their happiness was contagious, it was reflected on every part of their lives together.
It was forever.