Another smut filled installment in the lives of our two favorite characters. Please make this silly ginger happy and review. (: - Bay
Draco could practically hear her pissed off muttering from outside when he apparated to their flat after a long day of counterproductive meetings. A smile settled over his handsome face as he took in her favorite pea coat, boots, and mittens thrown haphazardly around the entrance way, a mess that would stay there until she picked it up.
Merlin forbid we have a house elf, he thought with a roll of his stormy grey eyes as he remembered the hour long lecture that he was forced to sit through the last time he brought that particular issue up.
He heard a thump and imagined his Hermione slamming her 'I Helped Kill Voldemort and I'm Bloody Proud of It' tea mug that he had gotten her as an anniversary gift on the antique coffee table that he was sure was covered with color splotches courtesy of his wedding obsessed mother.
He let out a throaty chuckle as she let out a frustrated screech. Walking around the corner he was reminded once again of why he fell in love with her when he took in her frizzy hair, (courtesy of stressful wedding planning) her rosy red cheeks,and her long legs showing under his button-up shirt she wore around the house.
He kicked off his shoes and padded lightly after her as she stomped her way into the kitchen to refill her tea mug and retrieve a piece of pie from the fridge that was covered in both muggle pictures sent from her parents and wizarding ones sent from his mother and cut from the daily prophet.
His eyes lit up when she let out a pleasure filled groan as she took her first bite.
It seems she could use a bit of stress relief.
He watched as she made her way back to the living room and sat down with a flop and a sigh and began eating her pie. He pulled off his suit jacket and tie, then unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt, revealing the top of his sculpted chest He silently made his way towards her as she set down her plate and closed her eyes while laying her head back against the couch. As he neared he noticed that the coach area surrounding her was also covered in all things wedding dedicated.
Absolutely bloody ridiculous. Why do she and mother insist on this huge wedding? I'd marry her at the goddamn Ministry of Magic for all I care.
But he could never do that. He'd let Hermione, his mother, and his soon-to-be mother in law have fun with planning the day he was looking forward to with his entire being. The day he made her HIS. The day she became the new Mrs. Malfoy.
He couldn't fucking wait.
He reached her cocoon of papers, splotches, and fabrics and pressed his lips to hers in a slow, sweet kiss.
She slowly opened her chocolate eyes and let out a relaxed sigh against his lips. She craned her long, swan like neck to the side as he slowly began pressing kisses down her smooth throat. He nipped the sensitive spot below her ear and she felt a pool of warmth begin to gather in the pit of her stomach as she mewed her pleasure, the sound going straight to Draco's groin. The latter let out a groan that vibrated against her neck and caused her ink stained hands to reach up into his soft, blonde halo of hair. She tugged his head up to hers and kissed him with the passion that had been building up during her stress filled day.
He responded by making his way around the leather couch and with one sweep of his strong arms sent everything cluttering the space to the ground.
"Draaaaco," she whined with a pout, "I just fucking organized that!"
He looked up in surprise when he heard the curse escape her pretty little mouth.
Draco apologized in the only way he knew; by covering her soft body with his long muscled one causing her to groan and move her hands into action by unbuttoning the silk shirt he wore. His hand traveled up her long smooth legs as she pushed the garment from his broad shoulders and traced his sculpted chest and chiseled abs. His resolve snapped when she expertly undid the his belt. He pulled at his shirt covering her body and smiled a satisfied smirk when he heard her gasp and the buttons clink against the wood floors. He brought himself up on his knees and looked down on her perfect body, only covered by a pair of knickers in green and silver.
"So very Slytherin," he hissed as she slipped her hands inside his boxers to grab his now hardening cock.
"Mmm. I blame you, my Slytherin sex god."
At these words Draco pulled her hands from his pants and kicked them off onto a pile on the floor. He slid a short way down the couch, pulling off her newly wet knickers as he did so. He pressed his lips to her beautiful pussy and used one hand to spread her lips. He caressed her pussy with one long finger, causing the witch to shudder in pleasure. Slowly, he slid a finger into her warmth and began his assault on her clit. Moving his tongue in slow circles, said circle increasing in pressure and pace when her hands threaded in his hair and pressed his face harder into her pleasure nub. He slid another finger in but stopped when she complained.
"Stop teasing, Draco. I want you in me. NOW."
Draco reached down to push off his boxers and kicked them to the floor next to his black slacks.
What kind of fiance would I be if I ignored THAT request.
He made his way back up her body and pressed a fiery kiss to her slightly swollen lips as he positioned himself at her warm entrance.
He slid in with a groan and she wrapped her long legs around his waist, effectively trapping him inside her warmth.
He began thrusting at a slow pace, knowing it would drive her mad with desire. He smirked as she unhooked her legs and scrambled out from underneath him.
"Lay down. On your back," she commanded in her velvet voice.
Draco complied and moaned in pleasure as she climbed on top of him and slowly pushed his cock into her wet pussy. She moaned and began bouncing; Draco grabbed her hips and thrusted into her as she came down on him, their bodies moving in perfect sync. He watched, entranced, as her perfect boobs bounced up and down and began to feel a tightening in his balls as he watched her face, thrown back in pleasure.
He felt the tightening of her walls around him as she screamed his name with her climax. He came shortly after she did; his toes curled as he experienced the best orgasm he'd had in weeks.
She muttered a contraceptive spell, pulled him out, and kissed his chest as she lay down on top of him.
He reached over her and grabbed her favorite fuzzy blanket off the back off the couch, throwing it over them in one fluid movement as she curled into his masculine smelling warmth.
"I fucking hate wedding planning."
His chest vibrated with his deep laughs and they both drifted off to the sound of the rain falling outside.