Waking up was slow, one of her escaped curls tickling her nose before she brushed it off and turned over, stretching her tired body out. She'd tried to go to sleep at a reasonable time, the confrontation from the gala was still on her mind however and caused to lay awake a while, waiting to hear Draco come back to her. She must have dozed off at some point judging by the fact that she didn't recall falling asleep.
She froze when the sound of opening cabinets permeated her sleepy fog and she was instantly on alert before realising her wards were still intact and she couldn't sense any hostility. That could only mean one thing - Draco was home. She sat up slowly, adjusting her strappy top and wrestling her chest back in after turning most of the night. She knew there was nothing for her hair, it was a riot last night and it would likely be an utter terror this morning, but she just ran her hands through the curls push them out of her face and yawned tiredly, checking the clock and realising it was only just past six in the morning.
The bedroom door opened slowly, clearly with the intent to not wake her as Draco peaked in, realising she was awake.
"Hey, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asked, hovering for a moment before walking over to the bed when she invited him in.
She looked for her pearl but it was still on the dresser so she just opened her mind to his legilimens. Not at all, just waking up myself . She reached for him and cupped his cheek, looking into his troubled, guilty eyes. How are you?
He squeezed her hand and pulled her close until she rested against his chest, looking up into his tired face. I don't know…disappointed over the whole thing, I guess. And guilty for leaving you alone last night.
You shouldn't be. You needed space and you let me know that is the case, that's all I need. I can take care of myself for one night. Did your walk at least help?
He nodded and leaned down to breathe in her curls. Home. She smelled like home and it grounded him like nothing else. It did, but it also made me think of all these questions around why it had to be this way. Why would they use the excuse of wanting a triad relationship with me to go behind my back? It makes no sense. Not that I think that would work for me - I was fond of Astoria but I'm not sure I would want to share her, and I have never been attracted to Blaise beyond friendship. The whole situation is such a mess, and for them to use that as justification… it's not the excuse or explanation I was prepared to hear.
Hermione could hear the disappointment and conflict in his voice and wrapped her arms around his waist all the more tighter to hold him close. I'm sorry this is what it came to, you deserved better from them both. But does their explanation change anything for you? Or for the situation you're all in?
He thought about it for a moment and shook his head. I don't think so. I still don't want them in my life, I still don't trust them, and I see no reason to engage with them in any way.
So let it go , she pulled away slightly to be able to look at him. Don't let them occupy your mind and take up your time. They were a life lesson that led to some great years in the US, and to you coming back here when you were supposed to. I know it's not that easy and it will take time, but at the end of the day I'm glad you're here, and I'm in love with the person you are today despite and thanks to the challenges you've faced. So at some point, just let them go.
He looked at her in wonder, as if he was seeing her for the first time. You are? In love with me?
She nodded, her smile soft though no longer sleepy. I do. Our past is difficult but I am grateful I got to meet the man you are today. You deserve to know you are loved.
He couldn't help himself as he cupped her cheek and pulled her into a searing kiss, the magic dancing along his skin pulsing and reaching for her, sparking joy at the answering push from her powerful magical core. She felt so right in his arms, her magic compatible with his, her mind opening to him so beautifully. He reached down to hoist her up into his lap, realising that she was only in her knickers and a thin tank top that did absolutely nothing to obscure her peaked nipples from pressing against his chest. He groaned in delight at the feel of her, so warm and smelling of sleep and home…fuck, he just wanted to bury himself inside her and never leave.
The rough material of his jeans dragged across the soft skin of her thighs and she moaned softly at the stimulation, her body needy as the magic building between them pushed them to get closer relentlessly.
She pulled away from the kiss just for a moment, checking if he was ready, or if he needed them to pause. But she needn't have worried, the mental connection between them soft and intimate, lacking the clarity of conversation and projection the pearl held, but allowing him to feel her need, her want, her love. And he knew there was no stopping him from having her.
Seeing her want reflected in his pewter gaze, Hermione reached for the bottom of his shirt and pushed it up his body, revealing more tattoos along his side and a map of silvery scars, some old and some more recent. She wanted to touch and lick every single one of them, eager to feel him close. Impatience made her magic pulse with silent command and the little clothing left between them vanished. The rough denim beneath her was replaced by smattering of slightly coarse hair covering his legs, and her aching nipples pressed against his warm skin, fervent with need and sensitive to any stimulus.
She felt him firming against her thigh, growing hard as steel as her already damp folds rubbed against him intimately.
I want to take my time with you…feel and taste all of you.. His mind whispered to her and she moaned as she sucked on his tongue needfully until he gripped her hair more sharply, the pull on her scalp adding a spark to the simmer of her desire.
Later…I want to feel you inside me… she encouraged, enjoying the way his touch changed, from skimming her waist to gripping her hips in a possessive grip that didn't hurt but clearly claimed.
She was no young woman just past the cusp of adulthood, discovering her desires with curious eyes, but rather knew her body as well as her desires. And while the prospect of coming on his tongue made her hum in pleasure, the anticipation of his tall, firm body pressing her into the mattress and taking her with abandon as his kisses carried just a bit of bite made her magic pulse across their skin heatedly.
Not for the first time did Draco catch a stray end of her thoughts, groaning into their kiss at the flash of an image that his needful body was only too happy to help enact. He loved her boldness, her drive, and didn't feel an ounce of hesitation in letting her desires take the lead and worshipping at her fucking feet.
His fingers splayed across her hip to hold her close, the head of his cock pressing just against her clit in this intimate position. He rubbed his hips against her to hit the swollen nub, as he reached up and plucked at her rosy nipple. Hermione's fingers burrowed in fine hair and she held on tightly, swirling her hips until he slid through her slick folds and over her clit in a firmer rhythm, bursts of pleasure pulsing in time with her magic as her lips and teeth descended on his shoulder, breathing him in and nipping at the tense muscle there to urge him closer, harder, anything to answer this hunger within her.
His fingers slid from her hip down to grip onto a pert cheek, guiding her a little bit higher until he was notched at her entrance and slid smoothly inside her in a single solid thrust, groaning at the stretch of her petite body around him. But it wasn't just their physical joining that had them both pausing and trembling in each other's hold. Just as their bodies merged, their magic clashed until it merged in a magnificent pulse of brilliant golden light that glowed warmly across their skin.
She cupped his cheek in wonder, her amber gaze blazing with their combined magic, seeing it reflecting in his brilliant silver gaze as he looked at her like she was the moon and stars of his life. There was no need for words because she could feel… everything . His affection, his need, his doubts of being good enough for her, his ardent wish for her to know all of him and still love him. And she did. Their lips and teeth clashed in a kiss so earnest and raw her chest ached with the love for this man that she felt filling her very being.
Their lips parted only for a breath before they came together again with the inevitability of the world turning on its axis, their bodies moving with the swell of their emotion and magic as she gripped every inch of him with her body on a downstroke, grinding atop him until she felt him hitting her cervix with just the right bite. He was so deep and she felt like he was spearing her very being as he wrapped her in his arms and rolled them over, pressing her into the mattress with his body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him eagerly, needing this closeness, this intimacy as he nipped her lips and his hips flexed in a deep sensual thrust that had her toes curling against his thigh.
She was going to be his ruination.
She felt like no one and nothing he knew, and he didn't ever want to let go.
She was his, the companion to his body and soul, and his magic pulsed happily in response to their joining.
Even the Malfoy family magic coursing in his veins was so eager to claim her, he knew there was no going back for him after this day.
He was hers.
The thought filtered to her, and Hermione could hardly hold back the whimper of need, wanting him to know how much this meant to her as well. But she was climbing too high too fast as he ground his hips, taking her deeply as he rubbed against her sensitive clit with faster and faster thrusts. Sweet desperation gave way to a burst of pleasure as her tense brow eased and lips opened on a silent cry of her peak.
The wave of pleasure and magic that slammed into his mind and chest were too much to bear, his hips growing erratic as he held her even tighter and finally joined her, spilling inside her quivering body as his face buried in her damp curls. He breathed her in with panting breaths, trying to slow down the wild staccato of his heart but it was near impossible as her nails dug into his back and she wrapped herself around him as if she never wanted to let him go.
She was claiming him just as he claimed her, and he allowed himself to sag into her tight hold just for a moment, resting his weight against her as their magic sank back into their skin, still dancing just underneath the surface at their proximity.
She kissed his neck and tapped his shoulder gently, needing him to let up and he did so without need for words, gently separating their cooling bodies as he rolled to the side and nudged her up to go pee and clean up.
I'll get us some water, he promised as he stood and walked unashamedly towards the kitchen to get them a glass each, giving her some privacy.
She stretched languidly, her body tingling from the magical exchange and aching in the most delicious of ways as she finally headed for the bathroom to take care of business and for a quick contraceptive potion.
Draco was waiting for her back in bed, the sheets cleaned but still smelling of their combined scent as she climbed in beside him, their nude forms sliding against each other as he settled on her chest and listened to her heart as his nose nuzzled the soft skin of her small perky breast.
I love you too , his mind whispered to hers just as she closed her eyes and dozed off contentedly with him in her arms.
One Year Later
"Judgement for the prosecution with a unanimous vote from the Wizengamot," Kingsley enunciated clearly, his eyes piercing at the man standing in the magic field before them. "You are hereby sentenced to a life imprisonment and compulsory integration classes for your crimes against muggles. Court adjourned."
With the final bang of the gavel, Hermione got to her feet, victory sweet on her tongue as she watched the Aurors take away one of the men who thought themselves the new generation of Death Eaters. Days like these were worth the long arduous hours spent reviewing case files and working with the aurors to obtain the necessary evidence for these trials.
She felt him fall in step beside her as she left the courtroom, her lips struggling to contain the smile at the tendril of his magic reaching out to her over their soulbond.
Congratulations on another victory, Mrs Malfoy , his voice was soft and sensual in her mind, their connection always present as she felt his pride in her achievements and his love for her.
Thank you, Mr Malfoy. All thanks to your hard work on the evidence. And what brings you to the bowels of the Ministry at this time of the day? She asked, seeing it was only three o'clock just yet.
His arm wrapped around her waist as they stepped into the lift and he held her close as the door closed and they were lurched sideways, his firm grip on the handle keeping them steady. I thought we could take some time to celebrate your victory before the engagement dinner for Theo, Luna, Terry and Cynthia.
She sensed his amusement at the mention of the polycule and looked up at him with the silent question in her eyes.
He shrugged but his lips pulled into a smile. It's really stupid - I just wondered how they'll fit all their names on the cake but I guess they'll just all take Theo's surname and be done with it to make life easier.
Her chuckle caressed his mind as her hand covered his across her belly to hold onto him just that bit tighter. I'm not sure they'll all take Theo's name actually, especially as he's not particularly precious about it. Let's face it, he knows which side his bread is buttered on and he will walk to the moon and back for Luna at the very least.
She felt his shudder and grinned at the slight discomfort radiating from his touch. As long as he doesn't explain just how he is delighted to be whipped, literally, in a drunken moment. I don't think I can take any more stories about their bloody sex dungeon.
Her brow rose in a challenge as she looked up into his eyes. Well there goes my Christmas present idea.
He snickered at her droll tone and since they were alone in the lift, without hesitation leaned down to take her lips in a hot kiss that had her wishing they were already at home. In want of something new in our bed, Mrs Malfoy? The sensual purr of the words making her belly clench in anticipation.
Are you open to suggestions? She flipped back as the lift slowed and the door opened, their steps purposeful without too much hurry as they headed for the floos.
Anything for you, wife, he squeezed her hand before tossing in some floo powder and tugging her into his body for their floo journey.
She closed her eyes as they spun through the floo network, a smile of anticipation tugging at her lips as she felt his love for her pulsing through his very magic. Her heart was full, their bond strong, and their home warm and filled with love. She couldn't ask for more, but she looked forward to every step of the journey ahead of them with Draco by her side.
The End.