Chapter Nineteen; Morning wood, showers and vaguely medical terms.
Hermione was awake, but she wasn't yet ready to open her eyes. It just felt so nice to wake up in strong arms. She just wanted to lie still for a few moments longer and bask in the feeling of security and of being loved.
Draco could tell that she was awake because her breathing pattern had changed; it wasn't quite as deep and steady as it had been five minutes ago. Draco silently admired the beautiful brunette in his arms, a small smile playing on his lips as he lifted his hand to trace his fingertips along the length of Hermione's body.
Hermione could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin at Draco's feather light touch, even after so many orgasms the night before, the contact still sent shivers of pleasure through her body.
"Mmmm." Hermione groaned softly, wriggling herself in closer to Draco and pushing her body up against his so they were chest to chest and hips to hips with their legs intertwined.
"Good morning." Draco whispered into her ear. He took care to pull his hips away from Hermione's so that she wouldn't feel his morning wood, but her hips followed his, insisting on pushing herself against him.
"Morning, Draco." Hermione murmured, smiling up at him. "Did you sleep well?" She asked, concerned for a few moments that he may not have found her bed comfortable enough to sleep in. He was a wizard of good money after all, and has only had the best of the best of everything his whole life.
"I slept better than I have in years." Draco assured Hermione. He didn't tell her that he did only sleep for five hours while she slept for eight, but five hours was the longest he had slept in one night since his sixth year at Hogwarts. He hadn't felt so rested in a long time. He'd forgotten what it felt like.
"Really?" Hermione asked, her eyes shining.
"Yeah," Draco said, "Not to mention I got to wake up to your beautiful face." He laughed, kissing the tip of Hermione's nose as she blushed a deep red.
"Now, do you want a shower, or will you have one later in the day?" Draco asked, watching Hermione mull it over.
"Depends on what I'm having for breakfast." She replied, her voice low and suggestive, making Draco smirk.
"Are you really suggesting you want more sex, Miss Granger?" He asked directly, making her blush again.
"Yeah, I am." She said, her eyes darting away from Draco's face to his toned chest.
Without saying a word Draco rolled over so that he could hover over Hermione, his chest and hips only just touching hers. Fixing his eyes on Hermione's, Draco slowly bent down and touched his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
She had that little frown again. He thought fleetingly.
Hermione kissed him back softly, but already she could feel the knot of excitement growing in her lower stomach. She reached her arms up to wrap her arms around Draco's neck and kissed him harder.
Draco pulled away and bent his head to lock his lips onto Hermione's nipple, pulling and teasing it gently with his lips and teeth, making her moan and arch her back up closer to Draco.
Draco dragged his fingertips down Hermione's sides to wrap his arms around her waist and rolled so he could pull the pair of them upright, his lips never leaving her nipple.
Hermione was focusing too much on the pleasurable feeling to notice anything else that Draco was doing, or how he was moving her. She didn't even realize when she was no longer lying on the bed.
Draco lifted Hermione up so that her breasts were at his eye level and held her there, supporting her with one arm wrapped securely around her waist. Slowly he drifted one hand down and started playing with her wetness. His fingers brushed along her damp entrance to play with her clit, only to move back to her entrance, and repeated the action, simply teasing her.
"Ah, Draco. Make me come." Hermione groaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips.
"Not yet, my sexy Gryffindor princess." Draco smirked. "Just make sure you keep your arms around my neck." He suggested. But Hermione barely heard him, only focusing on the pleasure, and wondering when the hell Draco was going to let her have her orgasm.
Making sure that he had one arm still wrapped tightly around Hermione's waist, Draco used his other hand to wrap his fingers around his member, straightening himself up and lining himself up with Hermione's entrance.
Slowly he rubbed his head along her slit, earning a surprised gasp from Hermione. Once she realized what he was doing, Hermione began to try and push herself down onto him, but Draco held her up with the arm he still had wrapped around her waist.
"Please … Draco … let … let me …" Hermione breathed, desperately rocking her hips. Draco watched her for a few moments, taking in the begging girl he was holding, watching her lose her inhibitions and only act on her instincts.
It's good for her to just stop over thinking for once. Draco thought to himself as he slowly allowed Hermione to slide down his length, watching with a quiet glee as she groaned loudly.
"Does that feel good?" Draco murmured.
"Oh, oh hell yes. Please, Draco, take me. Come deep inside me, please." Hermione begged. Draco noticed that while she begged, her walls clenched around him, almost like she was trying to milk him of his seed.
Firmly placing both of his hands on Hermione's hips, Draco slowly pulled her up so that only his head was inside her, watching as she wriggled and writhed in his hands, trying desperately to move back down and push herself back onto his member.
Without giving any warning, Draco pushed Hermione back down on himself, revelling in the feeling of being inside the beautiful girl, of how she reacted to his touch.
Draco loosened his grip on Hermione's hips, watching as she began to ride him without shame. Steadily Draco thrust into her, setting the pace for the pair.
Groaning loudly and feeling the tell-tale tensing in her stomach that she was about to come, Hermione dug her fingernails into Draco's shoulders to steady herself and began to ride Draco faster and faster.
"That's it. Come for me, my princess." Draco grunted, feeling his own orgasm building quickly.
Hearing those words uttered from Draco's lips was Hermione's undoing, she opened her mouth and let out a silent scream of pleasure as her inner walls tensed hard one more time and she came around Draco.
Watching her come, Draco gave one last hard thrust and he let loose his seed into Hermione, resting his head on her chest once he had emptied himself inside her.
Gingerly Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and leant her cheek on his blonde head.
Feels nice to simply be together after sex, as opposed to just having sex then ignoring each other until the next time we need to get off. Hermione thought to herself, content with her life in that moment.
"Your boobs are so soft." Hermione heard Draco mumble into her chest.
"Pardon?" Hermione lifted her head to look at him, but all she could see was blonde hair.
"Boobs … soft. Cushy. It's … nice." Draco breathed, sounding like he was almost asleep. Hermione couldn't help but giggle as she pressed her cheek against his head once again.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, Draco's head between Hermione's breasts and Hermione's cheek on Draco's head. But after those few minutes they had to pull away, Draco hadn't pulled himself out of Hermione and had begun to get hard again, but neither of them had the strength to go for another round just yet.
"I think I'll have that shower now, otherwise I'll never leave this bed! Would you like to join me, Master Malfoy?" Hermione asked as she rose and stood up next to the bed, stretching her arms in the air.
"I would be honoured, Miss Granger." Draco, too, stood and stretched. Hermione very carefully avoided her eyes from Draco's body, knowing full well that if she looked they wouldn't make it to the bathroom.
Hermione led the way into the en-suite, Draco watching her back as he followed her in. Once inside, the first thing that he noticed was how spacious it was. The en-suite itself was not a large, luxurious size, but it was simple and felt bigger than it really was, being longer than it was wide.
The bath, large enough for two adults to fit into it comfortably, was the first thing Draco immediately saw as he walked in. To the left of the bath was a long bench with two sinks, one long mirror behind it against the wall and drawers and cupboards underneath it. The shower was in the far left corner, where Hermione was standing.
"Where's the loo?" Draco asked. Hermione laughed and pointed at the door, curiously, Draco peeked behind the door, and sure enough, there was a small cubicle sized room, where the loo was hiding. There wasn't a door as such, but when the main bathroom door was opened all the way, it worked as a door for the cubicle, almost fitting perfectly into the cubicle's doorframe.
"Interesting." Draco murmured. He definitely liked the idea of the loo being hidden. Maybe he'd have to have his own bathroom at home renovated.
Turning around, Draco watched Hermione as she turned on the shower and jumped straight in.
"Aren't you going to check the temperature before you get in?" Draco asked from the doorway, looking a little bit confused.
Hermione turned to Draco in surprise. "Why would I?" She had bewitched the plumbing in the house so that the water was always at the perfect temperature every time it was used. She did it just long enough ago that she often forgot she'd cast the charm; turning on the water and using it straight away was second nature to her now.
"Oh! I haven't told you!" She exclaimed, laughing at the confused Draco. "I've bewitched the plumbing in the house. The water is always, immediately, at the perfect temperature, no matter what the weather is. So you don't spend half your shower time fiddling with the taps to find the perfect temperature." She had been extremely pleased with herself when she figured out how to alter the charm so that the temperature changed with the weather – warmer in winter and cooler in summer.
Draco was still standing in the doorway, surprised and very impressed with Hermione.
"And to think that while we were at school, I was so convinced you just ate the textbooks and couldn't do any magic beyond what was written within those books." Draco smiled, finally moving away from the door and joining Hermione in the shower, pulling the shower curtain closed behind himself. "You truly are the most gifted witch of our age, Hermione Granger."
Hermione felt herself blushing furiously – it had been a very long time since anyone had told her that. A very small, very vain part of herself had missed it, craved it, even, but she never paid that part any attention. It didn't deserve attention.
"It wasn't one of the hardest charms I've ever cast." She mumbled in response, reaching to grab her bottle of body wash. Draco just sighed and used his seeker skills to reach out and get a hold of her body wash before she could.
"Allow me." Draco said, using his most polite 'spoilt rich kid' tone of voice. Hermione giggled and nodded.
"Of course, Master Malfoy." And she held her arms up above her head. "But please be gentle with me." She whispered quietly.
Draco shook his head, laughing quietly as he squirted a dollop of the liquid soap onto Hermione's body washer.
"Just trust me, and I won't hurt you." Draco gave Hermione a smirk – the kind that she had been used to seeing at Hogwarts when he was over-confident or something was going his way.
Hermione was surprised with how gentle but how painstakingly thorough he was with cleaning her body. He was very careful to scrub every inch of her skin, leaving her feeling extremely clean once she rinsed off the soap suds, if not a little raw.
"I'm certain my back has never felt so squeaky clean in my life!" Hermione laughed as she was about to squirt out more soap so that she could wash Draco, but his strong hand stopped her.
"Should we wash your hair before you focus on me, Miss Granger?" Draco asked.
"If you wish, Mister Malfoy." Hermione said. Her shower routine had already been thrown out of whack; usually she washed her hair first, and then cleaned her body while she let her conditioner sink in before rinsing that and her body wash all at once. But for today she was content to follow in Draco's lead, it simply felt nice to not be the one in charge for a change.
Draco massaged the shampoo through her hair, being careful to shampoo every long brown curl on Hermione's head.
"Was this something you used to do often, at some point?" Hermione asked curiously. She had come to the conclusion that, for a boy, he seemed extremely comfortable with washing hair. Very few boys, or men, were this comfortable washing hair. Draco bit his lip before he replied, wording his answer carefully.
"When I was living in Los Angeles with Ashley, the muggle, she had huge parties most weekends. She and her friends would get very drunk, and I considered myself their personal carer whenever this happened, making sure they had solid food, drank water and arrived home safely. I myself didn't drink at all. Muggle alcohol is nasty stuff.
One night, rather than a house full of random party goers, Ashley invited a handful of her closest friends over for a movie marathon and drinks. They watched every movie they could find about girls that had makeovers or became famous. By the middle of the third movie, they were all very drunk, and they decided they wanted makeovers of their own.
So, of course, they turned to me, the only sober person in the house. I agreed, but they had to teach me how to give manicures, pedicures, massages and how to wash their hair properly." Draco was finished rinsing the conditioner out of Hermione's hair, and handed her the body scrubber so that she could clean him. Hermione's eyes were wide as she listened, committing every word to memory.
"Thankfully Ashley had a mini salon in her house, so I didn't have to wash their hair in the shower like this. Most of them sat in a chair, with their head over a basin and had a nap while I washed their hair. But apparently I did a better job on their 'makeovers' than their paid professionals did.
So I became their 'go-to man' whenever they wanted a new makeover. After about a month, they started commenting that I should learn how to cut hair, too, so I did, just so that they would stop annoying me about it. Eventually I had to tell them they had to make a booking and pay me, otherwise they would show up at the house at all hours of the day and night, demanding a makeover or haircut immediately." Hermione couldn't help but giggle at the thought of Draco getting up in the middle of the night to give a muggle a makeover, his own hair a mess and only wearing pyjama bottoms.
"I surprised myself when I realized I actually really enjoyed giving those girls their makeovers, I just don't want to face my parents if they find out. They would view it as servant work and would not be impressed in the least!" Draco said, smiling happily as Hermione massaged the last of the conditioner out of his hair.
The two were silent for a few moments, standing together under the warm water.
"Should we leave so that we can have some breakfast?" Draco finally asked Hermione.
"You boys, you all either think with your stomach or your little head!" Hermione teased, kissing Draco's chest. "But sure, breakfast sounds really good right about now."
Once they were out shower, Draco noticed that there were no towels to be seen in the bathroom.
"Uh, Hermione, where are your towels?" He asked, watching as Hermione walked over to the en-suite bathroom and wondering if she was going to do a mad streak through the house.
"Just here, behind the door." Hermione said. In the past she usually drip dried in her room or study after a shower, but only recently she had started towelling off, so that she could start the day faster and see Draco sooner.
Hermione handed Draco a spare towel and silently they dried off together, both feeling a little self-conscious and both doing their best to keep their eyes off the other person.
After a few moments Draco gave up and stood up to watch Hermione. She was standing side on to him and had her legs spread apart and was bending over from her hips to dry her legs. Draco couldn't help but admire her slender arms and the curve of her back which led down to her lithe legs.
Hermione could see out of the corner of her eye that Draco was obviously watching her, his eyes roaming over her body. Trying to make it seem like she hadn't noticed, Hermione turned so that her back was to him, and bent over again to dry her other leg, smiling to herself when she heard a very quiet groan from Draco. Her limbs felt heavy with how self-conscious she felt and there were butterflies crashing around in her stomach; but still she made sure to move slowly, starting at her ankle and working her way up to her thigh, being sure to tease the blonde standing behind her.
"Hermione…" Draco said, sounding like he was being strangled. Hermione didn't stand up; she simply spun slightly on her heels so that she was looking around her legs, up at Draco with her behind still clearly in his line of sight.
"Is everything OK?" She asked innocently, her eyes travelling from his feet up to his face. When their eyes met, Hermione saw something change in Draco's, where previously they had been dark and lustful, they changed to being lighter and more confident. A smirk danced across his face and suddenly he looked exactly like the Draco Malfoy that Hermione remembered from Hogwarts.
Except that I never saw him naked while we were at school.
"Oh, everything's fine, Miss Granger." Draco said, turning away from Hermione and hanging up his towel.
Hermione stood up and made to hang up her towel also, confusion crossing her features.
What the hell is he up to? She wondered silently. She stopped in her tracks when Draco turned around and faced her. An arrogant smirk was dancing across his lips, and he was slowly striding over to Hermione, his eyes dark and serious. Power, confidence and raw sex was oozing from every pore in his body; it totally overwhelmed Hermione's senses.
"Granger." He purred, his voice so low it almost sounded like a growl. "I don't like being teased. If you are going to tease me, you had better be ready for a good solid fucking."
Hermione felt her entire body quivering in response; her mind was so scatterbrained that the only thing she could focus on was the wetness oozing down from between her legs.
Before she had time to catch her breath, Draco had covered the few steps it took to close the gap between the pair, roughly gathered her in close against his body and kissed her deeply.
It took her two seconds to recover from her surprise, and when she did, Hermione tried to lift her arms so that she could wrap them around Draco's neck, only to discover he had successfully trapped her arms at her sides. She dropped her towel in vain hope that she could use her hands more efficiently in the attempt to get her arms around his neck.
"You're not going anywhere just yet, Granger." Draco muttered into her ear as he gathered her wrists together and led her back into her bedroom.
Draco led Hermione so that they were standing next to her bed; "I want you on that bed, lying on your stomach with your hands above your head, in ten seconds. Otherwise I won't let you come for a week." He said quietly.
Hermione almost tripped and bellyflopped onto the bed in her rush to do as Draco asked of her, earning an indulgent smile from Draco.
"Now stay still, Granger." He ordered as he strode away from the bed to collect his wand.
With a lazy flick and a silent incantation, he conjured up ropes to tie around Hermione's wrists. The other end he had connected to the bed head. Draco was impressed when Hermione barely flinched; she only glanced up briefly to see what was around her wrists before putting her head down again straight away.
Does she really trust me that much? Draco asked himself in surprise.
Padding quietly around the bed Draco collected two pillows from the head of the bed. "Lift up your hips." He said and licked his lips as Hermione obeyed without a thought. Carefully he placed the two pillows underneath Hermione's hips and gently pushed her down so that she was resting on top of them. The pillows under her hips kept her lovely round ass in the air, making access to her wetness easier for Draco. Not only that, but if he thrust hard enough, and angled himself just right, the pleasure for her would be beyond amazing.
Next Draco made his way into Hermione's wardrobe and found a red silk scarf to tie around her eyes. As he was doing so Hermione spoke, although she barely spoke louder than a whisper and he had to ask her to repeat what she'd said.
"Please keep me safe." She begged. Draco cupped her cheek in his hand so that he could turn her face towards his own, and kissed her softly.
"Of course I will, my Gryffindor Princess. I promise." He said softly. "Now relax." He watched as Hermione placed her head down with a deep breath and visibly relaxed each part of her body.
Draco knelt next to her and trailed his fingers along her arm, along her shoulder and all the way down her spine to her ass, watching as she shivered and wriggled.
Without removing his hand from Hermione's ass, Draco made his way around Hermione so that he was behind her, placed one hand on each of her ass cheeks and started kneading them, setting a slow and steady rhythm.
But Hermione kept wriggling and ruining his rhythm. Without thinking he slapped her ass. "Stay still!" He ordered before casually going back to kneading her ass.
But he froze briefly when he realized that Hermione had uttered a quiet sound of pleasure when he slapped her. Experimentally, Draco raised his other hand and lightly slapped her other ass cheek, smiling as she repeated the noise, but a little louder this time.
"Do you like that, Miss Granger?" He asked. The only response he received was a muffled groan; he slapped her ass again.
"Answer me properly."
"Ye-e-e-es." Hermione managed to gasp out. "I love getting my ass spanked."
Draco felt himself suddenly grow rock hard. The muggles had briefly introduced him to light BDSM sex play and he'd experimented a little with Ashley's friends, but had not intended on bringing that part of his muggle experience back into the wizarding world.
But there's something about Hermione that just makes me want to properly introduce her to that world … maybe she will be open minded to something new? Draco mused while he scraped his fingernails down Hermione's thighs.
"Draco, stop teasing… please." Hermione groaned softly.
Yes, to a certain degree, I think she would enjoy that lifestyle very much.
Hermione had no idea that Draco was considering asking her a life changing question; all she could focus on was the fire trail Draco's fingers had left behind on her skin, making her feel like she was burning.
Well, she was burning … burning with desire. She was dripping wet, her clit was already sensitive and dying to be played with, her hole just wanted to be filled up with something, anything! She so wanted to touch herself and make herself come, since Draco was taking his sweet arse time about it, but the damn ropes around her wrists wouldn't budge!
"I need you, Draco. Please, make me come." She groaned, hoping that by begging he would lose control and just start fucking her.
At her words Draco felt something inside of him snap. Not wanting to waste any time, he lined himself up, and slammed himself inside Hermione.
Draco gripped Hermione's hips as he fucked her roughly, keeping her still and balanced on the pillows. He was holding her tight enough that she couldn't move to meet his thrusts, but gentle enough that he wouldn't leave a mark on her beautiful skin.
"Come for me, Hermione." Draco grunted as he felt himself coming close to his own orgasm.
Hermione's walls clenched around him, tipping him over the edge and making him come inside her, moaning loudly. Feeling Draco come inside her, Hermione screamed into the mattress and came around him, their juices mixing and running onto the pillow.
When the aftershocks of their orgasms finally finished, Draco pulled out of Hermione, took out the pillows from under her hips and hopped off the bed to retrieve his wand so that he could remove the rope from around Hermione's wrists.
Hermione stayed face down on the bed; she knew that Draco was cleaning up, but she wasn't quite ready to move yet. She had never had so much sex before, and the afterglow was a wonderful feeling.
"Are you OK, Hermione?" Draco asked. He'd cleaned the pillows with his wand, placed them back on the bed, out his wand back on the side table and laid himself on the bed next to Hermione.
"Mhmmmmm…" Hermione sighed blissfully, earning a laugh from Draco. Gently he gathered Hermione up in his arms and held her close to him, his arms around her protectively.
The two dozed together all day, heading downstairs briefly in the afternoon to find some lunch and take a handful of snack upstairs to Hermione's study for a mini feast.
Once they were inside Hermione's study, Draco transfigured Hermione's desk into a longer table with shorter legs for the food to go on, while Hermione found some cushions for them to sit on. The table was placed in front of the now open window, for a picnic feel to their lunch.
"This is so nice." Hermione sighed once they had finished eating. She was in Draco's lap and leaning against his chest with his arms around her once again.
"It is." Draco agreed, and bent down to kiss Hermione's cheek. He pulled away, smirking a little, and noticed a little frown dancing across Hermione's lips.
"What's wrong, Hermione? You always seem to frown a little when I half smile. Why do you do that?" Draco asked softly.
Hermione was silent for a few moments, obviously choosing her words carefully, before finally answering.
"Sometimes, when you smirk, you look like the Draco Malfoy I remember from school. The blonde Slytherin who bullied everyone at every chance he got, who tormented Harry Potter and laughed when my teeth grew." Hermione said, lost in her own world and not noticing Draco's expression of self-disgust.
"That smirk reminds me of the Draco Malfoy who, around our fifth year, began his reputation as the Slytherin Sex God, trying to get into the pants of anything with a skirt." This time Hermione noticed Draco blushed at that.
"How much of those rumours were true, anyway?" Hermione asked.
"About a quarter of them." Draco laughed. "I fooled around with a handful Slytherin girls, but didn't actually have sex until I was married. I was too scared of Father's reaction were I to get a girl pregnant. Most of the rumours the girls made up themselves, and I wasn't about to go running around to try and stop them. I was shallow enough then to believe that the kind reputation those girls built for me, was the kind that I wanted to live with for the rest of my life." Draco sighed deeply.
"Well, you've certainly kept that reputation, Master Malfoy." Hermione teased. Draco raised an eye brow at her and kissed the tip of her nose playfully.
"So you frown when I smirk, because you have bad memories of me, smirking?" Draco asked hesitantly.
"That's right." Hermione hesitated, biting her lip.
"What is it?" Draco asked softly, catching her eye.
"During our sixth year, while you were fixing the Vanishing Cabinet to help get the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, I kept seeing you around school. Without deciding to consciously do it, I kept an eye on you." Hermione was focusing on her fingers twisting in her lap, embarrassed to finally be admitting it to someone that she had had a crush on Draco Malfoy during their later years at Hogwarts.
"I watched helplessly as you obviously became unhealthy, missed more and more classes and became a recluse. You stopped being the infamous Draco Malfoy that everyone had come to know. I was worried about you, and I couldn't do anything. But then, one day, I saw you in the hall while we were on the way to potions class, and you were talking to Crabbe and Goyle. As I was passing you, I remember noticing that you looked as skinny as a skeleton, when you suddenly looked up and caught my eye."
"I remember that day." Draco interrupted Hermione, speaking softly.
"I remember it because for once you weren't glued to Potter or Weasley, and you weren't carrying an astonishing amount of books. You looked like an average Hogwarts student, not an over achiever." Draco peeked at Hermione out the corner of his eye.
"Do you want to know what I thought of you that day?" He asked. Hermione nodded, curiosity eating at her, she hadn't known that Draco had paid any attention to her at school other than to tease or torment.
"I realized how hot you were, and if I hadn't been so busy with that bloody Vanishing Cabinet, I would've tried to seduce you." Draco said, laughing a little at the memory of his sixteen year old self.
"I was such a little prick at Hogwarts." He said, making Hermione giggle.
"Yeah, you really were." Hermione agreed.
"So why do you remember that day?" Draco prompted, getting Hermione back to her story.
"Oh, right. I remember you caught my eye, and I didn't want to look away, until you smirked at me. When you smirked, your skin stretched and you looked extremely sick. It was a very unattractive look. Ever since that day, the way you looked then, has haunted me, not just with how sick you looked, but also how useless I had been. That's part of the reason I wanted to do my mediwitch course, so that I could make up for not helping you when I so easily could've." Hermione snuggled into Draco's chest, sad at the memory of the sick sixteen year old Draco.
"I didn't realize you cared about me so much." Draco teased her lightly, trying to cheer her up.
"I've never admitted it to anyone until now, and it wasn't until our fifth year, when your Slytherin Sex God reputation started circling, when I really started to look at you. Even then, sometimes I wanted to punch you more than I wanted to kiss you, with the way you treated everyone." Hermione poked her tongue out at Draco, laughing at him.
"I don't blame you, Miss Granger." Draco laughed with her. "Did you know that we Slytherin's had a bet going, about you?" he asked her. Hermione frowned and shook her head.
"What was it?"
"We all had bets as to whether you'd sleep with Potter or Weasley first."
"Really?!"
"Yeah. Apparently galleons went flying when everyone found out that you got married to Weasley." Draco laughed, sounding a little like Malfoy the Slytherin, not Hermione's Draco.
"Is that a bad thing?" Hermione asked, a little stiffly. Draco noticed the tone of her voice and hugged her tightly, bending down to whisper in her ear.
"Relax, Gryffindor Princess. It's in the past. You were never in danger, as much as many of my fellow Slytherin's wanted to fuck you, none of them would ever touch a 'tainted' muggle born, shallow bastards they are."
"Are you sure?"
"Completely. I promise, you are safe with me, under my protection." Draco made a move to kiss her, but she pulled away out of his reach.
"You need to remember, Malfoy, I am a Gryffindor, and I do not need your protection!" Hermione exclaimed, teasing him.
Draco laughed and leant in to try again for a kiss, but he suddenly froze without warning.
"What's the matter, Draco?" Hermione asked. Draco didn't respond to her question, he remained completely frozen.
"Draco?!" Hermione asked a little louder, getting worried. This time Draco turned and looked into Hermione's eyes, panic deep in his grey eyes.
"Hermione. Are you taking birth control potions?" He asked with a carefully controlled poker face.
"No." Hermione said, watching as the panic in Draco's eyes grew. "But do you remember, the first day we ate ice-cream together, anything I'd said?" Hermione asked, and waited patiently, feeling as though she could almost see the scene playing out in Draco's mind as he tried to remember every word that she had said to him that first day.
Finally, after a few minutes, he remembered, and Hermione giggled as he visibly relaxed.
"I remember now, you said that you're fertile, but only to someone with the correct sperm. Is that right?" Draco said.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it. Putting it in vaguely medical terms, my eggs are not easily broken into by average sperm. The sperm must be ridiculously strong, and at a much higher count than the average wizard." Hermione shrugged.
"I've kept in contact with the mediwitch who found out what my problem was, and I've given her permission to conduct experiments to see if she can find anyone with a high enough sperm count to get me pregnant. So far, there has been no positive result, only failures. And she's managed to find some ridiculously high sperm counts." Hermione sighed. Part of her was grateful, for it meant that she didn't have to worry about brewing and taking birth control potions, but a small part of her hated it, since, at this rate, she was never going to be able to have children of her own.
"I see." Was all Draco could think of as a response.
The two sat together in companionable silence until the sun set and it was dark outside. Then the couple cleaned up their picnic, laughing and teasing each other before making their way back to bed.