"Uh, they make it sound as if I was nearly dying!" Hermione huffed. She had yesterday's Daily Prophet in her hands, and leaned on her kitchen counter, clad casually in jeans and blouse. 'Purple knight rescues returned Golden Princess' the headline read; beneath it was a photo of Draco carrying the wounded and unconscious Hermione through St. Mungo's. Her brown curls fanned over his arm, and two Healers hasted behind them. "In the muggle word, you would have died. Thankfully, this handy wizard thing called Blood Replenishing Potion saved your delectable arse in no time." Draco helped his point by giving the witch a hefty slap on her behind. "Hey! That hurt!" she exclaimed. Another slap followed, however this time his hand stayed on her bum, palming the round surface.
"Did it, now? Do you know what hurt, too? The unplanned slap you gave me in my office." He breathed the words lowly in her ear, making Hermione realise that he stood right behind her. So close in fact, that she could feel his warmth on her back and his intoxicating scent in her nose. "Well, that happened in the moment, and you slapped my bum two times now-" SMACK! After the third time, Draco's middle finger traced the seam of her jeans downwards, coming to rest on the warmest spot between her legs for a second. After the teasing movement, he braced his hands on the counter right and left beside her, effectively caging her. "This is happening in the moment, too. Don't you agree?" he drawled on. Hermione both loved and loathed the fact that he could heat her up in mere seconds. But she wouldn't give in yet. A roll with her hips against his crotch confirmed: she wasn't the only one becoming aroused as her 'delectable arse' touched his growing erection through suddenly too many layers of clothing.
Draco unsuccessfully tried to suppress a moan. "Wouldn't you agree that you should make amends now that you had two slaps for free?" She turned around in her limited space, throwing her arm around his neck and pulling him down for a tongue-filled kiss. Reluctantly, he broke away to talk to her. "Mmmh, maybe there's something we both enjoy." With a swift movement that made Hermione think he'd used magic, Draco had opened the button on her jeans, pulled the zipper and hooked his thumbs in the hem. And -there went her trousers and knickers down on the floor. His grey eyes fueled the fire within her even further when he looked up to her from his now kneeling position. Slightly calloused hands caressed her naked skin, under her blouse, her hips, his index tracing a small circle on her venus mount, further down to her inner thighs. She could feel his hot breath grazing her centre teasingly, longing to feel his lips were she could sense the wetness as witness of her aroused state.
Distracted, she hadn't noticed that his arms had hooked behind her knees, so she gave a surprised gasp as he sat her on the counter with a strong push. All of her inner voices swooned at the sight of his muscled, but lean, arms in action. Thankfully, he hadn't dressed yet, and this was why they could feel skin on skin when he stepped between her legs and kissed her passionately. Hermione hooked her bare legs behind his back and coaxed him against her; they both moaned when her hot and wet centre touched his still clothed middle. A roll with her hips- but Draco didn't want to act according her intentions and strip. "Not so fast, little witch. Amends, remember?" He nipped her bottom lip teasingly, soothing the pleasing pain with his tongue as a replay of what he had seen her doing her when they first felt something remotely sexual for each other. Doing it himself, though, proved even more arousing, and his erection strained against the narrow confines of his remaining clothes. He definitely planned to have his wicked way with her, but first… he distracted himself with opening her blouse, his lips never leaving hers. The blouse had to go first, then the emerald-coloured bra. "Mmh, Hermione," he spoke between deep kisses, "changed your loyalty, I see?" 'Merlin, she always looks fuckable, but in green especially so.' "Just concerning one Slytherin in particular. And wait until you find your new ruby silk boxers.
Though, they're more something for Chris-" he closed his lips around her right nipple fast to break her sentences and massaged the other breast with his hand. It worked; she threw her head back in pleasure and leaned on her hands. But, despite his actions, Draco had a soft moment, because she, inadvertently or not, had stated she thought of them together in long term. He'd admit that to no living being, of course, but it erased some little feelings of insecurity out of him. A repetition of the lip action at the other breast, and Draco left his northern playground in favour of the one that emitted the sweet ambrosian scent he couldn't imagine getting enough of. He followed the course of her body with his tongue, her ribs, her belly, her inner thighs. She emitted a frustrated mewl when he skipped her pussy, but that turned into a heartfelt sigh when he followed her pleadings with an amused curl of his lips. With the help of his hands he adjusted her on the counter to his liking, so he could access her even better.
Draco traced her outer labia, then her inner labia, and Hermione was already on a point where she could feel her climax lying in wait. However, he enjoyed her too much in this highly aroused state as to give her her release yet. Instead, he focused on alternately sucking and licking at her clit now, her moans and groans increasing in volume steadily. When he felt her orgasm drawing so near that she started bucking her hips into his face, desperate for this little more of friction-he stopped. She was too far gone at this point to protest, one sexy mess to his absolute will, and trusting him to reward her for her patience. He caressed her skin then, maybe for a minute: the sensible path between her navel and the seam of her clit,
the small and wet path between her outer labia and her legs, her perineum. But his touches did nothing to lessen her thrill. And when he suddenly pushed two of his fingers into her pussy, as far as they went, simultaneously sucking her clit, it took only one, two three glides of his fingers to throw, no, to catapult her into a screaming orgasm. Though he absolutely enjoyed the pride of being responsible for her blissed state, his own arousal demanded satisfaction. Draco grabbed his witch, placed her gently on her feet and apparated them to her bedroom. There was this one position he always wanted to try… From their standing position, he gently bent her over to the bed until her hands rested on it. She was attentive and curious of what he had in store, knowing he wasn't finished with her. How could he? His hard cock rested between her arse cheeks, free to act, now that he had finally abandoned his boxers.
Tracing her spine with his fingers, he gently commanded, "Be a good girl and give me your left ankle." She was sure she'd give him anything, as long as he used this voice. Dominant, but assuring. Commanding, but respectful. "Now bend your knee a bit and keep it that way. Yes, like that." He lifted her foot at the height of his hip, her lower leg now pointing up straight. The tip of his penis already rested on her entrance and it took him only a small movement with his hips to enter her wholly. Her warmth and wetness stunned him every time at the initial impact; she was always so ready for him. Hermione felt in heaven. Already primed after her first orgasm, she loved her cunt being filled like this, deep and to the brim with Draco's hard cock, stroking her G-spot every time his slow thrusts hit home. Yet, she needed- "More!" she begged, straightening her supporting leg to emphasise her point. "More?" his voice was filled with the struggle to control his thrusts, wishing to prolong the ride.
"If you beg for it-" He had barely finished his sentence, when she followed "More, please, Draco!" Knowing she'd tell him if he should stop, the blond lubricated his index and middle finger at the point where he was still moving in and out of her, where he could spot her overflowing wetness on his prick. Carefully, he followed the darkness between her folds in the direction of her spine. He was curious and excited, wondering if she'd mind? Gently, he probed her anus with one finger, all the while not ceasing his thrusting. Hermione stiffened in surprise at the new feeling, but then gave in the sensation of being filled even more with a loud and feral moan. "Still more?" Draco asked, gritting his teeth, losing the last grip on his control fastly.
"Yesss!" she hissed. With more force than the first, he inserted the his second finger into her back passage. When she bucked her hips against his moving fingers and cock, and he could feel himself with his fingers in her, he knew his body wouldn't give him another option but to start thrusting like an animal. And he did so, speeding up, completely giving into the sensations. It was just feels and sound now, and when he thought his heart and his cock would explode, he felt the familiar tingle in his balls, signaling his impending climax. In perfect synchrony, she started convulsing around him, screaming out her second orgasm, and with an almost relieved grunt, he gave up, surrendering to the carnal challenge and spilled his seed into her. He couldn't remember he'd ever come this hard. Probably just an illusion, because he always felt like this with Hermione. Riding their combined highs out slowly, he loosened the grip on her ankle carefully and pulled out of her, his penis and his fingers. A non-verbal cleansing charm later he hugged her from behind and lowered them both on the mattress. As they lay there, spooning, he murmured into her ear,
"Well, I should sent an owl to Krum in Azkaban. There was no wand in your arse." Both exhausted and happy, they succumbed to sleep. Apparently, when one was invited to tea with Narcissa Malfoy, CEO and owner of Malfoy Inc., it was like an audience with the Queen herself. Hermione waited outside the office in the upper level of the building, and with her waited another handful of witches and wizards. All wore expensive business robes and looked down their noses on her; war heroine or not, this wasn't the sphere of hexes or spells; it was the one of power and money. "Miss Granger, Mrs. Malfoy will welcome you next," The head-secretary, a cliché blonde and beautiful witch told her, her voice covering her disgust not a bit. When the secretary opened the door for Hermione, Narcissa sat behind her giant wooden desk like a royal. Not that Hermione cowered before her boyfriend's mother, on the contrary, she admired the grandesse the older witch oozed like carbon dioxide, from the perfectly manicured nails to the expensive pumps she wore under her robes. "Miss Granger, I'm pleased to see that you recovered from your unfortunate encounter with such a formidable villain." She rose from her seat and came to halt in front of the younger witch. "The article in the Prophet was quite fond of you and the blossoming relationship with my son." Hermione didn't budge an inch under her scrutinizing gaze.
"All they managed to capture was Draco carrying me in the hospital, nothing more." the brunette responded. "That, and the fact that he claimed you as his ." Narcissa floated over to a small table and poured two cups of tea. "You have to know, Miss Granger- as you surely lack experience in that department- this display of affection isn't taken lightly in our circles." Her voice was calm, but the underlying assumptions were easy to detect. "I already received ten quite a few inquisitive owls from old pureblood families, such as the Greengrasses, asking if Draco was formally courting you." Hermione felt hot and cold at the circles her relationship with the Malfoy heir drew. But, as her inner slut reminded her, it was all about money and power, not love, or even sex, with those people. ' Though, the latter ones are so much more fun!' Narcissa hadn't finished with her speech. "Do you have any idea what this- let's call it dalliance for now, will do to the public face of the Malfoy name?"
"No, I don't know, nor do-" Hermione started, trying hard to control her temper, but was rudely interrupted by the other witch. "You may not know what reactions are to be awaited, when my son, the heir to the Malfoy name and business, shows up in public with a muggleborn war heroine, that hid between blood and poison the past years. That-" "-It's impolite to interrupt someone's words, so let me finish!" Hermione's alpha female stomped on the floor, deciding it was her turn now, as this woman was clearly strolling in her recently conquered territory. Her loud words rendered Narcissa speechless for a second. "I don't pretend to know which reactions Draco's and my relationship will cause in the dusty pureblood-circles I have no intention to be a part of, nor do I care."
She lowered her voice again. Screaming at her potential mother-in-law (it was the girly princess that whispered that with a hopeful giggle, still utterly in love with Draco's dramatic entrance at the hospital) wouldn't do any good. "The only person I care about is Draco himself. My past is my own, and, like Draco, I've made some decisions that I'm not entirely proud of. The crucial point is that our pasts led us here, and, somehow, even together. We've been haunted by our past long enough; what counts is the present and the future we have with each other. You can be a part of it, if you want to, but you will probably have to rethink your priorities concerning your family." Okay, taking into consideration that Draco's mother had lied to Voldemort himself to protect him, she might have overstepped her boundaries and anticipated an equal comeback now. However, to Hermione's astonishment, Narcissa Malfoy simply arched one of her perfectly tended eyebrows."Firstly, congratulations: you've passed my inspection." Hermione's inner librarian bounced on her heels at having passed a test, no matter which one.
"Secondly, I expect you to come to my office once a week for tea, and once a month for a shopping trip." Before she could understand Narcissa's implications entirely, Hermione nodded her head. "Thirdly, Draco has two weaknesses: One is you, apparently, so don't hurt him. It took him so long to not only open his bedroom door for a witch, but also his heart." A proud little smile unfurled on the brunette's complexion, listening to the blonde. "The other one: chocolate cookies. He says he can handle a lot of them, but believe me, he can't. And as much as you might love Draco, even with you being a professional in healing, you won't want a repeat of the Christmas-catastrophe when he was twelve years old (a story for another time), so control him, no matter what it takes." The older witch was smiling fondly now, while the inner slut in Hermione quickly listed 69 options to keep Draco distracted from chocolate cookies. When Narcissa opened the office door and informed her secretary loudly that she'd take the rest of the day off to spend it with Doctor Hermione Granger, her son's girlfriend, and if she could please see that those loitering beggars left the building, Hermione had the childish urge to stuck out her tongue at the waiting business people. Instead, she settled for a smirk worthy of a Slytherin. "
That makes absolutely no sense!" Draco stated. "Why should one need a fellowship of nine to throw one ring into the fire, ridiculous! And this blond elf, he clearly has some unresolved father-issues!" Hermione couldn't keep her face straight anymore and dissolved into bubbling laughter. Watching movies with Draco was always so much fun, and today it was one of her favorites: the first part of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. "Shut up and enjoy the show, Legolas!" It wasn't until the fighting scenes that Draco understood that little reference to the way he'd taken Krum down, and gave a chuckle. He still had to learn so much about the muggle culture. Thinking of this, his heart fell a little at the topic he wanted to avoid, but couldn't any longer. "Hermione?" He slightly shrugged his shoulder, which was occupied by her unruly curls at the moment. "Mh?" "I know that the Wizengamot trial of Jackie and Krum have yet to be held, but now that the case is basically closed, what are you going to do?"
He tried very hard to sound simply curious. "Well, the contract with the Ministry is fulfilled, and I've still got my job at the hospital-" "That means you're going back to the muggle world?" Draco failed miserably to cover his anxiety. "Will you let me finish, Auror Malfoy ? I thought about it, going back to where I've practically hidden-" she turned to face him, her eyes gazing softly into his, "But that was before I realised that I belong to the world of magic. This, and the little fact that a certain blond Auror wouldn't leave my head, and, of course, my heart-" the rest was drowned in feverish kisses. Giggling, she broke away when oxygen became an issue. "I have a meeting scheduled with Kingsley to discuss my options, but I'm convinced he'll find something for me to do. I think the Ministry would do good with someone to research and test the combined usage of muggle medicine and wizarding healing, don't you think?" Being the good boyfriend that he was, Draco showered Hermione in passionate kisses and told her how right she was. Though there was the alpha male in him, insisting on ideas he knew he'd better not say aloud -yet, sounding awfully possessive, 'As long as there's a Malfoy family heirloom on your ring finger and my seed planted in your fertile womb at some point in the future, you can do whatever you like, little witch.' Thankfully, the rest of his brain was more level-headed and smacked the alpha over the head.
Hermione sighed. "Okay, Mr. Diggle, I'm going to explain it again: This," she held up a plant with her gloved right hand, "Is Aconite . The plant you were looking for, one of Europe's most poisonous plants, by the way. This, on the other side," she showed the brown-haired man before her another plant with her equally gloved left hand, "Is Delphinium, though not as toxic as the former, it is quite dangerous. They are easy mistaken for another, so the next time you collect Aconite for your Wideye Potion, take a botanical book with pictures with you, yes? You can thank Merlin you had a bezoar in your pocket." "I really am. -Doctor Granger… by any chance, you're not seeing anyone, are you?" Hermione rolled her eyes, this man had nerves! " Good day, Mr. Diggle!" "Yes, Doctor Granger," the man mumbled ashamed. With a reassuring smile, Hermione released her patient and enjoyed the quiet minutes that followed, reminiscing the last months. There had been the trial of Jackie Stevens and Viktor Krum at the Wizengamot. Viktor had been charged to a lifelong sentence in Azkaban, because he wasn't only the criminal mastermind behind Morgana's Touch, but he was also accused of attempted murder of Harry Potter and attempted rape of Hermione Granger. Jackie, well, she was a special case. After all, she committed her crimes out of unrequited love, and that was why Hermione took pity and spoke on her behalf. The brunette suggested, instead, the following punishment: her wand snapped, Jackie was banned to a life between muggles for five years, scrubbing bedpans in Hermione's former hospital for a living.
Draco thanked her for her Slytherin-ness with a set of emerald earrings. With a knock on her open door, Hermione was shaken out of her reverie. The heavily pregnant Ginny Potter supported herself on the doorframe, clearly in pain. "Sorry to interrupt your musings. But I assume you have time for helping your goddaughter's birth?" Grinning, the doctor rushed to the other witch's side, gently leading her to the maternity ward. "Of course, let's get the party started!" The friendship of the Golden Trio was still strained, and at some points, they were sure that it would never be the same trust and understanding between the three of them. Nevertheless, they were fighting for it. It helped Hermione a lot that Draco had been in Harry's circle of friends for some time now and knew about many things she had missed. For example there had been this one occasion when he'd pried a sobbing Albus out of her arms, and gently asked if it had been the Flint boy who'd upset him, again. After some words of encouragement and a short briefing in Slytherin for beginners, Albus had regained his sunny nature - and Pansy's son was in for a hairy and sticky surprise the next day. Hermione was regularly invited to the gatherings at the Burrow- and had been welcomed there with open arms and a lot of tears (and apologies). Though, she wasn't too proud to admit it had been Draco's calming hand on the small of her back which guided her through the first visit. All in all, it was a natural development, when some months ago, Ginny had stated the wish that it should be Hermione who'd be the midwife for the Potter's fourth child's birth and the godmother to the little girl. Minutes after that, Hermione had opened her books to refresh her knowledge on childbirth and arranged a meeting with Juliet's colleague, the resident obstetrician of her old workplace. She was quite fascinated by the matter, and this was why she installed the peridural anesthesia as her first deed in her new job as Head of Trans-Magical Medicine. Hermione split her work hours between working and researching in St. Mungo's and her lab at the Ministry. She didn't regret for a second that she returned fully to a life as a witch, though there had been problems that needed solving. Explaining to her muggle friends she was moving in with Draco, who lived in an expansive manor in Wiltshire, had been the easier part - but installing the charms and wards that made Malfoy Manor appear like any other vast muggle building in their eyes called for a good portion of creativity and inventive magic from her and Draco.
Speaking of the blond Auror - he entered the delivery room one hour after Ginny and Hermione, his eyes closed in fear of seeing something he rather wouldn't. Though, he could hear his witch talking to Harry's wife, which was groaning and panting heavily. "You're progressing nicely, Ginny. Your cervix is already dilated fully, which was expected to happen so fast. after all, this is your fourth birth. You should be able to start pushing, soon. Open your eyes, Draco, don't be ridiculous. The birth of a child is the most natural occurrence in the world," she admonished, as if she was talking about picking flowers, and not about the circumstance that the redhead - and red-faced -woman, whose spread legs she was positioned between, doing Merlin-knows-what, was about to press a human out of her womb. "And an occurrence which the father of the child should be part of, don't you think?" Draco answered, his view firmly on the floor.
"Where is Harry, this sodding bastard?" Unnecessary to confirm, it was Ginny who uttered those words. "That is why I came here. He's still in Scotland somewhere, and our owls can't reach him." "Oh, Draco! Really ?" Hermione scolded him as if it was his fault. "I have barely had time for the PDA. This was bound to happen so fast!" She meant to make him feel at least a little guilty with that tone. "What can I do?" The moment he finished, he knew the words were a mistake. " You are her birth partner now!" Hermione ordered. "Excuse me?" - Damnit, he lifted his gaze to Hermione's and saw the ugly mess surrounding her. Most natural occurrence in the world - Salazar's arse! This was a massacre ! His girlfriend must have seen him swaying, and, the sweet girl she was, helped him with his misery, "Draco, for God's sake! Get your act together and climb behind Ginny. Hold her hands and let her curse you instead of Harry!" Of course, Harry had been in for the fun part, he was the one who'd finish his job. Not that he ever wanted the fun part with Ginny . Twenty minutes and what felt like a dozen broken bones in his hands later, a baby's cry echoed through the delivery room. After the little girl had been weighed, cleaned and declared absolutely healthy (and Hermione had healed Draco's crushed bones), Harry Potter had the decency to finally arrive.
After the expected round of tears and hugs and more tears, the proud father placed the wrapped bundle in Hermione's arms again. "Hermione, Draco, may I present you: Minerva Hermione Potter!" "Oh, Harry!" Carefully, as not to squish the delicate baby in her grip, Hermione hugged her friend, equally dissolving in tears. Draco, after hugging his partner (in a manly way, of course) and giving Ginny a kiss on her cheek, stepped back to observe the scene. All three other adults had their eyes on the newborn. The Malfoy heir chuckled at the irony that this baby, conceived under the influence on Morgana's Touch, was born on the day which was followed by Beltane's night. At the same time, his grey eyes softened when he saw tears of joy falling down Hermione rosy cheeks. Unconsciously, he reached for the little box in his robes, which held an ancient and sparkling secret. For a second, he contemplated if they were indeed ready for the next step. But when Hermione lifted her beautiful brown eyes to smile lovingly at him, Draco knew without doubt: This was the witch he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, their love the only magic he needed to be high of. Nine months after that night (and seven and a half after a laughing fit of the soon-to-be father, because the magic of Beltane had apparently overcome the Muggle contraceptives Hermione insisted on using), Draco's and Harry's dream of a complete Quidditch team in the next generation came true: Scorpius Draco Malfoy entered the magical world of his parents - and of course, he'd play Seeker.