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43.
Afterwards, once they'd finally disentangled and Hermione had showed him how to remove the condom and knot it, they lay there naked staring at the ceiling side by side, exhausted, and sweaty, and blissfully replete.
"Merlin. That was..." Malfoy mumbled, trailing off. Frowning thoughtfully. "Excellent," he tried. "Unexpected. Really, really amazing. You might just kill me if we keep this up, Granger."
"I think I'm ovulating," Hermione said with a smile she hid behind her fingers, still completely naked, the sheet hitched precariously around her hips. "That always makes me a little extra... well. And with you – Merlin, I feel like an animal in heat. Like I can't control myself. And it seems I can't. Because I didn't plan any of that." She thought she might blush, but she was so flushed from exertion that she was already red and hot. "Sorry."
"Shit, don't apologise. I'm not complaining, Granger. Trust me. Salazar's sake." He was still breathless, the back of his head cradled in his hand as he rolled it to meet her eyes, a lopsided smile gracing his face. He looked like the cat that had got the cream. "Christmas cannot come fast enough. Because the idea of following your rules again after this, is going to drive me insane."
"I'm sorry. I know my rules are stupid, but –"
"They're not stupid, Granger. I didn't say that. They're infuriating, but not stupid." Malfoy smiled at her faintly. "I know you. Rules, order, and plans. And honour, and loyalty, and you're probably going to feel terrible about doing this later. All guilty and conflicted."
"No, I won't," she denied and he gave her a look.
"You just fucked me in your marital bed, using your husband's contraceptive thingys. I'm fairly certain you're going to end up feeling bad." The annoying thing was, he was right. Hermione couldn't imagine regretting what had just happened, but she was fairly sure that once the afterglow wore off she'd feel guilty, to some degree. "That's the difference between you and me, Granger – I won't feel bad. At all."
"Not even –" she started and he cut her off, his eyes sharp and heated and his mouth flickering halfway to a smirk as he shifted to his side, palming his hand gently over her breasts.
"No, Granger, I could – well, I won't say what I could do to you without feeling guilty." His smirk turned dark, and Hermione swallowed hard. Her stomach twisted and unbelievably arousal squirmed through her again.
"Merlin, I don't know if that sounds serial killer frightening, or just plain perverse, Malfoy," she tried, but it came out a little breathless, as he bent his white-blond head to her left nipple, tongue laving over it lazily. Her fingers curled in his hair. "You could be talking about torturing me to death."
Malfoy made an unhappy noise as he dropped a kiss beside her nipple and lifted his head, meeting her eyes. His expression was confusingly wounded. "Don't joke about that," he said tightly, tugging her close to him, his hand petting over her hair, possessive and tender at once, and the events of the past week came rushing back to Hermione like a slap in the face. Sickening and awful; torture, death. Hermione didn't blame Malfoy for bringing it up, but it had faded from her mind for awhile, eclipsed by desire and sex. And now it was rearing up in her mind again. Well, shit.
She supposed it had been inevitable but disquiet pooled in her stomach, and she rolled onto her side and melded herself to him, her cheek to his sternum, their skin sticky together. Merlin, he felt so good. Hard and lean, his stomach expanding and caving under her breasts. Malfoy sensed the shift in her mood, because he swore under his breath and apologised, exhaling slowly before returning to the previous topic.
"Perverse things, Granger. Very perverse," he said almost like a threat, as he kept running his fingers soothingly through her hair, unpicking tangles. Hermione hummed, her curiosity outweighing the darker thoughts that had come lurching back up. She looked up at Malfoy, his eyes dark and his lashes long and curling, casting spidery shadows beneath his eyes.
"Like what? What perverse things would you do and not feel guilty for?" she asked him, smiling, arousal simmering under the surface.
He smirked briefly. "You sure you want to know?"
"Mmhm." Hermione nodded and his eyes speared her through, his thumb dragging over her lips gentle but possessive at once. "Whatever comes to mind," she said, her lips moving against his thumb, which she nipped at then drew into her mouth, sucking on it teasingly.
Malfoy's voice when he spoke was low, and intent. "Well then. I'd have you naked on all fours in front of both Weasley and Potter, moaning and screaming, your own juices trickling down your thighs as I fucked you." It was utterly honest, and Hermione had no doubt as she stared up into his eyes, his pupils blown huge, that he would do it.
"Oh –" it came out breathy and wobbling as, confusingly, arousal bolted through her along with an aghast shock "– oh fuck, Malfoy."
"I'm not saying that's something I'd actually do," he added, grinning lazily, playful as he twined a lock of Hermione's hair around his finger. "I just wouldn't feel guilty about fucking you in front of Weasley." He paused. "And Potter."
"That's filthy," she said, covering her face with her hand and peeking up at him through her fingers, her cheeks hot. And then Hermione dropped her hand and narrowed her eyes on him. "And oddly specific for something you only just thought of."
"I didn't say that," he said. "And that's probably one of the tamer things I could've told you, Granger." He gave her a wry, somehow self-deprecating look as he went on, lips twitching with a smile he repressed. "I have a very...rich fantasy life. To be fair, for close to the past decade, my sex life has sadly consisted almost solely of fantasies and my own hand. So it's gotten a little weird up there." He chewed on his lower lip for a second, showing a flash of uncertainty. "Not that I want to do any of it. So you don't have to worry I'm going to make any strange requests of you."
Hermione laughed, face pressed against his chest, her shoulders shaking. "Well so far, I have no complaints. And I might let you do some of it, if you asked nicely. But not that one. Obviously. That one's awful." She looked at him with her eyes narrowed again, pushing him onto his back on the bed and climbing astride him, shivering as her sensitive nether regions made contact with his mostly flaccid cock. "How long has that one been floating around in your head?"
"That one? Hm." His expression was amused, but she could feel his cock stiffening. He reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands, thumbs brushing over her nipples, a weirdly glazed, focused look coming over his eyes. "Maybe a little over twenty years?"
Merlin. He'd had that in his head for over two decades? "So, since Azkaban, then?" Hermione checked, and Malfoy nodded, slightly self-conscious.
"It started off more as a, hmm..."
"Humiliation fantasy?" she filled in, knowing full well that eighteen year old Malfoy hadn't been filled with tender feelings for her. "Putting me in my proper place?" He winced, but nodded. Hermione snorted, imagining him at eighteen in a cell, wanking to thoughts of punishing her by screwing her silly. And then pulling it out again over the years, now and then, until finally she imagined it became less about humiliating her, and more about humiliating Ron and Harry. Bizarre. Utterly bizarre. And yet... "I don't know whether to be more disturbed or aroused right now." But as she felt his cock continuing to harden under her, arousal won out and she rocked on his erection involuntarily, a little whimper escaping her lips.
The mood shifted again, like a compass swinging back to north, the atmosphere heavy with sexual tension.
"Oh, I know what you are," Malfoy said, pushing himself upright, arm sliding around Hermione to keep her firmly on his lap, his erection trapped between them, the shaft pressing against her clit. He kissed her long and deep and then dipped his fingers between her legs, and almost embarrassingly, she was soaking wet again. "Fuck, Granger. You're sopping. If I didn't know better, I'd think you liked the idea of an audience." He slapped her on the bum lightly, and then hefted her off him as though she weighed half what she did, plopping her on the bed beside him with a bounce and a squeak.
"We won't have the audience, but I want you on all fours anyway," he said demandingly, an edge to his voice as if he was that eighteen year old in the cell looking to punish her. "Right now." Except he was thirty-nine, and he loved her, and Hermione made an inarticulate, choked sound, desire throbbing through her again. "Yeah?" he checked, and she nodded hard, like a marionette with its strings pulled.
"Yes please," she whispered, desperate all over again.
"Give me one of those Muggle things then. I can't be bothered with a charm, and they're not too bad." Malfoy raised a brow, still all arrogant demand and Hermione scrambled for the drawer, yanking out another condom with stupidly shaky fingers. He managed to roll it on himself this time, as she sat there watching, her breath tight. Anticipation shivered through her, and she felt greedy – insatiable. Once he was done he shot her a triumphant little grin, breaking the character he'd half slid into, and Hermione bit her lip, overflowing with fondness and love.
But then, "On all fours for me then, Granger," he said roughly as he stood beside the bed, seizing a fistful of her hair and tugging gently, and feeling suddenly self-conscious, Hermione complied. On her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, Malfoy's hands sliding over her hips and bum, warm and appreciative. But he was impatient and after only a moment's exploration he was pushing his cock into her exquisitely tender, wet cunt with a hiss of pleasure. Hermione was moaning before the head of him was even fully in, her fists clenching in the blankets, feeling everything with such an intensity it hurt. And then he was sliding all the way home, and her lips parted as she whooped for air, her head hanging down, eyes shut as a sore, insistent pleasure bloomed in her belly. Merlin, he went even deeper from this angle.
"Hnngh..." she whimpered inarticulately, as Malfoy withdrew nearly all the way, and then shoved home again hard, her cunt twitching around his cock. God, it felt like a blunt, nearly brutal invasion, but it was one Hermione welcomed. She pushed back against him rhythmically, little gasps and moans escaping with every thrust, her skin glowing, her pulse in her fingertips, and her insides filled with a liquid electricity.
"Fuck," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, "Granger..."