Chapter 31. Movie Night Pt. 1

POV Hermione

The days following the verdict were spent sorting through an influx of mail. It ranged from positive support and outrage against what happened to her, and hateful threatening mail claiming that she was just looking to hide the fact that she was shacked up with a known Death Eater. One Howler in particular that appeared on Wednesday had been manipulated with sticking charms so it couldn't open and stuck to Hermione's hand as it became more and more unstable, finally erupting in flames, burning her hands as Draco franticly tried to douse the fire.

"Enough of this! No more! All mail for the foreseeable future is going to be vetted by the Ministry first!" Draco had said, pouring nearly half a bottle of Theo's experimental Dittany onto her hands.

"Draco I am fine, the Ministry doesn't have enough employees to handle the extra work!"

"I don't care! I'll hire someone myself if I must, but you are not opening another letter unless we know for sure it is safe!"

She had rolled her eyes believing him to be overly cautious. While it had been painful, she didn't think anyone would actually be daring enough to make an attempt on her life knowing she was being watched as closely as she was.

Hermione spared a glance at Draco who had decided last night to give Daisy and Leaf a vacation, leaving him with breakfast duty. He was standing over a skillet of burnt eggs, flexing his jaw, clearly frustrated with his lack of cooking skills. Her mouth quirked up in a half smile before she sighed and dropped her eyes to the floor. He was keeping something from her, she was sure of it. Sunday in Diagon had been stressful and following his long conversation with Luna he had been in a full-blown panic. He had promised to tell her what was wrong when they got home, but the pitiful excuse of a second run-in with Ginny wasn't sitting right with Hermione.

I should send her an owl and see if she will tell me what they talked about.

She wasn't angry at him, not really, she didn't have reason to be, just speculation, and yet a niggling part at the back of her mind wanted to yell at him. She didn't like secrets, even good ones most of the time. It was an unknown in her life and, in her experience, unknowns could be a death sentence.

Standing, she crossed the room to him, flicking her want to vanish the burnt food. When he turned to look at her, she offered him a smile, "I'll order take-out." She said, planting a kiss to his cheek.

"I should be able to manage a simple serving of scrambled eggs." He said, casting a cleansing charm on the dishes and placing them back in the cabinet.

"It takes practice Draco; I've burned my fair share of food in my life."

He sighed, pulling her into his chest, "The brightest witch of our age burning food, and admitting it?" he asked facetiously, waving his wand towards her, a diagnostic bubble appearing to her right, "I need to check your vitals princess, you must have a fever."

She rolled her eyes and brushed him off, "I'm perfectly capable of admitting when I'm wrong."

"Uh-huh. Alright Granger, sure."

"Oh hush. Have a seat while I order breakfast."

"Yes ma'am."

After the disastrous breakfast, and a light lunch, Hermione began preparations for their movie night with the group. She had debated heavily on what would be the best choice to introduce to them first. She had first thought about something shocking but fun like Rocky Horror Picture Show, but realized how insufferable Theo would likely be. She was willing to bet it would become an obsession for him so she decided to save that for later. In the end she settled on The Lion King, thinking that an animated movie would be would be like muggle magic to them.

When 5 o'clock rolled around, she ran upstairs for a quick shower, changing into comfortable pajamas and grabbing the VHS from the box in the attic. She sees a stack of board games in the corner and at first reaches for Monopoly before reading how horrible of an idea that was. She would need to teach them not only how to play, but about muggle currency, not to mention the high likelihood of a fight breaking out. Draco was always a sore loser, she remembered very well many "my father will hear about this" moments following matches against Gryffindor, and she was willing to bet that was one part of him that hadn't changed. She placed the game back down, picking up instead The Game of Life. It had been a personal favorite of hers growing up, suddenly very excited to play it with her new friends.

Dropping the items on the coffee table she noticed Draco was no longer downstairs. She checked the library first before conceding he must have gone up to their room. She needed to get one more thing from her beaded bag anyway so she traipsed up the stairs to find him. When she opened the door she was greeted with the sight of a very naked and very wet Draco. Her breath hitched taking in the hard lines of his muscles and the way he had his hair pushed back away from his face. He didn't wear it slicked back anymore which she was grateful for on most days, but something about the way it looked on him now just reminded her of all the times she would find herself staring at him when they were children, entranced by his boyish looks, even if he did treat her terribly.

"See something you like Granger?"

Fuck she was staring.

"Oh! Er… I mean… I just didn't know you were in here getting dressed is all. I'll er…"

He stepped towards her running his fingers through his hair as he approached. She was slowly retreating backwards out the door when her back bumped into a wall.

Shit.

The distance closed between them and her gaze drifted up from the floor to his face as he finally reached her, and pressed a hand to the wall above her head. He reached his other hand up to run his thumb along her jaw, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "You can look all you want Hermione," he said and he untucked the towel, letting it drop to the floor.

Saliva pooled in her mouth, watering at the sight of him, and she squeezed her thighs together to try to alleviate the immediate throbbing that pulsed through her core. She wanted him desperately, having only been intimate with him twice since they had left Hogwarts. She was confident that she was ready for the next step, but Draco was overly cautious; understandable considering their last encounter had her having a meltdown in the middle. She cursed herself for letting her mind overpower her like that.

Her eyes raked over every inch of him, wanting to commit them all to memory. He took her hand in his own and placed a kiss to her knuckles before guiding it down and placing it on his cock. A gasp ripped from his throat, her pussy dripping in response. Fuck, she needed him. He was already hard as she began to stroke him, watching intently as a bead of precum leaked from the tip.

Just a taste.

She went to drop to her knees when a voice called out her name.

"Hermione?"

Nobody should be here yet and the floo was locked so she figured she must have imagined it. She placed a gentle kiss to the head of his dick, looking up at his lust-filled face. She opened her mouth to take him in when she heard it again.

"Hermione!?"

She snapped out of her fantasy, Draco returning to his position across the room, disappointment flooding her on top of embarrassment as she realized what had just happened.

"Huh? Sorry, what?" she replied, quickly, hoping to not sound too suspicious.

"I said, see something you like?"

"Oh. Er…"

Say something!

"The girls had a nickname for you in Gryffindor Tower. Broom thighs. I can see why they did." She babbled, before turning and making a swift exit from the room.

What the fuck was that you nutter! You've seen him naked before!