First Time for Everything
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
15,500
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13
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Chapter 1
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the people that you know of. However, the cute people i made up for this fic are MINE! so BACK OFF!
Thanks to Raffy, who was nice enough to beta this fic for me to keep it a surprise. Thanks chick!
My Christmas present to my beautiful lovely wonderful beta, reetinkerbell she challenged me, and i wrote it as well as i could. Here\'s what she challenged me to do:
Challenge
- Continuation from ‘Alone at Last’
- Post Hogwarts-how much time has passed is up to me
- Background on how everyone reacted to D/Hr and where they all are now in life
- Snowfall or snowball fight
- Hermione teaching Draco how to do something Muggle
- Draco meeting Hermione’s relatives
- Happy, fluffy, humorous
- NC-17
- BONUS PAIRING- Harry/Luna Ron/Pansy
This is a companion peice to Alone at Last
First Time For Everything (1/5)
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked, after finding her husband on his hands and knees crawling around on the library floor.
“Hide and seek” he answered simply.
Hermione threw her hands in the air, “Draco, I told you that we’re supposed to be there at six-o-clock. It’s nearly that time now!”
“Yes dear, and I’ve been ‘seeking’ for an hour. He’s getting very good at this game.”
Hermione sighed and pulled out her wand, “And here I thought you were a wizard. Accio Dominick.”
A squeal could be heard from down the hall and a small blond boy of six floated into the room.
“Aw, mum, why’d you do that? He never woulda found me!”
Hermione looked at her first born, “Yes that’s the point. Look, I’m sorry kiddo, but we’re late and we need to get to Grandma’s.”
The boys’ eyes lit up at the last word. He absolutely adored Hermione’s mother, and the feeling was mutual. Ever since Dominick Malfoy had entered the world, his grandmother doted on him every chance she got.
Hermione had gotten pregnant only a few months after graduating from Hogwarts. She worried at first at how Draco would take the news and didn’t tell him for a month. When she did tell him, her worries were instantly erased by the brilliant smile on his face.
He’d went down on one knee right then and asked her to marry him, pulling a beautiful ring out of his pocket and placing it on her finger. Apparently he’d bought the ring for her months before but was terrified of proposing. Thinking that Hermione would turn him down, saying they were too young for such commitment.
She shook the thoughts out of her head and looked up to find her husband grinning at her.
“What?”
“You come in here saying ‘We’ll be late’ yet here you are, daydreaming.”
Hermione flushed and Draco suddenly drew her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Hermione was amazed that her knees still got weak from his kiss. She’d read that a lot of marriages got boring after time but after two years of dating, seven years of marriage and two children, every time they touched it was still exciting.
“Ew! That’s so gross!” came a voice.
They broke the kiss and looked down at their son, who had his hands over his eyes.
Draco laughed, “Go on to your room Dominick and get ready to go.”
The boy turned and ran out of the room, leaving his parents alone. Draco turned back to his wife and pushed her against a bookcase. He took her mouth with his again, cradling the side of her face with his hand. His tongue swept inside her mouth, touching hers once lightly, before going to war with it.
He pushed his hips against her, smiling as she moaned deep in her throat. He loved that sound almost as much as he loved making her do it. Releasing her mouth, his lips wandered down her neck, licking and sucking on it gently.
“Do we have time?” he asked, already undoing his pants and dropping them to the floor.
“Absolutely not.” Hermione said, but moaned when Draco’s fingers found their way up her skirt and under her knickers. He lightly skimmed her clit with his fingertips before pushing a digit into her, pumping them slowly. She fisted his hair and pulled him up to kiss her again.
Draco lifted her leg and placed it around his hips. Pulling her knickers to the side, he thrust into her. Hermione moaned loudly and somewhere in Draco’s conscience mind he was glad that the children’s rooms were far from the library.
He ripped the buttons of her blouse off clean, mumbling that he’d buy her a new one, and lifted her breasts from the cups of her bra. Taking one in his hand, he licked his lips before taking the nipple in his mouth.
He was thrusting at a maddeningly slow pace and it was driving Hermione crazy. She raised her other leg up around his waist and locked her legs together. He lifted her higher in his arms and she took control, riding on him.
Draco made his way to a large armchair as best he could with Hermione bouncing on him and moaning his name in his ear. He sat down with Hermione straddling him and took a nipple in his mouth again. Hermione arched her back, still riding, as he kissed his way down her stomach and then back up. He put his hands in her hair and pulled her back to him, attacking her neck and ear lobes, gently biting them.
Hermione growled and began moving on him at a frantic pace. He could feel her muscles clamping around his cock and his mouth found hers at the same moment his fingers found her clit. She screamed in his mouth when his fingers brushed her nub and she came, tremors rushing through her body.
Draco quickly flipped them over in the huge chair, kissing her neck again before pounding into her.
“Oh Gods Draco!” Hermione groaned.
Her pussy lips were drenched and they were still contracting from her orgasm. Draco had one of his hands holding onto Hermione’s hips, fingers digging into her skin. The other was splayed across her lower abdomen, his thumb stretched over to rub her clit.
She exploded again, moaning loudly and he came as well, stiffening above her as his seed shot deep within her body. He collapsed on her, taking in deep gulps of air before slowly pulling out of her and standing. He helped her stand and kissed her once more.
“I love you.”
Hermione smiled at him, “I know luv, and I love you too.”
The grandfather clock in the corner of the library chimed and Hermione cursed.
“Now we really are late!”
Draco sighed, “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”
“Draco! We’ve been married for seven years and the only relatives of mine you’ve met are my parents. You’ve got to meet the rest eventually. They’d like to meet the father of my children.”
“But a Muggle Christmas party?” He made a face that reminded Hermione of Dominick when he was sent to bed.
“Come now luv, I’ll make it worth your while.”
He nodded happily, “Alright, go get cleaned up, I’ll get the kids.” He patted her bottom as she walked by him and out of the room.
Making sure to fix himself properly, he headed off toward his children’s rooms. Halfway down the hall he halted, noticing a single chocolate chip cookie floating down the hall.
“Mya,” he said, chuckling to himself.
He’d convinced Hermione to let him name her. He’d always loved the name Mya, since the day he’d tried to call Hermione that as a nickname in Seventh year. She said, quite bluntly, that if he called her that again he’d wake up with one less body part. He never called her that since that day but swore that their daughter would be named Mya.
The youngest Malfoy was already doing magic at two years of age. Usually it involved getting sweets, or reaching high shelves for her toys. Draco remembered almost having a stroke one night when he’d walked into Mya’s room and found her hovering next to the top shelf of her closet, reaching out for a stuffed bear.
Draco turned the corner and was greeted by the sight of his daughter, sitting on the floor of the hallway, happily munching the cookie. Little chunks of chocolate were stuck in her light brown hair, as well as on her dress and smeared across her face. Her grey eyes brightened upon seeing him and she held her sticky hands up, wanting to be picked up.
Draco shook his head and pulled out his wand, “Scourgify.”
The chocolate disappeared and Mya was left sparkling clean. He picked her up and continued down the hall to his son’s room.
Thanks to Raffy, who was nice enough to beta this fic for me to keep it a surprise. Thanks chick!
My Christmas present to my beautiful lovely wonderful beta, reetinkerbell she challenged me, and i wrote it as well as i could. Here\'s what she challenged me to do:
Challenge
- Continuation from ‘Alone at Last’
- Post Hogwarts-how much time has passed is up to me
- Background on how everyone reacted to D/Hr and where they all are now in life
- Snowfall or snowball fight
- Hermione teaching Draco how to do something Muggle
- Draco meeting Hermione’s relatives
- Happy, fluffy, humorous
- NC-17
- BONUS PAIRING- Harry/Luna Ron/Pansy
This is a companion peice to Alone at Last
First Time For Everything (1/5)
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked, after finding her husband on his hands and knees crawling around on the library floor.
“Hide and seek” he answered simply.
Hermione threw her hands in the air, “Draco, I told you that we’re supposed to be there at six-o-clock. It’s nearly that time now!”
“Yes dear, and I’ve been ‘seeking’ for an hour. He’s getting very good at this game.”
Hermione sighed and pulled out her wand, “And here I thought you were a wizard. Accio Dominick.”
A squeal could be heard from down the hall and a small blond boy of six floated into the room.
“Aw, mum, why’d you do that? He never woulda found me!”
Hermione looked at her first born, “Yes that’s the point. Look, I’m sorry kiddo, but we’re late and we need to get to Grandma’s.”
The boys’ eyes lit up at the last word. He absolutely adored Hermione’s mother, and the feeling was mutual. Ever since Dominick Malfoy had entered the world, his grandmother doted on him every chance she got.
Hermione had gotten pregnant only a few months after graduating from Hogwarts. She worried at first at how Draco would take the news and didn’t tell him for a month. When she did tell him, her worries were instantly erased by the brilliant smile on his face.
He’d went down on one knee right then and asked her to marry him, pulling a beautiful ring out of his pocket and placing it on her finger. Apparently he’d bought the ring for her months before but was terrified of proposing. Thinking that Hermione would turn him down, saying they were too young for such commitment.
She shook the thoughts out of her head and looked up to find her husband grinning at her.
“What?”
“You come in here saying ‘We’ll be late’ yet here you are, daydreaming.”
Hermione flushed and Draco suddenly drew her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Hermione was amazed that her knees still got weak from his kiss. She’d read that a lot of marriages got boring after time but after two years of dating, seven years of marriage and two children, every time they touched it was still exciting.
“Ew! That’s so gross!” came a voice.
They broke the kiss and looked down at their son, who had his hands over his eyes.
Draco laughed, “Go on to your room Dominick and get ready to go.”
The boy turned and ran out of the room, leaving his parents alone. Draco turned back to his wife and pushed her against a bookcase. He took her mouth with his again, cradling the side of her face with his hand. His tongue swept inside her mouth, touching hers once lightly, before going to war with it.
He pushed his hips against her, smiling as she moaned deep in her throat. He loved that sound almost as much as he loved making her do it. Releasing her mouth, his lips wandered down her neck, licking and sucking on it gently.
“Do we have time?” he asked, already undoing his pants and dropping them to the floor.
“Absolutely not.” Hermione said, but moaned when Draco’s fingers found their way up her skirt and under her knickers. He lightly skimmed her clit with his fingertips before pushing a digit into her, pumping them slowly. She fisted his hair and pulled him up to kiss her again.
Draco lifted her leg and placed it around his hips. Pulling her knickers to the side, he thrust into her. Hermione moaned loudly and somewhere in Draco’s conscience mind he was glad that the children’s rooms were far from the library.
He ripped the buttons of her blouse off clean, mumbling that he’d buy her a new one, and lifted her breasts from the cups of her bra. Taking one in his hand, he licked his lips before taking the nipple in his mouth.
He was thrusting at a maddeningly slow pace and it was driving Hermione crazy. She raised her other leg up around his waist and locked her legs together. He lifted her higher in his arms and she took control, riding on him.
Draco made his way to a large armchair as best he could with Hermione bouncing on him and moaning his name in his ear. He sat down with Hermione straddling him and took a nipple in his mouth again. Hermione arched her back, still riding, as he kissed his way down her stomach and then back up. He put his hands in her hair and pulled her back to him, attacking her neck and ear lobes, gently biting them.
Hermione growled and began moving on him at a frantic pace. He could feel her muscles clamping around his cock and his mouth found hers at the same moment his fingers found her clit. She screamed in his mouth when his fingers brushed her nub and she came, tremors rushing through her body.
Draco quickly flipped them over in the huge chair, kissing her neck again before pounding into her.
“Oh Gods Draco!” Hermione groaned.
Her pussy lips were drenched and they were still contracting from her orgasm. Draco had one of his hands holding onto Hermione’s hips, fingers digging into her skin. The other was splayed across her lower abdomen, his thumb stretched over to rub her clit.
She exploded again, moaning loudly and he came as well, stiffening above her as his seed shot deep within her body. He collapsed on her, taking in deep gulps of air before slowly pulling out of her and standing. He helped her stand and kissed her once more.
“I love you.”
Hermione smiled at him, “I know luv, and I love you too.”
The grandfather clock in the corner of the library chimed and Hermione cursed.
“Now we really are late!”
Draco sighed, “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”
“Draco! We’ve been married for seven years and the only relatives of mine you’ve met are my parents. You’ve got to meet the rest eventually. They’d like to meet the father of my children.”
“But a Muggle Christmas party?” He made a face that reminded Hermione of Dominick when he was sent to bed.
“Come now luv, I’ll make it worth your while.”
He nodded happily, “Alright, go get cleaned up, I’ll get the kids.” He patted her bottom as she walked by him and out of the room.
Making sure to fix himself properly, he headed off toward his children’s rooms. Halfway down the hall he halted, noticing a single chocolate chip cookie floating down the hall.
“Mya,” he said, chuckling to himself.
He’d convinced Hermione to let him name her. He’d always loved the name Mya, since the day he’d tried to call Hermione that as a nickname in Seventh year. She said, quite bluntly, that if he called her that again he’d wake up with one less body part. He never called her that since that day but swore that their daughter would be named Mya.
The youngest Malfoy was already doing magic at two years of age. Usually it involved getting sweets, or reaching high shelves for her toys. Draco remembered almost having a stroke one night when he’d walked into Mya’s room and found her hovering next to the top shelf of her closet, reaching out for a stuffed bear.
Draco turned the corner and was greeted by the sight of his daughter, sitting on the floor of the hallway, happily munching the cookie. Little chunks of chocolate were stuck in her light brown hair, as well as on her dress and smeared across her face. Her grey eyes brightened upon seeing him and she held her sticky hands up, wanting to be picked up.
Draco shook his head and pulled out his wand, “Scourgify.”
The chocolate disappeared and Mya was left sparkling clean. He picked her up and continued down the hall to his son’s room.