Closer

Her climax came fast, pun intended. Draco had her pinned on the marble floor with his head between her legs and his hands running up and down her bare body. His tongue, teeth and lips felt brilliant, moving in such sweet symphony Hermione had to make a conscious effort not to drift away. When she finished, her husband raised his head, licking the moisture from his lips and leaving a trail of kisses up her torso until he reached her mouth.

“How was that?”

She said nothing. Instead the young woman grabbed handfuls of his hair and brought their lips together. This kiss wasn’t like the other one. It was aggressive, hungry, borderline feral in comparison. She couldn’t get enough of him. It was too good. It felt too good.

And suddenly she felt a wave of exhaustion. Everything that had happened since morning weighed heavily on the former Gryffindor. She didn’t know what to do or think. On one hand she had the adventure of a lifetime, complete with dark wizards and possible death. On the other she had an indescribable connection with the only young man she had ever loathed. The simple fact that he cared for her safety above his own was proof enough that Draco Malfoy had changed.

She was right in thinking he had been misled during their adolescent years.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing her chin with the bud of his thumb. It was oddly comforting.

Hermione shrugged. “Just thinking about everything.”

“Come,” he said, getting off of her. “We’ll talk in the bedroom.”

As soon as she made motion to stand up, Draco scooped her in his arms and carried her onto the bed, wrapping one of the sheets around her naked body and starting a fire with the flick of his wand. The room was toasty by the time he climbed in bed beside her, kicking off his shoes.

“What’s on your mind?” asked the fair-haired wizard, lacing their fingers together.

Hermione had to take a moment before speaking, overwhelmed by his domestic behavior. It really felt like they were married, which she found both enthralling and terrifying. “I know you’re worried about me,” she finally said. “But I can handle myself. The reason you chose me for the marriage was for my skill set, so why can’t I put it to use?”

There was strain in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to mask it. “It’s nothing I can explain.”

“Try.”

“I can’t even make sense of it myself.”

“Try,” she repeated.

Draco sighed. “I didn’t expect to care this much,” he said simply. “I know it sounds horrible but, yes, I chose you for your unbeatable skills…and yet none of that matters in conjunction with what’s happening here.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, knowing perfectly well the message he was trying to convey.

The young man glanced away, into the night, his expression unreadable as the words left his moistened lips. “I didn’t expect to have feelings for you.”

There was a rush of emotion in Hermione’s chest. “Neither did I.”

“So you must agree when I say it changes things. I know you’re strong in the face of danger. I just don’t want to risk…risk losing you.”

“You won’t,” she said, welcoming the transference of his frustration. “I’ll have you with me. Harry might have kicked your arse in our second year but I know you’re as good a wizard as any, if not better.”

That seemed to lessen his load. Compliments truly were the way to a Malfoy’s heart. “You’ve still been out of practice for years. When is the last time you dueled?”

“Battle of Hogwarts,” she said, embarrassed. “But we still have tomorrow.”

“Blaise and Pansy are coming over in the afternoon,” he said. “I’m sure Pansy would love to duel you.”

“Bring it on,” yawned Hermione, pulling the sheets over both their bodies. “I want nothing more than to wipe that smirk off her face once and for all.”

Draco smiled, chuckling to himself as they both drifted to sleep.

~

Morning came fast, no pun intended. He figured it was a foolproof way of easing her into the day before them. And he surprisingly liked the way she tasted. It was like nothing he could describe, and yet he could have kept his lips on her pussy all day long if their schedule would allow it. She awoke when he heightened the tempo a couple notches, wrapping her legs around his head and grinding against his mouth.

It made him unthinkably hard, the sight of her in a complete state of arousal first thing in the morning.

She came soon after, moaning softly and throwing her head back in ecstasy. “What are you doing to me?” Hermione asked, still panting.

“Isn’t this what married couples do?”

“I hope so,” she laughed, pushing him on his back and climbing on top. “But now it’s your turn.”

Draco swallowed hard as she pulled his boxers down, his manhood flicking up between them. He blushed, noticing she did too, and watched her grip the base of his cock with one hand, fondle his balls with the other and slowly wrap her wet lips around the tip. She gave a gentle suck, sending vibrations throughout his body, and found a sweet rhythm of sucking and stroking and sucking and stroking.

The Manor could have been under siege and Draco wouldn’t have cared. All that mattered was Hermione’s lips around his cock. He always prided himself on being able to withstand the ecstasy long enough to surpass any preconceived notions on the girl’s part, but at that moment Draco couldn’t hold back any longer.

He tried to tell her, warn her, before he came, but it was too sudden, and she seemed to realize this all on her own, because the young woman puckered her lips away from his dickhead just in time for his seed to cover the expanse of both her breasts. A drop of it ran over her left nipple, clinging onto the hardened tip before falling. It was enough to get him hard all over again.

“How about some breakfast?” she asked, wiping her mouth. “I don’t know about you but I’m famished.”

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