Second Time Around

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Hermione awoke to bright sunlight and her head on someone’s chest. Looking up she grinned to see Draco totally out, his mouth hanging slightly open, her hair fluttering slightly with every breath he took. It was hard to believe that a few short weeks ago she was sleeping alone in her bed, married to an invisible man. Now, she was on a Greek island in the arms of Draco Malfoy. What made her smile even more was that she was sleeping with him and had yet to actually sleep with him. Who would have figured Draco Malfoy as a sensitive guy? Who would have thought he would come this far? She thought back on the trial, on the single day she had stood up for a young, defensless boy who had been molded my his demented parents. He'd seemed so lost, so scared as they'd dragged him into that courtroom. It had broken her heart to watch the bully who had tormented her and Harry and Ron through all their days at Hogwarts being dragged mercilessly to his death. His hair had been shorn, his dirty, skeletal body had sagged and his bare feet had tripped over themselves. She'd known then that she'd done the right thing. When she'd secured his probation and release, he had looked up at her with eyes full of hope and admiration, eyes with a sparkle of life flickering behind the horrors of what he had seen and done. She knew he could be better, he would be better.

The months following the trial, no one had heard from him, he was nowhere to be found. Hermione had just figured that’s the way it would be, and she was okay with that. She’d know who it was she was saving. He was Malfoy, he didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything. So his absence had been just fine.

The first time he’d been spotted he’d been in Gringotts. Bill had been in that day to talk to Fongok about security and told them all that he had emptied his parent’s vault, giving it to Hogwarts to help those Muggleborns who needed money for school things. All of it. It had shocked them all and Hermione had smiled smugly at Ron who had scowled into his oatmeal.

It was two years before they heard from him again. He’d walked into the Ministry and talked to Kingsley about a lawyer job. This was when Hermione had stepped in and helped smooth his path. He’d been in France this whole time studying. They’d been able to secure him a position and Hermione had thrown him some of her cases to start him out. His first win had been…well, nearly a miracle. No one thought he would pull it off, the woman had killed her husband, the spell had been extracted from her wand and she had admitted to it. It turned out, from Draco’s findings, that her son had done it and she’d been covering for him. The boy was taken into custody and found mentally unstable. He was still singing nursery rhymes in St. Mungo’s in the room next to Lockhart.

After that, his career had taken off. He won every single case with flying colors or by the threads of his shoes. He did what he had to do and Hermione had been exceedingly happy at his success. She’d always told the boys he could be better. He proved it every single day.

“What are you thinking about?” Draco asked skeptically.

“Well, I was thinking that beach smells so good I wonder if you have any bathing suits in that smart little wardrobe of yours.” She wriggled her eyebrows at him and his raised.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said, leaping off the bed and sauntering over to the cherry wood while Hermione laughed. He pulled out a scandalous red one with a thong bottom and barely any top. Hermione sat up and crossed her arms, looking at him as if to say ’Really?’.

“Didn’t think so,” he said throwing it in the air where it disappeared with a snap. “But a man can try.”

She chuckled and started to get up to look for herself but he stilled her with a hand. He pulled out skimpy outfit after skimpy outfit until they were both in peals of laughter at the repulsiveness. The last one he drew out was merely a peacock feather and Hermione tackled him, knocking him back into the door of the wardrobe.

Shocked at her behavior, Hermione made to step back but he held her fast. His hands came to her hair, pulling her head back gently, every touch sending shivers down her spine and his gaze struck her straight to her core where she grew wet. He just…stared at her. It was unnerving. He looked about to say something but instead kissed the side of her mouth and drew back. He pulled out a somewhat modest bikini in chocolate brown and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said. She could deal with that.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes and don’t you dare think about turning that into a one piece because the next thing you’ll know, you’ll be naked,” he said as he back out of the room, wriggling those blonde eyebrows wickedly. Hermione shook her head, grinning. When he left she changed quickly and found a pair of flip-flops and a brown and white flowered overdress from her own clothes. Hurrying down to meet him she had to work not to gawk stupidly.

This was the first time she’d seen him with his shirt off and she was hard pressed to remember why it had taken her this long to do so. All she knew was that she was going to do anything she could to keep him from ever putting one back on.

As she was too busy drooling over ripped abs and hip lines she did not look where she was going and completely missed a step, lurching forward. Luckily, she was near the bottom and Draco still obtained his Seeker-reflexes. He was there in an instant, scooping her up and steadying her. She was pressed so tightly against him she could feel every line, every hard muscle like a fire raging over her skin.

“Been walking long?”

Embarrassed, she pulled back slightly. She knew her cheeks were flaming red, the heat from them tormenting her. What a klutz. He grinned at her.

“It’s alright, you’re not the first woman to trip all over me,” he said. She slapped his chest. The nerve! Yanking from his grasp she started to storm haughtily away but he grabbed her by the arm and his lips were at her ear. “But you’ll be the last.”

The breath was stolen from her chest by his words and her eyes fluttered when those lips floated over the shell of her ear. She unconsciously leaned back against him and his lips roamed downward to her lobe, nibbling, before finding that spot right behind her ear that made her legs turn to jelly and electricity shoot straight to her core. His arms came around her, pressing her back against him so that not even a breath of air could pass between them. Before she knew it the dress was on the floor and his hands were on her body, everywhere, except where she needed them. She moaned and pressed harder against him still, craving the feel of his skin against her mostly bare back while his lips continued their exploration and a very large something grew against her bum. She rubbed against it wanting to make him as crazy as she was and he hissed. She smiled, they were up to par.

“Minx,” he breathed in her ear making her shiver.

“Deviant,” she breathed back, turning her face to see his stormy grey eyes, mirroring her own desire.

“Damn right.”

He took her mouth with a ferocity she had yet to encounter. She moaned and turned in his arms, practically climbing up his body to ensure as much contact as possible. He seemed to understand and grabbed her bum, pulling her up until her legs curled around his waist, pressing her core against his length, rubbing, driving them mad. She wasn’t even aware they had moved, so riveted was she on his mouth, until her back hit cushions. She didn’t think but reached up and dragged him down until he was lying on top of her, drugging her once again with those kisses. Oh, those kisses. She could drown in them and die a happy woman. But she wanted more, much more. She knew he wouldn’t take that step; he was too honorable, too respectful of her feelings, so the ball was in her court. Was she ready? Did she want this to happen? Did she really want to lay her heart out on the line before she had even repaired it from her first disaster?

He’s not Ron, Gods, he’s nothing like Ron. He’s a man, he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and he’s crazy about you. What the fuck are you waiting for, Granger?

She was done waiting, done fighting herself over this. She was just done. This was what she wanted, she could feel it. That hole was being filled by the man above her, currently licking the inside of her mouth like a lollipop. Maybe it was too soon, maybe it would all crash down around her, maybe it was a mistake.

But it was sure as hell going to be the best mistake she’d ever make.

Hermione reached down to his cargo shorts and grabbed him outside of them. He groaned and she thought she was going to die. Dear Merlin, she’d thought Ron was big…nothing had prepared her for this.

“Hermione, you better stop…” he grunted, his face in her hair as she rubbed him through the material.

“Or what?” she said saucily, sounding much braver than she was. She’d only ever had sex with Ron and it hadn’t been nearly this intense. It had always had almost a light feel to it. She’d never been so steeped in sensations or emotions before. It was intimidating.

He was swearing the air blue and she couldn’t help but smile at her power to make him that…er…articulate.

“Hermione, seriously, you’re going to send me to St. Mungo’s Long Term Care Ward if you don’t stop doing that.”

“Then I suppose I’ll have to follow you there, won’t I?”

He looked at her then, all teasing aside. His eyes seemed to bore into hers, trying to find the answer.

“Hermione…are…are you sure? Is this what you want?”

“You tell me.” She leaned up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down to her. She kissed him with all the skill she could muster while grabbing his other hand and guiding it to her hip. He pulled away a centimeter to look at her again.

“Please,” she begged, straining to his touch. “I need you, I want you.”

It seemed that was all the confirmation he needed as he shifted his weight to her side and took her mouth again, his hand finally moving towards that one place that had been aching for him her entire life. When he cupped her she thought she’d explode. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was right now, any little touch was liable to set her off. And who could blame her? The sexiest man alive was about to finger her, his huge erection and hard abs flush against her side. It was all she could do to return his kisses but when he suddenly sat back, she mourned their loss. She was confused for a minute as to why he left but his fingers hooked on the straps of her bikini bottoms and he pulled them down. She wondered why he hadn’t just asked her to get rid of them, he needn’t have moved. She felt a little self conscious with him watching her like that. She expected him to resume his spot when the material slid down her legs to plop on the floor with her sandals but he didn’t, he simply stared at her bared nether-regions. She was glad she had remembered to shave because she certainly couldn’t remember that part of her anatomy ever being scrutinized so thoroughly. He seemed completely engrossed in that small area and didn’t even notice her acute embarrassment. She was a married woman, but she’d never experienced anything like this. She wanted to object when he hooked her knee over to couch and ran his fingers down her wet slit, but he appeared to be enjoying himself so she let him, hoping he did not look up and see her affronted face.

But he did look up, just as his slid one long, thick digit into her. She couldn’t help it. She arched up towards his hand, gasping. OH gods, it had been far, far too long. She moaned deeply as he worked her, his eyes moving from his fingers to her face and when he added another he groaned with her.

“Merlin, you’re so tight, so fucking tight. Gods, you’re so beautiful, Hermione.”

Her mortification melted away as she realized how extremely provocative it was to have him watching every move she made, to watch her face, her every reaction. She could see the effect it was having on him and that made her even wetter, if it was possible. She’d never been so turned on in her whole life; she was so close to the edge and only from a simple teasing foreplay. His other hand travelled to her breasts, pushing the material up above them and massaging the small globes, his eyes feasting on their display. His fingers moved inside her, her hips reaching up to them taking more, more, always more.

“Draco,” she choked out as the sensations whipped through her. Her eyes closed unwillingly, she wanted to see him, but her body took hold and when his other hand caught her sensitive nub she lost control and snapped, her body reaching the breaking point and falling over, tumbling into a whirlpool of heat and flame. It sucked her up, engulfed her until she couldn’t take anymore and she crashed back down to earth where Draco was leaning over her, one arm holding him up on the edge of the couch, the other still working inside her. His mouth was open, he was panting nearly as hard as she was, a sheen of sweat made his hair cling to his forehead. His eyes were so dark they were bordering black, something she had never seen before.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said.

“I’ll say,” she replied, surprised she had a voice at all. Had he really gotten that off on pleasuring her?

Indeed he had, and Draco was a little perturbed by it. He’d always found it stimulating to watch a woman get off, especially when it was by something he was doing. But this, dear Merlin, the witch had nearly killed him. Her reactions were perfect and that body...if he’d thought for one second she’d be this beautiful he would have taken her six years ago when he’d come to the realization that he was half in love with her. There was no half about it anymore. He was crazy for her. She was everything he’d ever wanted and so much more. She moved him, floored him. She’d changed his life and she continued to do so with every breath she took. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. And he intended to show her.

Hermione was swept away by the fierceness of the kiss. She’d seen something pass through his eyes but couldn’t identify it and now he was taking no time at all in divesting himself of his minimal clothing. In less than a minute they were both naked; his shorts and her bikini top joining the bottoms of the floor. His eyes never left hers and she found it hard to breathe.

“Are you sure?” he asked, poised at her entrance.

“Yes,” she whispered. Gods, he was amazing. Then, he did something she wasn’t expecting.

He leaned down and wrapped his arms beneath her back, pulling them flush to each other. Their bodies were producing enough heat to start a fire but she wasn’t going to say anything that might make him move even a millimeter away. She wrapped her legs around him and without looking, without having to guide himself in like Ron, his shaft found her entrance, rubbed until she was open enough so he wouldn’t hurt her, and he pushed in.

It was a good thing he was going slow as she hadn’t had sex in quite a while and, well, he was rather well endowed. She bit her lip at the pressure and he stilled, deep inside her, filling her as Ron never had. Gods, it had never been like this, this perfect, this wonderful. She moaned and pressed her forehead against his as he was watching her again.

“Are you alright?”

She nodded. “It’s been a little while.”

He chuckled. “Well, that’s what you’re divorcing him for, right?”

Hermione laughed, she laughed! She’d never laughed while having sex! Sure, they’d giggled nervously the first time but this…this was something different. But as he joined her, the sound rumbling through the cavern of his chest and melding into her, it felt right. This was the way it was supposed to be. And when he started moving she could think of nothing else except that powerful consumption. He was everywhere; he was surrounding her, devouring her, inside and out.

“Draco,” she moaned. It was him, this was Draco, this man, this unbelievable man who was so much more than she could have guessed, he was the one filling her, the one moving inside her until she was moving with him, both of them reaching for that pinnacle that soared above. Hermione felt herself drawing towards it all too soon, she didn’t want it to end, she wanted to stay with him, to keep that connection.

“Gods, Hermione…I can’t…oh, gods, I can’t hold off…”

“Thank Merlin!” she sighed. “Go, Draco, please, go…harder, please, oh gods-,”

And then he was pumping into her, harder, harder, faster, deeper, until she couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped her hips and held her steady while he pounded her, their pelvis’ slapping together with the brutal force until she was screaming and he was yelling and the world was collapsing around them, taking them up, up, up, before crashing them down like the first wave of an earthquake, leaving that heart pounding, gut wrenching terror in its wake. And the aftershocks stole over her as he crumpled onto her, their heaving chest warring for dominance. Hermione looked up at the ceiling which was working on righting itself while Draco pressed open mouth kisses on every part of her he could get.

“Bloody fucking hell.”

Draco looked up at her. “That was my line.”

They grinned at each other and before she knew it, their heated snog led to one thing which led to another and well, you know…

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Hermione sighed, the warm sand beneath her better than any masseuse she’d ever met.

“You know, I wore that two piece just like you asked and I still ended up naked,” she spoke to the sun which was beaming down on her, its hot rays licking her skin.

“You were the one sauntering down the staircase with sex leaking from every pore,” he said somewhere from her right.

“I most certainly was not!”

“Drooling over me like that. It was a despicable display.”

“Oh, shove it.”

He chuckled and she sighed. They were quiet, enjoying the peace of the beach until-

“You ever going to get up?”

“Nope,” she replied. She was content to lay right there for the rest of her life, her body thrumming in satisfaction.

“Alright, you asked for it.”

Her eyes snapped open at the threat, but it was too late. He was already scooping her off the sand as she screamed and protested. Running with her in his arms, he splashed into the waves, carrying her further and further, the water rising and splashing them in the face while she bellowed and he grinned like a fool. When he finally let go of her the water was to his shoulders and she had to tread to stay afloat.

“Draco, you jerk! I can’t touch here!”

“Oh, well,” he said suavely, pulling her back into his arms. “I guess you’ll just have to hold on to me then.”

“Urgh, really? A Malfoy? I think I’ll take my chances with the sea,” she said, her voice deadly serious but the corners of the mouth possibly betraying her. She kicked away from him and swam backwards, a look of disgust outlining her features.

“Oh, that’s the way you want to play it? Well, my little Muggle, let’s see how you fair now.”

He started at her and she swam back quickly.

“Draco, don’t you dare! Stay away from me!” she squealed, trying to put as much distance between them as possible but the current of the sea pushing her closer. He reached out for her-

And promptly sunk.

Hermione laughed so hard when his surprised face fell beneath the water, having gone too far and hit a drop off, that water streamed up her nose and she sneezed, which was rather difficult between her peals of laughter. She found it somewhat hard to stay afloat when her arms wanted to go to her aching sides but it didn’t matter anyway because the next minute she was being pulled down by her toes. With a yelp that was gurgled by the water, a pair of vice like arms surrounded her and pulled her tight against a hard body. Having not been able to take a breath her, lungs were aching and she feared for a moment he would hold her under but before the thought had full crossed her mind, he was rising swiftly to the surface, breaking it and spinning her around to face him, kissing her hard, the saltwater mingling with sweat and pumpkin juice which they had brought along. She couldn’t pull in a full breath, the pleasure overwhelming. She clung to him while he used one arm and his swiftly moving legs to keep them afloat. He started swimming them back, Hermione working diligently on his mouth making him groan when she bit down on his lip. When he could touch he started walking. Then tripped and they tumbled back into the water. They rose laughing and splashing, Hermione swimming hard to escape him. He dunked her. The little prick. It was impossible to kick out hard enough to dislodge him in the water so she went with the next best bet.

She bit him.

Hey, it worked. His hand released her and she was able to swim out of range back to shore where she pelted up the sand, the blonde ferret right behind her. She screeched when he grabbed her, lifting her into the air and spinning her until she was dizzy.

“Think you can bite a Death Eater and get away with it?” he growled.

“Yeah, I think I can.”

“Bitch,” he muttered, kissing her neck.

“Snake.”

“You want to see it again do you? So soon?”

He lowered her feet to the ground and pressed his hard on into her lower back. She purred. Gods, she was a harlot. He had her on her back, her bottoms off in seconds and he was entering her a few later. She groaned and he pounded into her, lifting her legs up and hooking them around his neck. She saw stars. Literally. She came so hard that white dots flashed across her vision and when he filled her, she could only hear the pounding of the waves, the thumping of their hearts.

“You know…” he said between breaths, his lips moving against her shoulder. “I usually pride myself in my incredible stamina…but one look at you and I can’t control myself.”

A warm glow filled her body at the thought that he wanted her that desperately.

“Hermione?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you still love him?”

Hermione took her time in answering, lifting her hand to play with his wet hair. “Not in the way you think of when you hear the word love. It’s not something I can explain. I love him because I can’t not. We’ve been through so much together, things even you don’t know about. While Harry was going through all that shit we were there, on the sidelines, watching someone we loved be broken again and again, trying to help but there was nothing…we did everything we could, I don’t even think he knows to this day the things we did for him, the nights we snuck out of bed to meet up in the common room and rifle through books, hoping to stumble upon anything...There was this bond that neither of us could understand. We were young, so we chalked it up to love. When everything was over, that pressure on us to keep Harry alive was lifted, we’d made it through, there was no more glue. So we made it. It was a sweet, innocent love that I wouldn’t give back for the world, but it never grew as it should, it didn’t change with us. It stayed there, stagnant, while we grew up, grew apart. I think I saw it happening even before he met Rebekkah. I would never have said anything. I would have kept things going, made things work, because that’s what I do. I care for him on the deepest level, right there with Harry. Nothing, not even his cheating could break that. So, to answer you, yes I still love him. But I have never loved him.”

He was quiet for a minute, thinking on her words. She didn’t know if what she said would hurt him, didn’t know what she could say to make it better. She wasn’t going to lie to him, it wasn’t in her nature. So it was up to him to decide if he could accept her answer and…well, what? What did she want to happen? Did she want a relationship? Did she want to stay with him forever? Did she want a fling, an affair to help her through this mess and then a sayonara when it was over?

“Stop.”

“What?” she asked. Had she done something?”

“Thinking. You’re hurting my head.”

She looked at him, at his beautiful aristocratic face and it hit her once again that this was Draco Malfoy, the bane of her existence until seven years ago. Now, he’d taken that job back up.

“You know what I was thinking?” he said, rolling onto his back and stretching, his manhood leaning against his leg, his swim trunks still around his knees.

“What’s that?”

“We always eat in. Want to see Greece?”

The little man inside her chest began a happy dance and she grinned.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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They landed at the Aparition point in Mykonos. Draco had warned her that the night would be intense, the Greek were great partiers.

As he led her by the hand to a restaurant where he’d previously made reservations, he had a little bit of trouble taking his eyes off her. She grinned and congratulated herself on her choice of dress, a black sheath with a wide halter and the sexiest form of Mary-Jane’s she’d ever seen. When she’d walked down the stairs she’d worried that Draco’s jaw might hit the ground as it did in cartoons she used to watch on Saturday mornings.

The food was exquisite and the place packed, everyone talking and laughing and having a great time. Hermione tried octopus for the first time on Draco’s insistence and had to grudgingly admit that it wasn’t bad and in fact somewhat good. Around eleven, the place started to get too noisy for talk so they left and took a walk, laughing at the already sloshed Muggles dancing around in the streets. There was a bar on every corner and music throbbed from every doorway. The city was lit up like Vegas and Hermione was rather surprised. She’d always thought of Greece as flowery summer dresses and little cafes and historic monuments. But apparently, they were all a bunch of party animals. Hermione happily dragged a weary Draco into a club dubbed Äåí âñÝèçêáí ëÝîåéò, “The Purple Octopus”. It had a huge blown up magenta octopus on the roof and Hermione knew it was the place to be.

The music was so loud she couldn’t hear Draco but it didn’t matter. They were soon swept up in a sea of people grinding to the music. She urged Draco into dancing with her and was glad she did. She faced him so she could judge his reactions although it was slightly hard to tell as he spent most of the time staring at her cleavage. The rhythm of the music pounded in her head and every press of his erection against her core made her crazy with need. He linked one of her legs over his hip and his fingers slid up. Any other night she would have been furious at his actions, they were in public! But she’d already seen three women and one man giving hand jobs on the dance floor and no one was paying attention to them anyways. Even if the whole room was watching she wouldn’t stop his fingers which slid easily into her as she was not wearing any underwear. His eyes widened, darkened and he bit her earlobe, his fingers thumping into her to the beat, their bodies still swaying with the crowd. Hermione was on her toes on the leg which was still on the ground, her nails digging into his shirt.

“Please,” she begged into his ear and he was whipping her through the crowd, dragging her to a bathroom. A wave of his wand and the place cleared, all the women having forgotten they had to use the toilet, and the door was locked. The music dimmed, but the fire within her flared as he shoved her against the now locked door, raising her dress up. She fumbled with his pants, ripping at the material and finally getting the button off, the jeans and boxers down. His pride stood out, hard and thick in the dank bathroom light. She gripped it and pumped causing him to grunt and lean an arm on the door above her.

“Hurry, Draco…please.” She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him with an unparalleled fierceness. He grabbed her legs and hooked them around him, positioned himself and thrust up into her, shoving her back harder into the wall, the zipper digging into her skin. She didn’t care. Her head fell back as he pumped into her in wild abandon, his breath harsh in her ear.

“You like it when I fuck you, don’t you? You like my fingers up your wet pussy in front of a thousand people. You’re a horny little bitch, aren’t you?”

She moaned. Never in her entire life had she been so turned on by such incredibly vile words. “Fuck me,” she heard herself saying. “Harder, Draco, fuck me!”

He pounded into her so hard the door rattled and she screamed, over and over as orgasm after orgasm rammed into her, leaving her breathless as he yelled and came deep inside her. They slid to the floor, his legs unable to keep them up anymore. She clutched his blonde head to her chest and they stayed there until someone screamed at them through the door to zip up their pants and give someone else a turn. Chuckling, they cleaned up and left as a tall woman dragged her lover through the door, slamming it shut behind them.

“Had enough?” he asked.

“Not nearly.”

Hermione had never had so much fun in her life. They found the nearest bar and she ordered the most bizarre sounding drinks she could find until her head was swirling and she was begging Draco to let her ride the bull.

She didn’t last long.

She was laughing when Draco dragged her up from the blue cushions surrounding the fake bull. He shoved a glass of water into her hands and they stumbled out the door, arguing about the man who had accidently dropped a bull on his chest when he pronounced a spell wrong.

“It had an ‘f’ in it!” Hermione, slurred. “Like, Baruffo or something.”

“No,” Draco countered. “It was like…Barnaby.”

“It wasn’t Barnaby!” she chuckled.

They made their way down to the waterfront where a light show was taking place. Hermione slipped off her shoes, urging Draco to do the same and they walked in the water. Music floated to their ears and he danced with her like he did on the balcony, the water playing around their ankles.

“I’ve never felt so close to someone before,” Draco whispered in her ear.

“Me neither,” she agreed.

Not long after, he Aparated them back to his house, dragging her through the halls where they made it to the stairwell before falling upon each other, fucking like animal, her hands clinging to the stairs above her, her knees splayed and Draco several steps down, bucking into her while she screamed. They finally made it to a bed and he made love to her once more, slowly, sensually, until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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