Something In The Way She Moves

Chapter 18: Realization









It was about half way through dinner that Hermione realized what they had done. They had gotten married. Eloped. Out of nowhere. No planning, on her part at any rate. They hadn’t had a single discussion about marriage, heck they had just found out she was pregnant that morning. Married, baby, holy moly.





“It’s just now hitting you, isn’t it?” Draco saw the slightly dazed look on her face and recognized it. It was the same look he no doubt wore the moment he realized he was in love with her.





“We got married.” She said softly, her eyes lifting to meet his. “Oh my god! We got married!” She nearly shouted.





“Did the wedding gown give it away? Or maybe the wedding itself? Or the fifty thousand galleons worth of platinum and diamonds on your hand?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear.





“I just…I cant believe we just up and got married without talking about it even once! And you are so calm about it…why are you so calm about it?” She had always thought men were supposed to be freaked out by the idea of marriage. On Harry’s wedding day he nearly fainted, Ron was holding him up by the back of his dress robes as the bride walked down the aisle. But Draco was calm, smiling and he looked so…happy. She figured he of all people would have balked at marriage, he seemed to revel in his carefree life.





“You know what, I asked myself that same question when I started planning this and I think it’s because I know it’s right. You are mine and I am yours, Hermione. No use fighting it or pretending that it isn’t true. I love you and you have ruined me for all other women.” He said.





“Other women had better cease to exist for you.” Hermione said pointedly.





“That happened the minute I saw you in my pub, Luv.” He said. “Stop worrying.”





“I can’t….we got married.” She said again, still not quite believing she was his wife.





“Regrets already?” He asked, feeling just a bit vulnerable.





“Regrets? No, no regrets just…I can’t believe we did it, everything about us just seems to…happen.” She said.





“It’s how it should be, Hermione. We shouldn’t have to work at it if it’s right, just let it unfold naturally.” He pulled his chair to her side of the table and slid his arm around her shoulders. “I know it’s probably not good for the baby, but…” He turned her head towards the kitchen doors where the manager was carrying a small, two tiered wedding cake in their direction.





The other patrons, not that there were many, applauded as it was placed in front of them and a silver cake server was placed in Hermione’s hand.





“I think we are supposed to do this together.” She said. Draco smiled and wrapped his hand around hers as they sliced into the spongy cake and laid a slice on the plate provided. He took his fork and cut away a large bite, pressing it to her lips with a smile.





“Open up...we need to fatten you up.” He said, sliding the fork between her lips. He kissed the excess frosting from her lips. She did the same, offering up a bite of chocolate cake for her new husband. He licked his lips lasciviously and winked at her.





“I’ll fatten up soon enough thanks to you.” She said softly.





“Will you think me depraved if I tell you that the thought of you all round and pregnant with my child gets me excited?” He whispered in her ear before nipping the lobe.





“Draco, darling, I think that the wind blowing gets you excited.” She laughed.





“As long as it’s blowing your scent in my direction you are damned right.” He growled. “Let me take you upstairs, I want to make love to my wife.”





“Your wife? So I’m not your girl anymore?” She was smiling at him and he thought her the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.





“Oh you’re always my girl, Granger.”





“Malfoy, not Granger.” She said softly.





“That’s right, Malfoy.” He took a deep breath and exhaled on a ragged sigh. “Upstairs, now.”





Hermione laughed as he took her by the hand and pretty much dragged her from the restaurant. He stood in the lobby and punched the button for the lift repeatedly, cursing the hotel for being run by muggles so that he couldn’t use magic. People were watching him with amusement as he swore at the lift doors bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet with impatience.





“It’s about bloody time!” He snapped when the doors finally slid open and he could drag her inside, once more stabbing at the button for their floor. Luckily there were no unexpected stops on the way to their floor. She didn’t think Draco would be able to prevent himself from screaming at whoever dared try to get on the elevator and delay them.





She had to admit, she loved it when he was so impatient for her. It was a heady thing knowing he desired her to the point that anything resembling civility was forgotten. As soon as the doors opened he lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She looped her arms around his neck, charmed by his romantic gesture as he carried her down the hall to their suite.





“Key is in my pocket, can you take care of it?” He asked.





“What pocket? Is there really a key?” She asked.





“Robes, breast pocket.” He chuckled. “You’re my wife now, you can dig in my pockets all you like.”





“Does that mean I can go on a shopping spree for the baby?” She asked, reaching inside his robes and into the pocket to retrieve the key card.





“Feel free, it would be really difficult for you to hurt me…financially anyhow.” He said, bending a little so that she could unlock the door.





“Don’t boast, Draco.” She said.





“You sound like my father.” He carried her over the threshold and kicked the door closed behind him.





“Ewww.” She curled her nose at that thought and Draco laughed as he carried her into the lavish bedroom and set her to her feet. His amused grin was gone as he looked at her and in its place was a look of such tenderness that she had to catch her breath.





“I don’t think I have ever been happier than I am right now.” He said quietly, taking one last sweeping glance of his bride in her wedding finery.





“I keep waiting for you to tell me that it is all an elaborate ruse.” Hermione reached up and tugged at the neatly tied bow tie at his throat, watching as it slowly unraveled.





“Oh yes, I courted you for seven months, knocked you up and married you, all so I could get you back for a bloody nose when I was thirteen.” His lips twitched. “Even I am not that much of a prat, Hermione. I love you. Lord knows I don’t want to, needing you like I do makes things a hell of a lot more complicated, but it is worth it.”





He plucked the satin headband from her hair and tossed it behind him onto the padded bench at the foot of the bed.







“Why is it that I sometimes feel I should be somewhat insulted by some of the things you say? Yet, I end up with butterflies in my stomach thinking they are the sweetest words I have ever heard.” She slowly ran her fingers down the row of jet buttons on his shirt as he slid his robes off of his shoulders and let it fall, his waistcoat following it.







“Because you know me. You know the truth in what you hear. You have my heart, Hermione.” He removed his shirt and turned her in his arms. He pushed her hair over her shoulder and pressed light kisses against the back of her neck and shoulders as he began to unfasten the row of tiny buttons down her back kissing each little slice of bared flesh as he went.





He pulled the bow on the ribbon sash and released it, continuing on his path until every button was undone and he could push the dress forward and off of her. He had a hard time getting her out of it, fighting with the petticoats as he did.





“Damn…this is my wedding night! Couples are supposed to make love on their wedding night, so why in the bleeding hell do they make it so damned difficult to get you out of the bloody dress!” He grouched, finally releasing the petticoats and pulling them down, then helping her step out of the heap of ivory material at her feet.





“Don’t leave my gown on the floor.” She said softly. Draco didn’t say anything, he just picked it up and draped it over the bench. “It was perfect, the dress, the ceremony.”





“You aren’t disappointed that we didn’t have friends and family there?” He asked, turning back to face her again.





“I’m not much for big public events in case you haven’t noticed. I like things small and fairly quiet.” She watched him remove his shoes and socks then kick them beneath the bench.





“Good, I’m not much for the spectacle of a big wedding myself, but if you had wanted a public ceremony then I would have waited.” He pulled her into his arms and smoothed his hands over her back. “You looked so beautiful tonight. You look even more stunning now.”





“Enjoy it while you can, things will be changing before you know it.” She smiled.





“That doesn’t disappoint me.” He said. “I saw a pregnant woman today while I was shopping for these lacy bits you are wearing and I started thinking about how you are going to look in a few months.”





“Is that so?” He was walking her slowly backwards towards the bed.







“Oh yes, the idea of your hips and breasts all round and your belly full…damn, I can’t wait.” His lips came crashing down over hers as he slowly lowered her to the bed, urging her to scoot back and lay against the pillows. He kissed her with a voraciousness that left her breathless and her lips tingling. His lips moved over her jaw, the side of her throat and along her collar bones while his hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra and removed it.





He stared at the tight, rosy peaks and watched them pucker in the cool air of the room, straining towards him in eager anticipation. Not wanting to disappoint he lowered his lips and sucked gently. She hissed and arched her back, his suckling of her sensitive nipples sending shockwaves through her body.





He slowly worked the tiny scrap of underwear off of her, leaving her breasts to trail kisses down her torso. The soft, tender kisses to her tummy had her crying. He removed the stockings, kissing her thighs as he slid the silk off of her legs and tossed them to the floor.





“This is how I like to see you. Naked, beautiful and mine.” He whispered. The love and desire in his eyes made her heart ache. How did she manage to put that look there? How did she manage to win his heart?





“I am most definitely yours.” She said, sitting up and reaching for his trousers. “And you are now mine, Draco Malfoy.”





“I have been yours all along.” He was smiling and it suddenly struck her how much laughter and joy came with loving him. Every day was filled with smiles and laughing, fun and just pure happiness. It was like nothing she had ever known or imagined. They even found laughter when they were in bed. Their lovemaking was often accompanied by laughter and smiles, it was fun, an overflow of love and joy. This was where she belonged, in him was where her happiness lay.





He shimmied out of the slacks and settled between her thighs, his erect cock easily finding its way into the sleek, wet channel of her body. He groaned at the feel of her welcoming him inside, hugging his erect flesh lovingly. He slid his forearms beneath her shoulders and pressed his lips lightly against hers.





“I’m going to love you nice and slow.” He whispered. “I want to feel every single little pulse….like that…as I take you for the first time as my wife.”





She gasped as he began a slow push and pull of their bodies. She felt full of him as he slid every inch of his firm cock through her sensitive and needy flesh. Over and over and over again he stroked her, never hurrying, never missing a beat. He was sweating and his groans were becoming deeper and louder as he loved her. Her own flesh began to pulse and swell, rippling around him, gripping his shaft like a greedy little fist as her orgasm approached.







Her fingernails were digging into his back, leaving tiny little half moons in his skin. Her thighs were trembling and her breath shaky until finally, with a slow roll of his hips she went over, stiffening beneath him and crying out sharply as her orgasm washed over her. He gasped and rolled his hips against her again and again until he was pulsing into her with a guttural groan before collapsing on top of her, panting into the side of her throat.





“You know…I don’t think we have ever done it so slow….” Draco groaned and lifted his head, smiling down at her.





“Well it seemed unromantic to do it in the lift like I wanted to, I mean given it’s our wedding night and all.” He said, blowing the fringe out of his eyes where his hair had fallen forward.





“Every time with you is romantic…to me at least.” She said, pushing his hair back.





“Even when we leave arse prints on the windows?” He grinned.





“Ok…maybe not so much romantic….but I always feel…” She bit her lower lip gently.





“You always feel what?”







“Special…loved.” She said.







“That’s because you are, Hermione. You are the most special thing ever to come into my life, and I love you very, very much.” He whispered before pressing his lips against hers and proceeded to make love to his wife until the sun began creeping over the horizon.















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Next chapter is the big reveal…family and friends learn of our couples recent activities…







I want to thank you all for reading, I am so happy that this pleases you because it really made me happy to write it. Ive always said that writing is like therapy without having to stare at a stranger and pay them exorbitant fees.