Unrequited

Author\'s note - I had a grand time writing this chapter!
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We were on our way to the manor. I looked over and saw my fond spouse glaring out of the window of the horseless carriage. I think he was in a snit with me because we couldn\'t use a port key. There was nothing I could do about that short of giving birth and it was far too soon for that! I couldn\'t help but smile at his annoyance. He was so accustomed to getting his own way that it tickled me to be able to thwart him.

I cast another amused look at him and turned my attention to my book. It was getting rather good. I\'d never read \"The Great Gatsby\" before, but it was sitting in the Library - oddly enough - and I needed an engrossing novel that wasn\'t complete trash. Fitzgerald was a decent writer. Certainly better than Salinger. I never could get into Holden Caulfield. I thought he was a poncy little whiner - not unlike my husband. That thought struck my funny bone and a giggle slipped out before I could stop it. Uh-oh. I\'ve disturbed the beast. Draco turned his head away from his pouting reverie and gave me a look so sharp it could have cut glass.

\"What\'s so funny?\" he asked sourly.

\"Nothing,\" I replied, trying to hide my smile. All I got was a grunt. So much for small talk. I turned back to my book and propped my feet next to him on the opposite banquette of the coach.

\"Try not to get mud on there,\" Draco groused.

\"A mere flick of the wand, husband mine,\" I replied blithely.

\"No magic outside of Hogwarts, *wife*.\"

\"Damn. I\'d forgotten.\" I took my feet down, nudged my shoes off and stuck my stockinged feet back up.

\"You\'ve got a hole in your sock.\"

I peered over the edge at my feet. Sure enough, there was a hole over the big toe of my left foot - a veritable potato. I wiggled it at Draco and watched the disgusted look on his face. At which, I laughed.

\"It\'s a toe, and I haven\'t got plague. It won\'t hurt you.\"

\"Still, it\'s disgraceful. My wife - attired like an urchin.\"

I took offense to that. I never looked like an urchin. Maybe a bit less fashion conscious than most, but I was never *repugnant*. At least I didn\'t think so. \"You\'ve never complained before.\"

\"Well, at first it was simply...charming. Now I\'m wondering what you\'d look like properly groomed and clothed.\"

\"There\'s nothing wrong with the way I dress!\"

\"There\'s nothing *right* with the way you dress, either.\"

\"Forgive me for being less than enthused with such shallow pursuits as being a fashion plate,\" I sneered, taking in his pristine appearance. \"Some of us have better things to do than to ponce around being a well-dressed git!\"

I saw an angry retort spring to his lips but he said nothing. He took a deep breath and said, \"Hermione, you\'re not just Hermione Granger anymore. You\'re Hermione Malfoy. That means something. You\'re representing *my* family. That means that you have to start presenting yourself a certain way.\"

\"Oh, so I have to change myself over entirely -\"

\"No, not entirely\"

\"Just my clothes and my manners and pretty soon my friends and -\"

\"Your manners are fine. You\'re polite and articulate, most of the time. As for your friends...\"

\"I\'m *not* giving them up!\" I said, feeling my face grow hot.

\"I didn\'t ask you to, as much as I would like to do so.\"

\"So you think I\'m just some scruffy Muggleborn you deigned to pick up from the gutter, is that it?\"

He sighed heavily. \"Perhaps I went about this the wrong way.\"

\"You think?\"

\"Bear with me, then.\"

\"You\'re a bear, alright,\" I said derisively.

\"Stop. Alright? Just stop it. What\'s so wrong with wanting to see you in something nice?\"

\"Because you\'re implying that I don\'t dress nicely!\"

\"Well?\" He said, silvery eyebrow cocked inquiringly.

With that, I kicked him with my exposed toe. I caught him square in the ribs.

\"Merlin\'s bloody bones! You\'re a bitch, Hermione!\" He caught my foot and squeezed the offending toe just hard enough to hurt.

\"OW! You bastard!\" I grabbed my foot to survey the damage.

\"You deserved it. How dare you kick me right in the ribs!\"

I looked at my toe. Slightly red and throbbing a bit. \"You deserved *that* you condescending prat.\"

We looked at each other rubbing our injured parts and burst out laughing.

\"We\'re a right pair,\" Draco said between chuckles.

\"So we are.\" Having rubbed the stinging from my toe I looked at him still holding his side. \"Do they hurt terribly?\"

\"Nah. Not too badly. I\'ll have a terrific bruise though.\"

\"Let me see.\" I moved to lift his shirt so I could take a look at it.

\"No.\" He pushed my hands away, almost shyly.

\"No? It\'s nothing I haven\'t seen before, Draco, and in much better condition.\"

\"It\'s nothing, Hermione, really.\" He caught my wrists.

\"Don\'t be silly.\" I pulled from his grasp and slid to my knees in front of him and tugged his white shirt from the waistband of his pants.

He went rigid as I slid the fine cotton up gingerly, not wanting to hurt him further. I winced, looking at the yellowish blotches on the otherwise pristine skin.

\"What\'s the verdict?\" He asked nonchalantly, still not looking at me.

\"You\'re going to have some very pretty colours there shortly. I clipped you harder than I thought.\"

He looked down at me then. \"You don\'t know your own strength, witch.\"

At that moment, I felt caught in those silvery eyes of his. I take that back. I was *drowning* in those eyes. Right then, I knew I wanted to be kissed. I wanted him to kiss me. And he did.

It was both soft and insistent. His lips roamed over mine and his hands gathered themselves in my hair. I twined my arms around his neck and it seemed like we kissed forever. Soft kisses, long kisses, short pecks and thoroughly debauched kisses that left me gasping for air.

He pulled me up from my knees and settled me on his lap, facing him. The skirt I was wearing puddled around us as I straddled him. I felt very naughty in my knee socks as his hands roamed around the skin underneath my blue cardi. Draco\'s mouth moved from mine to slide down my throat and lick delicately at the hollow of my collarbone.

\"Mmm,\" I purred contentedly.

He nipped at the skin there and I gasped, not realising how sensitive I was right there. His hands, having grown tired of the flesh of my back decided to move onto more interesting parts. I watched him as he began to unbutton the small pearls holding my jumper together. He was very intent on his task and I noticed that his fingers were shaking a bit. Soon enough, though, he got it open. He parted the soft blue angora and took in the sight of me in (thank goodness!) my white lace bra. I took my arms from around him and shrugged them out of the jumper, tossing it to the side.

\"God, you\'re gorgeous.\"

\"Gorgeous? Never.\"

He unhooked my bra and slid it off, gazing at my now full breasts. \"Marvelous.\"

He licked each darkened nipple in its turn and I shivered. \"Beautiful.\"

Draco drew one of my nipples, suddenly more sensitive with pregnancy, into his mouth. The soft sucking of his lips, together with the hands that began an upward journey on my bare thighs, conspired to send me into raptures. I moaned, quickly going out of my head.

\"Sublime.\"

\"Sublime?\" I managed to get out weakly. \"Oh, I know you\'re teasing me now.\"

\"I think I should know sublime when I taste it Hermione.\" He looked up from my breasts to fix me with an intense stare.

His pupils were so dilated that I could only make out the barest sliver of silver around the bottomless dark. To prove his point, he transferred his attentions to the neglected nipple and I grabbed at his hair tightly, holding him there. My toes were curling into the velvet of the coach seats. He nibbled a bit at me and I honestly think my eyes rolled up into my head with pleasure.

Draco\'s hands finally reached the top of my thighs and my knickers. The thin lace proved an ineffective barrier to his fingers. He played with me through the cotton. I felt my thighs ripple with sensation. He hooked his hands in the small strings holding them together and ripped them away. Then his fingers were brushing my inner lips, his thumb glancing over my clit. He still hadn\'t detached himself from my nipple and the twin sensations sent me off like a rocket. I threw my head back and howled with my orgasm. I rode his hand like there was no tomorrow. My surfeit had come and so had I.

As I floated back down I looked down at us. The scene was just short of obscene, but titillating, too. His hands underneath the skirt bunched up around his thighs. His mouth still wreaking havok on the skin of my chest. I knew what those fingers were doing even if I couldn\'t see them. That was erotic, too. I became aware of his cock pressing against my thigh, even though the wool of his trousers. And yes, the scratchiness of the fabric was erotic as well.

I scooted back and began to undo his belt. It took me a few fumbling tries but I finally got it loose. Then the hook holding his trousers closed. He moved his hand when I went for the zipper.

\"Don\'t want to get knicked there, love,\" he teased in a husky voice.

When he got the zipper down, I reached into the opening and drew him from his knickers. His penis was harder than I ever remember it being and the tip was weeping its salty tribute. I took my thumb and spread it around the head. His head pressed back into the plush seat back and a serrated sigh escaped his lips.

\"Oh, God, that\'s good.\"

I smiled at his reaction. I grasped the shaft and pulled my hand up and down and over and around. I watched his cock twitch in obvious pleasure and his normally pale face become red with the exertion of trying not to come. Draco\'s hips began to move and that\'s when he grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

\"No. I want to come inside you.\" He grasped my bum and pulled me closer. And by God Almighty, I wanted him inside me, too.

I braced my hands on the seat back on either side of his head and felt his penis probing and then he slipped inside. He was hot and I could feel him pulsing, even though he hadn\'t moved a muscle. Draco pulled me down even further onto his lap and I sighed, the air just leaking from my mouth.

The rocking of the coach was enough motion for both of us for a brief moment and then he began to move. I could feel myself clenching and unclenching around him. The notion of fucking him thoroughly inside a jouncing coach made me incredibly hot. I leaned back, resting my hands on his knees. Raising my hips up and down, I thrust hard and fast, making Draco speed up the leisurely pace he had set.

He got the hint and grabbed my waist, pulling me up and down rapidly. I couldn\'t get enough and I could feel my face contort, trying to get there again. I wanted to feel fucked and I wanted him to feel the same way. I clawed at his shoulders, ripped open his shirt and left nail marks down his chest. I was feral, abandoned and I loved it.

My orgasm was ripped from me and, as if from a distance, I heard myself screaming with it. I could feel him jerking inside me and then all our juices leaking and mixing together. I was breathing hard, my heart pounding even harder. His breath and heart matched mine. And I thought, \"so *this* is great sex.\"
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I watched Hermione come down from her high and marveled at her aggression. For my part, I felt as if I\'d been trampled by a Norwegian Ridgeback. I was battered and bruised, achy and sore. But I was exhilarated. I could honestly say that was the best orgasm I\'d ever had in my life. Not that sex between us had ever been bad. Quite the contrary - it was always phenomenal. But today...today was something quite different. Hermione was totally uninhibited. I don\'t know if it had been our abstinence of late, our quarrels, or what. Whatever it was, it lead to the best screw I\'d ever had.

I still wasn\'t sure whether or not I was going to have a coronary right then and there when I felt her pull closer to me.

\"Oh, lord, Hermione. I need time to recover. I think you\'ve actually worn me out.\"

A watery chuckle issued from the crook of my shoulder where her head was buried. \"I\'ve worn *you* out? I think I\'ve worn myself out.\"

I laughed and wrapped my arms around her. Her skin was cold, reminding me that we were in a coach, in the middle of the English countryside in the middle of December and that she was in the middle of her pregnancy. A protective feeling welled up inside me and I set her on the opposite side of me again.

\"What are you about now?\" she asked as I pulled out my wand.

\"A bit of illegal magic.\" I cast a Cleaning Charm on both of us and passed her jumper and bra over. \"You\'ve got goose pimples. Cover up before you catch a chill and cough our baby loose.\"

I watched her face colour rosy as she dressed. \"What about my knickers?\" she asked.

I picked up the flimsy scrap of white lace. \"Beyond repair, I\'m afraid.\" I reached over and tucked the blanket that was stowed under one of the seats around her.

\"I can\'t just meet your mother in her house with no panties on, Draco.\"

\"Why not?\" I grinned wolfishly, thinking of the fetching sight of Hermione with no panties on.

\"Because...because!\"

\"She won\'t know, darling.\" I drawled, feeling lazy and expansive.

\"But I will! Oh, this is embarassing.\"

\"I\'m not embarassed.\"

\"You\'re not the one running about with no knickers on, either.\"

I grinned again. \"No, I\'m not.\"

She stuck her tongue out at me and came to sit next to me on my bench. \"You\'re incorrigible.\"

\"Of course.\" I pulled the blanket around both of us and we cuddled up, feet propped on the seats and quickly fell asleep.