Unrequited

He took me on a tour of the manor and grounds. I\'d never seen anything so stately up close. Everything reeked of old money and I wondered if I would be up to the task of handling it all. The snow crunched under the boots he\'d insisted on buying me yesterday. I felt slightly guilty about letting him shower me with gifts. He thinks that material things are the way to my heart. If he were at all interested in getting me. My poor husband. I hope, for all of our sakes, that he figures it all out.

He held my gloved hand and showed me the the gazebo where he used to play as a child. It looked lovely, all crusted with sparkling ice crystals and snow. I pulled out my wand and melted the ice covering the steps and floor of the gazebo and he helped me up the stairs. I stood and looked at my snow faerie of a husband. He was a true child of winter: all grey and white, but lurking underneath, the promise of spring.

I thought at that moment that I could love him.

I pushed that away. It was too dangerous a feeling to indulge in. I had no doubt that if he knew he would use it against me. I liked Draco and I trusted him - to a degree. He was still a Malfoy and a Slytherin. A shiny object to be admired but not really touched.

I put a hand on my rapidly growing belly. I\'ve certainly done more than touch him, haven\'t I? The thought caused a grin to pop out. We were both swathed in black. He looked amazingly chic and gorgeous. I think I resembled a squat little raven. It was not the first time I was struck by our physical dissimilarity.

Yet, as he\'s told me time and again, he took notice of *me*. Not just my friends. Not just my brains or my grades. But me. As a person. And yes, as a sexual object. That cheered me immeasurably. I watched him clear away a layer of frost from a bench. He sat and held out his hand for me to join him.

I walked over and took his fingers. He pulled me into his lap. These were the moments I enjoyed most. In the stillness of the winter, perfect whitness around us. Only we two and the one to come. In that time, I wanted to be closer to him than his own skin.

I burrowed under his cloak and he wrapped his wool covered arms about me. I smelled the faint lime and pepper scent he carried. I don\'t know when the feeling of wanting to be close, to be comforted, turned into something else. All I know is that I raised my head from the nook of his shoulder and those eyes and the unspoken depth of feeling pulled me in. I was submerged and had no desire to surface.

We were kissing hard enough to exchange souls.

The feel of him under my hands was enough to send my senses spiraling. He kissed his way from my mouth to the sensitive place where my jaw and neck met. His hands roamed under my clothes, tracing small patterns on the skin of my back. The snow began to fall and it seemed as if we were trapped in a snowglobe. There was utter silence except for the sound of our breaths. I shivered as much from the heat as from the cold and Draco raised his head.

\"Cold?\" There was an odd mixture of lust and tenderness in that crystalline gaze.

\"A little.\"

\"Then we shall remedy that.\"

He stood up with me in his arms and proceeded to carry me back to the house. The doors opened for us and he swept me up the stairs with no preamble. Once inside our bedroom, we became momentarily shy. We were panting, breathless with both excitement and a tiredness of having to constant gauge each other.

Draco looked at me and I saw a resoluteness come over him. He strode to me and began stripping me until I was down to my skin. Everything was off, even the clip that held my hair in place. He stood there and looked me over from head to toe. Surprisingly, I didn\'t feel at all self-conscious. I should\'ve. With my baby tummy and and suddenly enormous breasts I didn\'t feel at all attractive. But under that smouldering look, I could feel the wetness running down my thighs.

He took off his clothes, never taking his eyes from mine, except to charm his socks and shoes off. He caught my hand, kissed it and led me to our bed. I suddenly understood the reason for the solemnity. It would be the first time we\'d ever made love under his roof, in *our* home. Draco whisked the covers back and sat down, drawing me between his opened thighs.

God, but he\'s a sexy creature. \"You\'re perfect,\" I breathed.

He chuckled and I blushed at having been heard. \"The same could be said for you, love.\" His face turned dark again. \"Come here,\" he growled.

I stepped closer and his hands roamed all over my body. They stopped to tease my almost overly sensitive nipples. I allowed my eyes to close and I licked my lips, feeling sinfully indulged. I felt, rather than saw, his mouth envelop one of my nipples. He drew strongly on it, nibbling and licking and I could feel my legs going wobbly. I grasped his hair in my fists.

Draco treated the other breast to the same magnificent treatment and eased back onto the bed, drawing me with him. I climbed atop my gorgeous spouse and sat on my heels, feeling his erection pressing between my legs. There was no foreplay, no teasing. I reached down and grasped his penis in my hand, making him moan before sheathing him completely.

\"Do it.\" He ground out.

I complied with a naughty smirk. I leaned back and put my hands on his thighs. His hands returned to my breasts. He teased and plucked at them until I thought I would go mad. He throbbed inside of me and I clenched around him.

\"Merlin\'s bloody balls, Granger!\"

I smirked. I loved having Draco at my mercy. I dragged my fingers up his thighs and around to his shoulders and began to ride. Everything, it seemed, was more sensitive now. I felt him filling every crevice and God, it excited me unbearably. When he sat up and grasped a nipple within his avid mouth, it was my undoing. I think I left claw marks in his shoulders. He bit down rather sharply on my breast in his orgasm. So much for soft lovemaking.
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Gods. Hermione\'s a right little raver in bed. I thought it wonderful that we should christen our marriage bed in such a tempestuous fashion. Never would I have thought to actually use the word \'tempestuous\' in my life, but that\'s what it was. She was curled up on her side facing, frowning a bit and rubbing her breast. That\'s right, Granger, keep doing that. The sight was doing so much for me that I was loathe to ask why she was doing that.

\"Why are you doing that? And making that face?\"

\"Because you bit me, Draco, and rather hard at that.\"

\"Let me see.\" I peeled her hand away and sure enough, there were little teeth marks on the areola. I pouted in sympathy and licked them. Just another excuse to get my hands on her. I felt a shudder ripple through her and grinned against her breast. Her flesh was so sweet, it was like sucking on a sugar cube. I couldn\'t get enough. Apparently, neither could she, judging from the satisfied noises she made.

The pebbled skin under my lips made my mouth water and I devoured her eagerly. I took her writhing acquiescence as an advantage and eased her onto her back. Her rounded tummy, full of *my* child poked up and I felt possessive. I spread her legs wide and knelt between them, raking my eyes over her body. Her hair was loose and tangled on the pillow. Her skin was flushed and she was breathing hard, looking back at me. Her freckled shoulders were charming against the luminosity of the rest of her. She glowed with her pregnancy.

I reached and took a slender foot in my hand. The toenails were painted an enchanting silvery lavender that suited her slightly golden skin. I kissed each of those toes in turn and she giggled at me.

\"Find something amusing, Granger?\" I trailed my hand down the inside curve of her calf.

\"No, not at all.\" Her eyes slipped closed and I watched her settle comfortably into the bed, luxuriating like a gourmand at a feast.

\"Good,\" I could hear myself purr. I was so aroused that the sound of my own voice turned me on further. I pressed kisses up her inner leg, running a tongue in the crease between her thigh and outer lips. She gasped and I looked up to see her gripping the fine lawn sheets. Must keep that information tucked away for later.

I sifted my hands through the light dusting of hair covering her mound. I usually enjoyed the crisp strands, but today calls for something different. I reached over and took my wand from the nightstand. With a whispered \"Depilato\", she was completely smooth and bare to my touch.

\"That\'s a bit interesting.\"

\"I\'ve been dying to see you underneath all that hair for months.\"

\"As if I were a Yeti, Draco.\" She gave me pursed lips, which I kissed back into smiles.

\"Never said you were, love. Now hush.\" Miraculously, she was silent amid the tangled sheets. Our previous bout was rather hurried and the slow, snowy day only called for lazy lovemaking.

I took my time about kissing every inch of her body. There wasn\'t a spare centimetre that I didn\'t touch. When I spread her thighs wide to taste her slick folds, she was off like a catherine wheel. Little did I know she\'d be so perfect there. Utterly sublime. I swirled my tongue around her slit and her hands yanked at my hair. A little nibble here, a slip of the finger inside and there she was again.

She pulled me up to meet her face. I grinned at her, flipping her over and raising her to her knees. Her arse was sublime as well. A perfect split peach. I ran my hands over it, exploring the cleft and making her shudder. My cock jerked at her obvious enjoyment. I could see the wetness running down her thighs. Curling over her, I rubbed myself between her spread cheeks, cupping her hanging breasts. Her nipples were so hard they felt like diamonds as I rolled them in my fingers. Hermione whimpered and rolled her hips back into mine. I was tired of playing and grasped her flesh in my hands.

There\'s nothing like that first thrust.

We both moaned, the breath leaving our lungs in pleasured exhalation. We were still and I felt her throbbing and pulsing around me. I was content to just stay there, but then the little witch ground against me, pulling my cock deeper inside. Damn you for making me want you this way.

I slid nearly all the way and rammed back in, revelling in her high-pitched \'oh\'. Feeling her squirming made me get down to the business of giving her another orgasm. I thanked Merlin that my father finally was able to pound some sense of self control into me. Long, deep strokes. That\'s what Hermione liked the best. Keeping a rapidly fraying rein on myself, I indulged her until low animal sounds began to emerge from her throat. Letting loose, I know that I left bruises on her hips from where my fingers clutched at her. We are whipped into a frenzy and her nails are tearing at the sheets. I\'ve never heard her make that noise before. Yes, that\'s it, Granger. Scream for me, lovely.

And soon I am doing screaming of my own. We collapse in an exhausted heap. It is too warm in the afterglow to cuddle up. I am glad that Hermione understands and scoots to a cool, unused section of the bed. In retreat, we gather our breaths and revel in the lingering pleasure. In retreat, I think that I could truly love her.