Freedom

Draco’s favourite place to make love was on the overstuffed armchair in the living room of his flat. He loved the feeling of relaxing into the chair with Hermione straddling him, her strong legs pushing herself up and down on him while one of her hands was on his shoulder for support and the other arm was wrapped around his neck, trying to get his mouth closer to hers.

Last night she hadn’t wanted to do anything because she was still sore from what the Weasel had done to her, so to give them time today to celebrate their anniversary, Charlie had taken Jamie to Diagon Alley for a couple of hours so that they could have some alone time to celebrate their holiday.

Hermione’s threw her head back; her long, beautiful, soft hair just grazing the tops of Draco’s thighs as she slowly rode him on the chair. His hands were on her hips, guiding her as she took him in, and his lips were running up and down her long, exposed neck.

Draco was making little groaning noises of pleasure each time Hermione came back down on him. He could have this woman forever and it would never be enough. He could die happy knowing that he had lived some amount of his life with this woman in his arms. He trailed one of his hands up her ribcage to her breast and cupped it in his palm, circling a nipple with his thumb.

Then she stopped. Completely and utterly stopped. He opened his eyes that he didn’t know were closed and found that she was smiling down at him, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and looking gloriously close to orgasm. “Why’d you stop?” he asked softly, breathlessly.

“Let’s have another baby,” she said with a smile.

“Huh?” he asked. He was inside her now, not Charlie. “Charlie’s not here,” was all he could get out. He tried to move her hips again, this was supposed to be their day, why was she talking about having another kid?

“No, with you,” she said, bringing her lips down to his while starting to grind on him again. “Me and you have a baby together,” she said with a smile.

Draco looked at her and smiled brightly. “Really? What about the Weasel?”

“Fuck ‘im,” she said with a groan and moved more rapidly, kissing him and moaning as his hands moved again on her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly between his fingertips.

“Love you,” he groaned as she sunk down deep on him and shuddered through an orgasm. The rippling of her inner muscles strangled out Draco’s orgasm. They shuddered and shivered through their climaxes until, spent, they collapsed against each other on the chair.

“Love you, too,” Hermione said. She bonelessly grabbed her wand from the side table and said a spell, pointing her wand at her stomach. A faint translucent globe of light hovered for a second before it dissipated. “Guess we’ll have to try again,” she said with a smile.

Draco laughed, grabbing her arse in his hands and lifting her out of the chair with himself. “Good idea,” he said. “Let’s start now.”

She was laughing at his antics when there was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Hermione asked, wanting only to get back to her lover.

“It’s Harry, Hermione. Open up, I don’t care if you’re indecent.”

Hermione smiled broadly at Draco and wriggled out of his grasp to run over to their pile of clothes to throw on his oxford and a pair of knickers while throwing Draco’s boxers at him. He quickly threw them on. Hermione walked to the door and opened it and Hermione knew from the look on Harry’s face that he had good news.

“I just went to your house and found Ron in bed with another woman,” Harry said, still smiling.

“Evidence?” Hermione asked, her face dropping into a half-smile. “For our future case?”

“Current case,” Harry said, pulling the papers out of his pocket. “Mr Weasley signed it into law this morning.”

Hermione almost screamed in happiness. She felt tears pricking her eyes as she read the piece of paper that would finally set her free of her husband. “Oh Merlin, Harry. I never thought this would actually happen.” Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor clutching the piece of paper in her hands.

Draco snatched up the paper and looked at it with a grin. “A case of divorce can be brought up in cases of abuse or disloyalty.”

Harry smiled. “Looks like you have both now,” he said.

“But I’ve been disloyal as well,” Hermione said. “Obviously, I have a child with one of my lovers.”

“Yes, but don’t bring that up in court if you don’t have to,” Harry said. “You’ll end up with everything if he’s been abusive and disloyal and you’re made out to be the innocent, beaten wife.”

Hermione looked at Harry. “I am an innocent, beaten wife.” She sighed. “I just wish that I would have known six years ago that I would have ended up like this. I never would have married him. I could have been happily with Draco and Charlie and we wouldn’t have to hide our relationship. I just can’t wait until this is all over and I can enjoy that life.”

“You will, Hermione,” Harry said. “I’ll make sure of it.” He kissed her forehead and smiled. “I’ll leave to two back to your lovefest though. I’ll call you on Monday to go over the details of the case and we’ll have Ron served by Tuesday.”

“Okay, Harry, thanks,” she said, hugging him and kissing his cheek. “Tell Ginny and the girls ‘hello’ from me.”

“I will,” Harry said and left with a click of the door. Hermione laughed, jumping on Draco and kissing him nearly to death. “Finally, Draco. Finally we’re actually going to get this over with.”

Draco smiled into her mouth. “Still want to try for another baby?”

“Fuck yes,” she said, dragging him towards the bedroom.

A/N: I'm sorry about another short chapter, but the next one will be a lot longer. :) I breathe reviews!