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Looking at herself in the mirror, Hermione didn’t recognize the witch staring back at her. She was draped in yards of forest green silk that clung to her curves in a wispy lovers caress. The delicately made dress was scandalous in that it covered her body, but left nothing to the imagination. All it would take was one strong wind or one slight push from a man’s hand and the dress would fall off of her. Her curls were pulled back at the sides, framing her face in a way that brought attention to her large, honey brown eyes. The shoes she wore were strappy heels that brought attention to her delicate ankles and perfectly shaped calves. Enthralled with what she was seeing, she allowed Madame Miglione to turn her this way and that, pinning the dress so that it was tailored to specifically fit her curves.

“We’ll take this one, definitely,” Draco told the designer in Italian. “I also want the two blue ones and the yellow sun dress. I didn’t like the purple monstrosity, but I loved the brown duster and the red cocktail dress. Make sure you send at least seven pairs of shoes over, as well. I’m tired of looking at the ones she has.” If he noticed Hermione’s indignant glare, he didn’t show it. This was far too much fun. He’d taken her shopping in Milan to all the famous wizarding design houses. At first she had created a fuss, insisting that he shouldn’t buy her clothing and that she wouldn’t let him. He told her that he was buying it for her whether she wanted him to or not and that he would stun her if necessary to put the dresses on her. He liked picking out what she wore. It increased the ever increasing addictive feeling of intimacy he sought after. Her wardrobe was no longer a surprise to him because not only had he been there when it was purchased, he had picked it out as well.

The middle aged witch pulled Hermione behind the dressing curtain while he settled the bill. As he signed the sale slip authorizing the galleons to be taken out of his account in Gringotts, he overheard the Madame speaking to Hermione.

“Step out of those, cara, and we’ll box them up for you.”

“But I don’t want these shoes, they hurt my feet,” Hermione whispered to the witch.

“I know, cara, but sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to please our husbands.” Draco would have paid money to see the look on Hermione’s face. She could deny that she was married to him, but that would mean that they would believe she was his mistress, his high paid whore. She wisely kept her mouth shut.

She emerged from the dressing room in her pale blue sundress and he wrapped his arm around her waist, gripping her hip and they began their walk down the street. They’d been in Milan for two days and would go back to Napoli that evening to continue their holiday.

“Not That I’m not grateful, Draco, but why did you buy me all of these clothes?” Hermione had become comfortable walking next to him and they had started using each other’s first names. Draco decided that he liked this turn of events very much.

“I bought you these clothes for a number of reasons. First, you’re a beautiful witch and you should play that up by dressing accordingly. I think you got so immersed in being the brains of your little group that you forgot that you were female. Second, you are being seen with me and I can’t have you looking like a pauper while I’m dressed in impeccable taste. I told you to go shopping and you packed like we were going away for the weekend and not the better part of a month. Third, I like picking out what you wear.”

“For you, that little outburst was almost sweet.” She smiled up at him before her face turned serious. “I can’t keep them, though.”

“What do you mean you can’t keep them?” he demanded.

“How am I going to explain to my parents and friends how I was able to afford all of this? I’ve already lied to them enough. They know I don’t have the money and it’s not as if I can announce that not only have I been shagging you for the past six months, but our ‘relationship’ has progressed to the point where you feel it necessary to buy me clothes. Can’t you give these to your mother?”

“No, I can’t,” he replied testily. “If you’re that worried about it, tell them that your friend gave them to you or tell them that they’re knock-offs of the actual designers. I doubt any of them would be able to tell the real thing if you used it to tie their mouths shut. Besides, I want to see you actually wear those and it isn’t as if I bought you all that much. You’re acting like I spent a bloody fortune.”

“But you did spend a bloody fortune! You spent more on clothes these past two days than I anticipate spending on rent in the next year.”

“What hovel are you planning on living in, exactly?”

“I don’t know if I’ll be there yet, but I’ve had my eye on the flat above Flourish& Blot’s in Diagon Alley. And before you start, it isn’t a hovel!”

“You can’t live there! The whole place is filled with common, filthy, degenerates. You’ll have to find something in the Hyde Park area, closer to me.”

“I’m touched by your arrogance. I can’t afford to live in the neighborhood you live in and Diagon Alley is perfectly safe.”

“Just what job were you planning on getting that you couldn’t afford to live someplace nicer? I thought you were going to work for the ministry.”

“I am. I’ve sent out resumes and so far the department of Control of Magical Creatures and the department of Mysteries have asked me to meet with them. However, an entry level salary will only pay so much and I need to save my money so that I can eventually move into one of those posh flats on your end of town. Until then, you’ll just have to come see me in my little Diagon Alley ‘hovel’.”

Draco liked that she insinuated that he could visit her. He liked being let into her personal space. However, there were far too many prying eyes in Diagon Alley and as it stood, they still couldn’t be seen together. He was beginning to wonder why. Yes, he had many incriminating photos of her, but was that really what was keeping her here? He knew she enjoyed spending time with him, but if he didn’t have those pictures, would she be here at all? She was the kind of person who made the best of every situation, so while he knew she was enjoying herself, he couldn’t be sure if she was enjoying herself the same way she did when she was with Potter and the Weaslette.

What was even more pressing was the fact that he wanted her to want to be there. When she laughed at something he said, it was genuine and he loved to hear her beautiful laughter. She could make him laugh as well and for that reason, he was growing increasingly attached to her. Suddenly something she said struck him. She’d referred to what they had going as a relationship. She’d meant it jokingly of course, but she’d still said it. That was what he wanted from her. He wanted a relationship. He wanted to be the only one she dated and he wanted to walk like this with her in public back in England. He didn’t want Dean Thomas or Oliver Wood chasing after her now that she and the weasel were through. They needed to know that she was taken. The problem was, how did he go about approaching this with her? Since his father’s demise, he no longer had to worry about blood status. He’d held that particular prejudice until it became impossible to deny that the muggle borns at his school only had disadvantages in a cultural sense and not in their capabilities. He was free to pursue whomever he chose.

Hermione on the other hand had a lot to lose by being seen with him. Her friends would turn against her, people would assume that she was a slag and she had a lot more to answer for by being seen with him. He would take flak from the upper-crust of society, but he had enough money that he didn’t have to care about whom he offended. Besides, for the people who truly mattered, being seen with her would increase his status and prove that just because his father had been evil, that didn’t mean he was as well. His mother didn’t care who he dated as long as the witch didn’t do anything to disgrace the Malfoy name. Hermione was the epitome of class and grace, so he had nothing to worry about. What he did have to worry about was how he was going to finagle her compliance in this matter. Typically, whenever he wanted something, he went out and bought it. How did one go about buying a relationship?


When they got back to the house in Napoli, Hermione sighed in relief and informed him that she wanted to take a bath. Letting go of her, he watched her walk into the bathroom and listened for the sound of running water. Smelling the familiar scent of lavender, he slunk into the bath just to take a quick look. Walking in, he saw her with her long curls piled on top of her head and her eyes closed in blissful relaxation. Quietly, he slipped back out of the room, picked up his camera and made his way back in the room. The bubbles covered just the tops of her breasts and when she took a breath, he could see their rosy tips peaking out at him. Not bothering with a flash, he took her picture. She didn’t even notice. Giving in to temptation, he stripped and slid into the other side of the enormous tub, taking great care to not alert her to his presence. By the time the water magically shut off, he was standing directly in front of her.

Hermione gasped when she felt his hands pull her from her sitting position onto his lap, facing him with her legs draped on either side of him. The bath oil made their skin deliciously slippery and heightened the sensations they created when they rubbed together. Draco closed his eyes as Hermione lightly kissed his forehead, eyebrows, eyelids and his nose. His cock was flirting with her entrance, but never actually penetrating her.

“As much as I love seeing you in those clothes, nothing compares to what you look like naked. Gods, Hermione, how did you manage to keep this body a secret for so long?”

“It’s easy. I hid it behind a book. Not many people are willing to look in a book for something sexy.” He noticed she sounded slightly wistful and could tell that she still didn’t fully realize how incredibly attractive she was. If she walked down Diagon Alley in the yellow sundress he’d bought her in Milan, she would have to have a bodyguard just to make it into Florian Fortescue’s ice cream parlour.

“You looked in a book for something sexy, and you learned quite well, I might add. Is there anything books didn’t teach you?” He closed his eyes as she ran her hands over his body. When he opened them, she wasn’t looking at his face, but at his chest with rapt interest. She had the same look on her face that she often got when she studied something in potions or herbology. He never truly appreciated how beautiful she was until that moment.

“They never taught how wonderful the human body truly is or how exquisite it would feel. I’d had an orgasm before, because I’d read about masturbation and its different methods, but it never prepared me for what it felt like to come with another person.” She finally looked up into his eyes and smiled at what she saw in them. Tentatively, she asked, “Can we try something?”

“Anything,” he whispered. He’d never felt so treasured in his life. No one had ever taken this much interest in him before.

Without a word, she impaled herself on him, wrapping her legs around his waist so that their pelvises were pressed against each other. The water around them sloshed and moved against their skin, every jostle reminding Draco of how intimately connected they were.

“I want you to center your energy in the base of your back. Don’t think, just feel. Focus your mind on all of your magical energy flowing to that point.” As she spoke, Hermione set a slow rhythm, rocking them so that while Draco never pulled out of her, he was still moving inside her. Short, sweet, shallow thrusts that somehow made things more intense than the hammering into her he normally did. “Don’t think about anything other than the fact that what we’re doing is sacred. It’s an affirmation of life, a way to create, an expression of love and what makes us human.”

Hermione continued rocking her hips in a steady pace and Draco responded with his own upward thrusts. In, out, up and down, they moved, staring into each other’s eyes. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, not in a vise like grip, but firmly, letting him know that they wouldn’t be coming down anytime soon. Draco supported her bum with one arm and the buoyancy of the water made that job very simple. He was crouched in a squatting position in the tub so that only their shoulders and heads were above the water. His other arm was around her shoulders, holding her to him, while both of her arms were around his neck and shoulders, her hands lovingly caressing the skin she found. He did as she instructed and focused his magical energy at the base of his spine. Soon, he began to feel a warm tingling all around his pelvis. It made him want to thrust into her welcoming body with abandon but he held back.

He knew she was feeling the same thing when she gasped and took his face in her hands, kissing him on the mouth, almost reverently. The tingling sensation heightened and suddenly he realized that he could feel every part of her. Hot, wet and tight, he felt the very essence of what made her female. It reached out to him, surrounding them. The rhythm continued, slowly stroking each of them in their most intimate of places and the magic began to build around them. He felt something outside of his own pleasure and realized that he could feel her pleasure as well. He felt it when he hit the right spot in her channel, when he brushed her clit and he felt her womb contract when she began to feel intense pleasure.

She kept eye-contact with him as her shapely hips moved almost imperceptibly, yet causing him the most exquisite pleasure he’d ever felt in his entire life. He felt whole.

“Right now, you are whole,” Hermione said as if reading his thoughts. “According to some traditions, we are whole right now because we are connected in the most ancient and primitive way possible. You aren’t whole unless you connect with another human being.” Her words heightened his arousal and sounded far away due to the magic. He could feel the steady rhythm of her heart. They were both teetering on the edge of orgasm and had been for almost half an hour now. Instead of being frantic for release, Draco never wanted the feeling to end. Staring into her large doe eyes, he realized that he could sense her feelings as well. She too, felt whole and the wealth of contentment washing off of her at being with him, doing this, took his breath away. The amount of magic swirling around them made thinking both difficult and easier than it had ever been before in his life. The water continued to move around them and he was vaguely aware that most of the bubbles in the bath were gone. All he cared about was her face and the fact that he felt like they were the center of the universe at the moment. Light and colors swirled around him as he felt the magic pull through him the day his wand had chosen him at Ollivander’s when he was eleven. He felt that same sense of rightness as he moved inside her wet channel, every so often feeling her womb and wondering what it would feel like to put a child there.

Suddenly, he felt the heat in the room rise almost twenty degrees and Hermione clung to him frantically. They continued their undulations as the shock of orgasm rode through them both. For Draco it felt like the stream of sperm flowing out of him would never stop and if Hermione’s low moan of delight as she planted herself firmly over his member was any indication, she never wanted it to. He filled her with his essence and could feel, through the connection, her womb contract as he sprayed his release over its walls. For the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy had just made love.

Coming down from the magical high, he was exhausted, delirious, sated and ecstatic. As trite as it was to say, he never knew that it could be that good. Rising up out of the water, he carried her, still impaled on him, to the bedroom, where spelled them dry before laying down next to her. He’d always been extremely cautious with other witches when it came to protection, but he didn’t use the protection spell on her and hoped she was too sleepily sated to notice. She had a satisfied grin on her face as he pulled her to him. All he could think about was that his sperm was in her womb and if it took root, then she would forever be tied to him. Pulling her to his chest, he turned out the lights and felt her snuggle against him, releasing a happy sigh.

“G’night,” she mumbled before drifting off to sleep. That simple gesture of acceptance of what they’d done made up his mind. He could never let her go and he would do whatever it took to keep her.