Muggle Marriage Law 51599

Birthday watch (may)

They were civil with each other, for the most part when they were together, which was usually at dinner and a few breakfasts here and there, and one or two get togethers that were held at the manor. Draco usually left in the morning for his Ministry post as an inspector as part of the Crime Scene Investigation Unit. Hermione spent her days mulling around the manor until one day in late April, Mrs. Malfoy had asked her out to lunch to get to know her new daughter-in-law.

“Would you mind at all if we stop by St. Mungo’s, dear,” Mrs. Malfoy had asked the young witch as she took hold of her arm. Hermione shook her head.

Hermione waited near the entrance of the emergency room as she waited for Mrs. Malfoy. The older witch was head of the fundraising for the wizarding hospital. All of the events that she headed were successes. The biggest success was the annual St. Mungo’s Charity Ball. She had even volunteered Malfoy Manor for the last fifteen years since its inception as site for the fundraising event.

So as Hermione waited in the busy lobby, she watched as it was overrun by injured wizarding folk. She stood up and offered her help to the medical staff.

They had recognized her as the intelligent witch from Hogwarts. She had admitted to them that through the Muggle Marriage Laws, she did not have use of her wand. They accepted her help anyway.

Mrs. Malfoy watched from her vantage point in the hallway. She smiled to herself and headed back to her office where she returned to do more paperwork.

Volunteering at the hospital kept Hermione’s mind off things, especially Draco. She loved helping patients, especially in the children’s ward.

* * *

It was a Saturday in early May, one of the days that Hermione didn’t schedule herself to volunteer at the hospital. She had just finished her morning walk through one of the many gardens. The head gardener had told her that summer roses would soon bloom come June.

She entered their bedroom and paused at the door as Draco stopped packing his suitcase. He narrowed his eyes at her.

“Going somewhere?” she had asked sincerely as she leaned against the door jam.

“I have to leave town for a little while; for the Canary Islands,” he chose his words wisely.

“On business,” she said it more as a statement rather than a question.

“Vacation actually,” he said and then added defensively. “We’ve been planning this for over a year.”

Hermione nodded her head, looking at him. “Who all is going?”

“Just some of us Slytherins,” he said looking at her. “Vincent, Blaise, Pansy,” he paused, not mentioning that their significant others were also coming. “Corey and Celeste.”

Hermione nodded not able to look at him. She remembered all of them, especially Celeste. She remembered that she and Draco were an item at Hogwarts; in fact, they were the item since their fourth year.

“Shit, Granger,” Draco said annoyed, “I don’t need your permission.”

“Have a great trip, Draco,” she said, giving him a sincere smile. She left the room nonchalantly. Once she cleared the doorway, she took in a deep breath. Why did she let it bother her so? She surely wasn’t fishing for an invitation.

Draco watched her leave. He took a big breath. He threw his underwear into the bag. He had the urge to tell her off.

“Shit,” he said under his breath.

He stalked out of their room. He watched her duck into the library. His face softened. She always left the door slightly ajar. He walked in.

Hermione had shelved the muggle fairy tale when she got so busy volunteering at the hospital. This was as good a time as any for her to continue with the story.

She had just opened up to the page where the creature went ballistic as he caught the young lady in the forbidden wing of the castle. Hermione got to the part when the creature yelled at her to get out when the blonde wizard entered. She looked up at him.

He bit his lower lip for a few seconds before he spoke. “It’s for my birthday,” he explained. She just looked up at him.

He shoved his hands into his pockets. He looked at her expecting some kind of response.

“Really, Draco,” she said sincerely, “I meant what I said back in the bedroom. I hope you have a great time.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at her. What was her catch?

“Everybody should spend his birthday with people he loves,” she said softly. She returned to reading her book, hiding her eyes from him so that he wouldn’t see them brimming with moisture.

He was dumbfounded. He turned and walked out of the room.
That was their last conversation before he had left for the small little Spanish islands. Hermione kept herself busy volunteering at the hospital; keeping herself from imagining what sordid acts Draco and his former Slytherin housemates were performing.

Working at the Hospital, she had grown very close to and very fond of Draco’s mother. She respected the older witch. She wondered how such a wonderful person could have been related to Draco Malfoy. Obviously, Draco had taken after his father, she thought to herself.

Mrs. Malfoy had actually painted a different picture of her son. Not that she denied that he could be a git at times, but she did talk about what he was like before the Hogwarts eleven year old that Hermione remembered. She smiled.

Back at the manor, Hermione had fished the old muggle timepiece from her things. Her dad had given her his favorite watch as a college graduation gift. She dusted off the black and emerald green Rolex. She wound the watch. It ticked. She smiled at the beautiful keepsake.

She replaced it into the box. She wrapped it up with plain parchment paper. She tied a ribbon around it and rested it on his nightstand. Happy Birthday, Draco, Love Hermione, she had written. She looked at it again and had an inclination of crossing out “Love.” She rolled her eyes.

She headed out of the manor for St. Mungo’s. Draco would actually be home that afternoon, if she had heard the house elves correctly.

* * *

She had reached the manor in record time. It was nearing dinnertime and she was feeling anxious. She was actually looking forward to seeing him.

When they were halfway through dinner, Hermione actually felt quite empty. She had gone to bed wearing another Gryffindor top and bottom to bed. There she continued to read the muggle fairy tale before her sleepy eyelids betrayed her.

* * *

The creature held his paws over her eyelids. ‘What exactly was he going to show me?’ the young beauty thought to herself as she smiled.

* * *

‘What was she smiling about?’ he thought to himself as he removed his pajama bottoms. He crawled onto the bed. He had already dispensed of her shorts and was in the process of taking care of her shirt, using his wand to tear up the garment. He ran the tip of his wand down the center of her chest. Her eyes flashed open. Her smile that he observed earlier vanished.

She looked up at her wrists. She shut her eyes, beginning to turn red. She took in a breath as she felt him in between her thighs.

“Do you get your kicks doing this to me?” she breathed through pursed lips as he smirked at her.

“Is that the way to welcome home your husband?” Draco said placing his wand on his nightstand. He kept her gaze.

“I’m really tired, Draco,” she said, her breath caught in her throat.

“It’s only eleven,” he said looking at his new wristwatch.

He ran his fingers down her center. She gulped. She pulled against her restraints again.

“You never learn, do you Granger?” Draco said kissing her neck. “This is a Slytherin household. Your maroon and gold taint it.”

“I just want to sleep,” she said not wanting to admit that she had been anxious to see him when he was scheduled to arrive earlier that day. Had he been out with his friends drinking? Or had he been with someone?

“Shhh,” he said gently into her ear. She gulped again.

He kissed down her center until he reached her navel. His soft blonde bangs brushed against her sensitized skin. He looked up into her face. She was already straining for breath.

“What are you doing?” she asked weakly, gazing into his eyes.

He just gave her a smirk. He pulled her legs farther apart.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked worried, as she again pulled on her restraints.

“Shh,” he said calmly as he laid a trail of kisses down from her left knee to the inside of her thigh. She breathed in.

Her eyes widened as he licked her slit. He stopped her from shutting her legs on him, he was far stronger than she was. He nibbled on her clit making her gasp.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as she yanked harder on her bindings, raising her pelvis into him. She blushed at what she had just done, ashamed he had caused her to act so brazenly.

His tongue darted in and out of her. He varied the pressure of his flicks keeping her off guard.

“Oh, God, please Draco,” she moaned.

He stopped his ministrations for a moment. He watched her squirm, her eyes fluttering.

“Accio wand,” he said breathlessly. She looked up at him, her breath hitched.

“Finite Incantatum,” he drawled. Her arms fell onto the silk sheets. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to normalize her breathing.

He caught her gaze again. She took in a sharp breath, disarmed at how gently he had looked at her. She gasped again as he continued where he left off.

He sucked causing a vacuum. She moaned, arching her back. She fisted the silk sheets at her sides, uttering soft moans.

“Draco, please, deeper,” she said as he felt her hands in his hair, pulling him into her further. He smiled to himself. If he had looked up at her, he would have noticed her face flushed crimson.

He deepened his plunges. She moaned in ecstasy moving her hands over the sheets again. He made her shudder three times in orgasm, her juices spilling out of her. He lapped her up. Her fingers no longer clutched at the sheets. She was spent.

He kissed his way up to her face. She felt his weight on her chest as she tried to breath. She looked up into his grey eyes.

He kissed her on her lips. The taste of herself was intoxicating. She audaciously grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He pulled at her wrists, pushing them into the mattress, but keeping the kiss.

When he finally pulled away from her lips to allow them to breathe, she looked up into his face, afraid of what she had done. He smiled at her, which disarmed her further.

She averted his eyes. She concentrated instead on his chest that was expanding and contracting as he breathed and the silver chain he always wore. He watched her turn crimson.

“Thank you,” he said turning her chin up. She looked questioningly up at him, “For the watch.”

She gulped. “Happy birthday, Draco,” she said softly.

He entered her, gently, waiting for her to tell him to stop. She never did. He kept her eye contact as he quickened his pace. She moved in time with him.

He pulled her into his chest and turned their positions around. He was now under her. She looked at him, looking lost. She had never been on top before, and she didn’t know how to proceed.

He smiled encouragingly at her. He gently pushed up on her breast so that she was in a sitting position. She gasped at the different sensation she was feeling. He massaged his fingers into her hip pushing her away and then pulling her back down. She moaned as she looked down at him. He palmed her breasts. She moaned louder.

He sat up. He looked into her anxious face. He embraced her, his fingers dancing on her back as he kissed her neck. He pulled her in closer to his body.

“Oh, Draco,” she said breathlessly.

He kissed her neck again and then looked up at her. She blushed. He smirked gently at her before turning her onto her back. He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. He thrust into her as he clutched at the sheets. She moved her hands onto his ass, urging him to deepen the thrusts.

They moved together. She climaxed before he did. He thrust a couple more times before spilling into her.

He gazed into her eyes. They fluttered as she breathed slow breaths. He pulled out of her. Her breath hitched. She shuddered.

He lay down next to her. His eyes were droopy as well. He expected her to turn to the balcony, analyzing what they had just done. But instead, she turned on her side facing him. She looked up at him, already blushing.

She searched his eyes; trying to figure out what had just happened. He pushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.

“This doesn’t mean I love you, you know,” he said softly, searching her eyes, too.

She breathed in. She looked up at him. “I know,” she said softly.

He pulled her head and arms onto his chest. He kissed her forehead. She took in a deep breath. Her eyelids fluttered before she fell asleep.

* * *

The next morning she had found herself on him. She blushed. What happened last night? She quickly and quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake him.

She had to think. She put on the shorts that he had removed. He looked at the shirt he had torn off her. She sighed. She pulled a plain t-shirt out, slipped on some socks and her running shoes. She needed to clear her mind, and running afforded her that luxury.

‘He was probably drunk,’ she thought of how gently he had treated her, as she rounded the lake for her second lap. She shut her eyes. He had said at the end that he didn’t love her. Which was just as well she thought. She went into an all out sprint toward the Manor. Nothing would come of last night, she convinced herself. He would surely make sure of that. She sighed as she slowed down to cool off. Give him a couple of days, he’ll return to his prat self.