Second Chances

Disclaimer: Not mine.


The room was lit with the rosy glow of dawn as Draco woke to a pleasant sensation. Hermione was shifting in his arms, pressing her back against him as she snuggled into his embrace in her sleep. He breathed deeply, filling his senses with the sweet, warm smell of sleeping Hermione. As he came to, he became aware of the enormous erection he was currently sporting, pressing it into Hermione’s backside and sighing at the relief of the friction. He ground slowly against her, pressing his engorged organ into the cleft of her round globes and sliding it between them. He leaned over her sleeping form, watching as her eyes slowly opened and a sleepy smile crossed her face.

“Good morning,” she greeted him in a voice still hoarse from sleep, twisting her upper body to kiss him.

“It is most definitely a very good morning indeed,” he replied happily. “How are you feeling?” he asked, concern etched across his features.

“Wonderful,” she answered honestly. “A bit sore, perhaps, but never better.”

He watched her silently, grey eyes looking worried as he was suddenly overcome by emotion. He had never expected to feel anything of this nature. Feeling her delicate form leaning in to him, wrapped in his arms and nothing else, he felt bowled over by the depth of emotion he held for her. He was filled with the urge to never let her out of his sight, to spend every waking moment making her happy and protecting her. He settled instead for dropping a light kiss on her forehead and lifting her in his arms, carrying her to the bath where he filled the tub with warm foamy water and set her to soak, heading to the kitchen to make breakfast after throwing on a robe.

He looked around, remembered that he had no idea how to prepare food using magic, let along using muggle contraptions, and summoned a house elf. The little elf quickly set about, preparing a variety of breakfast foods as Draco gave her instructions. He heard a noise behind him and turned around to be greeted by the golden eyes of Crookshanks, watching the proceedings with an interested expression. Remembering how much Hermione valued the opinion of the mangy animal, he instructed the elf to set aside few kippers for the cat. Crookshanks rubbed contentedly against Draco’s legs, purring happily. Draco sternly reminded himself that the animal was a vicious piece of work and tried to squash the warm feelings that had begun to grow within him towards the cat lately.

When everything had been prepared and Crookshanks had finished his kippers (and was now beadily eyeing the rest of the meal), Draco headed back to the bath to check on his witch. He found her luxuriating in the bath, eyes closed and a dreamy expression upon her face. Her hair was up in knot, damp ringlets framing her face, and her cheeks were rosy from the heat. She stirred at the sound of the door opening, smiling sleepily at him.

“I was just about to rinse off. “ She informed him. “Why don’t we have a quick shower together?”

He stripped the robe off and was at her side in a flash as she drained the tub with her wand and turned on the hot water tap to the shower. He stepped in behind her, pulling the curtain shut, and pulled her against him, kissing her deeply.

As they broke apart, he reached for a washcloth, pouring a generous amount of scented soap onto it and massaging it into her skin, scrubbing delicately at her generous curves. He paused as he came upon his breasts, taking extra care circling the firm globes gently with the washcloth and then with his hands, caressing her nipples into stiff peaks.

“I think that they are probably clean at this point,” she informed him smartly, though in a breath voice, after several minutes of this attention.

“Can’t be too careful,” he muttered as he rinsed them clean and doubled over to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly at it. He attempted to move lower, only to find himself being pulled upwards.

“It’s your turn now,” Hermione purred, taking the washcloth from him and pouring more soap onto it. She reached up, stretching to pull the cloth across his broad shoulders and back. Every so often she replaced the cloth with her hands as she worked his body over, kneading gently and stroking the firm lean contours of his muscled form. As she moved down his torso, she dropped to her knees suddenly, pushing him against the back wall of the shower.

The spray was pounding into her upper back as she took his rigid length into her mouth, laving it with her tongue. She swallowed as much of his throbbing erection as she could take in without choking, using her hand to wrap around the last bit of shaft. She moaned as she worked over his length, loving the texture of his velvety skin over the rock hard arousal. Draco gasped at the vibrations as she moaned. He tried to pull her away.

“Not like this,” he ground out. “I’ll wait for you.”

She ignored him and continued, pulling him in deeper and taking his hand in hers, placing it on the back of her head. His fingers automatically wound into her hair, muscles in his forearm flexing as he tried to prevent himself from pushing her face into his lap and fucking her mouth with abandon. Her mouth was all warm, sweet suction, combined with the laving action of her tongue and her frequent vibrating moans, he was finding himself spiraling towards the edge more quickly than he had expected.

He watched her, grey eyes stormy with passion as he noted her hollowed cheeks and swollen lips. He felt her hand fondling his balls as his orgasm drew near. His fingers wound tighter in her hair as she took him in deep and he spilled into her mouth, his hips thrusting helplessly against her mouth as he rode out the waves of his climax.

She sat back, watching him happily and enjoying his panting, disheveled form as he tried to compose himself. His eyes had involuntarily screwed shut during his orgasm and he now pried one lid open to take in her smiling face.

“Minx,” he growled and pulled her up to him. “Now, let me reciprocate.”

But Hermione stopped him once more. “I’m still hungry,” she replied with a wicked smirk, “and I smell breakfast. Besides, I have other plans- for later. Let’s go.”

She hopped out of the tub and threw on her bathrobe, heading for the kitchen. He followed quickly, feeling slightly guilty but extremely satiated. He entered the kitchen to find her filling plates with the breakfast foods. He sat next to her at the table and they ate in contented silence, each enjoying the other’s presence.

A sharp rapping at the window broke the spell. They both looked over to see Hedwig hovering outside the living room window. Hermione hurried over to let her in, taking the scroll of her leg and fetching a treat for her. She unfurled the parchment, quickly reading Harry’s message and handing it over to Draco, who skimmed it and looked back at her, a curious expression on his face.

“Want to come?” she asked simply.

He laughed softly. “Somehow I don’t think the Weasel would appreciate my assistance in the celebration of the twenty-second anniversary of his birth.” The night out that Potter had planned sounded almost enjoyable if one was capable of disregarding the guest of honor, which Draco was not.

“You guys have been getting along much better lately though,” she pouted, “and I want you there.”

“If it’s really what you think is best, I’ll be there. But only if you honestly don’t think the birthday boy would mind. And I truly don’t mind stepping aside in this case,” he finished, trying not to betray his desperation to avoid having to spend an evening during which he would be obligated to make nice with a number of Weasleys.

“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed. “I would miss you though, if you didn’t come.”

“Well then, you’ll just have to take advantage of the time you have with me now, won’t you?” he asked, his voice a seductive purr as he swooped down on her and nearly dragged her giggling form into the bedroom.

They fell onto the bed immediately after having ripped each other’s robes off. Hermione pushed him onto his back. He let her take control, enjoying her aggressiveness. She straddled his body, holding his arms to his sides, pinning him in place. Though both knew he could remove her arms with little effort, the new roles were exciting.

She rotated her hips slowly against his, grinding her hot core against the base of his cock. She was stretched across him in her attempts to pin his arms, leaning forward with her breasts dangling tantalizingly over his bare chest. She leaned a bit further and slid her hardened nipples across the smooth skin of his bare chest. Closing the few inches left between them, she pressed her lips against his, feeling a new surge of heat between her legs as her mouth met soft lips and a demanding tongue. He thrust his tongue in and out of the hot cavern of her mouth, providing imagery of what was to come. She groaned and shifted once more.

Lifting herself up, she placed herself above his now weeping erection and worked the tip into her folds before sliding herself slowly down his thick shaft, eyes closing in pleasure as he filled and stretched her. She had released her grip on his arms, moving her hands to the center of his firm chest, freeing his hands. He placed his hands on her hips, waiting for her to start rocking against him. As he felt her begin to move, he matched her motions with his own, his arms flexing to lift her and pull her down while his powerful hips thrust in counterpoint with her own.

The angle of penetration was perfect, she decided as she rode him. His erection was massaging her in a wonderful way, and if she leaned forward, she could rub her clit against the base of his cock. She was spiraling out of control before long, gasping, then panting, and finally yelling his name as she felt the tension breaking, flooding her body with release.

Draco watched reverently as she tossed her head back, emitting the sexiest noises he’d ever heard. When she had finished contracting around him and appeared to be coming down, he flipped her over. Lifting her legs and pushing them to rest on his shoulders, he began thrusting gently at first, fucking her deeply but slowly.

She realized with a start that her post-orgasmic haze was receding rapidly as her body began to work towards a second climax. She looked up into his eyes, the intensity of the steely silver gaze never failing to arouse her even further.

As she began to writhe beneath him, her delicious moans and breathy little noises beginning anew, he suppressed a gleeful smile, delighted that she appeared to be ready to come a second time. He leaned forward, his face inches from hers as whispered to her. \"You like it like this?\"

She shivered at his words, eliciting a chuckle from his throat. “Yesss,” she hissed in reply.

“You’re getting wetter just thinking about it. I can feel you, all hot and slick, covering me in your juices. You’re so ready for a good fucking and I’m definitely going to give it to you.”

She was now whimpering, undulating beneath him. He was snapping his hips rapidly against hers, pushing his straining erection into her at a much brisker tempo.

“God you look gorgeous like this- thrashing around, wailing and begging for more. You feel amazing- so hot and slick and so tight, I’m gonna come so hard I expect it’ll flood the bed.”

With that she cried out, clawing at the sheets as she convulsed wildly around his aching shaft, pushing him over the edge. He gripped her ankles tightly, eyes screwed tightly shut as he felt himself climaxing, shooting what felt like gallons of cum into her. His hips jerked, sporadically thrusting his twitching cock into her pussy until he was completely spent. He stayed upright for a minute, gasping for breath, before releasing her legs and collapsing on top of her.

“Love you Hermione,” he mumbled as they rolled onto their sides and she snuggled into him.

“Love you too,” she smiled sleepily against his chest before drifting off to sleep.

* * * * *

Much later, as Draco and Hermione sat surrounded by twenty of Ron Weasley’s closest friends and family, Draco took advantage of the chaotic atmosphere to watch his little witch interacting with various friends, all with the glow of a woman in love. He knew that he too must look ridiculously happy lately, and was making a noble effort to keep his bored expression intact. He had been feeling charitable after the events of the last twenty-four hours, going so far as to present Weasley with a gift certificate to the new Chocolatier’s opening in Diagon Alley. He’d even wished him a happy birthday and managed to keep all traces of sarcasm out of his voice, though he had rolled his eyes at the suspicious look on the birthday boy’s face as he had thanked him carefully, looking as though he were prepared to defend himself at a moment’s notice.

Now as he sat sipping his drink and watching Hermione’s dark eyes light up in conversation, he felt someone slide into the chair next to him and turned to look into the green eyes of Harry Potter.

“So,” Potter began, “she looks happy.”

Draco bit back a remark about just HOW he had made her so happy and nodded. “We’re both pretty happy these days.” He was unable to keep a tiny smile off of his face.

Potter was watching him carefully, and Draco wondered what was running through his mind as he silently stared.

“I never thought I’d be saying it Malfoy, but you two seem to suit each other. I’m glad that you two got a second chance,” Potter finally spoke, a serious expression on his face.

As Draco looked over to Hermione, met with one of her secret smiles that she reserved for him alone, he was filled with contentment, knowing that he had found his match in every way. She was perfect for him, and he planned to spend the rest of his life making her glad that she had decided to take a chance on him.

“So am I.”


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