A Fair Trade

With a loud bang Draco opened the door into the Malfoy Manor. It was dark inside, which was strange since it was only the afternoon. He looked around a bit as he took off his leather gloves, and then strode towards the living room where he could see the fire alight. Walking into the room he looked around and found a certain brunette absent.

‘Huh, maybe she’s taking a nap or somethin’,’ he thought as he seated himself in his dark green leather armchair. Draco knew Hermione sometimes liked to take naps when he was in the office taking care of all the Ministry’s financial problems, after a night of completely fucking her brains out.

‘Heh,’ he grinned smugly as he pulled off his black cashmere jacket. With nonchalant ease he flung it across the room and it landed on the coat rack by the front door.

‘Jackpot! ’

Rolling up the sleeves of his black turtleneck, he leaned back and was about to prop his feet up on the oak coffee table nearest to him when he heard soft footsteps descending the stairs.

“Hey babe, is that you?” he asked casually as he tipped the chair back.

“Welcome home,” Hermione smiled as she reached the landing. Padding over to him in fluffy pink slippers, she stopped in front of the chair. “How was work hunny?” she asked.

“The usual,” he shrugged as he kicked up his feet on the coffee table like he was originally going to do before he heard her coming towards him.

“Glad to hear it,” she smiled softly as she watched him get comfortable as he slumped further down into the green leather chair. But her smile quickly faded as she caught sight of her present No. 1 pet peeve.

“You were taking a nap?” Draco asked smirking to himself, pleased that he had left his wife well and truly fucked as he promised her last night. He eyed the green and black silk robe she had wrapped around her that he had brought for her back when they had began dating back in seventh year, it reminded him how much he loved seeing her in his house colors.

“No, I was … busy,” Hermione said carefully, glad that his full attention was on her right now. “Actually I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What?” Draco asked in exasperation, getting a sinking feeling on where this was heading.

“You know what it’s about,” Hermione frowned as she eyed his bored expression.

“Look, I like my beard, OK? I think it makes me look more mature and manly,” he folded his arms across his muscular belly. An obstinate look settled on his face, one that would brook no argument. His grey eyes also became a tad frostier, as if daring her to gainsay his statement.

Hermione wasn’t intimidated in the least. Considering she had been able to put up with him back in Hogwarts, and she had ended up facing Voldermort all alone and ended up killing him in the process being married to Draco for 2 years had only strengthened her resolve.

“I keep telling you, it’s your actions that make you look either mature or immature. Having a beard, or should I say, a permanent 5 o’clock shadow, just makes you look like a slob,” she said bluntly.

All he did was “humph!” very loudly and pointedly looked away.

Shaking her head in resignation, Hermione began to undo her robe’s belt. It looked like she’d have to use the big guns for this one …

“Well, then I propose that we make a deal,” she said coolly as she let the soft belt slip through her fingers. “You let me take your ‘beard’ off, and in return …”

“And in return?” Draco couldn’t help but look at her again.

Only his Slytherin balance kept him from falling over backwards.

Hermione was holding open her robes, and he could hardly believe what she had on underneath it.

She was wearing a tight dark green dress shirt that hugged her every curve and hill. The three top buttons were undone, giving him a nice view of the top of her breasts. The micro skirt she wore was black and made of shiny vinyl that seemed to accentuate the black, sheer, thigh-high stockings on her shapely legs.
Taking off her pink slippers, Hermione sashayed over to her husband with a confident smirk on her lips. She let the green and black silk robe frame her green and black outfit as she stood before him in all her beauteous, sexy glory.

“In return, I let you take this off me,” she made a sweeping gesture to her clothes. “Is that a fair trade, my dear?”

Any sense of Draco’s male ego died a quick and painless death as his eyes were glued to her body. He dry swallowed and nodded dumbly before he could even consider her words.

‘Damn!’ he thought when he caught sight of her victorious smile. ‘Who knew the old girl had it in her? Heh, not that I’m complaining,’ he smirked to himself.

She stood beside him and watched him as he stared at her taking off her robe. Hermione let it drop to the wooden floor before seating herself on Draco’s lap. Since his feet were still propped up on the coffee table she slid down his thighs till she was resting against his pelvis.

“Heehaw,” he murmured as his wife straddled his waist. This was one cowgirl he wouldn’t mind giving a ride to.

“Nuh uh,” she wagged a finger in front of his face. “I get to shave you first.”

“Be my guest,” Draco grinned roguishly as he forced his arms to drop to his sides. His wife was obviously the one in control right now, and he didn’t mind seeing where this would lead.

“Good boy,” Hermione puckered her lips and blew him a kiss. He licked his lips in return and she could see the heat rising in his eyes.

“You don’t want to look like Santa anyway, right?” she grinned as she moved her right hand to her thigh.

“Come again?” he asked as his eyes trailed after her hand as it slowly moved up her thigh.

“If you started to wear more red you’d look exactly like him sweetheart, I mean you do have white hair. If you really did grow a full beard you’d look just like St. Nick, we just have to wait till Devon gets a little older before he understands who Santa Clause is.” Hermione laughed as she raised the micro skirt’s hem. To his delight he saw that she was wearing a silver garter belt, and tucked underneath it was … something.

“So where is our little hellion?” He asked his wife

Hermione took that something out and with an expert flick of her wrist, flipped open the straight edged razor.

“At the Weasel’s” Hermione replied, Draco just gave a grunt in reply.

She then did the same with her other hand and thigh, and produced a small face towel from the matching garter belt on her left leg.

“Jolly Old Saint Nick, huh?” Draco said after he could talk again. “Have you been a good little girl this year?”

“You know I haven’t,” she smiled wickedly at him.

“I guess you get a lump of coal for Christmas then,” Draco smirked.

“Ooh, I think I know where it is,” she grinned as she ground her groin against his.

He made an inarticulate noise at the pressure and grabbed her hips with both his hands.

“OK, you’re definitely getting that lump of coal for Christmas,” he said hoarsely.

“Aww, do I have to wait that long to unwrap it?” she pouted at him.

“I dunno; can I unwrap you first?” he smiled as he leaned forward. Capturing her lips with his they passionately kissed till they had to part for want of breathe.

Hermione gasped for air as Draco leaned back against his chair once again.

“Damn, do you know how annoying it is to kiss a man with stubble on him?” she asked as she rubbed her cheeks and chin. His short facial hair felt like tiny spears pricking her skin, and it irritated her to no end. That was a major part of the reason why she wanted him clean-shaven.

“Sorry, babe, I don’t swing that way,” he winked at her playfully.
His wife grinned in response and bent down to riffle through her robe’s pocket. She soon came back up with a small aerosol can of shaving cream.

“Have at me!” Draco said dramatically as he let his hands drop to his sides once more. Rolling her eyes at him; he was such a drama queen sometimes; she uncapped the aerosol can and liberally covered the lower part of his face in white foam.
Setting the shaving cream beside his feet, she turned back to her husband and began to scrape away the offending hairs from his face.

As she did so, Draco couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering over her body. The years of training she’d had done for the war had always kept her in excellent shape, even after the birth of their first born son. And though there were some scars that marred her beautiful skin it would turn most people off, but it only served to make his blood run hot with lust and love. This was one woman who could take punishment and deal it out in return.

After she had done his right cheek, Hermione stopped and leaned back against his thighs.

“OK, your turn,” she smirked as she waited for his roving eyes to come to a decision. She didn’t have long to wait as the grey orbs immediately fastened onto the buttons of her blouse.

With nimble fingers he undid them all and parted the material with eager anticipation.

Draco was not disappointed with what he saw.
Humming appreciatively at the sight, he stared at the forest green silk teddy she was wearing. It fitted her so well that it seemed painted on, and the black lace overlay done in a rose pattern just gave it that extra ‘oomph’.

Eagerly his hands explored her torso, and Hermione shuddered in delight as the rough pads of his fingers brushed against the tops of her breasts. He tugged at the silk ribbons keeping the teddy closed, but she smacked his hand away before he could untie them.

“The shirt counts as one item,” she grinned at his disappointed, almost pouty, look. “One item per side.”

“Well then, continue,” Draco said with fake calm as he forced himself to relax. ‘Shit, this woman knows how to drag it out,’ he thought morosely, and was glad that his soft wool dress pants were loose fitting.

Hermione could only grin internally as she felt his ‘lump of coal’ push harder against the material of his pants. It served him right for not having a shave!
With exaggerated care she began working on his left cheek, but soon grimaced as Draco began shaking his legs.

The Slytherin Prince didn’t even notice it; he was too busy trying to keep himself from ripping Hermione’s clothes off and taking her right then and there. He didn’t see her pointed look or her irritated growls as she tried to warn him that she was getting pissed.

When his legs still kept vibrating with restrained energy, she sighed explosively and snapped out, “stay still!”

She accentuated the command with a quick stroke of the straight edge razor across his left cheek.

His eyes widened in surprise as he felt some blood trickle from the cut.
Hermione’s nostrils flared as she glared at him, but to her approval he did as he was told. Draco’s legs stopped moving; in fact, he went so still he was like a statue.

“Good,” she smiled in self-satisfaction and then continued shaving his face. While she did so Hermione took no particular care about the cut; she still went over it with the razor, and Draco felt the stinging sensation every time she did.
He watched as she wiped the blade with the face cloth every so often, and the material was stained white and red.

Hermione wasn’t worried that she’d offended Draco; she could still feel his arousal pressing against her. He liked it when they gave each other ‘love marks’, and since they had a huge stash of healing potions in their bedroom, he liked it when she was extra rough.

After what seemed like an eternity, she was done with his left side.

“All right, baby, you know what to do,” Hermione said as she spread her arms out in a surrendering manner.

His fingers instantly dug inside the micro skirt’s waistline and gave it a harsh tug. The motion roughly jerked Hermione but fortunately the skirt was made to rip away easily. It was buttoned at the back, but they unsnapped quickly and he threw the skirt across the room.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he whispered as he stared at the silk and lace panties that matched the teddy she wore.

“Yeah,” she grinned as she stroked his smooth cheek with her hand. “This is so much better.”

“One more to go?” he quirked an eyebrow at her.

She nodded silently and went to work on his chin and upper lip. Hermione didn’t mind it this time when Draco’s hands went around her waist and massaged her there. He reveled in the feel of her smooth pale skin, and wondered what else he could take off of her. Well, it would be the rest of her clothes, if he had his way.

“Done!” she said happily as she finished shaving his face. Taking off all that stubble did made him look younger, but she preferred her men clean-shaven anyway.

“My turn,” his grin turned predatory. His eyes fell on the ribbons keeping the front of her teddy closed. Like a kid opening his birthday present he all but tore the silk and lace open with his powerful hands.

“Nice,” he murmured as he stared spellbound at her breasts.

“Definitely nice,” she gave a throaty laugh at his reaction. He looked like he never saw her mounds before.

“Smooth as a baby’s bottom,” she purred as she rubbed his now smooth cheeks.

“Indeed,” Draco grinned as he leaned forward and nuzzled her breasts with his face.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Hermione asked breathily as she threaded her fingers through his silvery hair.

“It was a fair trade, I guess,” Draco managed to reply as he nibbled and licked at a coral pink nipple. “But guess what, Hermione.”

“Wha?” she asked/gasped as he did something devious with his tongue.

“Christmas is coming early this year!” he said as he stood up in one fluid motion. Carrying her bridal style, he all but flew to their bedroom so that he could give Hermione her present.

And as he tossed her onto their bed and then tackled her into the mattress, he couldn’t help but grin wildly. He’d never said he wouldn’t grow another beard, and he couldn’t wait to see what she’d trade for it next.


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