Everything the Light Touches

Hermione had never slept as well as she did with Draco there, so she couldn’t be blamed for immediately dragging him into her bedroom as soon as they got back, could she? Well, she had to admit that sleeping had come much later but, the house was empty, and she had missed the feel of his hands on her skin. He was so new to all of it that she didn’t want to attempt any other rooms, just in case they weren’t alone for long. She wanted to take things slow, she really did but they lived together, and they’d spent two days away from one another.. And so, she lay there, with the bedsheets and Draco’s slender leg between her thighs as she traced shapes on his chest. His hand played the same game in the dip of her waist as he breathed slow and steady into her hair. She hadn’t wanted to believe that things would be this way, so different, so fast, and so right. But she had been told, promised even.

“Can I tell you something?” She whispered into his neck.

“You can tell me anything. I want to hear everything.” He said as he kissed her forehead.

“I was told this would happen…” She looked up at him to catch his reaction but all she saw was confusion.

“What do you mean?” His hand moved from her waist and into her hair as she shifted to prop up on her elbow.

“Well, not exactly this but.. I was having what us muggles like to call ‘a proper British holiday’ in Skegness, and some random muggle woman took me by the arm. She begged me to stop and speak to her, she said she never usually stopped people like that, but she just simply had to tell me something.” His hand cupped the side of her face as he watched her intently. “She said, and I’m paraphrasing here, ‘You should help that man you’re thinking about, it’ll change your life, don’t worry too much about it, things always work out in the end.’ Then she just.. Walked away. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since I heard you speaking to me the other morning.”

His eyebrows knitted together as he chewed his lip.

“What’s a ‘proper British holiday’? Is that what we’ve just had?” He looked adorably puzzled over it, and she had to hold back on the fact that he was focusing on the wrong thing.

“No, Gods no. It’s just a really busy touristy place, lots of noise, people, gambling, rides and seaside food.”

“What’s seaside food?” He propped himself up too. Grinning at her exasperated expression. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’ll get to that but indulge me first..”

“I’ve only just stopped indulging you..” She rolled her eyes playfully as she leaned in to kiss him.

“Yeah you have..” He chuckled into her mouth.

“Seaside food is fish and chips, ice cream, donuts, waffles, candyfloss, a stick of rock, sometimes a dick on a stick if you’re into that.” She giggled.

“A –“ He covered his mouth with his hand, hiding a comically shocked expression. “There’s – There’s a place, here, in old Blighty that sells dicks on sticks?” She fell about laughing at the way he’d said it, he didn’t seem to understand the humour in it.

“It’s candy.” She laughed further as his expression changed to one of understanding, kind of.

“Can we go there?” He looked at her like a child on Christmas day, how could she refuse. “For the rest of it, I mean. I don’t want a dick on a stick.”

“Of course.”

Draco adjusted himself on the bed so that he faced her completely, and he pulled her into him, keeping one leg between her thighs as they began breathing the same air again. He touched his nose to hers, a tiny act of intimacy that he’d adopted with her that made her feel warm.

“So, how would this muggle woman know to say that to you?” His voice low now.

“Sometimes muggles can be something akin to a seer. Not as strong, but sometimes they have the same sensitivities.” Hermione laid her head on his arm as his hand found her waist again.

“Muggles have seers.” He nodded his head with surprise. “Okay, so when was this?”

“The day I applied to become your sponsor.” She suddenly realised that’s what she was. “Which reminds me, we need to keep as quiet as possible about this. The Wizengamot wouldn’t take kindly to it.”

“I won’t tell a soul if you don’t..” He whispered into the crook of her neck between feather light kisses as she giggled softly.

Theo had introduced Draco to The Stereophonics whilst they were on holiday and Draco had to admit, he had become utterly enthralled by them. It turned out Hermione already owned two of their albums, he’d taken to playing them in the kitchen whilst she slept in the morning. Often he’d be in there having his coffee at the break of dawn with Edgar practically begging for an early breakfast, and of course, he’d always cave in eventually and indulge the cat in some sneaky treats. After swearing him to secrecy, under the threat of a permanent ban if Edgar decided to tell anyone. Edgar still wouldn’t sit with him, but they had a mutual respect in the mornings to enjoy one another’s company.

Draco would often dance a little whilst making and eating his breakfast and today was no different, he’d decided that a Friday morning was the perfect day to cook a full English for everyone in the house. He’d place a stasis charm on it for the others and enjoy his on the garden once it was done. That’s what he was doing when Hermione caught sight of him through the open door. He stood in front of the oven, with his dragon pyjama bottoms on, swaying his hips in time with the music and singing softly along. She didn’t think he was half bad, definitely much better than her. He’d already fed Edgar the treats that she knew he’d been giving him every morning, hence why she kept them topped up. She decided to start singing softly herself and do a silly jig with her shoulders and hips as she came into the room.

He didn’t seem alarmed, he just turned slightly to see her and grinned widely at her dancing before extending his hand to her. She took it and he kept it extended, waving it slightly to the music as they move their hips to the beat. The song was almost over, and they both began to sing “have a nice day” over and over as Draco spun Hermione under his arm and pushed her back out again. He took her other hand and did another spin she had no idea he could do, she certainly couldn’t do it without his direction, before he pulled her in and sang into her face. She did the same, giggling slightly at the way it made her feel.

“If I could bottle how I feel in this moment, I’d make millions.” Draco said as he touched his nose to hers before kissing her. “And yet, it’s priceless.”

“Can’t put a price on perfection can you..” She winked at him as she looked over at the food he’d abandoned on the hob. It still looked fine.

“You can’t, and speaking of price, I want to buy you a new car.” He said, so casually as if discussing groceries.

“Erm, no.” She huffed a laugh.

“That’s a shame, because it’s already outside.” He tossed her some keys and she stopped dead as she caught them.

“You shouldn’t have done that..” She looked at the keys, a VW metal logo on them. “You didn’t?” Her eyes went wide.

“I did.” He chuckled. “Well, no, Potter did. I gave him that, erm, card thing and made him fetch it.”

“You – you gave Harry your bank card? To buy me a – what the fuck is happening?” Draco thought she looked adorable when she was confused, she disagreed and needed answers. “Why did you think it would be okay to buy me a car?!” He side-eyed her.

“I could by you every car in England and still have change to buy you homes in whatever countries you wanted. One car is nothing.” He shrugged.

“It’s actually not nothing. This is a big deal; you shouldn’t have done this.” She shook her head. He shrugged again.

“Pay me back if you want, but you’re going to love it.” He smiled at her, his mood not at all affected by her hesitation. He removed the pan from the heat, took her hand and marched her outside.

She’d always wanted a Volkswagen Beetle, pink – like her front door, with the cute daisy rims and a cream leather interior. It was parked right outside of her house, where her old car used to sit. She’d been raised by frugal parents, they hadn’t needed to be, but they were, and it rubbed off on her. Her old car had been a decade old when they crashed in it. She stopped dead as she looked at it. It was perfect. It was brand new.

“How did you even know about this?!” She hissed with excitement, trying to contain herself and maintain a slither of annoyance about it.

“Pansy. Be careful what you tell that woman, she remembers everything.” He chuckled as he watched her.

He hadn’t cared about the money; he didn’t care about anything other than bringing her this kind of joy. Watching her fawn over it and giggle and kick her feet as she sat in the driver’s seat melted him. He didn’t know if she realised she was being observed but she acted so giddy and childlike it made his heart swell. Eventually she hopped out of the car and leapt into his arms.

“Don’t ever do anything like this again. But thank you so much, I love it.” She held onto him so tight he wondered if it was thanks or punishment he was receiving.

“You should teach me to drive it, I’d look great behind that wheel. And it’s automatic too, so it’ll be easier for me to learn. Potter said it’s like riding a bike, but I can’t do that either.” He laughed as she dropped back to the floor.

“You can’t ride a bike?” Hermione gasped.

“I had a broom.” He countered. She couldn’t argue with that.

“Trade off, you teach me how to ride better on a broom and I’ll teach you to ride a bike?”

“There’s only one thing I want to see you ride..” He whispered in her ear, and she groaned quietly.

Hermione threw a stasis charm over the food on the hob before pulling Draco into a gentle kiss, her fingers traced his jawline as they made their way into his hair. She could taste his morning coffee on her tongue. He held her waist in one hand and her neck in the other, his thumb pressed lightly under her chin. She hooked a finger into his trousers and pulled him toward the stairs, her finger on his sensitive skin made him shiver slightly. She made it up the first two steps, mouths still dancing to the sound of The Stereophonics playing in the kitchen, before he hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted her. She panicked a little at first, breaking the kiss momentarily before she realised that he wasn’t going to drop her. Not until he got to the bed at least.

But he didn’t drop her on the bed, he sat on it, with her above him. He said he wanted to see her ride as a joke but now he realised he meant it. And not just for the view. He realised that he had no clue what to do, he’d had sex a grand total of twice before he’d been incarcerated. Draco knew that it didn’t matter how long he lasted during every other sordid thing they’d done to each other, nobody wanted to be sucking a cock for thirty minutes – he assumed – but did people expect sex to last that long?

“I’m nervous..” He whispered into the space between them.

“We can stop if you want?” She whispered back.

“I said nervous, not stupid.” He chuckled as he began lifting her top over her head. Before she cast her wand aside she threw up a privacy charm around the room, better safe than sorry, Theo and Luna were in bed.

He held her close to him as he flipped them both over, landing her beneath him in a swift motion that gave her butterflies. The idea of disappointing her only led him to one conclusion, please her first and then give her a potentially below average ride. He shook the weight of that feeling off as he traced featherlight kisses down her body. At least he could get one thing right, he’d asked her to show him exactly what she liked, and he’d do that until he felt comfortable enough to experiment together a little.

Hermione acted far more confident than she actually was, she’d only been with two men, one of them only once. She had more experience than he did, to be sure, but she didn’t feel any less nervous. When he sat at the top of the bed, upright and leaning against the cushions he’d arranged for himself with a smug smile she knew that woman near the beach that day had been right. Because he’d unknowingly put himself in the exact position she liked best. They’d be almost face to face; she’d be fully in control of the pace and where his mouth would be. She’d feel powerful; she’d be in charge. And if there was one thing Hermione Granger thrived at, it was calling the shots.

An added bonus with the ring; she could feel when he was getting close and adjust accordingly. Oh yes, the next seven months were going to be a lot of fun.

They stepped into the kitchen together, redressed in the clothes they’d had on before to the CD still playing and Theo holding a steaming hot mug of coffee in one hand and a sausage in his other.

“Oh aye, what have you been doing?” His eyebrows jiggled in the most ridiculous way; Hermione actually barked a laugh at him.

“Relaxing.” Draco said, offhandedly.

“Oh, I bet you were.” Theo grinned. “Thanks for cooking breakfast and not making a racket, wouldn’t want us poor innocent souls to be corrupted by your torrid love affair.”

Draco told him to piss off before shoving him out of the way of the coffee and food, he felt like he’d somewhat earned it. But he knew that Hermione had so he passed her the first share. She thanked him with a kiss, that Theo made a gagging sound at, before taking her breakfast outside to the patio. Luna was sat at the table and Pansy was sat on the wall opposite, drinking a glass of water. They both looked at her with strange expressions. She knew immediately why; how could she forget.

“Ginny’s in labour?!” She gasped, they both nodded and jumped up quickly letting out little squeals of excitement as they embraced. “I need to shower! Oh, my Gods, what do you wear to meet a baby?!” She ran off inside, elbowing Draco out of the way as she did. Leaving him confused, and a little offended.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco didn’t like that both sets of eyes were on him, but his eyebrows only rose slightly when they told him that Ginny was having the baby. “As expectant mothers tend to do. A week early though, that won’t hurt the baby, will it?”

“Nah, you’ve met the Weasley’s, never birthed anything that didn’t grow up to be a troublemaker.” Pansy laughed.

He could tell she was emotional about it, so he pulled her into a one-armed embrace as she spoke. Neville stepped outside as he did, Draco extended a hand for him to shake and instead found himself in an unwitting group hug between the two of them. They were all so excited, he found himself being pulled into the feeling.

“We’re going to have a baby!” Neville beamed.

“What do you think she’ll have?” Luna chirped.

“I hope she has a puppy.” Theo said wistfully as he sat beside Luna, earning him a playful shove on the shoulder. “Shut up, you’d love a puppy!”

If there had been any moment with this ragtag bunch of misfits in which Draco really felt like he belonged, it was this one. It started when they began coming over to the house after his first visit to the pub, it grew exponentially the day he’d seen their reactions to him and Hermione finally embracing how they felt about one another, and it led to this. This moment where he saw them all for who they truly were. They weren’t a group of people that flocked together because they were in the same house group, nor because they had shared ideals or blood status. They didn’t stick together through obligation or expectation, they did it because they truly, deeply loved and cared for each other. This was a family, if Draco had ever seen one. And they were all ecstatic to meet their newest member.

Draco had come from a family that drenched him in gasoline and set him on fire, all the while trying to convince him that he was not burning. But this family, they soothed each other’s wounds and held each other together, he began to wonder what kind of man he could have been if this was all he’d ever known as love. And he realised, as he looked at each and every one of them, that they too had suffered unbelievable trauma to end up here. Maybe that was the admission price, maybe they all had to learn the hard way that love didn’t come from wealth, or pride, or even blood. Sometimes love came and patched your broken heart piece by piece until only scars remained. And the scars served as a reminder that it had once been shattered, and the fault lines created showed the paths you’d walked before. Those things stay with you, but they don’t have to be who you are.

He quietly excused himself from the group and made his way upstairs to shower, he desperately needed it before they got the news that Ginny and the baby were ready for visitors.