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Suggested listening: The Devlins - Waiting
Prompt image: Couple wrapped around each other, naked on a floor.
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Draco and Hermione lay on the hardwood floor in their first apartment together, a slight sheen of sweat on their chests. It isn't much, but it's theirs.
Hermione uses what little she had of her savings, her war veteran stipend, and selling her parents' house in Hampstead to purchase a warm little flat above a quaint little bakery in Brighton. Away from Wizarding London.
The Ministry confiscates most of the Malfoy's vaults. What is left, he gives back to his parents, if it means he could live a life of his choosing. Except for this. He's owed this. Draco insists on contributing.
They keep trying to put up the new drapes but somehow always end up here.
He traces the constellations of her freckles, as he flicks away the slick strand of hair stuck to the side of her cheek.
Her foot soothes the back of his calf, moving up and down.
Draco can’t take his eyes off of her, as his hand trails down to her small breast and thumbs the scar on her abdomen. He pauses, frowning.
Hermione shirks away from his touch. He grips her ribs tightly.
He slides his body half on top of her, their skin still cooling from their strenuous activities not 10 minutes before. And he drops soft, teardrop kisses along her scar. To each hateful letter etched into her arm. Along the small curve of her belly.
All the way to the wet bundle of nerves before licking her with a cool swipe of his tongue. His parts her folds, staying still to collect their combined fluids, swallowing. He mutters, “Delicious,” before licking strong, purposeful circles inside of her.
And she’s panting once more, squirming and clenching under his touch. She should be embarrassed at how quickly she gets wet between her thighs for him.
Instead, she pleads, “Again."