Just Snuggles This Time
Hermione woke up to a warm lump that was pining down her right leg. “Draco.” She mumbled. “You’re on my leg.”
His response to this was to mumble something incoherently and pull her flush against his body. Draco began to rub his hand into her hair, pulling out the tangles from it as he gave her small kisses to the side of her face.
“You’re in a good mood this morning.” Hermione said teasingly.
“I have a delectable witch in the same bed as me this morning.” Draco rolled over and stared down at Hermione, his gray eyes piercing into hers. “Good morning.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows. “Draco.”
Draco lowered himself onto her and began to pepper kisses along her neck. “Hermione.” He mumbled. “Hermione, Hermione, Hermione.” His hands tugged on her hips as he grounded down against her.
“Hmm.” Hermione sighed happily as she brushed her hands against his waist and tugged his shirt up and over his shoulders. “Take this off.”
Draco paused his kissing to pull his shirt off his head, his muscles now on display against the small slivers of morning sun that escaped through the curtains. She must of have made a sound as Draco looked down at her with a smug look on his face. “Like what you see?”
She huffed and pulled him down onto her again.
“Oh no, oh no.” He pulled back. “Off.” He yanked her—his—quidditch shirt over her head, and Hermione shivered against the cold air that her chest was now exposed to. Draco’s eyes seemed to glaze over as he looked down at her. “Good Merlin, witch.”
His hands palmed her breasts as his fingers moved to tug on her nipples and Hermione arched upwards. “Draco.” She gasped.
“Hmm.” He hummed as he lowered his mouth to latch onto a pebbled nipple, sucking as his other hand began its descent to the waistband of her pants.
Hermione began writhing as Draco’s hand brushed over between her thighs, gradually applying more pressure as he began to circle her clit. “Draco.” She gasped again in a more demanding tone; the man was teasing.
He switched nipples and began to suck on the other as his hand dipped underneath her waistband, playing with the lace on her underwear. “I’d like to see what these look like.” Unlatching himself, he rose and tugged her pyjama bottoms off, leaving Hermione in nothing but her baby-pink cotton underwear with lace lining the hems. Draco broke out into a wicked grin. “I do like these.”
Sliding his arms underneath her thighs, Draco pulled her center to meet his mouth, tonguing her and nipping at her as Hermione’s hands pulled on his hair as she panted for air.
He slowly pulled off her panties, relishing her in the blush that overtook her face as he threw the pair to the other side of her bed. “And aren’t you a sight for sore eyes—oh no you don’t.” He grabbed her legs as she attempted to close them, the blush in her cheeks deepening. “Look at you.” His finger dipped into her glistening slit, and his fingers gave her clit attention first.
Hermione wasn’t sure what she began to moan once Draco had begun to tease her entrance, her knees now giving way for him. Draco lowered himself and looked up at her with his grey eyes gleaming, his tongue flicking and circling her clit as his fingers curled and pumped inside of her, and Hermione felt herself beginning to undulate against his face.
She felt a pressure begin to coil between her legs and her eyes rolled back as Draco slipped in another finger, continuously brushing up against a spot inside of her. “Draco, I’m going to-to—”
“Not yet darling.” Draco removed his mouth from her cunt and slowed the pumping of his fingers, and Hermione nearly screamed in frustration.
She tugged on his hair, urging him continue the punishing pace of his fingers, but Draco lazily swirled his fingers around her clit, occasionally pushing back into her. “Please.” She gasped, begging. “Please, more.”
“More what?” He groaned against her slit, the vibrations making Hermione moan out in want.
“Please—please lick me. Finger me.”
Draco grinned. “Lick you here?” He rose and nipped at her stomach.
“Draco!” She shrieked.
“Lick you where, darling?”
“My cunt—lick my cunt, Draco, please.” She moaned, throwing her head back.
“Anything you like, love.” Draco resumed lapping her up, his fingers pushing into her once more.
She felt the coil once more, curling around her thighs and heating her core. “I—I’m—Draco—"
“Cum, darling.”
Hermione arched her back and moaned as she climaxed, her hands grasping at the bedsheets around her and Draco endlessly lapped up her juices as his fingers continued to slide in and out of her. He slowed as Hermione’s breathing settled, her eyes finding Draco’s as he grinned from in between her legs. “Desert for breakfast?”
She huffed a laugh out as Draco pulled himself up to her to kiss her. Hermione made a face. “Your entire face is wet.”
He grinned as he shrugged out of his pyjamas and boxers. “I wonder who did that.”
Hermione felt her breath catch as she looked down past Draco’s v-line, and felt his eyes watching her. “That—that won’t fit.”
Draco laughed and kissed her forehead. “It will—we’ll go slow.”
Hermione curiously rose herself onto her elbows and crawled her way over to Draco. “You don’t have to—” He began.
“Hush.” She wrapped her hands around his member, slowly squeezing as Draco looked down at her with his lips parted.
Hermione extended her tongue to lick up the juices that had wet the tip of him, then opened her mouth to engulf him. Draco took a sharp intake of air as Hermione began to pump him as she took him deeper into her mouth and his hands found themselves once more in her hair, tugging her closer towards him, moving her up and down his member. “Hermione.” He gasped.
She swirled her tongue around his head and sucked him, her hands still pumping him at the base of his member. She pulled off him with a pop. “Yes?” She answered sweetly, her eyes glimmering as she looked up at him.
“You’re a witch, Miss Granger.” He growled as he picked her up from underneath her arms and plopped her down onto the pillows.
“I found that out at Hogwarts.” She giggled. Hermione summoned her wand from her dresser and tapped it against her lower stomach—a soft pink light emitted as her contraceptive spell set into place.
Draco played with her clit slowly once more as he lined himself with her entrance. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” She nodded as Draco began to push himself into her, and she began to tug on her nipples, moaning as he went deeper. Once he was fully seated within her, he leaned over to kiss her, his fingers still brushing against her clit. “Ready?”
Draco began to move himself slowly, pushing himself in and out at an almost teasing pace. Hermione’s body felt as if it had lost all functionality as she gripped Draco’s shoulders as he began to set a punishing pace against her. As she moaned incoherently again, Draco pulled himself out of her and picked her up, turned her around and pulled her up onto her knees. Pushing himself into her once more, Draco’s hands gripped her waist as he pounded into her and Hermione felt herself get closer and closer to the edge of climaxing again.
“Draco.” She moaned.
“Hermione.” He grunted, breathless as he leaned forwards into her, pushing himself deeper. “I can’t last much longer.” He breathed as he thrusted himself into her.
“I’m so close, I’m—” His fingers found her clit once more, his free hand moving up to her throat.
She gave a mangled moan as she came on him, her cunt squeezing his member as Draco finished inside of her. “Oh—” She breathed as she flattened herself against the mattress of the bed.
Draco carefully pulled himself out of her, and rolled over beside her. Hermione watched his chest rise and fall rapidly as he casted a scorgify, cleaning them both up, then pulled her to rest on his arm.
She rolled over to straddle his thigh, and snuggled into his arm.
His hand came to rest on her forehead. “You’re going to be the end of me.”
Hermione’s brain still hadn’t rewired itself back to what it had been before she had shagged Draco Malfoy, so she simply sighed happily on his arm.
“Hermione.” Draco’s voice brought her back from nearly falling asleep.
“Hmm?”
“Breakfast and a shower? Potter will get here soon.”
“Why is Harry coming today?” She mumbled, pulling herself closer into him.
His hand snaked to her bottom and gave her a pinch. Hermione yelped awake and glared at him. “He might’ve slipped that the first training will be me and Berrycloth.”
She snorted. “Good luck. Which warehouse are you two sneaking through?”
“A few miles off from that barn incident.”
She patted his chest. “Come back to me soon.”
“Let me give you something while I’m gone?” He slipped out of bed and pulled on his discarded pyjama bottoms. “It’s…” He fumbled around in his pockets. “Here.”
Hermione squinted, panic rising in her chest. “Draco—”
“It’s not an engagement ring.” He sat on the edge of the bed facing her. “It’s just a family signet ring. If we—if this ever ends, you can give it back to me.” The exact ring he was giving her glimmered identical on his pinky finger. “I want everyone—the blood purists, my family, fucking Potter for all I care, to know that I’m serious. I want you in my life, Granger. This ring will at least give you a little bit of protection.”
“Protection?” She breathed.
“If you, need help—serious, life-threatening help, my ring will burn.”
“Draco, this is your family—The Malfoy signet ring—for someone you’re promised to.”
“I’d like to promise myself to you, then, and you to I. I am the head of my household; I want you to wear this.” His grey eyes drilled into her brown ones.
Her eyes wide, Hermione extended her hand that Draco softly took. He cocked his head at her and smiled slightly as he slid the gold ring onto her pinky. Hermione felt a small shiver go through her body as she felt the ancient magic swirl around her, almost feeling and getting used to Hermione’s magic.
Draco stood and walked around the bed to give her a forehead kiss. “This isn’t permanent if you don’t want it to be.” He cradled her hand. “I plan on waiting a few more years before I propose to you, Hermione.”
“After I become Minister?”
He grinned. “After.”
“You’re a gold digger, Malfoy.” She smiled up at him.
Draco barked out a laugh, the sound echoing through her room. “I’m going to get ready now witch. If you need anything Theo will be around.”
Hermione nodded and watched as Draco sauntered out of the room. She leaned back into the comfort of her pillows and wondered how unbelievable it was how much her life had changed since she had come to Beccles with Draco on a Ministry-issued mission. She smiled as she twisted Draco’s ring around her finger.