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Closer	By : katatonic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10356 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Hermione watched as Ron and Adelaide twirled around the dance floor together. She followed his straying gaze to Lavender, who was pregnant again. She was laughing with Ginny and they were rubbing each other’s swollen stomachs excitedly. Her eyes scanned the room, enjoying the joy and love that seemed to fill it.
“So what do you think, Professor?” a voice called from behind Hermione. She turned to smile widely at Rebecca. She had blossomed into a beautiful young witch with caramel hair and bright blue eyes. Her gold dress shimmered under the fairy lights and she looked absolutely radiant.
“I think it looks amazing, Rebecca. You and Bry did a wonderful job. I can’t thank you enough.”
“Nonsense,” Rebecca brushed her off. “Where’s Professor Malfoy?”
“Probably hiding somewhere,” Hermione said with a laugh. “He doesn’t really like big parties.”
“Not even when he’s the guest of honor?”
Hermione shook her head with a smile and wandered out onto the balcony. She stared out at the beautiful gardens and enjoyed the rich scent of jasmine that wafted through the air. Draco’s warm body came up and pressed behind her.
“Well hello, Mr. Malfoy,” she greeted.
“Hello, Mrs. Malfoy,” he said and kissed her cheek. “Can we take off yet?”
Hermione laughed at his impatience. Draco hadn’t taken any interest in planning their wedding, instead focusing all his energy on his big surprise: the honeymoon. Every time Hermione tried to get his opinion of flowers or fabrics, he simply shrugged and snogged her relentlessly until she forgot her questions. If Narcissa hadn’t planned nearly every aspect of their wedding, Hermione seriously doubted it would have happened. Together with Bryony, Rebecca and Ginny, Narcissa had every detail down pat, much to Hermione’s relief. She didn’t dare admit it to Draco, but their whole wedding was primarily for their friends and family. She didn’t have a care in the world about the ceremony- only that she got to spend the rest of her life with the man of her dreams.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Draco murmured in her ear and Hermione blushed.
“Not nearly enough.”
“Well, my wife, you look stunning. You’ve managed to look like an elegant virgin in white, but someone let it slip that you’ve got on green lingerie under that gown.”
“Ginny, no doubt,” Hermione replied with a laugh. “She and Harry have a bet to see how long it takes us to shag before the night is over.”
Throughout the three years of dating, Hermione and Draco had been caught in compromising positions a number of times. It had become a running joke amongst their friends, despite Hermione’s threats of hexes. Poor Neville had just walked in on them fucking like mad in the potion’s supply cupboard yesterday.
“I think Neville has seen almost as much of me as you have,” she said and laughed again when Draco growled.
“He’s lucky I like Luna, or he would’ve lost his eyes a long time ago.”
Hermione turned in his arms and laced her fingers through his hair.
“And Pansy?”
Pansy interrupted them a few weeks ago. They were in Draco’s kitchen, with his head buried in between Hermione’s legs as she sprawled across the counter.
‘You still had a bra on. Better than when Harry decided to pop over unannounced and saw you bent over my desk.”
“He thought I was hurt!” Hermione‘s blush darkened. “He did tell me he had a newfound respect for you after that.”
Draco rolled his eyes and toyed with the beading along Hermione’s décolletage.
“Then I feel bad for Ginny, if he thought that was something special.”
Hermione smacked his chest.
“It was pretty spectacular. I think you had a fistful of my hair when he walked in.”
Draco smirked at the memory and swept down to kiss his wife thoroughly. His wandering hands traced the corset lacing up the back of Hermione’s wedding dress and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. She was nearly bent backwards over the railing, with the amount of weight Draco was pressing onto her. His lean muscles twitched under her touch and she wished they could sneak away.
“Alright, you two,” Narcissa’s clear voice rang out onto the balcony. “Time for your last dance.”
Draco sighed and led Hermione back into the ballroom. As they waltzed around the floor, he murmured naughty promises into her ear. By the time the song ended, she was panting slightly and her knickers were already soaking. After their night on the Astronomy Tower, Draco loved to use her weakness for his dirty mouth against her in delicious ways. Last year, he had charmed a parchment to send notes to Hermione throughout the day, so that she could be mid-teaching and read his depraved, but highly appreciated thoughts.
Harry amplified his voice and announced that Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy would be leaving in five minutes. Ginny and Luna rushed up to give Hermione one last hug, while Neville shuffled his feet and finally shook Draco’s hand, but refused to make eye contact. Draco supposed catching an eyeful of his arse and Hermione’s breasts was enough to mortify to shy man.
“You lost me five galleons, Malfoy,” Harry said, breaking Draco’s train of thought. “Now Ginny’s going to gloat all night. How did you keep it in your pants?”
“The dress,” Draco supplied with a shrug. “It’s got too many layers.”
“Damn,” Harry swore. “I should have remembered that!”
“Well, you were married when you practically twelve, Potter. That’s a long time to remember such a detail.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry grumbled and gave Hermione a quick hug she appeared at Draco’s side.
“Ready?” she asked her husband.
“You have no idea,” he murmured and they Apparated away.
When the world stopped spinning around them, Hermione look in the view before her. They were on another balcony, but this one overlooked a rolling vineyard. The sun was setting, leaving a golden glow on the fields below them. She looked directly below her into a small lagoon, with a rushing waterfall. Hermione whipped around and drank in the architecture. The building was a sandy brown, with a red roof. She could see inside the large double doors into the house. The décor was beautiful: leather, supple and warm.
“Where are we?” she turned and asked Draco, wide-eyed.
“Our very own Tuscan villa,” Draco replied with a nervous smile.
Hermione squeaked and dragged him into the room. There was a large bed in the center of the room, decorated with deep red and gold bedding. The plush carpet squished under her feet as she ran into the bathroom. The counters were granite with beautiful gold fixtures. There was a large tub on the far wall and a shower big enough for four next to it. Hermione opened the closet and gasped. It was filled to the brim with every possible style of clothing she could want.
“Ginny helped with that,” Draco said as he walked into the bathroom. “I gave her my Gringotts account number and she went wild. She said to make sure you look at the shoes.”
Hermione gasped and looked at the long row of shoes next to her. She fingered the soft leather of the pair next to her and noticed a chest of drawers tucked away.
“What’s in there?” she asked, still in shock.
“Pick something out and meet me out there,” Draco commanded and headed back to the bedroom. Hermione pulled open a drawer and tried to contain her squeal of excitement. Bras of every color and fabric lay in the drawer before her. She opened the next drawer and bit her lip when she saw the barely-there knickers. Hermione opened the third drawer and felt wetness gather between her legs when she saw the toys that she picked out while out with Pansy last week. There were handcuffs, blindfolds, and a wooden paddle that she was particularly excited about trying out. Draco cleared his throat from the bedroom and Hermione shook herself out of her reverie. She shed her wedding dress and hung it up neatly before grabbing a blindfold and running out to meet Draco.
“Fuck,” he commented when he saw her in her bridal lingerie. Instead of opting for white, she was laced up in a green and silver corset. She let her long hair down and kicked off her heels. Draco began to undress and her mouth watered when he slowly uncovered himself. His skin was glowing under the faint light and she longed to kiss every inch of his hard body. When he reached his trousers, he quirked an eyebrow and she began to peel off her stockings.
Her husband stood before her, completely nude, and she moved faster than she’d ever moved to get to him. She kissed him hard and demanding, while he quickly unraveled the lace-up on the back of her corset. It fell away and she was left in tiny green knickers. After he ripped them off, Draco backed her into a dresser and lifted her onto it. She opened her legs for him and he groaned.
“I can smell how wet you are,” he commented and lunged at her. His tongue invaded her mouth as he rubbed his cock against her wet center. Hermione moaned and writhed underneath his touch and he backed away, grabbing her thighs as he went. She squealed and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he walked them over to the bed. Hermione pulled him down and quickly reversed their position so she was straddling him. She Accioed the blindfold and winked at him before covering his eyes.
Draco began to chuckle, but quickly swallowed his laughter when Hermione worked down his body, peppering him with small kisses and bites. When she got to his cock, she pumped it in her hand a few times before engulfing the head with her mouth.
“Oh, Salazar,” Draco grunted and ran his fingers in her hair. Hermione loosened her jaw and took him deep into her mouth. She let him pop out of her mouth and took his sac in her mouth, gently massaging it with her tongue. Then, she slid her flattened tongue up his length, flicking at the tip, before swallowing him again.
“Stop,” Draco begged and pulled her back up. Hermione kissed him, tickling the roof of his mouth with her tongue. She hovered over him and sunk down onto his length.
“Fuck!” Draco cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He ripped the blindfold off and his eyes rolled back in his head when Hermione began to ride him. She set a brutal pace, grinding against him furiously. Draco was nearly paralyzed by the sight and feel of her gripping him, and his head fell back on the bed. He thrust up into her, and Hermione began to let out deep moans.
“Oh god, Draco,” she murmured, gasping in deep breaths. She placed her hands on his chest and splayed her fingers, digging into his muscles. He grabbed a hold of her hips to help her maintain her speed when she started to quiver around his cock.
“Fuck, Hermione,” he groaned. “I love seeing you like this.”
She tipped her head back and he moved a hand to rub her clit. She cried out and pulsed around him, blinding light exploding behind her eyes. He slammed up into her a few more times before coming undone, pleasure thrumming through his body.
Hermione lay on top of him, completely spent, and he raked his fingers through her riotous hair.
“So, Mrs. Malfoy,” he said with a thick, gravelly voice. “Did we stay close?”
Hermione looked up at him with confusion in her bright brown eyes.
“Parvati’s article,” he reminded her and she laughed into his chest. He was still inside of her and her body pressed against him was rekindling his desire. His cock twitched in her and she wiggled her hips.
“I’d say we’re closer than ever, Mr. Malfoy,” Hermione replied with a grin and kissed her husband.
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