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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47188 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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A/N:
So maybe updates possibly weekly lol, life is A LOT more busy than I expected but I still wanted to clarify that at no point is this story getting abandoned. I write this in between all my other life duties/responcibilies and am rather quite eager to finish it up so I can at least focus on school and resume fan fiction in December.
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So thank you for hanging in there and get ready for this conclusionary ride to the finish line:) Only a few more chapters to go!
Here is Chapter 25: Everything We've Ever Wanted
Eris:)

  It started with a kiss.
            A sweet gentle claiming of her mouth, and a reassuring swipe of his tongue against hers. Hermione moaned involuntarily when his lips touched her own and her eyes fluttered to a close.
            The taste of him was like the richest ambrosia and the feel of him... heaven. They had never started out like this before and it was wreaking havoc on her senses.
            Draco wound his fingers expertly in her hair, pressing her closer to deepen the kiss.
            It was slow and languid, an innocent gesture to calm down her frazzled nerves, and despite the fact that Hermione was positive Draco didn’t understand the real reason behind her trepidation, she was thankful for the night’s calming inception.
            His free hand smoothed its way up her side and his mouth moved earnestly against hers earning a stifled gasp at the wondrous sensation of his tongue flicking against the inside of her cheek.
            Hermione could barely think past the heat his body was radiating but wondered if this was Draco’s way of showing her just how special tonight was for him.
            Gone was the overly zealous Draco she had been accustomed to and expecting, replaced with a tender, patient lover.
            He took her hand in his and pressed it to the place that cradled his heart. Looking deep into her eyes, Draco kissed her again, softer than the first time and moved to whispered in her ear.
            “It only beats for you.”
            Kneeling before her, Draco reached forward and grasped her left ankle to pull off the high heel before turning to the other foot and repeating the action. He made sure she was steady on her feet before tossing the shoes away and rising to face her.
            He towered over her at their true heights and Hermione didn’t know what to do with herself. She looked down to her hands before quickly putting them to her sides and shifted her weight.
            She could feel the sticky heat forming in between her thighs as his hands came to her shoulders and began tracing light patterns down her arms. They slipped around her body and pulled her close, cupping her lower back.
            His fingers found the small zipper and slowly slid it open, exposing the majority of her as it went, before working their way up to her shoulders.
            Draco pushed the straps of her gown away and she felt the caress of silk against her skin as the dress fell in a pool at her feet. He stepped away from her just long enough to take the sight of her in and murmured “beautiful” in such a way that it made her tremble.
            I’ve got to be the luckiest bloke of them all. Draco thought as he looked at the woman that was now his wife. True to her own staunched fashion Granger wore simple white lace boy short styled underwear.
            But Draco found the little bit of reserved modesty endearing. She was reminiscent of the classical blushing virgin. The rosy embellishment of her blood creeping up from her shoulders, past her neck and settling in her cheeks as the most beautiful blush he had ever seen.
            Her nipples stood as rigid little peaks atop the full curve of her breasts and her flat stomach flared out into perfectly rounded hips. She had worn her hair down just as he had preferred and the dark chestnut colored strands stood in stark contrast to her ivory colored skin.
            In the candlelight she looked every bit the goddess she claimed to be and it was right then ad there that Draco knew that he would never love anyone more.
            Loosening the tie at his neck and unbuttoning his vest, Draco held her gaze as he began to undress. Granger watched in baited anticipation as he disrobed and gasped when he finally pulled down the briefs he was fond of and his rigid length bounced up to hit his navel.
            He loved the way her eyes widened at the sight of his naked body. They hadn’t been fully undressed during any of their past encounters and despite their close calls; Granger had never really gotten a good look.
            “Do you like what you see?” He asked far more cockily than he knew he should. Granger was very obviously feeling nervous about the night ahead of them and it would only make it worse if he got her riled up.
            But he almost couldn’t help himself. He was a dangerous mix of happy and aroused and Draco felt as though he could get away with anything in that moment.
            “There’s no way you’re going to fit.” She lamented quietly. Draco studied her for a moment; it was an odd thing for her to say. “Of course it will” he reassured, wondering just how inadequate Weasley had to have been.
            Not willing to risk her getting any more nervous, Draco closed the space between them and pulled her flush against himself. “Don’t think tonight Granger, just let me have you.”
            Large doe like eyes drifted up to meet his own and she nodded quickly before closing them and puckering her lips as though she were expecting a kiss. Grinning Draco accepted her invitation and without a second thought his lips descended on hers.
            This time the kiss was more like Hermione expected. The persistent stroke of Draco's tongue against her own was making her weak with desire. The hard plains of his chest were rubbing against her sensitive nipples, causing delicious sparks of pleasure to rush to her core.
            The pressure built and built to the point where Hermione was silently pleading with her amorous husband to touch her more. Thankfully Draco seemed to understand exactly what she wanted.
            Breaking their kiss and kneeling in front of her for the second time that night; he bit the place where her inner thigh met her hip and ran his hands up the inside of her legs to the last piece of material adorning her body.
            Hooking deft fingers inside the waistband, Draco drug the panties down past her hips and off from around both ankles before dropping them to the ground and rising.
            His large hands slid down to cup her bum tight and soon Draco had hoisted her up so that her legs were wrapped securely around his waist, just like the night of the ball but better.
            Not even bothering with any pretenses, Hermione rocked her hips against him, allowing the stiff head of his erection to rub against the soaked moist center of her. They moaned in unison at the contact just as their mouths locked back together.
            His grip on her rear seemed to simultaneously tighten with her legs as they constricted around his waist when the tip of his aching shaft pressed against her weeping slit.
            “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.” He ground out, pressing her hips toward him and slipping a bit deeper inside. Hermione couldn’t handle the feeling of being only partially full. She couldn’t explain why her body was begging for him to be deeper but still she needed it.
            “More” she pleaded rocking his shaft between her slippery folds. “Bed.” He answered, sucking in a breath when she squeezed her inner muscles around him. “We’ve got to do it on the bed” he affirmed, lifting her higher and off from around him.
            Hermione cried out at the loss but was silenced when his lips found hers as he laid her in the center of the bed. She reached forward to pull him down against her, but he pulled back and just stood at the edge, staring at her in a way that made her feel self-conscious.
            “What is it?” she asked tentatively, wondering if she had somehow done something wrong. But he didn’t answer her; instead his eyes ran the course of her body almost as if he was committing the image to memory.
            Seemingly satisfied with his appraisal, Draco grinned at her and crossed his arms. “I’m relishing in the fact that you’re mine tonight Granger; because you’re not be able to handle how hard I’m going to fuck you and will most certainly want to divorce me in the morning.”
            Hermione knew that she should say something to wipe that smug look off his face but she only shivered in anticipation.
            The near feral look in his eyes was stripping her of all reason and replacing her usually active mind with only the haze of poignant arousal. For all of Draco’s carefully constructed self-control, she alone had the power to strip him of it in an instant.
            It made her feel sexy, and irresistible and Hermione silently prayed that what he had just said was true because she didn’t want some dainty lovemaking that night; she wanted him to claim her.
            Feeling bolder than she had in her entire life, Hermione skimmed her fingers over her thighs and ran them up toward where she needed her husband the most.
            Draco watched her through half lidded eyes as she cupped the warm mound in her hand and slipped the middle finger inside. She gasped at the sensation and began to move.
            Rubbing her own engorged little nubbin in rhythmic circles, Hermione watched her husband, almost daring him to join her. She felt the thrill of excitement when the bed dipped under his weight but was disappointed when he knelt between her thighs without touching her.
            “Don’t stop touching yourself.” He directed in a thick voice coming even closer. Hermione blushed at the command and immediately went to pull her hand away but his hand clamped over hers like a vice.
            “Uh, uh, uh, Granger. I want you to make yourself cum for me.” He began using her own fingers to stroke pleasure her and soon Hermione just went with it, shutting her eyes in the process.
            “Good girl” Draco extolled smoothly, crawling even closer to her.
            His mouth found the nape of her neck first and then her collarbone before dipping lower. Hermione arched up toward his teasing lips and sighed lustily when he trailed little bites from one mound to the other and fastened his lips over the waiting tender peak.
            The combination of her fingers at her quim and his mouth at her breast pushed her over the edge far more quickly than ever before. It was the most erotic thing in the world to touch herself while Draco pleasured her.
            Just as soon as the shockwaves began, Draco grabbed her hips and pulled her down beneath his lithe frame. Hoisting her legs up and around his waist, Hermione felt the heavy prod of his straining sex at her core all in an instant.
            He was panting and clearly frenzied with his need to be inside her and Hermione couldn’t imagine anything she wanted more. He was like the sweetest indulgence and the greatest gift all wrapped into one.
            Draco thrust deep with a shout, using her hips to pull her even closer but froze as Hermione involuntarily sucked in a harsh breath at the sudden pain.
            In all honesty the initial shock had been pretty painful but all she could focus on was the shocking pleasurable pained feeling of being stretched right as the last quakes of her orgasm rolled over her.
            “You…you're...but…Weasley...” Draco broke of and looked down to wear they were joined. Pulling out of her carefully, Hermione could only imagine that it was the sight of blood that made him flinch.
            Draco paled right before her eyes and she was certain she had never heard him sputter before but before she could even open her mouth to explain, he rounded on her.
            “How could you not tell me something like this? What were you waiting for! This could have... I would have... You should have…You’re supposed to tell a man that you’re a virgin Granger!”
            He went on like this for a short while but Hermione saw red. She knew that she should have told him before it had gotten this far but things had been going well and all her nerves had melted away.
            It even hadn’t hurt for as long as she thought it would. So why was he making such a big deal out of it when it was HER virginity they were discussing! How dare he berate her on their wedding night for not telling him, the Slytherin Sex God, that she was a virgin?
            How dare he make her feel more awkward and mortified in this moment, when they had finally gotten it right? They had just gotten married dammit!
            “You sanctimonious asshole!” She yelled up to him, not really concerned with the fact that they were lying naked on his bed.
            “How dare you yell at me right now for not having the gumption to tell you that I was a virgin? I've been worried sick about this moment for days and figured that it would be ok! Despite what you may think dear husband, I was in fact waiting until I was married. All those other encounters between us were all firsts!”
            Hermione glared at him. “This is all your fault! You wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t so big Malfoy! We could have just moved on and enjoyed our wonderful wedding night instead of arguing!”
            His sir name seemed to snap Draco out of his astonished stupor because suddenly there was a manic smirk that formed across his features.
            Draco let down her legs and moved her body into a more comfortable position. He almost still couldn’t believe it but the proof was there, staining his sheets and decorating his cock.
            He had never had a virgin before, so this would be another night of firsts for them. But it was something Draco was realizing he didn’t mind in the slightest.
            Sometime during Granger’s long rant, Draco had found himself liking the idea that she had never been with anyone else more and more.
            Beautiful, gorgeous, passionate Hermione Granger had waited and he was the only one that got to have her in the most intimate way of all. No wonder why Weasley had been so bloody persistent.
            His wife was damn well near a novelty!
            Draco grinned down to her angry face and found himself more excited about the prospect than he had been to begin with.
            There was an undeniable chemistry between them that drew them together time and time again and somehow when he least expected it she had managed to become even sexier to him.
            Granger had been made for him in every sense of the sentiment. Draco took a calming breath and waited until the intense desire to be inside of her fully abated before speaking.
            “I apologize for upsetting you; I was caught off guard by it all.” He took her hand and kissed the palm gently. “But just relax for me Granger. It doesn’t change things in the slightest I’m still going to make this the best experience of your life.”
            If not anything else, Draco Malfoy was true to his word because within five minutes of his boast Hermione was a mess of burgeoning sensation. He had kissed and caressed her body until she was ready for him before pressing himself into her slowly.
            It was the most curious feeling in the world being so deliciously full of him and despite the ebbing pain, by the time he began to move, Hermione only felt pleasure.
            Draco pulled out a bit, and then slid forward again until he was fully sheathed. He held perfectly still; resting his weight on his elbows and making sure she was comfortable.
            He kept a steady pace of a slow extraction followed by a powerful thrust before he rocked himself against her inner walls, moving so precisely that Hermione could feel every inch and contour of the pulsating flesh within her.
            It was like a dance between their joined bodies, a dance in which Draco was leading hers expertly, angling his hips in such a way that he hit every single pleasurable spot deep within, while allowing her to get used to the entire girth of his arousal
            Hermione was losing herself in the rhythm, going to a place that defied reality. All her logic was getting warped under the sweet persuasion that was her husband’s cock delving deeper and deeper, giving her with the most amazing pleasure of her entire life.
            It was like an epiphany; suddenly she understood what all the fuss was about. The feeling of her husband taking her over and over again invigorated her. It was an aching hunger in the pit of her core and she wanted more of what he was doing to her.
            She NEEDED more.
            Draco was unknowingly imprinting himself on her psyche with every single foray into her warmth and Hermione was certain that there would never be another man that could take his place in her heart.
            Draco made love to her slowly, sensually, savoring the feel of their bodies being joined together. She was tighter than he would have ever imagined and the euphoric suck and pull of his cock leaving and entering her was the best thing he had ever known.
            So fucking deep, was all Draco could think as he pulled out and pressed back in just as slowly as he pleased; bottoming out and repeating the cycle all over again. Granger had her fist in her mouth and her free hand was clutching the sheets.
            But he could hear her moans and Draco continued at his deliberate pace unrelentingly, his intent double fold. Truth was he wanted her first real orgasm to drive her absolutely raving and he needed to keep things slow because he was dangerously close to coming himself.
            Granger was honey and vanilla everywhere, the sweet sultry musk making him near delirious with the need to increase his pace but still he worshipped her with his overly eager length.
            Making love to her was like being at the symphony. Draco was caught up listening and watching one of the most beautiful masterpieces on earth. Her hips arched up to him of their own accord and the gentle bounce of her breast made his balls tighten with the need to cum.
            Draco held onto the last shreds of control as he slid in and couldn’t help but praise Merlin that this was her first time.
            Truth was his wife was phenomenal and the best part was that she was all his.
            Hermione couldn’t take it. She was nearing the edge of a rather elusive climax and instead of helping her get there; Draco was the main culprit keeping it at bay. His repetitive thrusts were torture and she was moments away from begging.
            She wound her arms around his neck and tried to pull him closer to her but he relented with that incredibly sexy smirk of his and punished her for her impatience by pulling out almost completely.
            “Please”, she begged her words coming out as whimpers. She tried again to pull him down to her but he stayed inches above, denying her the full body contact she craved.
            Hermione locked her legs around his back and tried to push him deeper inside but he only tsked at her before kissing her.
            “You’re not nearly needy enough yet Granger. I want you stark raving mad before I let you cum. I want you to feel it in every part of your body and know that I’m the only one that can make you feel that way.”
            “Please” she repeated pressing herself shamelessly against him, begging for him to finish what he had started. She was already mad with lust despite what he thought and near angry at him for teasing her.
            But still he rejected her advances. “Tell me I’m the only one that can make you feel this way Granger. Tell me that you’re mine.”
            He punctuated the last request with quick powerful thrusts and her body roared to life, needing more of that kind of contact.
            It was then that something within her broke and she threw all caution to the wind. Clearly he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted as easily as she hoped and needed a push. Stroking his shoulders and chest with her hands, Hermione met his dark grey gaze and opened her mouth to answer him.
            “Fuck me Draco.”
            Time seemed to stop and his heart beat frantically in his chest. Surely his endearing little innocent bride hadn’t just said what he thought she had... But then she repeated herself again.
            “Fuck me Draco and show me exactly how you became a sex god.”
            He felt faint as pure unadulterated lust pumped through his veins. She was speaking in terms that his body immediately responded to and his fingers were twitching in anticipation of following through.
            She repeated her request for a third time, adding another arousing quip at the end and Draco felt all the control he had done his best to retain slip away.
            How quickly she had turned the tables on him. Granger kept egging him on with obscene little comments that he knew she must’ve of read somewhere. But despite how clearly he understood that she was doing it to get a reaction out of him, Draco was already too far gone.
            It was the sexiest dirty talk that he had ever heard in his life and there wasn’t anything that could keep him from doing as she ordered. Merlin if she wanted him to fuck her then he would willingly and eagerly comply.
            Rising, Draco didn’t wait for her to register that he had in fact agreed to her demands before he picked her up bodily and tossed her on her stomach.
            Forcing her onto her knees, Draco grabbed her hands and instructed her to hold onto the wood of the head board. He spread her legs as far as they would go and pushed her down until the twin pale globes of her ass cheeks were the most prominent thing in his line of sight.
            She was nearly dripping wet and the smooth hairless skin of her quim was fully exposed for his perusal.
            Moving into position and rubbing the tip of erection against her moist slit, Draco kissed her shoulder and wrapped an arm firmly around her waist. “Just remember Granger, you asked for this.”
            She whispered something in reply but Draco had a single goal in mind. Slamming the hot swollen flesh of his arousal up to the hilt, he bit his lip in order to keep from cumming as the pleasure radiated out to every cell in his body.
            The lusty scream that was wrenched from her throat at his first thrust nearly did him in. Granger knees buckled under the force of his next plunge and he was rewarded with her answering hiss of “yessss” as she instinctively pushed herself back against him.
            Wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her still as he pumped into her, Draco leaned over her and used his free hand to cup the beckoning mound on her chest.
            The full soft weight fit perfectly within his grasp and she cried out when his fingers began to pluck at her taut nipple.
            Merlin how I loved the sound of her.
            Draco rolled his hip relentlessly, driving his aching member as deep and as hard as it would go. He drove into her over and over again to the point where she became incoherent, screaming out and begging for the kind of pleasure only his dick could provide.
            He held her hips so tight, that he knew there would be bruises but wasn’t deterred. Leaning forward and biting her shoulder Draco kept up at her breasts, pulling and teasing the hard little point until he was certain she couldn’t hand it.
            Granger came almost violently around his cock, her quim seemingly intent of swallowing him up whole. He pulled out so as to avoid his own orgasm and took deep breaths as he watched his wife’s quiver in ecstasy.
            She cried out his name a final time as she calmed down and her hands fell from the headboard. She shifted so that she was lying face down in the pillows and asked him for more, even as her body struggled to handle its most recent release. .
            It was pathetic he knew, but Draco was falling deeper in love with her seeing her like that. It was their wedding night and most woman would have liked it soft and gentle, especially for their first time.
            But not his lovely wife, she was near blazing with the desire for him to take her as hard as he could, digging her fingers into the sheets, urging him on with her soft pleading for him to continue.
            It humbled him.
            Sex had never been this raw and passionate for him. She was teaching him something new by being so incredibly honest with her desires and oddly enough it made him want to slow down and take his time.
            Reaching forward, Draco turned her on her back and immediately covered her small frame with his. He was inside her before she could even think about the change in position and kissing her before she could even open her mouth to protest.
            Draco tongue fucked her mouth as he thrust up into her and curled an arm around her shoulders in order to bring them even closer together. “Still so tight” he groaned against her neck and held her even closer.
            I’ll never get enough of you.
            It was as though he was everywhere at once.
            Hermione could feel Draco moving against her, taste him as he kissed her, touch him as she clutched his shoulders, and hear his shallow groans as he buried himself inside her over and over again.
            She was overwhelmed by his ministration, trying her best to stay grounded as he took her to new heights.
            But Draco was hitting places that she hadn’t known existed and his frenzied plunges was lighting her up inside.
            She just didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Hermione looked up and felt her body spasm deliciously in reaction to the predatory look of concentration on his face.
            He was watching her reactions as though he might die if he missed a single one and it was quite possibly the sexiest look she had ever seen on a man. “Come for me Hermione” he growled, sending another shockwave through her system.
            She was already teetering dangerously on the edge of another powerful oblivion and the steadily quickening of his deep thrusts were pushing her even closer.
            “Come for me” he repeated leaning down to take her mouth again and as if on command her body seized up for a solid second before the quaking began deep inside.
            She tore her mouth away from his and couldn’t help but let out an ear piercing scream at the frighteningly amazing tremors rocking through her core. It was somehow even better than the first time.
            Grasping the back of his neck with both her hands, Hermione thrust herself down toward him as she fell apart, needing him to hit as deep as he could.
            “Merlin you’re beautiful” he whispered, his eyes flicking across her face. But she couldn’t fully appreciate his endearment. She was squeezing and pulling against Draco’s rigid sex as the great shuddering, clenching spasms rolled through her wave after wave.
            Draco released a guttural cry at the sensation before pressing a hand hard into her hip to pin her into the mattress as he came. With final powerful thrusts he rode out his own orgasm, eyes shut tight in his bliss.
            When the last tremors of their release fled them, Draco collapsed on top of her and sealed her mouth with another searing kiss.
            When he pulled back, she would have imagined that he told her something beautiful about how much he loved her and the wonderful life they would spend together. But Hermione would never know for sure because by then she had already fallen into a deep relaxed sleep.
            Deep underground in an old tomb of a London graveyard, two figures were standing on either side of a large broken stone table, huddled together and talking in hushed tones.
            “It’s much better than you think.” The taller of the two declared with a manic smile. He brought his wand to his forehead and extracted a silver willowy strand of memory. His companion watched eagerly as it was dropped into the chipped pensieve in the center of the space in front of them.
            Lowering his hood, the man wearing a thick black cloak leaned forward to view it. When he raised his head moments later the two men looked at each other and shared a laugh.
            “This is exactly what we’ve been waiting for.” The viewer exclaimed, just barely able to maintain his excitement. His partner nodded and hid away his wand in the sleeve of his robes.
            “Inform the network of this new development. I want to know absolutely everything about number 12 Grimmauld Place.”
            Hermione woke to the most amazing sensation she had ever felt first thing in the morning. Her entire body seemed to delight in it and she felt the heat fire low in her body, getting stoked over and over again.
            It was so good she arched her hips closer to the source and moaned when she was rewarded with the most perfect pleasure.
            Opening her eyes slowly, Hermione was surprised to find her husband buried between her legs.
            Draco had her hips securely cupped in is hands and his tongue was swirling against her clit creating just the right amount friction as she felt the very core of her spasm. He ran his tongue fully up the length of her before suckling at her with a sensual determination.
            “Draco?” She moaned out reaching a hand to possibly get him to move, or pull him closer. Either way she wasn't sure, all she knew was that it felt amazing.
            He continued to work her over with his tongue for a long moment and when he finally looked up from between her legs, he grinned, “not a single word Granger.”
            His teeth grazed against her fleshy nubbin before his lips settled over her quim, creating a gently suction as he ate her. Somewhere along the line, he slipped a finger into her wet channel and she bucked beneath him in response.
            He seemed capable of anticipating her every desire, quirking his fingers to and fro, applying just the right amount of pressure where she needed it.
            It was exquisite.
            Sure Draco had done this to her before, but for some reason she was much more sensitive to his touch. Just the feel of the swipe of his tongue against her clit had her quivering and there was something stirring deep inside that was threatening to consume her.
            She reached out for him again, her fingers grasping at air before falling back down to the mattress as he kneaded her clit and mapped the inside of her with one long digit.
            The sensation was unreal and when at all became too much, Hermione pushed his head away. “I can’t” she breathed out, biting her lip to keep from moaning as he sucked on her inner thigh instead.
            She was grateful that he complied but immediately understood his true intent when suddenly he was shifting into position and plunging inside of her with one deep stroke.
            Her body bowed at the penetration and soon Draco was driving into her with the frenzy of a mad man, deep unrelenting thrusts that were triggering every single spot that made her nerves sing.
            It scared her just how good it felt, to the point where she was both telling him it was too much but clamping her thighs on either side to keep him from stopping.
            Hermione couldn’t help but vocalize her satisfaction at the delicious feeling of his hot length stretching her and leaned up for a kiss.
            He affixed his lips over her own almost instantly and she could taste herself on his tongue. A unique kind of tang that she knew she would be getting accustomed to in the future.
            She lifted her legs high on his hips to accept more of him, and Draco reared back going deeper than before with his next thrust.
            Hermione didn’t last much longer after that. She cried out in shameless abandon as white hot pleasure engulfed her. But the best part of it all was seeing the look on the Slytherin Prince’s face when he came. It was spectacular.
            Pure, beautiful, ecstasy
            With one final thrust Draco shouted out her name, and poured himself deep within her.
            In the aftermath, their lungs couldn’t seem to keep up with the demand for more oxygen and their hearts were racing almost painfully in their chests. Draco rolled over onto his side and let out a breathless chuckle. “You’re the best thing to wake up to in the morning Granger.”
            Hermione closed her eyes and concentrated on steadying her breathing. “Isn’t that my line? I woke up feeling amazing.”
            Draco turned on his side to face her “no it’s definitely mine; it’s a fucking blessing to have you as my wife.” Hermione couldn’t help but smile at his rough compliment “and why is that?”
            Draco moved closer to her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Because you’re what dreams are made of.”
            After they fully recovered, Draco was the first to rise from the bed. “Shall we get breakfast?” He went over to the closet and as she agreed sleepily, Draco couldn’t hold back his smile.
            The way sex tuckered Granger out was downright adorable, and he already had a list of things he’d do to wake her up. Pulling out the prepared outfit his mother had arranged for her to wear, he set it on the bed beside her before finding something for himself.
            She thanked him and climbed from the bed before using her wand to put away her wedding gown. “I sort of want to suggest taking a shower before we get dressed but we’ll never make it downstairs if we do.”
            She sounded rather wistful but when Draco turned to face her, she had the sauciest little look on her face. “Do you think you can even handle me again right now Granger? From the looks of it, you’re pretty worn out.”
            “Only for now dear husband, I’m an avid student and I plan on learning as much as there is to learn about this new subject in my life.” Draco felt his words as though they were her hands wrapping around his dick like a vice.
            He was immediately aroused by the prospect and wanted to start as soon as he could teaching her all she wanted to know about sex. Merlin she was perfect. He couldn’t stop counting his blessings where she was concerned.
            The more and more reality sunk in, the more and more excited he got. The most brilliant witch of the century was married to him. She was officially a Malfoy.
            He refocused his attention to the woman in question but was surprised to see her leaning over the bed pulling on a pair of sheer underwear. All over again he was entranced.
            There was something incredibly enticing about watching Hermione getting dressed and it only served to further arouse him.
            Draco paused, when had he stopped thinking of her as Granger? Had it been when he finally acknowledged the fact that she was a Malfoy? Had it been because of last night?
            He thought her name to himself over and over again until it was no longer foreign to him. Draco had only used it when he wanted to drive his point home, but she was more than likely going to expect him to call her by her first name now that they were wed.
            He watched as she reached for the bra and saw how her breasts drooped forward gracefully during the lean.
            “Fuck it.” He announced dismissively, breakfast would have to wait. Hermione looked up confused by his outburst but Draco had already crossed the room and ripped the article of clothing out of her hand before bending down, tossing her over a shoulder and taking her to the bathroom.
            Over an hour later they emerged from the extremely steamy bathroom, thoroughly sated and clean. Draco couldn’t fight the desire to hold her hand and they got dressed in a happy silence.
            Pulling her close as soon as they were fully clothed, Draco cupped her cheek. “We should really consider staying at Grimmauld until the threat is eliminated. I’d feel better if I could guarantee your safety. Even if we bought our own place right now, we couldn’t send it out of time.”
            Surprisingly Hermione seemed to be thinking along the same lines as him. “It’s definitely for the best, plus we’d be stronger if we were all together. If anything were to happen to Grimmauld, we’d stand a better chance as four rather than two.”
            Draco nodded thoughtfully at this and kissed her forehead. “You’re going to be a target now that you’ve married me. You’ve got to be careful, no running off trying to save the day unnecessarily.”
            He thought that she would be offended but Hermione was being far more reasonable than he could have ever expected. “Agreed, as long as you promise me the same Draco. You’re the worst kind of hero because you don’t even acknowledge your intrinsic need to save the day.”
            “Been talking to Potter I see.” He replied dismissively, but his wife looked genuinely confused. “Not at all, it’s just something rather obvious about you.” Draco shook his head and groaned. She turned me into a bleeding hero.
            Sighing he looked down into her large brown eyes and nodded. “Fine then, it’s a deal. Neither of us will put ourselves at any unnecessary risk. Shall we get breakfast now?” Hermione nodded but placed a halting hand on his chest when he went to turn away.
            “We also need to start casting contraceptive charm. It wouldn’t do for me to get pregnant during a time that could turn into a war.”
            That was something he could completely agree with. It had been less than a day and he was already completely attached to his wife. He would go barmy if she was with child.
            “We’ll just be more careful in the future love, that’s a valid point.” Hermione nodded but looked at him awkwardly and turned away. Grabbing her hand quickly he stopped her from leaving.
            “Hey, what was that look for? It’s not as though I never want to have children I was just agreeing with you that it wouldn’t be best right now.” Hermione shook her head “That’s not it, I promise. Don’t worry about…”
            “Tell me. Remember how we spent so much time misunderstanding each other? Let’s not ever repeat that Granger.”
            She flushed red and turned to face him. He could tell by the way she was holding herself that she was preparing to tell him something serious and just hoped it was something he could handle.
            “I wanted to kiss you.”
            His head cocked to the side as he studied her waiting for a further explanation. “So what was the look for? You’ve kissed me before.” She clasped her hands together “yes but it’s always been in the moment or in the after math of something between us, never…”
            Draco didn’t need to hear anymore. He kissed her long and hard and kept on kissing her until he had to break away to breath. Cupping her chin in his fingers, he kissed her again and again until he felt desire uncoiling low in his belly.
            The feel of her lips and tongue against his was addicting and soon he was ready for a third go at it that morning.
            Just when he felt himself close to losing control, he pulled back and forced her to look into his eyes. “Kiss me Granger and kiss me often. Touch and have me whenever you’d like because I’m not going to hesitate when I desire you. I can guarantee you that.”
            Hermione looked completely dazed but she didn’t hesitate for long because soon she was leaning forward pressing that sweet mouth against his again. Draco reached down and cupped her perfect little bum in his hands, hoisting her up against his body before taking her back to the bed.
            “Fuck it” was apparently going to become his mantra during his marriage to Hermione Malfoy, because he was damn near completely unable to help himself where she was concerned.
            By the time they made it downstairs for breakfast it was well into the serving time for lunch. Lucius and Narcissa were sitting at the dining room table eating what was probably their second meal of the day.
            “I’m glad to see you’re well Hermione” Lucius noted casually to the newlyweds as they walked into the dining room hand in hand.
            Hermione looked up to her husband questioningly for a moment, but smiled none the less at her new father in law. “Of course I am, what did you think would be wrong Lucius?”
            The older man leveled them with an unsettling serious stare and set down his copy of the paper. Narcissa placed a hand over his and sighed “Honestly dear, I’m surprised you can walk straight from the sounds of those screams last night”
            Hermione felt all the color drain from her face and watched in horror as the elder Malfoy pair laughed in earnest at their own joke.
            They had forgotten about a silencing spell the entire time! Despite the fact that Draco had his own wing of their manor, his bedroom was still located closer to the main rooms of the home than any other.
            “Come to think of it there was a lot of screaming this morning as well Cissa. I’m surprised she’s not bedridden from the sounds of it. Surely something awful was happening to her.”
            Hermione ducked her head; there was nothing that could make her humiliation worse. She would have never expected the prim and proper Malfoys to ever jest about something of that nature but it appeared she had a lot to learn about them.
            “That’s enough” Draco told them authoritatively, pulling out a chair for her to sit at. His parents stopped laughing immediately but before they could say another word, Draco leaned close to Hermione and kissed her cheek.
            “There is no need to worry dear parent’s, I’m taking it easy on my lovely wife for the time being.”
            The table erupted into fits of renewed laughter that brought Hermione to her feet. She turned and immediately made her way toward the foyer where the fireplace was housed.
            “Wait! I was only joking! Come back!” Hermione heard the sound of Draco’s footsteps behind her but kept walking. He caught her before she could even leave the room and scooped her up in his arms.
            “Come back to breakfast love, I promise we’ll all play nice Mrs. Malfoy. You belong with us.”
            She loved the way he called her “Mrs. Malfoy” she knew that she was already over being embarrassed but still wanted to get the most out of the moment. “Under one condition Mr. Malfoy.”
            Draco turned and started walking back toward the table holding her close to his chest “anything.”
            “Call me Hermione, or think of a nickname but no more Granger. We’re married now, we should use each other’s first names” His face lit up with a grin and she saw the flash of something in his eyes.
            “Of course Hermione,” he agreed, emphasizing his use of her name before setting her on her feet and helping her into her chair for the second time that morning.
            She had just leaned forward to place some food on her plate when Draco leaned back into his chair with a devious smirk on his face.
            “After all, you’ve finally earned it after last night and this morning.” He winked at her before reaching for food and the three blonde Malfoys burst into laughter once again leaving Hermione to duck her head, mortified.
            They returned to Grimmauld late in the evening and had dinner with Harry and Luna. After discussing their living arrangements, Hermione was relieved to find that they had felt the same.
            “There’s more than enough space here and this is probably the safest place in all of England at the moment. Until The Valiant are dealt with it’d probably be for the best that you stay here.”
            Draco nodded “speaking of which, how is the investigation going.” Harry poured himself a drink and began to explain what he had been working on for the past week.
            Hermione tuned out the conversation and picked up the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. The entire paper seemed to be dedicated to all the new marriages and wasn’t surprised in the least when she noticed that her marriage to Draco had made the front page.
            She read the congratulatory article about their apparent secret romance and knew a media shit storm was in the making. There was no way that the reporters were going to leave them alone until they got the details of her and Draco's relationship and Hermione rather give them a simple statement rather than have unsavory rumors surfacing.
            She turned to the second page for the rest of the congratulatory columns and immediately noticed Ron’s name about halfway down the page. “Ron married Lavender?” she announced more than asked as she looked at the other couples on the page.
            Harry nodded, “odd right? I know that they had a thing going when we were in school but somehow Ron seemed slightly better than ending up with Lavender.”
            Luna set down her glass, “well the way that I see it, Hermione was his top choice but from the way that he kept in close contact with Lavender all these years, it seems as though he had been prepared for this outcome.”
            Harry looked to his wife as though she had clarified some great mystery for him and suddenly Hermione could see it as well. Lavender was definitely out of their circle of friends and she didn’t share enough interests with the trio in order to remain in such close contact with one of them.
            The way Ron had hung out her on occasion had been odd at best the first year after the war. Harry and Hermione had just chalked it up to him wanting to expand his group of friends but suddenly Hermione realized that there must’ve been a lot more to it than that.
            It seemed as though Harry realized the same thing too because he looked up and met her gaze. “I might actually kill him for this Harry.” The dark haired wizard nodded “I feel rather inclined to help.”
            Not missing a beat however, Draco leaned closer to her and took her hand. “If the wanker cheated on you while you were together, so what. Arguing about it now will only stress you out. Granted I’d like to have a crack at him myself but you don’t ever have to worry about unfaithful men again.”
            Hermione felt an “awww” response building within her. Who knew that Draco could be so sweet and reassuring? He had said just the right thing to her and it had calmed her down.
            So what if Ron had possibly cheated on her while she was still living in England? She had ended up with a man that deserved her a million times more than her estranged best friend.
            Squeezing her fingers around his gently, Hermione turned to her husband and smiled at him. “I love you Draco.”
            The blonde man sitting next to her beamed at her public declaration of affection and she felt his joy all the way to the tips of her toes. “And I you Mrs. Malfoy.”
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