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A/N: The next chapter will be released by itself, so hopefully it won’t take me as long (although it does need to be rewritten). See you all soon.
45—Affettuoso
“In my life there's been heartache and pain; I don't know if I can face it again. Can't stop now, I've traveled so far to change this lonely life. I wanna know what love is; I want you to show me. I wanna feel what love is; I know you can show me.”—Foreigner 
(Draco)
Severus and his father gave each other an inscrutable look, but Draco didn’t much care what they thought. He’d won the bet, and he wanted her all to himself. On that big fluffy bed. Away from prying ears.
Severus inclined his head in acquiescence and backed away, settling into the white rocking chair near the door. Lucius took his time, kissing her head and whispering an unnecessarily long farewell as he set her on her feet, but he eventually stepped aside and sprawled out on the leather ottoman with a knackered sigh.
With the two of them out of the picture, Draco was consumed by the stunning vision before him. She was spellbinding. Even with her hair frizzed in a poofy wreck. Her eyes were half-lidded, as if she were blissed out of her gourd, but it was the accompanying sated smile that gave her that beautiful debauched glow. If ever there was a well-fucked witch, it was this one.
The black leather cuffs were lovely, but he didn't want her tied up. He needed her arms around him, holding him. What fun would it be if she couldn’t touch him? Wasn’t that just punishing himself? Placing a hand to her hip, Draco drew her in until she was so close her nipples raked his ribs. “Would you like to come down from there?”
Hermione nodded. “My arms’r tired.”
Smiling at her sex-drugged slur, Draco deftly unfastened the cuff from her right wrist, and her arm flopped down around his shoulders like rubbery dead weight. When he undid the other wrist, she wrapped him in a hug, but there wasn’t much strength behind it.
“You seem a bit weak. Should I let you rest?”
“No,” she assured him as she nuzzled his jaw. “I can keep going—as long as I don’t have to lift anything heavy.”
Draco snickered, a slew of dick jokes springing to mind. “I’ll do the lifting. You just relax.” Firmly gripping her arse, he hoisted her up, and she squealed in shock, snaking her legs around his hips so she wouldn’t fall.
Her giggling lit up his heart like a string of fairy lights. “Does this ride happen to go to the nearest bed?” she asked. “I relax best when horizontal.”
“Me and all, love,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re in luck. It just so happens this is a one way trip to Bedfordshire.”
Laughing, Hermione curled into the crook of his neck and proceeded to nibble him senseless as he steered them across the room. It was a hell of a way to travel. Draco had never really carried her around before, but now that he’d given it a go, he could see the appeal. Maybe they should try fucking against the wall. Or maybe she’d be up for a game of Mummies and Daddies, and they could pretend they’d just come home from their honeymoon so he could carry her over the threshold.
Mmmmmm , Hermione in a wedding dress. So pretty and—
Wait! Stop that. Remember the plan? Don’t get distracted.
Draco set her on the foot of the bed and pecked her forehead. “Your premium bedside delivery comes with complementary valet service. Just put your feet up.”
She gave him an amused look and narrowed her eyes as if he'd said something suspicious.
Touching one finger to the center of her chest, Draco tipped her backwards. “I said put your feet up.” Before she could react, he grabbed her by the thighs and pushed them to her chest, exposing her creamed pussy to the light of the room.
Hermione lifted her head and peered down at him, her eyes bugging out, but Draco just grinned and pressed a kiss to her quivering hamstring. Then another to her cane-striped bum. Mmmmm, warm. Trailing his mouth toward her inner thigh, he worked his way north, tiptoeing along the periphery of her pussy. He wasn't being sneaky, just apprehensive. The thought of consuming two wizards worth of jizz kept him from diving in with his usual gusto—especially when he knew half of it was his father’s—but actions spoke louder than words, and he needed to make sure she knew his desire for her was unconditional. Immutable. Whether she was Nanny Granger, or Snape’s little girl, or Lucius’s princess, Draco loved her. Even if she was currently a spunk sampler of epic proportions. It didn't matter. She was everything to him.
Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the scent wafting from her core. It actually didn’t smell bad—the sharp aroma of semen complemented the musky sweetness of her excitement, the opposing fragrances harmonizing in unexpected ways. Using his two middle fingers, Draco parted her labia and watched as a glob of pearly fluid oozed from her opening and dribbled into her arse. Please let that be Snape’s.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Draco buried his face in her slit and devoured everything within reach.
“Aaah!” Tearing at his hair, Hermione yanked his mouth off her clit, and Draco looked up, meeting her gold-flecked eyes through the valley of her cleavage.
She blinked several times, obviously at a loss for words, and he smiled slyly to indicate he understood the full impact of his gesture.
When her hand relaxed, he returned to her glazed depths and began to slowly lave every inch. He wasn’t going to suck it out of her or anything; he just wanted to get her ready for her next orgasm. With him.
Although, now that he was down there, Draco had to admit that, despite his fears, everything tasted rather pleasant. Perhaps it was more appetizing because it had been inside her—she had transformed it into some kind of Granger sex soup. The more he licked her, the more enticing the flavor became.
That was a relief. Of course he’d swallowed semen before, so it wasn’t as if he was averse to the taste—he just wasn't keen on one of her sources. But that didn’t seem to be an issue. Draco wasn’t even thinking about the Malfoy-on-Malfoy cannibalism; he was too distracted by the unexpected combination of flavors swirling over his taste buds. Maybe Snape had some kind of genetic abnormality that made his semen preternaturally palatable. Or maybe he just ate cratefuls of pineapple. Apparently pineapple made your jizz taste like candy; Draco had been gorging himself on it just to make sure Hermione kept coming back for more. But maybe Snape had read the same article and had created some kind of pineapple-penis potion to get her hooked on his junk.
That didn’t sound like something the Potions master would do, but you never could tell.
Hermione moaned and sank her nails into his scalp, holding his face down as she ground her pussy into his tongue. Shite! Was she ready to come so soon? He hadn’t even been down there a whole minute yet. Had he? Draco wasn’t so sure. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d gone into an altered state while dining at Chez Chat. Pussy time didn't run like regular time.
Dammit! He wanted to stay there a bit longer, but the goal had been to prime her with his tongue so he could bring her home with his cock. He needed his mouth for other things. Forcing himself to stick to the original plan, Draco kissed her clit goodbye and crawled up so his hips settled into the warm valley between her thighs. Hermione reached down to put him in place, but before she could get there, he grabbed her by the wrist and held her at bay. If she started pawing his wand now, he might lose his mind. He needed to go slow so he had time to think.
Lightly pinning her arm above her head, he curled his hips, nudging her downy lips with the tip of his dick. She smiled up at him and arched her back so he was tucked into the saturated cove of her entrance. Fuck! Thank you, love. I wasn’t nearly close enough before. Releasing her wrist, Draco scooped both hands beneath her shoulders and locked her in place. He couldn't have her banging into the headboard on a night like this.
Without warning, she did some kind of swirly hip drop that forced his head inside her opening, and Draco almost choked on his own tongue. Salazar’s slithering serpent! Did her vagina have a fever? Why the fuck was it so hot in there? What biological purpose could that serve? Her inner muscles clamped around him, making it impossible for him to retreat. Well, he could have . . . he just didn’t want to. It was so much nicer doing things her way. Burrowing even deeper, Draco felt the firm resistance of her cervix, and his knob began to weep as if it had returned to the holy land after an eternity in exile.
She made a noise low in her throat, and Draco dipped his face to her neck to kiss her carotid. “Hermione?”
“Mmmm?”
He gently rocked his hips, bumping her core with each soft grind. “I have to tell you something.” He couldn’t stop thinking about what Snape had said about being honest.
“What is it?”
Draco suddenly felt queasy, his stomach heavy as a lead paperweight. Once he spoke, there would be no going back. Ever. But that was okay. He didn’t want to go back. He wanted to go forward. With her. And he prayed she wanted to go forward with him.
Using his pubic bone to engage her clit, he found a rhythm that made her thrash beneath him. Excellent. He’d been dreaming of this moment for years, and he wanted everything to be perfect. But it was hard to be perfect when he was scared out of his mind. Terror tended to muddy the waters. It wasn’t that he thought she’d reject him—it was just so hard to lay everything on the line. His heart had been through enough in his life, and he doubted it could take another beating.
But it could do with some mending.
Draco raised his head and met her eyes, and she gave him the doziest smile he’d ever seen. Her fingers danced over the hair fringing his neck, and a prickly line of goose pimples shot down his spine, pulling his skin so tight his balls rose. Merlin’s beard! She was killing him.
“What is it, Draco?”
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his father and Snape were still out of earshot. They were.
Okay.
Here we go.
Don’t be sick all over her.
That would definitely ruin the moment.
He swallowed hard and kept his gaze locked on hers. Those eyes could sustain him through the fires of hell and back again . . . and he’d gladly run that gauntlet right then if it bought him another minute of reprieve. He wasn’t ready for this. It was horrifying. Yet he’d never wanted anything more. Taking one last deep breath, Draco touched his lips to hers and whispered the three words he'd been longing to say for the past two years: “I love you.”
Hermione stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and just when he felt his last meal crawling up his esophagus—certain he'd ruined everything—she broke into a wobbly smile, her big brown eyes filling with tears. “I love you too, Draco. So much.”
He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and his stomach loosened the knot of panic that had been tying up his guts like an overinflated balloon animal—possibly a poodle. “You sure?”
Hermione sputtered out a short laugh and wiped her eyes. “Yes, I’m very sure. Very very sure. Are you all right? 
He nodded. “Just having a minor cardiac event—should be fine in a jiffy.”
Smiling, she sniffed her running nose. “I can’t believe you said it first. I was going to tell you soon . . . when we were alone and the time seemed right.”
That actually made him feel considerably better. He’d been just a little paranoid that she’d only said it because he’d said it first. “It was eating at me.”
Hermione nodded in agreement and pulled his face to hers for a quick kiss. “Me too. I love you, Draco. More than I can say. Bloody hell.” A deep sigh whooshed from her chest. “I feel so much better now.”
Draco returned her kiss, ecstatic to see she was as relived as he was. “I know what’ll make us both feel even better. Are you close?”
“So so so so close,” she said, countering his hip thrust with one of her own. "I just need it a little faster.”
Oh, thank Merlin! Now that his heart had been set free, his bollocks were rioting for equal dispensation. I’m working on it, he promised them. Draco stayed deep, but he increased his pace to Optimal Fucking Speed. The pounding beat caused the surplus of fluid pooled inside her to loudly squish out around his cock, a sound which his balls seemed to interpret as a call to arms.
She sealed her lips to his, and Draco grunted as her tongue shot into his mouth. Gods, he loved it when she did that. Some demented part of his brain wanted her to suffocate him with kisses. Death by snogging. As if she'd heard his silent wish, her hand clasped the back of his head so he couldn’t move, locking them together on every level, and Draco’s cock surged with ferocious approval.
His bollocks threatened to outdistance her, but he pleaded with them to last just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes. The mantra calmed his racing heart.
Her body tensed once with pre-orgasmic tension and then fell limp. Sweet Circe! That was too close. Stay the course, Draco. You can make it. Just a few more minutes. Thirty seconds later her legs flexed around his hips, and her body began to buck. As soon as he felt the first tight seizure strangle his cock, he gave up the battle with his sac. 
And the forfeiture was glorious.
Her pussy spasmed around him, milking him of everything he had to give, causing his heart to hammer painfully against the wall of his chest, as if the strain of coming was too great for his body to bear. Tears of effort sprang to his eyes, the pressure inside him almost unbearable. It was like trying to funnel an ocean of emotion through an opening no wider than a grain of rice. Flooding her with his love was his only means of survival.
As her orgasm dissipated, Hermione ripped her mouth from his to suck in a lungful of air. “Gods! That was . . . so good,” she gasped. “Bloody hell!”
Draco blinked a few time to clear away the sparkly lights framing his vision. “Hear, hear.”
“That was a helluva fuck,” she panted.
He hid his smile in her shoulder. “That wasn’t a fuck.”
“No?” she whispered then kissed the spot near his ear that made his dick jump. “Certainly felt like a fuck.”
“Now that we're properly boyfriend and girlfriend, we have to call it making love.”
Hermione burst into a fit of silent laughter, her head thrown back in breathless cackles. Draco didn’t know what to make of that. He wasn't joking. Couldn’t she tell the difference between fucking and what they’d just done? It felt as if he’d ejaculated his heart and soul into her.
“You are the sweetest Slytherin ever,” she said, triple kissing his cheek to punctuate the last three words. “But everything you do to me would qualify as ‘making love.’ Even when you just hold my hand, I can feel the love radiating off you.”
Draco turned his head to look at her. “Can you really?”
“Of course I can. And if I can feel that from your hand, imagine what I can feel when you’re inside me.”
Draco smiled and brushed his nose against hers. “What does it feel like when I’m inside you?”
Hermione gave him a curious look, but she must have figured he wanted a real answer and not some platitude, because she bit her lip the way she did when she was thinking. “Well, I guess I would say it’s like . . . I'm floating down a river of happiness . . . on a sunny day . . . totally naked and free.”
He knew exactly what she meant, and his stomach did a celebratory backflip, jubilant that he was the cause of her joy. “Kiss me one more time before I pull out. I want to remember you just like this.”
Her gaze softened, and with the softest touch, she drew him in and gave him the most memorable lip-lock of his life. His internal organs all began to melt, and he marveled at how pleasant it was to be liquefied by love. 
When he pulled back, she blinked at him sleepily, and Draco smirked as he brushed the damp hair from her temple. “You ready for real bed now?”
Snickering, she nodded. “Real bed. Yes. I can hardly be expected to sleep in this pretend bed.”
“It is nice in here, but I don’t want to sleep in it.”
“Too much leather?” she asked with a smile.
“Very sweaty,” he concurred. “Plus I don’t want to trip over your stable of cocks on my way to the loo at four in the morning.”
“Don’t be rude, you know their names are Lucius and Severus. And I think you might enjoy tripping over Snape at four in the morning. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”
He feigned shock. “Did you just insinuate that Lucius and Severus are your personal harem? Ooooo, I’m telling Snaaaaape. He’s gonna spaaaaank you.”
“Draco!” she said, laughing as he wiggled out of her. “Don’t you dare. I was just kidding.”
He gave her a playful peck on the nose. “I know you were.”
Hermione grabbed him by the face and quickly pressed her lips to his. “You’re part of the Hermione Harem too. I’m going to put you in charge of breast worship.”
His brow quirked. “I accept the position, but maybe you’d better put me in charge of first aid.”
“Why?”
“Because Snape’s going to light your arse on fire when I tell on you.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I don’t think you fully comprehend just how much I love seeing you over Snape’s knee.”
“Don’t you do it, Draco,” she warned him with a giggly grin. “You know Nanny Granger’s going to return the favor the next time you’re in trouble.”
“Ah. Well, that’s settled it.” He nodded as if he’d come to his senses then looked over his shoulder toward the door. “Severus, you’ll never believe what Hermione just said. And she said you didn’t have the balls to spank her for it. I think somebody needs to be taught a lesson.”
It seemed his first act as first-aid coordinator would be reattaching his nipple.
Affettuoso—Musical direction to play with affection and tenderness.
“I Want to Know What Love Is” by Foreigner. Written by Mick Jones and released in 1984.
“[It] was the first single released from Foreigner's album Agent Provocateur. The song features backing vocals from the New Jersey Mass Choir affiliated with the Gospel Music Workshop of America, Dreamgirls star Jennifer Holliday, and featured keyboard work by Thompson Twins frontman Tom Bailey. The choir also appears in the song's music video."--Source: Wikipedia
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=raNGeq3_DtM
I made a conscious choice to not use an artist for the chapter quotes more than once EXCEPT when I wanted to link those chapters in some way. I won’t say what the similarities in this instance are as they are multifaceted, and stating them aloud would give away too much of the story; but feel free to draw your own conclusions.
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