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Some Kind of Wonderful	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 12061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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‘So can I take it you no longer just think of me as an evil pureblood Death Eater?’ Draco asked after they left the kitchen.
‘I am trying,’ Hermione said honestly. ‘It’s hard to let all those bad things that happened between us just slip away, but I really am trying to see you as my handsome and loving husband rather than as the mean bastard I have always considered you.’
Draco smirked. ‘Well, that’s a pretty good start. Hopefully, it will get easier as time goes on and you realise just how wonderful I really am.’
Hermione gave a snort at this. ‘Yeah, right . . . wonderful,’ she muttered. ‘I can see there being a problem, though.’
‘Just one?’ Draco asked in amusement. ‘We really are doing well if you only have one problem with me.’
‘I am sure there are plenty of problems I haven’t thought of yet,’ Hermione retorted, ‘but this one isn’t just you. One of the things you mention time and again in your diaries is how much you detest Ron and Harry and I am well aware the feeling is mutual. But they are my best friends and you’re going to have to learn to get along with them, otherwise it will always be a massive problem between us as I have no intention of stopping seeing them — or any of the other Weasleys, for that matter.’ She broke off for a moment, then added sadly, ‘Although I don’t think Ron’s going to like me very much once he discovers we are married. Actually, I don’t how Harry will react, either.’
Draco stroked her arm sympathetically. ‘I know it’s going to be a bit difficult to begin with, my love, but I am sure they will come round to the idea soon enough. They are not going to give up all those years of friendship with you over something so trivial, not after everything you have been through together.’
‘Trivial!’ Hermione said, her voice raising several octaves. She stopped walking. ‘I don’t think Ron is going to consider the fact that I am married to his worst enemy, because you requested it, trivial. Do you think he will understand how you just walked in and took me away from him? I’m betting he won’t — and I don’t think Harry will be so forgiving, either.’
As always happened when attacked by Hermione, Draco just couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of his voice as he retaliated, ‘Well, I wouldn’t have been able to just walk in and ‘take you’, as you put it, if Weasley had bothered to petition for you himself. But he didn’t, did he, Hermione? That makes me question what his feelings for you actually are. How could he really be in love with you and not do everything in his power to stop you from being matched with someone else? If he had petitioned the Ministry as soon as the law was passed, you would have been married before I even realised I could petition for you, and you wouldn’t be feeling so guilty that you’ve chosen me over him.’
Hermione slapped Draco hard around the face and glared at him.
‘How dare you. I do not feel guilty. I didn’t choose you, I was forced into this situation by a stupid law and by you foisting yourself upon me, which I didn’t want or ask for.’ She grimaced as she tried to calm herself down, blinking away the tears of anger she could feel forming. ‘And how dare you cast aspersions on my relationship with Ron. You have absolutely no idea what we have been through or how we feel for each other, and you don’t know how much it hurts that I’m not going to be with him again.’
‘I really don’t understand what it is you see in that prat. I never have done,’ Draco said, still smarting from the slap. ‘He’s inferior to you in so many ways and has never treated you the way you deserve to be treated, yet you idolise him.’
‘Hah! Listen to you criticising Ron for not treating me properly,’ Hermione raged. ‘Do you think you have? Is it any wonder I didn’t want to be married to you after the way you’ve treated me all these years? But I — had — no — choice.’ She emphasised the last four words bitterly.
Draco counted to ten before he spoke again, trying desperately to calm himself down. Things had been going well between him and Hermione and he had really felt they were making progress. But if he didn’t diffuse this argument they would be back at square one before they knew it.
‘Okay, so I will admit my behaviour towards you hasn’t been great in the past, but I have changed and you’ve seen how much I love you. I am aware you don’t like it, Hermione, but you need to be realistic about this. I know you thought you would be playing happy families with Weasley, but that was never going to happen once the marriage law was introduced, petition or no petition. If Weasley had petitioned for you before the questionnaire went out, you might just have had a shot. But as soon as the matching began, any chance the two of you had of remaining a couple was gone. Even if we had both petitioned for you, the matching would still have sent you my way, not his. Mr Threadwoody told me we had a very high compatibility rating and I don’t believe you and Ron had that.’
Hermione gave a small shake of her head to admit this was true, but she still glowered at Draco.
‘You can be as angry with me as you want, my love, but the fact remains that we were always going to be matched with each other.’ Draco reached out to stroke Hermione’s cheek gently. ‘At least with me petitioning for you, it gives you the excuse you need to bring your friends round to your side. As you said, you didn’t have any choice; and although Weasley will quite understandably be upset about what has happened, he will never need to know the two of you weren’t considered compatible by the Ministry if you don’t tell him. Instead, he will continue to hate me for a while for forcing you into this marriage, and then eventually I hope, once he sees how happy we are together, he will realise there is no point in being angry about it any more.’ He sighed. ‘I expect Potter will be angry on both of his best friends’ behalves, but he will come round too — probably quicker than Weasley will, as he’s not directly affected by it.
‘I know you are unhappy about this, but there is nothing we can do to change the situation and arguing about it isn’t going to help. You’re right that I don’t like either of your friends, but at the same time, none of us have ever tried to get to know each other properly without our prejudices getting in the way. I swear to you, Hermione, I will do everything I can to get on with your friends just as long as they don’t purposely provoke or attack me.’ He gave a small shrug. ‘It’s the best I can offer.’
Hermione looked silently at Draco for several long minutes. Once again, just when things seemed as if they were about to terminally explode Draco had backed down and was being reasonable. She knew what he was saying was true; hadn’t she told herself the same thing last night? But it sounded so harsh coming from Draco’s mouth rather than as a thought in her mind. It made it seem more real and more final.
But at least Draco was trying to calm things down. He was so easy to get annoyed with and once riled she found it hard not to go on the attack as she always had in the past. And she had hit him again. She definitely hadn’t meant to do that, but the emotions that had been building up inside her since she had read his diaries had needed an outlet and that had been it.
He was right, too, about giving her an excuse with which to fob off her friends. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than being truthful to Ron, which in the long term would hurt him more than her being snatched away by Draco. It was good of Draco to allow it, and he had promised to try to make friends with Harry and Ron as well. She certainly couldn’t guarantee that her friends would be so accommodating.
But now, what she had been intending to do seemed harder than ever. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin, she thought desperately, and you can channel one into the other. You can do this Hermione — you have to do this. But she couldn’t trust herself to speak, worried that something hurtful would emerge even though that was the last thing she wanted or needed now.
Draco waited for Hermione to say something to him. He knew he had gone over the top again — damn his stupid temper — but he had tried to recover the situation. She was looking at him so intently, but as ever, he couldn’t read her at all. What was she thinking about?
‘Talk to me, my love,’ he said quietly, taking hold of Hermione’s hand. She didn’t stop him or try to pull away, which Draco took as a good sign.
‘You were right about the matching,’ Hermione admitted quietly. She didn’t look at Draco. ‘Mrs Westcote said Ron and I were only a moderate match at best. I guess that meant I would be likely to have been paired off with half the country before I ended up with Ron. But it hurt so much, after being in love with him for so many years, that I didn’t want to admit it. She told me, too, what a great score you and I had and how lucky I was to be getting someone I was so compatible with.’ She felt Draco squeeze her hand and looked up, gazing into his beautiful ice-grey eyes. ‘I am so sorry I hit you, Draco. I didn’t mean to do that.’
‘Yes, you did,’ Draco said. ‘And I probably deserved it. If not for that, then for all the horrible things I did to you over the years. It’s pathetic when I think of how my parents brainwashed me into their beliefs.’
‘But that’s the point, you were brainwashed, so they don’t really count. Harry, Ron and I had no such excuse, yet we persecuted you just as strongly as you ever attacked us.’
Draco stroked her cheek again. ‘I put up with it for you,’ he said.
Hermione nodded and gave a small, wry smile. ‘And you turned it into one of your many perverted fantasies, as I recall.’
Draco shrugged. ‘I had to do something with all that pent-up frustration. Between driving me mad with being Muggle-born, being a mouthy and annoying bint, and being so damn sexy, it’s a wonder I didn’t explode.’
‘It’s lucky you had Pansy to help you out, then,’ Hermione said.
Draco smirked slyly. ‘Are you jealous?’
‘No, of course I’m not,’ Hermione said. ‘Don’t be so ridiculous.’
‘Hmmm. I’m not sure you’re not protesting too much on that,’ Draco said. He smirked again. Hermione’s eyes flashed anger for a moment and before he set her off again he relented. ’You didn’t have much to be jealous of,’ he admitted. ‘I wasn’t all that nice to Pansy most of the time. I actually feel a bit bad now about the way I treated her when I was trying to get you out of my mind.’
‘Well, that’s a good thing, anyway,’ Hermione said. She was much calmer now. Draco looked at her questioningly. ‘It proves you’ve grown up and got nicer.’ After a moment she added, ‘I think we have still got quite a way to go with getting our relationship on track, though.’
‘I think you might be right. And we are both going to have to work at controlling the bitching, as well,’ Draco said. ‘I know I find it far too easy to snipe back when you say something that annoys me — and you’re no slouch at that either, as we have both just proved.’
‘It’s not always bitching, though,’ Hermione retaliated. ‘Sometimes it is valid criticism.’
‘Hmmm. I think we are just going to have to get used to the fact that we argue sometimes,’ Draco said. ‘I know we were highly matched because we were similar, but I think we might be a bit too similar in some ways.’
‘Well, we are both stubborn and both of us will have to learn to compromise. And I know that’s something I’m not very good at,’ Hermione admitted.
‘I’m sure we will manage,’ Draco told her with a smile.
Hermione thought for a moment he was going to pull her into one of those kisses he always managed to catch her out with. She took a deep breath, speaking before he had a chance to make his move.
‘I think maybe it’s time to start now,’ she said quietly. She could feel her heart hammering and the butterflies were back in her stomach, but she had to do this. She gripped Draco’s hand tighter, leading him down the corridor back towards the Entrance Hall. ’Come with me.’
‘But where—’ Draco began.
Hermione turned and put her free hand over his mouth for a moment, smiling as she shushed him. Draco stayed silent and watched interestedly as she led him through the Entrance Hall and down a corridor he had never been down before. One staircase and another corridor later they reached a door. Hermione opened it and leant forward to push the door wide, revealing the room inside. She gestured for Draco to enter. Draco looked around the room in astonishment. He hadn’t expected anything like this.
‘I had a word with Professor McGonagall this morning,’ Hermione said quietly. She entered the room behind him. ‘I guess she had the house-elves move our belongings here already.’
‘Hermione.’ Draco was almost lost for words.
Hermione smiled. ‘I think I was being a bit stubborn,’ she said, looking at Draco. ‘After all, we are married.’
Draco pulled Hermione to him and hugged her tightly as he continued to look around their new bedroom. As she had said, their belongings had already been placed there, the mixture of Slytherin and Gryffindor combining rather better than he would have anticipated. He could feel his heart beating faster at the realisation that his beautiful wife was finally doing what he had dreamed of for so long. By moving to the shared bedroom she was giving herself to him, was committing herself to their relationship.
His lips touched hers tentatively at first but then, taking a chance that this time she wouldn’t resist him, became more passionate. And she didn’t resist, instead, giving herself over to it just as fully as he. And as the kiss finished, Hermione realised that this time it wasn’t at all strange; in fact, it was kind of wonderful.
‘I really do love you,’ Draco told her sincerely. He could feel the arousal building inside him, his desire for her fanned by the kiss. Surely it could only be a matter of time before they made love now.
‘I know,’ Hermione whispered. She stroked his face as she spoke.
Hermione pulled her wand from her pocket and waving it the door closed, sealing the two of them in the room. Smiling again, Hermione leant in and kissed Draco, gently nibbling on his bottom lip before he pulled her once again into a more passionate exchange.
When the kissing subsided Hermione moved out of Draco’s arms, to his disappointment, and moved towards the bed, where she put her wand down on the cabinet beside it. She turned to look at him once more. Hermione looked so alluring, and also maybe a touch scared, and a wave of desire surged through Draco that was so strong he had the urge to grab her once more, to pull her to him and kiss her, to push her down onto the bed and . . . .
The little voice inside his head chastised him for such thoughts. As much as he needed her, if he acted like that he would scare Hermione away before he even had a chance to show her how much pleasure he could give her. He had to calm it down and go at her pace, however slow that might be. It would be worth it in the long run.
Hermione walked towards him slowly, the smile still on her face although she looked a little nervous. She was undoing the buttons of her blouse as she walked.
Draco swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off Hermione’s hands. She was revealing herself to him — the impressive breasts he had studied so intently for so many years, and fantasised about playing with for just as long, were finally going to be revealed to him.
She stood almost close enough to touch and moved her hands away from the now open blouse. Her breasts, still encased in a plain white cotton bra, were possibly the most arousing thing Draco had ever seen. He couldn’t help the small strangled cry that escaped his lips, desire mixed with frustration at his need to touch her. For a moment longer he looked at her, trying to calm his pounding heart, then once again he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
He held Hermione tight against his chest, feeling those soft breasts he so desperately wanted to touch pressed against him through their clothes. As they kissed once more, his hands pulled off Hermione’s blouse without any resistance from her. His heart soared. He was so close now. Reaching around he unclasped her bra, an easy enough undertaking with all his previous experience in such matters. As his hands found the straps of the bra and pulled them down her arms, Hermione stepped back and out of the bra and he got his first sight of her naked breasts.
She was absolutely perfect!
Although he had spent years studying her curves and had fantasised repeatedly about what she would look like naked, Hermione topless was enough to take Draco’s breath away. Not because of her breasts themselves, although they were truly magnificent, but because of what they represented. Need coursed through Draco so painfully it hurt.
Hermione looked at Draco anxiously, as if she was worried about his reaction.
‘Oh, my love.’ Draco’s ability to speak properly was gone again, overwhelmed by the terrible, aching need.
Hermione moved closer again, back within his arms, although he wasn’t yet holding her. She leant forward slightly and kissed his cheek gently.
‘Touch me,’ she whispered, so quietly that if he hadn’t been so sensitive to her Draco would have missed it.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into the deepest kiss he had so far bestowed. His free hand slid up to grasp one of the fleshy mounds and his palm felt her nipple growing as he squeezed. He groaned with pleasure and let go of Hermione so he could play with the other breast, too, both hands now kneading at the soft pliable skin, fingers pinching the nipples that stiffened at his touch.
Hermione gave a small moan and threw her head back, her eyes closed. Draco leant in and kissed her throat, placing gentle butterfly kisses all over her neck, his hands still caressing and squeezing.
‘Gods, you’re perfect,’ he whispered, needing Hermione to know just how much he adored her.
Opening her eyes, Hermione pulled his face up and kissed him briefly on the lips. ‘You mean my breasts are,’ she said with amusement.
‘They really are fantastic,’ Draco admitted as he pinched her nipples, causing her to give a small hiss.
‘Well, you certainly wrote about them enough,’ Hermione said.
‘But I didn’t think then that I would ever really get the chance to play with them,’ Draco said honestly.
‘They’re all yours,’ Hermione whispered in his ear. ‘I belong to you.’
Draco growled with desire at her pronouncement and touched his lips to Hermione’s throat again before moving lower, now sucking on a nipple as his hands moved further down her body. He found the waistband and worked on undoing her skirt, wanting more than ever to see Hermione completely naked. The skirt went, leaving her in her knickers, which he saw were the same plain white cotton as her bra.
He realised Hermione had been undoing his shirt whilst he had been undressing her and he shrugged out of it, enjoying the look Hermione gave him at the sight of his well-muscled chest. He wrapped his arms around her and began another kiss. He could feel his erection straining against his trousers, his arousal almost causing him to lose sight of the fact that he was supposed to be going slowly with Hermione.
‘I need you,’ he told her, his breathing heavy as he pressed against her. ‘I want to make love to you.’
‘Please,’ she breathed desperately. Draco wasn’t sure whether she was agreeing or trying to get him to back off.
His hand caught hers and guided it to his trousers, willing her to undo them. He wanted her to touch him, knowing her soft hands would feel so good. Understanding what he wanted, Hermione unbuttoned the trousers, hoping this would cause Draco to pause in his own endeavours. Although she had tried to prepare herself mentally for what was happening, it suddenly seemed to be going too quickly. Already embarrassed at her semi-nakedness, she wasn’t at all ready for what was to follow the loss of her knickers.
But she had to admit Draco did look good. He was far more muscular than she had expected, although he wasn’t some muscleman, and dressed as he was now, in only tight-fitting jersey shorts, she couldn’t help but appreciate just how hot he was. Perhaps being married to him wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Draco’s hands returned to her knickers now, slowly sliding them down her legs as they kissed. His hand stroked her bottom, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.
‘Let me see you,’ he whispered, aware that Hermione’s nervousness had increased as her clothes came off.
He guided her to the bed and pushed her down beneath him, his hands spreading her legs as he did so. He gazed at her wantonly. She was a little less groomed than he was used to, but at that moment Draco thought he had never been happier in his entire life. Hermione was beautiful, every part of her more gorgeous than he had ever imagined, and she was completely his.
Hermione was attempting to close her legs, embarrassed at the way Draco was looking at her, but he wouldn’t allow it.
‘You are beautiful,’ he told her. His voice dropped to a whisper. ‘And I want to kiss you.’
‘Please,’ Hermione pleaded quietly once again. She could feel herself blushing as Draco looked at her and was a little surprised to feel she could talk to him so openly. ‘I’ve never been naked with anyone before. I feel a bit uncomfortable.’
‘What — never?’ Draco sounded surprised. ‘But what about Krum?’
‘Viktor?’ Hermione was surprised herself now. ‘Why would Viktor have seen me naked?’
Draco snorted. ‘He’s a world-class Quidditch player and you are a beautiful woman, Hermione. Are you telling me you and he didn’t do anything?’
‘No, of course not,’ Hermione said primly. ‘We were friends, but that was it. We spent most of our time together in the Library. Anyway, I was only fifteen.’
‘What has that got to do with anything?’ Draco said. ‘You know how sexually active I was by then. So what about Weasley? I thought you were going out with him.’
‘I was, but we’ve only kissed.’
Draco snorted again. ‘I always thought he was gay. Does he actually realise you’re a woman?’
‘Of course he does,’ Hermione said. ‘But it took us seven years to get to the first kiss. I wasn’t really expecting much before getting married. And he is not gay.’
‘Are you sure? How can he not want this?’ Draco asked gesturing to Hermione’s body. ‘I never could understand why he wasn’t ripping your clothes off at every opportunity. I certainly would have, given even half a chance.’
‘Ronald isn’t a sex maniac like you,’ Hermione said archly.
‘No, he’s gay,’ Draco retorted.
‘He is not gay!’ Hermione said.
Draco shrugged. ‘It doesn’t matter now, anyway. He missed his chance.’ He looked at Hermione. ‘So if you haven’t done anything with anyone else, that must mean you’re still a virgin.’
Hermione nodded her head. ‘Is that a problem?’ she asked.
‘Of course it isn’t,’ Draco said tenderly as he wrapped his arms around her once again. ‘In fact, it’s brilliant. You really are completely mine.’ As Draco kissed Hermione again he pushed her back down onto the bed. ‘You don’t have to do anything,’ he whispered softly between kisses. ‘Just lie there and let me pleasure you.’
Hermione demurred for a moment, but more kisses and Draco’s hands, now stroking over her whole body, soon changed her protestations to quiet moans of enjoyment. His mouth found one of her nipples and his tongue ran around and over the hardened bud, wetting it before sucking it into his mouth with a moan of pleasure. Hermione gasped, too, her head back once more, clearly relishing what was happening to her. Draco concentrated on playing with Hermione’s breasts, enjoying everything about them, from their size and feel to the way Hermione’s nipples puckered and grew when he squeezed them. But as fantastic as her breasts were, he needed more.
Further down his mouth went; more butterfly kisses down her ribs and over her stomach. The lower he went, the more Hermione attempted to move, to pull herself away from him, but he had her well-placed and her legs were still parted so he had no trouble following the line down. His tongue connected with her clitoris as he pushed through the dark hair on her mound. Hermione gasped as he licked, then sucked gently on the tiny bud; a louder whimper than the ones she had uttered before now escaping her lips. Draco ran his hand down each leg, in turn, pulling off her socks — her shoes having already been discarded when she dropped her wand.
His fingers traced a path up and down her legs as his mouth caressed the sensitive and now swelling area between her thighs. The scent of her that had always aroused him so was stronger now, muskier as her arousal grew, her skin becoming goosebumpy under his fingers. She tasted so good, so much better than any of his fantasies had ever predicted and Draco knew he was already addicted to his beautiful wife’s body.
Again and again, his tongue flicked, curling around the hard bud of her clit, tracing letters over it, making Hermione writhe and moan, her hands at first clenching then gripping at the pillows on the bed as down it went, sliding through the soft, sensitive lips to press at what lay within. Hermione cried out loudly, then her hands gripped Draco’s shoulders, both pushing and pulling at him trying to move him.
‘Oh gods, stop, please,’ she begged, her voice ragged. Draco ignored her and continued licking, enjoying the taste of her arousal. Hermione bucked hard and gave a low throaty cry. ‘Oh, Draco . . . please . . . oh god . . . ahhh . . . it’s too nice.’
Draco chuckled. ‘Not too nice, my love,’ he said darkly, his mouth rising briefly to give Hermione a little respite. ‘You’re just about to come.’
He returned to his previous endeavours, his tongue moving faster now, keeping pace with Hermione’s cries. He wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling her closer, no longer allowing her anywhere to go but his mouth. Over and over Hermione begged him to stop, but Draco ignored her pleas, knowing she was about to climax. When she came, calling out his name between cries of pure bliss, Draco felt joyous and he knew that everything between them was going to work out perfectly.
Whilst Hermione lay recovering, he quickly removed his underpants. He was sure he had the biggest erection he had ever had in his life. His excitement level was off the scale, and now he had started he needed so much more from her. But still, he had to take it slowly. Had Hermione not been a virgin he was sure he would already have fucked her by now, so desperate was he to be inside his beautiful wife. But taking things slowly was incredibly erotic for him too; he was gaining more pleasure from this one encounter than he had from a hundred previous ones with other people.
Lying next to her on his side now, Draco stroked between Hermione’s legs, enjoying touching her. He slid a finger inside her, feeling the tight flesh give way as he pushed deeper. She was so tight. He moved the finger in and out and heard Hermione give a small sigh of pleasure.
‘Does that feel good, my love?’ he asked.
Hermione nodded. ‘Yes, oh yes.’
‘I want to be inside you,’ he whispered as he slid a second finger into her.
Hermione gave a small gasp, then stilled.
‘I am a bit nervous about that,’ she admitted a few seconds later.
‘You don’t need to be,’ Draco said. ‘I am not going to hurt you, my love, I promise.’
He took Hermione’s hand and wrapped it around his hard length, sighing happily as she gripped him of her own accord.
‘But you’re so big,’ Hermione said as she squeezed him.
Draco moaned, then showed her what he wanted her to do.
‘I wish I could say that was true,’ he said, for the first time in his life not feeling the urge to talk himself up, ‘but sadly I am only average size, although I think I’m harder than I have ever been.’ He moaned again. ‘Oh gods, that feels so good, Hermione!’
‘Well, I think it looks big,’ Hermione said. ‘Is it going to fit?’
Draco cradled her face in his hands, kissing her tenderly on the lips. ‘It’s going to fit perfectly,’ he said with a smile.
‘I have only ever imagined doing it with Ron,’ Hermione admitted as Draco pushed her down onto her back beneath him once more.
‘Do you want to close your eyes and pretend I’m him?’ Draco asked his voice a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Hermione shook her head as she looked up at him. ‘No. You are my husband, not Ron, and it’s you I want to do it with.’
Hermione’s admission that she wanted Draco, so many years after he had first desired her, threatened to overwhelm him, and to cover he bent down to kiss her again.
‘It might hurt a little bit at first,’ he admitted apologetically, ‘but it won’t last long and then it will be wonderful, really wonderful.’ He stroked Hermione’s cheek as if to reassure her. ’I love you so much, Hermione,’ he whispered as he entered her for the first time.
Hermione gave a small cry, obviously in some discomfort and Draco stopped for a moment, giving her a chance to get used to him before he continued. Then she smiled at him and his heart, bursting with desire; almost melted and he resumed thrusting. But he was horrified to realise his excitement at finally getting to make love to Hermione had become over-excitement and after only a few seconds he was already on the verge of coming. He was completely humiliated at this turn of events. This had never happened to him before. Why did it have to happen now, when he was finally pleasuring Hermione?
‘Oh gods, I’m so sorry, my love,’ he said with embarrassment as he felt the tug, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it now. He thrust as hard and deep as he could, crying out with joy as he emptied his seed into Hermione.
Almost immediately he pulled away from her and sat up. He turned away; severely embarrassed and angry at himself for losing control so badly. What should have been completely perfect had been ruined, by him. What must she think of him?
Hermione was left lying there, a little confused. She was aware it had been a little quicker than she had anticipated. It had just started to feel quite good when Draco had come — but surely it hadn’t been that bad.
‘Draco,’ she said quietly, reaching out to stroke his back where he was still turned away from her. ‘What’s wrong?’ Draco didn’t reply. ‘Did I do something wrong?’ she asked worriedly.
‘Oh gods, no,’ Draco said hurriedly. ‘It wasn’t you. It was me who ruined it.’
Hermione sat up and turned to wrap her arms around his body, resting her head on his shoulder.
‘How was it ruined? I was enjoying it. And I thought you were, too. You did come, didn’t you?’
‘That is the whole point,’ Draco said bitterly. ‘I have fantasised about this for years and when we finally get to do it I can’t even pleasure you properly. Just a couple of quick thrusts and already I’m coming.’
‘I don’t mind,’ Hermione told him gently. ‘If anything it was good that it was a little quick the first time. It was all getting a bit much for me.’ She kissed Draco on the cheek. ‘Come back to bed and give me a cuddle, please? I really want you to hold me.’
For a moment Hermione thought Draco would refuse, his bruised ego stopping him, but after a short pause, he joined her back on the bed, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her forehead.
‘I’m so sorry, my love,’ he said after they had cuddled for a few minutes.
‘Nothing to be sorry about,’ Hermione assured him.
‘But I can’t believe I had premature ejaculation,’ Draco said unhappily. ‘That has never happened to me before. It’s so embarrassing.’
‘No need to be embarrassed,’ Hermione said comfortingly. ‘I’m flattered that you were so excited. Oh, and by the way, you are definitely more than big enough.’
‘Next time,’ Draco said as he kissed her.
‘Next time you will probably go on for hours,’ Hermione said, smiling.
‘Hmmm. I’m not sure about hours, but it should at least last a bit longer,’ Draco said. ‘Hopefully, long enough to make you come this time.’
‘I already came earlier,’ Hermione reminded him. ‘So we’re even now.’
‘If you go on top you can control it,’ Draco told her. ‘Go at your pace, although that might not help me.’
He gave a small hiss as Hermione reached out to grasp his now flaccid penis and began to stroke it the way he had shown her earlier.
‘Better get you hard again, then,’ Hermione said. ‘Hopefully, we will just have time to do it again before dinner.’
The second time went much better. Draco’s excitement had dimmed since he had already experienced the wonderful feeling of being inside Hermione and had already come — although he thoroughly appreciated it the second time, too, especially when Hermione did as he suggested, taking control and going on top to ride him at her own pace, leaving him free to play with her wonderful breasts once more. And she, too, had enjoyed it, enjoying being on top, although he felt even bigger that way.
But as her climax approached she slowed down, the feeling almost too much to bear. Draco took over then, rolling her onto her back, still inside her as they moved. As he pushed deep inside her again and again, Hermione experienced the climax he had denied her the first time. She clung to him, crying and whimpering and calling out his name, so clearly enjoying what he was doing to her that combined with her contractions that were squeezing him hard, he, too, came for the second time.
Hermione smiled as she stroked Draco’s face. ‘Thank you, Draco,’ she said honestly. ‘That really was completely wonderful.’

Hermione opened her eyes, trying to work out where she was. She heard Draco’s quiet breathing next to her ear and she turned her head to look at him. He was even more handsome when he was asleep, his beautiful pale face so relaxed. He was smiling and every so often his lips moved silently as if he was talking to someone. Hermione smiled too. She needed to move, just to stretch her bones, but Draco’s arms were wrapped around her waist. She wriggled a little and felt his arms give slightly so she pushed them apart and slid out of the bed to make her way across the room to the bathroom.
She was quite tender, she realised. Draco hadn’t quite fucked her to the point where she couldn’t walk, but he’d had a pretty good go. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was smiling. No, that wasn’t quite right: she was smirking; self-satisfied and smug, and she felt great. Her hair was still a mess, but there wasn’t anything she could do about that without permanently dowsing herself in Sleakeasy’s hair tonic and Draco hadn’t seemed to be all that bothered about it so it probably wasn’t necessary.
Hermione noticed she was now sporting several love bites, although fortunately, none appeared to be in a place that would be seen once she was dressed in her school robes. Having finished drying her hands she returned to the bedroom and got back into bed, reinserting herself into her husband’s arms. He murmured louder for a moment and pulled her tighter, and before she fell asleep once more Hermione realised she felt happier and more relaxed than she had ever been before in her life.
Morning brought another bout of lovemaking, this time in the shower where the different positions caused Hermione to experience a whole new range of feelings. By the time she and Draco had dressed, a slow process due to Draco’s need to keep touching her, Hermione knew that whilst she still didn’t love him — her heart wasn’t that fickle — she had very much enjoyed making love to him and would continue to do so for as long as he wanted her. And she was sure that one day she would love him just as passionately as he loved her.
They walked to breakfast holding hands, something Hermione would never have imagined doing even forty-eight hours before, but everything had changed now. She was Draco’s wife, and as she had told him, she intended to take the role seriously; if he wanted to hold her hand or kiss her in public, she would bear it with a smile.
Just inside the door to the Great Hall, Draco dropped Hermione’s hand.
‘I'll see you after breakfast, my love,’ he said. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, then released her. ‘Make sure you eat something today,’ he added a little more seriously, then turned away to sit at the Slytherin table.
Hermione made her way over to the Gryffindor table, where she sat down next to a group of younger girls who were chattering busily and laughing. As she poured herself a cup of tea and a glass of pumpkin juice she tuned into their conversation, smiling to herself as she realised they were talking about Draco. He was obviously still very popular with a lot of the girls in school. She put two slices of toast on her plate, then, having buttered them, added some scrambled egg. She turned to the girl next to her.
‘Can you pass me the ketchup, please?’ she asked.
The girl gave her friends a look, then picked up the ketchup and passed it to Hermione. ‘Is that your boyfriend over there?’ she asked boldly. ’Draco Malfoy. He’s very handsome.’
Hermione smiled. ‘Actually, he’s my husband.’ She looked across at Draco, who was looking back at her. He winked and the girls around her started giggling again.
‘Your husband,’ the girl next to her said, her voice holding a mixture of awe and disappointment, ‘he's really cool and very handsome. You’re so lucky.’
‘Yes, he really is kind of wonderful,’ Hermione said with a smile, and still looking across the room at Draco, she picked up her teacup and began to drink.
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