The sounds of moaning filled the room as the muddy shirt of a Quidditch uniform was tossed on the floor. A white blouse soon landed on top of the dirty uniform, the moans intensifying. Quidditch pants followed, making a soft noise as they hit the floor, a skirt and skimpy knickers soon falling on top of the sweat stained pants.
"Stop teasing."
"Can't help it. You taste so good."
"Stop blaming me because you like to play. I need you."
"What do you want, love?"
"You. Always you."
Draco smiled as he entered Hermione deeply, her body arching off their bed, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. His lips moved over her neck and face, his hand caressing her full breasts. He was riding the high of his team winning the game against Potter, catching the snitch and watching the annoyance flash in the eyes of the Man Who Was Still a Constant Pain in His Arse.
Draco always enjoyed a triumph over his wife's best friend because it gave him permission to brag and be a bit insulting to his former nemesis without earning a glare from the beautiful woman in his arms. He much preferred her smiling at his win and being a bit smug herself to her old friends or kissing it all better if he happened to lose, which wasn't very often.
"You're so wet."
"Have I mentioned how turned on I get watching you play Quidditch?" she winked as she raised up and caught his lips in a passionate kiss, her hands moving over his sweaty back as she inhaled his masculine scent of her husband.
"Naughty vixen," he grinned as he thrust into her, their bodies fitting together perfectly. "I love it."
"Draco," she cried out softly when she felt the tension snap, her hands tangled in his wet blond hair, the scent of sex and sweat and what she considered the smell of Quidditch surrounding them as she came apart in his muscular arms.
Draco continued teasing her clit as he thrust into her, finally sinking deep as her body convulsed around him, groaning as he found release. He kissed her tenderly before releasing her lips. He smiled as he caught her eyes, whispering against her lips, "Catching you was the best accomplishment of my life, Hermione, far better than catching the snitch in any old Quidditch game."
*the end*