“Wake up, Hermione," Draco said softly as he moved his hand to trace the lines of her cheek, his full lips curved into a smile as his wife stirred in her sleep.
"Hmm, sleepy," Hermione mumbled as she snuggled closer to the warm body of her husband.
“Hermione, wakey wakey," Draco teased as she growled softly, reluctant to wake up. He knew she was tired, having spent the last forty-eight hours working on research to help Potter. The daft twit had become an auror after defeating Voldemort six years before and had recently managed to get hit by some rare curse that had him laying in bed near death for two days.
Hermione hadn’t rested until she had located the curse in some rare text she had actually found in the library at Malfoy Manor, preparing the counter-curse just a few hours ago and finally going to sleep once it was determined that Potter would survive. Draco almost felt guilty for waking her up, but this was important to him and he knew she'd forgive him.
"Draco, what is it?" Hermione asked crossly once she realized that the stubborn blond wizard would not leave her alone to sleep until she'd found out what he wanted. Brown eyes opened slowly and reluctantly, her annoyed frown fading as she looked at Draco. He was looking at her with a tender expression in his gray eyes, a loving smile on his face, and she couldn't bring herself to even glare at him for waking her up.
Their relationship had not been smooth sailing, to say the least. During their seven years at Hogwarts, they had loathed one another, constantly competing for everything and arguing about every subject imaginable from the correct way to slice Grooseroot to the exact shade of blue to describe the sky. It had been tempestuous and heated and infuriating, neither rarely getting along and constantly challenging one another through seven years of school.
After graduation, they had gone their separate ways, though she would occasionally run into him at a party of a mutual acquaintance or at the Ministry where she worked in Research and he sometimes had business dealings. The tension had still been there, but it was no longer simply animosity. She had been old enough to finally recognize the passion and desire that would spread over her whenever they bickered, their words more teasing than rude as they got older.
Things had changed between them gradually. Within eighteen months of graduation, he had begun showing up in her lab when he had business at the Ministry, lazily taunting her in one way or another and smirking when she got annoyed. She had begun to anticipate those visits, thriving on the sparring and enjoying their conversations. When they would run into each other at parties, they had started to spend their time talking about various subjects, debating and slowly becoming friends, much to the surprise of those who knew them as well as themselves.
Within six months, the friendship had developed into something else. At the Ministry’s annual Valentine's Day party a little over two years after graduation, they'd shared a kiss that had ignited passion and lust and other emotions they'd both been feeling for months. They'd made love for hours that night and had been together ever since. She loved him more than she'd ever imagined being able to love someone, and she knew he loved her with the same depth and feeling. They had married on Valentine’s Day a year after their first kiss and they had been married nearly two years. Their relationship was passionate and surprisingly loving, Draco not being a man of words but he showed he loved her every night and with every touch and look he sent her way.
"Happy anniversary, darling," Draco smirked when he saw the look of surprise in her eyes, having thought she had forgotten the date with the entire Potter fiasco. He had decided to do something a bit romantic for their second anniversary, the blond wizard not overly fond of romantic gestures but believing that Hermione deserved something special. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, his tongue tracing her lips before easing into her mouth. Reluctantly pulling back, he informed her loftily, "It is now 12:03, so it is officially Valentine's Day."
"You do realize that your reputation as the unromantic prat is now entirely shot, don‘t you?" Hermione teased before she kissed him gently, deciding that sleeping could wait. She released his mouth and smiled, "Happy anniversary, Draco. I‘m sorry I growled at you. I can‘t believe I forgot!"
"You do realize that your reputation as the romantic know-it-all is ruined now, don’t you?” Draco smiled smugly, “I am rather pleased that I remembered and you didn’t. I do believe you will have to go to great lengths to make this up to me, my dear.“ His eyes flashed with desire as he licked his lips, giving her every indication of how she could make it up to him before he reached beside the bed and showed her a vase full of roses in a multitude of colors. Looking into her eyes, he grew serious for a moment as he touched her cheek, “I love you, Hermione.”
"I love you too, Draco," Hermione whispered, her lips curving into a tender smile as she looked at what had to be three dozen roses in every color imaginable. “They’re beautiful.”
"Now that the sappy sentimental bit is out of the way," Draco smiled wickedly as he withdrew a single rose from the bunch and put the vase on the bedside table, "I want to spend all day tasting and touching you."
"Merlin, yes," Hermione whispered as her brown eyes moved over him, a possessive smile crossing her lips as she said, "Mine."
"Yours," Draco said simply before he pulled the covers down, his gray eyes moving over her naked body before looking into her eyes. "You're so beautiful, Hermione. I love your breasts. They fill my hand as if they were made to be held by me. Your nipples are such a lovely shade of dusky pink, and I love this trail of three freckles right here."
"Draco!" Hermione moaned softly when his tongue lazily traced the freckles in question.
"I love the way you respond to me," Draco smirked, his thumb brushing over the hardened nipples that were calling out for him to taste them. He brought the rose he was holding up and brushed the soft petals against her breast. She whimpered as he teased her, his gray eyes watching her face. He loved watching her face when they made love. She always looked at him, her eyes never leaving his face, letting him know silently that she loved him and enjoyed being with him.
Her eyes darkened with desire as she ran her tongue along her lips, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she tempted him to kiss her. Sexy vixen knew exactly how to tempt him. But kissing her would lead to forgetting his plan of seduction and shagging her senseless so he reluctantly looked away from her lips. Draco was determined and stubborn, and he had plans for their second anniversary. He wanted her wet and begging for him, loving to see her eyes glazed with lust and her voice hoarse with desire. He smiled as he moved to straddle her, his hard cock brushing against her stomach, leaving a wet trail of his pre-cum on her heated skin.
"As you well know, I love playing with you, Hermione, so quit tempting me or I can make this go on for hours," Draco warned her with a smug smile, "you know I can."
"I want you, Draco," Hermione moaned when she felt his lips brush against her neck, his tongue tracing the smooth column of flesh. She knew he loved playing this game, tasting her and teasing her for hours until she was aching with need. She couldn't complain, having returned the favor many a time during their years together, but tonight she was sleepy and hadn't felt him inside her since she'd started doing her research to help Harry over two days ago. It hadn't taken much more than a kiss and seeing him naked to get her juices running and the ache between her legs.
"Shhh, darling," Draco moved the rose against her lips, gray eyes flashing with lust as he trailed his lips down her body, lavishing attention on both her breasts before moving his head lower. He continued to brush the rose against her naked body, knowing the sensations of the soft petals were pleasurable. Finally, he reached his destination. He looked up, catching her eyes as he said, "I love how you smell. The scent of vanilla and jasmine and desire."
Draco ran his tongue along the wet folds between her legs, moaning as he told her, "I love how you taste. Sweet and spicy and sweaty and needy. I could feast on you for hours, Hermione."
Hermione loved listening to him, his husky voice telling her the naughtiest things, what he wanted to do to her, what he wanted her to do to him, what he loved about her. He knew how turned on she got when he was vocal, the wicked bastard using every trick this evening to get her so aroused she was about to explode. She moaned when he lowered his head and began to feast on her, his tongue lapping at her wetness as he brought the rose against her clit.
She gasped with surprise as she felt the soft petals brushing gently against her, her head falling back against the pillow as she arched against his face. She began to babble the word please and Draco over and over as he tossed the rose away and entered her with his fingers, his tongue dancing against her clit. She felt the tension snap when he nibbled on her clit, her body tightening around his three fingers as she came, wetness covering his hand as he continued to lick and suck.
"That's my girl," Draco cooed, gray eyes pleased when he watched her orgasm. He smiled wickedly, "I love to watch you come, Hermione. The way your eyes shine and your cheeks flush and your breathing becomes ragged and your face is overtaken by your pleasure and the way you moan my name as you explode around me."
"Draco, I need you," Hermione begged, brown eyes catching gray as she ordered, "Fuck me, now!"
Draco removed his fingers from her, licking them clean as he moved up her body. He intended to spend the entire twenty-fours of their anniversary tasting her and loving her, though he would allow them a little time to sleep. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, to let her know what she meant to him, to let her know that he was a lucky bastard to have her in his life. The blond wizard had never imagined that Hermione was the one person that could make him happy, having always found her to be an annoying and troublesome witch.
He had never thought his opinion of the bossy Gryffindor would change until they had been out of Hogwarts for over a year, seeing her at a party and realizing just how much he missed their verbal sparring and what a beautiful woman she had become. After several more encounters, each one exciting him both intellectually and physically, he had to admit that he fancied her. He’d started stopping in at the Ministry for a variety of foolish reasons merely to see her, finally asking her for lunch one afternoon. They had become friends before their relationship had become physical and, even though he had been impatient to shag her, he looked back now and was pleased that they were friends before becoming lovers. Their marriage was based on affection and trust as well as lust and passion.
Draco smiled slightly as he looked into her eyes, her hands moving along his side and then caressing his back. His lips claimed hers as he shared her taste with her, their tongues meeting as he deepened the kiss. His hand moved between them, pumping his ready cock a few times before he slowly eased into her wet pussy. Releasing her mouth, he moved his lips over her cheeks and down her neck, sucking and licking her flesh as he thrust into her.
She cried out from the depth of his penetration, his hand caressing her breast as his other tangled in her thick brown hair. His lips continued to move along her neck and cheeks, licking the sensitive flesh behind her ear, He began to move inside her, deep thrusts that sent her into the mattress, the time for foreplay passed for the time being. He needed her, wanted to feel her tighten around him as she came. He raised his head and looked into her eyes, whispering, "Mine."
"Yours," Hermione smiled gently before kissing him, her body meeting his thrusts, clenching her muscles around his large cock, wanting him to come when she did. The smell of sex and sweat surrounded them as they moved together, hands touching, lips kissing. Hermione felt him begin to increase the speed of his thrusts, her legs wrapping around his waist as she arched against him. She released his mouth as she came, moaning his name as he growled her own against her lips. He grunted as he came, his seed spilling inside her, her muscles milking his release as they continued to move together.
Draco stayed inside her as he nuzzled her neck, his hand moving along her curves as they both struggled for much needed breath. The blond wizard sighed happily, holding her tightly against him as he moved to rest on his side, her laying in front of him. He smiled as their eyes met, seeing the desire and love in her beautiful brown eyes but also seeing that she was tired and worn out. He pulled the cover over them before he kissed her softly, whispering, "Time for some sleep, Hermione. We can finish celebrating after you’ve gotten some rest. Sweet dreams, love."
"Love you, Draco," Hermione whispered as she closed her eyes and snuggled against him, loving the feel of his arms around her as he pulled her closer. With a happy but sleepy smile, she muttered, "I loved the roses," before she fell asleep in his arms.
*the end*