"This is stupid!"
Hermione smiled as her husband growled, "Draco, it's really not that difficult. If you'd quit trying to flirt with me, you'd understand in no time."
"I do understand, Hermione, I just think it's a bloody waste of time. Besides, I prefer flirting with you," Draco informed her smugly before his gray eyes narrowed, "what do you mean 'trying'?"
"You're adorable when you pout," Hermione laughed, watching him glare at her.
"Malfoys do not pout," he informed her loftily, "besides, I am always adorable."
"You're not going to distract me, Draco," Hermione said, her words lacking conviction as his gaze settled on her.
"Say that again and try to mean it this time, Hermione," Draco teased as he deliberately ran his tongue over his lips in a sexy manner, his long fingers brushing through his shoulder length pale blond hair and ruffling it in a way he knew she found difficult to resist.
"Draco!" Hermione slapped his left hand away from her bare thigh. "You promised we could play."
"I'm trying to play!" he muttered crossly, "I want to play 'Shag Mrs. Malfoy Senseless', you teasing wench."
"Your Mother isn't here. Besides, I think Lucius might object," Hermione said smugly, watching him cringe.
"Merlin, Hermione! That's just wrong!" Draco grimaced, his erection softening at the thoughts of shagging and his Mum in the same sentence, not even getting to an image of Hermione's statement. "I feel dirty!"
"I'm sorry, baby," Hermione smiled wickedly as her hand moved against his bare stomach.
"You should be. That was just disgusting. I don't even want to think about my Father and my Mum shagging, much less anything that revolting," Draco cringed, his gray eyes flashing with desire as her fingers moved over his flat stomach. He groaned softly when they reached the area between his thighs, her talented fingers soon causing his erection to reappear and his cock to begin leaking. He smirked as he looked into her chocolate brown eyes, "I forgive you."
"Good," Hermione suddenly left his cock slip from her hand, a devious smile crossing her face as she said, "now we can play my game."
"But," Draco glared, "that was absolutely evil, dear wife!"
"Quit whining, dear husband," Hermione smiled, loving to tease Draco. At times, she still found it difficult to believe that she was married to Draco Malfoy, that her former enemy made her feel loved and cherished and happier than she'd ever imagined being. Draco was still an arrogant prat, smug and confident and far too good-looking and sexy for his own good. He was possessive and argumentative and spoiled and opinionated and snobby, but he was also brilliant and devoted and loyal and witty and caring and honest. He was her best friend as well as being her husband and lover. He loved her, was devoted to her, liked to argue with her because he found her fire arousing, and always made her feel wanted and desired and loved.
They'd been together for five years, spending their seventh year at Hogwarts arguing and flirting and finally admitting that something was there after graduation, after Voldemort's defeat when they had a future with options and could actually express their feelings and desire. They'd gotten married nearly three years ago, now residing in a wing at Malfoy Manor, living with Lucius and Narcissa, whom Hermione actually considered dear friends as she'd gotten to know them beyond their prejudiced Pureblood views. Lucius still liked to be snide about her origins as a Muggleborn, but he respected her and she knew that he approved of her so she didn't allow his comments to bother her, just as he tended to smirk and delight in her creative insults to the snobbery of wizards of Pureblood. He was a lot like his son, which meant he respected a sharp mind and intelligent conversation.
Also, he loved Draco and wanted his son to be happy. Since Hermione made Draco happy, he had grudgingly, at first, accepted her and now was a friend as well as Father-in-law. Narcissa had never been a problem, her love for her son causing her to be accepting from the moment they had met and she had decided that Hermione did love Draco and would be good for him. Harry and Ron were astonished that she had not only married Draco Malfoy, the annoying Slytherin ferret, but had also befriended the elder Malfoys. They'd accepted her decision, though, and had been her joint men of honor at her wedding, the brunette witch having no close female friends and wanting her best friends beside her when she married. They came to visit often, much to Lucius' chagrin, and Hermione honestly believed one reason Harry and Ron enjoyed visiting the Manor was because they knew it annoyed Lucius and Draco.
She withdrew from her thoughts, watching Draco sulk as she refused to forget the game and spend hours making love with him. She loved seeing him sulk, finding it very sexy the way his lower lip would curl slightly and his eyes would darken to a stormy gray when he didn't get his way. Her husband was a spoiled brat, and she rather loved that about him. It certainly made it easy to tease him and push him into losing control, the caramel haired witch loving when her normally calm and reserved husband lost control and came apart in her arms. She wasn't particularly aloof or collected, having a tendency to be vocal and passionate and out-spoken, so she liked to cause her husband to become passionate and surrender to his desires and needs. Besides, he deserved this teasing tonight. He'd been teasing her all weekend, tasting and touching and causing her to beg repeatedly, and Hermione really did loathe begging, which the handsome bastard knew.
"Fine. We'll play your silly Muggle game," Draco snarled finally, realizing that she was being deliberately stubborn and that he'd better agree to finish the game if he expected them to make love any time soon. She'd make him wait for hours if she was annoyed, teasing him and touching herself but refusing to allow him to touch her. The naughty wench knew he'd break eventually and just take her, his wife loving to make him lose control and become wild and a bit rough, though he was always careful not to hurt her.
"Good," Hermione beamed, a flash of triumph entering her brown eyes as she moved her hand to rest on Draco's upper thigh, brushing her fingers against the muscles as she thanked Merlin for the sport of Quidditch, which kept her husband in fantastic shape.
Draco stared at the board in front of him, his gray eyes looking slightly confused, not understanding the silly game at all. He'd been distracted by the sway of Hermione's breasts as she'd set up the game and given her explanation, not hearing much of her instructions as he'd been resisting the urge to knock the board off their bed and simply sink deep into his wife. He felt her hand on his thigh, dragging his lower lip into his mouth and nibbling on it as he counted slowly, gaining control of his desire and need for the temptress sitting naked beside him. When he felt somewhat confident that he could speak without moaning or whimpering, which was becoming steadily less possible as her fingers kept moving against his erection in casual caresses as she moved the board to a more accessible position from where they were sitting against the headboard of their bed, he glanced at her and said, "Teach me, Hermione."
Hermione looked into his eyes, feeling somewhat guilty for the arousal and desire she saw there, noticing the way his nostrils were flaring and he seemed tense, probably trying to control his impulse to forget his promise to play the game and simply fuck her until they collapsed in exhaustion. Her nipples hardened at that idea, the wetness between her thighs that was always there whenever she was around Draco, especially a naked and aroused Draco, growing even more damp from her vivid thoughts. She glanced at the board game and said, "The game is called Clue and you have to solve a murder. With your sneaky Slytherin mind, you shouldn't have any problems solving the mystery, unless I beat you to the solution because we both know I'm smarter than you are."
"I beg to differ," Draco drawled lazily, hearing the arousal in her voice as she tried not to look at him, her fingers moving against his cock as her breathing grew ragged. "If you recall, I bested you in several classes during our years at Hogwarts. Not to mention, I was the one that first asked you out on a date and I was the one that realized I couldn't live without you in my life and proposed marriage. That alone makes me the smartest wizard in the world."
"I thought I was pretty smart for saying yes," Hermione arched a brow as she looked at him, her eyes raking over his naked body and beautiful face, "after all, I got me a gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, wealthy, powerful, sulky, spoiled brat of a wizard from one of the most prominent Pureblood families in the world. All you got was a highly intelligent, mischievous, outspoken, opinionated, chubby Muggle-born with thick unmanageable hair that not even potions can control from a middle-class Muggle family."
"You are not chubby," Draco corrected with a loving smile, "your figure is sexy, all soft curves and full breasts. I love your body, having something to hold on to when we make love, moving my lips all over your golden flesh and tasting you, touching you. Your arse is delectable, your stomach is perfect, and your breasts fit in my hand as if they were made to be caressed by me. As for your hair, Merlin, I love your hair. It's not nearly as bushy as it was when you first started Hogwarts. It's soft and curly and thick and falls down your back in waves of caramel locks that I love to feel against my bare flesh, to tangle my fingers in as we make love, to brush when we are sitting and reading, to just have the freedom to finally touch whenever the impulse strikes me. You have no idea how often I had to resist that impulse at Hogwarts, wanting to run my fingers through your hair, to kiss your lips, to pull you against me and never let go."
"And you say you're awful at romantic talk," Hermione whispered, her eyes looking into his as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his, the kiss passionate and loving, her hand beginning to stroke his erection. She broke the kiss and told him, "I love you, Draco Malfoy."
"I love you, Hermione Malfoy," he whispered huskily, his lips brushing a kiss against her forehead then her cheeks then her nose, his breathing ragged as she stroked him.
"You know what?" Hermione smiled wickedly before she pushed the board game off the bed and moved to straddle her husband, "I think I want to play your game!"
*the end*