Draco moved his tongue along her upper thigh, his gray eyes on her face as she bit her lip to keep from moaning. He frowned as he nibbled on her flesh, knowing she was particularly sensitive in that area. Again, nothing but silence. With a determined gleam in his eyes, he moved his fingers along her wet slit, his tongue teasing her clit. He began to suck on the sensitive bud, his tongue lashing it as he moved two fingers into her. She was soaking wet, the juices dripping from her pussy to the sheet beneath them, yes she still had not uttered a single sound since they’d come upstairs nearly an hour ago.
Finally, he raised his head and asked sharply, "What’s wrong?"
Hermione merely arched a brow, refusing to reply. She was pleased to be getting to him, the annoying bastard deserved it. Even if it was killing her to keep silent as he teased her and kissed her, her body responding even if she was being obstinate by refusing to make any noise. She knew he loved how vocal she was in bed, just as she enjoyed the sounds he made when they made love, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of winning this argument.
"Damn it, Hermione," he cursed as he moved to his elbows, his eyes on hers as he growled, "Talk to me!"
"I thought you said I talked too much," she said simply, reminding him of his comment from their spat earlier that evening. She’d been excited about a new project at work, rattling on during dinner until he had snapped at her and said she was too talkative and that he didn’t give a bloody damn about hearing every detail of her assignment. She’d been hurt that he had such little interest in her job, knowing that she had been a bit chatty, but she’d wanted to share her excitement with her husband.
Hermione loved Draco, had loved him from their fifth date when he had braved a trip into Muggle London to take her to see her favorite play and had made very few snide remarks about Muggles. It had been that moment, as she’d leaned against his broad shoulder and held his hand, his fingers playing with her hair as they watched the play, that she realized that, astonishing as it might seem, she had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy.
They’d been enemies throughout school, constantly bickering and challenging one another. She’d thought he was a conceited, pointy faced, rude, Pureblood snob and that opinion hadn’t changed in the immediate years following graduation. During the War, he had surprisingly remained neutral, his Father having died in Azkaban during their seventh year and the blond refusing to follow in Lucius’ ill-fated footsteps. She had learned afterwards that he provided funds to the Order along with various information that might prove useful, though he refused, even now, to admit such a thing to anyone save for her. She had respected him a bit more after finding out the truth, but he had the horrible habit of provoking her every time they met during his visits to the Ministry or at random functions she attended with her friends.
They had never bothered to have a civil conversation, spending their time arguing or baiting one another. Then she had run into him at a Ministry ball four years after graduation. She’d gone as Harry’s date, her best friend not wanting to invite one of his casual dates to something so formal. Draco had been alone, the blond wizard had been in between girlfriends, though he never dated anyone seriously, having a reputation for never having more than three dates with any witch. They’d begun their usual verbal sparring, but something had been different that night. There had been awareness between them, a passion that went far beyond their customary fighting. They’d danced together the entire night, even Harry noticing something was different. Perhaps there had always been an attraction, though they were both reluctant to acknowledge that they might have been slightly infatuated during their years at Hogwarts.
After the Ball, they had gone for a walk, finding a coffee shop in a wizarding area of London that was open all night. They’d spent hours talking and debating, arguing but not with the usual animosity, instead more of an admiration for each other. It had been strange and unusual but very pleasant, not at all awkward as she would have imagined. After leaving the coffee shop, they’d had breakfast before he’d finally taken her back to her flat. For just a moment, he had hesitated, looking vulnerable and completely unlike the confident wizard that annoyed her so often, and then he’d kissed her. A gentle kiss that had become something far more intense and passionate as she’d leaned against her door and he’d made love to her mouth.
They’d met for lunch several times and had numerous conversations via the floo and then he’d asked her for an official date. Five dates into their relationship and she knew she was in love with the insufferable prat. They had made love that night, not leaving his room for the entire weekend, their food delivered by one of his many house elves. Three months later, they were engaged. Two months after that, they were married. Their entire courtship had lasted less than six months but they had been together nearly seven years. They had two children and had discussed having a third now that their daughter was four. Hermione had gone back to work part-time after Lucissa turned three, Narcissa watching Christian and Cissa the three days that Hermione worked at the Ministry.
Hermione loved Draco and knew that her husband was devoted to her. They fought but it was usually more as foreplay than anything serious. Tonight, however, he had been in a foul mood because of some boring business meetings he’d been forced to attend the last two days and he’d taken it out on her, which she had not been at all pleased about. True, he had realized his mistake because he’d sighed and his eyes had flashed with regret, but the stubborn ass had refused to utter the two words she wanted to hear: I’m sorry.
Oh, he had done his best to be charming and attentive the remainder of the evening, helping her read a story to the children and then spending the last hour making love to her, but she was not that forgiving. She could be just as obstinate as he was and she had no intention of simply allowing him to snap at her so rudely and then charm his way off of her annoyed list. Hermione watched his eyes as he processed what she had said, knowing exactly when he realized why she was upset by the soft sigh that escaped his thin lips.
"Hermione," he sighed, his fingers raking through his pale blond hair as he looked at her, recognizing the displeased gleam in her eyes that had replaced the familiar look of need and desire that was usually in her eyes when they were making love. He wanted to apologize, knowing that he had fucked up at dinner. Draco enjoyed hearing her talk about her job, her enthusiasm infectious and loving to see her smile and the happiness in her eyes, but she had been going on and on about some research project with Potter and it had been ‘Harry this’ and ‘Harry that’ until he was ready to perform a silencio just so she’d stop saying the annoying prat’s name.
He wasn’t above admitting to being entirely too jealous when it came to his wife. He loved her more than he had honestly ever imagined loving another person, loving their children just as strongly. She had given him so much happiness and warmth, every day perfect because she was his and he was hers. He knew it sounded like utter romantic rubbish and he’d never dare speak those thoughts out loud, but it was true. She completed him and a smile from her or a gentle kiss or a wild shag made him appreciate having her love and devotion and being allowed to love her.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her. He trusted her more than anyone in his life. He knew she would never look at another man except perhaps a observation of attractiveness, though she rarely paid to attention to such things. Being possessive of the things he cherished was just part of who he was, and he had reacted like a sulky child when she kept prattling on about Potter instead of asking him how his day had gone, horribly, or even giving him a kiss before their meal, simply a peck on the cheek before she’d hugged the children. After a miserable day listening to various wizards and witches rambling on about finances, he had wanted to come home and snog her senseless. A peck on the cheek and then listening to her wax poetic about Potter was not a fitting ending to his day.
"Draco?" she arched a brow, her tone impersonal despite their nudity and the fact that he was between her legs and his handsome face was covered with her juices. Her eyes softened as she looked at him and suddenly noticed the tension and the nerve twitching in his cheek, both signs of a bad day at work that she recognized after being married to him for so many years. She had been so caught up in the hurt at his abrupt tone that she hadn’t even realized that he looked stressed. Hermione frowned as she felt somewhat guilty for her actions, dwelling on his rudeness instead of acknowledging that he was tense and probably just needed a big hug.
Draco looked away from her, words of apology for his behavior on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t know what to say to make it better. He wasn’t a man of words, preferring to let his actions speak for him. He had tried to make it up to her, touching her and smiling and kissing her, but it didn’t appear that that was enough tonight. He lowered his head and moved his tongue along her slit as he tried to think of the right thing to say without messing up even more. The blond wizard gently moved his fingers along her upper thigh, drawing designs on her sensitive flesh as he licked her pussy. With a sigh, he buried his face against her wetness, not wanting to do anything but taste her. His head rose up when he heard her soft moan.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he delicately moved his tongue into her, stroking the side of her wet pussy as he feasted on her. She smiled lovingly and moaned again, her eyes never leaving his. Draco moved his right hand along her leg before letting his fingers move against her slit. Easing one into her, he tried to convey that he was sorry for yelling earlier, to let her know that he loved her, watching her eyes soften as she nodded once, both of them silent as forgiveness was given. She smiled then, a wicked smile that caused his cock to throb, whimpering loudly as she pushed down against his hand.
Hermione moved against him, no longer being quiet, watching his eyes darken with every moan and sigh she made, knowing that he loved her noises, letting him know she was sorry for over-reacting and being a bit of a bitch by being loud and vocal. He licked and sucked her clit, his fingers moving inside her, watching her face and seeing her approaching orgasm. He moved suddenly, his lips crashing down on hers as his cock slid inside her. She gasped as he filled her, her legs going around his waist as they kissed passionately. Their hands were caressing and stroking bare flesh, her body moving down to meet his thrusts. She tightened around him as she came, the hour of foreplay and oral stimulation overwhelming her.
Draco felt her body tense up as she came, a soft cry escaping her lips as her fingernails scratched his back. He continued to drive into her, penetrating her deeply, grinding against her clit as she gasped and moaned his name. His lips moved along her cheeks and neck, his hand caressing her breasts, twisting her nipples in the way she loved, feeling her pussy convulse around his shaft as he continued fucking her. The sound of skin against skin merged with moans and heavy breathing as he moved inside his beautiful wife. She was urging him to come inside her, whispering his name and telling him how much she loved him as she met his thrusts eagerly.
It was too much, the blond wizard tensing before his release spilled inside her. He came with a low growl, his hand moving between them and twisting her clit, needing her to come again, to come with him. She kissed him passionately as she tightened around him, milking his cock as she came, the kiss becoming gentle as they both slowed their movements. He collapsed on top of her, careful not to let his weight crush her, his tongue stroking hers as the kiss deepened. Her hands moved over his sweaty shoulders and back as she kept her legs wrapped around his, her foot moving along the back of his leg.
Releasing her lips reluctantly, his hand moved along the curve of her face. Their eyes met, no words necessary to convey their apologies for their silly fight, both having acted a bit childish. She moved her fingers through his pale blond hair, brushing it off his forehead as she kissed his cheek, whispering, "I love you, Draco."
Draco smiled as his eyes flashed with love for the beautiful woman in his arms, wondering again, as he did several times every day for the last seven and a half years, how he had ever gotten so lucky, what he had done to deserve this gorgeous and wanton angel. He kissed her softly, showing her how he felt, the kiss gentle and explorative as he moved to her side, sliding out of her but keeping his arms around her, cradling her curvy body against his. He moved his lips against her ear, kissing her ear lobe before he whispered softly, "I love you, Hermione," his body snuggling against hers as his fingers began to brush through her brown curls, both soon drifting off to sleep.
The end.