The Fifth Annual Halloween Masquerade thrown by the Weasley twins had begun to wind down a few hours after midnight. Hermione Granger-Malfoy had honestly begun to wonder if the event was ever going to end, this year's party lasting well beyond the previous years. Fred and George knew how to throw a good party, that was definite, but she had hoped to sneak away hours ago. Her husband, the wicked bastard, had been teasing her and playing with her since shortly after they'd arrived at the Masquerade, a fashionable twenty minutes late. Malfoys never arrived on time for such affairs, preferring to arrive at a time where they would be the center of attention and not merely blend into the crowd. That was one of numerous 'rules' that Hermione had learned in the eight years she had been involved with Draco Malfoy. In fact, she often teased her in-laws about writing a book about Wizarding society and the expectations of nobility, believing the title 'Snobbery at Its Finest' had a nice ring to it, as did 'The Malfoy Guide to Decorum in the Wizarding World'. Surprisingly, Lucius Malfoy found the idea amusing and would often have a new title or chapter idea for her whenever she and Draco visited the Manor.
Hermione's brown eyes searched the ballroom for Draco, a soft smile crossing her pretty face as she thought about her husband. Her husband. She still sometimes found it amazing that she, Hermione Jane Granger, mudblood and best friend of Harry Potter, was married to Draco Lucien Malfoy, arrogant Pureblood prat. During their early years at Hogwarts, he'd been a rude little ferret, delighting in making her life miserable and competing with her for highest marks. Things had changed, though. He'd blamed Harry during fifth year when Lucius was caught and sent to Azkaban, showing more emotion in a few brief moments than she'd ever witnessed from the usually cold and detached Slytherin. Looking back, she knew it was then that she had realized that she didn't know him at all, that she only knew the image he wished to project, that she rather admired his devotion and loyalty to his Father even during such terrible circumstances. During the summer, she had thought about him often, wondering who he really was beyond the Slytherin Prince image. It had not been a crush, even though he had begun to mature into a very handsome wizard, it had been more of a curiosity than anything. Draco had spent a majority of sixth year being a quietly threatening presence, causing problems for them whenever possible, but she'd still found herself growing intrigued with the blond wizard.
It wasn't until seventh year that her fascination and curiosity with Draco Malfoy had become something more than merely inquisitiveness and a desire to figure him out. Lucius Malfoy had been released from Azkaban at the end of sixth year, returning to Voldemort's side and providing the Order with vital information in exchange for his freedom and preserving his family's name. She knew that he had made the deal for entirely selfish reasons, Lucius Malfoy always thinking of himself and his family above all others, but his information had proved very helpful and Voldemort had finally been defeated right before seventh term was to begin. There had been deaths on both sides, many injuries, but it was finally over. It had been as if a load had lifted from all their shoulders and they finally had a chance to relax and just enjoy life, knowing that a future was possible. During seventh year, she and Draco were Potions partners, as well as sharing other classes and responsibilities, and they had gradually developed a friendship.
She had finally been given a chance to know the real Draco Malfoy, which actually wasn't much different than the snarky, conceited, intelligent, sneaky Slytherin she already knew. He disliked Harry and Ron, never missed an opportunity to insult them or pretty much any of her friends. He was witty and amusing and devoted to those he loved. He was loyal to those he did respect and consider worthy of his friendship, though there weren't many people that fell into that category. By the Spring of seventh year, her curiosity about him had turned into admiration and attraction. During a heated debate regarding their potions assignment, he'd shocked her by growling softly, pulling her against him and kissing her senseless. After that first kiss, they'd admitted their growing affection and decided to attempt a relationship. Harry and Ron had been surprisingly accepting, teasing her about the crush she'd had on Draco since the previous year even as she denied having feelings for the blond wizard until just recently. Lucius and Narcissa had not been quite as accepting, but they had not forbid Draco from dating her. She honestly thought they believed it was just a passing fancy and that he'd soon tire of slumming it with a mudblood and would eventually choose one of the appropriate brainless Pureblood witches.
She had given Draco her virginity before the end of seventh year, and he'd given her his. A soft smile crossed the brunette witch's face as she remembered their first time. It had been wonderful. There had been some awkwardness because neither one had done it before, but they were both very intelligent and knew what to do. When he'd first entered her, there was a little discomfort as she was stretched to accommodate his girth, but he'd been gentle and gone slowly, not wanting to hurt her. When he was buried inside her, his gray eyes looking into hers, his long fingers brushing her thick brown hair and tracing the lines of her cheek, his lips moving against hers in a possessive kiss, she'd known that he belonged to her just as she belonged to him. Within a year, they were engaged. His parents had realized that he loved her and accepted her despite her lack of social status and muggle upbringing. Over the years, she had become very close to Narcissa and actually considered Lucius a wonderful conversationalist, honestly loving them both and thinking of them as her Wizarding parents. She and Draco had waited until graduating from University to marry, the event taking place over three years ago during a lovely Saturday in early June. She now worked for Arthur Weasley at the Ministry, researching and developing potions and charms, while Draco worked for Malfoy Enterprises, helping oversee numerous companies and occasionally performing various research for the Ministry, having a fondness for history and potions.
Hermione made another sweep of the room, her chocolate brown eyes looking for Draco. It had been her year to choose their costumes and she wished she'd selected a different dress for herself. She and Draco had several traditions, the Masquerade being one of them. He'd not wanted to attend the First Masquerade, finding the idea of wearing costumes ridiculous and mugglish, but she'd seduced him into agreeing, loving the idea of dressing up as she had done as a child. He'd left the costumes to her, still not pleased about attending any party thrown by the Weasley twins. He had looked delectable in the Pirate costume she had selected for him, the black leather pants fitting him tightly and the white poet shirt open to reveal glimpses of his muscular chest. When she'd seen him dressed up, wearing his costume and a simple black mask, his shoulder length pale blond hair fastened with a leather strap, her knickers had gotten wet and she'd been tempted to forget the silly party and shag him rotten.
He'd smiled the sexy smirk that he knew aroused her and huskily told her he was rather enjoying her reaction to his costume. He'd let her know that he appreciated her costume, a simple dress that fit with her being the Pirate's Captive, though she was definitely not unwilling. He had started playing with her, whispering in her ear all the things he planned to do to her once they left the party and returned home. He'd played the part of wicked pirate throughout the evening, coming up behind her and touching her when no one was looking, brushing his lips against her neck, teasing her and arousing her until she'd finally made excuses for them and taken him home. When they arrived home, he had continued playing the wanton Pirate and she'd played the part of reluctant Captive even as she'd eagerly opened her legs for him and been willing to do just about anything to feel him inside her. They'd not left the flat all weekend, rarely even leaving their bed. They had a very healthy sexual life, liked to play and experiment, enjoyed everything from rough fucking to slow lovemaking to quickies during her lunch hour, so it was no surprise that they enjoyed role playing together.
The following Masquerade, Draco had chosen their costumes. And, again, they'd teased each other and flirted and played throughout the party, returning home to enjoy their costumes even more. Every year since had been the same, costumes and playing and then returning home to do a little acting. It was a lovely tradition, one they both enjoyed, and it was something special for them. They often had weekends where they didn't leave their home, spending their time in bed and just simply holding each other, they even enjoyed a bit of role playing occasionally, but the Masquerade was tradition. It was tempting each other, seducing each other in a room full of friends and colleagues, and just having fun together. This year she had chosen a Cowboy costume for Draco. It was rather simple, black trousers and a charcoal gray shirt that brought out the color of his eyes. She'd also chosen a black cowboy hat, boots, and soft leather chaps to complete the ensemble. He had not fastened all the buttons of the shirt, leaving it open at the collar and displaying a hint of pale flesh, the trousers snug and fitting perfectly across his tight arse, and the leather chaps, Merlin, she didn't understand it but she found them unbelievably sexy. She had imagined him wearing nothing by the chaps, his cock hard and ready, the leather brushing against her legs as he fucked her. Needless to say, she had been desperate for this party to end since they arrived.
Her costume was a very pretty dress in the style of the mid-nineteenth century, fitting with her chosen theme of the Cowboy and the Lady. Trust Draco to take a simple cowboy costume and turn it into some erotic and dangerous, looking more like a wicked outlaw instead of the cowboy she'd imagined. Merlin, she loved that man! He was sexy as sin and he was hers. Of course, if he didn't quit hiding and playing with her, she might very well hex him, but he was still hers. She left the ballroom, noticing that the crowd was definitely thinning. Her lips curved into an annoyed frown as she headed to the patio, wondering if he had decided to get some air. She stepped outside, her hands moving over her arms as the cool night air enveloped her. There was no one on the patio, which made sense because it was already getting cold in the evenings. She looked at the sky and smiled softly, naming several constellations before deciding to go back inside.
Before she could turn, two arms moved around her, pulling her back against a hard body. She froze for a moment, ready to struggle to free herself if it was some drunken partygoer. She inhaled the scent of spice and vanilla and Draco, relaxing as she realized it was her husband.
"Tsk, tsk," Draco drawled lazily, his lips moving behind his wife's ear as he huskily continued, "lovely lady like you out here all alone. So bloody beautiful, with your hair in those pretty little curls and your breasts practically spilling from your dress. Tempts a man to grab you and never let go. Do you want me to let go, love?"
Hermione felt a wave of arousal spread over her as she listened to him. The teasing bastard knew that she loved his voice, finding it sexy even when he was reading of a menu. Her nipples were hardening as his hand moved over her stomach, his lips brushing gently against her neck, barely touching her. She whimpered when she felt his tongue suddenly lick her, his hand moving up to squeeze her breast through the thin material of her dress. She leaned back against him, wetness beginning to drip from between her thighs even though they were still fully clothed. She whispered, "Don't ever let me go."
"Good answer," he smirked as she surrendered, his hand tangling in her thick curly hair and pulling her head back, his lips claiming hers in a possessive kiss. He only released her mouth when he felt the need to breathe, his gray eyes sweeping over her face, noticing the arousal in her eyes, her cheeks flushed with passion, her lips wet and already becoming swollen from the intensity of his kiss. His wife was not only the smartest person he knew, but she was also gorgeous and sexy and playful. He pulled her against him and quickly apparated them home. He'd wanted her all night, nearly pulling her into a darkened corner and shagging her against the wall numerous times. He'd resisted, though, knowing that the anticipation was part of the fun of the Masquerade. Once they were in their bedroom, he planned to continue their game. Honestly, he wasn't familiar with this cowboy creature she had spoken of, hearing from her that it was some American muggle thing but not all sure what his part was supposed to be. He only knew that she seemed to find his costume sexy and had been aroused all night. That was good enough for him.
"I think we've played enough," Hermione said before she kissed Draco, her hands moving over his back and chest, her body trying to get closer. She was so ready for him, her juices practically dripping down her legs. Draco seemed to agree with her decision because he kissed her back, his hands moving behind her back, beginning to unfasten the buttons of her dress. She was relieved when she felt the dress start to slide forward, having worn an old-fashioned corset with the costume that she'd been dying to remove all night. She had barely been able to breathe, but it had done wonders in causing her full breasts to push up and out in a very enticing way. She released Draco's mouth and helped him remove the dress, sighing with relief when the corset laces were untied, throwing the garment on the floor as Draco's hands moved over her bared flesh. He didn't push the dress down, leaving it bunched around her waist, her upper body bare. He smiled a sexy smile before lowering his head, his mouth capturing her left nipple.
Hermione moaned softly as he began to suck on her breasts, his tongue twirling around her hard nipples. She felt his hands on her waist, the dress finally pushed down her legs, leaving her wearing only the silky knickers that were soaked with her juices. She didn't protest when he pushed her against the bed, falling back and then sitting up to rest on her elbows so she could watch him. He removed his hat and then unbuttoned his shirt. He took his time, smirking as he teased her, finally removing the shirt and baring his upper body. He was slender and pale, his arms and chest muscular from exercise and Quidditch. Her eyes moved over his body, noticing that his pale pink nipples were hard, moving slowly down his flat stomach, following the trail of pale blond hair as it disappeared into the top of his trousers. He was still wearing the leather chaps and trousers, having kicked the boots off before removing his shirt. His hair was loose, framing his face and giving him an appearance of a wicked angel.
Draco ran his tongue over his lips before kneeling at the edge of the bed. His hands moved underneath his wife and he pulled her down towards him, her legs spreading and resting on his shoulders. "Have to taste you," he muttered before lowering his head. He moved his tongue against her knickers, tasting her essence through the silk. He was rewarded by a gasp and then a moan as he continued to taste her through her panties. She was soon begging him to remove the panties, to let her feel him, a smile crossing his face before he moved his hand between the edge of the panties and her stomach. With a gleam in his eyes, he pulled sharply, listening in satisfaction as the silk tore and bared her naked flesh to his hungry eyes. He soon had his face buried between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her juices, his nose brushing against her swollen clit. He loved the taste of his wife, completely intoxicated with everything about her, from her smell to her taste to the sounds she made as she found pleasure to the way she felt in his arms to the way she looked after experiencing an explosive orgasm.
Draco licked and sucked her pussy until she came, soaking his fingers with her release. She came with a soft grunt, falling back on the bed and gasping for breath as he continued to feast on her. Her body was sweaty and the scent of sex was thick in the air. She felt him move, looking down and meeting his eyes. He was smiling, his face covered in her wetness, a lock of his hair falling across his forehead and right eye, his lips curved into a sensual smile of promise. He moved up her body, licking and kissing his way from her pussy, past her tummy, towards her breasts. She whimpered when she felt the leather of the chaps brush against her legs. Merlin, the soft roughness sent shock waves of pleasure throughout her body.
Draco looked up at her and smiled knowingly, deliberately moving his right leg between her thighs, pushing down and rubbing his leather chap covered leg against her. She cried out softly, pushing against his leg, her juices coating the leather as she began to move against him, seeking release. He kissed her as she rocked against his leg, the leather brushing against her clit in a most delightful way. She could taste herself on his lips, sucking his tongue as she felt another orgasm approaching. It wasn't long before she came, the leather chap glistening with her juices as she whimpered in release. She could feel his bulge against her leg, knew he was aching and hard, almost felt guilty for being selfish and having two orgasms while he was still partially dressed. Almost but not quite, Hermione decided as she smiled in contentment, his lips brushing kisses along her jaw and neck.
Draco waited until she was breathing normally before he got up and finished undressing. Soon, he was naked, his body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, his thick cock was hard and pre-cum coated its head. He stroked his cock slowly, his eyes moving over his gorgeous wife. She licked her lips and crawled to the side of the bed, urging him forward. His lips curved into a smile as he moved towards her, watching as she opened her mouth and began to suck on his cock. He closed his eyes and groaned as she licked his length, moving slowly into her mouth, careful not to lose control. His length was about average, but he was rather thick and didn't want to choke her by pushing in when she wasn't ready for him. Her hands moved his back, cupping his arse, squeezing his cheeks, a finger snaking its way into his bum. His eyes opened and he looked down at her, catching her eyes as he slowly fucked her mouth. He could feel her finger inside him, thrusting and twisting, seeking his spot. His hand caught hers and he pulled it free, whispering, "Not yet," before he pulled himself from her mouth.
He watched her lick her finger, the one that had been inside his arse, moaning as she tasted him, her eyes never leaving his as she licked the pre-cum from her lips and sucked his finger. Draco caught her lips with his, kissing her as he moved to sit on the bed. They kissed as he laid back, Hermione straddling him, rubbing her wetness against his cock. She broke the kiss and winked at him before she turned around, her back now facing him. She leaned over, catching his cock in her mouth again, rubbing her pussy against his stomach as she teased him, lazily sucking and licking his cock. She looked over her shoulder and smiled sensually as she practically purred, "What do you want, Draco?"
"Fuck me," he said huskily, "Need to be inside you."
"Ask nicely," she teased, enjoying her chance to repay him for hours of teasing and flirting at the Masquerade.
"Please fuck me, Hermione," he growled, his eyes flashing with need.
"Merlin, I love when you do that," she muttered before she straddled his cock, keeping her back to him. She pushed down and then raised herself, repeating the action until he was finally buried inside her. She began to move against him, his fingers tracing the lines of her back as she rode him. She kneaded her breast with her left hand, her right hand alternating between caressing his balls and scraping her fingernails against his upper thigh. She whimpered when he suddenly sat up, his lips moving behind her neck, brushing kisses against her back and shoulders. His hand caught her breast and squeezed, his fingers twisting her nipple as she continued to ride him. She began to move faster, feeling her orgasm approaching. Draco laid back down, his gray eyes watching her move, her hair falling across her shoulders as she leaned forward to adjust the position, taking even deeper as she pushed back against his cock. He watched her look at him over her shoulder, her eyes catching his as she came, a soft cry coming from her lips as she tightened around his cock.
Draco could feel his release approaching, sitting up again, his hands moving to either side of her waist. Keeping himself inside her, he rearranged their position. Hermione was soon facing him, riding his cock, her lips finding his as he pushed into her, his hands tangling in her hair as they kissed, her breasts rubbing against his chest. He grunted her name as he came, his seed spilling inside her, dripping from her pussy and mixing with her juices. They remained that way for a bit, kissing and coming down from their orgasms. Finally, he released her lips and laid back down, a pleased smile crossing his handsome face.
Hermione moved off Draco, letting his limp cock fall against his stomach, moving to lay beside him. His arm went around her and she smiled as she began to trace the lines of his chest, "That was amazing."
"As always," he smirked slightly, his hand resting against her back, just above her arse.
"Kinda sleepy now," she confessed as she snuggled against her husband. Three orgasms took a lot out of a girl, after all, and she could feel her body starting to relax and recuperate.
"Me to," he agreed as he reached down and pulled a blanket over their nude bodies. He kissed her and whispered, "Sweet dreams, my love."
"I love you, Draco," she smiled sleepily and kissed him before resting her head against his chest. Her lips curved into a sensual smile as she said, "We're keeping those chaps for future usage," knowing that she wanted to see her husband wearing only those leather chaps some time in the future, before her eyes drifted shut, and they both fell asleep.
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