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‘Happy Birthday Draco.’
Hermione was bored of waiting for Draco to wake up.
She whispered softly into his ear, and after having no response, she decided to wake him up a different way.
She began behind his ear, planting a small soft kiss, exhaling gently onto the sensitive skin there, breathing in the clean, citrus scent of his aftershave as she kissed her way down.
She kissed the smooth skin of his neck, over his Adam’s apple and into the crook of his shoulder, over and along his collarbones and down to his now tanned and muscular chest. His skin rose into small goosebumps under her lips. Her fingers trailed lightly along his shoulders, the barest touch.
She kissed around the star tattoos that were a recent addition decorating his rib cage, over the muscles in his side and then over the smooth bumps of his abs. His abdomen tensed as she butterflied kisses down the line of his stomach, pausing just lower than his belly button.
Her kisses were light, but she could feel he’d become aware of them. His breathing had changed, it was coming quicker, she could feel his stomach dipping in and out as she kissed him. She didn’t think he was asleep any more.
Hermione didn’t look up, just continued downwards, making her way languidly down his beautiful body.
Draco had slept in black and white chequered boxer shorts and she could see that they were now pulled tight, straining over the large bulge that stood up, thick and hard just below where Hermione was kissing.
Draco let out a sigh of frustration as Hermione dodged that area and moved down to his thighs, her hair tickling over him as she moved.
She kissed his thighs now, over the many tattoos he had there too, covering up the scars underneath. She planted more soft kisses, moving inwards and upwards, back towards the tent in his boxers. She moved her mouth over that area, allowing her hot breath to ghost over him and earning herself a deep shudder from Draco.
She gently lifted and pulled his boxers over his cock and down, still not looking up at his face. He was hard, pulsing and thick. She could hear his breath trembling slightly, he was tensed, ready. She didn’t touch him, just waited a moment until she heard him groan ‘Hermione, please..’ and she smiled.
She finally allowed herself to look up at him. His face was flushed, eyes glassy. His full lips parted as he panted lightly.
‘You’re killing me here..’ he muttered as she waited, her face just millimetres from him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
She gave him a small, sly grin, and his patience ended there.
She giggled as his arms came up and he grabbed her, flipping her effortlessly so that she was now lying on her back, her hair splayed out on the pillow, looking up into Draco’s sliver eyes as he smiled down wolfishly at her.
‘It’s cruel to tease someone on their birthday you know golden girl’ he mumbled, his voice still husky from sleep.
She shivered, feeling one of his thighs move between her legs as he used his knee to kick them further apart. She felt him settle between her legs, his hips pressing into hers and his erection pushing against the thin material of her underwear.
He knelt over her, his forearms either side of her head, his blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly, and he brought his face down to kiss her.
She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue as he slid it slowly between her lips and she sucked it gently, rolling her own tongue over his.
He groaned into her mouth and swore softly, his hips bucking into hers as he deepened the kiss.
She arched her breasts up towards him and he broke away from her lips and dipped his head to gently swirl his tongue around one nipple, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft pop and moving onto the other. She was wriggling underneath him, trying to get some friction against the hard length of him that rubbed deliciously, but too gently on top of her underwear.
He lifted his head for a moment, breathing hard.
‘Take them off’ was all he said before coming back up and kissing her again.
Hermione loved seeing more of the real Draco.
Now he was better mentally, he was better physically and emotionally. She saw more of who he must have been before the traumatic events of the war almost destroyed him.
Draco was quietly confident, he moved like a fox, still not loud and brash but self assured and assertive- used to getting what he wanted- and Hermione was more than happy to give it to him.
She basked in his adoring gaze, and let herself be worshipped by his hands and body, revelling in his attention. There was a slightly more overt, more aggressive sexual energy in him now, he needed it often, letting her know very obviously when that was.
His polite deference from the first time around was gone, he was possessive, slightly dominating. She loved it.
She peeled her underwear down her legs and lay back, legs open wide as she looked up into his face. He gave her another slow, sexy smile and bent down to kiss her. He held himself up on one arm as he brought his other down, forearm flexing and took hold of himself in one hand, squeezing around the straining hardness, and slowly moving his hand up and down as he brought the head of his cock, slick and throbbing to her entrance.
He didn’t push in straight away, instead he rubbed himself slowly against her clit, making her gasp and him take in a sharp breath, he did it a few times more. The soft pressure of it making Hermione clench and her teeth clamp shut as she trembled underneath him.
He exhaled shakily and lined himself up, she was desperate to feel him inside her, her hands pulling down on his shoulder blades as she resisted the urge to use her nails to pull him tighter to her.
His eyes looked into hers and she felt the head of him begin to stretch her as he finally began pushing inside her-
‘MALFOY!’ The sound of his name came suddenly from outside the front door, just down the hall from where they were. Hermione broke the kiss and moved to sit up.
‘Ignore it’ he said, kissing her again.
‘OPEN THIS DOOR MALFOY, YOU FUCKER,’ came Blaise’s voice. Louder this time.
‘ARE YOU SHAGGING IN THERE?’
‘For fucks sake’ Draco paused and looked towards the door. Hermione rose up on her elbows.
‘ITS RUDE TO LEAVE YOUR FRIENDS WAITING OUTSIDE AND WE’VE GOT PRESENTS! OPEN THE DOOR!’ Pansy’s voice now.
Hermione could hear them talking outside. Theo was sure they were definitely shagging inside. Pansy giggled.
‘I don’t care,’ came Blaise’s voice.
‘If you don’t open the door Malfoy, I’ll open it myself’ Blaise’s voice was teasing.
A pause.
‘Ok then! ALOHAM-‘
Draco jumped off Hermione and she’d just managed to pull a blanket over them both before the door blasted open and their three friends entered, laden down with balloons, presents and what looked like a huge cake with Draco’s face printed on it.