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Christmas Eve
Draco stepped out the floo vanishing the ash off of his shoulders with a flick of his hand. He had just returned home from an Auror mission with Potter. After being gone all week so close to the holidays, all Draco wanted to do was find his wife and sleep in his nice warm bed. He cast a quick tempus charm and realised it was only eight in the evening. Thinking about his wife’s habits, she still should be up.
“Hermione, my love. Where are you?” Draco called out from the parlour room. He owl’d her earlier today to let her know he would be home tonight. She was more than likely in their library cuddled up with a book that he would have to pry out of her hands to get her attention. Or she could be in their large clawed foot tub. He liked it when she was being the all swotty-hot scholar but a wet and soapy Granger was his preferred languid…for his purely selfish reason, of course.
“In here, Draco.” He heard Hermione call out from the sitting room, her voice beckoning to him like a siren’s call. Ah, there you are.
He walked down the short hallway to find his wife laying across a plush grey fur rug clothed in only a tiny sheer lace emerald green lingerie set complete with garters. Draco’s body froze from appreciation, admiring her body that was lit by the lights from the Christmas Tree and the roaring fire in the fireplace. Draco quickly thanked every deity he could think of for blessing him with the most beautiful witch he’d ever laid his eyes on.
“Did you miss me my dear?” Draco’s eyes slowly traced over Hermione’s body, starting at her black high-heeled feet following the curves of her body and ending at the long curly hair she left down to frame her face. She knew that he loved it when she left her hair down.. She looked like a perfect Christmas present, wrapped and waiting for him.
“Of course I missed you Draco,” she said, her voice sounding low and sultry. She ran her fingers across her body, inching closer to the thin band of her knickers with every swipe of her hand. Her obnoxiously enormous engagement ring and diamond-paved wedding band glistened in the dim light from the fire. He loved when she wore the full set of Malfoy rings she chose from the family vault. He loved everyone knowing she belonged to him.
“If this is what happens every time I go out of town on a work trip, I will volunteer to go more often,” Draco said as he toed off his dragon hide boots and unbuttoned his shirt. He took each article of clothing off slowly, all while his eyes were on Hermione and her eyes roaming Draco’s body from head to toe. Once Draco was stripped down to just his pants he dropped to his knees and crawled over towards Hermione. He reached her heeled feet and started to lean down to kiss her right ankle. He was close enough to her that he could smell the intoxicatingly familiar scent of her lotion on her legs. Draco could not wait to ravish his wife. Being without her for long periods of time was the worst part of these work trips.
“Oh no, Draco. You can admire, but you do not get to touch me.” Hermione said, spreading her legs. She laid on back on the bed of pillows behind her. Draco’s head perked up at Hermione’s words. Hermione punctuated the meaning by stopping him from getting any closer; She placed the tip of a black high heel to his chest and pushed it against his chest.
“Why ever not?” Draco asked, scrunching up his face to sulk. “I’ve been gone for a week and I’ve missed you, Hermione.” He felt disappointed and sat back on his heels looking at his wife longingly. He tried to move closer but was again stopped by her heel-clad foot.
“Because I said so.” Hermione smiled as she shook her head. “Now be a good boy and do as you’re told,” she said as she twirled a curl around her finger.
“You’re being mean, Mrs. Malfoy.” Draco faked a pout and crossed his arms. Hermione shot him a cheeky wink and blew him a kiss.
“Now let’s go over some rules. You are going to watch me touch myself,” she said slowly as she spread her legs further apart. “But you are not to touch me.” She tracing her fingers across her breast lightly teasing her nipples
“May I touch myself?” Draco questioned as he removed his pants, his breath coming out quicker and his heart beating faster. He already liked where this was going. He felt his cock grow achingly hard against the thin fabric of his pants. Hermione was in a playful mood and he was nothing if not a good husband, he would definitely go along with whatever she wanted.
“You may.” He watched the goosebumps trail across the expanse of her skin. Draco watched as his witch cupped her breast just like he would, pinching her perked rosy red nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Hermione let out a low moan.
One hand stayed on her breast as the other drifted down to her the apex of her thighs at a painfully slow pace. Pushing the emerald green lace to the side, she slid a finger into herself and let out another moan. Draco’s jaw hardened with want. He felt his chest clench. Her fingers continued to easily glide in and out of herself, now slick with her want.
“Gods, Draco, I’m soaked already,” she said as she dipped two fingers into herself, gathering her arousal and gliding it back to tease her clit. She bit her lip and started to increase her pace looking at Draco.
“Are you, my darling?” Draco said as he gripped himself tightly and began stroking his cock. He started slowly at the base,moving his hand to his tip and back down. He noticed her knickers were still on and accio’d them to himself to wrap around his hand as he continued to glide over his cock. Hermione hissed as the cool air hit her.
“I’m imagining this is your hand, Draco,” she said in a moan as she threw her head back into the pillows. He knew she was getting close, her cheeks were starting to flush bright pink and her breathing was growing heavy.
“You’re so beautiful like this Hermione. So perfect,” he groaned, stroking his cock in tandem with her fingers as she continued thrusting into herself.
Hermione moved her hand from pinching and playing with her nipples and lightly grazed across her body until she reached down to circle her clit. She was fucking her hand as Draco’s thumb swiped over the sensitive and throbbing head of his cock. Draco felt a tingling in his spine as he grew closer and closer to his release. She made eye contact with him and he could see her pupils were blown wide.
“Draco, I am so close .” Hermione’s breathing became erratic.
“Come for me, Hermione.” Draco said, furrowing his brow as he increased the speed at which he was stroking himself.
Her orgasm rushed through her body and Draco saw her body spasm from her release. Looking at his witch sent over the edge as he finished himself off, spilling over his stomach. Both of their chests were heaving as they tried to catch their laboured breathing. Once Draco was able to catch his breath, he waved his hand to clean up the mess.
“Draco, come here I’ve missed you,” Hermione said, spreading her arms so Draco could lay between them. Draco made his way over to Hermione and buried his face in her chest, absorbing her scent. He wrapped his arms around her middle.
“I’ve missed you Hermione,” he says as he squeezes her tighter to his body.
“How was your trip?” Hermione asked as she ran her fingers through his silky hair.
Draco took a deep breath in to inhale her perfume before responding. “It was fine. Just some meetings with MACUSA. Potter could have gone alone,” he said, rolling his eyes. Becoming Harry’s partner was the most questionable decision he'd ever made but it’s what brought him back into Hermione’s life. It all worked out in the end.
“I’m glad you’re back in time to celebrate Christmas with me,” she said as her nails started to rake down the back of his neck, sending chills down his spine.
“I didn’t care if the meetings were over with or not, I would never miss waking up with you on Christmas morning,” he said, lifting his head so he could place a sweet, chaste kiss on her lips.
“You’re so good to me, Draco.” Hermione smiled as Draco placed kisses all over her face.
“I love you, Hermione,” he said, pulling back to look her in the eyes with longing, and much devotion.
“I love you Draco. Happy Christmas,” she said, smiling sweetly at him still rubbing her hand down his back.
“Happy Christmas, my love.”