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Draco wiped his hand on his trousers as he took in the scene before him. Large lit up signs and colourful posters lined the walls. The brightness of it all was dizzying—he was sure it was the most overstimulating environment he had ever been in. Although, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes would be a close second.
His nerves weren't only the result of being in a muggle cinema for the first time; it was also his and Hermione’s first Valentine’s Day together, and first real date. Draco wanted it to be perfect.
Over the course of their eighth year, the two went from awkward peers, to a full blown relationship by the time they graduated. Becoming acquaintances had angered some of their classmates, so they decided to keep their little bubble as private as possible until they chose to make it public-hence their reason to only go for a date in the muggle world.
Draco had wanted to take Hermione to an expensive muggle restaurant. His witch didn't care that he was filthy rich, but he still thoroughly enjoyed spoiling her. So, Draco casually asked Potter—who he was doing Auror training with— if he knew of any posh establishments in muggle London. Without hesitation, Potter suggested one named McDonald’s. It didn’t sound fancy, but the bespeckled man eagerly assured him that it was.
Hermione lit up when he asked her to go for dinner instead of a romantic meal at his flat. However a cheeky look crossed her face, and she asked if they could go to the cinema instead. Draco would do anything for his witch, so he agreed without complaint, and mentally planned to take her to McDonalds next time.
A soft squeeze of his hand brought him back to the moment, and he cringed internally, embarrassed how clammy his hands were. Draco tried to pull it away, but she tightened her grip and gave him a reassuring smile.
“I know it’s overwhelming, but I promise once we get inside the theatre it will be better. Darker and less noises and lights.”
This was why Draco already knew that he wanted to marry her. He never would have guessed that Hermione Granger of all people would be the one to truly see him. She broke through his defences without even trying, and was able to read him better than anyone else could.
Salazar, he was madly in love with her, although they had not said those three important words yet.
The attendant called them next. Since Hermione was the expert, they agreed she would choose the movie. He wasn’t sure what she picked, but by the time they got popcorn and were seated in the back row, only a handful of other patrons filled the theatre with them, all a few rows lower than they were.
Hermione had made him watch movies on the muggle telly box before, so he was already familiar with this medium. As the film began, he was surprised that it didn’t appear to be romantic in the slightest.
“I thought you would choose a love story, not… what is this?” He asked as a scared looking boy appeared on screen. Hermione shrugged.
“I picked it because it’s been out for a couple of weeks and I didn’t think it would be very busy.” Just after she said it, her hand landed high on his thigh.
Her eyes remained on the screen as her hand moved higher. She gave his now half hard cock a firm squeeze that caused him to release a low grunt, at a moment where everything else was silent. A woman a few rows down turned and glared at him.
“You have to keep quiet, Draco,” she purred, her eyes still glued to the screen.
He didn’t reply, too engrossed in watching her. With an effortless and impressive bout of wandless magic, Hermione flicked her hand, undoing his belt and opening his trousers.
She flicked her other hand too, but he didn’t notice any change. Before he could ask, she reached into his pants and began pumping his length. Draco gripped the armrests tightly and grit his teeth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered quietly after a minute when her thumb ran over his already leaking tip.
“Brilliant idea.”
Draco almost whimpered when she pulled her hand away, but then she vanished the armrest between them and climbed onto his lap, still facing the large screen. As his cock slotted against her soaked folds, he realized that she had not been wearing any knickers beneath her pleated skirt. She began rocking herself back and forth, coating him in her slick.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered as he began sucking on her neck. She released a breathy laugh, before raising herself up, grabbing his length, and slowly lowering herself onto him.
When he was completely sheathed within her, she reached for the popcorn still on her seat, ate a couple kernels and stared at the screen. Draco tried to use his hands to make her move, but she remained firmly planted on him.
“Love, what the hell are you doing?” Draco asked incredulously, keeping his voice low.
“Watching the movie,” she replied, although he noticed her voice was shaky. After a moment she turned her face back to him, wearing a cheeky smile. “We talked about cockwarming and exhibitionism a few weeks ago. This seemed like the perfect place to try both.”
Draco huffed an incredulous laugh. He cupped her face and whispered in her ear.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
She smiled brightly before turning back to the movie. Draco breathed heavily, looking at the large screen but not actually watching it, unable to focus on anything except Hermione’s hot cunt.
After what surely must have been an eternity, she squeezed him, and he buried his face into her neck, willing himself not to come. It was agony. It was amazing. When she did it again a moment later, Draco decided that if she wanted to tease him, then he would give it right back.
He slipped his hand beneath her skirt and reached around her front, quickly finding her clit and lightly circling it. Hermione stopped squeezing him, and he noticed her breathing change. He kissed the side of her neck as he continued to move his hand over her needy bud.
Hermione suddenly shot up, but before Draco could even ask her if she was okay, she spun around and hastily impaled herself back onto him in one fluid motion. He groaned, knowing it was too loud but unable to stop it.
She started to move, riding him with abandon. Her nails dug into his shoulders, so harshly that he knew she was leaving marks through his shirt. The thought of that caused Draco to begin thrusting up into her, releasing another much too loud moan.
“Shhh, Draco, we need to be quieter,” she whispered. Thankfully, whatever the hell was happening in the movie was louder than he was.
Probably. Hopefully.
“It’s hard when you feel so fucking good, love.”
This time she moaned, although quieter than Draco had. Even if they were completely silent, Hermione was soaked, and the wet noises of their coupling were almost obscene.
He was close, so he used one hand to pull down her low cut top and lacy bra, and took her nipple into his mouth, nipping, licking and sucking, until she broke.
As she clamped down, she threw her head back and released a keening cry. Draco bit down on her shoulder in a half arsed attempt to be quiet as he spilled into her.
As they caught their breath, Draco finally looked around, expecting to see all of the other patrons staring at them, except no one was.
“There’s no way they didn’t hear us,” he whispered in confusion. When his gaze finally met hers, she was smirking.
“Muffliato and Muggle Repelling Charm’s work wonders. I didn’t fancy either of us getting arrested for public indecency.”
“I love you,” he thought to himself, however as her jaw dropped Draco realized he had actually said it aloud. Before he could take it back, her face broke into a dazzling grin and her eyes sparkled with tears.
“I love you too.”
He returned the grin and kissed her softly.
Yes, there was no doubt in his mind. Draco was going to one day marry this witch.