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Draco led Hermione into his room. A flick of his wand and the candles he'd arranged earlier flamed to life, bathing the room in a soft glow. The blues and recently added purples mixed with the firelight making the room look like a sunset over open waters.
He drew her into his arms and gazed into her eyes. "Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?" he asked.
A smile quirked at her lips, "You might have mentioned it," she said, her hands sliding up his forearms to wrap around his neck.
"It bears repeating. You are so beautiful. Having you here with me is a fantasy come to life."
He kissed her then. The soft, tender caress became hungry and demanding as their desire for each other mounted. Her hands drifted down to the buttons of his tuxedo jacket as she kissed him. Once she loosened the buttons, her hands slid back up to push the jacket off his shoulders. He let his arms fall to his side so the jacket would fall to the floor.
He started backing them up to the settee at the foot of his bed as she loosened the knot of his bow tie. He turned and guided her to sit down dropping to his knees in front of her. He grasped her ankle and slid the silver-heeled sandal off her foot, massaging the arch of her foot. He grasped the other ankle and repeated the same treatment to her other foot, relishing in her hums of appreciation.
He found the jeweled combs in her hair and pulled them out. Her hair, once released from its hold, fell in a riot of curls over her shoulder. Draco ran his hands along her scalp, massaging life back into her tender scalp. His attention was rewarded with her shivers of delight. He knew it was uncomfortable for her to have all that hair up too long and left her with headaches and a sore head.
She worked the buttons on his shirt, untucking his shirt, and taking the cufflinks out of his cuffs. He heard the clink as they were set on the table beside her hair combs. Hermione stood up and turned, presenting her back to him. He found the tie of the corset backing at her hips and worked loose the knot and loosened the ties so that it could be drawn down. A sigh of relief escaped Hermione as corset loosened and allowed her to breath more freely.
Draco circled her running his fingertips lightly down her neck and shoulder then across the tops of her cleavage. He delighted in the goosebumps that trailed along after his fingers and the hitch in her breathing. The bodice of the dress gaped now that he'd loosened it, giving him an enticing view of what treasures lay underneath.
"Is this what you want, my lioness?" he asked huskily.
He stared into those chocolate eyes searching for any hint of hesitation on her part. He could see the heat in her eyes as she looked back at him. She licked her lips and he had to resist the desire to capture the pink tongue that darted out.
She pushed his gaping dress shirt off his shoulders to fall on the floor by her shoes. The undershirt soon followed and was dropped to the floor. Her hands ran across his bared waist right above the waistband of his pants, reminding him that she still had her gloves on. The silky touch sent thrills of pleasure shooting down to his groin. The touch traveled up over his abs and pecs, drifting across the scar across his chest from the battle with her best friend, to settle around his neck again. She drew his head down to her lips.
"Make love to me, Draco," she whispered against his mouth and rose up on her toes to kiss him.
He pulled her against him and growled against her mouth. The words he'd waited so long to hear coursing through his veins. He kept a hand fisted in her curls guiding her where he wanted her as he devoured her. The other hand traveled from her back to her waist to settle across the curve of her ass. He pulled her even closer grinding her erection against her silken core.
She broke away from the kiss to throw her head back and moan. He took advantage of her exposed neck to kiss his way down the expanse of creamy flesh, nipping her at the base of her neck, earning him another deep-throated moan. He continued his descent across her collarbones and then pressing feather-light kisses across her cleavage.
"More, Draco," she moaned.
He tugged the dress down exposing her breasts to his view for the first time. He took a moment to marvel at them. Perfection. Large enough to fill his hand with dusky pink tips. He sat on the settee and pulled her between his legs, placing a kiss in the hollow between, over her heart.
"So beautiful," he murmured against her skin.
A hand brushing through his hair caused him to look up at her. He found her smiling down at him. The candlelight in the room reflecting in her eyes. The emerald and diamonds at her neck sparkled in the firelight against her bare skin.
He turned his head nuzzling into one mound. Her breathing quickened as he licked and kissed his way around the outside of one breast then turned his attention to the other and repeated the process. The hand in his hair tightened when he sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth, circling with his tongue before sucking hard on it. She gasped above him and arched her back. He scraped his teeth across her tightened bud then bit it lightly.
"Oh God! Draco!" she cried out, digging her hand into his hair, without the gloves it would have been painful.
He smiled as he switched his attention to the other side. He laved and nibbled until her cries were echoing off the walls of the room. He worked her gown down over her hips as he sucked on the dusky tip in his mouth.
She pulled hard on his hair dislodging him from his worshipping attention with a plop. She crashed her lips down on his kissing him fiercely. Her bared breasts touched the hot skin of his chest and they both groaned at the contact.
"Please, Draco. I need you, now!" she pleaded.
"So demanding, my lioness," he said.
Draco tugged the dress the rest of the way off. With the exception of her gloves, she was completely bared to him. His gaze traveled down her midriff and the slight swell of her belly to land on the small triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs.
He ran a finger her across her nether lips and said, "No knickers, lioness?"
She grinned down at him, "Ginny said they would ruin the line of the dress."
He smiled widely, doing his best impersonation of a Cheshire cat. It was a good thing he hadn't known earlier that she was walking around completely bare under that dress. He definitely would have pressed her against a wall and had his way with her or climbed under the dress and had her ride his face until she screamed her release.
"I think we should definitely make that a rule. No knickers under dresses."
He picked up his wand and vanished her gloves. They felt wonderful but he wanted to feel her hands on him. He picked her up out of the pile of clothes and carried her over to the bed. He set a knee in the mattress and lay her gently in the middle of the bed. She took his wand from his hand and cast a contraceptive charm over herself. Curious that it responded to her but those questions could wait for another time.
He kicked off his shoes, shucked his pants and boxers together, and pulled off his socks, flinging them from him in indecent haste. He caught the appreciative glint in her eye as he climbed into the bed beside her. He lay on his side and pulled her into his arms pressing a tender kiss to her lips. He ran a hand along the bared flesh of her back and buttocks, kneading the fleshy globes and marveling at the soft lushness of her. She was so perfect. Her womanly softness melding perfectly against his hardness.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, making sure that this was what she still wanted. Seeking reassurance that she was ready for this next step with him.
"I'm yours and you're mine, Draco. Make love to me," she said, running her hand across his face.
He moved so that he was atop her. He took her legs and placed them on either side of his hips. Draco looked into Hermione's eyes as he grasped the hard length of his erection and ran the tip across her wet lips. She moaned softly at the feel of him there. He settled his cock at her entrance and sunk down to his elbows above her claiming her lips as he eased his hips forward sliding slowly into her wet heat. Home, it was like coming home. Like knowing everything you ever wanted was right there as you opened the door and stepped inside.
Once she was fully impaled on him, he broke the kiss to look in her eyes once more. Her chocolate eyes glimmered and he touched her face. She smiled up at him and he caught the glimmer in the candlelight as a single tear fell from the corner of her eye. She covered his hand with her own and pulled him down to kiss her again.
Hermione thrust her hips against him slightly, indicating she wanted him to start moving. He withdrew and thrust slowly back into her, her own hips coming back up to meet him. They continued with the slow thrust and withdraw until sweat dripped down his face from trying to maintain control. Her moans were making it difficult for him to keep the tight rein. He could feel the tension building up at the base of his spine, begging to be released.
He could feel the flutters and clenching around him of her impending orgasm as he continued to thrust into her, changing the angle of his hips and finding that spot inside that that made her moan his name. He reached between them with and found the bundle of nerves that had her writhing under him. She was close. He could feel it. Her walls were gripping his cock like a vise. He used his other hand to grab the cuff on her arm by her head, amping up the red-hot desire pumping through them both.
"Look at me, my lioness," he said.
Her heavy-lidded gaze found his as he continued to thrust into her, picking up the pace. Her hand came up to rest on his cheek tenderly. He kissed her palm.
"Come for me, my lioness. I'm not going to be able to last much longer. You feel so good."
He tweaked her clitoris as he thrust into her hard. The change in friction was all that was needed to send her over the edge. She screamed his name as she shattered and flew. He thrust into her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, sending him flying over the precipice as well.
"HERMIONE!" he roared as he emptied himself into her.
He collapsed in exhaustion on top of her, panting hard and burying his face into the crook of her neck. The rapid rise and fall of her chest matching his own. She moved her captured wrist and he let go of the cuff. Her hands ran along his arms and back causing gooseflesh to rise in the wake of her touch.
"That was...am...amazing," she said quietly with wonder.
"Earth-shattering," he mumbled into her hair.
He regained enough strength to stop squishing her with his weight and rolled off of her, pulling her with him so that she was draped on top of him and ran his hand down her hair and back. He tipped her face up to his and kissed her, slow and sweet pouring all the unsaid words into the feel of her lips against his. He felt the wetness of her tears against the palm of his hand.
He pulled back and brushed away the tears with his thumbs. "Why are you crying, love?"
"I'm just so happy," she said, laying her head on his chest.
He accio'ed his wand to him from the nightstand and extinguished the candles in the room and pulled the blankets up to cover them both. She scooted into him slinging a leg over his and her hand coming to rest on his chest over his heart. He tightened his arm around her and covered her hand with his own. He could feel her body relaxing into sleep. Just before he drifted off with her, he sighed feeling more complete and at peace than he had ever felt.
"The car is going to be here in fifteen minutes. Let's get a move on ladies!" Draco shouted up the stairs.
He'd arranged for a car to take them to King's Cross Station and back. Apparating with children and trunks was not ideal or fun so they were making the hour drive from Cokeworth to London.
Rose came bounding down the stairs in a green and red sweater with Santa Claus on it and a headband with blinking antlers. "Daddy, Minerva is coming home from school," the girl said excitedly, "Do you think she'll like her room?"
"I know, princess, and if she doesn't like her room, then we can change it. Go get your jacket on. It's almost time to go."
Hermione came down the stairs next. The fitted purple sweater catching his attention as it accentuated the sway of her breasts as she moved down the stairs. "My eyes are up here," she said, teasing him.
"Sorry," Draco apologized a little sheepishly.
He didn't really mean to stare but the sway of her body mesmerized him now. Granted, it had before but now he knew what she concealed under those clothes. He knew what she tasted like and what her skin felt like, flushed and sweaty against his. A week had passed since they had first made love after the ball. A week of discovery and stolen moments during the day. A week of steamy nights that caused them to put silencing charms on the room. Of falling asleep with her in his arms and waking up with her still there. It felt like a dream.
"Don't worry about it. I was mentally undressing you as well," she smirked at him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Tempt not a desperate man, my lioness."
He ran his tongue around the shell of her ear causing her to squeal and swat at him. "Desperate," she said, " We just...you know...this morning before breakfast."
They had to be careful of little ears that heard too much and found inopportune moments to repeat what she heard. Said "little ears" was currently racing towards them with her jacket on.
"I'm always desperate for...you know... with you," he said quietly, holding open Hermione's jacket for her to slip her arms into. "You ready to go, princess?" he asked Rose.
He opened the front door and ushered Hermione and Rose out the door to the waiting car. The driver had gotten out when he saw the front door open and stood waiting for them with the back door open.
"Really, Draco! A limo? Is that really necessary?" Hermione said exasperated as she slid in the back of the limo behind Rose.
"What! I have long legs. I like to stretch out," Draco said, getting in and closing the door behind them.
Rose was lying on the bench seat across from them giggling.
"See, Rose likes the limo."
"I could have driven us to the train station."
"Then you would've had to deal with traffic and parking. You would've been stressed out and the kids would've started arguing because you were stressed out. I'm really doing this for you. You should thank me," Draco grinned roguishly at her.
"Did you take a limo to drop Scorpius off at the train station?" she asked after she swatted at him.
Draco grabbed onto her hand after it smacked into his chest. "No," he said, "It was just the two of us. We took a town car there and I planned on apparating home so it just dropped us off. There are five of us now so I want everyone to be comfortable. I didn't ask you to drive because I know you're already stressed out about the girls going over to Weasley's. I can't do anything to make that easier but I can take this stress off your shoulders."
He was delighted when Hermione melted against him. They rode that way with her head resting on his shoulder. He enjoyed these quiet moments with her. Scorpius was coming home. So much had changed since he last made this trip. It was astounding how much his life had changed in three and a half months.
"Daddy?" Rose sat up looking at him. Those blinking antlers causing him to smile at their silliness.
"Yes, princess," Draco said.
"You're my daddy, right?" she asked.
"And Scorpy is your son, right?"
"Yes," he said slowly.
"Does that make Scorpy my brother?" she asked.
Draco froze at the question. He looked at Hermione and pleaded for help. They hadn't discussed this. He wasn't quite sure how Scorpius would react to being unceremoniously adopted by Rose as her new brother.
"Honey, this is going to be very new for Scorpius and Minerva. You're used to seeing us together and living at Spinner's End. Minerva is moving to a new house. Scorpius is now living with three girls. We need to give them time to adjust to all the changes."
Draco, Hermione, and Rose passed through the magical barrier and walked onto the crowded platform. They found Harry and Ginny talking with Theo and Daphne. Albus came running up to Rose and tried taking her antlers away from her to try on. Rose screeched and started running away from Albus, causing Albus to give chase. Hermione pointed her wand at the two running, screeching children when they got too close to the edge of the platform. The children returned to stand before Hermione as if they'd been lassoed and pulled back in by invisible bonds.
"It's getting too crowded for you two to be running around like a bunch of hooligans," Hermione admonished, "Albus if you want to try on Rose's antlers, you should ask nicely. Rose, you should let your cousin try on your antlers."
"Yes, Auntie. Rose, can I try on your antlers, please?" Albus pleaded with his little fists clenched together under his chin. It seemed like the kid had turned pleading into an art form.
Rose slid off the headband and put it on her cousin's head with a plea to be careful with them.
Harry leveled a look at Draco, "Care to tell me why my house looks like a bloody florist shop, Malfoy?"
Draco laughed. He'd gone a bit overboard. He was a Malfoy. It should be expected by now. "Just a simple thank you for a helpful bit of fashion advice you wife had a hand in."
"I didn't give you any fashion ad..." Ginny started to say, then looked at Hermione, who was smiling and back at Draco, who was grinning, "Oh...oh!"
Harry shook his head, "I don't want to know," but Draco caught the smile Harry tried to hide by rubbing his face.
Tracey and Blaise walked up with Helena and Greg just as the train was pulling in to the station. The doors opened and excited children flooded out of the train. Draco spotted the Baby Snakes walking together at the back of the platform. He spotted his son's distinctive hair beside the curly brown hair of Florence Zabini. Florence said something to Minerva beside her and the sunlight glinted off of Minerva's fiery locks as she threw her head back and laughed. Drake pulled on a lock of her hair when the wind blew it in his face. James and Helena appeared to be arguing intently about something. Draco also noticed that Fred Brown was walking by himself behind them and shooting sullen glances at the group of friends.
Rose broke from the group of adults and launched herself at her sister. Minerva hugged her fiercely and held her hand as they all walked the rest of the way to where the adults were gathered. Curious glances were shot at Hermione and Draco as Minerva and Scorpius listened to Rose's chatter.
"Mum says we can decorate the house when we get home and Tansy said she would make cookies and Nana Cissa said she would come over to help and..." Rose was saying.
"Nana Cissa?" Draco mouthed at Hermione, who shrugged and shook her head.
"Breathe, Rose," Minerva said, laughing.
The kids all broke up into groups to hug their parents. Draco pulled Scorpius to him and squeezed him hard.
"Dad, you're crushing me," Scorpius said.
"Sorry, buddy. I just missed you," Draco said, loosening his hold on his son but not letting him go. Three and a half months was a long time to be separated from a child.
"So, Dad, Hermione, Minerva, and Rose are living with us now?" Scorpius asked.
"Yes, remember we talked about that during Parents" Day and in the letters," Draco said, "Are you going to be okay with that?"
Scorpius shrugged, "I think I'll be okay. I'm sure it will take some getting used to. I get along with Minerva just fine."
"You'll like Hermione and Rose too," Draco reassured his son.