Chapter 5

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ONE WEEK TO THE WEDDING

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"Mi? Earth to Hermione!" Ginny cried in outrage.

"Hmm...what?" Hermione snapped back to attention.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You are the absolute worst."

She pointed to the various plates of cake in front of her, "Mi, you need to pick a fucking cake for your sodding wedding."

Hermione laughed, she picked up the fork and dove into a scrumptious chocolate cake with double the icing.

She closed her eyes and savoured the sweetness, "Mmmm...I think we've found ourselves a winner."

She pushed the plate towards Ginny and nodded her approval.

Ginny forked a piece, tasted it and exclaimed through wide eyes, "Merlin, that's yum."

They had waited till the last minute to get the cake because Hermione was swamped with work at the Ministry and could not get away.

Not that Ron could be trusted with it, he couldn't be trusted with anything except to probably show up on time for the wedding.

The Tenth Anniversary Celebration of the Great Battle was in a couple of months and Kingsley had put her in charge of every detail, it was a tedious job.

Cormac graciously helped her but she went through every meticulous detail on her own.

Cake settled, they walked through the streets of Diagon Alley to the next shop on their list.

Hermione stood in the dressing room trying her best to pull up the dress.

She grunted and pulled it to the top.

It was beautiful! Simple and elegant. It was so her!

The bodice of the dress was tight-fitting and intricately worked on with little silver beads and since it was off-shoulder the veil fell beautifully around her petite shoulders.

The airy chiffon material below her waistline hugged her figure at the waist and flowed to the ground along with a three-meter-long train.

The train followed her around as she walked in silver high heels.

Ginny sipped on a glass of champagne and flipped through the bridal magazines waiting for Hermione to make her appearance.

Hermione emerged from the room with the help of the attendant and asked timidly, "So, what do you think Ginny?"

Ginny stood up and her hands flew to her mouth, "Oh, wow Mi, you look absolutely breathtaking."

She gushed over Hermione and added lovingly, "My brother is a lucky man."

They left the store and headed to The Leaky Cauldron, the two girls leaned into their chairs and ordered Firewhisky.

It had been a long bloody day.

Just as the barmaid brought over their drinks, Ginny felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

She turned around to see a handsomely tall man in casual clothing, standing before her with a big smile.

"BLAISE," Ginny cried excitedly, she hugged him tightly and gestured to the chair next to her.

Hermione rose to give Blaise a peck on his cheek.

Blaise smiled warmly and added, "Can't stay for long, Theo and Draco are joining me here, it's our monthly pathetic attempt at bonding away from work."

Hermione couldn't help but feel a tad bit excited, she hadn't seen Draco since they had danced at the club.

He had occupied her thoughts more frequently than she cared to admit.

Perhaps, she needed to sow some wild oats before getting hitched.

A halfhearted grin curved her lips.

Draco spotted her sitting with Blaise and the Girl Weasel through the window.

Fucking great, what the hell was she doing here?

Theo was right behind him, "Draco my man, what's up mate?"

Draco shook his friend's hand and they entered.

Hermione glanced at Draco's approaching figure and gave him a weak smile.

His black turtleneck was a beautiful contrast against his pale skin and Theo was beside himself.

He gestured to himself and grinned smugly, "Girls, Ladies looks like this is your lucky day."

They all groaned, and Draco smacked Theo on the head.

He rolled his eyes and thought, Bloody idiot.

The three men had been a force to be reckoned with at school, they were popular, intelligent and girls just loved them.

Hermione had always marvelled at how they were so different but yet so close.

They were all handsome, Draco with his pale skin and platinum blonde hair, Theo with his dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and Blaise with his black hair and impressive physique.

They turned heads when they walked the halls at Hogwarts.

Hermione did a quick look around the Pub and giggled, by the looks of it nothing had changed.

The women and quite a few men were staring at the three men expectantly, she snorted into her drink.

Blaise was in deep conversation with Ginny, without interrupting, Draco and Theo took the remaining seats at the table.

Draco placed their order while Theo went to greet another friend.

He avoided making eye contact with Hermione, but she spoke nervously, "How have you been?"

Draco turned to face her with lazy eyes, "I'm fine, Granger."

He eyed the bags and wedding dress inside its protective bag, and added sarcastically, "Busy getting ready for the upcoming nuptials I see."

Hermione blushed and averted her gaze.

Theo pulled back the chair and mused, "Congratulations Granger, didn't know another one was about to bite the dust."

Blaise glanced at Hermione and his gaze drifted to Draco slightly, "Congrats Granger, Weasley I presume?"

Ginny punched him playfully, "Of course, who else would it be?"

Hermione flinched at the comment.

Guess everyone saw her with Ron and no one else.

She felt exhausted suddenly.

Draco sipped his drink while eyeing a beautiful woman at the bar, she lowered her eyes flirtatiously, batted her long lashes and smiled at him.

Seriously, could this man not go anywhere without picking up a woman?

Hermione gagged; it was sickening to watch.

He shifted in his seat, his fingers accidentally brushed up against her thigh.

She stiffened and nervously edged away from him.

Catching her reaction, he watched in amusement as she scurried away from him like a frightened mouse.

Moving closer, the chair scraping against the hardwood floors but the chatter in the bar drowned it out.

Need overtook principle, he boldly placed his hand on her thigh, his long fingers edging upwards.

Hermione swallowed but made no effort to move away.

Draco stared deep into her chocolate brown orbs; studying her every reaction.

Hermione knew that look but she refused to back down.

This was a dangerous game to play with Draco, he wasn't a man you toyed with.

She was already mildly wet, he grinned and licked his bottom lip.

Draco let his fingers play with the outline of her silky thong, ready to slip a finger in when Hermione suddenly shot up.

His hand fell to his side clumsily, it felt warm with arousal.

Besides Draco, the others eyed Hermione strangely, Ginny gave her a concerned look, "Mi, are you ok?"

Hermione composed herself, "Yes, it's hot in here, I'm just going outside for a bit."

Once outside she leaned against the brick wall and doubled over, holding onto her sides as she took in a deep, shaky breath of fresh air.

Fuck! What the bloody hell was happening?

Hermione barely had time to straighten, glancing sideways she saw Draco standing by her side.

Before she could get a word out, he grabbed her wrist and they disapparated.

He let go of Hermione's hand and she fell backwards onto a luxurious black leather couch.

She studied his movements, he went directly to a beautifully built minibar.

Clear cut glasses hung from its top and colourful bottles adorned the sides.

He stood behind the bar and expertly fixed them a drink.

It looked like a Muggle alcoholic concoction.

He explained from across the room calmly, "I told Weaselette that I was taking you home because you were sick and for her to take the packages home with her, she did not look pleased, but she believed me."

Draco carefully left out the part where Blaise eyed him suspiciously and knowingly.

He knew at some point he would have to confront his best friend.

Blaise was no idiot!

He handed her a glass and sipped his.

Hermione took it willingly and took a large sip, the rich amber liquid burnt her throat, but it felt glorious.

It warmed her from within.

He plonked down next to her and watched her every movement intently.

Tossing his drink back, he thought irritably, What the hell was he doing? He had clearly lost his damn mind, but he fucking wanted her badly.

"Draco," Hermione whispered, it was enough to bring him to his knees.

He leaned in and cupped her face tenderly.

His long fingers moulded to the shape of her face.

She leaned into his touch willingly and he kissed her then, slow and passionately.

"No, please stop," Hermione pleaded unconvincingly while kissing him back eagerly.

She couldn't stop.

Merlin, she wanted him so much.

His eyes defiant and wild, Draco spoke to her in barely a whisper, "We need this, Granger, marry the red-headed fucker, but tonight you belong to me."

There was a dangerous finality in his voice that was not to be trifled with.

Hermione pressed her lips together and nodded.

Taking her small trembling hand in his, he led her to the bedroom.

She surrendered to him, he was right, they needed this so much.

Wildly looking around his room, she barely had time to marvel at how impressive it was.

His arm went around her waist and he drew her close.

Merlin, that heavenly smell, Hermione took in a deep sniff of it.

She was so close, having her close was all he ever wanted.

Draco smelt her hair and gently turned Hermione to face him.

His hands slid up and down her arms and brought her closer to his body.

She came willingly, she always did.

This woman was made to be his yet she wasn't...

Life was cruel like that, he supposed.

They kissed tenderly, softly at first but after years of frustration, their dormant desire for each other spilt over.

The background melted away, they were seventeen and back in their Heads dorm, where they had found solace in each other.

Draco deepened the kiss, running his tongue across her bottom lip, Hermione moaned into his mouth.

Merlin, how he had missed the sounds she made.

It was her tongue that slipped into his mouth first and pushed against his, with utter desperation they clung onto each other.

He could feel her nervous rapid heartbeats, as he moved his fingers to cup her face while he kissed her, savouring the taste.

Her fingers were in his hair, lightly dropping to caress his neck.

Tearing himself away from her soft lips, his lips trailed along her neck.

Draco took his time to taste Hermione, sucking on her delicate flesh tantalizingly slowly. It had been far too long!

He was not about to rush it.

The turtleneck was in the way, Draco roughly yanked it off and threw it down, leaving Hermione looking breathless.

Her fingers trembled, as she slowly traced them along his toned body, his muscles rippling to her touch.

Draco pulled Hermione to him once again and slowly undid her shirt buttons, kissing each area as it got exposed.

She wore a black lacy bra, taking an erected rosy nipple in his mouth through the silky soft material, he unhooked it and tossed it aside.

Hermione leaned back, pushing herself further into Draco and his delicious mouth.

She felt his fingers undo the zip on her skirt next, and it fell to the ground joining her discarded bra in a crumpled mess at her feet.

She delicately stepped out of the skirt at her ankles, while Draco nibbled and sucked on her tender breasts.

He twirled his tongue around a nipple, feeling the hardened bud against his insistent tongue, before taking it fully in his mouth and sucking on it.

Bolts of pleasured electricity tore through Hermione and her hold on Draco tightened.

Running his tongue back up to her neck, he bit down gently on her ear lobe.

Placing firm hands on her buttocks, Draco lifted Hermione and she wrapped her legs around him tightly, holding onto his broad shoulders.

Even with her thong and his trouser in the way, she felt his impressive erection straining against the material.

Draco carried Hermione to the bed and laid her down amidst black silk sheets.

The wanting, the need, the fucking tension, he had felt since seeing her weeks ago, grabbed him by his very centre and pulled him to her.

It had consumed him whole and there was no going back.

"I've missed you," Draco groaned into Hermione's ear. He meant every word.

"Draco, you feel so good," she told him breathlessly, running her fingers along his back.

He kissed along her neck, savouring the sweetness so ardently offered. Her skin awakened to his touch, as he placed airy kisses along her flat stomach.

Draco gently sucked on the side of her waist, leaving his mark. Hermione let out a loud gasp, her toes digging into the bedding.

The wetness, she possessed was dampening the material that covered her sex and he felt its heat the closer he got to her core.

Pulling down her thong slowly, he lifted her legs out of it.

His breath hitched and Draco swallowed, as he saw the glistening wetness that had welcomed him time and time again in their closed quarters back at Hogwarts.

He couldn't resist! Draco ran his tongue slowly along her opening and placed a kiss on the top of her clit.

Hermione's fingers tightened in his hair. She watched him, he stared right back not breaking eye contact. His intensity burning into her soul.

His gaze shifted, as he moved his tongue expertly inside her pink folds, licking the delicate flesh and swirling his tongue around before sucking on her swollen bud.

Hermione cried out. Oh, fucking hell! What was he doing? She hoped he wouldn't stop.

she was lost, all thoughts of Ron, her upcoming nuptials, everything vanished!

The only thing to remain was the man before her, bringing her to the crucial point of no return she craved. Only Draco could give her that blissful release.

He withdrew his tongue and she let out a whimper. No! So close!

Draco smiled against her smooth thigh.

He ran his lips along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, placing airy kisses that made the skin under tingle and pulsate.

Turning his attention to the other, he relentlessly made sure no area of her body went untouched.

He inserted a finger into her wetness, she did not expect that. Fuck, she was dripping.

Hermione moaned aloud at the intrusion but welcomed his finger working inside of her, one finger became two as he continued his slow assault.

His erection was getting unbearable, it strained against his trousers. Draco reluctantly tore himself away from Hermione and stood up.

Looking down at the beautiful woman, he unbuttoned his trousers.

A sudden jolt of excitement tore through him.

Hermione moved her arm above her head and gazed at him in anticipation.

She took him in, his arm muscles, the toned bodyline and his manhood.

It was the body of a man and not the boy who made love to her years ago.

Sucking on her lower lip, she bit down hard and gently spread her legs to make room for him.

He lowered himself between her thighs gently, allowing her to adjust to his weight.

His lips claimed hers once again and he bent down to suckle on her throat and her fingers roamed across his back and firm buttocks.

Draco moved his head up to hers and locked eyes with her. 

Placing his throbbing erection at her wet entrance, he pushed in hard.

He wanted to see her face when she took him in, he wanted to see the intensity and by Merlin, she did not disappoint.

She never did...

The pleasure was instantaneous, it ripped through them.

He groaned aloud, completely lost within her, "Fuck Granger, you're so tight." 

She felt fucking amazing against his shaft. He drowned in her slick juices.

Hermione could not contain herself, she moaned loudly, and her fingers dug into his back holding him close.

Draco moved with purpose, building up a beautiful rhythm as every inch of him was now buried deep within her.

She had missed him more than words could say.

"Faster Draco, faster," she pleaded with him.

He loved how she thrust into him and matched his movements.

Bending to take a rosy nipple in his mouth, he increased the speed while sucking on her aroused little nub.

Oh, she was close very close!

She was squirming at an alarming rate under him.

They were both bathed in sweat and it dripped down his back and onto her body.

Draco held her close and thrust into her relentlessly.

The raw sound of flesh hitting flesh, echoed through the confinements of his bedroom.

Fuck!

He was losing control fast, his desire accumulated, ready to spurt forth.

"Babe, I'm going to come," Hermione whispered urgently.

Her hold on him tightened, nails digging into his arm and shoulder.

With a loud moan, she fell back against the pillow and her climax tore through her.

Hermione moaned his name, "Draco." It was faint but he heard it.

It had been so long since she experienced anything like this.

Holding her down firmly, Draco claimed Hermione's lips once more.

With one final, hard push he came undone deep within her.

His release crippled him, and he smothered a deep growl into her mouth.

She held him close to her body never once letting go, her fingers trailed up his back and into his hair.

He spilt into her until he was completely spent.

Completely exhausted, he collapsed on top of her.

It was even better than they recalled.

Draco slowly opened his eyes to meet Hermione's fiery brown orbs staring at him full of fire and passion.

Pieces of rogue hair had fallen onto her face, he brushed away the wild strands to look at her.

Reluctantly, he withdrew and moved to the side, she moved closer to him nuzzling into his neck.

Giving him one final kiss, she turned to get off the bed.

Draco held onto her tightly and asked softly, "Stay for a bit, Granger."

It was a heartfelt request.

Hermione was always putty in his hands, she slid back between the sheets and before she knew it, they had fallen asleep.

It was dark when Hermione stirred, she quickly sat up and reached for her Muggle communication device, a mobile phone.

She groaned, "Shit!" she had eight miss calls, three from Ginny and five from Ron.

Oh No, Ron! She thought guiltily, what the fuck had she done? She had to get home.

Hermione held the sheet up to cover her nakedness and glanced over at the man sleeping next to her.

Merlin, he was a sight to look at. It took all of her willpower to leave him, but she had to do it.

Hermione tiptoed around the room picking up her discarded clothes when the room filled with light.

Draco woke up, "Were you seriously going to fucking leave without telling me?" he growled accusingly at her.

He got up, not bothering to cover his nakedness he reached for his pants and pulled them up. "Of course not, I'm looking for my clothes," she added defensively, reaching under the bed for her shoe.

"Why don't you just spend the night here?" Draco suggested hopefully.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You know I can't."

Draco closed the distance between them and stared deep into her eyes.

"Why? Why can't you stay the night with me?" he demanded, the hurt apparent in his voice.

"I love Ron," Hermione replied, her confidently wavering.

Draco let out a sarcastic laugh. "You try so hard to convince yourself that you're in love with that idiot but you don't love him, Hermione."

Still damp from their lovemaking, he pointed to his bed and accused through clenched teeth, "You wouldn't have been able to pick Weasley out of a lineup."

Hermione took a step back refusing to back down, she fixed him with a look, "I've made up my mind, what we did was a mistake and even if I want you sexually, it will never happen again."

Her words gutted him, it pierced his heart but he kept his composure.

He stepped back further, watched her get dressed and sneered, "As you wish, Granger."

He reached for the buzzer and Hermione stopped him, "Don't you dare call Bernard."

She scolded, "I can find my way home."

Draco watched as the fiery Gryffindor left his flat.

He punched the wall in frustration.

Fuck! She got under his skin.

Hermione was the one woman he couldn't have and the only woman to dismiss him when she pleased.

He was a fucking Malfoy, nobody treated him like that.

Fuck her, let her marry the bloody pauper.