ME AND THE DEVIL- Dramione

Draco and Hermione had grown closer over the weeks, but a sense of unease lingered between them like a pendulum. One evening, as they sat in the cozy living room of their home, Draco broke the silence.

"Mother would like to have tea with you tomorrow," he said, his voice steady but tinged with uncertainty.

Hermione looked up from her book, her brows knitting together. "About? Is there something wrong?"

Draco shook his head slightly. "She didn't tell me anything specific. She just said she needs your time to have tea together."

Hermione sighed, her curiosity piqued but mixed with a hint of apprehension. "Alright, I suppose I'll find out soon enough."

She felt a pit in her stomach, unsure of what Narcissa wanted to discuss. She had already apologized for the past, and Hermione was certain she had no idea about the poison that had ended her late husband's life.. So it'll be fun.

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A knot of apprehension tightened Hermione's stomach as she approached Malfoy Manor. The imposing structure, a stark symbol of wealth and power, seemed to grow larger with each step. Narcissa's welcoming smile was a stark contrast to the icy dread creeping into Hermione's heart. The meticulously tended garden, a masterpiece of horticultural artistry, offered no solace against the storm brewing within her.

The delicate porcelain clinking against the saucer as Narcissa poured tea was a jarring intrusion into the tense silence. "Thank you for coming, Hermione," she said, her voice as smooth as the tea she poured. The artificial sweetness of her tone did little to dispel the growing unease in the air. Hermione managed a return smile, a brittle mask concealing the turmoil within. "Of course, Narcissa," she replied, her voice steady despite the churning in her gut. "What would you like to talk about?"

Narcissa took a deep breath, her gaze steady and filled with concern."Hermione, while I find immense joy witnessing your bond with Draco, I can't help but express concern regarding the weight of societal expectations you might be carrying as his wife. Your unwavering financial independence through rejecting an allowance and your reluctance to host social gatherings are admirable, but they also lead me to wonder if there's an underlying conflict between tradition and your personal desires."

"What do you want from me, Narcissa? Why are you hanging on so tight to the rope that I'm barely holding onto? WHAT should I be? A therapist, mother, maid? Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant? Just an appendage, living only to attend to Draco. Or perhaps you fear a woman who carves her own path?"

Narcissa's eyes softened, a hint of sadness in her expression. "Hermione, please forgive any antiquated notions I may have inadvertently conveyed. The weight of societal expectations, as you rightly point out, can be a stifling force. I deeply admire your strength and your pursuit of personal fulfillment. However, I hope you can understand that my anxieties stem from a place of affection and a respect for the established customs of our world. 

"My sole desire is to see Draco flourish, and I naively believed a traditional framework might provide the necessary support. Perhaps there exists a more nuanced approach, one that fosters the individual growth of both of you within this union. You are far more than a mere appendage, Hermione. I yearn for you to discover a happiness that transcends societal norms, a happiness you define for yourselves."

Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Narcissa, I understand wherever you're coming from, and I appreciate your concern. But I need you to understand that my sense of self-worth doesn't come from fulfilling traditional roles. I love Draco, truly, but I need to be more than just a wife who supports him. I need to have my own career, my own identity. I need to know that I am valued for who I am and what I can achieve, not just for the support I can provide. Draco and I are building a life together, but it's important that we both have the freedom to be ourselves within that life. I hope you can understand that."

Hermione took a deep breath, her voice trembling but resolute. "Narcissa, if we had a daughter, I'd watch and couldn't save her from the emotional torture she'd endure from the head of your high table. She'd do what you taught her, and she'd meet the same cruel fate. I can't bear the thought of that. So now,I can undo this mistake. At least I've got to try.

Narcissa took a really deep breath, her eyes softening with a mixture of empathy and determination. "Hermione, the concept of wife and mother extends far beyond the constraints of mere duty. It embodies a collaborative effort, a symbiotic existence where each partner uplifts and strengthens the other. While the traditional frameworks may appear inflexible, they are not immutable. We have the agency to redefine them, to craft a partnership that fosters mutual fulfillment and celebrates your individual ambitions."

"My dear, within the construct of marriage, your role transcends that of a mere servant. It is a partnership, an intellectual and emotional alliance where each party flourishes. The antiquated notions that bind our society may appear rigid, but they are not insurmountable. We possess the agency to forge a new paradigm, one that celebrates your individuality and empowers you to author the narrative of your marriage. 

Discard the expectations that do not resonate with you, and instead, utilize your remarkable strength and independence to redefine what it means to be Draco's wife. Forge a union that thrives on reciprocity and shared ambition, a testament to your unique brilliance."

Hermione looked at Narcissa, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and skepticism. "Do you feel like we are equals, Narcissa? Draco and I?"

Narcissa paused, considering her words carefully. "Hermione, while the nascent partnership between you and Draco is commendable, true parity requires diligent co-construction. Undoubtedly, Draco holds you in high esteem, a respect that forms a necessary foundation. However, marital equality transcends mere deference; it thrives on a reciprocal exchange of support, a confluence of responsibilities, and an unwavering commitment to transparent dialogue. It is a journey, not a destination, demanding constant effort from both parties."

Hermione nodded slowly, her mind racing with thoughts. "I want that. More than anything, I want us to be partners in every sense."

Narcissa smiled gently. "Then architect it, Hermione. Your intellect and fortitude are undeniable, and I have faith in Draco's capacity for evolution as well. Together, you have the potential to forge a marital paradigm that transcends convention."

Fucking bitch.

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Hermione burst through the penthouse door, her face etched with raw emotion. Tears streamed down her face as she collapsed onto the couch, her body wracked with sobs. Draco, startled by her sudden appearance, rushed to her side, his heart pounding with worry.

"My love, what's happened?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he gently pulled her into his arms. He cradled her head against his chest, his rhythmic heartbeat a soothing counterpoint to her distress.

After a few moments, Hermione managed to compose herself enough to speak. Her voice was barely a whisper as she looked up into his eyes. "Draco," she began, her voice trembling, "I need to understand. What do you expect from me as your wife?

His brow furrowed in confusion, his worry deepening. "Darling, where is this coming from?" He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "My only expectation is that we support and care for each other, just as we are doing it now."

A tear escaped, tracing a glistening path down Hermione's cheek. She shook her head, the movement conveying the inadequacy of his answer.

 "No, I mean really, Draco. What do you want from me? What role do you see me playing in your life, in this family?"

Her question hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the chasm that still existed between her and the Malfoys. Draco studied her, his gaze filled with a mixture of love and a dawning realization. He had, perhaps naively, believed that their love was enough, a force that could transcend the traditional expectations ingrained in his family for generations.

"I need you to be yourself, darling," he said finally, his voice filled with conviction. 

"That's all I've ever needed. I fell in love with the brilliant witch who challenged me, the compassionate friend who held me up when I faltered, the strong woman who defied expectations. I don't want you to be a trophy wife, a perfect embodiment of pureblood ideals. I want you by my side, as my partner, my equal."

His words washed over Hermione, a balm to the storm of doubt raging within her. Yet, a fresh wave of tears welled up in her eyes. "But your mother," she choked out, "she told me today that that's not enough. She said being your wife requires me to conform, to uphold the Malfoy name in a way that feels so...alien to me."

A flicker of anger ignited in Draco's eyes, hot and fierce. "What?" he growled, his voice laced with disbelief. "When did she say this?" 

 Draco's face hardened, his jaw clenching. He knew his mother's expectations were unreasonable, but he also understood the weight of tradition and family honor that rested upon her shoulders.

"She doesn't speak for me, Hermione," he said firmly. "I will protect you from her, and from anyone who tries to change you. You are the most extraordinary woman I know, and I refuse to let anyone dim your light."

"Earlier," Hermione whispered, burying her face in his chest. "She spoke of pureblood traditions, of me needing to fit a mold. It felt like she was looking at a stranger, not the woman you love."

Draco wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding a fierce declaration of his love and protectiveness. "Hermione, listen to me very carefully," he said, his voice firm but gentle. 

"My mother's views are her own, steeped in the prejudices of the past. They don't dictate our lives. You are my wife, yes, but more importantly, you are my best friend, my confidante. You are the woman I love with every fiber of my being, and that love has nothing to do with blood purity or antiquated traditions."

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and forcing her to meet his gaze. "You are enough, Hermione. More than enough. You are brilliant, you are kind, you are strong – qualities that far outshine any notion of what a Malfoy wife 'should' be. We are redefining what it means to be part of this family, and at the heart of it is our love, our partnership. We will build our own future, together."

His words, filled with unwavering conviction, penetrated the fog of Hermione's doubts. She searched his eyes, seeking any hint of hesitation, but all she saw was unwavering love and fierce determination. A flicker of hope ignited within her.

"Are you sure, Draco?" she asked, her voice barely audible. 

 "We will carve our own path, a path built on love, respect, and equality. Together, we will redefine what it means to be a Malfoy. And we will face whatever challenges come our way, side by side."

A shaky smile graced Hermione's lips, a testament to the glimmer of hope blooming in her heart. "Thank you, Draco," she whispered, leaning into his embrace. "I just needed to hear you say that."

He kissed her forehead, the tenderness in his touch speaking volumes. "You never have to face anything alone.

Hermione's eyes softened at his words, but the fear and doubt lingered. "It's just... sometimes it feels like there's so much pressure, so many expectations from everyone around us. And I worry that I can't live up to them, that I'll disappoint you."

Draco cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. "Hermione, listen to me. You could never disappoint me. We're in this together, remember? Whatever comes our way, we'll face it side by side. You are more than enough, just as you are."

She leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hands providing a small comfort. "Thank you, Draco. I just needed to hear that."

He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if he could shield her from all the world's uncertainties. "You never have to face anything alone,my love. 

Not as long as I'm here."

They stayed like that for a while, finding solace in each other's presence. The weight of their burdens seemed a little lighter, their bond a little stronger. Together, they knew they could face whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand, heart to heart.

As they settled into bed, Hermione's mind was still racing. She turned to Draco, her voice barely above a whisper. "Draco, there's something else I need to tell you."

He looked at her with concern. "What is it, love?"

She took a shaky breath. "I feel like there's something wrong with me. The first solution I thought of was... killing Lucius. It was almost instinctual. Like there's darkness in me, a devil inside. But it felt so good. You are freed and it's everything that I wanted in my life."

Draco's expression softened, and he pulled her closer. "Hermione, you're not evil. You're not a monster. You did what you thought was necessary to protect the ones you love. Sometimes, the lines between right and wrong blur in those moments when it's about someone that you love. But that doesn't define who you are."

Hermione sniffled, her tears starting to fall again. "But what if that darkness is always there? What if I can't control it?"

Draco held her tightly, his voice steady and reassuring. "We all have our demons, darling. What matters is how we choose to face them. And you're one of the strongest, most compassionate people I know. You have a good heart, and that will always shine through the darkness."

She contemplated his words for a moment, the weight of their actions settling heavily between them. "We both killed people," she repeated softly. "What does it do to our soul?"

He took her hands in his, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "I killed Greyback to protect you, love. To protect us. He hurt you, and I couldn't let that go unpunished." His voice was steady but tinged with regret. "I know it was the right thing to do, but it doesn't make it any easier to live with."

Hermione nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I killed Lucius because I wanted you to be free," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hated him for what he did to you, for the things he made you do. I thought I was protecting us, protecting our future." She looked up at Draco, her expression torn with guilt and sorrow.

Draco pulled her close, his arms enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "We did what we had to do," he murmured into her hair. "But it changes us. It haunts us." He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "But we'll face it together, Hermione. We'll carry that burden together."

She held onto him tightly, finding solace in his embrace. "Together," she repeated, her voice filled with determination. "No matter what."

Draco nodded, his own resolve firm. "No matter what."

Two fucked-up souls stood there, side by side, walking the edge. They ran towards the cliff with full force, knowing no one would be there to catch them.

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They attended the Sunday brunch that weekend, both impeccably dressed in Valentino. It had become a pureblood staple somehow, a showcase of their status. Hermione wore a rich velvet mini dress from the latest collection, paired with goddess-inspired gold jewelry that shimmered under the sunlight. He looked every bit the dark and brooding Hades, while Hermione, beside him, exuded the grace and beauty of Persephone herself.

 The couple looked as if they had stepped off a runway, their attire perfectly coordinated and enhancing their striking features. For a moment, they were the center of attention, a couple that seemed made for each other, yet an unexpected match to those who knew their history.

The purebloods nodded in approval, acknowledging the power and beauty the couple represented. Draco's arm wrapped around Hermione's waist, a gesture of both pride and possession. Together, they radiate an aura of strength and determination, a modern-day Hades and Persephone, a couple made in hell yet standing together against the odds.

"Hello, lovebirds, you both look amazing," Ginny said with a grin as she approached Draco and Hermione at the brunch.

"Finally, some pureblood rubbed off on Hermione," Blaise added, chuckling as he joined them.

"Positive influence?" Draco countered with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps some credit is due to my impeccable taste."

Hermione rolled her eyes, a playful glint mirroring Draco's smirk. "Oh please, you and your 'impeccable taste.' More likely an intern at Valentino owes you a galleon."

Blaise chuckled, shaking his head. "Regardless of the origin, the results are undeniable. You both look like you waltzed straight out of a magical fashion show."

Ginny nodded in agreement.

"Absolutely. You look like you just stepped off the cover of a wizarding fashion magazine."

Draco glanced at Hermione with a smirk. "See, even Blaise and Ginny approve."

Hermione couldn't help but smile. "I suppose I'll take that as a compliment."

"Definitely," Blaise said, his tone more serious now. "You both make quite the power couple."

Draco nodded in acknowledgment, a hint of pride in his expression. "Thank you, Blaise. We're just trying to keep up with you and Ginny."

Ginny laughed. "Oh, please. You two have that enigmatic couple vibe going on. It's like you were made for this."

Draco glanced at Hermione, a softness in his eyes. "Maybe we were."

Hermione squeezed his hand, feeling a surge of warmth. "Maybe we were indeed."

"Who's on the guest list today?" Hermione inquired, a hint of nervousness lingering in her voice despite her poised demeanor.

Ginny scanned the opulent room, her fiery hair catching the sunlight. "The usual suspects, really. Harry and Cho are supposed to be here already, and Luna and Theo mentioned they'd make an appearance."

A genuine smile broke across Hermione's face. "It'll be good to catch up with them."

"They'll be here any minute," Ginny confirmed, glancing at her watch. "Theo mentioned a slight delay, but Luna's fashionably early as always."

Draco's gaze swept the room, his usual stoicism replaced by a relaxed curiosity. "It's good to see some familiar faces again."

Hermione offered a small smile, smoothing the emerald folds of her dress. "Indeed. It has been a while."

Ginny's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Don't worry, Hermione. They'll be thrilled to see you. And seeing you two together...well, let's just say it'll be the highlight of their day."

The air crackled with unspoken anticipation. Hermione and Draco exchanged a silent glance, a silent promise of support hanging between them. 

As if on cue, the double doors swung open once more, announcing the arrival of Luna. Her signature, radish earring gleamed under the opulent chandelier as she skipped into the room, a radiant smile illuminating her face. "Hello, everyone!" she chirped, her voice carrying a melody all its own.

Following close behind was Harry, his familiar scar hidden beneath a shock of messy black hair. Cho Chang, her raven hair cascading down her back, walked beside him, a shy smile gracing her lips.

Relief washed over Hermione as she saw her friends. Pushing away the remnants of her nervousness, she rose to greet them with a genuine smile. Harry, his face lighting up with warmth, pulled her into a tight hug. Years might have passed, adventures shared and scars earned, but the comfort of their friendship remained undimmed. 

"Hermione!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine joy. "It's been too long."

"Harry," she replied, squeezing him back just as tightly. "Too long indeed. It's wonderful to see you."

Draco, ever the observant one, watched the interaction with a flicker of something akin to approval in his eyes. He straightened in his chair as Harry turned towards him, extending a hand. "Draco," Harry greeted with a nod, his voice devoid of animosity.

Draco met his handshake firmly. "Potter," he acknowledged, his tone neutral.

A smile broke across Luna's face. "Lovely to see you all together!" she declared, her voice brimming with her usual brand of whimsical cheer. "Now, who wants to hear about the Wrackspurts I found nesting in my attic?"

Laughter filled the air as everyone found their seats around the table. The tension that had hung heavy earlier began to dissipate, replaced by the comforting warmth of camaraderie. Stories flowed easily, punctuated by bursts of laughter and reminiscing. Hermione, nestled comfortably next to Draco, found herself relaxing, the initial apprehension replaced by a quiet contentment. Surrounded by loved ones, both old and new, she felt a spark of hope for the future flicker within her.

Hermione's apprehension melted away with each passing moment. Laughter filled the air, punctuated by the clinking of silverware and lively conversation. Glancing at Draco, she found him engaged in a surprisingly animated discussion with Harry and Theo, a genuine smile warming his features. 

A unfamiliar flicker of something akin to pride sparked within her.

Across the table, Theo, ever the jester, broke the comfortable silence. "Ah, so the eagle's nest, the lion's cave opening, and the snake's den, all gathered under one roof, huh?" he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Draco chuckled, a sound rarely heard these days. "Looks like we've almost got all the Hogwarts houses covered, wouldn't you say, Potter?"

Harry, ever the Gryffindor, met Draco's gaze with a hint of amusement. "Just missing a loyal Hufflepuff, Malfoy."

A small smile tugged at Hermione's lips. "Perhaps next time," she chimed in, the playful banter warming her heart.

Ginny, ever the peacemaker and bridge between their worlds, interjected with a warm smile. "It's good to see all of you together like this. A Hogwarts reunion, in a way, wouldn't you say?"

Theo raised his glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "To Hogwarts, surviving the trials it threw our way, and to the unlikely friendships forged in the flames!"

The friends, united by a shared history and a bond forged in the crucible of war, clinked their glasses in a toast. The sound echoed through the opulent room, a testament to the enduring power of friendship, love, and the unexpected connections that bloom even in the most unlikely places.

Maybe things weren't perfect, but they were getting there. And for now, that was enough.

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Hermione and Harry found a quiet corner after lunch, where Harry began, "Mione, I'm so happy to see you, not just sending owls to each other. How is everything with Malfoy?"

Hermione's expression softened, and she hesitated for a moment before replying, "Harry, Draco and I... we've actually grown closer. We're in…. In love."

Harry looked taken aback, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "In love? With Malfoy?"

Hermione nodded earnestly. "Yes, Harry. I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's true. He's not the same person he was during the war. He's changed, and we've both had to adapt to this... marriage. Over time, we've come to understand each other. He's been kind, supportive, and he's always there for me."

Harry looked skeptical. "But Hermione, he's... Draco Malfoy. He tormented us for years."

"I know, Harry. I know what he did, but people can change. He's proven it to me time and again," Hermione said earnestly. "He's not the same arrogant boy. He's trying to be a better person, and I've seen it. He respects me, Harry, and he genuinely cares for me."

Harry frowned, still trying to process this revelation. "I just can't believe it. After everything... How did this happen?"

How did it happen? They killed their devil for each other.

Hermione took a deep breath, 

gathering her thoughts. "It wasn't easy, but we've been through a lot together. We've had to confront our pasts and our differences. We've learned to compromise and support each other. Harry, he brings me boundless joy and makes me feel blissfully happy. He challenges me, he makes me laugh, and... I love him."

"But," Harry continued, a playful glint returning to his eyes, "don't think I'll go easy on him if he ever hurts you. Still got a few good hexes up my sleeve, you know."

Hermione laughed, the tension finally breaking completely. "Oh, I'm sure you do. But trust me, Draco knows better than to cross me." She winked, a newfound confidence shining in her eyes.

Harry studied her for a moment, then sighed. "I trust you, Hermione. If you say he's changed, then I'll believe you."

"Thank you, Harry," Hermione said, grateful for his understanding. "I just hope that one day everyone else can see it too."

"I'm sure they will," Harry reassured her with a small smile. "You've always had a way of seeing the good in people."

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.". 

Fucking Shakespeare is always right.

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As soon as they arrived home, Draco pushed Hermione against the wall, his hands finding hers as he held them firmly above her head. His gaze was intense, filled with admiration and a hint of desire.

"You were such a good girl today, darling," Draco murmured, his voice low and husky.

Hermione looked up at him, her heart racing from both the intensity of his gaze and the closeness between them. She couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at his words, a mixture of affection and something deeper stirring within her.

Draco leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You handled everything with such grace and strength. I'm so proud of you darling."

Oh she definitely had a praise kink.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, the sincerity in his voice sending shivers down her spine. She lifted her head, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "Thank you, my love," she whispered back, her voice barely a breath. 

"And what do good girls get?" Hermione asked with a playful glint in her eye, her hands sliding from his grasp to wrap around his neck.

Draco smirked, his fingers gently tracing down the side of her face. "Oh, good girls get rewarded," he whispered, his voice low and filled with promise.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat as Draco leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She melted into his embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort he always seemed to provide.

"They get kisses," Draco murmured against her lips, his breath warm against her skin. "And more."

Hermione's cheeks flushed as Draco lifted her effortlessly, carrying her towards their bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed her deeply, the passion between them igniting like a flame.

Draco gently laid her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he hovered above her, his hands caressing her cheek. "You deserve everything, love," he said softly, his voice filled with adoration. "Gods, you're so beautiful," Draco breathed into her mouth.

 Hermione smiled up at him, her heart full of love for the man who had shown her what it meant to be cherished. "I love you, Draco," she whispered, pulling him down into another kiss.

The sight of him on his knees in front of her caused a flutter in her abdomen, the same way it had since the first time they had ever fucked. "You want my lips here?" He flicked her clit slightly and Hermione's eyes widened once again, a whimper resonating deep in her throat. "Or maybe my fingers here?" He pushed a two finger inside her cunt. He had turned his ring around, so as he pulled it out he let his hand angle upwards, the ridges catching against her clit. He peppered kisses around her labia, making sure not to get too close to any part that would give her too much pleasure.

Hermione whined, her voice lost somewhere in the heady atmosphere.

Draco's hand came down against her clit, her spine arching as she felt the line boarding between pain and pleasure. "Use your words, darling."

"Y- your tongue. Please, dear God." Hermione wanted to feel, the rise and fall of the orgasm that was gearing up to cause her to see stars.

The first swipe of Draco's tongue against her slit caused her back to arch, pressing her cunt firmly against his face. He circled it in figure eight motions, spelling words that Hermione would never be able to focus on through the pleasure. He moaned against her as he did so, and Hermione opened her eyes before she even realized she had closed them. They caught on his straining bicep and followed it down, finally ending on his hand slowly stroking his cock as he lapped her as his life depended on it. 

Hermione couldn't focus on anything other than the feeling of Draco sending her almost to the edge, and then backing away over, and over again. Finally, when Hermione reached the point where she genuinely thought she might die if he didn't allow her to orgasm, she cried out, "Please, I beg you."

"Shhh darling." The growl came from deep in his throat, and he continued making love with his tongue, pushing three fingers inside her as her muscles began to tighten. The pure bliss coursed through Hermione's body as he did so, her orgasm filling every nerve ending in her. 

When her last wave of bliss washed over her, she slid off the bed, kneeling in front of Draco. He stood there like he was a predator looking for his prade. She steadied herself by pressing her hands onto his thighs, digging her nails in hard enough to leave half-moon marks in his muscle. The touch of Hermione's tongue against the underside of his cock made him stiffen, as he always did when she got on her knees for him. She loved the way his veins felt under her tongue.

Like Eros and Psyche. Mortal and God. Which was which is questionable.

A strained groan made its way through the air as his left hand tangled into her curls. "Fuck, love. Just like that. My gorgeous wife is on her knees for me." The phrase went straight to Hermione's cunt, a pulse going through her navel as she hummed around his cock, causing him to push deeper into her throat.

"Mmmm, my perfect fucking wife." He mumbled through panting breaths.

She continued to take him fully within her mouth, allowing him to thrust all the way to the back of her throat before pulling off and swirling her tongue over the tip of his cock. 

The small gagging sounds pulled moans from Draco that caused a loud moan from her

 His hand was still gripping the chaotic mass of curls.

 Hermione allowed him to take over after quite a few minutes, and the excessive amounts of saliva began dripping from her lips where they were wrapped around him, and coating her breasts and belly.

Hermione pulled away and climbed on top of Draco, straddling him. She looked into his eyes as she positioned herself above his hard cock, teasing him by slowly lowering herself onto him. He let out a low groan as he felt her warm, wet cunt enveloping him.

She started to ride him, moving her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them gently as they both moaned with pleasure. She leaned forward, her hair falling in front of her face as she kissed him again.

As they continued to make love, Hermione increased her pace, grinding her hips harder against Draco's cock. He could feel her getting closer to orgasm, her moans becoming louder and more urgent. He grabbed her ass, pulling her down harder onto him as he thrust upwards.

She let out a loud moan as she came, her cunt clenching around his cock. He continued to fuck her, chasing his own orgasm as she rode out her own. A few moments later, Draco felt himself about to cum, and he pulled her down onto him, burying his cock deep inside her.

He let out a low groan as he came, filling her pussy with his hot load. She collapsed onto him, her body spent and satisfied. They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and enjoying the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.

As they lay there, he couldn't help but feel grateful for his beautiful wife and the amazing sex they just had. He knew they would have many more nights like this, exploring each other's bodies and finding new ways to pleasure each other.