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Title: Oreos
Author: Of course...
Pairing: D/Hr
Rating: PG
Words: 355
Summary: Hermione teaches Draco and their son how to eat Oreos.
AN: I just needed to write something so here's a drabble...sort of. I just needed a little fluff.
“So you split the cookie, lick the cream off…” Hermione said.
Draco’s eyes focused on Hermione’s pink tongue as she licked off the white concoction. He sat up straight and tried to fight off the images that had started to form in his head…or else he’d take her right there on the kitchen table. It wasn’t really a bad idea. In fact he would love to shag his wife right then and there, only his nine-year old son was learning how to eat those blasted American muggle biscuits called Oreos.
“Then, you put them back together,” she Hermione told her son, “then dunk it in your glass of milk.”
Damien did as his mother instructed: splitting, licking, then dunking, his little hands working on his cookie.
“Finally, take a bite.” Hermione bit into the cookie, then licking some of the milk from her lips.
Draco could only stare, his cookie forgotten in his hand. Oh, he knew how talented his wife’s tongue was.
“Dad, how come you’re not doing it?” Damien pouted.
Draco started. “What? Oh, sorry,” he said as he followed his wife’s directions. He made sure Hermione had been watching. He stared back at her, his eyes glinting, as he slowly swirled his tongue on the cream before licking it all away. He hid a smirk when her heard let out a small gasp.
He finished off his cookie, and was about to lick the crumbs off when he felt Hermione’s warm mouth on his. It ended before he got the chance to kiss her back.
“Damien, darling, it’s past your bedtime.”
“Aww…but mum!”
Hermione leaned down and kissed her son’s forehead. “No buts. Your dad already let you stay up longer,” she said.
“All right!” Damien grumbled. He kissed and hugged his mum and dad goodnight and left the kitchen.
“He got that from you,” Hermione said, referring to his son's pouting. But soon she found herself being pulled into a kiss by her husband.
Draco crushed his lips to Hermione, darting out his tongue to taste the sweetness of her mouth. “Mmm…I’m starting to like this Oreo…but you definitely taste better.”
Author: Of course...
Pairing: D/Hr
Rating: PG
Words: 355
Summary: Hermione teaches Draco and their son how to eat Oreos.
AN: I just needed to write something so here's a drabble...sort of. I just needed a little fluff.
“So you split the cookie, lick the cream off…” Hermione said.
Draco’s eyes focused on Hermione’s pink tongue as she licked off the white concoction. He sat up straight and tried to fight off the images that had started to form in his head…or else he’d take her right there on the kitchen table. It wasn’t really a bad idea. In fact he would love to shag his wife right then and there, only his nine-year old son was learning how to eat those blasted American muggle biscuits called Oreos.
“Then, you put them back together,” she Hermione told her son, “then dunk it in your glass of milk.”
Damien did as his mother instructed: splitting, licking, then dunking, his little hands working on his cookie.
“Finally, take a bite.” Hermione bit into the cookie, then licking some of the milk from her lips.
Draco could only stare, his cookie forgotten in his hand. Oh, he knew how talented his wife’s tongue was.
“Dad, how come you’re not doing it?” Damien pouted.
Draco started. “What? Oh, sorry,” he said as he followed his wife’s directions. He made sure Hermione had been watching. He stared back at her, his eyes glinting, as he slowly swirled his tongue on the cream before licking it all away. He hid a smirk when her heard let out a small gasp.
He finished off his cookie, and was about to lick the crumbs off when he felt Hermione’s warm mouth on his. It ended before he got the chance to kiss her back.
“Damien, darling, it’s past your bedtime.”
“Aww…but mum!”
Hermione leaned down and kissed her son’s forehead. “No buts. Your dad already let you stay up longer,” she said.
“All right!” Damien grumbled. He kissed and hugged his mum and dad goodnight and left the kitchen.
“He got that from you,” Hermione said, referring to his son's pouting. But soon she found herself being pulled into a kiss by her husband.
Draco crushed his lips to Hermione, darting out his tongue to taste the sweetness of her mouth. “Mmm…I’m starting to like this Oreo…but you definitely taste better.”