Day 6
Day 6 by julesndairyland!
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A Week in the Life: Day 6
By Jules
Hermione awoke to an odd sensation. She could clearly hear the quite loud chirping of birds not native to Great Britain, the swooshing of palm fronds and the far off shushing of the surf. The lights beyond her eyelids seemed to be blinking. Half of her body, the left half to be exact, was warm and cosy while her right half was chilled and damp. As she lay there a while longer, she became aware of the intermittent warm puffs of air and the slight tickle on her neck. Turning slightly, Hermione saw what she had deduced she would see -- Draco draped over her left side with his face burrowed into her neck.
That explains the temperature difference, thought Hermione, still a little bleary. Taking advantage of Draco’s arm as her pillow, Hermione shifted and snuggled closer. I might as well enjoy this, we’ve loads to discuss and this may well be the most peace we get today. Hermione nestled her cheek against Draco’s hair, smelling the faint scent of cucumbers and mud. Frowning slightly, Hermione drifted back to sleep.
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Draco awakened with his front rather toasty and his backside rather clammy. Swimming to consciousness, Draco realized he was once again waking up outside. The gazebo two nights ago, dozing in a chair last night, what kind of getaway is this? It was then that Draco realized he was not alone this morning, as he had been the two previous. Hermione, her head resting on his now numb arm, was lying in his embrace. It’s a wonder neither of us has fallen off this lounge chair, Draco thought as he surreptitiously tried to move his arm from under Hermione’s head. Unfortunately, the narrowness of their “bed” caused Draco to unsettle Hermione to the extent that she decided to roll over, pushing her firm ass right into Draco’s groin.
Whoa boy! Draco gasped as his not by any means numb nether regions stood firmly at attention. It’s been only two days and all I want to do is rip that little halter top off and bury my mouth between her breasts. He could feel the arm of the chair digging into his lower back and Hermione’s butt pressed up against his erection. I guess there could be worse places to be, Draco thought ruefully. I really don’t want to walk around sporting wood as we leave the patio, so I had better do something. Silently, Draco began reciting Arithmancy equations and envisioned helping his mother prune the Blood-roses at home.
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Hermione woke up for the second time that morning to the almost silent whispering of Arithmancy theorems in her ear and the unfortunate realization that she was rhythmically rubbing her bum into Draco’s lap. Ah, that explains the Arithmancy then. Hermione stilled her movements and she heard Draco sigh in relief. Enjoying the serene closeness but not wanting to upset Draco she simply took a hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze. She was gratified by the immediate returning grasp. Things will be fine. We will figure this all out. It will be difficult but I know I love him and I am fairly sure he loves me. The world sees us as adult; I think we should begin acting like adults.
Moving forward slightly and turning towards Draco, Hermione rested her head on her arm while still holding Draco’s hand. It was then she noticed that he seemed to be having difficulty moving the arm she had been laying on.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Um, I will be, it’s just a bit tingly that’s all,” he replied.
“Was I on it all night? Oh my gosh I am so sorry…” started Hermione but Draco cut her off.
“I wouldn’t change it for the world,” Draco said seriously, looking Hermione straight in the eye. “I’d rather cut off my arm than keep arguing with you.”
“Should I rub it to get the circulation back?” queried Hermione.
“I can think of other things I’d like you to rub,” smirked Draco.
Perfectly mimicking his raised eyebrow, Hermione replied, “I bet you can. But I must say I am starving, chilly and slightly damp. Can we get changed and have a bite?”
Draco smirked even wider and Hermione blushed at her unintended innuendo. Deciding not to follow that conversational path further, Hermione and Draco disentangled themselves from each other and sat up.
“Are there still clothes for me in your room?” asked Draco.
“If you mean is there still the luggage you filched in there then the answer is yes,” Hermione admonished but softened it with a grin.
“Well, yes that is what I meant,” Draco responded.
“Well then, come on,” Hermione said as she stood up and smoothed her rumpled skirt as best she could.
Draco stood and furtively adjusted his trousers from the night before. All evidence of his prior concern had ebbed. Hermione noticed his attention and said with a wink as she passed him on the way to the room, “So the theorems work then?”
Draco looked up in time to see Hermione put a little extra sashay into her walk as she crossed the patio.
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Getting clothes proved to be slightly more difficult than they had thought. The room they had been using was bustling with activity once they reached it. Hotel personnel were buzzing in and out while a couple suspiciously their same sizes railed at the management for misplacing their luggage. Deciding that there was nothing in the room they needed as they had their wands, a judicious exit down the hallway was undertaken.
“Well now, we’ll just have to get another room and some more clothes,” stated Hermione.
“But that was a suite! Malfoy’s do not get rooms, they get suites!” whined Draco, exaggerating only a little bit.
“Certainly you stole that key, you can steal another,” answered Hermione, trying to cut off the narcissistic episode before it started.
“I’m too hungry to properly pinch another key. Let’s eat then get cleaned up,” Draco responded and took Hermione’s hand heading back towards to lobby and restaurant.
They quickly reached the restaurant and were seated by the windows overlooking the ocean. The waves were quite high, pushed by the brisk ocean breeze. The restaurant was a dream in crisp white tablecloths, terra cotta tile floors, the rich mahogany bar, lazy ceiling fans and gauzy window treatments. Hermione felt as if she would see Ingrid Bergman walk in any moment.
Draco watched Hermione take in the restaurant and saw it anew in her eyes. A small smiled played along his lips as he watched Hermione inventory the table, the walls, the curtains and the floor. What does she see? He wondered. A soft “A-Hem” interrupted his thoughts.
Moana stood at the table with a grin on her face and a knowing look in her eye. “May I take your order?” she asked politely.
Hermione’s head snapped up and her gaze hardened. Looking beyond the initial harsh stare, Draco could see the hurt and wondered at it.
“Hello Moana, can we both have the breakfast buffet?” Draco replied.
“Sure, it runs for another 45 minutes so eat up. Would you like champagne with your brunch?” She enquired.
“Yes, I have something to celebrate,” Draco said determinedly.
As Moana turned and put her receipt book away, both Draco and Hermione could clearly hear even though it was sotto voce, “Glad you got your head out of your ass, Steel.”
Hermione’s eyebrow climbed into her hairline as Draco flushed at the comment.
As Hermione’s amazed expression softened into gentle laughter, Draco began, “I came in here two mornings ago and Moana thought I looked lost. She was right. I had slept in the gazebo after I walked out on you, after I abused you.” Draco inhaled sharply. “What I did was wrong. I should have at least confronted you and argued with you but instead I was hurt and ran away. I didn’t think at all, I just felt. It was so frightening, too frightening, so I got mad and left. Of course, that’s after I hurt you as best as I could. And what scares me even more was that instead if seeing myself as I did this to you; all I could see was my father.”
Hermione watched Draco during his confession, methodically shredding the paper napkin from under his water glass. She appreciated his honesty and trust in her. It had been a long and fierce journey to get to this point. Although the way they felt about each other was plain, Draco was taking a chance that their feelings would see them through this and other rough spots in their possible relationship. Could she take the risk to trust him again?
Just as Hermione opened her mouth to speak, Moana set down their champagne in two of the most ornate flutes Hermione had ever seen. The glass seemed spun from millions of woven fibres that expanded into the tapered bell of the goblet. The stem seemed impossibly thin to support the tall triangular flute. The small bubbles danced from bottom to top in the glass, racing each other to break the surface.
“When people finally make the right choice I think that really is something to commemorate,” Moana stated with a wink at Hermione as she walked away.
Regrouping and with her head swimming, Hermione raised her glass to Draco and said simply, “I love you.”
Draco merely stared at Hermione. The pounding of his heart and his breathing gave him a light-headed feeling. The anxiety about hearing Hermione say the words and knowing that she knew it all and still meant them terrified him. What if I fuck it up? What if I let her down? All I know is how to think about myself and act like my asshole father! I can’t do this.
Hermione could see the turmoil going on inside Draco. She was fearful that if she let him perseverate too long he would wind himself up until he popped. Reaching across the table and taking Draco’s hand, Hermione reiterated, “I love you. I know you are not perfect, neither am I.”
Looking up at her and blinking rather owlishly, Draco squeezed Hermione’s hand for all he was worth.
“I love you too, utterly and completely,” Draco said. “I know I will mess up and make you angry. Just promise me I can make it up to you.”
“I don’t think it will be easy. For all that we are different, we both easily jump to conclusions and hold grudges. But for all of that I love you and want to keep loving you, need to love you, need you to love me,” Hermione responded.
Hermione looked into Draco’s eyes. There she saw the glee and joy, the uncertainty and pain and ultimately the commitment. Softly she said, “Let’s eat.”
“Allow me,” answered Draco, pulling out Hermione’s chair as they both headed for the buffet.
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After stuffing themselves silly on the made-to-order omelettes, potatoes O’Brien, exotic island fruit and fortifying themselves with strong coffee; Draco and Hermione were ready to face the procurement of another room and more clothing. After wringing a promise to use Obliviate only in a dire emergency, Hermione watched Draco charm the concierge into divulging that the penthouse was currently vacant. As Hermione’s amazed gaze followed him, Draco was able to not only register legally but plead that their luggage was lost and could they have a line of credit in the hotel shops? Draco came walking towards Hermione with two pass keys and two hotel credit vouchers to use in the shops.
“Would you like to see the penthouse or would you like to replenish your wardrobe?” Draco enquired with a smile.
“How did you do that? Did you use something to convince them of all this?” Hermione asked suspiciously.
“No I did not use any dark magic if that’s what you’re asking,” Draco responded testily.
“Well it’s just that five days ago you obliviated poor Chad endlessly…” countered Hermione.
“Well I’m not a complete dolt. I am capable of learning how to interact with Muggles,” Draco said curtly.
Sensing that this could dissolve into a conflict quickly, Hermione quickly leaned over and softly brushed her lips against Draco’s. While only meaning it to be a quick peck, Hermione couldn’t help lingering in the silky heat for a few moments and finishing the kiss with a tender bite on Draco’s bottom lip. “I trust you,” she reminded him.
Opening his eyes and pulling slightly back from Hermione, Draco muttered, “I should think so after our conversation at breakfast.”
Taking Draco’s hand Hermione said “Let’s shop!”
Crossing the lobby they entered the clothing shop and proceeded to pick out their ‘replacement’ toiletries, a silk island shirt in green and black for Draco, a couple of t-shirts with the resort name tastefully embroidered on the sleeve, a pair of shorts each and a floaty sundress in green, brown and gold for Hermione. Both also bought a pair of sandals as their feet were beginning to hurt in their dancing shoes from the night before.
Laden with packages, they started across the lobby, past the staircase to the ‘reserved’ lift. The bellman in smart island whites briefly examined their pass keys and let them enter the exclusive elevator. The deep mahogany woodwork from the bar was echoed inside, tastefully interwoven with mirrors and cream jacquard upholstery. Hermione leaned back and rested against Draco’s chest. But before Draco was able to do anything more than softly kiss her neck the doors opened onto their new suite.
The foyer was larger than her dorm room in Gryffindor tower at Hogwarts. The grey marble floors were veined with gold and the floor to ceiling windows in the living room were draped in sheer fabric that rippled in the breeze. The leather couches in front of the fireplace faced each other and the low glass coffee table between had a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the centre. The wet bar off to the side looked fully stocked and as Hermione walked closer she could see a patio balcony outside the sliding glass doors that was the size of the foyer.
Turning back to the living room area, Draco was nowhere to be seen. Following the burble of running water, Hermione entered a Muggle bath that rivalled the prefect’s bath at Hogwarts. In front of her was a sunken marble tub that could have easily fit five adults. Off to the side was an eight-headed shower. Behind her adjoining the wall containing the door was the double-sink, marble topped vanity. The skylights would let in the stars or the sun, depending on the time of day. Through the door to the right was the separate area for the toilet. Hanging on the bathroom door was a hotel robe, made of the softest terrycloth. The tub was filling with citrus scented water but there was no sign of Draco. Suddenly soft classical music was wafting through the penthouse. Ah, found Draco. He has figured out Muggle electronics then.
Just then Draco entered carrying two wine glasses and a bottle of Marmetino. Wearing one of the sumptuous hotel robes and a smile he crossed to the tub’s ledge, tested the water and set the wine and glasses down. Hermione, feeling overdressed began to remove the scarf covering her skirt.
“No, let me please,” whispered Draco. He removed the shawl and unbuttoned her white skirt. Releasing the skirt to pool on the floor, Draco slid his hands up Hermione’s rib cage to unclasp her halter top. It soon followed the skirt to the floor. Meanwhile Hermione’s hands were busy pushing open the slit of Draco’s robe and soothing themselves lightly over Draco’s chest.
“You’re so beautiful, your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt,” murmured Draco as his nose rubbed against the sensitive skin under Hermione’s ear. The soft air puffs against her heated skin sent shivers down her spine.
“Yours is like touching living marble,” Hermione replied as she caressed across his shoulders, “So smooth but warm to the touch.”
Easily slipping his fingers under the waistband of her knickers, Draco slid them down her legs, pausing to nuzzle her abdomen, just above the hair line. “Gods, the smell of you makes my mouth water.”
Finally divesting Draco of his robe entirely, Hermione pulled him up by his hair. Gently tugging him into a stand Hermione took a step closer, pressing her entire body into his. Draco could feel her nipples harden into points with the skin-to-skin contact. Using his hair once again, Hermione pulled Draco to her, forehead to forehead. “Let’s get in the bath,” Hermione breathed heavily.
Gently rubbing his nose against hers, Draco responded, “Get in and I’ll join you in a moment.”
Slowly sitting on the ledge and swinging her feet into the warm water, Hermione watched Draco cross the room and rotate a knob on the wall. Jacuzzi jets bubbled to life, swirling the scented water in the cavernous tub. Easing into the warm water, Hermione could feel her muscles relax. Although her body was loosening up, her arousal continued to thrum along her nerves. The unique combination of lassitude and excitement was heightened when Draco waded across the whirling water carrying chopsticks. Eyeing him ruefully, Hermione simply raised an eyebrow.
Leaning over, Draco whispered, “Turn ‘round.”
Presenting her back to Draco, Hermione soon felt him finger combing her hair. Shivers sped down her spine. Smoothing his fingers through her clinging curls, he began to nibble her neck as he twisted her mane into one long rope. Wrapping her hair around and around on the crown of her head, Draco secured the twists with the chopsticks. Draco gently brushed his lips along her shoulder as he circled to face Hermione.
“Now you look like the woman in the bubble bath advertisements,” Draco said with a smile.
Hermione, her whole body now tingling, grinned back at Draco. Slowly Hermione closed the distance between them and rubbed the tip of her nose against Draco’s cheek.
“Thank you. I’ve always wanted to be pampered, just a little bit,” Hermione responded softly.
Catching her face in his palm, Draco pressed his lips firmly against Hermione’s. Even though the warm water and the bubbling massage was reminding his body that he had not had the benefit of sleeping in a bed for the last three nights, Draco’s libido reminded him that the woman who loved him was just then opening her mouth to suck his tongue into her moist cavern. Wanting nothing more than to continue kissing Hermione, Draco threaded his hands into her loosely knotted hair to shift the angle of their kiss to allow him better access to her tongue. Sensuously sliding his lips over and over Hermione’s, Draco curled his tongue around hers and stroked it repeatedly.
Hermione decided that while the kissing was grand, she wanted more. Sliding her hands over Draco’s arms and shoulders, Hermione let her hands drift across his chest. Lightly circling his nipples, the ferocity with which Draco was invading her mouth deepened as she felt them harden. Pressing her torso against his, Hermione could feel the ripple of Draco’s muscles tensing as her skin slid along his. Giving his firm buds a quick pinch, Hermione moved her hands to his back and down along his ass cheeks. Fondling his buttocks, Hermione practically crawled onto Draco’s lap.
Draco, remembering his original plan for the Jacuzzi but unable to resist the delectable opportunity Hermione presented to his lust filled mind, grabbed Hermione’s hips and jammed them against his already aching erection. Ripping his lips from hers and groaning into Hermione’s ear, he heard her breathy twin reply. Continuing to grind against the bushy silk of Hermione, Draco lowered his mouth to capture one of her nipples and worry it between his teeth. Hermione, overwhelmed with the the sensation of Draco’s hard length dragging itself repeatedly against her clit as his mouth did wicked things to her breast, cried, “Oh Gods Draco, I’m going to come.”
“Do it, but say my name as you do,” Draco said letting go of Hermione’s nipple with a soft pop. Draco gave another firm shove with his hips and he could feel Hermione come apart. Hermione stiffened and arched her back; raising her breasts further out of the swirling water as well as forcing her clit more firmly into contact with Draco’s hardness. Draco lowered his mouth to capture one of Hermione’s nipples that now looked hard enough to cut glass, while she grabbed his hair to steady herself. Moaning Draco’s name, Hermione felt the convulsions through her whole body. Gradually the intensity lessened and Hermione let go of Draco’s hair as she slumped forward.
Licking his way up her neck to gently bite her earlobe, Draco whispered, “I love to see you fall apart and know that I did that to you.”
“But you didn’t… You’re still…You didn’t come,” Hermione finally was able to say.
“I know, but don’t worry I will,” replied Draco. “I know exactly what you need.”
Lifting Hermione off his lap and gently turning her so that she was facing the side of the tub, Draco lightly began to trace erotic patterns over her stomach. He held Hermione tightly pressed against his chest and had his penis strategically placed between her butt cheeks at the end of her spine. Gently rocking his pelvis against Hermione, Draco began to lathe her neck with his tongue. Using his teeth to scrape behind her ear, his breath softly blew across it to cause new shudders to ripple down Hermione’s body. Increasing the pressure on Hermione’s abdomen and just grazing the undersides of her breasts, Draco tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. Snaking his hand downwards to ruffle her lower curls, Draco simultaneously moved his other hand upward to massage Hermione’s breast. Although the water mitigated the intensity of Draco’s touch, Hermione had to jerk Draco’s hand away from her overly sensitized clitoris.
“Please, it’s too much, too soon,” whimpered Hermione with a grimace.
“Shhh,” hushed Draco. “I have another idea. I bet you’ll love it. Here, let me move you.”
Draco firmly moved Hermione’s thighs as far apart as they would go. Positioning her directly in front of the Jacuzzi jet, Draco simply held her nether lips open while returning to massage her breasts with his other hand. Before long, he began the rhythmic rubbing of his dick between the globes of Hermione’s ass. His lips descended to her neck once again. The water-slickened sensation of the bulbous head of Draco’s penis none-to-gently banging against Hermione’s lower back was excruciating in its ferocity. Draco did not know how long he would last in this position but it was agonizingly erotic.
The warm water lulled Hermione until Draco positioned her in front of the jet. The feeling of the water pulsing over her clit was strangely erotic but thankfully less intense than the direct pressure of his finger. Hermione felt bared to the world as Draco held her labia back so the water could massage her clitoris. The pressure of Draco’s rocking against her back set-up a cadence wherein the pressure he applied stimulated her ever more. Hermione could feel herself spiralling up once again towards a climax.
Draco was quickly losing himself in the sensation of rubbing against Hermione. Wanting to have Hermione join him in bliss, Draco began to more forcefully play with Hermione’s breasts, pulling on the nipples and twisting them firmly. In answer to Draco’s ministrations, Hermione reached up to grab at any part of Draco, to complete their connection. Seizing a hold of Draco’s thigh to steady herself, Hermione grasped the hair on the back of Draco’s head and pulled. The pain and pleasure ripped through Draco and he gave her breast a rough twist as he ground his erection against her ass. The force of Draco’s thrust sent Hermione over the edge again and she simply hissed, “Yes.”
Hearing and feeling Hermione tremble Draco erupted, quaking as his orgasm ripped through his body and soul. Lassitude overtook them both. Hermione knew that neither of them had had a restful night sleep and sincerely fearing that both of them would drown she tugged at Draco’s arm to get out of the whirlpool.
Both semi-conscious they shrugged on the hotel bathrobes and padded into the bedroom where they promptly fell into an exhausted sleep.
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Waking a couple of hours later to an insistent tapping, Draco and Hermione struggled out of the tangle that the bedclothes and their robes had become. Hermione being the first one to realize that the tapping was an owl on the balcony, trudged to the patio doors to let the owl in. Bending down to untie the missive Hermione had to quickly move to avoid being hit as the owl flew off. The disgusted hoot told Hermione the owl had been there for some time while she and Draco slept. Another indicator was that the sun was streaking toward the horizon and the colours painted across the sky were deepening to royal blues, hazy violets and brilliant oranges. Turning to re-enter the bedroom, Hermione noticed a blinking light on the phone’s message centre. Not knowing who would be calling them and prioritizing the letter in her hand that was clearly from Hogwarts, Hermione decided that reading it was her main concern.
Draco had felt Hermione leave his side and had been able to deduce from the cessation of tapping that she had gotten the owl post. She found him sitting up in bed, fuzzily shaking his head and rubbing his face to wake himself up.
“Message from Dumbledore?” Draco asked blearily.
“I assume,” replied Hermione as she sat on the edge of the bed. “Shall I?”
“Go ahead,” answered Draco, positioning himself to look over her shoulder.
Hermione broke the seal of the wax and unrolled the parchment:
Dear Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy
I trust that you continue to enjoy your getaway. I understand that there was a slight mishap with the previous portkey. I have therefore taken the liberty of enclosing floo powder for use in your return. The penthouse fireplace will be temporarily connected to the floo network from 08:00 to 08:30 hours tomorrow morning. Simply pronounce ‘Hogwarts - Headmasters office’ as your destination. This should be sufficient time for yourselves, along Miss Parkinson and Mr. Potter, to return to Hogwarts.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster.”
Draco picked up the miniscule pouch and frowned. “There’s less than a speck in here. What good does this do us?” complained Draco.
Hermione simply picked up her wand off the bedside table and said, “Engorgio.”
The pouch returned to its original size, with clearly enough floo powder for four wizards to return to Hogwarts.
“Oh,” Draco said rather sheepishly.
“Are you a wizard or not?” joked Hermione. Leaning over to give Draco a quick kiss, Hermione said, “Now all we have to do is find Harry and Pansy. Don’t you think they’ve been acting rather odd?”
“When doesn’t Potter act strange?” replied Draco. “Not any odder that us.” He quickly added after seeing Hermione stare.
“Clearly something is going on between them - I mean, we saw them on the beach and Pansy has been teaching him to dance for Merlin’s sake. I would never have believed it,” chattered Hermione.
“Well, I can’t say as I understand what she’s doing with Potter but I’d hazard a guess it is similar to what we just did in the Jacuzzi,” Draco said with a smirk.
Blushing brightly at the abandon of a few hours ago, Hermione got up and began to get dressed. When she finished pulling the resort T-shirt over her head and turned back to face Draco, Hermione raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms and smiled at him.
Giving in, Draco grabbed his T-shirt and shorts and went into the bathroom. Hermione busied herself by locating the room service menu and picking out what she wanted for dinner. Surprisingly it didn’t take long for Draco to re-appear. Looking up Hermione spotted a dab of shaving cream behind Draco’s ear. Swiping it with her finger, Hermione went into the bathroom to take care of her absolutions. When she came out, she found Draco examining the menu.
“How are we supposed to find Harry and Pansy?” asked Hermione.
“What’s maquis?” pondered Draco. “I’ve never heard of it.”
Rolling her eyes, Hermione responded, “In the hills of the island there is a mix of aromatic herbs, shrubs and flowers; in cooking, the herbs are used. We really should look for Harry and Pansy.”
“How do you think that it would taste...” brooded Draco.
“Draco, are you listening? We have to find Harry and Pansy by tomorrow morning. Even though I am hungry, I think we should find them first, the kitchen is open all night,” Hermione interrupted.
“No need to get your knickers all twisted. They’ll be here in a few minutes,” Draco casually responded.
“What do you mean they’ll be here? How do they know we’re here, divination?” Hermione tersely replied.
“Are you or are you not a Muggleborn?” Draco mimicked. “They called on the telephone and left a message. I just called back and told them to come on up.”
“Oh,” Hermione said softly. Sneering remarkably like a Malfoy she added, “Could’ve just said that without winding me up, you know.”
“Yes, but doing so is much more enjoyable,” Draco said slyly. He took the heat out of the teasing by grabbing Hermione’s hand and grazing the knuckles with his lips. The simple act of kissing her fingers made Hermione’s temperature rise and Draco could see her eyes dilate in arousal.
The intercom picked that moment to buzz, announcing Harry and Pansy’s arrival.
“Bugger,” muttered Draco at the interruption. Giving Hermione a glance that clearly communicated his desire, Draco stood and accompanied her to the elevator door to await Potter and Pansy.
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“So what you’re saying Malfoy is that the fireplace over there will be floo connected in the morning and we can return then?” paraphrased Harry.
Rolling his eyes but receiving a swift kick under the patio table for it, Draco confirmed Harry’s summation.
“Why don’t you two just stay here tonight? That way we won’t lose each other between now and then,” stated Hermione.
Harry and Draco showed twin expressions of discomfort. Barely being able to contain her amusement, Pansy replied, “What a great idea. This certainly would be an improvement over our room.”
Taking Pansy’s response as agreement, Hermione popped up and said, “Let’s get your things.”
Hermione charged back into the penthouse with Pansy following. Draco looked at Harry and Harry returned the gaze coolly.
“I noticed that Pansy said room, as in singular,” Draco started. “Mind telling me what your intentions are towards her?”
Harry gaped at Draco. He couldn’t believe the irony of the conversation. “Don’t you think that’s between Pansy and I? What are your intentions toward Hermione?” Harry countered.
“I love Hermione and I want to be with her. I intend to be with her, at Hogwarts and after,” replied Draco with out blinking.
“But you know what will happen, Purebloods and Muggleborns don’t mix. Hermione could be in danger, so could you for that matter,” Harry answered.
“Don’t think we haven’t thought about that,” snapped Draco. “Is that the only thing you’re worried about? Aren’t you afraid I’ll take Hermione away from you?”
Puzzled, Harry looked at Draco. “You’re jealous,” Harry said in an amazed voice. “But that’s silly; Hermione can still be my friend even as she loves you.”
Not quite believing the reasonable response he was getting from Potter, Draco tried to understand what was going on. Things didn’t add up. Potter should be swinging at him by now, sputtering all the way. Instead, Harry was sitting comfortably in his patio chair, swirling the wine in his glass and looking more thoughtful than anything else.
“Why aren’t you ready to blast my head off?” asked Draco. “Spouting all sorts on nonsense about dark wizards and some such rot?”
“Should I be?” murmured Harry with a slight smile playing around his lips.
“Of course not, haven’t you learned anything in the time you have spent with Pansy?” huffed Draco.
Getting fed up with Draco’s dramatics Harry turned to face him. “Yes actually, I’ve learned quite a bit,” Harry smirked.
What’s with all these Gryffindors smirking all over the place? Draco looked at Harry long and hard. And the realization hit Draco like a bludger in the head. “You and Pansy… this isn’t some island fling for you two either.” Draco said in amazement.
Harry’s cheeks reddened slightly, “I don’t know. I know that I do not enter into relationships casually, certainly not with a Slytherin. I enjoy being with Pansy and want to see where this will go.”
Dumbfounded, Draco digested this news.
“I think I like shocking you Malfoy, at least it shuts you up,” grinned Harry.
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Hermione and Pansy made their way to Pansy and Harry’s room. Pansy busied herself with picking up and throwing their meagre belongings into the plastic laundry bags supplied by the resort. Hermione simply leaned against the doorframe and watched.
As Pansy bent to pick up the last of the clothes, she said, “You’re not going to hurt him are you? This had better not be some prissy Gryffindor game. He’s serious and I won’t see him hurt.”
A little taken aback by the return of the fierce Pansy Parkinson from Hogwarts, Hermione simply eyed Pansy up and down. “The same could be said for yourself.” Hermione responded, “I’m quite surprised to find the Slytherin princess shagging my best friend.”
“I’m not just shagging him I…” Pansy trailed off.
“You what?” queried Hermione.
“I really enjoy being around Harry. I don’t know what will come of it but it is not a game to me,” Pansy said defensively.
“I love Draco, it is not a game to me either,” Hermione said evenly.
Both women surveyed each other, looking for insincerity but finding none. Both coming to the same conclusion, they simply picked up the bags of clothing and headed back upstairs to the penthouse.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The two of them found Draco and Harry still on the patio, in a heated Quidditch discussion. Rolling their eyes in identical manners, Hermione and Pansy took the clothing into the guest bedroom opposite the master bedroom. Unceremoniously dumping the contents on the bed, Hermione yawned rather loudly and bid a goodnight to Pansy who was already peeling her shoes off and heading to the adjoining bathroom.
Leaning out of the patio doors, Hermione interrupted, “I’m completely knackered. I’m going to bed, Draco hurry your arse up. You can talk to Harry about Quidditch in the morning.”
Twin sets of astonished expressions where held on Harry’s and Draco’s faces. As Hermione ducked back inside, Harry turned to Draco, finding a blush creeping its way up his cheeks.
“Well, time I turned in,” murmured Draco taking a deep breath and pushing up from his chair.
“See you in the morning,” Harry said benignly.
Draco walked into the master bedroom to find Hermione in bed already. Peeling off his clothes and sliding in between the luxurious sheets, Draco spooned the front of his torso against Hermione’s back. It was completely decadent to feel the skin-on-skin contact, even if he concurred that he was too tired to further contemplate taking any action on his desire. Echoing his sentiments, Hermione simply grasped Draco’s hand and squeezed it in response to the light kiss he bestowed on the back of her neck.
“G’night Hermione,” Draco whispered. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” softly murmured Hermione as she snuggled into Draco embrace.
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A Week in the Life: Day 6
By Jules
Hermione awoke to an odd sensation. She could clearly hear the quite loud chirping of birds not native to Great Britain, the swooshing of palm fronds and the far off shushing of the surf. The lights beyond her eyelids seemed to be blinking. Half of her body, the left half to be exact, was warm and cosy while her right half was chilled and damp. As she lay there a while longer, she became aware of the intermittent warm puffs of air and the slight tickle on her neck. Turning slightly, Hermione saw what she had deduced she would see -- Draco draped over her left side with his face burrowed into her neck.
That explains the temperature difference, thought Hermione, still a little bleary. Taking advantage of Draco’s arm as her pillow, Hermione shifted and snuggled closer. I might as well enjoy this, we’ve loads to discuss and this may well be the most peace we get today. Hermione nestled her cheek against Draco’s hair, smelling the faint scent of cucumbers and mud. Frowning slightly, Hermione drifted back to sleep.
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Draco awakened with his front rather toasty and his backside rather clammy. Swimming to consciousness, Draco realized he was once again waking up outside. The gazebo two nights ago, dozing in a chair last night, what kind of getaway is this? It was then that Draco realized he was not alone this morning, as he had been the two previous. Hermione, her head resting on his now numb arm, was lying in his embrace. It’s a wonder neither of us has fallen off this lounge chair, Draco thought as he surreptitiously tried to move his arm from under Hermione’s head. Unfortunately, the narrowness of their “bed” caused Draco to unsettle Hermione to the extent that she decided to roll over, pushing her firm ass right into Draco’s groin.
Whoa boy! Draco gasped as his not by any means numb nether regions stood firmly at attention. It’s been only two days and all I want to do is rip that little halter top off and bury my mouth between her breasts. He could feel the arm of the chair digging into his lower back and Hermione’s butt pressed up against his erection. I guess there could be worse places to be, Draco thought ruefully. I really don’t want to walk around sporting wood as we leave the patio, so I had better do something. Silently, Draco began reciting Arithmancy equations and envisioned helping his mother prune the Blood-roses at home.
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Hermione woke up for the second time that morning to the almost silent whispering of Arithmancy theorems in her ear and the unfortunate realization that she was rhythmically rubbing her bum into Draco’s lap. Ah, that explains the Arithmancy then. Hermione stilled her movements and she heard Draco sigh in relief. Enjoying the serene closeness but not wanting to upset Draco she simply took a hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze. She was gratified by the immediate returning grasp. Things will be fine. We will figure this all out. It will be difficult but I know I love him and I am fairly sure he loves me. The world sees us as adult; I think we should begin acting like adults.
Moving forward slightly and turning towards Draco, Hermione rested her head on her arm while still holding Draco’s hand. It was then she noticed that he seemed to be having difficulty moving the arm she had been laying on.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Um, I will be, it’s just a bit tingly that’s all,” he replied.
“Was I on it all night? Oh my gosh I am so sorry…” started Hermione but Draco cut her off.
“I wouldn’t change it for the world,” Draco said seriously, looking Hermione straight in the eye. “I’d rather cut off my arm than keep arguing with you.”
“Should I rub it to get the circulation back?” queried Hermione.
“I can think of other things I’d like you to rub,” smirked Draco.
Perfectly mimicking his raised eyebrow, Hermione replied, “I bet you can. But I must say I am starving, chilly and slightly damp. Can we get changed and have a bite?”
Draco smirked even wider and Hermione blushed at her unintended innuendo. Deciding not to follow that conversational path further, Hermione and Draco disentangled themselves from each other and sat up.
“Are there still clothes for me in your room?” asked Draco.
“If you mean is there still the luggage you filched in there then the answer is yes,” Hermione admonished but softened it with a grin.
“Well, yes that is what I meant,” Draco responded.
“Well then, come on,” Hermione said as she stood up and smoothed her rumpled skirt as best she could.
Draco stood and furtively adjusted his trousers from the night before. All evidence of his prior concern had ebbed. Hermione noticed his attention and said with a wink as she passed him on the way to the room, “So the theorems work then?”
Draco looked up in time to see Hermione put a little extra sashay into her walk as she crossed the patio.
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Getting clothes proved to be slightly more difficult than they had thought. The room they had been using was bustling with activity once they reached it. Hotel personnel were buzzing in and out while a couple suspiciously their same sizes railed at the management for misplacing their luggage. Deciding that there was nothing in the room they needed as they had their wands, a judicious exit down the hallway was undertaken.
“Well now, we’ll just have to get another room and some more clothes,” stated Hermione.
“But that was a suite! Malfoy’s do not get rooms, they get suites!” whined Draco, exaggerating only a little bit.
“Certainly you stole that key, you can steal another,” answered Hermione, trying to cut off the narcissistic episode before it started.
“I’m too hungry to properly pinch another key. Let’s eat then get cleaned up,” Draco responded and took Hermione’s hand heading back towards to lobby and restaurant.
They quickly reached the restaurant and were seated by the windows overlooking the ocean. The waves were quite high, pushed by the brisk ocean breeze. The restaurant was a dream in crisp white tablecloths, terra cotta tile floors, the rich mahogany bar, lazy ceiling fans and gauzy window treatments. Hermione felt as if she would see Ingrid Bergman walk in any moment.
Draco watched Hermione take in the restaurant and saw it anew in her eyes. A small smiled played along his lips as he watched Hermione inventory the table, the walls, the curtains and the floor. What does she see? He wondered. A soft “A-Hem” interrupted his thoughts.
Moana stood at the table with a grin on her face and a knowing look in her eye. “May I take your order?” she asked politely.
Hermione’s head snapped up and her gaze hardened. Looking beyond the initial harsh stare, Draco could see the hurt and wondered at it.
“Hello Moana, can we both have the breakfast buffet?” Draco replied.
“Sure, it runs for another 45 minutes so eat up. Would you like champagne with your brunch?” She enquired.
“Yes, I have something to celebrate,” Draco said determinedly.
As Moana turned and put her receipt book away, both Draco and Hermione could clearly hear even though it was sotto voce, “Glad you got your head out of your ass, Steel.”
Hermione’s eyebrow climbed into her hairline as Draco flushed at the comment.
As Hermione’s amazed expression softened into gentle laughter, Draco began, “I came in here two mornings ago and Moana thought I looked lost. She was right. I had slept in the gazebo after I walked out on you, after I abused you.” Draco inhaled sharply. “What I did was wrong. I should have at least confronted you and argued with you but instead I was hurt and ran away. I didn’t think at all, I just felt. It was so frightening, too frightening, so I got mad and left. Of course, that’s after I hurt you as best as I could. And what scares me even more was that instead if seeing myself as I did this to you; all I could see was my father.”
Hermione watched Draco during his confession, methodically shredding the paper napkin from under his water glass. She appreciated his honesty and trust in her. It had been a long and fierce journey to get to this point. Although the way they felt about each other was plain, Draco was taking a chance that their feelings would see them through this and other rough spots in their possible relationship. Could she take the risk to trust him again?
Just as Hermione opened her mouth to speak, Moana set down their champagne in two of the most ornate flutes Hermione had ever seen. The glass seemed spun from millions of woven fibres that expanded into the tapered bell of the goblet. The stem seemed impossibly thin to support the tall triangular flute. The small bubbles danced from bottom to top in the glass, racing each other to break the surface.
“When people finally make the right choice I think that really is something to commemorate,” Moana stated with a wink at Hermione as she walked away.
Regrouping and with her head swimming, Hermione raised her glass to Draco and said simply, “I love you.”
Draco merely stared at Hermione. The pounding of his heart and his breathing gave him a light-headed feeling. The anxiety about hearing Hermione say the words and knowing that she knew it all and still meant them terrified him. What if I fuck it up? What if I let her down? All I know is how to think about myself and act like my asshole father! I can’t do this.
Hermione could see the turmoil going on inside Draco. She was fearful that if she let him perseverate too long he would wind himself up until he popped. Reaching across the table and taking Draco’s hand, Hermione reiterated, “I love you. I know you are not perfect, neither am I.”
Looking up at her and blinking rather owlishly, Draco squeezed Hermione’s hand for all he was worth.
“I love you too, utterly and completely,” Draco said. “I know I will mess up and make you angry. Just promise me I can make it up to you.”
“I don’t think it will be easy. For all that we are different, we both easily jump to conclusions and hold grudges. But for all of that I love you and want to keep loving you, need to love you, need you to love me,” Hermione responded.
Hermione looked into Draco’s eyes. There she saw the glee and joy, the uncertainty and pain and ultimately the commitment. Softly she said, “Let’s eat.”
“Allow me,” answered Draco, pulling out Hermione’s chair as they both headed for the buffet.
~*~*~*~*~*~
After stuffing themselves silly on the made-to-order omelettes, potatoes O’Brien, exotic island fruit and fortifying themselves with strong coffee; Draco and Hermione were ready to face the procurement of another room and more clothing. After wringing a promise to use Obliviate only in a dire emergency, Hermione watched Draco charm the concierge into divulging that the penthouse was currently vacant. As Hermione’s amazed gaze followed him, Draco was able to not only register legally but plead that their luggage was lost and could they have a line of credit in the hotel shops? Draco came walking towards Hermione with two pass keys and two hotel credit vouchers to use in the shops.
“Would you like to see the penthouse or would you like to replenish your wardrobe?” Draco enquired with a smile.
“How did you do that? Did you use something to convince them of all this?” Hermione asked suspiciously.
“No I did not use any dark magic if that’s what you’re asking,” Draco responded testily.
“Well it’s just that five days ago you obliviated poor Chad endlessly…” countered Hermione.
“Well I’m not a complete dolt. I am capable of learning how to interact with Muggles,” Draco said curtly.
Sensing that this could dissolve into a conflict quickly, Hermione quickly leaned over and softly brushed her lips against Draco’s. While only meaning it to be a quick peck, Hermione couldn’t help lingering in the silky heat for a few moments and finishing the kiss with a tender bite on Draco’s bottom lip. “I trust you,” she reminded him.
Opening his eyes and pulling slightly back from Hermione, Draco muttered, “I should think so after our conversation at breakfast.”
Taking Draco’s hand Hermione said “Let’s shop!”
Crossing the lobby they entered the clothing shop and proceeded to pick out their ‘replacement’ toiletries, a silk island shirt in green and black for Draco, a couple of t-shirts with the resort name tastefully embroidered on the sleeve, a pair of shorts each and a floaty sundress in green, brown and gold for Hermione. Both also bought a pair of sandals as their feet were beginning to hurt in their dancing shoes from the night before.
Laden with packages, they started across the lobby, past the staircase to the ‘reserved’ lift. The bellman in smart island whites briefly examined their pass keys and let them enter the exclusive elevator. The deep mahogany woodwork from the bar was echoed inside, tastefully interwoven with mirrors and cream jacquard upholstery. Hermione leaned back and rested against Draco’s chest. But before Draco was able to do anything more than softly kiss her neck the doors opened onto their new suite.
The foyer was larger than her dorm room in Gryffindor tower at Hogwarts. The grey marble floors were veined with gold and the floor to ceiling windows in the living room were draped in sheer fabric that rippled in the breeze. The leather couches in front of the fireplace faced each other and the low glass coffee table between had a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the centre. The wet bar off to the side looked fully stocked and as Hermione walked closer she could see a patio balcony outside the sliding glass doors that was the size of the foyer.
Turning back to the living room area, Draco was nowhere to be seen. Following the burble of running water, Hermione entered a Muggle bath that rivalled the prefect’s bath at Hogwarts. In front of her was a sunken marble tub that could have easily fit five adults. Off to the side was an eight-headed shower. Behind her adjoining the wall containing the door was the double-sink, marble topped vanity. The skylights would let in the stars or the sun, depending on the time of day. Through the door to the right was the separate area for the toilet. Hanging on the bathroom door was a hotel robe, made of the softest terrycloth. The tub was filling with citrus scented water but there was no sign of Draco. Suddenly soft classical music was wafting through the penthouse. Ah, found Draco. He has figured out Muggle electronics then.
Just then Draco entered carrying two wine glasses and a bottle of Marmetino. Wearing one of the sumptuous hotel robes and a smile he crossed to the tub’s ledge, tested the water and set the wine and glasses down. Hermione, feeling overdressed began to remove the scarf covering her skirt.
“No, let me please,” whispered Draco. He removed the shawl and unbuttoned her white skirt. Releasing the skirt to pool on the floor, Draco slid his hands up Hermione’s rib cage to unclasp her halter top. It soon followed the skirt to the floor. Meanwhile Hermione’s hands were busy pushing open the slit of Draco’s robe and soothing themselves lightly over Draco’s chest.
“You’re so beautiful, your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt,” murmured Draco as his nose rubbed against the sensitive skin under Hermione’s ear. The soft air puffs against her heated skin sent shivers down her spine.
“Yours is like touching living marble,” Hermione replied as she caressed across his shoulders, “So smooth but warm to the touch.”
Easily slipping his fingers under the waistband of her knickers, Draco slid them down her legs, pausing to nuzzle her abdomen, just above the hair line. “Gods, the smell of you makes my mouth water.”
Finally divesting Draco of his robe entirely, Hermione pulled him up by his hair. Gently tugging him into a stand Hermione took a step closer, pressing her entire body into his. Draco could feel her nipples harden into points with the skin-to-skin contact. Using his hair once again, Hermione pulled Draco to her, forehead to forehead. “Let’s get in the bath,” Hermione breathed heavily.
Gently rubbing his nose against hers, Draco responded, “Get in and I’ll join you in a moment.”
Slowly sitting on the ledge and swinging her feet into the warm water, Hermione watched Draco cross the room and rotate a knob on the wall. Jacuzzi jets bubbled to life, swirling the scented water in the cavernous tub. Easing into the warm water, Hermione could feel her muscles relax. Although her body was loosening up, her arousal continued to thrum along her nerves. The unique combination of lassitude and excitement was heightened when Draco waded across the whirling water carrying chopsticks. Eyeing him ruefully, Hermione simply raised an eyebrow.
Leaning over, Draco whispered, “Turn ‘round.”
Presenting her back to Draco, Hermione soon felt him finger combing her hair. Shivers sped down her spine. Smoothing his fingers through her clinging curls, he began to nibble her neck as he twisted her mane into one long rope. Wrapping her hair around and around on the crown of her head, Draco secured the twists with the chopsticks. Draco gently brushed his lips along her shoulder as he circled to face Hermione.
“Now you look like the woman in the bubble bath advertisements,” Draco said with a smile.
Hermione, her whole body now tingling, grinned back at Draco. Slowly Hermione closed the distance between them and rubbed the tip of her nose against Draco’s cheek.
“Thank you. I’ve always wanted to be pampered, just a little bit,” Hermione responded softly.
Catching her face in his palm, Draco pressed his lips firmly against Hermione’s. Even though the warm water and the bubbling massage was reminding his body that he had not had the benefit of sleeping in a bed for the last three nights, Draco’s libido reminded him that the woman who loved him was just then opening her mouth to suck his tongue into her moist cavern. Wanting nothing more than to continue kissing Hermione, Draco threaded his hands into her loosely knotted hair to shift the angle of their kiss to allow him better access to her tongue. Sensuously sliding his lips over and over Hermione’s, Draco curled his tongue around hers and stroked it repeatedly.
Hermione decided that while the kissing was grand, she wanted more. Sliding her hands over Draco’s arms and shoulders, Hermione let her hands drift across his chest. Lightly circling his nipples, the ferocity with which Draco was invading her mouth deepened as she felt them harden. Pressing her torso against his, Hermione could feel the ripple of Draco’s muscles tensing as her skin slid along his. Giving his firm buds a quick pinch, Hermione moved her hands to his back and down along his ass cheeks. Fondling his buttocks, Hermione practically crawled onto Draco’s lap.
Draco, remembering his original plan for the Jacuzzi but unable to resist the delectable opportunity Hermione presented to his lust filled mind, grabbed Hermione’s hips and jammed them against his already aching erection. Ripping his lips from hers and groaning into Hermione’s ear, he heard her breathy twin reply. Continuing to grind against the bushy silk of Hermione, Draco lowered his mouth to capture one of her nipples and worry it between his teeth. Hermione, overwhelmed with the the sensation of Draco’s hard length dragging itself repeatedly against her clit as his mouth did wicked things to her breast, cried, “Oh Gods Draco, I’m going to come.”
“Do it, but say my name as you do,” Draco said letting go of Hermione’s nipple with a soft pop. Draco gave another firm shove with his hips and he could feel Hermione come apart. Hermione stiffened and arched her back; raising her breasts further out of the swirling water as well as forcing her clit more firmly into contact with Draco’s hardness. Draco lowered his mouth to capture one of Hermione’s nipples that now looked hard enough to cut glass, while she grabbed his hair to steady herself. Moaning Draco’s name, Hermione felt the convulsions through her whole body. Gradually the intensity lessened and Hermione let go of Draco’s hair as she slumped forward.
Licking his way up her neck to gently bite her earlobe, Draco whispered, “I love to see you fall apart and know that I did that to you.”
“But you didn’t… You’re still…You didn’t come,” Hermione finally was able to say.
“I know, but don’t worry I will,” replied Draco. “I know exactly what you need.”
Lifting Hermione off his lap and gently turning her so that she was facing the side of the tub, Draco lightly began to trace erotic patterns over her stomach. He held Hermione tightly pressed against his chest and had his penis strategically placed between her butt cheeks at the end of her spine. Gently rocking his pelvis against Hermione, Draco began to lathe her neck with his tongue. Using his teeth to scrape behind her ear, his breath softly blew across it to cause new shudders to ripple down Hermione’s body. Increasing the pressure on Hermione’s abdomen and just grazing the undersides of her breasts, Draco tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. Snaking his hand downwards to ruffle her lower curls, Draco simultaneously moved his other hand upward to massage Hermione’s breast. Although the water mitigated the intensity of Draco’s touch, Hermione had to jerk Draco’s hand away from her overly sensitized clitoris.
“Please, it’s too much, too soon,” whimpered Hermione with a grimace.
“Shhh,” hushed Draco. “I have another idea. I bet you’ll love it. Here, let me move you.”
Draco firmly moved Hermione’s thighs as far apart as they would go. Positioning her directly in front of the Jacuzzi jet, Draco simply held her nether lips open while returning to massage her breasts with his other hand. Before long, he began the rhythmic rubbing of his dick between the globes of Hermione’s ass. His lips descended to her neck once again. The water-slickened sensation of the bulbous head of Draco’s penis none-to-gently banging against Hermione’s lower back was excruciating in its ferocity. Draco did not know how long he would last in this position but it was agonizingly erotic.
The warm water lulled Hermione until Draco positioned her in front of the jet. The feeling of the water pulsing over her clit was strangely erotic but thankfully less intense than the direct pressure of his finger. Hermione felt bared to the world as Draco held her labia back so the water could massage her clitoris. The pressure of Draco’s rocking against her back set-up a cadence wherein the pressure he applied stimulated her ever more. Hermione could feel herself spiralling up once again towards a climax.
Draco was quickly losing himself in the sensation of rubbing against Hermione. Wanting to have Hermione join him in bliss, Draco began to more forcefully play with Hermione’s breasts, pulling on the nipples and twisting them firmly. In answer to Draco’s ministrations, Hermione reached up to grab at any part of Draco, to complete their connection. Seizing a hold of Draco’s thigh to steady herself, Hermione grasped the hair on the back of Draco’s head and pulled. The pain and pleasure ripped through Draco and he gave her breast a rough twist as he ground his erection against her ass. The force of Draco’s thrust sent Hermione over the edge again and she simply hissed, “Yes.”
Hearing and feeling Hermione tremble Draco erupted, quaking as his orgasm ripped through his body and soul. Lassitude overtook them both. Hermione knew that neither of them had had a restful night sleep and sincerely fearing that both of them would drown she tugged at Draco’s arm to get out of the whirlpool.
Both semi-conscious they shrugged on the hotel bathrobes and padded into the bedroom where they promptly fell into an exhausted sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Waking a couple of hours later to an insistent tapping, Draco and Hermione struggled out of the tangle that the bedclothes and their robes had become. Hermione being the first one to realize that the tapping was an owl on the balcony, trudged to the patio doors to let the owl in. Bending down to untie the missive Hermione had to quickly move to avoid being hit as the owl flew off. The disgusted hoot told Hermione the owl had been there for some time while she and Draco slept. Another indicator was that the sun was streaking toward the horizon and the colours painted across the sky were deepening to royal blues, hazy violets and brilliant oranges. Turning to re-enter the bedroom, Hermione noticed a blinking light on the phone’s message centre. Not knowing who would be calling them and prioritizing the letter in her hand that was clearly from Hogwarts, Hermione decided that reading it was her main concern.
Draco had felt Hermione leave his side and had been able to deduce from the cessation of tapping that she had gotten the owl post. She found him sitting up in bed, fuzzily shaking his head and rubbing his face to wake himself up.
“Message from Dumbledore?” Draco asked blearily.
“I assume,” replied Hermione as she sat on the edge of the bed. “Shall I?”
“Go ahead,” answered Draco, positioning himself to look over her shoulder.
Hermione broke the seal of the wax and unrolled the parchment:
Dear Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy
I trust that you continue to enjoy your getaway. I understand that there was a slight mishap with the previous portkey. I have therefore taken the liberty of enclosing floo powder for use in your return. The penthouse fireplace will be temporarily connected to the floo network from 08:00 to 08:30 hours tomorrow morning. Simply pronounce ‘Hogwarts - Headmasters office’ as your destination. This should be sufficient time for yourselves, along Miss Parkinson and Mr. Potter, to return to Hogwarts.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster.”
Draco picked up the miniscule pouch and frowned. “There’s less than a speck in here. What good does this do us?” complained Draco.
Hermione simply picked up her wand off the bedside table and said, “Engorgio.”
The pouch returned to its original size, with clearly enough floo powder for four wizards to return to Hogwarts.
“Oh,” Draco said rather sheepishly.
“Are you a wizard or not?” joked Hermione. Leaning over to give Draco a quick kiss, Hermione said, “Now all we have to do is find Harry and Pansy. Don’t you think they’ve been acting rather odd?”
“When doesn’t Potter act strange?” replied Draco. “Not any odder that us.” He quickly added after seeing Hermione stare.
“Clearly something is going on between them - I mean, we saw them on the beach and Pansy has been teaching him to dance for Merlin’s sake. I would never have believed it,” chattered Hermione.
“Well, I can’t say as I understand what she’s doing with Potter but I’d hazard a guess it is similar to what we just did in the Jacuzzi,” Draco said with a smirk.
Blushing brightly at the abandon of a few hours ago, Hermione got up and began to get dressed. When she finished pulling the resort T-shirt over her head and turned back to face Draco, Hermione raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms and smiled at him.
Giving in, Draco grabbed his T-shirt and shorts and went into the bathroom. Hermione busied herself by locating the room service menu and picking out what she wanted for dinner. Surprisingly it didn’t take long for Draco to re-appear. Looking up Hermione spotted a dab of shaving cream behind Draco’s ear. Swiping it with her finger, Hermione went into the bathroom to take care of her absolutions. When she came out, she found Draco examining the menu.
“How are we supposed to find Harry and Pansy?” asked Hermione.
“What’s maquis?” pondered Draco. “I’ve never heard of it.”
Rolling her eyes, Hermione responded, “In the hills of the island there is a mix of aromatic herbs, shrubs and flowers; in cooking, the herbs are used. We really should look for Harry and Pansy.”
“How do you think that it would taste...” brooded Draco.
“Draco, are you listening? We have to find Harry and Pansy by tomorrow morning. Even though I am hungry, I think we should find them first, the kitchen is open all night,” Hermione interrupted.
“No need to get your knickers all twisted. They’ll be here in a few minutes,” Draco casually responded.
“What do you mean they’ll be here? How do they know we’re here, divination?” Hermione tersely replied.
“Are you or are you not a Muggleborn?” Draco mimicked. “They called on the telephone and left a message. I just called back and told them to come on up.”
“Oh,” Hermione said softly. Sneering remarkably like a Malfoy she added, “Could’ve just said that without winding me up, you know.”
“Yes, but doing so is much more enjoyable,” Draco said slyly. He took the heat out of the teasing by grabbing Hermione’s hand and grazing the knuckles with his lips. The simple act of kissing her fingers made Hermione’s temperature rise and Draco could see her eyes dilate in arousal.
The intercom picked that moment to buzz, announcing Harry and Pansy’s arrival.
“Bugger,” muttered Draco at the interruption. Giving Hermione a glance that clearly communicated his desire, Draco stood and accompanied her to the elevator door to await Potter and Pansy.
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“So what you’re saying Malfoy is that the fireplace over there will be floo connected in the morning and we can return then?” paraphrased Harry.
Rolling his eyes but receiving a swift kick under the patio table for it, Draco confirmed Harry’s summation.
“Why don’t you two just stay here tonight? That way we won’t lose each other between now and then,” stated Hermione.
Harry and Draco showed twin expressions of discomfort. Barely being able to contain her amusement, Pansy replied, “What a great idea. This certainly would be an improvement over our room.”
Taking Pansy’s response as agreement, Hermione popped up and said, “Let’s get your things.”
Hermione charged back into the penthouse with Pansy following. Draco looked at Harry and Harry returned the gaze coolly.
“I noticed that Pansy said room, as in singular,” Draco started. “Mind telling me what your intentions are towards her?”
Harry gaped at Draco. He couldn’t believe the irony of the conversation. “Don’t you think that’s between Pansy and I? What are your intentions toward Hermione?” Harry countered.
“I love Hermione and I want to be with her. I intend to be with her, at Hogwarts and after,” replied Draco with out blinking.
“But you know what will happen, Purebloods and Muggleborns don’t mix. Hermione could be in danger, so could you for that matter,” Harry answered.
“Don’t think we haven’t thought about that,” snapped Draco. “Is that the only thing you’re worried about? Aren’t you afraid I’ll take Hermione away from you?”
Puzzled, Harry looked at Draco. “You’re jealous,” Harry said in an amazed voice. “But that’s silly; Hermione can still be my friend even as she loves you.”
Not quite believing the reasonable response he was getting from Potter, Draco tried to understand what was going on. Things didn’t add up. Potter should be swinging at him by now, sputtering all the way. Instead, Harry was sitting comfortably in his patio chair, swirling the wine in his glass and looking more thoughtful than anything else.
“Why aren’t you ready to blast my head off?” asked Draco. “Spouting all sorts on nonsense about dark wizards and some such rot?”
“Should I be?” murmured Harry with a slight smile playing around his lips.
“Of course not, haven’t you learned anything in the time you have spent with Pansy?” huffed Draco.
Getting fed up with Draco’s dramatics Harry turned to face him. “Yes actually, I’ve learned quite a bit,” Harry smirked.
What’s with all these Gryffindors smirking all over the place? Draco looked at Harry long and hard. And the realization hit Draco like a bludger in the head. “You and Pansy… this isn’t some island fling for you two either.” Draco said in amazement.
Harry’s cheeks reddened slightly, “I don’t know. I know that I do not enter into relationships casually, certainly not with a Slytherin. I enjoy being with Pansy and want to see where this will go.”
Dumbfounded, Draco digested this news.
“I think I like shocking you Malfoy, at least it shuts you up,” grinned Harry.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione and Pansy made their way to Pansy and Harry’s room. Pansy busied herself with picking up and throwing their meagre belongings into the plastic laundry bags supplied by the resort. Hermione simply leaned against the doorframe and watched.
As Pansy bent to pick up the last of the clothes, she said, “You’re not going to hurt him are you? This had better not be some prissy Gryffindor game. He’s serious and I won’t see him hurt.”
A little taken aback by the return of the fierce Pansy Parkinson from Hogwarts, Hermione simply eyed Pansy up and down. “The same could be said for yourself.” Hermione responded, “I’m quite surprised to find the Slytherin princess shagging my best friend.”
“I’m not just shagging him I…” Pansy trailed off.
“You what?” queried Hermione.
“I really enjoy being around Harry. I don’t know what will come of it but it is not a game to me,” Pansy said defensively.
“I love Draco, it is not a game to me either,” Hermione said evenly.
Both women surveyed each other, looking for insincerity but finding none. Both coming to the same conclusion, they simply picked up the bags of clothing and headed back upstairs to the penthouse.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The two of them found Draco and Harry still on the patio, in a heated Quidditch discussion. Rolling their eyes in identical manners, Hermione and Pansy took the clothing into the guest bedroom opposite the master bedroom. Unceremoniously dumping the contents on the bed, Hermione yawned rather loudly and bid a goodnight to Pansy who was already peeling her shoes off and heading to the adjoining bathroom.
Leaning out of the patio doors, Hermione interrupted, “I’m completely knackered. I’m going to bed, Draco hurry your arse up. You can talk to Harry about Quidditch in the morning.”
Twin sets of astonished expressions where held on Harry’s and Draco’s faces. As Hermione ducked back inside, Harry turned to Draco, finding a blush creeping its way up his cheeks.
“Well, time I turned in,” murmured Draco taking a deep breath and pushing up from his chair.
“See you in the morning,” Harry said benignly.
Draco walked into the master bedroom to find Hermione in bed already. Peeling off his clothes and sliding in between the luxurious sheets, Draco spooned the front of his torso against Hermione’s back. It was completely decadent to feel the skin-on-skin contact, even if he concurred that he was too tired to further contemplate taking any action on his desire. Echoing his sentiments, Hermione simply grasped Draco’s hand and squeezed it in response to the light kiss he bestowed on the back of her neck.
“G’night Hermione,” Draco whispered. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” softly murmured Hermione as she snuggled into Draco embrace.