Dramione // NSFW
Draco’s hands cupped Hermione’s breasts, his breath hot against the nape of her neck as he thrust into her from behind, her back to his chest.
She was heaven, a fucking delicacy he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch.
Draco’s hands cupped Hermione’s breasts, his breath hot against the nape of her neck as he thrust into her from behind, her back to his chest.
She was heaven, a fucking delicacy he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch.
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He couldn’t stop watching her, even then. Even now.
She had caught him staring several times, shooting him glares and warning looks, but it didn’t stop him.
He brushed her hair over one shoulder so he could kiss her neck, hearing her breath hitch and watching her lashes flutter, admiring how swollen her lips were from his kisses.
He couldn’t stop.
Their children’s engagement had brought them together and now they were lost, in too deep to walk away.
It would be scandalous—the Minister of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot. A war heroine and a former Death Eater, now bound by the marriage of Rose and Scorpius.
They wanted to tell them first, before anyone else.
Draco would’ve told Scorpius today, but Hermione insisted the focus remain on them on their special day. He supposed she was right.
All Draco knew was that he would do anything to keep her.
Draco had always wanted to fuck her in front of a mirror, to watch the way they moved together, to see the way his cock sank in and out of her cunt.
Tonight, she’d given him that.