Hopeful for Happiness

A/N: This is part of a larger story with plot, but I'm posting it as a one-shot, which turns it into more of a PWP. I'm a voracious Dramione reader, and I prefer stories when they're adults, so this is canon and epilogue compliant, set post-Ron and post-Astoria.

Hermione sipped her tea and gazed fondly at her photo of her daughter Rose, wearing her Gryffindor hat and shirt with a trace of butterbeer foam on her top lip. Hermione's mind wandered back to the weekend they had spent together in Hogsmead last month over spring holidays. It had been Rose and Hugo's first holiday since the divorce with Ron was finalized in February, and Hermione's time with the children had brightened her mood and pulled her out of the rote motions of daily living she had fallen into after the divorce.

She placed her cup of tea on the table and opened her new book, settling in to read for a few minutes before bed. Her eyes unintentionally strayed to the newly renovated house across the corner, a repeated occurrence since Draco Malfoy had moved in. She and Malfoy had become passing and polite acquaintances over the years, but generally didn't move in the same social circles, and she had seen him only a handful of times since Astoria's death. She had been surprised when Malfoy moved into the newly renovated home with a small dog in tow. She had been even more surprised when she had gone to welcome him to the neighborhood last week, and they had ended up chatting for a half hour on his porch.

He had opened his door in confusion at first, and when Hermione had greeted him, explaining they were now neighbors, his clear gray eyes had crinkled at the corners in a genuine smile. "That's an unexpected and wonderful surprise!" he'd said, hand ruffling through his hair. Malfoy's wide smile had caused a small swooping sensation in her stomach that was unexpected but not entirely unwelcome. They chatted, Hermione explaining her recent divorce with Ron – his eyes had darkened in sympathy – and him discussing the need for his own change now that Scorpius was nearly halfway through his time at Hogwarts; the Manor was too big and held too many memories of life with Astoria and Scorpius together. As they had talked, Hermione's eyes took him fully in; he looked like he had poured himself into his white button-down shirt and dark muggle jeans, and she had swallowed heavily, trying not to stare at his rounded chest and arms pressing firmly against the cotton fabric, slightly straining against the buttons. He clearly took care of himself. Which was not shocking; this was Draco Malfoy.

They had parted ways with heat pooling between Hermione's legs and an accepted invitation for a drink and a tour of his newly renovated home the following weekend. In the days since, Hermione had continued to relive her memories of Malfoy's gray eyes probing hers on his porch, and she found herself fantasizing about what he looked like under his tight button-down shirt. The swooping sensation she felt on his porch had turned into outright lust in the ensuing days. She had been too caught up in the misery of ending her marriage to think about other men for the past year, and her intimacy with Ron in the bedroom had dwindled to nothing some time before that.

Although she'd have never expected Malfoy would be the first man to catch her eye post-divorce, she couldn't bring herself to feel any shame over it. He was too attractive, and too nice, and their school days too far gone, for past grudges to hold weight anymore. Her spark of interest in Malfoy was a good thing, she felt, and she was most certainly looking forward to seeing him again Friday night.

~0~

Wednesday evening, Hermione returned from work late, dusk settling outside and house windows lighting up against the darkening sky. As she prepared a light dinner for herself, she flicked her eyes frequently towards Malfoy's house, eventually catching sight of him walking by the large upstairs window.

She continued looking, levitating her soup over to the dining table, and he walked by again, this time with his shirt off. Now Hermione's attention was fully focused on the window. After 30 more seconds she was rewarded; he walked back by fully nude. Her face broke into an unbelieving grin, and she stifled a groan, wishing she were close enough to see more than just his blurred nude form. He must be showering; maybe he'd come back out for another show after. She kept her eyes open, barely focusing on her dinner, and some time later, she saw him close the curtains wrapped in a towel. She sighed contentedly. Show over for the night. Closing her own curtains against the almost-dark sky, she set a spell to clean up her dinner dishes and settled into the sofa with a book, her fantasies filling in the details she couldn't see from so far away.

~0~

Friday evening arrived, and after changing into a skirt and halter top and touching up her makeup and hair, Hermione crossed the street to meet Malfoy. He was in his yard, and he smiled as she approached. His dog ran in circles, tail wagging, near his legs. Oh those legs. Her eyes traveled up to where his legs disappeared into his khaki shorts, and then continued up his loose linen shirt, which strained slightly over his chest, and then up to his eyes. His gray eyes made her melt. Those eyes turned her lusting over his body into a full on knickers-melting. Steady, she thought, don't drop your knickers on the sidewalk.

"Have you unpacked all your things yet?" she asked, stopping in front of him and catching his gaze.

"Yes, I finally finished two days ago," he groaned. "So glad this move is finally over!"

"Really?" she laughed. "What took so long to get unpacked?"

He threw a stick to the dog, then focused on Hermione again. "I had a lot going on at work, and some travel to France, and just wasn't here much after I moved in." The dog ran back with the stick in her mouth and dropped it at his feet. He threw it again, then turned his beautiful eyes to her once more, asking her about her week.

She found it difficult to focus on his words, becoming lost in his gray eyes that never strayed from hers. But she gamely kept up her half of the exchange, internally melting a little more with each passing second she gazed into his eyes, heat starting to grow between her legs again. There was no reason to look away, and he never broke the gaze, except to throw the dog her stick. Trying to stem the flush rising in her face, she noted, "I heard that your mother is working on a fundraiser for St. Mungo's to build a new wing for healing potions research."

"She is," he affirmed. "She actually stayed with me last night so we could discuss details for the fundraiser." He grimaced. "Then she spent today shopping for new furniture for the guest bedroom." He gestured toward the house; presumably the guest bedroom was in there somewhere, she thought distantly, distracted by his biceps contracting as he waved his arm. "And she told me I need to redo the master bath because a shower isn't a proper shower without marble tile and brass fixtures. She doesn't like the modern finishes I chose."

Malfoy stepped closer, breaking into Hermione's personal space. She felt simultaneously uncomfortable and thrilled with the proximity. Tilting her head to look up at him at this new, closer angle, his shower comment triggered her memory, and she decided to be bold. Not breaking eye contact, heart racing, she said softly, "You should close your curtains before you undress for the shower. I have a full view of everything in your new windows."

His eyes widened a fraction before he broke into a grin. "You don't like what you see?"

Her stomach dropped in desire, her core tingled, and her breath caught. He was flirting with her! Summoning her courage, she smirked, "Based on what you wore when we talked on your porch last week, I'm sure I would have loved what I saw, had I been close enough to see any details. But I wasn't."

A fire lit behind his eyes, his smile turning slightly predatory. "Would you like to remedy that?"

He did not just say that. He did not just say that. Oh lord, yes! Despite her instinct to flee, to back up, to establish her personal bubble again, she stood her ground, still riveted by those eyes, the heat between her legs pooling into something tangible. She smiled sweetly up at him, not giving away the speeding pulse and breathlessness coming over her. "I do like fine art. And good architecture. I'd be happy to take you up on that tour of your house now."

The corners of his eyes crinkled, melting her further, and his smile widened. "Perfect," he murmured. He turned toward the house. "Bandit, come!" The dog bounded across the yard; he laughed as she yipped at his legs. Finally released from his gaze, Hermione took a deep but shaky breath, glanced at her house, and followed him up the walk.

Malfoy held the door open for her as she entered; she glanced at him, his intense gaze unwavering, and a smile hovering at his lips. She walked past him and stopped, trying to concentrate on the house and the rooms and say something intelligible. He closed the door softly; she stood slightly frozen and unable to look back at him. "This is beautiful…" she began politely, trying to hide her nerves, when she felt him step closer and place his hand on her hip from behind. Warning bells sounded in her head – this is too soon, I'm not ready for someone else yet – but she couldn't bring herself to listen to them. His chest pressed against her back, he moved her hair to the side, and he softly kissed the side of her neck. She shuddered, breath catching, and then he moved away, stepping to the side and leading her toward the kitchen. The warning bells faded into background chatter, present but ignored. Much stronger was the sensation of Malfoy's lips, still lingering like a butterfly on her neck. Feeling slightly empty as he moved away, she followed him to the center of the house.

He stopped at the kitchen island, leaning back against it, hands behind him on the counter, pulling his shirt tight across his chest. "I designed an open floor plan and stairway. I mostly eat at the bar, and use the dining room up front when mother and father join me. I wanted the kitchen and living area to look out on the back yard." Malfoy pushed off the island and made for the cupboards across the kitchen. His shorts hugged his bum as she trailed behind him, and the heat between her legs grew hotter. He caught her gaze again. "Can I get you a glass of wine or some firewhiskey?"

Hermione's face felt flushed, her nervous system on overdrive, and she was having trouble keeping her eyes off his body. She definitely didn't need firewhiskey in her current state. "Wine sounds lovely, thanks."

He rifled through the cupboard. "Pinot noir sound good?" She nodded yes, and he popped open a bottle and poured two glasses. He handed her the goblet and held his own up for a toast. "To new neighbors," he said, touching her goblet with a clink. He gazed at her with a hard glint in his eye, and she felt an overwhelming urge to snog him senseless in his kitchen. Hermione pushed the urge away and raised the glass to her lips, hoping the wine would wash some sense into her overloaded system.

Malfoy took a sip, then set his glass down and walked to the patio doors. His eyes lit up as he looked back at her. "Let me show you the back shed, I think you'll be impressed!"

They crossed the back yard, and he let her enter the shed first, hand grazing the small of her back as she crossed the threshold, but otherwise kept his hands to himself as he waved his wand into the room. The shed magically expanded into a half Quidditch pitch, and she exclaimed appreciatively at this fantastical bit of magic that allowed him to practice Quidditch in the middle of urban London. He explained the magic behind the expansion spell, and then returned the pitch to its original shed size.

They walked side by side back to the house, Malfoy telling a story about the office renovation that she only half paid attention to as she tried to stem the rising tide of excitement and anxiety gathering in her chest. She almost convinced herself she had imagined his lips on her neck at the doorway, that it was all in her head, and this was an innocent house tour and drinks between friends. Once inside the house, she began to walk back toward the kitchen, thinking the tour was over. The background warning bells began to subside in relief, while the heat building between her legs made its disappointment known, wanting him to satiate it.

"Wait," Malfoy said, touching her arm. "Let me show you upstairs." The heat between Hermione's legs flared, but she hesitated. He moved closer, pinning her with his stare, and her insides melted again. He said softly, "You should see the whole house. I want to show it off." Gulping, she nodded, "Okay," and followed him up the stairs. He showed her the guest bedroom where his mother had stayed, which had a large four-poster bed and some beautiful artwork, and Scorpius' bedroom for when he was home from Hogwarts. Then he took her to the master bedroom, and gestured at the front bedroom window. She looked at her house across the street, her large picture windows looking small and obscure from this view. He chuckled, "So this is the window you can see?"

She gulped, an embarrassed smile crossing her face. "Yes." He stepped closer and began unbuttoning his shirt. She stepped back, eyes wide. He wasn't really going to do this was he? That touch of his lips at the front door, the one she almost convinced herself she imagined, indicated yes, he was. Suddenly she was staring at his chest, the chest she had dreamed about for the past week, ever since he had walked out on his porch wearing that tight shirt that made it oh so difficult to focus on his face, or his words, or anything besides his body and his eyes. Here she was with that chest bared in front of her, bulging in all the right places, as smooth and beautiful as in her imagination. His veins were gently marked over his biceps, a gentle washboard down low with the just the right amount of flesh on top, and divets to the side that disappeared into his waistband and sent her pulse racing. She swallowed, hands itching to touch him.

He raised his arms to the side, indicating the view of him before her. "Does this fill in the missing detail?"

She noticed his shorts tenting ever so slightly, which gave her courage, along with the lingering memory of his lips on her neck and hand on her hip. "Some of it," she breathed. Then louder, she smirked, "Half of it's still missing though."

His eyebrows rose high, processing her words. He clearly didn't realize she saw him fully nude. He looked out at her house, appearing to think, then pulled the bedroom curtains closed. He walked over to her and shimmied out of his shorts and boxers. She had a brief moment in her surprise to process the beauty of his erect member and rock hard thighs before his lips were on hers, his hands pulling her hips toward him. Fire spread through her body, erupting between her legs. The warning bells in her head turned into full sirens, but the fire overpowered them, and she kissed him back. This was not a soft comfortable gentle kiss; it was aggressive, belying the fire he must be feeling too, hot and searing and stoking.

His hands slid to the hem of her shirt, and she found the strength to pull away. Looking into those mesmerizing eyes, she murmured, "Not in your bedroom. I can't do this here." Heavy guilt washed over her thinking of Astoria, dead from a blood curse, and herself, only two months divorced, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stairs, not willing to leave until the heat between her legs was doused. "My fantasies mostly have us on your sofa and rug. I expected the sofa to be modern and the rug to be shag, but the ones you have will do."

Malfoy stopped in the bedroom doorway, bringing Hermione up short. His brows raised eagerly. "You've had fantasies?" he asked in wonder.

"Oh yes." She ran her fingers down his chest, reveling at the feel of his smooth skin and muscles she had fantasized about for the past week. Then she tugged him toward the stairs, not willing to touch his body further until she was safely out of the realm of the master bedroom, knowing neither of them was married anymore but still feeling the room carried too much weight, too much seriousness, for her to enjoy him there.

~0~

They made it halfway to the sofa, and he pulled her to him. Malfoy was no longer smiling, and fire burned behind his eyes. Hermione's body went liquid under his gaze. This was what books meant by smoldering. And she was on the receiving end of it from this divinely formed man. In a fluid motion, he pulled her top over her head and dropped it to the floor, briefly admiring her slim waist and black lace strapless bra, then bent down and kissed her neck and collarbone, his strong hands encircling her waist. She moaned, lacing her fingers into his short hair.

She moved her hands to his finely muscled upper back, while his mouth continued to minister to her neck and décolletage. She felt his muscles contract under her fingers as he moved his arms around her to unclasp her bra. Malfoy dropped the bra on the floor then hungrily gazed at her small pert breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the firm nubs of her nipples, sending small tremors directly from his fingers to her inner core. She could feel the wetness down there, slippery and hot. She traced her hands over his muscled chest and stomach, fingers tingling at the touch. "You're beautiful," he murmured. Hermione pulled her skirt down, unable to bear her clothing between them any longer. He bent low, sliding his hands down to the smooth black satin on her bum, kneading as he went, and took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and nipping before he released her. Oh god. She moaned, and her legs started shaking; she backed up until she hit the sofa.

"What exactly do your fantasies on my sofa and rug involve?" Malfoy asked gutturally, as his mouth made its way to her other breast.

Hermione moaned again, stuttering, "You, sitting on the sofa, leaning back, and me, riding you with your hands all over me."

He made a low noise in his throat and moved his mouth lower, kneeling, as his tongue made its way from her breasts down her stomach. She carded her fingers through his hair, breath hitching.

"And what about the rug?" he asked, his hot breath hovering at the top of her knickers, his hands still kneading her bum through the satin. Hermione felt the wetness start to drip out of her and summoned the will power to not grind into his face. "Me on all fours and you pounding into me from behind," she breathed. Malfoy's hands tightened on her bum for a moment, before he swiftly pulled her knickers down and lowered his head to taste her. He groaned, hands squeezing her bum while his tongue and the vibrations from his groans sent frissons of pleasure into her core and up into her ribcage. She felt exposed yet so free. Malfoy clearly wanted her, and it made her feel alive and desirable. She didn't remember ever feeling this way with Ron, not even in the beginning. Her fingers threaded through Malfoy's hair, and she wanted more of him, his skin under her hands, his body against hers.

His tongue, his lips… they wove a tapestry of sensation around and in her, while his hands firmly held onto her backside. Hermione's legs started shaking, and she pulled away, unable to stand and wanting to feel more of him against her. "I want you..." she breathed. He tugged her down to meet him on the floor, and leaned in to kiss her, tangling his fingers in her hair and pushing her down prone on the rug underneath him. She gripped her fingers into his back - god, his back muscles were rippling and strong - and she ground into his body on top of her, feeling the length of his hardness pressed into her stomach and making her want him inside her.

He broke the kiss and trailed back down, over her breasts, down her stomach, his strong hands tracing her skin as he went. He dived back to her core, the feeling of his tongue lighting her up as she arched against him for more. He spread her legs wide, pushing her knees up to her chest so she was on full display in front of him. Hermione fought the instinct to close her legs and hide from his view, and tried to revel in the fact that Malfoy wanted to see her like this. He looked up at her from between her legs, his gray eyes locking with hers in a gaze that made her high from desire, and the lust she saw there made her feel like nothing else existed. "More," she pleaded.

He slowly put his thumb in his mouth, then shifted his eyes back to her folds, withdrew his thumb and rubbed it against her clit. Hermione moaned, and a low groan escaped him before he sucked on her clit, hard, and brought several fingers inside her, making her writhe below him. "You're so wet and beautiful," Malfoy said softly. Sucking, licking, his fingers going in and out, her moans became louder and faster, until she finally felt her release. She yelled, arching against his mouth and fingers, and the sensations of an earth-shattering orgasm flooded through her body.

When her last tremors subsided, he looked up at her and smiled, and inched his way back up her body, skin on skin. She could feel his hardness smoothly gliding up her leg toward her core, making her want him even more. "Oh my god," she mumbled, "That was mind-blowing."

Malfoy grinned and said softly, his hardness pushing against her folds, "I could tell." Then he pushed into her, sinking in deep, and caught her up again in his eyes as he did so. Her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of him inside her bringing her desire to new levels.

Hermione was so wet, and he was so hard, and as he started sliding in and out, he shifted to the side a little so he could bring his hand in between them and rub her clit as he thrust. She yelled again, she was so sensitive there; she could tell a second orgasm was very close. His eyes widened, questioning whether he should move his fingers away, and she shook her head side to side no and ground against him. She peppered kisses against his shoulder and neck, grasping at his back with her hands. Malfoy kept thrusting and rubbing, and she quickly hit her second climax, biting at his shoulder with her teeth as she did and letting out an explosive groan of pleasure as the waves rippled through her again.

She sped up her rhythm against him, urging him to thrust faster, grinding out the last of her orgasm. Then he grunted, slid out of her quickly, and flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her up on all fours. He knelt behind her and grasped her hips, and she pushed her bum back against him.

"Let's fulfill that fantasy on my rug," Malfoy said gutturally, and he plunged into her from behind. He began a punishing pace that felt oh so good; he felt amazing inside her, pounding into her, and nothing else existed at that moment except the feeling of him inside her. She gasped and moaned with each thrust, close to screaming. "Touch yourself," he panted, "I want you to come again and feel your wetness all over my cock when I come." She did as he commanded; her clit was so wet, and his movements so strong, she could barely keep her fingers on their intended target. She rubbed herself while he thrust into her, both of them gasping and groaning from the sensations.

Malfoy began to move even faster, and she pulled her hand away from herself, back to the ground to brace against him. The world fell away, and there was nothing but the sensation of him thrusting against her, filling her up to completion. He made several last erratic thrusts, shuddered, and yelled as he came, his hands vice-like on her hips. Then he went silent, panting, slowly moving back and forth inside her, riding out the last waves of his orgasm. He made a low noise in his throat, and gently eased the two of them down to the floor, still inside her, and pulled them onto their sides, spooning Hermione on the rug. He brushed her hair to the side, kissing her neck gently, then snaked his arm around her front, cupping one breast in his hand, and supporting both of their heads with his arm. She laced her fingers over his, and closed her eyes, exhausted and content.

~0~

After several minutes, they pulled apart. Malfoy placed gentle kisses on her shoulder, trailing his fingers over her hip as he did so. Hermione lay relaxed with him for a few minutes more, then gathered up her clothes, and stood to go to the bathroom. Malfoy stood up next to her, nude and god-like, and pulled her into an embrace, his lips on hers, aggressively seeking entrance with his tongue. Her breasts pressed against his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles against them, and she felt the rock-hard strength of his embrace around her. After a minute, she pulled away, breathing heavily, and leaned her forehead against his chest.

"I'd love to keep kissing you all evening," she murmured, "But I should clean up and get dressed." He squeezed her bum and bent to kiss her neck as he released her. He summoned his clothes from upstairs as Hermione walked to the bathroom, and when she returned, he was sitting, clothed, on the couch. Malfoy stood and came over to her, stopping her against the kitchen island. He pinned his arms around her, diving in for a quick kiss, then pulled his head back and captured her with his gaze. "Before you leave… You said most of your fantasies were on the sofa and rug. There are others?"

"Mm-hmmm" she affirmed.

Malfoy's gaze never faltered. "Where do those take place?"

"One..." she let out a small moan as he bent down to kiss her neck again, "...is in your bedroom."

He nipped her neck with his teeth, not hard enough to leave a mark. "What are we doing in that one?"

"You're standing nude in front of your bedroom window..." Hermione moaned again, as his fingers began to work their way under her shirt, grazing against her stomach. "...and I'm kneeling in front of you, sucking you off."

"Oh god," he groaned, shifting his hand out of the way and pressing against her. He was already hard again. She felt her core start buzzing. "I'm not letting you out of here," he growled into her neck, "until you bring that fantasy," he ground his hips against her, "to life."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, smiling. She looked deep into his eyes while she reached down and rubbed her hand against him through his shorts. "You like that huh?" she asked.

Malfoy pushed his hips into her hand, keeping his arms on the island to each side of her. He smiled broadly and replied, "I do, a lot." He dove to her neck, kissing and sucking at her skin, growling lowly, and began pulling her shirt back up. He moved away from her neck long enough to pull her shirt over her head and unclasp her bra again, then moved back in and took each breast in his mouth in turn, biting at her and making her moan loudly. He straightened and smiled eagerly, then picked Hermione up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Clearly her fantasy had him excited and playful. He supported her in his arms and turned to the stairs. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and traced her tongue around his ear and down his jaw while he carried her up. I can do this, she thought. The master bedroom will be okay, there are no memories of Astoria or Ron in this room, it's new to both of us.

When they reached his room, Malfoy lay her down on the bed, leaning over her and trailing his mouth down her breasts and stomach until he reached the top of her skirt. He pulled it off her, along with her knickers, and then took off his own clothes. Hermione sat up, stroking her fingers down Malfoy's chest and belly, encircled his beautifully straight and engorged member with her hands, feeling its silkiness, then traced her hands back up to his muscled shoulders, and knelt up to kiss him. His tongue sent fire into her core again, and they kissed fervently, hands roaming everywhere. He eventually pulled back and walked to the window.

Gesturing at the curtains, he asked, "Curtains closed or open?"

She smiled. "That's up to you." She shifted on the bed. "In my fantasy, it's open, and you're standing in front of the window facing the street, while I'm kneeling in front of you."

He turned away from her and pulled the curtains open, standing nude for the street to see, had anyone been looking. Hermione wondered if any neighbors were home. She moved over to him, tracking her hand along his tight bum and down between his legs as she walked around him. She looked up at him, his eager smile playing on his lips, and she ran her thumb across his lower lip. He opened his mouth and sucked her thumb in, eyes intent on hers as he swirled his tongue around her thumb. She shuddered briefly, then withdrew her thumb and brought it into her own mouth, sucking on it sensually. His eyes widened. She smiled, then broke his gaze and knelt down in front of him. "Lean forward and put your hands on either side of the window," she ordered gently. He did. He looked just like her fantasies, elevating her pulse and making her aware of the wetness between her legs.

Hermione trailed her tongue along Malfoy's stomach, then slid her tongue around his head, so soft and silky against her taste buds. She settled between his legs and licked slowly down to his base and back up, taking his head into her mouth and sucking gently, making him moan, her hand around his base. She licked down the front of his shaft, to his belly, and slid back up, again taking his head into her mouth and sucking. She swirled her tongue around the top, then took him slowly, gently, farther into her mouth, wetting his shaft and enjoying the feel of his cock filling her mouth and tongue.

She established a slow and sensual rhythm of up and down, in and out, sometimes licking down his shaft, sometimes taking him fully in her mouth, sometimes sucking as she slid up, and sometimes taking him fully almost to his base, suppressing her gag instinct as she did so. Malfoy moaned when she took him all the way in, and laced his fingers through her hair as she moved up and down on him. Her hands stroked his base and his balls, and she continued to move in the same rhythm as she heard his breath come quicker and his thighs and core increase in tension.

It didn't take long before Hermione felt him start to shudder erratically, and she took him as fully in her mouth as she could and stayed there, applying pressure. Malfoy groaned loudly as he came in her mouth and quivered as she swallowed it down, the movement of her tongue heightening his sensation. He tightened his fingers in her hair, and when he was finished, she slowly slid her mouth off of him, making him tremble as she did so. He stood braced against the window, panting, eyes heavy lidded and half closed. Hermione smiled, looking up at him, and ran her hands along his remarkable thighs, not quite believing that this god-like body was hers to play with for the time being.

Malfoy laced his fingers in her hair and tugged a little, motioning for her to stand up next to him. He kissed her, his tongue plundering her mouth, and staggered back to the bed with Hermione wrapped in his embrace. They pulled apart and he flopped down onto the bed, a loud breath escaping him. "Fuck," he said. She looked at him questioningly, and he pulled her down on top of him, her breasts pressing against his chest beneath her. "That was amazing," he replied. "What'd you say earlier? Mind-blowing. That was mind-blowing." She peppered kisses into his neck and shoulders while he lay there, spent. "Did Ron get this treatment?"

She felt a knife in her side at the mention of Ron, but tried to push it away. "In the beginning," she replied. "But no, not for a long time now."

"Lucky guy he was in the beginning," he murmured. She didn't want to be reminded of Ron or Astoria, so she didn't ask him to elaborate.

After a moment, Hermione scooted off Malfoy's stomach and shifted to his side, curled up with her head on his shoulder. She slowly ran her hands along the parts of his body she could reach, marveling at how smooth his skin felt and how beautiful his body was. Hermione pressed kisses into his shoulder, unable to stop herself from touching and tasting him. She moved down to his nipple, swirling her tongue around it, and then farther down the side of his abdomen. After some minutes of peppering him with kisses while he lay there spent, she noticed him growing hard again.

"You look like you're ready for another round," she said playfully, reaching down to stroke him.

Malfoy opened his eyes and turned his head to her, pinning her with his gray beauties. He didn't say anything, just looked into her eyes, then leaned in and kissed her again, slowly and sensually. He brought his hand up to her jaw and curled it around the back of her head. He pulled her into him close, and Hermione was struck again at how hard his muscles were as he embraced her. They tangled their legs in each other, and she felt him hard and ready again near her core. Could he come a third time? She wanted to find out.

She broke their kiss and slid down his body with her tongue, reaching his shaft and bringing it into her mouth once again. He groaned, and Hermione asked, "Do you want another round?"

Malfoy nodded, and said "I want to finger fuck you this time while you do it. Move closer." She obliged, scooting so she was perpendicular to his body and he could stimulate her with his hand while she sucked on him. Oh, it felt so good. She worked on wetting his cock thoroughly, running her mouth all over him. After a few minutes in that position, he grabbed her legs and commanded gently, "Come here." He moved her into position on top of him with her pussy on his face, while she kept his cock in her mouth. Hermione arched against the feeling of his tongue on her wet folds and her clit, and she focused on making him feel good with her mouth around him. She could never concentrate on her own orgasm while she was blowing her partner, but oh god was she turned on.

This round took longer than the first time, but Hermione was still surprised when she felt him go rigid under her sooner than she expected, considering this was his third time in an hour. Malfoy rode out his orgasm with his mouth and tongue buried in her dripping folds, and she swallowed him down as he came again. As he went still, she moved up off his face, and gently slid her mouth off his cock. He convulsed slightly as she did so. She moved off him and grabbed her skirt to dab at her eyes, watery from the exertion, and wipe her mouth. She sat back on her knees, looking at him. Malfoy looked back lazily, then pulled her into his side, her head tucked into his neck. They lay there, not moving or speaking for some time. Hermione finally shifted, saying "I should go."

Malfoy nodded against her head, and fondled her breast gently. Hermione didn't really want to leave. She wanted to stay by his side, intoxicated by his nearness, by every part of him she had seen and touched. But something inside her didn't know if she was ready for that kind of happiness yet. Her divorce was so new, so raw still, and she didn't want Malfoy to be simply a one-night stand. They had a shared history, and they were neighbors, and Hermione wanted to explore more with him. But she wasn't ready yet. She took a deep breath, trying to motivate herself to move, and sat up. She moved to gather her knickers and skirt, while he lazily traced his fingers against her back. She stood to put them on, and he slowly gathered his own clothes and dressed. Malfoy pulled her into another embrace at the door, and they made their way down the stairs together to retrieve the rest of her clothes.

He nuzzled her against the kitchen island once more after she finished dressing, hugging her tightly this time as he did so. She sighed, and ran her fingers over his cheekbones and jaw as he pulled back from her. He grabbed her hand and placed her fingers against his lips, kissing them, and let go. He walked her to the door, his hand gently, familiarly, touching her backside as she stopped in the doorway. She turned around and said, "I'll see you later, Draco." They smiled lightly at each other, gazes locked, and then she turned and walked across the street to her house, his eyes watching her go.

- END -

A/N: Since I'm a new writer/poster - if anyone actually reads this and has constructive feedback (or wants a story continuation) I'd love to hear it.