Chap. 59 Favoritism
The bright sun woke Draco up early that morning. Hermione was tightly hugged against him, much to his enjoyment. She still had his maroon shirt on, buttoned up half way, her breasts peeking out at him. He sighed happily. He and Hermione finally had sex after which seemed like many long months of sexual frustration. He brushed her hair away from her soft face, then leaned down and kissed her cheek. She was stirred by this and she fluttered her eyes a bit before opening them. When she saw she was laying with him, she smiled.
'Good morning, Beautiful.' He cooed.
'Good morning baby.' She replied.
She turned and laid on her back, Draco's maroon shirt opening wider. She stretched and continued to look up at him.
'I like my shirt on you.' He told her staring at the insides of her breasts that were showing. 'But it even looks nicer on the ground.'
She laughed and pulled the shirt closed.
'Well, aren't you witty this morning.' She responded.
'That's not all I am this morning...' He said winking at her.
She didn't understand him, but then his slide one leg around her, his morning erection brushing up against her thigh.
'Oh...I understand now.' She grinned.
'Will you help me with my problem?' He asked her huskily.
She smiled and nodded, and slid underneath the sheet covering them.
Draco laid down on his back, tilted back his head, and gripped the blanket under him waiting for her touch.
He then felt Hermione's warm tongue on his erection. He groaned when she placed him into her mouth. Her tongue then fondled each of his testicles gently, but teasingly, causing Draco to harden. She then licked them, slowly moving her tongue up to his chest. Her mouth found his nipples and she bit each roughly. Her warmth was now against his hardness.
He lifted is head and looked down at her. She looked up at him seductively, and then pushed herself onto his hardness. He smiled as his erection was forced into her. She sat up and thrusted herself, satisfying herself and Draco.
After a few minutes, Hermione slowed and pull off of Draco. She collapsed onto him and kissed his chest.
He ran his fingers through her long hair, sighing happily. They laid there together in their own Utopian world.
'Did you know you we were going to do all this yesterday? Is that why you planned this?' Hermione asked, listening to his heart beat.
'No. I didn't know we were going to have sex...especially twice. The reason I did this was to let you relax and have a nice surprise after all your studying for the N.E..'
'Oh, thanks. It was relaxing and then exciting, then relaxing and then again exciting and now relaxing again.' She said giggling.
She ran her soft fingers up and down his strong, muscular arm.
'We graduate in a few days.' Hermione stated.
'We do. Are you excited?'
'I'm scared.'
'Why are you scared?'
'When are we moving to France, Draco?' She asked nervously.
'I think we should look for a house near the castle a month or so before I start teaching.' He replied, 'Why? What are you scared about?'
She put her arms folded across his chest and looked up at his face.
'I don't know. I'm scared to leave me family and friends...I'm scared to tell my parents.'
He sat up, causing her to sit up.
'I have to tell my mother, too.'
Hermione's eyes suddenly widened.
'Draco, what are we going to do about your father?' She asked.
'We fight, if he ever comes to us.' Draco said, 'But I love you, if you are afraid to be with me--'
'No, no. I love you, I WILL be with you...'
'But?'
'But Dumbledore is one of the reasons he doesn't come here all the time. Dumbledore isn't at Beauxbatons.'
'No, he's not. We're going to have to rely on ourselves.'
'How are we going to get married?'
'What do you mean?'
'If your father finds out, I don't think we will be married.'
'My father won't find out. I will tell my mother in person about the wedding, and you tell your parents in person. We will have a small wedding this summer, inside somewhere, with just close friends.'
She nodded as she tapped the tips of her fingers against his chest. He put his hand on her chin and lifted her face up gently. He kissed her lovingly. Then caressed the side of her face. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds. She looked right back.
'You are going to have to teach me French.' She said breaking the silence.
He laughed and kissed her again.
'My mother will have to help me with that, she taught me.'
'So you are fluent?' She asked.
'Well, I better be if i'm going to be teaching in France. The school teaches and things in English, but the towns do not.'
'Say something to me in French.' She pleaded.
'Je amour a effleurer ta astre...' He said softly into her ear.
He did sound fluent. Sexy as hell, too. His lovely language sent chills down her spine.
'What did that mean?' She asked.
She shook his head.
'Not going to tell you.'
'It didn't mean anything, you just through words you knew together.' She teased.
'I did not! It was an actual sentence!' He cried.
'Then tell me what it meant...' She said putting her hands on her hips.
She pulled her hands down to her side and leaned into her ear.
'I said, I love to lightly touch your heavenly body.' He whispered.
She giggled.
'Do you now?' She asked sarcastically, 'That's news to me.'
He kissed her neck and looked back up at her and smiled.
'You hungry? We got food.' He said.
She slid off of him and grabbed her underwear from the side of the blanket and slipped them on. He put on his beater and boxers.
He pulled out fruit and wine.
'Ooh...romantic breakfast.' She smiled as he pulled out the objects.
'You like?'
'Love.'
They ate happily.
'What time do you think it is?' Hermione asked.
'Well, the sun is half way to high noon, so i'd say eight or nine.'
'Wow, good job Draco. How did you know that?'
'It was something my father taught me, actually.' He said quietly.
'Oh.' She replied. 'Well, we should get back up to the castle before everyone is awake.'
He nodded and gathered everything as she put her skirt on. They both stood up. Draco muttered a spell so that the picnic basket with food and the sheets and blankets disappeared. He looked at Hermione who held her small shirt from the night before in her hand.
'Did you want to keep wearing my shirt?' He asked.
'Can I? My shirt is cold and uncomfortable. Your's is warm and nice.'
'You may. Keep it.'
She started to put on her five inch shoes.
'Are those comfortable?' He asked.
'No, but they make me look tall.'
'I like your cute small size.' He replied.
'Well, thank you, but I have to walk back to the castle, so I have to put them back on.'
He then took her shoes into his hand and lifted her, marriage style, into his arms.
'There, now you can go barefoot.' He smiled.
She put her arms around his neck and smiled back at him.
He tilted his head to the side.
'I can see right up that tiny skirt of yours.' He chuckled.
She rolled her eyes.
'You still get excited when you see that, even though you've seen me naked more than once?' She asked.
'Why wouldn't I? Don't you get excited when you see me shirtless? I guess I just must not be as attractive as you...' He sighed.
She giggled.
'Yeah right. Your sexy, baby, and you'd be the first to admit that.'
'Yeah, your right.' He smiled.
'And yes, I do get excited when you have your shirt off, when it's on, when your in robes...' She laughed.
'Ahh...really? Well, that's nice to hear.' He continued to carry her up to the castle. They almost got to the door when he suddenly stopped walking.
'What's wrong?'
'Baby...button up your shirt, please.'
She looked down. The maroon shirt was wide open.
'Oh my god! I can't believe I didn't button it!' She cried, quickly buttoning it up.
He walked into the castle, still holding Hermione.
'Okay, Draco, put me down, I don't want people seeing up my skirt. And seeing us come in from outside this early...they'll assume...'
'No one is awake...I know they drank last night. I saw alcohol hidden in the boys lavatory. And even if they were awake, they'd be in such a hangover they wouldn't know what to make of us.'
'Teachers? They aren't sleeping.' She retorted.
'No we're not.' A voice said.
Hermione turned to see no other than Professor Snape.
'Fuck...' Draco said under his breath. He quickly placed Hermione on her feet.
'Where were you two?' Snape asked.
'We went for a brisk morning walk, sir.' Draco lied. 'And then Hermione's feet hurt, so I carried her the rest of the way, sir.'
'Mmhm.' Snape mumbled. He obviously knew he was lying. 'Well, you two go on then.'
Hermione's eyes widened in shock.
'Yes, sir. Have a good day.' Draco replied taking Hermione's hand and walking away.
After they were out of ear shot of Snape, Hermione complained.
'I hate you. If you were ANY one else, we would have recieved detention or worse.' She muttered.
'Well, then you should be happy.'
'Snape is so hypocritical. He used to bring up all the time all the attention Harry got, and how easy he got it because he was a "celebrity" but then he turns around and praises you.'
'But Harry does get favored because he's a celebrity. I get favored because I excel at Potions.' Hermione stopped and stared at him.
'Harry is a brilliant wizard. He's defeated Voldemort many times. He's a "celebrity" because he survived Voldemort.'
'He was a baby. He didn't do much.' Draco muttered.
'You know what? Let's stop. This is a stupid argument, I don't want to get pissed at you for what Snape just did.' She said, a bit angry.
'Fine with me.' He said back.
They walked up the stairs together, but in silence. They got to the top of the stairs.
'Well, i'll see you later.' Draco said walking to the Slytherin tower.
She nodded and went to the Gryffindor tower.
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