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Draco lay in bed, holding his new mobile phone in his hand and eyeing it suspiciously. The Wizarding World had adopted some of the newfangled muggle technology, but he’d resisted getting a cell phone until she had insisted. 

“I’ll make it worth your while,” she’d said and who was he to resist Granger promising him something possibly sexy or salacious. 

When he’d first brought it home, Scorpius had given him a quick lesson in texting and the internet. When Draco had referred to it as “The Google” Scorpius had said “Ok, boomer.” Draco didn’t know what it meant, but he knew it kind of hurt his feelings.

The phone suddenly made a pinging sound, and he saw Granger’s name pop up. He sat up quickly and opened her message and saw a text that simply read “For your eyes only.”

Oh, Draco was intrigued.

She had attached three photos. In each one, she was in various stages of dress and undress. He saw she’d been careful to crop out her head or hide her face in all of them.

He’d heard about “nudes” from Scorpius and knew it wouldn’t do to have the Golden Girl and high-ranking member of the Wizengamot have her face attached to any leaked nude photos, in the unlikely case his mobile ever fell into the wrong hands. 

The first photo was just a tease. She was fully clothed in sexy little black dress and tights, black boots, and a silver pendant he had given her. Though the photo was far from risqué, she had managed to pose in such a way as to hint at what was beneath her dress—he could almost but not quite see her knickers.

He bit his lip at the second photo. She had pulled down the straps of her dress, revealing her perfect tits, her nipples rosy and erect.

But it wasn’t until he saw the third photo that he gave in, groaning and slipping his hand into his pajama pants, and absently stroking his rapidly rising erection while he stared hard at the photo. 

It was a straight shot of her bare, perfect, wet pussy with two of her fingers buried deep inside herself. He groaned, feeling envious of fingers, and began to pump himself faster. 

Just then, he heard the sound of his floo lighting up. He knew it would be her—she was the only one who had access to his room at this time of night—but he kept stroking his cock, pretending he hadn’t heard her arrive, intrigued to see what she would do next. 

She cleared her throat, and he looked up, locking heated gazes with her. Her cheeks were flushed, she was panting a little bit, she had a stray curl stuck to her glossy, pink lips. She was magnificent. 

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come help me out with this?” Draco drawled, hand on his cock, licking his lips as he stared her down. 

“I’m fine where I am,” she returned haughtily. But she sounded more breathless than she’d probably intended. Her hands were trembling slightly, and he already knew she wore nothing under her sexy little black dress. Her hand began trailing up along her inner thigh, her fingers making little circles as they got higher and higher.

“Take it off,” Draco growled, his eyes piercing hers. 

Hermione fixed him with a glare, but slowly began lifting her dress over her head, taking her time. She tortured him just a little bit longer, before she finally stood in front of him, fully nude except for her silver pendant. She walked slowly towards him, then climbed onto the foot of the bed, kneeling. She stayed put, looking at him as if waiting for instructions.

He was all too happy to give them.  

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. 

She did as he asked, running her hands down her body, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. She raised one hand to her mouth and slowly inserted her index and middle fingers, sucking and wetting them thoroughly while her other hand played with her tits.

She slipped her fingers out of her mouth and slowly, so slowly, slid them down her body to her cunt, stopping to circle her thumb around her clit, then down to her opening. She dipped her wet fingers inside herself, and she began to fuck herself with them, moaning and keening prettily, biting her lip but her eyes remaining locked on his. 

Draco had resumed stroking himself, his eyes flitting from her eyes down to her tits, down to her beautiful cunt and back to her face, trying to decide which part of her body he was going to cover with his cum. 

He could tell she was close by the rhythm of her hips and fingers, by the sounds she was making, and the trouble she seemed to be having keeping her eyes open. Her head fell back. 

“Keep your eyes on me, Granger,” he commanded, and she raised her head and lifted her eyes back to him, puffing out tiny breaths of air as she did.

“I’m gonna come, Draco,” she whimpered. 

“Do it,” he ordered. “Come for me, baby, right now.”

The sight nearly undid him. Her face, throat and chest were flushed pink as she gasped and moaned, and gods, he could practically see how hard her cunt was clenching on her fingers as she came. The strength of her orgasm had her collapsing forward onto her belly afterward, still panting, and bucking, and watching him with those beautiful doe eyes. 

Rising onto his knees, he made his way across the bed to her, gripping his hard cock, having already made his decision. 

“I’m going to paint you, princess,” he rasped. “Are you ready for me?”

”Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Roll onto your back,” he told her, squeezing the base of his cock trying not to come all over the bed. “I’m dying to paint those pretty tits of yours. You want that too, don’t you, sweetheart? You knew exactly what those pretty pictures would do to me.” He began moving his hand faster, thrusting his hips in time with his fist.

“I did,” she agreed. “And now I want you to come all over me Draco. Paint me, mark me as yours.”

He couldn’t hold on anymore and his cock began to spurt thick ropes of hot cum, all over her chest, covering her tits, thick globs of it clinging to her nipples, until he was fully drained.

“Fuck Granger,” Draco breathed, collapsing on the bed next to her, laying in his own cum, where streaks of it had missed her chest, and landed on the silk duvet. 

She laughed a little huskily. 

“Well, now are you glad I got you the mobile?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“While I certainly don’t regret what just occurred, I still have some questions.”

“Oh?” She was smiling. Draco propped himself up on his elbow.

“Scorpius called me a ‘boomer’ earlier, do you know what that means?” 

Hermione began to laugh in earnest. “Did he really?”

“Really,” he confirmed. “I don’t know what it means—should I be offended?”

“It means,” Hermione said, still giggling, “that our son likes to troll you a little bit.”

“Troll me?” Draco raised an eyebrow, looking suspicious. “What is this language you’re using? Do you mean like a mountain troll?” 

“It’s okay, Draco my love,” Hermione smirked at him. “We can’t all be down with the kids.”

“Down with the—? That’s it, you’re going down all right,” Draco said, tackling her to the bed and kissing her soundly, not even minding the sticky feeling of his cum between them, where their chests were pressed together. 

“Just please,” Hermione implored, “don’t ask Scorpius what a dick pic is.” She giggled as he tickled her with his nose in between her neck and shoulder. 

Draco had a pretty good idea of what a dick pic was.

And he was already making plans.

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It had been a long day.

Being one of the youngest members (and only witch AND only muggleborn) on the panel of the Wizengamot could get very tiring. Yes, she was the Brightest Witch of her Age, but all that did was make the wizards she worked with more determined to make Hermione look or feel stupid. It all felt like a dick measuring contest, which obviously put her at a huge disadvantage. She was so tired of being surrounded by all these men with such delicate masculinities.

Except for her husband. He was the only good one. And his dick was rather splendid, if she were honest.

Well, and then her son, of course, but did he even count as a man? Hermione didn’t want to think about that.

She sat in the courtroom, looking around dizzily at a sea of purple robes, focusing her ire on Cormac McLaggen in particular. He always looked so Godric-damned smug. He caught her glare and winked at her in return. She flipped him off under the table.

They recessed for lunch, and Hermione met Harry and Ron in the canteen.

“Bad day?” asked Harry, taking in her frazzled appearance.

“Careful mate,” Ron said, looking a bit scared. “She looks kind of…feral.” Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes at them. Men.

Just then, she felt her mobile phone vibrate and heard a very quiet chime, indicating it was a message from Draco.

He knew not to bother her when she was in session, and in fact, hardly ever texted anyone, so she was a more than a little concerned. She pulled the phone out of her pocket and opened his message. And oh.

There right on the screen of her phone, in the middle of the canteen at the Ministry of Magic, was a close-up photo of a long, thick, hard penis. A penis very near and dear to her heart, in fact. Hermione gasped and almost dropped her phone.

“What is it, ‘Mione?” Ron asked concerned, trying to get a peek at what had made her react so unusually. Both Harry and Ron looked from her hand where she was now pressing the screen of her phone into her chest, to her flushed cheeks. They looked at each other and shrugged, both wizards continuing to stuff their faces with food.

Hermione picked at her salad long enough to appear somewhat normal, then hurried off to the loo to splash cold water on her face and get herself under control before she had to return to the meeting with the other members of the Wizengamot.

Back in the courtroom, her mind kept wandering. Did he have to have such a beautiful cock? Now she couldn’t even focus. Her phone vibrated again, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Several heads turned towards her. They already disapproved of the muggle invention, let alone having it in the courtroom. Especially when it was so clearly affecting her concentration.

Hermione took her phone out, intending to silence it, but squeaked when she saw a preview of the message. Forgetting where she was for just a moment, she swiped on her screen to open the text. It was  another picture of his cock, this time with a thick stream of cum oozing down the sides and down his knuckles where he held it, down into the blond trail of hair that she loved nuzzling when she had his dick in her mouth.

Enough was enough.

Hermione lost the plot. She stood up suddenly, gathering her things and coughing out something along the lines of “Going home, I’m—uh—sick,” and scampered out of the room, heading directly to the lifts and slamming her thumb on the button for the lobby where she could floo home and let him have it.

***

When she stormed into his home office at the Manor, Draco was sitting calmly at this desk, enjoying his usual cup of Earl Grey. Casually. Like he was just waiting for her. Like…like he’d planned this exact scenario. The utter prat. She took back every nice thing she had thought about him earlier.

“Draco, you can’t just send me pictures of your dick while I’m working!” Hermione stood in front of the door she had kicked closed behind her, with her hands on her hips, incredibly ticked off. “At least I waited until I knew you were at home in bed!”

“You knew I was at home; you didn’t know I was in bed,” he said smugly. “Who’s to say poor Scorpius wouldn’t have gotten an eyeful of his mother’s luscious tits.”

Hermione gaped at him. “That’s why I said the pictures were for your eyes only!”

“Well,” Draco said, standing from his desk and beginning to approach Hermione. “These things can’t always be helped. It got you here didn’t it? Besides, you love my cock.” The man had the nerve to saunter towards her.

“Ron and Harry almost saw your dick,” she said, attempting to sound disdainful, but the closer he got to her, the more she was beginning to crack. He knew it too, because his eyes had that twinkle in them. The one that said he might be able to fuck her over his desk if he played his cards right.

“What a gift that would have been for them,” he smirked. “Or maybe not. They would never have recovered from the comparison of their less than impressive—”

“Shut up, Draco,” Hermione snapped, although he was kind of correct.

“Look,” she started, “I’ve had a bad day, dealing with all these bigoted, elitist pricks. Meanwhile, you’re sitting here with your own prick in your actual hand, sending me distracting pictures…You were only thinking of yourself--”

Draco stood directly in front of her now and ran the back of his knuckles over her heated cheek. His eyes were wicked.

“Oh no, baby,” he crooned, ‘I assure you that you were top of mind when I had my prick in my hand.”

He licked his lips and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She looked up at him with her heart racing and her mouth slightly agape under his touch. When he slipped his thumb into her mouth, she whimpered and reflexively began sucking on it.

“Not only was I looking at that gorgeous photo of your pretty little golden pussy while I came all over my hand, but I was also thinking about all the ways I know to make you,” he licked a stripe up the side of her neck, “relax.” He pulled his thumb of her mouth out and cocked his head, admiring the string of saliva that connected his thumb to her lips while she fairly panted. “And I fully intend to make good on that.”

Draco ran his wet thumb over her cheekbone and leaned down to kiss her. She opened for him immediately as he licked into her mouth, pressing her body into the door behind them. He released her mouth, and flipped her around, so her chest was pressed against the door, and her bum was pressed into the impressive bulge of his obscenely expensive work trousers.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked, in a low and dangerous voice. “Still a bit uptight?” He slid his hand into her robes, and under her sensible skirt, right into her sensible knickers. They both groaned in unison, and Draco laughed darkly when he felt how wet she was.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, his teeth grazing her neck. “Is all honey this for me?”

Hermione moaned and her head fell back against him, pressing her open mouth along his still clothed shoulder and his neck—anywhere she could reach. She wanted his mouth on her too, on her lips, her tits, her cunt…anywhere would do.

“Please,” she whined. “Draco, please.” Two fingers slipped inside her easily, and he hummed, and added a third. “Is this what you want, love?”

“Oh fuck,” she cried, as he pressed down on her sensitive clit with his thumb and twisted his fingers into her cunt.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” Draco murmured into her ear.

“I want you to fuck me, right now.”

“Right here? Against the door?”

“Yes Draco, hurry please, I’ve been a mess ever since you sent those pictures, I can’t’—“

“Shhhh, I’ve got you darling. And I’m going to take care of you.” He nuzzled his nose into her neck.

"Last night I came all over your beautiful tits,” he hummed, “but today I’m going to fill you up.” Her cunt clenched so hard on his fingers he grunted and bit her shoulder a little. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“I’m losing my mind, Draco, please…” He licked her ear.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” she was so desperate for it, her voice didn’t even sound like her own.

He removed his hands from her body briefly, and she almost came just from the sound of his belt hitting the floor. She threw her robes off, and hurriedly pushed her knickers down and kicked them across the room, leaving her skirt on. Then she leaned her heated cheek against the cool wood of the door. She heard the sound of his zipper, than a shuffle of clothing as he presumably pushed his trousers down. Then his warm hands were back on her.

Draco positioned her to his liking, her hands on the door, her bum pushed out, and lifted her to up to her tiptoes. He slapped her bum, each cheek in turn, then reached around and slapped her drenched cunt as she mewed. Hermione went weak in the knees at the feel of him at her entrance, slowly pressing into her, and he held her up with one arm around her waist, the other reaching around to her clit.

“Fuck yes,” he hissed. He started slowly, working his way inside her, and then began to fuck her in earnest. Hermione released a heavy, stuttering breath with each drag of his cock inside her as he growled lowly into her ear. She was so worked up; it took almost no time at all before she was gasping out a toe-curling orgasm.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl,” Draco groaned, still holding her up as he rutted into her. “Daddy’s gonna fill you all the way up, are you ready my sweet girl?”

“Yes, shit, yes please,” Hermione squeezed and clenched around him, feeling another orgasm coming. The feel of his hot spend hitting her deepest places had her keening and moaning, her pussy working to suck his cum as deeply inside of her as possible.

They were still for a moment after. Draco just held her there, her hands and cheek still pressed to the door, both breathing heavily. He ran his lips along her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, finally kissing the top of her head.

They were startled suddenly by someone banging on the other side of the door.

“Gods, you two are so gross! Do you ever stop? Jesus Christ!”

Oh dear; they had forgotten to cast silencing spells and Scorpius had likely just gotten an earful of his parents fucking each other’s brains out in the middle of workday. It wasn’t the first time.

“Now, who’s a boomer, Scorpius?” Draco called, with the cockiest expression. Hermione heard Scorpius making gagging sounds as he passed by.

Men!

“Please don’t heckle our son while you’re inside me?”

“Why not? This is how we made him after all. And I seem to remember your insatiable appetite for my cock when he was growing inside you,” Draco’s eyes gleamed.

“I should have hexed you for this. I had to leave work, Draco!”    

Draco scoffed. “Oh please. You can’t tell me you don’t you feel better now after I’ve fucked you silly.”

Hermione huffed but turned her face to give Draco a sweet, lingering kiss. “We’ll see who’s silly,” she smiled cheekily, “after your next Malfoy Foundation Board Meeting.”

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Gods, Draco loved the taste of Granger’s cunt.

He loved to bury his face in it, cover himself in her sweet nectar, his tongue sliding up and down her folds as she tugged at his (formerly) perfectly styled hair, panting his name.

Oh yeah, he really loved it.

He ground his erection into the silky sheets beneath them, grinning against her, humping against their bed, as he licked and sucked her with all he had. He’d happily die right now.

“Uhhhh, fuck Draco, oh my gods,” she wailed, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, tucking her lips together so tightly they turned almost white. Then suddenly, she asked him to stop.

Draco did, immediately, lifting his face, absolutely drenched in her essence, his erection flagging a little with concern. He needed to see her face.

She exhaled out a large breath, then propped herself up on both elbows, blowing a wayward curl out of her face. She eyed him pensively, and he recognized her thinking face.

“What’s the matter, darling?”

“Oh no, nothing’s the matter,” she said thoughtfully and gave him a slow mischievous smirk. “I think we should try something new.”

Oh. He loved trying new things with Granger.

“What do you want to try?” If he sounded a little breathless, no he didn’t. He ground down on the sheets a bit more to relieve some tension in his now reinvigorated cock.

“I want to take photos of you while you’re… you know.”

“While I’m what?” Draco loved making Granger say filthy things, made a game of it, in fact. It was one of his many kinks when it came to her.

“You know,” she said again, gesturing from her pussy to his face.

“Licking your pussy?” He raised a brow. “Eating you out?”

“Yes,” she huffed. “That.”

“Mmm, you do love it don’t you?” he purred, reaching over to the nightstand to grab her phone and hand it to her. “When I bury my tongue in your tight little cunt, fuck you with it, make you—"

“Dracooo,” she whined. “Yes, I love it. You know that. And…I want to take some pictures of you doing it—of you licking my cunt”, she said with emphasis, and he grinned lasciviously, “so that I have a little souvenir for later.”

“Fine by me,” Draco replied. “May I continue?”

“Yes please,” his pretty little wife said, swiping to the camera function on her phone and pointing it at Draco’s face while she canted her hips towards his face, presenting her sweet cunt as an offering to him.

Draco decided he’d make a show of it, just for her.

He looked right into the camera (or where he thought it was) as he licked her from her clit to her pucker and back. He rolled his tongue and stuck it inside her, fucking it in and out of her at the same time he fucked his hips into their bed. He buried his face up to his eyeballs in her essence. She did her best to multi-task throughout, taking photos at the same time she gasped and moaned and twitched and ground herself onto his face.

He hoped she’d come soon because he was literally about to blow.

It was only another few seconds before she fell back to the bed, and cried out her orgasm, bucking her hips and quite literally wailing his name. He pressed his cock into the bed, so close to coming himself, more than ready to drench their soft, luxurious sheets with his seed.

But, once again she stopped him.

“Wait! Give me just a second,” she gasped. “I want to suck you off.”

He, rather quickly, rolled onto his back and squeezed the base of his dick to keep from blowing his load and damn, if it wasn’t a close call.

She pushed herself up onto her knees and moved toward him and his cock. She handed him her phone.

“I want you to take pictures of me, too.”

“Pictures of you?”

She cocked her head in that swotty way that made him go mad for her.

“Specifically,” she noted, “pictures of me with your cock in my mouth.” And fuck. His grip on his cock tightened.

“Is that clear enough for you?” She raised a haughty brow, even as she reached out and began to stroke his now drooling cock, spreading the pre-cum around, up and down his shaft, then squeezing the head a bit for added effect.

He let out a long, low groan. He was about to come so hard, he’d have to pry her off the ceiling.

She lowered her head to his dick and sucked the tip of him into her warm, wet, pouty lips. She tongued his frenulum until he was gasping and then sucked his entire cock into her mouth and throat, taking him from base to tip.

“Fuck, Granger,” he managed to choke out. She pulled off, making a loud, filthy sound of suction as she did so.

“Take the pictures,” she demanded, and he remembered he was supposed to be doing that and raised the camera lens of her phone toward her.

She once again took just the tip of him into her mouth and paused. He grunted but managed to snap a picture. She licked at the beads of precum on his tip, and he snapped a picture. She took him all the way into her mouth and down her throat—literally swallowed him whole, all while making eye contact, mind you—and though his hands were shaking, he took a picture.

She bobbed her beautiful, curly head up and down on him twice and he…oh gods, he was spurting into her mouth grunting his pleasure while hot waves of ecstasy started at the base of his spine and spread all the way up into his cock and bullocks, until he felt physically, literally drained. When he was able to see straight again, he realized he was still holding the phone.

He sat up and aimed it at her. “Ready for the money shot?” he asked. Of course she was, his perfect girl.

She opened her mouth just enough for the huge load of cum he had deposited there, to start dribbling out the corners of her lips, oozing down her chin and her chest, and slowing when it reached her magnificent tits.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he purred. “I bet there are some very wealthy wizards who would pay a good number of galleons to have a picture of you like this to wank to.” He finished taking the photos and threw the phone aside, conjuring a soft towel and beginning to clean her up. “Too bad for them, you’re all mine,” he said, gathering cum from her chin with his finger and pressing it inside of her perfect pussy.

He really didn’t need to keep rubbing the cum soaked towel over her cunt, but he kept doing it anyway, which inevitably led to her riding him until both of them were gasping and coming again, this time in each other’s arms.

She’d fucked him so silly; the pictures slipped his mind.

***

On exactly one Sunday morning per month, Draco had breakfast with his parents at their London townhouse.

He’d distanced himself from them quite a lot when he’d started dating Granger. When he told them he was planning on marrying her, they’d threatened to disinherit him, banish him, all the things boomers say (Hermione had finally explained the concept of boomers to him) but he held his ground, and they’d come to an understanding of sorts.

Things had improved further once Scorpius was born, when his parents realized they would need to be respectful to the mother of their only grandchild if they wished to have a relationship with him. Draco had discovered that family was whatever one chose it to be, and he would choose Granger and Scorpius over and over again, any day.

But he could handle breakfast once a month.

He sat at their dining room table, eating a scone with raspberry jam, when he heard the telltale chime of Hermione’s text tone on his phone.

His mother was jabbering on about some young witch she wanted to introduce to Scorpius (“Draco, does he really need to spend so much time with that Potter boy?” And “Draco, when will he finally bring home a nice proper witch to date?”) Just really boomering it up.

His father had stepped away for a moment and he felt like it was an okay time to check his phone to see what his lovely wife had to say.

As his mother continued rambling about her fever dreams of his very out and proudly gay son choosing a witch to settle down with, Draco swiped on Hermione’s message and froze.

Three photos were attached—she seemed to have a penchant for sending them in groups of three, he thought absently. After a quick glance, Draco completely forgot where he was and whom he was with. The photos were of them. He and Granger.

In the first photo, Draco looked into the camera with heated eyes, appearing thoroughly debauched with his tongue buried deep in her slit.

The second, Hermione was suckling the tip of his cock like it was an ice lolly, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

And the third, the little minx. It was a shot of Hermione’s cunt, freshly fucked, with his cum oozing out of her hole, her own fingers reaching to press it back inside herself.

And just like that, he was hard as a rock at his mother’s quaint breakfast table.

“Fuuuuck,” Draco breathed, as his mother refilled the mug of tea he had long forgotten about. His glazed eyes shot up to Narcissa’s face as he suddenly remembered where he was.

“Everything alright at home, darling?” Narcissa asked with concern.

“Uh…yeah!” Draco was sure he sounded very normal. He cleared his throat. “Everything’s fine, Mother. We’re just, uh, painting the Manor. Hermione was sending me…progress pictures.”

“Are you sure, Draco? You seem a bit jumpy.”

“Let him be, Cissa,” Lucius drawled and looked at Draco with a glint in his eyes. When had he gotten back to the table? Draco hadn’t even noticed him come in, he’d been so thoroughly distracted.

“Such a thoughtful wife of yours, sending you pictures of your…Manor,” Lucius slyly remarked, nodding his head toward Draco‘s phone. “I can see why you so enjoy…painting it.”

Narcissa furrowed her brow, looking from her husband to her son.

“Photographs?” she asked. “May I see?”

Draco choked on his tea.

“Now now, dear, he didn’t mean for me to see them. I just happened to walk in at the right time and get an eyeful over his shoulder.”

Lucius smiled wickedly at Draco. “Painting is such a messy project. I’m sure he’d rather wait and show us once everything is all cleaned up.”

Maybe once a month was too much.

“I must admit,” his father continued, putting a finger to his chin in an aristocratic thinking pose. “I wasn’t sold on the idea of those muggle devices. But I admit, I do now see the value in them. Perhaps your wife could give me a lesson in using them?”

Draco gave him a murderous look.

Narcissa was watching them very closely. Lucius blew her a kiss across the table.

“And I will say, son…your mother does appreciate a good paint job.”

***

When Draco arrived home after the longest breakfast of his life, he stormed through the Manor, looking for his bratty wife.

He found her reading in the library, curled up on a loveseat sofa, her feet tucked under, holding a mug of tea. She was the perfect picture of innocence.

“Granger,” he growled. “What was the meaning of that?”

She blinked up at him with her long lashes and her huge dark eyes. “The meaning of what?”

“I just sat at a table with my mother and father eating scones with an enormous hard on.”

“Is that worse or better than me sitting in a courtroom wearing soaked knickers while surrounded by musty old wizards?”

“Well, love, my father saw the photos. So you tell me.”

Hermione sat up straight. Her eyes were wide but she barked out a laugh.

“Not only that, but I think he,” Draco grimaced, “approved.” He glared at Hermione’s burst of laughter.

“I have half a mind to take you right here,” Draco said. “I should throw you over my knee and spank…”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” a new but very familiar voice said. Scorpius walked swiftly past them with his hands over his ears and his eyes squeezed shut. “Gods, I should know better by now than to enter any room where you two are. It’s just so…cringe.”

“It’s ‘cringe’ to be in love?” Hermione asked, trying to hide a grin. “You should be glad that your parents still enjoy such a healthy, satisfying…’

“Nope, nope, nope,” Scorpius said and kept on walking.

Hermione stretched out on the sofa, looking feline and sexy as hell. She cocked her head at Draco and licked her lips.

“I’ll take that spanking now,” she said.

“And this time we’re taking videos.”

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Draco was pouting.

Hermione rushed around their bedroom, packing clothing and toiletries for her upcoming trip to Greece for the Wizarding Legal Symposium she would be attending along with entire Wizengamot.

He was so adorable like that, the corners of his perfect lips pointing downward and his hangdog expression. Though she was running late, she couldn’t help but go to him.

He sat propped up in their bed, still naked, and she crawled across the bed to straddle his lap. He instinctively put his hands on her hips, grounding her down on his half-hardened cock. He’d just fucked her into their mattress less than thirty minutes prior so there wasn’t any urgency to it, more just a natural impulse to be as close together as possible.

“It’s only for a week, my love,” Hermione said laughing, leaning in to kiss his bare shoulder.

“How will I survive without you for a whole week? My cock will wither away from lack of use. And our bed will be so cold.” His lower lip stuck out just a little and she couldn’t resist taking it between her teeth and gently biting down.

“Your cock will hardly be neglected,’ Hermione scoffed. “You haven’t already forgotten about the many uses of mobile phones, have you?” She pulled back and ran her hands affectionately though his hair.

Draco perked up a little at that, giving her a smirk. “I’ll never forget about your uses of mobile phones as long as I live. Maybe even longer.”

“See?” Hermione replied, smiling. “We can still have fun from a distance. It’ll be as if I’m right here with you.”

She didn’t want to admit that a week away from him felt like an eternity to her as well. Luckily for both of them, Hermione was excellent at making the most of difficult situations.

Hermione tangled her fingers in the hair at his nape and pulled his face to hers for a steamy kiss, her tongue exploring his, and running along the roof of his mouth, as he used his hands on her hips to begin moving her knicker covered cunt rhythmically against his now fully hardened cock.

Unfortunately, Hermione was running late.

Draco groaned and clung to her as she moved to pull away. “Please let me fuck you one more time before you go. Please,” he pleaded. Merlin, the man was dramatic.

“Draco, I’m late.”

He reared up onto his knees, gently pushing her onto her back on the bed and hovering over her. The way he was looking at her made her shiver with lust. Gods, she was so late.

“Come on, Granger, I’ll make it so good for you,” he purred, nipping at her neck, weakening her already withering resolve. She tilted her head to give him better access, then glanced over at the clock to see it was nearly time to go.

“Shit, Draco, I have to go.” She pushed at his shoulder, and he reluctantly sat up and released her, moving to sit at the foot of the bed and resume his pouting.

Hermione stood before Draco in her pencil skirt and now wrinkled silk blouse and had a spark of inspiration.

While holding his gaze, she bit her lip in that way she knew drove him mad with lust and took his hand in hers. Slowly, she pulled it up into her skirt and into her knickers. “Feel that?” she asked, smirking. He was practically panting.

She guided his fingers through her slick folds, gathering their combined release from earlier, then she removed their hands, wrapping his now wet fingers around his leaking cock.

His eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of their cum lubricating him and his hips jerked into his fist. Hermione leaned over to kiss him and put her hand over his to still him for a moment.

“Film it for me,” she hummed. “I want to watch you cum all over your hand when I get lonely in my hotel room.” He groaned as she spoke, and she kissed his lips, and turned on her heel quickly heading out via floo through the fireplace in their bedroom.

***

Fuck, he missed his wife.

He missed her voice, her scent, her touch, her wit, her sass. Her cunt.

Draco had practically wanked himself raw to the videos she’d been sending him since she left three days ago, particularly the one where she was writhing on her hotel bed, fucking herself with the pink vibrating dildo he’d gotten her for Christmas, while simultaneously sucking on her fingers and playing with her nipples with spit-wet fingers. And yes, once again, he’s envious of fingers.

Granger had taught him that having a wand came in handy when “sexting” as the youngs called it. They didn’t even need to hold their phones while taking pictures or videos; it just took a simple Wingardium Leviosa, leaving one’s hands free for whatever the user desired.

This didn’t just come in handy for solo sexcapades, but also for all the times they’d filmed themselves together, her riding his cock while he sucked on her tits, or him pounding into her from behind, and, honestly, there was nothing wrong with a good old missionary style pounding as well. She’d wrap her legs around him just so, and clench, and run her nails down his back, and he had direct access to her lips and tongue this way and...

Draco sighed. He really needed her to come home.

The video he’d made for her after she left for her trip was one for the books. He’d used the Leviosa charm, and gotten to his knees, fucking his fist with vigor, while looking directly into the camera and telling her exactly what he was going to do to her when she came home. He’d come so violently; he’d gotten it on his own chin. And then he wiped it off with his index finger and licked it off for her viewing pleasure. He knew she’d love it; his dirty girl (in all the best ways of course).

***

Hermione hated being away from home. She couldn’t sleep without Draco, just tossing and turning for most of the nights she had been away. The only way she could get to sleep was after an orgasm, which Draco was more than happy to assist with via technology.

Watching the video he’d sent her with his cock in his hand had made her weak in the knees, and seeing his cum spurt up to his chin had had her seeing white behind her eyelids, her body limp and languid afterwards. Only then had she gotten some rest.

But she had woken again at three in the morning with racing thoughts, and no Draco to snuggle or fuck her back into oblivion.

Her thoughts kept straying to Scorpius and how he’d be returning to Hogwarts for his final year soon. During dinner the night before she’d left, he had remarked that at least he could roam the Manor freely for a few days without having to worry about walking in on his parents shagging. Maybe she would bring him a pair of noise canceling earbuds. The Manor was vast, but they only lived in one part of it, and somehow, Scorpius kept ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She felt badly about it.

What sixteen-year-old wizard wanted to witness his parents having sex?

After Draco’s experience with Lucius at their last breakfast, they’d felt compelled to have slightly more discretion. They’d been better at using silencing charms and locking doors to the rooms they ended up having sex in, which, admittedly, was quite a few of them.

They’d gotten used to the freedom of having the place to themselves while Scorpius was away at school, and they were all still adjusting to the three of them living together again since he had been home for the summer hols.

When Hermione had moved in with Draco seventeen years prior, they had repurposed a previously unused wing of the manor for their living quarters, and another for Draco’s Foundation work, where Scorpius would be joining him after he graduated (assuming that was what he wanted to do). They weren’t going to force him into anything, but he’d oft expressed his interest in the Foundation and in helping Draco to run it.

Much of the Manor was currently untouched, since Draco had insisted his parents move out before she moved in. Hermione was starting to wonder if perhaps it was time to let Scorpius decide if he wanted to keep his rooms in their wing, or move to a different part of the manor.

Hermione sat up in bed. She couldn’t relax. She’d been away from Draco for too long--he was always good at shutting her brain off with his cock or his wicked tongue.

Suddenly, she slapped her palm to her forehead. How had she forgotten? In fact, something had slipped her mind entirely when she’d been educating Draco on the many uses of the mobile phone.

She picked up her phone and held it, for a moment, checking the clock and then tapped on an icon resembling a video camera.

***

Draco woke up to a strange chirping sound he’d never heard before coming out of his mobile. He reached over to grab in the general area where he kept it resting next to his pillow in case Hermione called or texted him. On the screen was what looked like a notification with a picture of Hermione that said Accept or Reject. Of course, he immediately accepted, and his mind was blown when he saw his wife’s smiling face, live in action. 

“What kind of sorcery is this?” he asked, using a phrase he had heard Scorp’s muggle friends say. Granger dissolved into a fit of giggles and Draco would have been irritated if he hadn’t suddenly noticed she was topless.

“Draco,” she gasped in between giggles, “you’re literally a wizard.”

“Granger, stop laughing. I haven’t seen you in days and here you’re taking the piss out of me,” he pouted.

“Oh darling, you’re just so adorable,” she said, her giggling fit passing as her face grew serious. “I miss you,” she whispered. “I just want to come home.”

“Gods, I know, love. I want you here with me so badly.” Draco sat up, sensing Granger’s need for distraction. He was always happy to give her anything she needed.

“Show me your pretty tits, baby,” he purred.

She smiled demurely and aimed the camera at her breasts for a moment and then back up to her face.

"Mmmm, I wish you were here right now squeezing those lovely things around my cock,” he licked his lips, looking into her eyes. “First I’d fuck your gorgeous mouth, then I’d fuck your tits. Then I’d lick that juicy quim of yours until your legs were shaking.” He saw she was beginning to breathe heavily. He paused, tilting his head at her. “Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she breathed. He heard her say “Wingardium Leviosa” and his cock began leaking. He did the same and lay back, now with his hands free, he gave his cock a quick stroke but returned his focus to watching Granger, wanting to make sure she got what she needed from him. And she certainly did.

And thus began Draco’s obsession with FaceTime. He’d FaceTime her when he woke up in the morning, in the late morning, during the afternoon at least once, and of course, when they were both lying in bed at night. He was so excited by the invention, he just wanted to show her everything he was doing all day and he loved that he could look her in the eyes when talking to her, even though she was thousands of kilometres away.

When he’d called during lunch at a time he knew she’d be surrounded by colleagues, she’d hissed, “You’d better have pants on” as a way of answering the call. And fair enough, because more than once, she’d answered only to find a straight shot of his knob staring her down.

Fortunately, he was indeed wearing trousers; he’d only called to show her that her favorite hydrangeas were finally in bloom.

Things were looking up.

Draco was delighted when Scorpius joined him for dinner that evening.

Now that he was almost of age, they allowed him the freedom to come and go as he pleased, within reason. Draco wanted to make sure that Scorpius felt free of familial obligations and that he was able to make his own life choices. So, it was a rare gift for him to join them for dinner.

They chatted about the Foundation and Draco made sure to ask about Albus, remembering how much it had irked him when his own parents wound ignore the existence of Granger. Besides, he liked Albus even if his father was a bit of a tosser at times. And yeah, the fact that Albus called Granger “Aunt ‘Mione” made things a bit uncomfortable.

Albus was well, Scorpius said.

Quidditch was fine, Scorpius informed.

Yes, the salmon was perfectly prepared; No, he wouldn’t be able to join him for breakfast the next morning; Yes, he had plans that evening.

It was hard to keep a conversation going with a teenager who was perpetually scrolling their mobile. Granger was so much better at getting him to talk and the thought made Draco miss her even more.

He felt like he was really buggering up this whole parenting thing.

Then Scorpius suddenly looked up as if recalling something important.

“Oh hey, Dad, can I ask you something?”

“Yes of course, son. Anything.” Draco leaned in, ready to absolutely nail this potential bonding moment.

“Why does Grandmother keep asking me about you painting the Manor?”

Draco choked on his red wine.

“Uh—“

“She said Mum sent you some pictures and that Grandfather had been very impressed by them. Something about painting the walls? She seems quite upset she hasn’t gotten a chance to see them. This used to be their home after all…”

Draco cleared his throat. “Scorp…sometimes when mummies and daddies don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings, (or traumatize the living hell out of everyone, he thought) they tell harmless little lies called ‘white lies’. Grandmother wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing the pictures, so I told— “

“But Grandfather enjoyed them?”

“Oh yes, a great deal in fact,” Draco muttered darkly.

“Oh no,” Scorpius said, realization spreading over his face, and he put a hand over his eyes briefly. “This is some kind of sex euphemism, isn’t it?”

“Scorpius…”

“Gross!”

Yeah, he was really mucking up this parenting thing.

He chugged his wine.

Gods, he missed Granger.

***

Hermione was over it. She’d been away from her family for six days, dealing with old wizarding politics and Cormac McLaggen being a creep in exactly the same way he had back in Sixth Year, twenty years ago.

She’d done her time, attending workshops, giving talks (as the token female and muggleborn member of the Wizengamot, she was a big ticket item). All that was left was the Closing Breakfast the following morning and, well, Hermione wasn’t the least bit interested in spending any more time with her crusty colleagues. She’d rather have breakfast in bed with Draco.

She made the decision even before returning to her hotel room after dinner and farewell cocktails. She packed her clothes and the rest of her things, and headed down to the lobby to floo home, feeling a thrill run though her her body. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and shouted out “Malfoy Manor” disappearing in a swirl of green flames and breathing a sigh of relief.

Hermione entered their darkened bedroom sometime after midnight. As she undressed, she admired her sleeping husband, looking ethereally beautiful, laying on his side, the sheets pulled up to his waist, the moonlight streaming in and highlighting the smooth, lean muscles of his arms and torso. His face was relaxed and his lashes brushing his chiseled cheekbones. Her heart and cunt clenched at the sight.

She climbed into bed and snuggled into Draco, wrapping her arms around him, trying not to wake him, (but secretly hoping to). She kissed him on the back of his neck, inhaling his scent. Before she could blink, she was on her back, her wrists pinned by his hands and her legs pinned by his thighs. There was a hard cock resting on her belly and piercing eyes gazing down at her.

“Oh fuck, you’re finally home.” His lips found hers immediately and she melted into him.

It was a happy coincidence that both were already fully naked, both preferring to sleep nude when together.

Still pinning her down with his body, Draco kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, her chin, her lips. He rested his forehead against hers and released her wrists which she immediately wrapped around his broad shoulders, before pressing her lips to his once more. As always, the kiss rapidly got out of control.

She had fully expected to be ravished and she wasn’t disappointed. Draco got up on his knees, grasping her ankles and pulling them around his waist. He ran the head of his cock through her folds and slapped the sensitive head against her clit a few times. She was so wet and ready for him that it took just a little nudge, and he was inside her.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed as she moaned. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

“Ohhhh Draco, I missed you so much,” she whimpered. He fucked her slowly, steadily, and she couldn’t believe how quickly she was coming.

She keened softly as her first orgasm hit her, almost gentle, as the soothing waves pulsed through her core. She pulled his mouth to hers, her hips meeting his movements wanting to make it as good for him as he always did for her.

“Wait, hold on a second,” she murmured against his lips.

“Yes, love, anything,” he said, stopping his movements, his breaths shaky, sounding almost overcome himself.

“I want you to do what you said you were gonna do. When we FaceTimed the first time.”

Draco made a tortured sound and she felt him twitch inside her.

“You want me to fuck your pretty tits, baby?”

She nodded. “Yes, that.” And fuck, she sounded so prim he almost blew his load right on the spot.

She was always such a heady combination of proper, prim, swotty, sweet, and filthy and nobody else had ever gotten him going the way she did. Nobody else had ever gotten to know this side of her, and oh, he loved her.

Whatever Granger wanted, Granger got.

He pulled out of her, and his cock was warm, wet and sticky from being inside of her.

“Come here,” she said. “Straddle me.”

He gingerly made his way up her body, his cock so hard it felt like it would burst. He rested it damply on her warm chest.

“Good boy,” she cooed at him. “Now spit.” He did as she said, and a trail of saliva fell from his lips onto his cock, oozing onto her chest. She squeezed her luscious breasts around his lubricated dick. She ran her thumbs over her nipples while she did so, and he was overtaken by the primal need to thrust. He took over teasing her nipples for her, wanting to see how close he could get her to coming, just by touching her there.

“Ohhh,” he breathed, loving watching the tip of his cockhead moving through her tits and up towards her mouth where she greeted it with her tongue. She was so good, always so so good.

“Fuck, stop doing that or I’ll come already.” He grunted as she smirked evilly at him and did it again, this time sucking the tip briefly as it moved up and down squeezed between the silky soft yet firm flesh of her breasts.

“I’m close,” he grunted out. Oh gods, it was so erotic and felt so good but… he really wanted to come inside her this time. It had been far too long.

He paused his thrusting and began to tease her tits with his leaking cock. Once her nipples were wet with his precome, he bent down and licked them clean, as she moaned and begged for him to fuck her properly.

Draco made his way back down between her legs, and held himself at her entrance for a moment, just admiring his debauched wife, before he finally pushed into her cunt and felt the telltale squeeze of her around him. “Oh shit, Draco, I’m gonna… uhhhhh” and her pulsing took him with her, his cum shooting into the place it belonged, while he groaned into her neck.

He made no move to pull out afterwards. He lay over her, propped up on his elbows as they kissed and talked about everything from how her trip went to Cormac McLaggen’s latest attempts to flirt with her (oh how Draco loathed McLaggen—).

“I must say, The Facetime is quite a handy invention. And I think I’ve quite mastered the art of the muggle phone...”

“Draco, darling. It’s not “The FaceTime” it’s just FaceTime. And…FaceTiming me to show me what you’re having for breakfast is, I would say, classic boomer behavior.”

He pouted at her. “Boomers can’t be all bad. They made you, after all.”

“No, they’re not all bad. They’ve taught us a lot, some more than others. Especially in terms of parenting and in particular, what not to do,” she smiled. “Scorpius may not see it now, but someday he’ll be older and wiser and he’ll look back and see how far you’ve come. And how cool you truly are.” She kissed his lips and beamed at him.

“Our son is happy, well-adjusted. The hardest thing he’s had to go through so far in his life is a little too much knowledge about our carnal knowledge. Think about what we were having to go through at his age. We were in the middle of a whole war.”  

As usual, Granger was blowing his mind.

“You love and accept him for who he is, you distanced yourself from your own parents due to their toxic behaviors. You encourage him to find his own way, chase his own dreams, rather than just yours…”

“Draco,” she stroked his jaw as he stared at her. And stared. He couldn’t stop. “You’re really nailing this parenting thing.”

Chapter Text

Draco still couldn’t get enough of FaceTime.

He’d called Hermione at work, knowing she’d be spending her lunch time in her office instead of gathered in a courtroom with a bunch of dusty old wizards (or lecherous young wizards, in the case of Cormac McLackin, a nickname Draco was quite proud of).

With Scorpius back at school, Draco and Hermione had immediately stopped with their locking and silencing charms, enjoying having every spare inch of the Manor again to fuck all over (barring Scorpius’s rooms, of course).

When they weren’t together, they were sexting or FaceTime fucking, and afterward, when they were spent and sated, they enjoyed taking long baths and reading together. They were civilized adults, after all.

Even after almost seventeen years of marriage, their passion had never dwindled. But with the introduction of the mobile phone and all the fun they had with it, it was like they were having a perpetual second honeymoon.

On this particular afternoon, they were right smack dab in the middle of an intense FaceTime fuck.

“Oh yeah, baby, touch yourself,” Draco purred into his floating mobile as he spit in his hand and used his own saliva and pre-come to butter up his cock.

Granger’s own floating phone was currently angled just so, to show her two fingers deep in her pussy, her thumb giving loving swipes to her clit as she keened and writhed in her desk chair, her skirt pulled up around her waist, knickers left at home this morning, as she’d promised in the filthy texts she’d been sending him all morning and witnessed in the salacious photos she’d sent of her pussy. He’d been hard all morning and by now, he was aching to come.

Draco could tell she was so close, based on her staggered breathing and the flush on her cheeks and the size of her pupils.

“I want you to come with me Draco, I’m so close, ohhhhh…”

“If I were there with you, where would you want it?” Draco gasped out.

“All over my face, give me a facial Draco…” She was gone, her face contorted into the sheer tortured bliss of orgasm.

In time with her wails, Draco’s cock pulsed in his hand, and his hips thrust of their own accord with each spurt of cum until his spend oozed down the sides of his fist.

“Fuck, Granger,” he gasped. “You just almost killed me.”

“That should hold you over until I get home, yes?” Granger said, still a bit breathless herself. She was so sexy, Draco still couldn’t believe she was his, even after all this time.

Just then a much, MUCH less appealing voice said, “Oh I’ll keep him busy until then.” Draco looked up to find his father’s smirking face, as Lucius leaned against the doorframe of his office.

“Put the snake away, son. We have much to discuss.” He sauntered out of the office and Draco threw a violent locking spell at the door.

“Fucking fuck, are you still there, Granger?”

She was indeed, and she looked rather too amused by his current situation. “The Malfoy men do have terrible timing, don’t they?”

“Clearly,” he said drily. “At least we’d both already come though.” He grinned lasciviously at his wife. “He missed the main event.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” she snickered and bit her lower lip. “I better let you go see what your father wants. I love you; I’ll see you at home later.” She blew several kisses and ended the call. Draco stared  bereft, at his mobile for a minute and then stood, casting a Scourgify and adjusting his clothing before going out to greet his father. The sooner he found out what the old man wanted, the sooner he could get rid of him.

Draco walked out of his office and was startled to find both of his parents sitting in the fireside chairs he’d set up in the hallway outside his office door.

“Miss Granger certainly has taught you plenty of new things about the ways of the world, hasn’t she?” Lucius said, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“More than you’ll ever possibly know,” Draco retorted. “And it’s Mrs. Granger-Malfoy. But you already knew that didn’t you?” He sneered at his father, then went over to hug his mother, who had stood up, and was looking a bit confused around the halls of the Manor.

“Wait,” she asked, “which area did you paint? It all looks the same to me?”

Lucius looked gleefully at Draco, practically rubbing his hands together, as if he couldn’t wait to hear what explanation he had to give to Narcissa, who, in Draco’s opinion, was awfully overly-obsessed with the interior design of a home she no longer lived in, and hadn’t for almost two decades.

“It’s just…the same colors, Mother. Can’t you tell how new it looks?”

“Hmmm,” was the only response he received.

“What brings you here?” he asked his parents. It wasn’t common for them to drop in, although Draco did leave the floo open for visitors during his working hours in the Foundation wing of the Manor. It wasn’t alarming, per se, but certainly not the norm.

“Let’s have tea and talk,” his mother suggested, and Draco knew it wasn’t a request. Lucius looked a combination of uncomfortable and a bit smug.

Draco was beginning to become worried. They were acting so strangely.

He called for Mipsy, one of two remaining elves at the Manor, both clothed and paid handsomely much to their dismay although in the past decade and a half, they’d learned to appreciate their new lifestyles.

Mipsy had a proper tea set up for them within minutes in the sitting room nearest Draco’s office.

The three Malfoys sat down, and each fixed a cup of tea to their liking, then Narcissa stared (rather beadily in Draco’s opinion) at him for a few minutes before deigning to speak.

“Draco,” she began slowly and thoughtfully. “I know we’ve had our differences over the years, mostly regarding your…choice in bride, as well as moving her in here before marriage and the fact that she was already pregnant at your wedding…” Narcissa shuddered a bit at the impropriety and then collected herself.

Draco had a lot of things he wanted to say but held off, curious to see where this was all going. Lucius, meanwhile, was reclining back in his chair, very improperly. He had his legs stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed, his teacup balanced on one knee, and one raised refined eyebrow.

“We know that lately you’ve…learned a plenitude of new…concepts from your wife— “

“Hermione,” Draco interrupted. “Her name is Hermione. Repeatedly calling her ‘your wife’  somehow sounds insulting when you do it. Please refer to her by her first name or call her Mrs. Granger-Malfoy.”

Narcissa didn’t visibly roll her eyes, but she absolutely did roll her eyes, Draco knew. It was all part of the insincere politeness that had been bred into them all. His mother also knew she was on thin ice whenever she talked about Hermione, Draco was like a raw nerve ready to pounce at any perceived slight.

“Go on,” he gestured.

Wait, what did his mother mean ‘new concepts’? His brain screamed at him. He’d been all frothed up over her tone and had missed what she’d actually said. And none of it was making any sense at all. It wasn’t like Narcissa Malfoy to beat around the bush, and it wasn’t like Lucius to so enjoy watching her do so.

His mother’s cheeks were pink, and she looked sheepish in a way that Narcissa never did. Lucius still looked…smug.

Draco’s eyes widened in a very what the fuck is happening kind of way.

“Your father and I would like to learn more about these muggle inventions that seem to be drastically improving your life. I would like to learn more about some of these new methods of riding….”

She looked at Lucius. “Is that what I would do with it, darling? Ride it?”

Draco choked on his tea. Lucius continued to grin, if you could even call it that.

“Wait…What—what muggle inventions? What are we…riding?” Draco began to cringe inwardly. Was his mother implying…

“We want your wife—” At this she paused and tried again. “I would like to know if Hermione would be willing to teach me a few new things. We’ve seen the way you two do it and it’s really quite appealing. We want to explore before we’re too old to get it up…isn’t that right, Lucius dear?”

Was the room spinning? Was he having a nightmare? Oh gods, was this how Scorpius felt nonstop in his own home?

“Flooing so far is difficult at our age, and apparition overseas is unthinkable.”

Draco gaped at his mother, his brain desperately trying to work out what she was saying.

“Muggle air travel,” Narcissa finally said, ending his suffering.

Draco released all of his air in one whoosh sound. He rubbed at his eyebrow for a moment as if suffering from a migraine.

“You—you want Hermione to teach you about flying in a muggle airplane?”

“Yes! Yes, exactly,” Narcissa beamed.

“Among other things, but we’ll start here,” Lucius drawled, and Draco fixed him with his nastiest sneer.

***

“And then she finally said, ‘air travel’ and Salazar, I’ve never been more relieved in my life. But then my father was hinting about other lewd things and I…”

“Take a breath, darling,” Hermione said as she ran her hands through his hair, his head resting in her lap, one of his favorite places on earth.

“So apparently my parents want to travel to America, and they’d prefer to fly on an airplane.”

“And they want me to teach them how it all works. Booking the trip, using the computer, airports, the whole thing,” she continued for him.

Draco ran a hand across his forehead and sighed. “Can you even imagine those two in an air poor? Ughhh…”

“Airport,” Hermione corrected and then was silent for a moment. “I have an idea, but you’re not going to like it.”

Draco groaned inwardly, already knowing where his do-gooder wife was likely going with all of this.

“Let’s go with them. That way, I can help them along the way and while they’re there. Wizarding America is different from...what they’re used to. Especially for…”

“Boomers?” Draco suggested, and she nodded.

“And besides, we haven’t gone on a trip together in a while.”

“So you’re fine with those metal death traps but not a broomstick?”

“Are you going to ride a broomstick across the Atlantic Ocean?”

“I would prefer it, yes,” he sniffed.

“Hmmm,” Hermione mused. “Well, there is a way I could ride your broomstick across the Atlantic Ocean…Draco…have you ever heard about the Mile High Club?”

***

The flight from Heathrow to JFK was a red-eye about eight hours long. Plenty of time for Hermione to take Draco’s airplane sex virginity.

With how tense he was about the whole endeavor (from exposing her to his parents, for very different reasons, to exposing all of them to muggles, to a newly revealed fear of flying anything that wasn’t the newest Nimbus model) Draco really needed the stress relief.

Hermione had instructed them all to dress comfortably. She wore a long-sleeved cream-colored sweatshirt dress and trainers, and Draco in grey joggers and a black hooded sweatshirt, both of which were making her practically salivate with how sexy he looked. The joggers left nothing to the imagination and anyone who was looking (which included an irritating number of muggle women) could clearly see that he dressed to the left. The head of his cock was clearly defined as was his shaft. Even when not hard, it was impressive.

She couldn’t talk the elder Malfoys into anything less than perfectly pressed trousers and a light blue oxford for Lucius and a shift dress with a pearl-adorned cardigan for Narcissa. She’d also confiscated their wands, keeping all four in her carry-on bag with a Notice-Me-Not charm, just in case.

Further, to Draco’s great chagrin, she’d insisted they each sit with one of his parents in order to make sure they were behaving and not acting out of sorts or harassing the muggles. Also to Draco’s chagrin, they would be sitting several rows apart. They’d compromised and gone with Business Class rather than First Class.

It was the most time she’d spent with Draco’s parents without Scorpius present. And…it was too much.

Lucius kept staring from her body to her face as if seeing her for the first time, as if he hadn’t been friendly with multiple people who’d tried to kill her as a youth. He looked almost…aroused. Draco was glaring at his father with the same ferocity Lucius was eyefucking her. Narcissa was polite but oblivious and chilly.

Somehow, they made it through the airport, through security and into their assigned seats.

She shuddered, remembering Lucius’ stare, and turned to see Narcissa, her seatmate, staring straight ahead. She should have sat with Lucius; at least he would have a conversation with her. But Draco would have had a fit.

After an hour or so in the air, once the flight attendants had served them their gin and tonics, Hermione decided she missed Draco too much and told Narcissa she would send Lucius to sit with her for a while.

She made her way up the darkened aisle to where she saw two white blond heads, and tapped Lucius on the shoulder.      

“I thought maybe we could, um, switch for a while?” She attempted to smile at Lucius but his eyes were on her legs and it was freaking her out. “I told Narcissa you would come sit with her.” Draco was already standing ready to kick Lucius out and invite Hermione in     to their row.

At the mention of his wife’s name, Lucius stood and slid past Hermione, back to Narcissa’s row.

“We could cast a Notice-Me-Not charm,” she whispered to Draco as she kissed his jaw softly, “or we could just try not to get caught.”

They had enough privacy to where they could drape a blanket over their laps, which made it easy for her hand to find the waistband of his joggers and dip inside, gently running the tips of her fingers over his velvety dick.

It didn’t take long for his cock to grow heavy and hard under her fingers, the head poking out the waistband of his joggers. Hermione rubbed her thumb through the beads of pre-come and swirled it around the tip, making him tense up and swear under his breath.

“Fuck, Granger, you naughty minx,” he groaned softly against her mouth before pressing his lips to hers, and she felt him grow even harder, if such a thing was possible. He was already well-endowed, but it truly seemed like he was going to bust through his pants.

Keeping their kiss somewhat chaste, she worked him harder under the blanket. When he grunted just a little too loudly to be inconspicuous, she pulled back and caught his eyes. “Shhhh,” she reminded him, biting her lip to hide a grin. He looked like he was somewhere between agony and bliss.

Since it was practically the middle of the night, it was fairly dark in the cabin of the airplane.

She lay her head on his shoulder to start, still pumping his cock under the blanket but slowing her movements a bit. Then after casting a quick glance around and finding everyone else preoccupied or absent and grateful for the roomy size of their seats, she moved slightly away from him in the roomy seat and leaned over and lay her head in his lap. She felt him tense a bit as she lifted the blanket just enough to give her access and gave the head of his cock a tiny, kitten-ish lick. He was silent this time, but his hips bucked up slightly and she pulled away.

“Do that again and I’ll stop,” she warned him in a low voice.

He glared down at her and the want in his eyes made her want to squirm, her pussy almost uncomfortably wet by now.

Hermione leaned back over and took just his head in her mouth and suckled gently. He tensed but remained still and silent, closing his eyes and laying back trying to appear relaxed. She pulled the rest of his cock out of his shorts and took him all the way into her mouth and out, feeling his thighs clench as he fought against the urge to thrust.

She drooled onto his cock, wrapped her lips around him, sucking him harder as he rubbed her back and shoulders soothingly although she knew he was just trying not to grab her head and fuck her mouth for the whole plane to see.

Hermione was again grateful his parents were seated far from them and presumably sleeping like many of the other passengers.

After a few more languorous sucks, and a few parting licks and kisses to his crown, she straightened back up, and looked him in his lusty eyes as she licked her lips like the kitten who got the cream.

She hadn’t gotten his cream yet, but she was definitely going to get it.

Hermione snuggled into Draco, smiling as his hand found its way under the blanket, dragging her dress up her thighs, and using his hand to spread her thighs to make room for him. He groaned then cleared his throat when he slipped his fingers into her knickers and found her hot, slippery folds. She writhed a bit as his fingers first slid over and around her clit a few times then, dipped inside her cunt. She lifted her hips a little so she could help him slide her knickers off, and once they were around one ankle, he reached down to grab them and slipped them into his pocket.

His fingers moved back between her thighs which she spread eagerly for him.

Hermione pressed her face into Draco’s neck, smelling his fresh, minty, woodsy scent. If she could bottle his scent she’d have, well, she’d have her own Amortentia. 

She softly kissed the spot on his neck that she knew would break him, which in turn, made him swipe his thumb harder around her clit just right and press down with just the right amount of pressure. Almost without warning, she convulsed around his fingers and pressed her opened mouth against his shoulder in a silent scream, her pussy squeezing his fingers so hard, his dick twitched in envy.

When her cunt stopped clutching him, and she finally relaxed, he pulled his fingers out of her and made a show of licking them clean while she watched with her lips parted and her pupils dilated, still breathing a bit heavy.

Suddenly he turned his body, moving to lean against the reclined seat on his side, and patted her hip to encourage her to shift on to her side as well, her back to his chest. It was slightly awkward, but he managed to maneuver them, so it appeared they were simply snuggled up spooning under their blanket. His cock was pressed tightly against her backside, and she wiggled against him a little.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, and she whimpered slightly. “But I need you to be so quiet, okay? Otherwise,” He kissed her shoulder gently, “I’ll have to silence you. One way or another. With my wand…or…I’ll stuff your pretty little mouth with your knickers.” He rubbed the tip of his nose on her cheek. “But you can be good for me, right pet?” She nodded eagerly, and he rewarded her with a lingering kiss to her neck, right below her ear.

“Move a little this way, baby,” he murmured, lifting her top leg up just slightly looping her calf over his. The sticky tip of his cock found her slippery center and he pressed forward a little, just the tip entering her, opening her up for him.

“Let me in, love,” he breathed, and then hummed in approval as she shifted around a bit to accommodate him. “Yes, that’s a good girl, just like that.”

Once he had her angled how he wanted her, he gripped his cock and pushed all the way in easily. His breathing became staggered as his cock was enveloped in her tight heat and received some much-needed friction. He thrust slowly and shallowly, and Hermione was already feeling the telltale tightening of orgasm in her womb.

But then he stopped.

***

Draco was trying very hard not to blow his load already.

With his cock fully seated in Hermione’s tight, wet cunt, he held very still, still holding her hip with one hand and the other arm wrapped around her waist on top of the blanket. Hermione closed her eyes and he knew she was trying to stay quiet, wanting to beg, and scream and cry and moan. For Hermione to be silent or even quiet during sex was a miraculous feat.

Just then, a flight attendant approached, offering them a hot towel.

“No, thank you, my wife is trying to sleep,” Draco explained in a whisper, tightening his hold on Hermione. The flight attendant glanced at Hermione who had her eyes closed and then gave Draco a sharp look, before moving on to the next row.

“You’re going to need a towel when I get done with you,” he murmured. “Although, you’re already dripping all over the seat.” At her tiny whimper, Draco smiled into her hair.

“Move Draco,” Hermione whine-whispered from her semi-awkward position half on her side and half on his lap. Every movement, every breath she made had him dangerously close to grabbing her and rutting until he came inside her, all the others on the plane be damned.

“Not yet darling,” he murmured into her ear. “You’re going to lay very still and very quietly keep my cock nice and warm for a while first.” He rested her cheek on hers and closed his eyes, squeezing them shut when she purposely tightened around him. His cock twitched eagerly in response and his hips bucked slightly.

“Oh no you don’t,” he whispered, and she clenched again, twice. He reached his hand into the blanket and pinched her clit briefly.

“This is an eight-hour flight and we still have six hours to go,” he told her. “I could do this all night.”

“Your father could come back anytime,” Hermione said.

Draco scoffed. “He’d much rather be sitting with my mother than with me.”

He was just as affected as she was though. All it would take was a few wiggles and squeezes around him and he’d be a thrusting, coming machine. And Hermione knew this well.

She clenched and squeezed and wriggled her hips a bit and that’s all it took.

When he finally broke, it was like finally scratching the deepest, most intense itch imaginable. He slid his middle and index finger down to either side of her clit, squeezing his fingers slightly, making her come almost instantly. She stuffed her own fist in her mouth in an effort to not cry out during the pulsing waves of heat in her womb. Draco pressed his open mouth to her shoulder as he came, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, the pleasure bordering on pain for how badly he’d needed to come.  He felt her cunt clench with aftershocks as his cum painted her insides, attempting to milk his cock of every last drop.

Fuck, he loved her.

They lay there for a moment before righting their clothing (sans knickers for her) and then she turned to face him, still snuggled under the blanket.

“Draco, you have to give them back,” she pleaded.

“They’re my trophy—my prize for becoming a Mile High Club member,” he smirked.

“How did you figure out what that meant?”

“Google, of course.”

“Right…So, can I please have them back now?”

“No can do.”

“You do realize what’s going to happen when I stand up right?”

“Yes,” he said, running his lips along her jaw. “You’re going to keep my cum nice and warm and then when you stand up, it’s going to slide down your thighs—“

“In FRONT of your parents,” she gasped at him.

“Yep,” he said. “In front of everyone.”

“But Draco, that would be public indecency…” He raised an eyebrow, but his eyes were glittering.

“What would you call what we just did?” But he reached into his pocket and retrieved them, bending over to help her slide her ankles through each opening and then pulled them up to her thighs so she could shimmy them past her hips. “Fine, but I’ll still enjoy every second of knowing your knickers are soaked with my cum.”

“You might want to ask for that towel now, before your father sits down.” At his hesitation, Hermione shouldered him. “You have to wipe the seat before he comes back!”

Later, after Hermione and Lucius had each made their way back to their own assigned seats, Draco felt his phone buzz.

He saw a text from Hermione with a photo message attached.

A photo of her cunt with her knickers pulled aside, with cum dribbling out of her and all over the crotch of her black knickers.

Draco quickly angled his phone away from Lucius who raised an eyebrow at Draco.

Hermione’s text read “Meet me in the loo?”

Chapter Text

After a ten day trip overseas with his parents, Draco was relieved to be home.

Lucius and Narcissa had mostly behaved and enjoyed seeing the sights, and Draco only got into an argument with them twice—once over a disparaging comment from Narcissa about muggles, and another time when Lucius “accidentally” spilled cream onto Hermione’s chest during tea. He had made a scene of apologizing profusely, insisting he help her clean it up. When he’d reached over to presumably dab at the milky white substance on her bosom, Draco had literally slapped his father’s hand away.

Hermione was more than capable of doing so herself, but Draco happened to be quicker, practically snatching Lucius’s hand right off his wrist. Lucius, no worse for wear, had merely looked amused at his son’s reaction.

Narcissa stared straight ahead, whether pretending to be or actually oblivious, and delicately sipped her tea.

The downside of being home was that Hermione had to go back to work. He’d gotten used to having her at his side twenty-four hours a day and he’d had a hard time letting her go that morning.

He’d made her late for work, insisting on making her come on his tongue before she got out of bed, which of course led to other pleasurable activities, him pushing inside her, filling her up, reminding her how much he loved knowing she was full of him. 

How much he loved knowing that she’d be full of his seed while other wizards talked to her, especially Cormac McLackin.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the nickname. 

While she dressed for work, she explained the concept of dad humor to him, and he’d merely shrugged. “Well, I am a dad.”

“Yeah, you’re a DILF,” she said while pulling on her skirt.  

“‘A what?” 

“A DILF. D-I-L-F. It means…A Dad I’d Like To Fuck,” she told him sheepishly, looking up at him through her lashes from where she was bent over at the waist. Topless, mind you, but he refused to be distracted.

Draco’s mind whirred anxiously thinking about other possible dads she might like to fuck. His own father had been rather sexually charged toward Granger lately--definitely a new dynamic for them. It was really bothering Draco, which as Hermione had pointed out, was likely the point. 

But still, he couldn’t help feeling insecure at times, due to the fact that his wife was the sexiest, most desirable witch on the planet.

She was also very perceptive, and had noticed Draco’s sudden silence and anxious tells. She walked right into his arms and rested a palm on each of his cheeks, forcing eye contact. 

“You’re the only dad I have eyes for.” 

He kissed her, holding her close.

Draco trusted Hermione implicitly, but he also had a plan forming in his mind.

A plan to make her weak in the knees for him, to remind her that he’s the only wizard she’ll ever need.

She was worth the reminder. 

 ***

Cormac McLaggen (McLackin, she snorted internally, though she’d never admit it to Draco) did indeed seek her out in her office to chat while she sat at her desk sipping coffee.

Hermione nodded politely at him, anxious to get away, and stood up to go refill her coffee mug. She tried not to make a face as she felt a warm trickle between her thighs. 

She worked all morning with damp knickers, a constant reminder of Draco, just as he’d intended.

She sat at her desk, smiling to herself and thinking of their morning together, when a text came through. It was, of course, from her husband. 

He was the only one who texted her, except for Harry, and maybe Ginny on occasion. Scorpius was not allowed a mobile phone at Hogwarts, which Hermione found kind of silly. It would’ve been perfect for Muggle Studies.

Draco: Got time for lunch? 

Hermione: Yes. Come to my office at noon. xx 

Draco: I’ll be there. I love you. 

She was about to put away her phone when a photo message came through. It was a shot of his crotch, in those damnable grey joggers. 

Hermione could see every curve of her favorite cock. She couldn’t wait to ride it later. 

Draco knew she had a weakness for him in muggle clothes, especially joggers and hoodies. He and Scorpius had gone shopping together before he’d had gone back to school, and Draco had come home wearing joggers, to an extremely favorable outcome.

She sighed. He knew all of her weaknesses, really.

At noon precisely, Draco walked into her office and leaned against the door jamb.

Draco Malfoy, who was always elegantly dressed in perfectly tailored ridiculously expensive suits, with his hair perfectly styled, and his dragon hide boots perfectly polished, stood in the doorway to her office wearing joggers and a hoodie, looking as though he had just come from the gym. His hair was a bit mussed, he was a bit sweaty. His sweatshirt sleeves were pushed up, revealing his forearms. He looked rather, well…slutty.

Hermione just stared, mouth agape.

“Hello darling.” Draco smiled innocently at her, but his eyes were dancing wickedly as he pushed off from her door and started towards her.

“What in Merlin’s name are you—you’re wearing that at the Ministry?”

She was trying to sound peeved, but her eyes were drinking him in. She stood from her desk and smoothed her skirt, slowly approaching her husband.

“I was out for a run, didn’t want to be late.” His eyes traveled over her face and body, licking his lips. Gods, he was so attractive to her.

“A run, huh?”

Draco hummed in confirmation, moving even closer to her.

“It’s a new hobby I picked up.”

Hermione snorted. “Since when? Three hours ago?” But her breathing grew more shallow the closer they got. She could already see his dick beginning to rise in his joggers as he undoubtedly became progressively more aroused from their exchange.

They loved teasing each other almost as much as they loved fucking each other.

By now, she was close enough to Draco to rest her hands on his chest, so she did. Because she could. He was hers.

“I ran here to get to you,” he murmured, settling his hands on her waist and running them around to her lower back, then down to squeeze her bum.

Leaning down to kiss her, he pulled her hips towards his, letting her feel the hardness in his joggers. She moaned. “Draco, what are you–?”

He flipped her around so his chest pressed against her back, and she moaned as she felt him grind his dick on her arse, and his hand found its way under her skirt, inside her knickers. 

“Merlin, Draco, you’re going to drive me crazy…”

”My my, you’re already so wet for me.”

While he worked her with his fingers, he used his other hand to move her hair over one shoulder and leaned down to bury his face in the spot where her shoulder met her neck, kissing and suckling her skin gently.

“Oh…”

All of her weaknesses, indeed. 

“How did it feel to have your cum-soaked knickers pressed against your sweet little pussy all morning?” he uttered huskily against her skin. “Did it remind you of who you belong to?”

”Y-yes…” she stuttered, slowly fucking herself on his fingers.

“Any other dads you want to fuck?” Draco growled, and she laughed despite all of her blood currently rushing south from her brain to her clit. 

“No silly. I only want to fuck you.”

He removed his fingers from her and spun her around so she could watch as he sucked them obscenely, groaning at the taste of her juices. 

Hermione cast a locking spell at her office door and reached up to twine her arms around his neck and attack his lips.

Draco was ready for her and pivoted them, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around him. He pressed her back against the door and kissed her hungrily. She eagerly sucked his tongue into her mouth and flexed his hips into hers, giving her the chance to rub herself all over his hardness.

The friction of his cock dragging over her clit elicited a breathy moan. She was pretty sure—no, she was entirely certain, she could come like this.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” she warned in a breathless tone. He chuckled darkly.

“Is that a threat?” He asked in a low, teasing voice, only thrusting faster against her as he groped her arse. She squeezed her thighs tightly around his hips, overcome by the throbbing sensation between her legs but not ready to come yet.

“Stop, Draco.” He did, immediately, pulling back to see her face.

She kissed him, a soft, lingering joining of their lips. “We don’t have much time, and I really want you inside me.”

Draco growled into her mouth and then set her down.

Hermione pushed him in the direction of her office chair and then tugged his joggers down. His cock bounced out at her. Of course, he wasn’t wearing anything under those sinful things. He was trying to kill her.

The room suddenly felt twenty degrees hotter. Draco kissed her fiercely, and hummed as her hand circled his cock, her thumb running across his leaking tip, playing with the pearls of slickness and then running her hand down and back up his shaft. She twisted her palm over the head before releasing him.

Hermione gave him another shove until he sat in her desk chair with his cock bobbing, then she hurriedly pushed her knickers down and bunched up her skirt. He watched her frantic motions while lazily stroking himself. The look in his eyes made her mouth dry with wanting.

“Someone’s eager,” Draco teased fondly, gripping himself at the base for her to sit on, the head of his cock shiny and flushed. “Come sit on my cock, baby.” 

Hermione stood over him for a moment, just admiring him as she tenderly brushed his hair out of his eyes. He gazed up at her with a fiery intensity and smirked, pulling her into his lap.

She caught herself on her knees over him and rocked her hips just enough to let his tip brush over her wet center, and he hummed in approval. She did it again, this time letting just his tip breach her ever-so-slightly and then pulled up and lowered herself again, each time taking a little more of him until he finally growled and pulled her firmly against him.

She regarded him decisively. “Ask me nicely,” she said primly. 

“Fuck, Granger. Please.”

“Please what?” she asked, biting her lip, playing coy, even though she was dying to sink down on him.

“Please let me fuck you in your office chair.” His lips chased hers, but she pulled away, remaining just out of reach. 

“Hmmm. And then what?” She raised a brow in question, pretending she wasn’t an absolute mess for him.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart. Please let me kiss you at least.” He was begging and she was about two seconds away from cracking. She stayed completely still, cocking her head at him in question.

“Please Granger, please. I’ll do anything you ask, please just…let me.” 

Hermione gave him a fond smile. She’d let him do anything he wanted to her. But not quite yet. 

“I’ll make you scream and then I’ll fill you up, just the way we both love…Just please.”

She pressed the tip of her thumb to his bottom lip, and he took it into his mouth sucking it, his eyes locked on hers. She pulled her thumb out, took his lips in a breathless kiss, and sank down onto his cock.

“Okay,” she said. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, pressing his lips into her shoulder. “Fucking hell. How is it alway this good?”

Draco worked her neat blouse open and pulled down her bra cups so he could press her breasts together and kiss them both at the same time, licking and sucking at her nipples.

“Your tits are so lovely,” he whispered. I don’t think I pay nearly enough attention to them.”

“Oh,” she breathed. She again felt the throbbing of an impending orgasm. She needed it, had been ready for hours. Since she’d left his side this morning, really.

She rocked her hips slowly at first, starting with small circles, then moving faster, as his hands dropped to her bum to support her. 

It was her turn to swear as her inner walls began to clench around his cock and she closed her eyes and released a deep sigh, as if she’d been holding her breath for a very long time.

“Yes. Yes, darling, I want to feel it,” Draco encouraged, thrusting up into her, and squeezing her bum to pull her down onto him and making her inhale sharply. “Come for me, Granger.”

She ground her clit down against him, her breath coming out in little desperate pants, and just as her vision went fuzzy, she remembered she was still in her office. 

Her hand flew up to cover her mouth and she gasped a silent scream into her palm as her entire body throbbed, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking her. 

“Yes, baby. So good, just like that,”Draco cooed as she shook and thrashed in his lap.

“Oh fuck. Are you ready for it? Here it comes,” Draco roared the last word through clenched teeth, holding her hips still against him as he drove into her a few more times, until she felt his warm cum spurting into her, filling her up, just as he’d promised.

Hermione kissed him tenderly and stroked his cheek. He filled her up in so many ways.

They had just about caught their breath when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Shit.” She crawled off of him, and felt a warm rush between her legs.

Draco had gone still and silent. Hermione paused, looking down between her legs to the sight on which his eyes had locked.

He reached out and slowly ran his finger through up the crease of her upper thigh, gathering some of his spend, and pressing his finger into her. She tightened instinctively.

“Gods,” he said, looking a bit dazed. “Maybe we should have another baby.”

Hermione huffed. “I wouldn’t be surprised at the rate we’re going,” she grumbled.

But truthfully, the thought was…not entirely off-putting. They’d taken active measures to avoid pregnancy in the past but they’d gotten rather lax lately. She didn’t think she’d want to start over with Scorpius almost through school, but…it wasn’t a wholly unappealing thought. 

The look he gave her had her half-tempted to crawl back onto his cock, but the knocking at the door didn’t cease.

They fixed their clothing quickly and Draco was just helping her to tidy her curls when the door was suddenly blasted off its hinges. She leapt at least a foot in the air, and Draco pushed her protectively behind himself. 

Peeking out from behind her husband’s shoulder, she saw Harry Potter standing there, his wand in hand, his hair insane, and his green eyes wild.

“Mione, I’m sorry but there’s something you need to know! Oh good, Malfoy’s here too.”

He did a double take when he saw Draco’s outfit of the day. “What in Merlin’s name are you wearing?” he asked, looking him up and down. 

“What is it Harry?” she asked impatiently, stepping out from behind Draco. “Stop ogling my husband and tell us what was so important that you had to destroy my office?” 

“Scorpius and Albus are having sex.”

The room was dead silent as Hermione and Draco looked at each other then back at Harry. “Okay…” she said. “And?”

“They’re kids!”

“Harry…do not make me bring up the tent stuff in front of Draco again.”

She looked over and saw her husband stiffen, and not in the way she preferred. 

“That was different!” Harry argued. “We were fighting in a war! They’re just kids—” 

Draco stopped him. “They’re both of age, Potter. They’ve been together a long time. Pardon us for not getting our knickers twisted…”

“Okay okay,” Harry said, raising his hands in defeat. “I get it. I’m overreacting. But…you guys really don’t care at all?”

Hermione and Draco shrugged at each other.

“We’ve been fucking each other’s brains out since we were...what? A year older than they are?” 

“Draco!” Hermione scolded.

Harry put his hands over his ears to block out her voice. “I can’t hear you!”

“What, Potter, I have to hear about tent stuff but you don’t want to hear about all the many ways I used to defile your perfect Golden princess?”

“Used to?” Hermione raised an eyebrow. “What were you just doing?”

Draco glared at Harry. “I was just about to do it again if Boy Wonder hadn’t come blasting in.” 

Harry, whose face was a lovely shade of scarlet, apologized for blowing her office door off its hinges for nothing, and after performing a quick Reparo, left, waving sheepishly.

Draco stared after him speculatively, then looked at Hermione. “Is Potter a DILF?”

 ***

Draco was heading toward the Atrium of the Ministry to floo home, when he felt his phone buzz. He smiled to himself, thinking how sweet it was that his pretty little wife missed him already.

But the number on his phone wasn’t Hermione’s. And the name wasn’t hers nor was there the little red heart and fire emoji he had put next to her name. 

The text read: 

Son, you can thank your wife for the fact that I now have a muggle means of communication. Let's just say she inspired me. 

I find it quite convenient so far. Now I just need to teach your mother about sexties. Join us for dinner this weekend and bring Hermione. I just know she’ll be the best teacher. 🐍 

His father had a mobile phone? Sexties ? Did he mean selfies? Or…oh Salazar…sexting? And was that a snake emoji?

Draco felt a bit faint. 

Chapter Text

“If I’m a DILF,” Draco asked while they were changing their clothes to go over to his parents’ townhome for dinner, “then what does that make you?”

Hermione grinned cheekily. “A MILF.”

“Ah,” he responded. “A mum I’d like to fuck. I should have guessed. Very accurate.”

“Oh?” Hermione said, smiling at him in the mirror. “And why is that?”

“Because everybody wants to fuck you, but only I get to.”

She scoffed. “Not everyone.”

He dropped the shirt he was planning on wearing and prowled toward where she stood on her side of their enormous walk-in closet. She was holding up a dress against her body and frowning in the mirror. It was a short, black number, and one of his favorites.

He came to stand behind her in the mirror, gently taking the dress from her hand and tossing it aside. He pressed himself against her back, him shirtless and she wearing only her lacy pink knickers.

“That dress looks nice on you.” he said, running his knuckles over her cheek, down her neck to her shoulder and then down her arm to the side of her breast, “but it looks even better on the floor.”

She turned in his arms and he leaned down to take her lips with his, already breathless with wanting her.

“And yes,” he said, against her lips. “Everyone.”

He kissed along her jaw, to her earlobe, looping an arm around the small of her back to hold her up. He took her earlobe between his lips and sucked and her knees buckled just as he knew they would.

“Ahhh, Draco,” she moaned.

He bent her back over his arm and laved at the spot a bit more before moving down her neck, licking across her collarbone and back to her lips. He cupped first one breast, and then the other, and teased her nipples with his tongue. His cock was hard as steel for her.

Her hands found his belt buckle and he thrust into her hand when she reached inside his trousers to encircle his cock with her fingers.

If he wasn’t inside her in thirty seconds, he might die.

He didn’t realize he’d said so out loud until Hermione laughed softly and said, “You’re so dramatic, Draco.”

“I mean it,” he said, walking her backwards toward the white velvet chaise lounge in the closet and gently pressing her toward it. She scooted backwards to give him room to crawl on top of her. He knelt between her legs and she sat up, working his trousers open. With his assistance, she shoved them, along with his pants, down to his knees and his cock bounced out and up in her face as if to say “Hello! Remember me?”

She did remember, because she smiled fondly at it and kissed the tip, making it bounce for her again. She gave him a few gentle pulls with her hand, running her fingers over the velvety soft skin covering the hardness beneath. He fought not to thrust into her hand, letting her take the lead.

“If only we had more time, I’d spend it kissing you,” she regretfully told his cock. “But right now, I’d like you inside me.”

“Hey,” Draco protested. “My eyes are up here.”

“Very interesting,” Hermione said, “because your eyes are glued to my cunt.”

They were. He could see how wet and swollen she already was, due to his earlier ministrations. Draco thought he could be biased, but she had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Pink, glistening lips, her clit standing out like a prized pearl, begging to be kissed. His cock was beginning to ache and time was running short – not that he cared if he was late to his parents’ house. He’d much rather fuck his pretty wife.

He decided he’d take her just like this, her sitting up against the back of the chaise and him kneeling between her legs.

He leaned over to kiss her, and whispered against her lips, “Daddy’s going to fuck you, now.”

“Oh,” she said in a surprised voice and her pupils dilated with lust. “Please do.”

He pulled her thighs over the top of his, yanking her closer to him and angling his hips over hers so he could glide his cock into her life-giving cunt and oh. She always felt so good—pure silky, molten heat. His eyes rolled back at her snug grip on his cock.

His movements were slow at first, just a relaxed grinding and circling of his hips, making sure to catch her clit on each movement, then began to move faster until he felt all the telltale signs of her orgasm. Then he moved even faster, harder, just the way she liked it, as she tightened around his cock, her legs stiffening and squeezing his hips, her breath increasing and face flushing and—“Oh fuck, I’m going to come, Draco.” And there it was.

Every single time—and there had been many—it felt like the greatest victory, watching the famously brave, fiesty, tenacious, gorgeous Hermione Granger-Malfoy fall apart on his cock.

The only mum he’d ever want to fuck. The mother of his son.

Her orgasm milked him of one as well, and he emptied his balls into her in several hard, ecstatic pulses of his cock. After, he held her tightly for a moment, appreciating the closeness and peace and quiet before his parents would do their damndest to steal it away from them.

***

Draco knew how much Hermione hated being late, that it went against her core values. However, in this case, it had been worth it.

She’d been feeling tense beforehand and it made Draco proud to know he had fucked the stress right out of her based on how loose and relaxed she was, her hand resting in Draco’s and smiling at Lucius as they stepped into the dining room.

“Where’s Mother?” Draco asked by way of greeting.

“Hello to you too, son. Hermione.” Lucius drew her name out in a seductive drawl that was highly unnecessary and Draco was immediately irritated. He knew that Hermione could feel it radiating off of him when she squeezed his hand tighter.

“Your mother has a headache,” his father continued. “She’ll join us shortly.”

“Alright. Well, we’re here. What questions did you need to ask us about mobile phones?” Draco asked, already short and exasperated.

Hermione had told him earlier that this was one of many things that the Muggle and Wizarding Worlds shared in common: the frustration born from explaining new technology to one’s parents. A rite of passage everyone will eventually experience from both perspectives. And so, remembering his own conversations with Scorpius, Draco vowed to practice patience.

He stiffened as Lucius reached into a pocket of his robes and pulled out his shiny new mobile. He and Hermione had discussed it beforehand, after their trip, and she had sent a mobile to each of his parents with her and Draco’s phone numbers already programmed in.

“You clearly figured out how to text. What more do you need to know?”

“Well, I know that your wife—Hermione—,” he corrected smoothly at Draco’s murderous glare, “takes beautiful pictures and movies with hers.” He smiled beatifically at Hermione, who’d raised an eyebrow at him.

“What, um–” Hermione stopped to clear her throat, “what type of pictures are we talking about?” she asked, glancing at Draco who hadn’t taken his eyes off of Lucius, and in fact, hadn’t blinked for…well, quite some time. His eyes began to burn.

Lucius smiled a slow, cat-like grin. He held out his hand in the direction of where her own mobile sat at the table. “May I?”

“No,” Draco said immediately. “You may not,” even as Hermione handed over her phone.

Lucius immediately opened her camera app, beginning to scroll.

“Um…you really shouldn’t—some of those are private.”

“Well,” Lucius drawled, “I may have…accidentally… already gotten a glimpse Miss—“

“Mrs.” Draco said, this close to snarling. “She’s married. To me. We have a son, you may know him. His name is—“

“Draco, love, he’s just trying to rile you up. Aren’t you, Lucius?” Hermione made it a point to always address his parents by their first names. One of the many things he loved about his wife.

She wasn’t going to let them talk down to her or make her feel small ever again. She could never be diminished; she was larger than life, she was everything, she was…

“Incredible,” Lucius said, as Hermione showed him how the camera worked. He pointed his camera at her. “Smile.”

“Father,” Draco said, clenching his teeth so hard he hoped he wouldn’t crack one of his perfect, pearly whites. “Please, do not take pictures of someone, especially pictures of my wife, without asking permission.”

“Oh dear, please forgive me, Hermione,” Lucius drawled. “I will be sure to ask permission next time.” Lucius had a smug expression and Draco didn’t care for it.

He patted Hermione’s knee.

“Are you ready to go, love?” She looked at him as if trying to suss out what he needed in the moment.

“Oh, come now. Please stay,” his old man said, holding out his arms innocently. “Your mother would be so sorry to have missed the two of you.”

Hermione snorted. “I highly doubt that. Well, Draco perhaps, but I reckon she’ll be pleased to have missed me.”

“Well, rest assured, Miss—Hermione.” He smirked at Draco. “That I greatly enjoy your company.”

“Right,” Draco said, standing up and clapping his hands together. “We’ll just be going now.”

“Now, now, son. Don’t pout.”

“Not pouting. Just ready to be going back to my home. With my wife. Whom I get to see naked.”

Lucius smirked, as if recalling a fond memory.

Draco reached for Hermione’s hand, but she placed her other hand over the top of his, preventing him from pulling her out the door. “We said we’d stay for dinner. We should stay, Draco.”

Lucius smirked again, as Draco sat back down like the whipped husband he was, and Mippy appeared to pour their wine. Lucius and Narcissa had taken her with them when they’d moved to the townhouse.

“I do have a few more questions,” Lucius stated over their soup course, sounding sincere enough.

“Such as—?” Draco asked, irritably.

“What, pray tell, is Instant Gram?” Both wizards turned toward Hermione.

She was silent for a moment and Draco could see her trying not to laugh. Where was Scorpius when they needed him? Though, to be honest, Draco too was intrigued.

“It’s actually, um, Instagram. A social media website for people to post pictures and videos, usually of—“

“Pictures and videos?” Lucius raised a brow at Draco. “Like the ones your wife sends you?”

Hermione glared at Draco out of the corner of her eye.

“No, Lucius, not like those ones. Those are private. For Draco’s eyes only.” Lucius made a noncommittal sound.

“Also,” Hermione continued, annoyed, “posting what I assume you’re referring to would be considered pornography. There are laws and regulations and things around it Besides…there are entire websites dedicated to…that.”

Both Draco and Lucius perked up at this new information.

Draco knew a little about the internet, but he hadn’t ventured much further than Google. As he cut into his roast duck, he pondered how he would feel about people watching him and Hermione fucking on camera.

Part of him found the idea rather enticing, but he realized he wasn’t too keen on the idea of other wizards or witches seeing his wife naked. Although it would be a boost to his ego for them to watch, with him knowing he’d rail her so good, she’d never even look at another man.

He’d already achieved that though—he hoped.

“How did you hear about Instagram anyway, Lucius?”

It was a fair question.

“Scorpius talks about it quite frequently. He told us the last time he visited that he and his friend Albus were officially on Instant Gran or something or other.”

They were distracted by Lucius’s phone making a chiming sound.

Draco looked down to see a text from someone that said “Cum 2 bed.” There was a photo message attached, and all Draco needed to see was a lot of skin and long blonde hair with dark streaks on either side and he grabbed Hermione’s hand and hightailed it out of there.

***

Hermione watched Draco out of the corner of her eye as she lay in bed in her silk robe, curled up reading a book, the room lit only by the charmed candles hovering above their two nightstands.

Draco stood holding a glass of scotch and staring out the window, his jaw working from time to time.

“You’re so tense, my love. Come to bed.”

Normally he’d be half undressed and climbing on top of her by now. He barely heard her.

“Draco?” she asked worriedly. “Are you alright?”

He must have heard the distress in her tone because he looked over at her and gave her a smirk.

“I’m always alright when you’re with me. I just keep thinking about boundaries.”

Hermione sat up and put her book down. “What about them?”

“Well, Lucius has none. The way he looks at you, flirts with you. He’s even seen,” Draco sighed, “you naked.”

Hermione made a face, and he sat his glass down, beginning to prowl over to her.

“And your body is supposed to be for my eyes only.” He removed his cufflinks and placed them on the bureau. “For my hands only,” he said. unbuttoning and removing his shirt. Draco licked his lips as he watched her. “For my lips and tongue only.” He came to stand at the foot of the bed.

Her thighs clenched involuntarily and her mouth went dry as he paused, cocking his head at her, before pushing his trousers and briefs down in one go. He gripped his cock, which twitched as it hardened rapidly. “For my cock only.”

She rose up on her knees and crawled across the bed toward him, like a moth to a flame. She was face to face with his cock but she kept her eyes on his. “My body is for you and you only,” she assured him, before leaning down, supporting herself with her hands on the bed, and licking the precum off the engorged head of his cock.

He groaned low in his throat and she suckled wetly at his tip, before he grasped his cock and caressed her face with its velvet skin. She planted open mouth kisses to his length as it passed over her lips, and opened for him when he gripped it in his hand, feeding it to her, inch by inch. She relaxed her throat until she had him as deep as she could without gagging. He thrust shallowly into her mouth, gazing down at her with his own lips parted, as if she were something to be awed by.

“I love you so much, Granger. You know that, right? I’d kill anyone who touched you against your will,” he murmured. “Or looked at you.”

As he used her mouth and throat for his pleasure, she hummed around his cock, drool pooling out both corners of her mouth and she could feeling her cunt growing wetter and wetter.

She hollowed her cheeks and pulled off of him with a wet suckling sound, and rose back up to her knees, shedding her dressing gown. Her nipples pebbled when she heard the sound of Draco’s breath hitching as she revealed her nude body, laying back on her elbows on the bed with her knees spread wide, her eyes glued to his cock, flushed and bobbing, shiny with her spit.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, darling,” he breathed, as he wrapped his large hands around her thighs, pulling her to the foot of the bed. He rested his hands on her knees, stroking her soft skin as he looked down at her contemplatively.

“How do you want to be fucked tonight, princess?”

“This is for you, Draco. However you want. Whatever you need.”

His gaze was hot, burning into her, as his eyes traced her from her face, down her breasts, to her cunt, glossy with arousal for him. Then, licking his lips, he smirked. That smirk. The one that had had her dropping her knickers for him long before she should have been.

Although all things considered, it had worked out pretty well for her.

“I think I want you just,” he yanked her closer, pulling her thighs over his forearms, “like this.”

He pulled her up slightly to align the engorged head of his cock with her entrance. Releasing one thigh momentarily, he began notching his cock into her, slowly but steadily. Then, he returned his hand to her leg, stretching her calves up his chest. She moaned and tossed her head, writhing beneath him. The angle was such that she felt every inch of him inside her, and she clenched to make it even tighter for him.

His cock felt lovely, but what had her throbbing head to toe as she came, clenching, squirming, and gushing around him, was the way he looked at her. Her cunt spasmed hard enough to render him helpless to do anything but shift his hips faster against her, until he joined her, coming deeply inside her, filling her with his cum.

He released her legs and crawled forward onto the bed, catching himself with his palms on either side of her face, then lowered himself to kiss her and press their bodies together.

“Nobody else but me will ever touch you,” he told her. “You’re mine.“

“Agreed,” she smiled. “And,” she cupped his cock, “likewise.”

Curled up together, they were just drifting off to sleep when Draco sleepily mumured, “Hope you’re still sexting me when we’re old, like my parents.”

She brought his hand, which was wrapped around her belly, up to her lips for a kiss on his palm.

“I solemnly swear to send you pictures of my tits when we’re old and grey.”

“For my eyes only.”

“Of course,” she smiled, and he relaxed into her. The most relaxed he’d been for hours.

Then he cursed under his breath.

“What is it, darling?” she yawned.

“I agreed to meet Potter for lunch tomorrow to discuss Scorpius and Albus. Definitely not my preferred way to spend an afternoon.” He groaned. “They’re almost adults, I just don’t see the fucking problem.”

Hermione rolled over to face her husband. “Listen,” she said, “Losing his virginity was a big deal to Harry. I know you were slutting around Slytherin house all through 7th year, but Harry and I—“

Draco whimpered and put his index finger to her lips, and clutched his chest with his other hand. “Please, love. No tent stuff. I’m too fragile tonight.”

She huffed a laugh, and ran her fingers through his hair. “He’s just concerned about the boys and I think you’ll be able to make him see that they’re in love, and it’s normal and healthy. Just…please be nice.”

“Send me a video of you playing with your pussy, and I’ll consider it.”

“What if Harry sees?” she teased. “Although…I suppose he’s already—“

He plunged his tongue in her mouth to shut her up.

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“Fuckfuckshit—fuck,” Draco groaned as Hermione took his cock into his mouth, using both hands to work him as she sucked on his sensitive tip like an ice lolly, then took him to the hilt down her throat. The way she was moaning you’d have thought she was indulging in a decadent dessert. 

With a harsh exhale, he watched his wife who was currently kneeling between his legs in front of him in his desk chair with his trousers open just enough for her to free his cock and let him fuck her mouth. Draco tangled his hands in her mane, holding back her curls so he could watch the way she took him deep as his hips rocked up against her face as gently as he could manage. 

“Merlin, I fucking love that swotty little mouth. You suck my cock like a fucking goddess, Hermione. Fuck. I can’t hold it, I’m going to—“

She looked him right in the eye with a smug gleam, as she placed his sticky tip between her lips and pumped him until his balls tightened and his cock began to pulse spurt after spurt onto her lips and tongue, moaning all the while  like his cum was a decadent treat.

He hissed through his teeth as he came, hips jerking up toward her and then he finally collapsed back into his chair. He was pretty sure she had sucked out his brain through his cock, for he had not one single remaining thought in his head except her. 

Draco shook his head in disbelief that she was his as she wiped delicately at the drool and cum that had leaked down her chin and onto her breasts. As much as Draco loved the sight of his cum dripping down her tits, he was a gentleman after all, and cast a cleansing charm on both of them. 

She licked her beestung lips and smiled like the cat who’d got the cream. She fixed her bra, which she’d pulled down so she could tease his cock between her delectable, plump tits before she’d sucked him into her hot little mouth. 

“C’mere, baby,” he slurred, drunk on the mindblowing orgasm she’d given him and, again, the fact that she was his. After close to two decades he still couldn’t comprehend it. 

He pulled her into his lap and slipped a hand up her skirt, finding her practically dripping through her knickers. Sucking his cock always did that to her. Draco smirked lasciviously, and breathed, “Let me make you feel good.”

“I’m fine,” Hermione insisted even as she rocked against his fingers. She busied herself, fussing over his mussed hair, fixing his trousers, and straightening his shirt. “I wanted to do that for you. I want you to be relaxed going into this.”

This was a lunch date with the Boy-Who-Still-Annoyed-The-Fuck-Out-Of-Him-And-Was-Far-Too-Familiar-With-His-Wife. Seventeen years later and he still couldn’t get past the fact that Harry fucking Potter had deflowered his wife, and now their sons were dating. What was next? Was Potter going to try to fuck Draco? 

The thought had him burying his face in the crook of Hermione’s neck, and inhaling her vanilla and lavender scent, with just a touch of parchment and ink. Her smell Draco’s drug of choice. And her cunt. And looking at her, and touching her soft skin, and pretty much everything about her, really. 

He used her scent to buoy himself for the hour ahead, where he had to not only sit one-on-one with Potter, but also had to discuss his son’s sex life. 

Draco shivered. 

“I’ll let you fuck me however you want tonight,” Hermione said, kissing his neck. “As long as you’re civil to Harry.”

“Of course I’ll be civil,” Draco replied, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like I’m going to hex him. Unless he brings up the tent stuff, then there are no promises.”

Hermione snorted. “If he did, it would only be to torment you.” She kissed him deeply, and ground herself against his crotch. “I’ll be wet for you all day. So be good for me, alright?”

His cock stirred as if to remind him it had obligations and expectations to meet, for a satisfying reward at the end of a long, trying day.

***

Potter was waiting for him at the Leaky Cauldron, a low-brow establishment but one where they were able to set privacy charms and where the staff practiced discretion, especially when it came to all things Potter, the Champion of the Wizarding World. 

He was sipping from a pint of ale and slid one across the table toward Draco, who sniffed it dubiously. 

“Did you put anything in this? Poison? A love potion? You know my wife will be very displeased with you if anything were to—“

“Shut the fuck up, Malfoy. It’s just beer. You’re going to need it for what I’m about to show you.”

Draco looked into Potter’s eyes, “as green as a fresh pickled toad” he remembered Potter’s own wife describing them, and saw sincerity there. Honestly, the two of them got on fine nowadays, but anything concerning their boys could make both of them prickly. As long as nobody brought up anything about a tent.

“So our boys are…sexually active,” Potter began. 

“Uh-huh,” Draco agreed taking a glug of his beer. “And that’s a big deal to you because…?”

“It’s not that, exactly. It’s this.” Potter flashed his mobile at Draco and saw what looked like a moving photograph of their sons in a compromising position. 

He sputtered. “What—why….what am I looking at here?”

“Have you heard of Only Fans?” Potter asked after clearing his throat and pocketing his phone.

“Only…what?” Draco asked, his face screwed up in confusion. 

“It’s…well. It’s a subscription website. People pay money to view certain things. Primarily…” he took a deep breath, “sexual things and the like.” 

For the one millionth time, Draco thanked his lucky stars for having a wife as perfectly sexy as his, whose sexual appetite matched his own. Even as rich as he was, Draco couldn’t imagine paying to see…although on the other hand, he supposed people might pay a pretty galleon to watch Hermione doing, for example what she’d done that morning.

Gods, she was good with her mouth, and her hands, and her cunt. Not that he’d ever share her with anyone, whether on camera or not. 

“Whatever you're thinking right now, stop it,” said Potter, tugging at his comically messy hair. “Yuck. You two are just as bad now as you were in eighth year and frankly it’s disgusting.” He gestured to the barkeep who immediately levitated another round of beer to the table.

“Oh Potter, it’s not our fault you have the disposition of a Puritan,” Draco scoffed smugly.

It was Potter’s turn to look smug. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Ask Hermione how much of a Puritan I was back in the tent—“

Draco was two seconds away from pulling his wand and hexing Potter but he remembered what Hermione had said about him behaving. 

“Well, that and the fact that you and the she-Weasel breed like rabbits,” Draco interrupted him, flashing a smirk. “Anyway, what’s the problem with the boys? They’re of legal age, they’re about to graduate and we were all doing much the same thing at their age. Minus the mobile phones of course. So what if they want to make a few galleons? They’re entrepreneur—quite admirable, really.”

“You would say that,” Potter said, rolling his eyes. “Doesn’t it bother you at all that they’re so…gratuitous with their privacy?”

“May I ask how you found the videos?”

“Well, I was going through Al’s phone and—“

Draco raised an eyebrow. “For being so concerned about their privacy, you’re quite invasive.” 

“I just wanted to make sure they’re being safe. And Only Fans—“

“Is likely as safe as any other Social Media site. Look, they’re adults. You have to unclench, Potter. For fuck’s sake.”

“They’re going to be staying with you and Hermione this weekend, right? I just wanted you to be mindful.”

“I won’t be,” Draco shrugged unapologetically. “I really don’t care what they do in my home as long as they’re safe and don’t perform dark magic or burn down the manor.”

Potter rolled his eyes. “That’s exactly what your wife said.” He said “wife” like it was a curse word and not describing his life-long best friend and taker of his virginity, a fact Draco often wished he could Obliviate from his mind. 

A third round of ale suddenly appeared at their table. Three pints on an empty stomach was probably a bad idea but Draco went with it. 

The subject matter changed to the new Seeker on the Falmouth Falcons, and after a plate each of fish and chips the two exchanged a  handshake and departed on decent terms. 

Draco thought Potter seemed less uptight but it could have just been a high Blood Alcohol Content. 

***

“Have you heard about Only Fans?” Draco asked Hermione first thing after greeting her with a kiss when she got home from work. Hermione did a quick double take at his question. 

“What, how—?” 

“I had lunch with Potter today, remember?” 

Obviously she remembered. Not only was she curious to find out what was going on with her son, she also liked it when Harry and Draco spent time together. They weren’t good friends exactly, but they mostly got along. She wanted them to get to know each other better, not just for her but she also suspected it would mean a lot to Scorpious and Al. Although the boys wouldn’t have been fans of the subject matter behind the lunch appointment.

“What does that have to do with Only Fans?” she asked genuinely perplexed. To be honest, she’d only heard of Only Fans in passing. It’s not like she went on the site or had an account or what have you. Not that there was anything wrong with that. She just hadn’t had the need for it.

Draco looked a bit hesitant. “Potter found the app on Albus’s phone.”

“Okay. And?” she inquired, slipping off her shoes and out of her work blouse and pencil skirt, which was more or less her uniform.

“There were videos of the boys.”

When Hermione whipped her head around to look at Draco, he quickly raised his hands, and reassured her, “We didn’t watch them.”

Hermione huffed and continued undressing. These men were such busy bodies about their adult sons’ sex lives. “Scorpius and Al will be here for the weekend as you know,” she said in the swotty way that had made him hard since he was fifteen. “I expect you to give them privacy.”

“He also found pictures. It’s how he knew they were having sex.” 

“Is that really all you two talked about?” 

“No, we talked about other things.” Draco scoffed. “Quidditch and the like.” 

Hermione came over to him, nude but for her knickers and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yeah?” she breathed against his lips, successfully distracting him.

“Yeah.” And he swept her away with a kiss.

“Were you a good boy, today, Draco?” she breathed against his lips.

“Such a good boy,” he murmured back. “Well, Potter and I may have had a few pints at lunch and I may have gotten upset when he brought up the tent…” he said sheepishly.

Hermione huffed. “How would you feel if I gave Pansy the second degree about your teenage exploits every time I saw her?” 

“Mmm, you know I love it when you get jealous, darling.” 

“I don’t get jealous,” she said, lying through her teeth. The smirk on his face and the way he puffed up told her he knew she was full of it. She hated to imagine him with anyone else. It made her sick, made her want to reclaim him over and over again. “Do you want to know why?” she asked, running her hand along the thick, swollen cock currently tenting his trousers.

“Why?” he whispered nuzzling her cheek.

“Because this,” she squeezed him through rhe fine material of his trousers,”is mine.” 

“True,” he agreed. “And this,” he cupped her cunt through her knickers, and she knew by the way his breath hitched that he could feel her arousal through the silk. She was hot and wet, and her clit throbbed for his touch. “Belongs to me.” 

She whimpered, kissing him. Fuck, she needed him. All day long, she’d hoped he’d be ready to fuck her brains out when she got home and he was. She’d thought about getting herself off at her desk and sending him the video, but she hadn’t wanted him to accidentally show Harry or something. Besides, Draco’s cock was well worth the wait. 

Oh Merlin, he was so hard. She decided time was of the essence and vanished what was left of their clothing. He chuckled darkly into her mouth, and parted her lower lips with two fingers, sliding them inside, making her gasp, and clench around his long digits. 

“Wet for my cock all day. Fuck, this little cunt is too perfect,” he groaned, sliding them in and out of her slickness as she whimpered and clung to him. “I can’t wait to feel you coming all over me.”

Now wearing only her heels, she backed him towards the bed and pushed him down. She straddled him, pushing her breasts into his face and moaning when he mouthed at them, licking and sucking them, and flicking his tongue around each nipple in turn. 

“Love these tits,” Draco groaned, his hands reached around to grab her arse and pull her hard into him. He thrust against her, his cock nestled between her lower lips. “This arse is mine. This fucking body is mine.” 

All Hermione could do was moan in agreement. He scooted back on the bed, bringing her with him and flipped them over so he hovered over her.

His cock was hot and heavy against her skin, leaving sticky trails on her skin from the precum dribbling out, and she squirmed beneath him trying to get it exactly where she wanted it. 

“I’m going to fuck you,” Draco informed her, his voice dark and a bit strained. “And then I’m going to lick you clean.”

“Yes,” was all she could say, and he aimed his cock and pushed inside. She lifted her knees up so her heels were up in the air as he fucked her. 

“Fuck,” Draco groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. The world could only be so lucky to watch you getting fucked by the man who loves you. They would be so blessed to watch how beautiful you look when you come. To watch your perfect little pussy sucking my cunt inside and making me come.” 

“Draco, oh gods, I’m…oh-,” Hermione released a deep, shaky breath right before she began to come, her cunt clamping down on Draco’s cock and letting out breathy little cries as she pulsed around him.

“Just. Like. That,” he hissed, his hips pistoning into her, fucking her into their luxury, self-cooling mattress. 

“Fuck Granger, I’m going to come,” Draco gritted out and groaned, as she felt the warm streams of his seed filling her up. He panted into her neck as his hips jerked and stilled, feeling him twitch with the aftershocks of his orgasm, as she continued to pulse and gush around him. 

“I hope I die just like this,” he murmured. “Buried inside your perfect, needy little cunt.”

“Don’t say things like that, Draco,” Hermione scolded in a breathy tone. “You better have another hundred years left in you at least and I want to die at exactly the same time as you.”

He kissed her and for several minutes they lay there, their lips and tongues sliding together, pausing occasionally to whisper and murmur half formed words to one another. 

Then Draco pulled back. 

“I’ll be good this weekend,” he said. “I promise.” 

“But—” he went on to say, “can we make an Only Fans account just for us?” 

Hermione smirked. “You’re going to pay money to watch yourself fuck me?” 

She felt his cock twitch inside her. “Actually,” he said, sounding quite breathless, “that would be…I’m not opposed to that.”

Hermione laughed, then summoned her phone, hitting the record button. 

“Let’s start with you making good on your promise,” she said, and Draco eagerly made his way down her body, pausing to pay attention to her tits and licking down the flat of her belly before rolling up his tongue and using it to push his cum back inside her, then licking up the remnants.

She somehow managed not to drop the phone when she came again, crying out Draco’s name. 

***

Scorpius and Albus arrived at Malfoy Manor on Thursday afternoon for the long weekend. With their NEWTs completed, there was little left for them to do that school year. Headmistress McGonagall had called for a four-day school break to allow professors to catch up on grading and students to unwind before summer break and graduation for the seventh years.

“Shouldn’t we be discreet?” Albus asked as Scorpius kissed him in the sitting room immediately after they stepped through the Floo.

“Nah. My parents are cool.” Scorpius made a face. “Maybe too cool. Let’s maybe just..avoid the library. I’ve walked in on them a few too many times in there.”

Albus snickered.

“On the other hand, they’re both at work right now and the laptop my mum got my dad is in there. We might need it.” He kissed Albus again. “The laptop camera is better than the one on our mobiles.” 

They snuck into the library and nicked the laptop, then hurried back to Scorpius’s rooms. 

Sitting on the bed, Scorpius opened it up and was horrified by what he saw.

The Only Fans site was opened to a user by the name of “MILFLOVER80” and on the screen was a thumbnail photo of Scorpius’s dad very enthusiastically going down on his mum. There were comments from said MILFLOVER saying things like, “Mmmm. The sweetest, juiciest pussy” and someone named “DILFSGOLDENGIRL79” seemingly responding, saying things about his “perfect, thick cock” and how they couldn’t wait to “suck him dry.”

“Merlin,” breathed Albus.

“I warned you,” lamented Scorpius, once again considering the merits of self-Obliviation, although he should have done so years ago. He quickly logged out of his dad’s account and logged into his.

“How have I never realized Aunt Hermione is so fucking hot?” Albus mused.

“Ugh, gross,” said Scorpius, although obviously he knew his mum was a MILF. Even his own grandfather had a thing for her. But he really didn’t need his boyfriend commenting on it. 

“You know,” Albus said throughtfully, “I once overheard my dad and mum talking about the fact that my dad and your mum lost their virginity to each other during the war. In a tent.” 

“Well, that’s awkward,” Scorpius said, making a face. Then he chuckled. “Don’t ever let my dad find out—there’s no way he could handle knowing that. He’s way too weird about my mum and your dad as it is.”

“To be fair, your dad is also a hot piece of—“

“Enough,” Scorpius implored. “You’ll just have to settle for fucking me instead.”

“Not exactly a hardship,” Albus smirked, grabbing Scorpius’s arse and setting the laptop camera to record. 

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Draco honestly didn’t know how he’d ever managed without Muggle technology. In the past, when his wife had to leave for a work trip, he’d wander the Manor like a ghost waiting for her to get back.  

Now, even though she’d only been gone for two nights and was due home later that day, he found himself sitting in his office in front of the laptop Hermione had gifted him—the door locked securely now that Scorpius and Albus were home.

Draco had stolen a pair of Hermione’s knickers from the wash and held them to his face as he watched the video they had made for their own viewing pleasure on Only Fans.

He stared forlornly at the screen, watching himself fuck his wife on her back, with her legs up in the air. He could see the smooth slide of his cock in and out of that tight, perfect pussy, remembering how it felt to be video-Draco in that moment. 

In the present time, his cock was so hard that the tip poked out the waistband of his trousers, and he thumbed at his glistening cockhead before finally giving in and opening his fly. 

His cock leaked a trickle of precum, as he watched his video-wife clawing at his back, and hearing her breathy cries as she came. 

Oh, to feel her clutching at him now, her arms and legs wrapped around him, not to mention the tight stranglehold of her cunt wrapped around his cock. 

Squeezing the knickers in his hand around the base of his shaft, he watched his past self (of three days ago) stutter and then still inside Hermione, deep guttural groans of intense satisfaction escaping his throat, his cock visibly pulsating, filling his wife with cum. 

When the camera zoomed in (his wife’s clever wandless doing) on the sight of his seed leaking out of her tight little hole, still twitching with the aftershocks of her release and his, Draco came with a grunt, all over his chest and Hermione’s black silk knickers. 

Once the pleasure passed, he felt another emotion overtake him; jealousy of past-Draco and his ability to come inside Hermione, while today-Draco was alone. 

“Missed me, hmm?” came a sweet voice from behind him, and he turned to see real-in-the-flesh-Hermione. She surveyed him from head to toe, biting her lip when she saw the streaks of cum coating his abdomen and her favorite pair of knickers. 

“Leave it,” she said, when he picked up his wand to Scourgify the mess he’d made. “It’ll be such a pretty picture.” 

Draco’s brow arched in amusement and he couldn’t help preening a little when Hermione took her mobile in hand and snapped a photo of him, covered in cum, her knickers still wrapped around his slowly softening cock. She hummed, inspecting the photo, then set her phone on a nearby chair along with her robes and small luggage bag from her trip.  

He watched as she moved toward him, shedding articles of clothing as she approached. Off went her blouse, followed by her bra. Next went her skirt, and lastly she slipped her knickers down and stepped gracefully out of them as she came to stand in front of him, then perched herself on his desk, wandlessly closing his laptop and levitating it out of the way, her eyes on his the entire time. 

His cum was drying and he could feel it tacky on the skin of his cock as it once again filled with blood and cum, this time ready for the real deal. 

Draco licked his lips, squeezing his hand on his cock as she hopped up and spread her legs, bringing him practically face to face with her cunt. 

“Hello love,” he said to it, then his eyes flicked up to hers in a smirk. “I obviously missed you. So fucking much.”

She smirked back and then leaned down to kiss him. He groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up her thighs, until his thumbs reached the crease on either side, opening her lower lips.

“Scoot back a little, baby,” he instructed and she did, leaning back with her palms flat on the desk to support her. 

He smiled at her cunt again, and leaned down to nose at her clit and admired the pink, silken folds between the pouty lips he still held open. He’d missed her so much.

Her clit was swollen and shiny with slick. He touched his tongue to it, chuckling darkly when she gasped, and her body jolted. 

“Mm, did my baby miss her Daddy?”

Hermione scoffed. “I think you missed Mummy more, judging by the state of you.” 

His cock twitched at her very accurate words and she moaned when he punished her a little with a firm flick of his tongue from her needy clit to her sweet little pucker and back. He watched her clench around air and chuckled again.

“I can see you throbbing,” he retorted, his tone low and amused, and with a touch of awe. “I think it’s safe to say you missed me just as much.” 

Suddenly Hermione sat up, and the next thing he knew, she was tossing aside the ruined knickers in his lap, and sliding down on his rigid cock. 

“Oh my fucking god,” she gasped as she clenched around him. Draco, for his part, was gritting his teeth too hard to speak at the sudden unexpected ecstasy of being sheathed inside her perfect cunt. 

His happy place. 

Her hands moved to tear open his shirt. “I need to touch you,” she said, and he let her ruin his already ruined shirt, sliding her hands under the fabric to claw at his shoulders and upper back. 

He sighed with contentment, his hands moving to her hips to help her slide up and down and on him, flexing his hips up into her, needing to be deep, so fucking deep, inside his wife.

“I can’t even go two fucking days without you,” he gasped. “I’d go mad if you ever left me.”

Hermione whimpered and clenched harder on his cock her arms wrapping around his shoulders to bring them chest to chest. 

“I was losing my mind too,” she confessed, rolling her hips faster, squeezing him so hard he thought he might actually die of this pleasure. 

“Fuck baby, I need you to come,” Draco warned. “Please please come. Because I’m—“ 

His wife let go, moaning and gasping as she came on his cock and he arched up one last time and then emptied the remaining contents of his balls inside her, where it belonged, pressing his open mouth against her throat and groaning. 

Hermione slumped against him and he held her tightly, one arm around her waist and the other stroking through her soft curls. 

“I’m so happy to be home.”

“I missed you so much—fuck—“ Draco was suddenly on the verge of tears, and Hermione instantly sensed it, because her hold on him tightened. 

“I love you,” she said, tilting his chin to force him to look into her eyes. “I’ll always come home to you.” 

He sighed, with relief and kissed her. 

“I’m going to take you to bed and keep you there for a week.” He kissed her again and again and again.

“Nuh-uh,” she tutted it against his lips. “What would poor Albus think?” She laughed softly. “And besides, we’re having your parents over for dinner tonight.”

Draco’s earlier sigh of relief turned into one of annoyance. 

***

“Is it going to be weird for you having dinner with my grandparents?” Scorpius asked Albus, while they lay in his bed at the Manor. “What with your dad being…you know…Harry Potter and all.” 

The bespectacled wizard shrugged. “I’ve been around them before.” He gave Scorpius a mischievous look. “Maybe your grandmum will try to set us both up with proper young witches again.” 

“Very funny,” Scorpius said, rolling on top of Albus and pinning him down on the bed.

Albus flipped them easily. Scorpius was taller but Albus was broader. His morning wood pressed against Scorpius’ and he rocked his hips slowly while he nipped at his ear. 

He rose up on to his knees and grasped hold of both cocks, whispering a lubrication charm, beginning to stroke them together.

Scorpius summoned his wand and aimed it at his mobile, until it hovered over them, and made sure it was recording. A nifty trick he’d learned from his mum.

He didn’t even want to know how his parents used a levitation charm with a mobile phone but he could guess. Shuddering a little, he resolved never to think of his parents again while his boyfriend was frotting them.

“So you’re saying you aren’t in the market for a pureblood wife?” Albus laughed breathlessly, as the slick tips of their cocks slid through his fingers, and then he pumped them both. 

“I’m not on the market for anyone,” Scorpius said, as both boys g began to grow louder and their hips thrust gently into Albus’s hand. “I’m quite taken,” he murmured.

They both came together all over Albus’s hands, both of their stomachs and chests. Their moans and gasps weren’t quiet, and they couldn't help laughing a little with giddiness at how good it felt to come together, to be together like this in Scorpius’s childhood bed.

***

“Are you sure you want to cook, darling? We could always borrow one of mother’s elves—“

Draco stopped short, seeing the look on his wife’s face.

“I think I can manage a roast dinner, Draco.”

He wasn’t so sure, actually. Hermione was the most talented witch he knew, the most intelligent and clever and creative and beautiful. However, she couldn’t cook to save their lives. 

“Don’t say it, Dad,” Scorpius warned, pouring glasses of wine for all four of them, as they stood in the kitchens of Malfoy Manor. 

While Draco wasn’t much better (everything he knew about Muggle cooking, he’d learned from her) he’d been blessed just a little more patience than his angel-faced wife with the patience of a Blast Ended Skrewt.

He was also slightly better at Potions—a fact she’d finally admitted to once when he’d been fucking her from behind on his birthday one year. 

All he’d wanted that year (aside from fucking Hermione) was for her to tell him all the things she admired about him. Being a Malfoy, he had certain egotistical needs that Hermione knew how to satisfy and leverage to her advantage.

“We’ll do it together then,” he said, flashing her a winning grin that prompted her to step close, grip the collar of his expensive Oxford, and kiss him breathless.

Scorpius gagged and Draco heard Albus laughing. “My dad wasn’t kidding—your parents are out of control.” 

Sadly, things couldn’t get out of control with his son and Albus there, and the sudden chiming of three mobile phones interrupted the mood anyway.

Draco sighed, pulling away, and taking his mobile out of his pocket. He wasn’t surprised to see it was from his father.

After Hermione had painstakingly entered the contact information of everyone he knew in his phone and taught him how to text, she’d set up a family group chat.

While his skill had improved some, now it seemed like all he did all day was text the family things that made Draco grit his teeth:

“Draco, do come by for tea soon. Bring that spicy little witch of yours. Maybe she could take some photos.”

Or

“Has Scorpius found a nice young lady to bring to dinner?”

Or

“Cissy, darling can you get off that blasted tablet contraption and bring me the honeypot. 😉?” 

Why must Hermione have taught Lucius about emojis? His favorite was the snake one but he seemed to have a penchant for anything that came across as lascivious.

Narcissa, too, had grown quite adept at using Muggle technology and even had Hermione set her up with a tablet for reading. She had discovered a newfound love for reading books and stories electronically. 

There was a specific website she liked visiting for some of her favorite stories, which Lucius had waggled his eyebrows about when announcing at tea once how much he personally benefited from his wife’s new hobby. 

When Hermione or Draco asked her about them, she’d clammed up, displaying very un-Narcissa-like behavior.

“I don’t understand why it’s a secret,” Draco had pouted.

There were very few secrets in their family; why would his mother’s choice of reading material be one? Hermione had remained silent but set her hand on his thigh and gave him a gentle but firm squeeze as if to say, “leave it.” 

“Grandmum reads porn, Dad,” Scorpius had said matter-of-factly. Draco had choked on his wine.

“Porn!” Narcissa had sputtered. “It’s…literature.”

“The website is called “Literotica, Grandmum. It’s erotica literature which is essentially…porn.”

Lucius looked smug while Narcissa sniffed. “Well, the stories really are quite well-written.”

“Oh yes,” Lucius agreed, “in particular, we’re quite fond of the Mummy-kink genre.”

“Lucius,” Narcissa had hissed, and the rest of the family was silent with Scorpius and Hermione both trying to keep in their giggles and Lucius looking quite pleased with himself. 

Back in the kitchen of the Manor, Draco rolled his eyes when he saw his father had attached a photo, along with a 😉 🐍.

As he glanced at it, his brain was a little slow on the uptake. 

His wife, on the other hand, was not. 

“Your father—“ she started to say, but a fit of giggles disrupted her words. 

It was a fucking dick pic. His wife was currently staring at a photo of his father’s dick. 

He watched as Hermione looked at the picture, looked away and then looked at it again, tilting her head and pursing her lips in thought.

“Darling, no, please don’t look at it,” Draco pleaded. “I don’t want you to know what my father’s cock looks like.”

“But Draco…” she said, fighting a smile. “It looks just like yours.”

“Okay,” Scorpius said, tossing his phone aside and tapping the kitchen counter with both palms, “Al? We’re done here.”

Albus, for his part, was looking from Malfoy to Malfoy to Malfoy with great fascination and amusement. 

He gingerly reached over and picked up Scorpius’s phone. He looked at the picture for a moment and one corner of his mouth curved up as he looked at Scorpius. “I mean…it looks like yours too.” He licked his lips. “That’s…not a bad thing.” 

Both Malfoy men groaned, while Hermione and Albus just shrugged at each other.