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Draco sat at the end of the large bed with his cock in his hand.
He’d just gotten out of the shower and was inspecting the efficacy of the new depilatory charm he’d used to remove the wiry platinum hairs on his bollocks. He’d found the information in a Witch Weekly his wife had left in the solarium and was frankly bloody impressed with how smooth and hairless he was.
He loved the feeling of the warm depilated skin.
Witches got all the best beauty charms, he thought to himself, still marveling at the feel of his own bald flesh.
“Darling, I need your hands please.” called out Hermione, as she walked out of her adjoining changing room and into the master bedroom, while holding a large jewelry box to see her husband sitting nude on the bed, both hands cradling his cock and balls. Her hands landed on her hips and she considered how best to encourage him to dress for the night’s party. Draco could and would often take hours on his appearance to the detriment of her need to arrive on time.
She looked magnificent in her off-the -shoulder emerald green gown. Her stiletto heels clacked on the marble as she approached the bed. Draco’s head was slow to rise from his lap as he took in Hermione’s emerald peep-toe shoes, her crystal studded full a-line skirt and the puzzled expression on her expertly made up face.
“You”, she said, taking in his still wet curtain of hair, “Do not look ready to attend the Ministry Gala celebrating the passage of my sentient creature bill.
"Can you help me with my necklace?” she said, holding out the black velvet box.
His silver eyes twinkled at his wife’s reproachful look and he smirked, but didn’t take the jewels.
“I tried the new depilating charm that was in your magazine and you have to feel how amazing it worked. My bollocks are smooth as silk, come take a gander at these jewels Mrs.Granger-Malfoy. I think you might find them irresistible”
Hermione knew her husband was obsessive about his toilette, he had scads of potions, lotions, rollers, brushes, applicators, and an unhealthy amount of tweezers, but this was an entirely new matter. He’d never expressed an interest in removal of his pubic hair, it had never been a topic of conversation.
Hermione stood in front of him, she pushed his knees further apart and glanced down at his crotch, which was indeed hairless and coming to life under her delicate scrutiny.
“May I?” she said, gesturing to his scrotum, underneath his hardening cock with her small hands as if to pet a pygmy puff.
“Oh, I insist.” He replied, taking her hand and using his fingers to wrap her palm around his bollocks causing him to moan and smile simultaneously. They were so velvety, she couldn’t help but return his grin.
Hermione could never resist teasing him, touching him, he was her personal adonis, so different from the pointy-faced aristocratic,hate-filled boy he’d been. Her Draco was romantic, passionate, and hilarious, a real stand-up bloke. He felt equally at home in the Burrow with her adopted wizarding family, The Weasleys, as he did at Formal Ministry Events or Philanthropic Fundraisers.
She gently cupped his bollocks and used her fingers to massage the underside, as his member grew with her single-handed ministrations, going from a light pink to a more riotous red, the veins standing out starkly blue in contrast.
His hard cock made her mouth water and she put the jewelry box under her arm to free up her right hand, to slide onto his large thigh towards it. She noted that he’d left the fine platinum hairs intact on his legs and belly and the contrasting textures were making her think that being late to one event wasn’t too much of an issue.
Afterall, the legislation was complete, this was just performative self-congratulatory nonsense.
“Ah, ah, ah love” Draco said, shaking his head in warning. He looked into his wife's wide brown eyes which were feigning innocence, as he stilled the french manicured hand on his upper leg. “You bloody well know if you start something with me this close to showtime, we’re going to be late.”
He took his hand that had been wrapped around hers on his shorn scrotum and accio’ed his forest green dress robes from their shared closet to the bed. Unexpectedly he felt himself suddenly lying on the bedspread, with a velvet jewelry box bouncing on the duvet beside his head.
Hermione had taken advantage of his split attention and pushed him backwards. Before he knew what hit him, she had her mouth wrapped around his erect cock.
She was still palming his bollocks, which were vibrating from the deep hum in her throat.
“Oh, fuuuuuck”, Draco exhaled breathily, he looked down at Hermione who just raised an eyebrow at him, she always did believe it was rude to speak with one’s mouth full, “I guess we’re going to be fashionably late.”
A lurid “pop” sounded as the golden girl switched tactics from sucking to licking his hard length. Draco propped himself up on his elbows to better see himself being licked like a treat from the candy shop.
Once she had coated him with her saliva, she fisted his cock and squeezed firmly as she moved down to swallow his smooth bollocks. Pushing his thighs further apart she turned her neck to give her more access to his dangly bits in the space afforded by the repositioning of his legs. She then took her time to hold each one of his bollocks in her mouth, rolling it slightly, while keenly hearing her husband flop back on the bed with a delighted sigh.
“If you continue with that love, we might still be on time or perhaps even early at this rate.” he rasped out enthusiastically. Hermione responded by squeezing his prick tighter.
Getting the message loud and clear, Draco began listing his apothecary ingredients in alphabetical order, outloud to distract himself and annoy Hermione:
“Abraxan hair, aconite, acromantula venom, adder’s fork, arippa…”
“By Gryffindor’s bloody sword Draco, do something useful with your mouth instead of making the inventory list for your store.”
His witch muttered a charm and her gown vanished, what a grand magic trick that was! Gods, he loved when he made her mad, she always responded with such passion.
She climbed up on his face still wearing the emerald heels and looked down at the broad smile he had, knowing she had been manipulated, but he felt no remorse,they both had a way of getting what they wanted with mutually beneficial results.
Before grasping his still damp locks with both hands she licked her lips and sent an imaginary kiss to his face, nestled between her creamy thighs. Her long nails gently scraped his scalp as she directed his mouth to her clit with one word, “Suck”.
Draco took direction surprisingly well and began to delicately pull her clit into his mouth. He loved being this close to her sex, the smell, the heat, the wetness drove him to want to please her, to make her feel good.
One arm wrapped around her upper leg and pulled back her vulva to better expose the bundle of nerves that he knew he could touch, lick, slurp, and tap to make her orgasm again and again. His other hand moved to fondle her breast, focusing on rolling, pinching, and plucking at her nipple, the way he knew she liked.
Gods, she was so sensitive, he used to be able to make her come just playing with her tits.
“Oh love, that is so good. Fuck…harder…pull my nipple harder.” Hermione gasped as she moved against his mouth, he took the opportunity to use his fingers on her clit and started fucking her with his tongue. She tasted musky and clean, he could feel his cock straining with excitement, but he chose to ignore it in favor of getting her over the edge.
“So sweet and tasty.” he said as he moved his tongue back up to lap at her clit. He had both hands on her breasts, pinching at her nipples in time with the strong strokes of his tongue as she ground against it grunting and panting, approaching completion. He felt her body quiver and shake, as the force of her orgasm thrummed through her and he smiled as he continued licking, sucking, and nuzzling.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, yeeeeesssss Draco, soooo good, such a good boy, you’re so good to me, so fucking good.” She shouted in ecstasy.
Orgasms frequently rendered the recipient of the Order of Merlin’s linguistic skills, to that of a neanderthal. Draco loved seeing her like this, he fucking adored being the reason she was sliding onto the bed in a boneless heap of flittering nerves and heaving breaths.
“Accio pocket watch.” Draco said, waving his wand so he could check how late they were going to be arriving at the gala, but Hermione caught the timepiece on its way to his hand and threw it across the room.
Rising to her knees with a satisfied smirk that echoed her husband’s famous lip curl, she responded to his unvoiced inquiry, “No way are we stopping now Malfoy, you have business to finish first.”
“Business?” he replied,sitting up fully on the bed and gesturing to his red and weeping cock. He raised an eyebrow with humor in his silver gaze.
“Is that what you’re calling my cock these days love? I thought it was pleasure, but I know how very much you love taking care of business, so I’m really chuffed.”
Hermione was seconds away from telling Draco to shut the hell up, when he dragged her in for an intoxicating kiss.
He flipped her onto her back, putting a stop to any train of thought, as he moved his large, pale body on top of her much smaller frame.
The kiss intensified and Hermione was lost in the feeling of their tongues stroking against one another. She loved the feeling of his weight, as his lower body pushed her into the mattress. Her legs moved to wrap around his hips, as he aligned himself with her, running the head of his cock through her wet slit before slipping inside her hot cunt.
They broke the kiss, both gasping as he fully seated himself in her heat.
Gazing deeply into his wife’s eyes, Draco whispered, “I love you, you bloody bewitching woman. You are everything I ever wanted.”
Unable to fight back her impatience at his stillness inside her, Hermione placed a quick kiss on the tip of his nose as she began to roll her hips into him and replied, “Ditto.”
“Oooof, you wound me to the quick, you damn witch.” he smiled and followed her lead, moving in time to her heels pushing against his back.
Nestling his face between her neck and shoulders, dotting kisses along her collarbone, as her fingers threaded through his platinum hair.
Her body gripped his, driving him to his orgasm with short, quick strokes and he could feel himself thickening inside her, getting ready to come.
She was murmuring words of encouragement in his ear, telling him how good he felt, how good he made her feel and how much she wanted him to come with her.
One last hard snap of his hips and he was tumbling into the electrical abyss with her. His nerves firing in delight and completion. His body shook as the waves of pleasure crested and tingled across him. Panting from the exertion as he came down from ejaculating, he propped himself on his elbows and looked at his beautiful, slightly disheveled partner in passion.
Their sticky bodies were twitching still as they recovered from their respective orgasms.
Draco was holding Hermione's face between his hands and kissing her lips with a tenderness he knew wasn't typical. He was mulling over his next words as her eyes fluttered open and stared at his worried expression.
"Did you take your potion this month?"
He was referring to the contraceptive potion that he brewed for his wife to prevent pregnancy. They'd agreed to stop using it once she ran out of the most recent batch of vials and he knew she only had one or two left when he'd last stocked their potion's cabinet.
Before he'd started dating Hermione, he'd been certain he didn't want to have children. He'd had a shit childhood and had no idea how to be a competent parent or even a functioning adult.
With the assistance of a mind healer and the belief and later love of Hermione, he'd found himself looking forward to a future with happiness and hope. When they had agreed to marry and join their lives together, Draco had confessed his new found want for a family. Not a precious lone baby, but perhaps two or three. He'd always felt so alone as an only child and Hermione, who had no siblings either, agreed.
They'd been married for three years and his mind often jumped forward in time to imagine a toddler with a wild streak and curls to match. They both valued their careers and knew the sacrifices needed to become parents.
Sweetly kissing Draco's forehead, Hermione responded, "Used the last vial forty-four days ago. I can't believe you didn't notice."
"There were still a few in the cabinet that I saw when I restocked two weeks ago." The divot between his eyebrows scrunching up to show his confusion.
"Are you sure you weren't seeing the essence of murtlap vials, they look very similar? We might have a little Granger-Malfoy in progress right now." Hermione smiled up at him pushing back the white fringe that was falling over his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Draco felt his eyes sting with tears and he rolled to his back taking a surprised, shrieking Hermione with him.
"I can't believe you stopped the potion last month and didn't tell me!" His voice was loud and she couldn't tell if it was anger or joy. His embrace had grown tight and she was splayed across his body still mostly relaxed by the previous sexual release.
"We'd already agreed that when the last batch was used, we were going to try for a baby. Draco, Is there something wrong? We don't have to do this right now. We can even skip the Gala if you want." Hermione was concerned by the tears she saw start rolling down her husband's pale face. He was squeezing his silver eyes shut and crushing her to him in a way he seemed unaware of.
“No, no, no, I’m being silly, truly, I’ve gone soft. I’m just looking forward to having a child, someone to share our love with. You’re going to be a brilliant mum, just like you are a brilliant member of the Wizengamot.” His voice was muffled by her hair as his large hand pushed her head into his neck and his other hand’s grip slightly loosened around her body.
She hugged him back with her whole being, unmoored by his effusive show of emotions. He was by no means stingy in showing his care and adoration of her, but knowing that he was so open and even excited about having a family never failed to touch her heart. There was something off,however, about his response. She could still hear him crying softly and now even feel the wetness of his tears in her hair.
Sliding to the side of him, Hermione turned his face to look at her, his eyes were still squeezed shut and his body was shaking with silent sobs.
“Darling…” Hermione brushes her fingers along Draco’s jaw, waiting for him to respond in any way.
“Draco, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” Hermione continued, trying to leverage her body off of her crying husband’s to better see his face. Her hair was a riotous mass getting into her mouth and blocking her view of him. Draco’s viselike grip on her prevented them from separating.
He vehemently shook his head back and forth, tears leaking from the corners of his closed eyes.
“I don’t deserve any of this happiness. What if I’m a shite father like Lucius?.” he harshly whispered. Gulping in the air as the panic rose in him.
Hermione could feel her own eyes beginning to brim with unshed tears, her husband’s self loathing often got the better of him when he was at his most vulnerable. This side of him used to be pure unadulterated hate and anger, but had mellowed to sadness with counseling. She hadn’t heard his self-recriminations for a long time and wasn’t surprised that a possible pregnancy would trigger these thoughts and feelings.
“You’re not him, my love. You are a man worthy of love and happiness Draco.” She said, starting to kiss any skin within proximity of her mouth.
“You are a beautiful, sweet, loving and wonderful wizard who I cannot get enough of.” Hermione felt his grip loosening and the tears stopping after his outburst. Her arms caged in his face and she dotted his reddened nose with a kiss.
“I’m glad you think so,” he sniffed miserably, “My brain can be so harsh and cruel, I can’t tolerate it sometimes, I feel like I shouldn’t inflict myself on anyone, least of all those I love.”
Hermione hugged him as best she could while still straddled across his body. She knew all about these feelings he had and admired the way he was able to speak openly about them now. She knew there would never be enough reassurance to make them go away completely, but they dealt with it as it came up and moved forward each time, stronger and more united.
“I, for one, enjoy your company, even when you are a miserable git.” she bit back using her wandless magic to pull some covers up over them both.
“Tiffy”, called out Hermione, and an elderly female house elf appeared at the side of their bed. “Please bring tea, biscuits, and some of Emmy’s drambuie trifle to our sitting room. The master and I will be staying in for the night.”
Draco looked like he was going to object, but she grabbed the nearby pillow and placed it on his face to momentarily silence him.
“Yes mistress” Tiffy bowed and popped from the room to do Hermione’s bidding.
Smiling down at Draco as she moved the pillow away from his face, she tutted, “Nothing, not even the ministry is more important than you are, my love. Now let’s have some sweets and then you can show off those smooth bollocks again. I might even learn the charm for myself.”