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drabbles/writing prompts masterlist by huermione 

bovaria

argentmauve

nothing-legal-man

that-was-not-supposed-to-happen

notsofastmaximoff

mymiscfandomimagines

hellsdemonictrinity (love lyric)

destiel-addict-forever (song drabble)

of-badges-and-guns 1

of-badges-and-guns 2 

imaginesethrollins (angst, relationship, etc)

cumonbuck

higuyswasup

parkersresidence

petehparker

sammiielli

guileandgall

ofpoemsandprompts

knifeofdaudwall

if-weshadows-haveoffended

imaginative-neverland

snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales

Harry Potter Prompts

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The Joke || M

It was weird for Draco to even be on a muggle plane flying from New York back to home without using his apparition.

Blaise was just lucky that his girlfriend was there to save his best friend from getting pummeled into the floor.

Draco had two hours before a meeting he had to attend begins, but Blaise just had to come over and play jokes as if he had any time.

As of now he just couldn't wait for the plane to touch down in England. It was a lonely business trip without Hermione and he had to deal with his business muggle partners. He missed her cooking, he missed sleeping next to her warm body, most importantly he just missed having to touch her.

It was a quiet flight with seats in his side being taken, Draco was just glad he had gotten the window seat, next to him was a woman that looked about his age, the weirdest thing was that she looked a lot like Hermione.

Maybe it was just the toll of no sex for a week that took over his brain.  He knew that if he got caught staring at her, it'd be weird.

But it's not like it was his fault.

Okay, maybe it is.

Draco looked at her again, she had the same nose, lips and that slender neck he loves.

The look a like Hermione was dressed in a knee length black skirt, as well as a plain red button up.

Ugh, she dresses up like her too.

The only thing was that he couldn't see her whole face. He tried hard not to look at her unbuttoned top that was giving him a nice view of the green laced bra that looked familiar.

Draco kept on waiting for the seatbelt light to turn off so that the woman could move away but she stayed sitting and started to plug a white string thing to her ears while he stared out the window constantly trying to steal glances at her while not getting caught.

A week without sex had taken its toll and his cock was swelling in his pants, wishing he could see more of her chest. He imagined Hermione's look-a-like with his Hermione at home, what he'd do straight after he comes home.

He'd be flooing in, grabbing her to his shoulder and carrying her to bed. If anyone would've walked past his way to the back of the plane, they would see his creepy grin that would carry their worries for the passenger sitting next to him.

The drink service came by soon after the plane had reached altitude and the beauty next to him had asked for water. He declined any refreshment, having been sipping at his own bottle of water since arriving at the airport a couple of hours earlier. The woman lowered her tray and placed the small plastic cup on top of it as she continued to play with her phone. A few minutes later the woman lifted the armrest between her seat and the empty one beside her, slipping out from under the tray and standing up to use the restroom.

Draco let out an exhale he didn't even know he was holding, She returned a few minutes later and slid right back under the tray to her seat. Yet, this time, however, she bumped the tray with her thighs, sending her water toppling into his lap.

"Oh my goodness!" she said. "I'm so sorry!"

Great, now he's just imagining things. It possibly can't be that her voice sounds like her too.

"Don't worry about it," he said, laughing. He wondered if he would have laughed if he knew she was just toying with him. Draco turned towards the side of his window again to scowl, who knew there were people out there who can accidents throw water to his crotch.

"I'm so clumsy!" she said, "Here, let me help you." She grabbed onto the two napkins that the flight attendant had left with her and began to pat down his thighs.

"Y-you can stop now. I'm sure it'll dry by itself." He told the woman as he grabbed her wrist pulling her away from his thighs.

He noticed how she began to have a small smirk on her face. It must've been a trick of the light.

"There you go," she said. "At least it's a little bit drier." She reached out to feel his pants. "Not bad," she said, her hand sliding up to his crotch, resting on his hard-on. "Not bad at all."

He sat in shock as she began rubbing her hand up and down the length of his cock. She looked at him with a mischievous smile on her face for a moment, then looked around the plane.

If this was Hermione he'd let her do anything she wanted, but it wasn't. As he tried grabbing her hand off his crotch, he couldn't, it was as if he'd been stunned.

None of the attendants or passengers seemed to be paying any attention, so she reached under the seat in front of her to retrieve a scarf she'd been wearing earlier when she boarded the plane to place the scarf in his lap and then slid her hand underneath it. The unnamed woman went straight for his belt, unbuckling it before undoing his button and zipper. Neither of them said a word, Draco couldn't say anything as she reached into his underwear and pulled out his cock. He let out a soft moan as she began stroking it up and down, the motion hidden only by the scarf.

No, no, no, no, no! This was not happening. Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he say anything. Remove those unwanted hands at once, woman!

He truly couldn't believe what was happening. Like any man, he had fantasized countless times about fucking or even just fooling around with a woman he just met, but that was once upon a time when he wasn't tied down to Hermione. Whoever this woman is, she'll pay for messing with a Malfoy.

Draco always thought of doing this with his girlfriend but the chance never happened to live in one of his fantasies.

"So, what's your name handsome?"

Like I could tell you.

"Hmm? Not going to answer? Aren't you a rude one."

Look who's talking, who's the one that grabs a man's dick out of no where?

"You look a lot like a Drake." his eyes twitched at her statement. "Well Drake, I can't wait to see what you taste like."

Strangely, the only reason he considered having her stop had been possibly be something to do with the fact that she look extremely like her even thought this woman hasn't bear Hermione's warm eyes. It had to do with the fact that he couldn't stop his body to harden for her.

She showed no sign, however, of being bored with just moving her hand up and down, she had no movement of wanting to take his cock into her mouth. Truth to be told, he had no interest either, Draco clenched his hand to a fist, swallowing his moans as he bucked his pelvis to her jerking motion.

Several passengers had walked past, but the woman made no move to remove her hand or even slow her stroking rhythm. It was as she liked the thought of being caught. The only time she stopped was when the flight attendants came by to collect garbage. Even then she kept her hand under her scarf wrapped tightly around his cock as she placed her plastic cup and napkins into the bag that was held out to her.

Draco knew that she had been rubbing his cock for a while, but he was surprised when she pressed her thumb on his slit and when the announcement came over the system announcing their descent into England. It was at this point that the woman finally took her hand off of his cock.

Disappointed and yet thankful that she was done, Draco planned to let his cock soften a bit before tucking it back into his pants. He watched as the woman pulled her purse out from under the seat in front of her and removed a small bottle of lotion. She squirted a generous amount onto her right hand and then slipped her hand right back under the fabric, grabbing onto his cock once again.

The lotion proved to be a wonderful lubricant, taking the handjob to a whole new level. She jerked his cock faster and harder, determined to take him over the edge.

It took less than two minutes for her to achieve her objective. Draco's cock exploded, he groaned as cum shooting all over her hand and her scarf. She slowed her stroking as she felt his juices ooze all over her hand. When he was finally done she let go and used her scarf to wipe the cum from her arm, hand and his cock. Draco reached under the fabric and tucked his cock back into his pants just as she folded her scarf up and rested it in her own lap before anyone could see what happened.

They were both silent as the plane touched down and then taxied to its designated gate. A few minutes later the seatbelt sign turned off and the passengers began to collect their belongings. The plane began to clear and, just as the woman was about to stand and walk away, she turned to face him. A spark of transfiguration charm fading a way caught his eye as there sat the woman he missed with his smirk on her face.

"Sorry about the mess," she said with a wink, licking his cum off her thumb before joining the other passengers as they disembarked.

"You little bitch, embarrassing me like that." he mumbled glaring at the back of her head.

A text pinged from his phone and all he could see was red.

The loony lover:

Welcome home! How'd you like your gift? 😂

BONUS:

"What if we play on a joke on him?" Blaise suggested as he twirled his wand between his fingers.

"Blaise haven't you had enough?"

"I'll be in on it too." He went on with plan, ignoring anything she had said.

"Of course you will." She rolled her eyes as she kept on stirring the pot.

"I'll bet you a book that he'll miss you so bad that he thinks with his cock instead of his heart." Blaise smirked at the thought.

"Excuse me?"

"I said I'll buy you a book if he thinks with his cock instead of his heart."

"What kind of best friend are you if you think Draco have the heart to cheat on me?"

"A man who hasn't got some for the two weeks he's parted from you. So are you in?" He stood, walking over with his hands towards her, waiting for the agreement.

"I want to know what kind of deal that if you win you'll buy a book for me. Is this about Luna?"

"N-no! I just want to play a joke on him is all."

"Fine, deal." With that statement, Hermione Granger shook his hand.

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Draco has one last chance to confess to Hermione the day before her wedding 😊

                           Well this got sad, I love dramione but having Hermione paired up with Ron was hard bc I never had to write Ron and Hermione *sigh* sorry for the sadness

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Ginny ran out the doors shouting at her first born James as he clutched at her best friends’ veil in his hand thinking it was his fathers invisibility cloak.

“James Potter, you give that back this instant.”

Her shouting can still be heard, as well as Harry telling his wife to not do anything rough with their second child months away from his birth and her telling Harry that she’s pregnant not fragile.

Meanwhile, Hermione stood in the middle of the room while her mother and Molly finishes the final touches.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Jean Granger sobbed.

“Mum, please don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry as well.”

“Sorry sorry, you’re just so beautiful. Here you are after what had happened to your father, standing here ready to be married with your love.”

Hermione frowned at that statement.

“Dad should’ve been here.”

“Yes, he’d love to take you down the aisle and see his daughter off wouldn’t he?” She sniffles.

Jean walked towards her daughter and straightened the folds of her dress.

“Molly. can I have a few minutes alone with my daughter?”

“Oh Jean, she’ll be my daughter as well. I’m sure I can stay and listen to what you have to say to our dear ‘mione.”

“Please Molly.”

“Alright alright” she finally said as she left the room.

“I’ve never liked that woman.” Jean sighed. “Now Hermione, are you alright with this

“Mum of course I am. I’m going to marry the man I love.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not talking about Ronald.”

“He’s made his choice and I agreed to it.” Hermione sighed as she played with the sequins on her dress.

“From what I can see, you loved him more than you love Ron. He was going to propose you know.”

“He was?”

“Mhm. He came visiting home and asked for your hand.”

“Well, I’m glad he didn’t ask because that would’ve been a great mistake I would’ve made.”

“Honey, he’s the one who made a mistake. He let one beautiful and brilliant woman go.” She placed a free hair out of Hermione’s face back to her ear.

“It’s nearly time. We should get ready.” She stated to her mother so she could stop talking about the past.

“Of course.”

Hermione stood as she looked at the floor length mirror on her left. She was taken back to a flashback when Malfoy and her dated a few years ago.

She was about to visit his manor when a blonde woman who seems to be a few years younger than her, had the door opened by Winston, Draco’s personal house elf.

“Yes?”

“Is Draco here?”

“Master Draco is not be expecting you missus Greengrass.”

“Well, it’s a surprise then.”

“Winston cannot.”

“Well, Winston. Once I’m mistress of this manor, you’re the first elf that’ll have to go.” Greengrass stated as she turned and left.

Hermione then took her turn and knocked on the door.

“Winston cannot let missus Green- Missus Hermione!” Winston squeaked.

“Hello Winston.” She smiled at the elf.

“I sorry. I thinked you were missus Greengrass.”

“It’s alright. Is Draco in?”

“Yes, Winston will get him for you.”

Hermione had let herself in, then heavy footsteps can be heard along with voices.

“You let who in? Winston, you’re new but I’m sure you’d know not to let anyone that’s not pureblood into this manor.”

“But it’s missus Hermione. You always have missus Hermione in.”

“That never happened. Who else was here before the mudblood.”

Hermione stood shocked.

“Master Draco has never called missus Hermione that and you must not missus Hermione is here.”

“Winston I’ve called Granger that many times and it isn’t going to stop. Now, who was the other person before Granger?”

“Missus Greengrass,!master Draco.”

“Astoria?” He questioned.

“Yes. Missus Geengrass had asked to come in but I says that you were not expecting her.”

“Winston. Astoria’s my girlfriend why didn’t you let her in?”

“But missus Hermione is your girlfriend.” Winston knew she would be let go if she talked this way to her master but she liked missus Hermione better than missus Greengrass.

“Tell Granger to get out.”

“B-but..”

“Now Winston.” He demanded.

“Yes, master Draco.”

“Draco.” Hermione had stood silently behind Draco, listening to their conversation.

“Granger. What are you doing in my manor?”

“Don’t play games with me Draco Malfoy. I’m your girlfriend, not Astoria Greengrass.”

“You eavesdropped, did you? That’s not very Gryffindor at all. To be honest Granger, I’d never go out with you.”

“Don’t play with me Draco. We’ve dated for four years. Is this how you break up with your exes by playing games with them?”

“I’m going back to bed, Winston, when Tori comes here again tell me.”

“Yes, Master Draco.”

“And Granger, you can leave now with this awful joke of yours.”

Hermione tried to hold her tears back as she left his manor. Then a few months later, printed in front page of the daily prophet was titled ‘MALFOY & GREENGRASS TO BE MARRIED NEXT SPRING’

Hermione then realised that what they have never happened. So she packed everything she had of him and called Blaise to give it back to his friend.

Ron had asked her out, everything went well again. It wasn’t until the next two years later when he proposed. Hermione said yes and the wedding was going to be in the middle of May.

Hermione was taken back to the present as she was told she had a visitor and he was very persistent on meeting her.

Jean declared that preparations were complete as Molly and her left the room to check outside the venue.

“Granger.” Draco Malfoy stepped in the room.

“Malfoy, what is it that you want?”

“I’d like to talk to you alone.”

“Well go ahead.”

“I, no, Astoria-”

“It was a very nice wedding Malfoy, you and Greengrass looked very happy.” Hermione interrupted. 

“No, that’s not what I’m here to talk about.”

“Then what do you want to say?”

“After I’d gone back to the manor, my mother had questioned why I married Astoria and not you.”

“Because we never happened.”

“No- well yes actually. I told her that we never happened and that I loved Astoria.”

“Where are you going with this Malfoy? I have a wedding to get to.” She asked as she doesn’t want to relive the pain all over again.

“What I’m trying to say is that I was under the love potion and that broke when my mother had exclaimed that I might be under a love potion. So she had me checked and memories of our breakup came and I was too late. I-I, Hermione I’m here to say that we were happy together and it happened all too late, our break up was three years ago, and now you’re going to marry Weasley.”

“My mother told me you were going to propose.” Hermione clutched at her dress.

“I was. I wanted a family with you, but after I was told by Blaise that I broke your heart and that I should leave you alone, I was jealous that you were happy with someone else, someone that’s not me. So,” he took her hand in his, “I’ve dreamed of you looking like this, the wedding dress, you happily radiating, yet nervous but, but…”

“But what, Malfoy?” Hermione mumbled, confused.

“Don’t call me Malfoy please, just call me Draco.”

“Okay, Draco.”

“I’ve always thought it would be because of me.” He whispered, his eyes going down eyeing the brown carpet.

His rough fingers, that she remembered a long time ago from his loving touch on her arm, curling on her hand.

“I could have made you happy, but I was weak and Weasley took you from me, you-you look so happy that I just couldn’t let you go anymore, my heart hurts, and I’m sorry Hermione.”

“I was gutted that you went back to your Hogwarts years. Calling me a mudblood an-”

“No. Don’t don’t call yourself that. You’re not. Not a mud-”

“No, I am, and I’m proud to be one.”

“I love you, Hermione, ” Finally, he looked up at her with a shaky smile, a few tears in his eyes. “and as it hurts to do so, I’ll be glad to see you off with him.”

Hermione’s eyes burned with tears, heart aching because of the pain she went through. She swallowed through the lump in her throat and tried to speak, but, Draco stopped her with a kiss to her forehead.

“Don’t let those tears fall down, Hermione. I hate making you cry.”

“I love you too Draco Malfoy, you’ll always be a part of my heart.”

“And, I you. Smile Granger. It’s your happy day, after all.”

Draco finally saw one last smile from his past lover and caught her as she hugged him with everything she got. He shoved his face to her hair, regretting that he let her go. He’ll never see her again, never feel her fingers running through his hair as he lay in her lap. He let’s go and looked at her face one last time.

“Goodbye, Hermione Granger.”

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Uncle Ron In The Dictionary

Ron exited from the floo at Malfoy Manor and looked around the place to see if Hermione was home. Ron then heard small footsteps running closely towards him. 

"Uncle Ron! Uncle Ron!" Scorpius skipped to a stop in front of the redhead, huffing for a breath. 

"I learned something today!" Scorpius stated once he had managed to breathe properly. "Want to hear it?" 

Not really, Ron thought, but the look on Scorpius's face kept him from saying it out loud. Instead, he turned on his fake smile he used every day when visiting 'Mione and the Malfoys and bent down to look at the blonde haired boy. 

"What is it, Scorp?" 

"Well..." 

Scorpious's voice trailed off and a slight blush began to creep across his cheeks as he glanced away. Ron thought for a second the little boy was going to tell him something inappropriate, perhaps even maybe leading to the topic of sex that he did not want to have, not at all at this point in time, and most of all with the Malfoy brat. But then Scorpius looked up and cheekily grinned. 

"Did you know that your picture is under the word 'idiot' as an example in the dictionary?" 

‘What? Did he just hear that right?’ Ron thought to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Ron questioned. 

"Look!" Scorpius held up the thick book in his hands and threw back the front cover. He flipped frantically through the pages until he came to the “I” sections of the book of the pages he was looking for and held the dictionary out to his red-headed uncle. 

idiot ˈ 

ɪdɪət/ 

noun informal 

1. A stupid person. 

2. A person of low intelligence. 

Down below a neat yet familiar handwriting scribbled; 

An example of the word in use is: 'Someone who thinks he can pretend to be happy yet still be in a one-sided romance with a married woman who's also his friend and pretends to like her husband and children, also thinking that she'll leave them for him is an idiot.' 

Ron's eyes flickered over the words, taking them in without really understanding before they slid down the rest of the page. 

There, like the small blonde had said, was his picture. It was one of the many moving images of him from the Daily Prophet, had been cut out and pasted on the book. Ron closed the book in his hands and looked at the child. 

The blonde haired boy in front of him looked exactly like the man that stole Hermione from him. 

The boy snickered and started to bite his lips, as Ron seen Hermione did in their Hogwarts years. It didn't take much for him to see that the Malfoy brat wanted to laugh, Ron didn't know what was worse: a five year old coming up to him with his face inside the thick book or the fact that he knew who's’ handwriting it was that wrote the example or the fact that Malfoy knew about his plan from the very beginning. 

Ron stood up to his full height. He looked in the direction Scorpius had come running from and found the three Death Eaters he hated laughing quietly behind the couch. 

Seeing as Theo, Draco and Blaise thought that they haven't been caught yet, the three Slytherin's stood up and walked towards the redhead casually until they stood in front of him. 

"So." Blaise let out a snort, trying hard to breath through his nose. "What's that in your hands?"

Theo as he fidgeted in place, Draco was having trouble standing so casually in front of the red head as his body shook tying to hide his laughter. 

"Is that the new dictionary?" Blaise let out a guffaw but quickly sucked it back in. "I heard they came out with a new one. And that-" The three of them burst out laughing as they couldn't finish their sentences. 

Even Scorpius joined them, his childish giggles sending the knife even deeper into Ron's heart. 

Ron had thought the Malfoy brat would be somehow like Hermione even though he has the similarities of a Death Eater, but he's a Malfoy through and through. 

This was the man Hermione married to? This was the ten years of hardship and pain and difficult times he had to face when he visited Hermione. His face was devoid of emotion as they were laughing. 

They thought they were so funny, didn't they? Those stupid fuc- 

Ron pivoted on his heel and walked away to the floo. Who needed to be friends with Death Eaters anyways? He can find a way to get Hermione back and away from Malfoy. Stuff the deal he made with Harry and Hermione, he'll find a way.

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SPECIAL [1]

Scorpius loved it when his mommy plays with his hair. Her fingers threading through as it was fine silk. He’d seen how she did it with daddy and when mommy played with his hair he always snuggled his face to her nice smelling hair.

So when it was bath time, Scorpius loved bath time with mommy. He liked it even more when she allows him to start up the bath in his golden snitch pyjamas and pick what bath toys he could bring with him in.

Scorpius liked to watch his mommy grab the nice smelling oils she always put in when they bathe together. He like it the most when she asks him what kind of oils she should put in. It was always the lavender and the bath bombs they always have in store.

Scorpius always liked the lavender oil and it was his favourite to choose from, it made Hermione laugh sometimes, she knew her son would choose it, it made him sleepy and he liked it the most when his mother washed his back when they’re in the water.

There was something really relaxing about the way his mommy would add a bit of shampoo to his hair and then carefully massage it through, making sure each blonde strands was properly cleaned.

He’d lean his head back against her chest while she worked on the rest of his body, soaking in the warmth of the bathroom and his mommy’s soothing touches.

When it was her turn, Scorpius would hand her the various bottles to wash herself. Once all the soap and shampoo had been washed off, his mother would set him out of the tub before getting out herself.

Sometimes after their wash, Scorpius and his mother would lean against the end of the bathtub and Scorpius would settle himself in her arms, his head firmly pressed against her chest so he could hear the thumps of her beating heart and close his eyes. 

He liked the water nice and warm, just like mother, and its heat, her humming and thump of her heart, would slowly lull him to sleep.

Once they were done, his mommy would dry him off, rub him up with lavender lotion and put him in his Slytherin green pajamas before settling him in his bed.

There was nothing more relaxing than his mother’s voice, quietly singing a lullaby until he finally drifted off to dreamland.

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A Weekend Alone, Just the Two of Us || Smut

It was an early evening by the time Draco got home. He would’ve used the floo but he used the front door instead to surprise his family.

But all he could think about after the match that day, was the good meal, when his team won against the Canons, at lunch time his Captain got up and shouted: “It’s on me!”

As he got home, it was quiet, really quiet. It wasn’t like the usual when their home was loud with his son and his wife's’ laughter.

Opening the door, the light was dimly turned on and it looked like his parents took his son with them for the weekend, his sons’ stay over bag was packed last night with his books and toys were gone, it seemed like his mother took Scorpius out a day early than what they had arranged.

Draco took off his shoes and peeked into the kitchen to see if Hermione had left him any leftovers. There was food, all right.

He opened the covers and was delighted with a wonderful smell. It was a simple dish filled with meat, vegetables, and rice. Seeing as there was only one plate in front of him, he noted that she had already eaten hers.

Looking around the room he found a pair of legs dangling from the couch arm rest. Walking over, he found his Hermione, sleeping soundly in the chair with a book on her chest. She always waited for him to get home, clearly, she hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

Draco walked back to the kitchen table, he sat in one of the stools, and quietly ate, trying not to wake her.

When Hermione woke up, she was lying on their bed.

“W-what?”

“You’re finally awake.” He came out of the bathroom connected to their room and stood in the doorway of the bedroom, rubbing the water out of his hair with a towel.

Hermione sat up and blinked at him, rubbing her tired eyes. “Did you carry me here?”

He gave her a smile and nodded, walking over to sit one the bed next to her.

“How was the match?” she yawned.

“It was okay. We won.” Draco smiled and stared at his beautiful wife's’ sleepy expression for a moment, he walked forward to the bed, hands gripping the bed covers trapping her, he leaned forward to give her a passionate kiss.

Hermione made a muffled noise of surprise, but returned his kiss, slowly placing her hands on his bare chest. A few seconds later, they both pulled apart. Both of Draco and Hermiones’ faces were flushed as they panted.

“I thought you’d be tired.” she mumbled as he moved his lips to her neck, nipping the skin lightly.

“How can I think about sleeping when you look like this?”

Hermione gasped quietly as he removed her short pyjama bottoms in one swift motion and slipped his hand between her soft thighs.

His mouth soon followed, slowly kissing his way down from her mouth to her torso and stopping right above her slit which was an aphrodisiac to him.

Draco glanced up at her for a second, grasping her legs open to the side and letting his lips brush against her inner thighs.

“D-Draco.” she gasped.

He gave her a playful smirk and took that as his cue to keep going. He leaned in and ran his tongue along the bottom of her slit to the top until his tongue gently touched her clit, he then smiled as he felt her shudder.

Hermione grasped the strands of his wet hair as he repeated the action, Draco slowly first spread her lower lips open, sucked on her and exploring her sensitive spots, relishing in Hermiones’ moans, then quickly, unleashing a low, muted growl of his own as her grip in his hair tightened.

“Come for me,” he murmured.

She called out his name in a weak voice as she reached her orgasm and came into his mouth.

He swallowed her fluids and watched through half-lidded eyes as her breathing slowed.

Draco pulled himself up and kissed her hungrily, letting her taste herself. He broke the kiss a few moments later, giving her something that looked a little bit like one of his wicked grins.

“Thanks for the dessert.”

She blushed deeply at his words and were unable to answer as she noticed her husbands’ arousal.

Draco got up and walked across the dark room, locking the door, bit wanting anyone to interrupt their alone time and smiling deviously, “There’s more where that came from, sweetheart, and since mother took Scorpius a little earlier as we planned, we have two days and the whole weekend to give him a sibling. It’ll just be me and you.” he said as he leaned down capturing her lips once again.

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Some Igloo Fun, On A Snowday || Smut

“Daddy wake up.” A small voice eagerly said.

“Hmnm?” He groaned sleepily then going back to sleep.

“Daddy it's snowing.” Draco ignored the voice and dugged deeper into the warm covers.

“Daddy wake up and let’s make a snowman.”

“Mummy, daddy won't wake up.” A small soft voice called out to their mother.

"Lyra, sweetheart. Why don’t you and Scorp go out with Grandpa and make those snowmen and igloos’ while I try and wake daddy from his slumber? We’ll come out in a few minutes, alright.“

Lyra blinked. "Okay. Let’s go Scorpy!”

As the two children ran out from their parent's room, Hermione pulled back the covers and kissed her husbands’ cheek.

“Draco. Wake up and let’s do that plan of yours.”

“It’s too early, Granger.” He grumbled.

“It’s never too early to be naughty, Draco. We should do this before I back out.” her statement woke Draco up.

“You are not backing out of this. Planned it especially just for this snow day.” He came out of the covers staring at her hard.

The couple left as soon their children went inside with their grandparents to have some nice and warm hot chocolate with fluffy marshmallows.

The two married adults silently came out of the door with blankets and ran towards the biggest igloo that could fit them both.

“This is a very bad, bad idea.” She chanted all the way inside the icy shaped dome.

“As long as we keep quiet, no one will hear us.”

“What if Lucius or Narcissa come looking for us? It-”

“We’re already here. C'mon, don’t be a prude, have some fun for once in your life.”

“P-prude? Draco, I’m married and had children with you and you’re calling me a prude?”

“Relax, Hermione. We’ll be fine.” He confronted his wife as he pushed her to the soft blankets he made as she talked his ear off about getting caught.

“We have to be extremely quiet, if we don’t want Scorp and Lyra to come and find us.” Draco breathed out expertly tugging his wife's’ thick gown.

In an instant, Hermione sat up and was on her knees, tugging down on his trousers.

As she took it off, Draco braced himself by placing his palm flat to the low curved ceiling overhead and he un patiently growled.

“Can you be quiet? If your plan fails I will seriously hex you to bits.”

He glances down, finding her brown eyes peering up and her fingers running a path along his inner thighs.

He swallows, then nods, perhaps too eagerly, but how could he help it with her ‘I’m playing the innocent look’ covering her face?

Only the twitch of her lips, the corners curling up with a seductive purr when her fingers hooked into his trousers, giving away her innocent intentions.

“Draco,” she demands, not at all satisfied with the incessant bobbing of his head and the lustful noises he’s making. “Can you be quiet?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he insists, his stomach jumping to his throat when she yanks the trousers down and his cock, already hard and throbbing, springs free before her lips.

His next words are more a rhetorical hiss, “Whatever the fuck you want.”  

Now she looks absolutely pleased and her tongue flicks out, just grazing the head and then licking around the ridges and Draco groans, his eyes rolling back. “Merlin, that felt so good.” 

“Oh, I know,” She murmured, taking him in her hand as her other hand trailed up the back of his thigh to grip his ass.

She licks him from the base to the tip, moaning the whole way, then her mouth envelopes him.

Hot and wet, her hand pumping when she takes him deeper and her tongue swirling when she pulled back. 

One of his hands falls to her neck, threading into the loose curls that spill about her shoulders. With his encouragement, Hermiones’ pace builds, her licks and laps growing all the more eager until Draco’s ready to explode.

“F-fuck, Hermione.” He moaned.

“You like that?” Her lips, swollen and red, pull back, twisting in a sinful smile that does nothing for the building pressure in his groin.

But he’s not getting the friction he needs, as she sits back on her heels and smirks.

He’s about to finish himself when her fingers snag his wrist. “I’ll continue, love, if you promise not to make a sound and make everyone come outside.” 

Draco rolled his eyes, now stepping back from her and out of the pants around his ankles. His shirt follows, and he takes note of the way her gaze travels up from his cock to his abs to his grin.

The air stills between them for half a second, then Draco is on his knees, his mouth colliding with hers and his hands ripping the too many layers of her clothing away from her curves. 

With every brazen kiss, every searching touch of his fingers, more skin is exposed. Her legs, her hips, her stomach, her breasts.

He takes his time to lavish each place with licks and nips and kisses, but her breath is coming so fast and the two fingers between her thighs tell him that she’s more than ready. 

He’s ready too. He wants her, needs her. 

The groan of his name when his fingers curl inside her turns to a pout as he pushes her down flat on the bed of thick blankets.

“What are you waiting for, Draco? Fuck me.” 

“Just thought I’d warn you,” he mutters, his tongue licking from her hipbone to her nipple, where he tugs the flesh between his teeth, “The bad thing about this plan is that the heat from the both of us will probably melt this igloo.” 

“Please, you’re not that good.” she scoffed.

“Oh!” he fakes an offense, then roughly flips her over, keeping her on her hands and knees.

He rolls his hips just right, so his cock grinds against her slick, warm centre, and a finger circles her clit slowly. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t said that, Granger.”

Hermione sent a smirk over her shoulder, like she knows exactly what’s coming next, “Am I really going to regret saying that?”

“Stop talking, love.” His hands gripped her ass, and he presses into her slowly, barely hiding the hiss as it escapes through his teeth.

Fuck, she’s tight. Always so tight. 

He thrusted forward a few times, shallow and slow, pulling almost completely out of her and sliding halfway back in while his fingers rub her clit in quick patterns. 

Back and forth. Around and around.

Hermione moaned, gasped and shaked, her back already covered in a thick sheen of sweat. 

Another brush of his fingers, a harder thrust, and Hermione screams, “D-draco! Godric.” 

“Shh,” he growls, his mouth against her ear, “The only name you should be screaming is mine, not of another mans’. Concentrate would you. Wouldn’t want anyone to come out with that loud screams of yours now, we wouldn’t like that, right beautiful?” 

She reaches a hand back, running her hand through his blond locks that hung around his face. Her own hips moved, matching his deepening thrusts, “If anyone of us screams, it’ll be you.” 

“Right.” Draco plants a palm on her back, between her shoulders, forcing her upper body down onto the pillows.

His knees nudge hers further apart, his fingers find a nipple and Draco pushes in further, his hips flush against her ass.

Between them, his grunts and groans, her hand in his hair and the other clutching the blankets, the pace builds.

The air is heavily filled with their scent of sex, her skin is covered in a flush of red and his own skin is also damp, flushed, burning up with desire for her.

His name echoes off the icy walls.

Draco, Draco, Draco - at first it was clear and coherent, but it shifts into this indecipherable moan.

Hermione quivered, her legs trembling, her mouth opens in a silent plea, and Draco’s fingers travel from her nipple to her clit once more. 

“Come for me, love,” he whispers in her ear, nibbling the soft flesh as his thrusts slow turns to something languid and sensual.

He wants her to feel all of him, for him to feel all of her as she falls over the edge.

That amazingly tight, slick heat. 

“Hermione, come with me.” he grunted.

And the wave bursts with a sharp cry from her tongue, and she’s hotter and shakier and wetter than ever, “Ah- Oh, Draco, don’t stop.” 

“Merlin, Hermione,” Draco groaned, slipping out of her completely before ramming back in. Hard. Her name hisses between his teeth again, low and breathy, “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” 

They collapse forward, his chest pressed against her back and his face buried in her shoulder.

Then he’s riding her harder than he has before - in and out, skin slapping on skin - and Hermione’s hips are rising from the blankets just enough to meet him thrust for thrust.

His eyes flutter shut with a deep sensual groan. 

Another rock of his hips, erratic and crazed. Another needy sigh from her. 

His teeth dig into her shoulder and she cries out with the pain of his bite and the pain mixed with pleasure mixed with his own guttural grunts against her skin.

Hermione came again, as powerfully as she did those few seconds ago. 

And he does too, violently and wildly, calling out her name and a string of curses over the sound of her whimpering moans. “Hermione, damn. Merlin, fuck.” 

The couple both laid still for several moments, Draco kissing Hermiones’ ear to her shoulder several times, before settling his face in the crook of her neck.

The moment’s still and content, his heart thudding into her spine and her breath slowing to hushed sighs. When he shivered, however, Draco glances up to find that half of the icy walls around them have been reduced to nothing. He concluded that in the midst of their lovemaking, the heat from both of them covered the inside of the dome and slowly melted away.

He’s greeted with fluffy snow drifts, rather than the crystal enclosure he was expected to as he never took Hermione outside for a naughty rendezvous.

“Looks like I am that good, sweetheart.” 

“Hmm?” Hermione moaned and she started to buck off of him and pulling her wand out of her discarded clothes and conjured the ice back up around them before her lovely husband could blink.

She frowns at him, her lips pursing together, “I did not do that.” 

“Yes, you did.” 

Her head shakes urgently, “No - that was you.” 

“Well, technically,” he shrugs, gathering a tousled blanket and covering both of their naked bodies, “It was me… I did make you come.” he happily said.

Even with his arms wrapping around her waist and his body rapidly warmed the two of them, Hermione grumbled, half a smirk playing at her lips, “You’re still not that good.” 

“Well, aren’t you stubborn, wife.” Draco quipped, laughing as he presses a kiss to her cheek.

“That was, what? Three times? Three times, Granger, that you came and it was you who melted the igloo.” 

“Actually, I believe it was the both of us who melted this igloo. But alright. You’re good, amazing even and I love you.” she admits, squirming her body so she’s closer to him.

“I love you too.” he replied as he closed his eyes while tugging her closer to him.

Further off, beyond the lovers’ line of sight, a woman dressed in a dark green dress chuckled under her breath, “Well, it looks like we’ll have to make the children stay away from this area.”

“I told you they were out here doing something dirty. It was a bad idea for us to come looking for them.” Lucius said as he gripped his walking stick, shifting his legs awkwardly, making it look like he was trying to get away.

Lucius kept his eyes averted from the scene, but Narcissa smirks at him. “What’s the matter? It’s not like they’re the first to do that.”

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A tomione and dramione story will come out this weeks probs like a few thousand words. Look out for it this week!