Prodigal Witch

Weasleys!

Hermione felt lazy, slowly waking up. She moved to stretch, but found her movements hampered by the wizard wrapped around her from behind. She was firmly ensconced in Draco's arms, his leg thrown over hers. She craned her neck slightly and was able to see the bedside clock. Hermione wasn't surprised to see that it was already late morning. There was no way she got more than four hours of sleep last night. As with Marcus the night before, Draco had kept her up very late.

Hermione knew she was expected at the Burrow for lunch shortly, but she was not excited about the idea of extracting herself from her wizard's warm arms. Draco certainly wasn't going to wake up and roust her out. The past few weeks have proven that the indulged Malfoy heir was not a morning person.

Hermione snuggled down into Draco and let her thoughts drift back to last night. She replayed their activities at the club and blushed at her first foray into sex in a public place. That first time together on the dining room table was intense. Despite Hermione's suggestion that they find the bed, they hadn't made it there right away. Draco had insisted on trying to stay inside her as long as possible, so he picked her up and carried her; her legs wrapped around him and his trousers around his ankles. It wasn't the smoothest operation and they ended up on the lounge floor, laughing. Since that was where they fell, that was where Hermione rode Draco. At least from her position on top of him, Draco finally managed to get her dress off. He'd commented that she should never wear anything more than heels and diamonds as he fondled her breasts. It turned out that Draco loved a pair of very high heels on a witch. Hermione had ridden him fast and furious, leaving rug burns on his arse. It seemed that there was always a sense of frantic urgency when shagging Draco.

After she came twice and Draco came once, Hermione refused to try to move again while still joined together. Her refusal led to a great deal of name-calling and another game of chase. Draco ended up tackling her into the suite's large, opulent bed. They were finally entirely naked though and they wrestled for control, changing positions so often Hermione lost count. She also lost count of how many orgasms she'd had. It was fun, playful, and all around wonderful.

Remembering it all was making her excited though and Hermione didn't have time to indulge herself. Even with Draco sleeping, she knew it wouldn't take too much effort to rouse him and have him again. Hermione groaned at the thought of his length sliding inside her.

Hermione steeled her resolve and gave a slightly petulant sigh. She needed to Apparate home, shower, and change clothes before heading over to the Burrow. Draco protested her movement by tightening his grip.

"I have lunch with the Weasleys today," Hermione said softly. She managed to sit up but could not resist caressing his face, arms, and shoulders. Draco didn't care for the Weasleys, so she certainly wasn't planning on bringing him along. Besides, he clearly needed more sleep.

Draco gave a disapproving grunt and pouted, never opening his eyes. She smiled and shook her head at him, sliding out of the bed.

Hermione quickly found her clothes from last night and put them back on, thankful that she could Apparate directly to her bedroom at home. Her dress did look a little worse for wear. After giving Draco's sleeping form a kiss goodbye, she was back in her house.

Apparating was easier than it ever had been. It was as if she moved within air currents. She imagined her Apparition now was more like how Veela did it. Hermione thought about it a bit more as she took a quick shower. She was able to use her magic again, but it felt so different.

Standing in her dressing room, wrapped in a towel, Hermione thought about her plans for the day. She had a lunch date at the Burrow and was hoping to spend the early afternoon with the Weasleys. She had missed them. That evening though, she had her date with Theo. She wasn't sure what they were doing, just that he would pick her up at six. He had told her that they would be going out, but that the setting wouldn't be fancy. Hermione thought about the times Theo had picked out clothing for her in the past few weeks. He had provided her with very proper looking dresses, but then the underclothes were entirely scandalous.