IT SHOULD BE US (DRAMIONE)

8: I object

** Draco **
When we arrived in Boston, multiple cars that were similar to the ministry cars back home were ready to pick us up.

The cars took us on the long winding roads to "Mike's" ancestral home, a large Gothic house built into the base of Mount Greylock.

We were greeted by his entire family, and it was no surprise when his mother was just as overbearing as I had assumed, though she was no match for my own mother.

They gave us all an hour to settle in before they did Hermione up in her entire wedding look to practice.

She looked beautiful, as she always does,  but she didn't look like herself. Her hair was straightened and put in a sleek bun that she could never normally accomplish. Her makeup was dark around her eyes, making them look smaller, and light on her lips, hiding their luscious appearance. Worst of all, her dress was big and poofy but didn't have an ounce of lace .

I didn't bring up my concerns, so as to not stress her out.

I tried talking to her all day so I could confess, but didn't manage to until we were at her "bachelorette party," as her soon to be sister in laws had said, but unfortunately not much talking was done.

They had dressed her up in a short sparkly dress that left nothing to the imagination, which was very unfortunate for my cock.

We had all crowded into some sort of long car and arrived at a strip bar with men doing odd dances. Needless to say I left and sat on the curb outside.

About an hour later Hermione stumbled out of the bar and heavily sat down next to me with a dopey grin.

"Where were you? All of the others are too interested in the disgusting display in there."

"Just like you, it was not exactly my thing, so I waited out here." I said slightly irritated by the fact that Hermione had just watched a bunch of dancing naked men.

"You know, now that I think about, I've never seen yours. I mean Ginny assumed, when I reintroduced you guys, that you and I were doing it, but I've never even seen it. I don't think that's fair. You let so many other girls see it but I've never seen it."

"I would've shown you if you'd asked or even shown interest." I said suddenly forgetting my place.

"Of course I showed interest, I mean I don't share my personal library with just anybody. Not to mention I haven't gone a second date or had sex in the past 3 years." She said, looking at me like she was heart broken.

Her doe eyes widening and glossing over took over any inhibitions I had left, and I found myself kissing her with more want and need than I'd ever displayed before.

She was initially shocked, as indicated by her gasp, but quickly climbed into my lap and tangled her hands in my hair. She was giving as good as she was getting, but as she let out a small moan, a car drove by loudly, and the sound of the others' laughter filtered in, she got off of me as if she were scorched.

She looked at me guiltily before falling in line with Ginny.

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Around midnight when I was sure everyone had settled in for the night, I snuck upstairs to knock on her room door.

A slightly sleep addled Hermione opened the door, and stared at me like kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Realizing she wasn't going to initiate anything I asked, "Can I come in, just to talk for a few?"