IT SHOULD BE US (DRAMIONE)

9: Wedding of the Century

Hermione and Draco had dated for less than a month when he went and got a large sapphire ring, one that looked exactly like her mother's ring that she'd described.

At their Oxford alumni event a month later,  he made sure to have the room where they were reacquainted was reserved for them for the weekend.

And their engagement was sealed with a prolonged kiss.

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One Month Later

Narcissa, Ginny, and Hermione had painstakingly ironed out all of the details from flowers to seating charts.

Hermione had a custom gown made entirely of vintage lace, and she'd gone back and gotten the blood red lingerie she remembered Draco liking.

On the morning of Narcissa carefully braided the top half of Hermione's hair and placed a delicate comb, that resembled a sprig of forget me nots, at the crown of her head.

Soon enough Narcissa kissed Hermione's forehead and left to find her seat, and Ginny linked arms with Theo and walked down the aisle.

As Hermione entered the Malfoy Manor garden with her arm linked with Harry's, Harry said, "wow I can't believe it, it's finally happening."

Hermione just giggled and smiled nervously at Harry, but as soon as she was on the aisle and could see Draco's back at the end the nervousness vanished, only to be replaced with giddiness. She couldn't wait to be married.

As soon at they made it to the front Harry kissed her cheek and placed her hand into Draco's. Then they we're looking at each other, crying and vowing themselves to each other forever, and exchanging matching golden bands.

And then they were kissing and in that moment  time stilled, there was no one else except them.

As the clapping and wolf whistling broke through their lips slowly moved apart.

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The reception consisted of hours of dancing, eating, and drinking for all of the guest except Draco and Hermione who seemed wrapped up in their own bubble of coy smiles and shared whispers.

At around 9 pm they both went into their respective rooms and changed into less formal clothing before saying their goodbyes and apparating to the airport.

As wedding gifts for each other Draco planned an Alpine honeymoon and Hermione bought first class plane tickets (and a neck pillow for Draco).

This time when the stewardess asked Draco if he'd like to save anything for his girlfriend, he was able to tell them what his wife would probably like.

When they arrived at the resort, Draco stayed in the lobby to confirm reservations and such, as Hermione took the lift up to their suite.

After looking around, she stripped down into nothing but her knickers and matching silk robe.

She laid down on the bed to wait for Draco, but as she tried to find the right pose, her nerves got the better of her and she just pretended to fall asleep. This way Draco could figure out what he liked.

This was what Draco walked into, his new wife seemingly sound asleep atop the covers in their room.

He realized that as much as he wanted to have sex, he would just have to wait. He'd waited six months, what was another night going to do, he thought as he took off his trousers and shirt. He climbed into bed, once he was only in his pants and tightly wrapped Hermione up in his arms.

As he nuzzled her throat she suddenly turned around, at first he wrote this off as just her instinct but then she spoke. "I'm sorry, I'm just scared, and so I did this now I feel stupid."

He rubbed his hand down her back to soothe her and asked "did what, scared of what?"

Hermione barely mumbled so when Draco asked her to speak up she finally said, "I pretended to sleep because I'm too scared to sex with you. I mean what if I'm boring, or bad at it."

Catching onto what was happening Draco silenced with a kiss before saying, "you could never bore me and I doubt you're bad at it, but if you are we can practice," punctuating each word with a kiss.

Once Hermione nodded meekly. He started kissing her, gently, slowly, but she quickly started pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Not wanting to break her boundaries he just continued kissing only they were now intertwined and he was nipping and licking the column of her throat.

When he sucked on a particularly sensitive part right below her ear, she keened out his name and grappled at his back. Draco had never heard or felt anything as melodious before.

More confident Hermione finally stripped off the robe. Draco stared, finally he didn't need to hold back. How did she know? Was I that obvious? Draco thought as he looked at the red articles he was now devoted too.

Before he could question it she flipped him over and straddled him. Kissing down his chest, swirling her tongue around his nipples.

When she reached the swath of hair near his waistband he realized what was happening and stopped her. That was for another time, right now he needed to be in her.

As soon as he voiced these concerns Hermione pulled out his cock, shifted her underwear to the side and mounted him.

Both of their eyes rolled back in their heads as she set a slow punishing pace. Realizing she couldn't move very well like this, Draco flipped them back around and set a brutal pace.

He sucked her nipples and vigorously rubbed her clit, and soon enough she was singing a string of Draco's with the music of her moans.

That was all he needed to make it over the edge. He emptied himself inside her and collapsed on her. Holding her close and enjoying the feeling of her underneath him.

Unexpectedly, Hermione started laughing. When Draco looked up questioningly she said, "I was just thinking about how you actually found the right door this time."

As soon as he realized what she meant he descended on her once again, effectively silencing her laughter at his expense.

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THE END