Perfect Two...

Chapter Forty Nine: Brothers

Draco and Hermione had lunch on top of a cliff, where no one else was around, but the two of them. From there they could see the beautiful deep blue sea, sparkling under the sun light. A bottle of champagne was placed in an ice bucket, flowers in the middle of the table which was covered in a white tablecloth. Hermione took the veil off, left it in the limo with her flowers bouquet. They were talking and laughing. Enjoying the dinner in peace that they never had for years.

When they got back to the hotel. Draco had her bridal style in his arms, carrying her to their room and Hermione helped opening the door. He put her down on and she was on her feet, where the room was decorated with candles and red flowers everywhere. Hermione couldn't help but smile widely at the beautiful, romantic place. Even the smell of the room was great. Red roses were all over the the place , soft music was playing
"Mrs Malfoy." Draco smiled as he cupped her cheeks, leaning and kissing her deeply.

Hermione pushed him away "Um.. Wait I.."

"It's not like it's our first time.."

"No, no not that. Draco where's my phone? I need to make an important call."

"Who're you going to call?"

"Luna.. And Eleanor. I have to make sure they're fine."
Draco nodded, walked towards the bedside table, opened a drawer and grabbed her phone.

"Here. But they told me you should press-"

"Yes I know." she took her phone and walked to the bathroom. And five minutes later she came back with a grin. Draco was sitting on the couch, the curtains were now closed.

"You called them?"

"Yeah.. They're all fine." she nodded. Holding Draco's hands, he got up "I'm officially your wife now." she almost whispered "You know what the means?" she bit her lip

"What?"

"You're all mine.." her hands left his and slipped them under his jacket, taking it off and let it fall to the floor "and only mine." the bow was joining his jacket, unbuttoned the first three buttons. She pushed herself up, that she was standing on her toes. Kissed his neck hungrily. Then she drew back "No Helena anymore."
He smirked, unzipped her dress slowly, staring deeply into her eyes. Then he gently pushed the white dress off her shoulders. It made a sighing sound as it floated to the floor, as if it too, had been seduced by him. It fell around her feet and she shivered a little. He took her in his big arms and kissed her. And by then, all that mattered was the heat of him surrounding her, there was only the way his lips urged her to open for him. She did open. His tongue swept in, claiming every secret space. His arms tightened around her, trailed kisses down her body as he took all her clothes away, every last stitch that covered her and hid her from his sight.

Finally, she had only her high-heeled shoes and her little black panties. He knelt before her. And he wrapped his big hand around her ankle as he gazed up at her through eyes that burned her, eyes that seared her to her soul. He lifted her foot. She wobbled a little, laughed a breathless little laugh as she braced herself on his rock-hard shoulder. He took off her shoe. And then he took off the other one. And then, still holding her eyes, he slid those big hands of his upward, skimming the vulnerable flesh of her bare legs. She trembled as he hooked his fingers under the elastic at her hips-and pulled her panties down. Hermione sighed. He swayed toward her, pressed a kiss at her navel. She gathered him to her, weaving her fingers in his hair.

He didn't stop there. He went on kissing her, touching her. She let her head fall back and she lifted her hips to him as he found the womanly heart of her and played it like a song. Until there was only his kiss and his skilled, knowing touch. Until she shuddered and cried out his name. Then, rising, he scooped her high against his chest and he carried her into the shadowed bedroom of the suite. He laid her down on the bed and stood above her, his eyes grey fire, as he quickly, ruthlessly, stripped off his clothes.