The Affair/Dramione

Underneath the Surface...(EXPLICIT)

POV: Hermione.

I woke up to the smell of cooking fried eggs, bacon, and biscuits fragrance engulfing my tent. I moved a little waking up from tiredness of having lustful rough sex with Draco all night. I was sore and my groins were aching. But it was a good numbing pain...

"Draco?" I sat up calling for him as I saw him by the tiny stove. He turned around holding a cup of coffee with a spoon inside, twirling his finger around above the mug, to make the spoon move in a circular motion by itself. Just like magic.

He handed me the coffee cup and greeted me with a sensual kiss. He pulled back and asked me to try the coffee he just made for me. It was perfect. Exactly how I liked it. With half and half and three sugars.

"Draco how'd you know how I take my coffee?" I questioned him with wonder. "I used to watch you sometimes at Hogwarts without you noticing, wishing I was that coffee cup." He seductively drawled raising an eyebrow and kissed me again.

"I made breakfast for you too, baby." He sweetly admitted in my ear.

"You?! Ha! Oh please, where are you hiding the house elf?!" I laughed and teased him. Draco grabbed my coffee cup placing it on the nightstand. And attacked me with tickles turning into a heated passion filled makeout session rapturing each other's bodies. It was round ten of mind altering orgasms.

We ate breakfast in bed and I was so surprised on how well Draco cooked. And how he was spoiling me. He wouldn't let me lift a finger.

"Where did you learn how to cook?" I asked him trying not to sound sarcastic.

"I taught myself. Wasn't pretty at first. But I eventually got the hang of it. And having a wand is helpful too." Draco told me and winked.

I wanted to know where he'd been since after the war. What had he been doing? But I was afraid to ask him. He would tell me when he was ready. Obviously the war had changed him for the better.

"I bought a condo in Nottinghill. I want you to see it." He looked at me with those longing sex hungry aqua blue eyes.

"Draco... I don't know that I can do that. I don't know how to handle all of this. What can we do after this weekend? This is just a weekend of taking advantage of a lust we've had for each other. I mean, Draco, I'm married." I finished my anguish placing my plate on the nightstand.

Draco sat his plate on the bed and took hold of my hands looking deeply into my eyes. Making my heart skip. I've never felt this way before.

"Hermione. This isn't a fling to me. You're not some whore I bought for the weekend." I interrupted him. "Do you do that on occasion Draco?" I teased smiling. "No." He darkly commanded and grinned.

"You have been in my every thought process for a decade. Wanting you. Needing you. Tasting you." He pulled me closer to him. "I'll wait for you forever until you decide. But I hope you won't keep me in agony for a long awaited time." He stopped speaking placing his hands on my thighs rubbing them softly.

"Draco, you just... You have to give me time to figure this all out. To process what we are going to do. We just have to take it day by day." My nerves were taking over reminding me of what awaits for me back at home.

Draco waved our plates over to the kitchen with his wand and had them clean themselves. He started kissing my neck and reaching his hand down to his favorite spot on my body.