The Assistant ✔️

34-Cameras

Once Hermione had seen Draco's nightmare, she became much more understanding and comforting towards him.

A weight lifted from Draco's shoulders, and he finally began to sleep without any more huge disturbances, and woke up with Hermione in his arms, sound asleep, the sunlight pouring over her beautiful curves against the sheet, like honey.
She hummed, nestling her head deeper into his chest, her arms wrapped absentmindedly around his torso.

Draco smiled, kissing her head, and rubbed the palette of his thumb against her cool skin, breathing in her scent and humming himself, before shuffling off of the bed, leaving Hermione curled up sweetly in the bed sheets, her hair spiralling out against the pristine pillows, her eyelashes sitting against the her upper cheekbones, and a dark pink hickey plastered against her neck.

He smirked, taking the camera from the bathroom, where it sat on the sink, away from the water that was splattered against the rim, and walked back into the bedroom, snapping a picture of her curled in the cream sheets and grinned as she stirred, opening her eyes and gazing around for Draco, missing his warmth.

"Draco?"she mumbled tiredly, widening her eyes as she saw the silver flash again, and scrambled from the bed in an effort to grab it from his clutches and delete the photographs.

"Nu uh uh uh uh!"Draco chuckled, holding the camera above his head, where she couldn't reach, standing on her tip toes.

"Dracooooo!"she cried, pushing him backwards into the chair, attempting to grab it if it dropped, but he neither moved nor dropped the camera, but burst into laughter at her struggles.

"This is revenge, for the bathtub!"he chuckled,
placing his other hand on her waistline and kissed her passionately, breaking her from contact of the camera above his head, and moaned against her soft lips as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his head closer to her.

He dropped the camera that rolled off towards the side of the bed, and placed both hands against her waist , running his palms up and down her skin, up her torso, breasts, and down again to her thighs.
She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as she felt the bulge appear against her aching core.
Draco gripped her thighs, grinning against their locked lips, and picked her up, swinging her legs around his waist, and slamming her body against the hotel wall, running his hands down her body, and biting her bottom lip, staring into her beautiful hypnotic eyes.
He smirked, looking down at her swollen lips he had let go of, and ravenously smashing his lips against hers once more, gripping onto her hair, pulling her closer, whilst her hands where clawing at the back of his neck.
She began to laugh, as he sucked against her neck, and dug her nails into his back, as he thrusted forwards, making her clap her eyes shut, and let out a shuddering moan, the bulge in Draco's boxers grow higher, Making Hermione gasp, and smirk, their lips connecting again, as Draco pushed Hermione down on the bed.
He pulled down his boxers, groaning, as he thrusted again, hard into her, causing Hermione to scream in pleasure.
Faster faster, harder harder he went, Hermione's nails practically tore his skin away, against his back and shoulders, they  screamed and screamed, muscles quivering, shaking limbs.
After a good long 😏 while, Draco pulled out of her, lying down on the bed next to Hermione, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
She grinned, sweat laced against their bodies, and stretched down next to her, on the floor where the camera lay, and brought it up to see.
She clicked the button, a flash spread across their eyes, and they both made a stupid face, tongues out, eyes wide, lips compressed, cheeks stretched,teeth showing, and burst into a fit of exhausted giggles before dealing with it a full on snog, a snap of the camera and then curled up in each others embrace, the sun rising higher in the sky.