POV: Draco. Play The SOOONNNGG!😍🖤🤘🏻

I disapparated us to the 'The Ballycastle' Quidditch Pitch, in Northern Ireland... to be more specific, to our crowded box, that was always on reserve for the Bats elite of high wizard rankings...

Everyone was already in full swing of partying proportions. Drinking fire whiskey, muled aged wine, and snacking on our traditional good luck charms of bat themed delicacies... Bat's Blood Soup, a sin of mercy that was bubbling from chocolate infernal heaven to be dipped with marshmallows. Bat's balls, yeah I'm not touching those, yet alone, not even wanting to describe them. And Bat's wings, which was actually chicken wings in a blackened spicy sauce.

I explained the rounds to my Brown Eyed Girl, feeling an overwhelming amount of pride, knowing she was mine and yes, she fucking belonged to me. I didn't care if she'd argue with me into a row of endless disgust about it. She liked it deep down, in me referring to her this way. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in her thoughts.

And I wholeheartedly admitted to belonging to her...

I held her hand, interlocking our fingers together, announcing our relationship to my work world. And introducing her to some of the most influential Quidditch Players and Quidditch Affiliates in our history.

"Gwenog, this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger..." I introduced one of the famous female Beater's of our generation, Gwenog Jones, of the infamous all female Quidditch team, The Holyhead Harpies. I've never seen Hermione so star struck in my life. She was adorably stuttering through her words.

"I... I can't begin to tell you what an honor and privilege it is to meet you, Gwenog." Hermione smiled, shaking Gweny's hand, as we like to call her to piss her off before matches.

"It's an honor to make your acquaintance as well, Hermione. I'm just baffled Malfoy, here, actually brought one of his girlfriend's to his place of business! He must be insanely manky and enamored with you! Obviously, look at him! He's blushing!" Gweny pointed at me through her badgered opinion, as I was becoming vexed by her. Although, She was right. I never brought my girlfriends to games because, they weren't worthy. Hermione was more than virtuously worthy. I wanted her by my side always.

Hermione looked up at me smiling. I gazed back at her and kissed her lips. Returning to pestering Gwenog.

"That's right, Gweny! However, I'm probably not blushing near as much as you did, a few weeks ago, with your match against Brazil. When your ex boyfriend, Tony Formagenie, caught the snitch winning in your heated rivalry." I hit a sore spot with her, grinning in delight through my smarmy demeanor. Seeing her face now flushed with embarrassment and fury, triggering her more and more.

"Keep it up, Malfoy! Just wait until we have a go with your lot, next weekend!" She huffed defiantly.

"Fancy a flutter, Gweny?!" I challenged her through a daring, betting wager.

"Five hundred Galleons, On the winning team! Whoever loses, pays up!" I proclaimed my challenge. Sticking my hand out to shake hers, meeting my demands. She equally obliged. And just before leaving, she gestured to Hermione... "Watch out for this dodgy bloke." Warning her of me, then facing me again, in a conniving grin and scurrying away.

"She should talk... she's a right, barking minger..." I thought to myself, knowing some of Gwenog's disgressions. Not wanting to talk ugly about her to Hermione. Giving her anymore reasons, to be wary of me and my intentions. The Gwen hog didn't fucking know me, like she pretends to do so.

My Brown Eyed Girl, then surprised me, with her thoughts she said aloud...

"Well, that was rude of her." Hermione said, with a look of disappointment in her eyes. And luck being on my side, that she was upset by Gwenog's bad mouthing me.

She twisted to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me. Hermione then leaned back and gazed into my eyes, speaking  her enamored passions for me.

"I know who you are, Draco. You're not as black hearted, as people may perceive you. Even if I'm the only one who sees it."

"You're the only one that matters, Hermione... and the only one, I want to seeing the other side of me." I spoke, kissing her back.

Suddenly, a familiar deep Texas accent, made his way towards us, from my past of debauchery echoing in our direction...

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT..."

Matthew McConaughey, the Comets scout, slowly drawled, like a beer flowing out of a tap and smiled through his pronunciations, of making his self known, in his ridiculously oversized dirty cowboy hat and snake skinned cowboy boots.

"Malfoy you catawampus... it's been months, since I saw your sketchy ass." He shook my hand and instantly made eyes with Hermione.

"Well, I can tell what's been keeping you busy... who's this piece of pumpkin pie?" Matt dropped his hand, loftily taking my girl's hand to shake.

Hermione shook his hand, nervously smiling back at him. I had my arm protectively wrapped around her tiny waist, keeping her close to my body.

"Matty, this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger." I introduced her to my deviant friend, who was examining her through his dangerous eyes, seeming like he wanted to take her away from me, still holding her hand. "You can stop shaking her hand now..." I seethed, feeling my body heating in anger.

"Your boyfriend is getting jealous, I see. I understand though... Because darlin', I'd hang the moon for you." He flirted in his fiendish smirking. Finishing with kissing the top of her hand, finally letting her go, before I was about to remove his hand away from hers, for him...

"It's a pleasure, Matthew." Hermione spoke to him in her sweet manner.

"Would you two care to join an old southern gent, such as myself, in a fire whiskey?" The old Comets scout inquired us.

I read Hermione's mind to see if she were still comfortable around him, questioning her in my Legilimency skills.

She answered me back quickly. "Sure, I've got you to defend me, incase he gets out of hand... And I've honestly never heard a southern accent like his! Maybe, except for in the movies! I find it remarkably funny!"

I kissed her lips and told Matty, "Sure, why the hell not?"

We sat all afternoon, enjoying the match, and getting snockered on our magical whiskey. Witnessing us Bats, practically beating the pants off of the Comets. And chatting up with my southern bloke, worrying every second of him saying something he wasn't supposed to say...

"Did your boyfriend ever tell you about last summer?! We rented a house in my hometown in Austin, Texas..." He bellowed, remembering all the trouble we got into, as I vaguely remembered some of it. Because majority of the time, I was drunk or high off of my arse. I didn't want Hermione to know, so I vastly changed the subject.

"You staying here long then, McConaughey?"

"Nice conversation change their, Malfoy.. I won't tell her about you being drunk as a skunk, being higher than a fucking Texas Longhorned Dragon, standing naked as the day you were born and jumping off the roof of the house, landing in our pool."

Fucking hell...

"DRACO! NOOOOO... NOT YOU!" Hermione giggled in laughter, through her sarcasm and I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders, that she didn't judge me too harshly. Apparently her secret life had broadened her horizons.

We beat the skivvies off the Comets. Even so, McConaughey never let a losing streak get the best of him, continuing in his favorable laid back contagious mood.

"Well, how about we celebrate a round of drinks and dinner on me, in y'all's win?!"

We addressed him, in friendly agreeable yes's. Emanating our drunk selves onto our favorite spots in the wizarding world. Ending up at a pub in Knockturn Alley, more commonly known as
'The Afters Looking-Glass.'

Matthew kept shoving tequila shots down our throats, feeling more and more of the affects of hard liquor, intoxicating throughout our bodies. Bringing out my wanton side to have Hermione all day and all night.

McConaughey asked Hermione if he could teach her how to 'Two Step.' I knew that line all too well, from seeing him teaching muggle women and witches how to country dance, getting them to be closer and closer, eventually bedding them.

I knew Hermione wouldn't go for it...

"No, thanks Matt. I want to dance with Draco only..." She smiled gesturing towards me, giving me a lustrous wink.

"Y'all are downright hilariously and infectiously in love aren't you?!" He questioned in his deep southern accent to the both of us.

Hermione and I were silent... staring into each other's ardent eyes, knowing our truths.

I stood out of my stool chair, positioning myself before her, taking her hand and yanking her forcefully up to land and lay against my body. Bearing my eyes into her chocolates of souls.

"Follow me..."

I spoke to her in her thoughts, with her smirking to obey my requests.

I guided us to the loo's. Taking the empty men's compartment and shutting and locking the door behind me with my mind.

I savagely picked her up by her waist and slammed her into the title wall behind her, causing her to gasp with likable pleasure, in my heated desires for her.

"I wasn't about to confess my feelings for you, for the first time, in front of a barmy rowdy Texan." I sinisterly lingered, holding her thighs up around my waist and bringing my lips to nestle and kiss her neck.

She erotically moaned, circling her arms around my neck, feeling her legs tightening against the sides of my body.

I snuck my tongue out to glide along her silky long neck... smelling her paradisiacal aromas, licking her pure skin, and devouring Hermione's brilliance, that I craved into madness.

I finally let out my undying love story, for this creature in my midsts...

"I love you." I hushed in a desperation of longing to echo into her being. I sat up to look into her eyes to view her, with her response.

"I love you, too, Draco. I love you..." She gave her devotion to me, whispering out of those plumped red lips.

I perversely smirked into her exquisitely impeccable portal, snogging all over that fucking lavatory.

We ripped and tore each other's clothes off, kissing and slamming each other back and forth, rotating us into luscious passions against the black title wall, being thankful that walls couldn't talk...

I smashed her on the sink, spreading her legs open to divulge and memorialize our love for each other.

"Yyyyeeessss..." she amorously enchanted, while I drove inside of her, feeling her compacted sopping cavernous space, engrossed around my hardened scepter, ready to burst inside of her.

I loved her.

That was that. And she loved me... nothing was going to stop us. Not even my parents.

Awwwww!!!! He said it!!! She said it!!! They love each other!!! 😍😍 what did y'all think?!? Love y'all!! And thank you for reading!! Stay tuned for more!! 😘