POV: Draco. Play the song lovers...😏😘

"I loooovvvveee, you, Draaaacooo..."

Hermione lustrously moaned in her high pitched sexual breathless desires of passionate voices, echoing and soothing throughout her entire luscious body, as we feverishly fucked each other this early morning of our conquests, seeing the sun gently rising in my peripheral visions from my bedroom window, being to infinitely focused on her... the spell-blindingly beauty of perfection that was hooked and engaged onto me...

Her sexily addicting and long silky creamily legs, were affectionately locked and wrapped around my waist, with me equally sitting up in one of my many favorite sexual positions because of Hermione, with her feminine vixen being succumbed onto my brutish shredded and hardened erotica. Feeling her doused tightness crux of opulence in her every embodiment immersed and connected to my auxiliary Slytherin wand, and also feeling the stimulant sensation of the tip of my godlike scepter, rubbing against the ends my witch of something innocently different, penetrating her in trancelike eagerness, and possessing her warming caverned depths of wetness...

Her arms were snaked around the back of my neck with her hands intertwined behind the long ends of my whitely candescent hair, stroking her fingernails in ebbs in flows against my pale skin and reaching upwards again, in pulling my Arctic hair from being so narcotized in our world of climatic enigmas, as I would watch her stunning coffee colored eyes rolling into the back of her head, closing them sensually, to next witnessing her neck thrusting backwards and her breathing in gasps of exhilaration... All the while, circling her hips in syncopated rhythms of lushly pushes...

I held her enchantingly captivating body tightly with my menacingly rogue hands, feeling her breasts brushing up against my bare chest in between her impetus movements, as I worshiped Hermione Granger in her marveling bewitching wonderment... Never wanting to leave the state we were perpetually frozen in, in sexual chronicles of forever dome.

I read her racy salacious thoughts... "Oh, Draco Malfoy, you feel so incredibly good... I want you inside of me, forever..." through my Legilimency talents, completely engrossing and dominating her entirety of living, not only physically with my naked hard body, but also my inner being, devouring and engulfing into her soul...

I rousingly stroked her sinfully thinned bared curvature back, and moving my hands that were glued to her body, to lasciviously caress and massage her bountiful breasts. Then licking the elongated center of her breast bone with my slithering tongue, making my mouth water in salivation aching for her, leaving my dripping venom on her raw alabaster skin, that was becoming flushed within every second of my touches, causing her to quiver and feeling her thighs quaking, that was sitting atop mine, from my rapturous beatitudes... hearing her muttering my name through her overwhelming breaths, over and over and over... causing complete utter madness in the depths of soul.

"I don't want to lose you, Draco..." Hermione cried aloud in our moment of heated love, with her gorgeous cocoa eyes piercing into my grey eyes, beginning to see her swelling in storms of freight at my future... our future.

"I'm not going anywhere, Hermione. I love you. We are going to fight this curse. Nothing will keep me from being with you... even death."

"Don't say that! That's horrible bad luck, Draco! Quickly! Say, I walk in Merlin's white light, and no jinx of any sort, shall take me down... then you kiss me to seal our fates... Hurry!" She ordered me in her adorably annoying and panicking know it all ways...

I arrogantly spoke her ridiculous anti-jinx with a dirty smirk, and sinisterly manifesting my eyes into her soul, grabbing the back of her neck, feeling my long fingers getting lost in her lengthy brunette and golden hair, pulling her forward into my tempering lips and forcefully kissed her with such intensity, she gasped through her sumptuous moans, melting back into my body, making us permanently one.

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I watched Hermione calculating and practically having kittens, going over her list and checking her bloody beaded extended bag again, for the tenth fucking time this morning, after our much need stress relieving shag...

"Babe, everything is there. It's already nine fifteen... We better get a move on to the Leaky Cauldron." I assured her, taking her hand and kissing her euphoric plumped lips.

"You're right, you're right..." She breathed in a huff, turning her back to me and closing her bag with her mind. And I couldn't let this one slide...

"I'm right, you say?! Can I get that in writing?!" I teased wheeling her waist around to face me.

"Don't get used to it, Malfoy," She glared up at me raising her right eyebrow and couldn't help giving me a small grin. I leaned down to kiss my more than beautiful for words girlfriend, magically ordering our bags to land in my hand... And in a popping flash, through apparation, we were in front of the historic and familiar old wizarding pub, with our travel mates already in a fucking dither at our tardiness.

"About time you two! Are you going to make this habit?!" Potter roared at us, with Ginger Spice  giving him a nudge in the ribs to chill the fuck out, as to which, I did appreciate.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Potter. Hermione and I had some... last minute orders to attend," I suggestively drawled, holding Hermione firmly in my arms, kissing her once more and seeing her cheeks rushing in red from embarrassment, and giving me her coquettish bantering flirting eyes and befuddling smirk, trying to hide from our friends and enemies, what we two had just been doing to each other...

"I just ate breakfast, thanks for the image you just gave me, as I feel the bangers rising up in my throat." Potter's objecting grotesques of our relationship seeped out of him. My audacious cheeky side was at the ready to give him a go. However, Blaise's response faltered me.

"I never thought I'd agree with you, Potter... Seriously, ever, in my life." Blaise gestured in a concurring groan to our enemy and they both had a unison chuckle.  My mouth was agape and ready for my fucking comeback, when Hermione piped in, knowing I was going to make matters worse if I did. And so what if I did? But she was the only one who could get me to behave... and misbehave.

"Now, stop it, the lot of you. We have to get a move on." Hermione ordered and I rolled my eyes knowing she was right. Hermione then got on her imaginary podium to lecture and explain our first venture, including the whereabouts we would be residing in, in California.

"Draco, has graciously paid for our amenities at each hotel we will be staying at. 'The Bewitching Beverly Hills Hotel', is the name of our first hotel we will be staying at. It's the wizarding world's version of the Muggle 'Beverly Hills Hotel.' We thought it would be safer to stay in our knowing familiarities... So! Are we ready?" Hermione concluded with a nervous smile, effortlessly strewn across her gorgeous face.

The crowd of three, was of mixed reviews of yes's and I guess I have to do this groans. We circled around each other as I held Hermione's hand in my right hand and somehow got next to Potter's Pippy Longstocking girlfriend, who was smiling at me and generously offered her hand first, for me to take. I held my ballsy tongue, biting it so hard it almost bled, and finally took hold of her freckled hand worrying that the brown specks might contagiously spread onto mine.

Potter glared in jealous hatred of me holding his girlfriend's hand, and I taunted his angry uneasiness with a malevolent brazen wink, as Potter puffed aloud willingly aiming for a go at me... Hermione of course, noticed and made her disagreements known, "Will you two stop it?! Honestly!"

My best friend then change our enemy topics, yelling at me with his pompous voice...

"Oi, Malfoy! Your girl has amazing legs!" Blaise noisily said, standing next to my Hermione, who was wearing rather revealing high waisted navy blue shorts, (as she damn well should, with that delicious bloody body belonging to me), holding her hand and gawking at her with a menacing smirk and growing suspicion in his ominous eyes.

Hermione kicked Blaise in his shin causing him to shriek, "What the hell?! I was giving you a compliment!" Zabini howled, hunching over, bending and raising his left leg up, that had been justly assaulted.

"Keep 'em to yourself Zabini or tell me alone, or else face your consequences from both of us." I warningly glared at my best friend, who then began to speak to me through Legilimency. "She's a feisty little witch, goddamn! And she strangely reminds me of someone?" He hauntingly spat. I vastly replied, "She sure fucking is... so keep your trap shut next time." Hurrying to change the subject to leave. Surely, he was too daft to beginning to recognize Hermione from her work?

And just like that, our deranged lot, disapparated and vanished to Hollywood, California...

We landed in the mystical lobby of 'The Bewitching Beverly Hills Hotel,' with numerous wizards and witches occupants conjugating all around us, busily entering and leaving the infamous Inn.

We made our way to the hotel's front desk witchclerk, who was disgustingly smacking on chewing gum, looking like a cow gnawing on its on spit and twirling her long silver hair with her pointer finger. I already couldn't stand her...

"Welcome! To The Bewitching Beverly Hills Hotel! I'm Heather! Like, how can I make your day, even more glamorous, today?!" The witchclerk's voice bounced in glee, and she agitated the piss out of me with her bright valley girl American accent and oddly silvered doe eyed self. Hermione signed us all in, knowing me all so well, that I couldn't handle talking to that disturbingly vapid witch.

We settled into our rooms and met back down in the lobby once again, to make our appearances at Madame Dorinda's magic shop. Not wasting any time...

"It's located on the corner of Hollywood Boulevard, next to Grauman's Chinese Theater. It's masterfully conspicuous with vanity of these Hills." Hermione informed us. We decided to take a taxi to look more in favor of the Muggles, knowing how crowded the street would be.

We finally arrived, by our way of the huge bus-like taxi, making me more thankful every second of the day that I was a wizard. Because being a Muggle, well, fucking sucks... and made our way to the infamous Filia Mea Cor Tuum, aka 'My Daughter's Heart.'

The magically vain shop was exactly located on the corner, where Hermione said it would be.

The Filia Mea Cor Tuum sign was written in grim antiqued ivory lettering conditions, and a cauldron was underneath the announcing words, over flowing in an abundance of a Slytherin green colored potion pouring itself out, spelled to look like it was going to fall on top of its customers.

"Don't be too obvious. Look around as curious patrons and on my signal, we will leave." Hermione whispered as we made our way inside. Hermione's signal was to instantly feel our one charmed Galleon, jinxed by her, to heat up in our pockets, telling us all it was time to leave.

The darkly and dodgy little lit shop, was of course filled with questionable potions and illegal elixirs in our world and would be perfectly fitted to belonging in Knockturn Alley.

Potter, Pippy, and Blaise, walked around the shop obeying Hermione's requests, as her and I, made our way to the back of the room, seeing a tall roughly beastly looking bloke, with long blonde hair resting on his shoulders, standing behind a beaten ridged obsidian wooden counter, making me think he might have been a long lost family member of mine.

Hermione held my hand and squeezed my fingers so tightly in her unhinged nerves, I couldn't feel my hand any longer.

"How may I, assist you this day?" The dodgy wanker vaguely spoke, with a hint of concern and overprotectiveness gleaming in his scary golden eyes.

"Thank you, yes..." Hermione stammered a bit and found her practiced speech releasing from her lips to the scary looking bastard, trying to show his strength through his flexed muscles, the big pillocking oafish git.

"Yes, my boyfriend and I, were looking to see if we could arrange a meeting with your owner? We are interested in opening up a branch of her lovely shop back in London, where we are coincidentally from... Is she available today?" Hermione inquired, never losing her cool. Even with the arsenal arsehat staring at her with his intimidating and creepy face.

He scanned both of us before him, trying to read our true intentions through Legilimency, but us being talented in our blocking Occlumency skills...
He never even had a fucking chance.

The creepy bastard suddenly waved a wooden box over with his bent wand and the mysteriously landed in front us. He opened the box, revealing something I knew Hermione would never know, knowing her innocence of Dark Magic, and being reminded of my dark pasts glaring up at me. Even though the devilish objects were secured inside of a black velvet bag. I knew exactly what we were going to have to do...

"Take these. And she'll know you two are serious. Come back tomorrow afternoon, and she may or may not be here. Depending on your outcome," The wizard sternly declared with hints of cynical pessimism.

I grabbed the onyx velvet bag, giving him a go to hell look. He returned the favor through his ugly prat face. I pivoted Hermione and I, away from him, to leave this damned shop, now squeezing her hand from my own nervousness...

We were outside, walking quickly back down the opposite direction of the dreaded shop, and Hermione stuck her hand inside of her jacket pocket to grab her coin, to give her signal to our seemingly friends, who were still inside the shop and instantly began her inquisitive thoughts to me.

"What is in that bag, Draco? I have a very bad feeling about this..." She spoke as I could hear the anxiety building in her voice and her sexy anxious body  pausing to face me.

"It's going to be fine, love. Just don't tell the others... I'll explain later tonight," I comforted her, with now seeing Potter and his copper cling-on and Zabini making their way towards us.

Hermione told them that we had arranged a meeting with Madame Dorinda, but keeping the details to a minimum, as I had asked her to do.

"Well, what else are we going to do for the time being?" Zabini asked and Hermione came up with a plan I was in favor for at first... then hearing the rest of her ideas, I wasn't too keen on or accustomed to...

"Let's have a Muggle night! We can relax in our rooms for the afternoon, and tonight we can go to dinner and a movie!" Hermione was trying to get her mind off of our troubles and keeping our guests at bay... "Oh! I have always wanted to go to a Muggle nightclub to dance! Can we do that too?!" The orange creamsicile bellowed and begged. "That's a wonderful idea Gin! Yes! So how about we meet in the lobby at eight?!" Hermione set our evening plans in stone. We agreed and Harry was looking at us with suspicion of course. I knew, he knew, we weren't giving him all of the information we had acquired from the shop. And he could just fucking relax until we were ready to tell them.

Hermione wasn't going to like what we were going to have to do, in order to see Madame Dorinda. I just prayed she wouldn't hate me or judge me in my pasts of indulging what was in that box, before...

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