POV: Draco. Don't play the song until I tell you darlin's... 😈🖤😏

"Oh, Darling... I'm still manky from last night. Don't joke with me before I've had my medicine."

"Vera! A Bloody Baron! Pronto!"

Mum thoroughly disregarded my affirmation bomb of undying declaration of love, for Hermione Granger. Ordering her daily mid morning cocktail, the wizarding world version of a Bloody Mary.

Vera promptly obeyed, having the spicy tomato liqueur ready within seconds of handing mum her medicine.

Mum took her coveted sip with a smacking reply, "Ahhh... now that's, the only potion worth having."

"Now, Draco, darling what were you saying?"

"Nothing..." I coiled my bothered state and reporting with severe attitude.

"Now, now, Draco, darling... tell me what you were saying earlier. Did you mention a particular witch's name?! Are you seeing Astoria again?!" Mum's voice squealed like a five year old getting a unicorn on her birthday. With an altogether, grinning glee of successful happiness, smeared across her dark burgundy lipstick, always perfectly sketched unto her mouth.

"No, mother... Astoria and I are over. We've been over, for the thousandth time... I'm seeing someone new... And I'm in madly in love with her."

Mum had a strange look on her face, changing from knowing hopeful circumstances and to unnerving consequences, possibly remembering who I had just mentioned a few minutes ago. Mum obviously, not wanting to actually say her name aloud, making her becoming more real in our world...

"It's Hermione, mum. It's always been Hermione Granger..."

Mum shut her eyes and simultaneously gulped down her remaining drink within seconds. Returning to glaring at me with her cunning disgruntled daggers...

"That's not going to work, Draco... and you know why..."

She trailed her criticism, saying her peace and pivoted around leaving my bedroom. But I was going to have the final say...

"I don't give a flying fucking Swooping Evil, what you or father approve of. I love her and if you won't accept it, than it's going to be a long and lonely life with just you and father."

I made my professions clear.

My mother creepily and slowly turned to face me, with her cold dark eyes being the last to witness, coming closer to standing next me... reliving how I used to feel, when I was in trouble as a child.

"Have her over for tea tomorrow afternoon, Draco Lucius..."

Mum invited us, with an testimonial of misery through her baroness ominous tones, wheeling back around to exit my room, once again.

"We'll be there." I proclaimed with gratifying egotism.

She forlornly paused, glancing over her shoulder at me with tears in her eyes and vanished from my sights through disapparating without saying another word.

My parents had not been the same since the war. They changed in some ways, but in an all together wizarding sphere of an adjusted difference in old habits, they don't die hard.

Yes they had softened a bit, being shameful of their pasts...

But one thing was still most certain...

They wanted their son to marry a pure blood. And carry on the legendary Malfoy honor.

Hermione was the love of my life. She was and had always been my soulmate. Nothing would give me the greatest honor, than her marrying a bloke like me.

She wouldn't defame the Malfoy name... she would make it divinely exemplary.

My parents would fucking get over their ancient prejudice pedigrees, or else face the wrath of me, their only son...

Vera stayed cleaning up my flat for the rest of the afternoon, until nightfall. She made her usual announcement that she was finished, and about to return home to The Manor, then I stopped her before she left.

"Vera? I just wanted to thank you for today. And for everything you've done for me."

She sulked, not liking this new me.

"Come on Vera, My girlfriend is right. You deserve respect..."

A big grin came across her face and she softly testified...

"You're somewhat right, Master Draco. Go get her back. She's the other part of you." And with that, Vera winked at me, snapping her fingers and in a flash... she was magically gone.

I hurried to dress to find, My Hermione. I studied my wrist watch reading 9 O' clock. I knew exactly where she would be...

Play the song!!

I swaggered inside the crepuscular and mystical lounge of sexual carnal knowledge, instantly seeing My Brown Eyed Girl performing on the center stage in her deserving spotlight. Half of her gorgeous face hidden by the obsidian mask, her hands running through the sides of her head, gripping her hair line and twirling her head and neck back in a seductive circle, ecliptically matching her talented sharply swinging hips, that I had the pleasure of holding onto, while she gyrated on my crowning glory... Hermione was mesmerizing the revolting Wizards with her intoxicating erotica of dance movements...

In an abrupt change, my body was radiating in violent anger. I had a completely indifferent feeling of lust, unlike the first time I saw her here. This was love boiling through my veins, in an uncontrollable riotous frenzy. I was jealous now. Detonating in envy, knowing she was mine and these bastards didn't deserve her, or her seductively arousing artistry.

I marched over to the magically lit plexiglass bar, with non other, than who else, was behind it? Scabior.

I slammed my regular offer of Galleons for a private show with La Máscara.

"Her price has gone up, I'm afraid, Malfoy. She's doing five hundred Galleons, a private showing, now." Scabior grimaced with his gold tooth glinting at me.

"Fine!" I raised his offer, thumping down a thousand Galleons, on his dingy bar. His hazel eyes burned with greed, counting the wizarding money with his wand replying, "You know what room to go to."

I ruggedly spun around, making the corner to walk down the infamous hallway leading to the private rooms.

"Lucky number four..." I whispered and made my way inside.

I waited for her much longer this time. My mind running rapid in my imagination in wondering what or who else she was giving a private showing to. I paced the room in hysteria, leaving traction marks on the awful carpet.

I didn't know how much longer I could take this...

Finally... the door opened as I hid behind it, making sure she would enter first, without seeing me... and I was thankful this time she couldn't disapparate from the room.

I watched her ardently with her back facing me. She slowly circled her body to face me and became instantly defiant at her client, me.

"Colloportus!" I silently spoke in my mind and panicked, remembering to lock the door, in case she decided to leave. But knowing her, she's going to use the counter curse to escape at any moment, when she realizes who her next victim is...

Hermione finally faced me, looking like a deviant sexual piece of forbidden candy before me.

"Merlin's Beard! Draco!" She gasped through her annoyances heading straight for the door to leave.

"Hermione! Wait! Please hear me out!" I begged her being a bit repulsed by my slobbering desperations for her... but for fucking sakes, I absolutely loved this frustrating witch. She wasn't getting away from me.

She wasn't stopping. I yelled my heart out to her...

"You're RIGHT! YOU'RE RIGHT!! You're always right, Hermione! I know this!! I'm a dodgy fucking wanker, who's not deserving of such an amazingly brilliantly beautiful woman and talented witch, like you!" I hollered hitting myself in the chest like a crazed wizard in love, which was exactly, what I was.

I rushed up to her, but I didn't touch her... I wanted Hermione to feel my words and my soak in the seriousness of my actions for her.

"But I promise you right now, from the depths of my darkest soul, that I will try my hardest, every fucking day to prove to you, how much I love you! And how much I need you! You make me the real me, Hermione! I know it's going to be one of the hardest ventures, that I've ever endured... but it doesn't matter! All that counts, is that I want you, all of you, every being of you, every second of you... I'M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU!" I roared at the top of lungs, with overwhelming sprouts of tears forming in my eyes, being surprised no one had broken through the door to check on the situation at hand. And For Salazar's Exclusivity, she had brought tears to my eyes...

Hermione's body was convulsing with sobs, telling me she was truly embodying every single emotion I poured out to her.

I walked backwards away from her, giving Hermione her space to think.

In our moment of passionate thoughts...

She suddenly awoken. Gazing her celestial spirits into mine and sprinted in desperation to me, ripping her mask off of her gorgeous facade, with me catching her in mid air, making us falling backwards into a cloud of escaping ecstasy, here on the royal reds of animatedly grotesque carpets.

I roughly tore her black leather bra off of her luxurious breasts, created for me to supple upon for eternity.

She ripped open my shirt, clawing my bare chest with her long fingernails sending shivers up my spine. She come hitheredly raised slightly upwards, trickling and teasing her naked breasts against my chest, pressing them lower to lay on top of me, thirsting to have her right fucking now...

"I love you, Draco Malfoy." Hermione electrically lingered in my ear, as I caressed her back with my strong pulsating hands.

She then looked up at me with devious intentions behind her brightly cocoa souls.

"I know you do, you little aphrodisiacatic vixen... and I love you." I spoke with a devil smirk. She returned the favor, traveling further down unzipping my pants to open...

I closed my eyes in luscious luster of feeling her wet mouth, perfected teeth, and soused tongue, sucking and swirling around my erected gluttony of sleuth.

I groaned in love... needing more of her essences.

I lifted her shoulders up releasing her sugary mouth from my roping stoned serpentine, ready to infiltrate her chambered heart...

I climbed on top of Hermione and savagely widened her legs in aching wanton cupidity, overtaking her, worshiping her, devouring her, and voraciously pulverizing her into throbbing ecstasies of a dream made true...

I submerged into her candies of satisfaction cavern, hearing her moaning into stimulating smutty wickedness of salacious forgiving sex...

Her highly pitched screams titillating my every existence and making me fuck her with even more bounty raucous roughness. Causing her enigmatic allurements of her sexual jostling body moving because of me... Hermione laying beneath me to be completely attached to us as one, while I worked her inwardly and outwardly.

"Uuuuhhhaaa, Draaaacoooo... ooh, baby... uuhhaa, uuhhaa, uhhaaa!" She grasped her breathless voice of mellifluous clarion. Tightening her thighs and legs around my body, almost not being able to take my passions any longer. Feeling her nails piercing my shoulders, drawing my blood to lie on the tips of her fingers. She brought her scarlet dripping meddles to her addicting pouty lips, tracing my blood onto them and sticking her fingers inside of her portal that was drawn with my blood, to tastily savor the irons of me... I devilishly smirked at her sexy abominable actions, making me harder than a centaurs hoof.

Her thirsts were quenched as I reached her erogenous warmed spring of zealously, flowing out of her, screaming for harder thrusts of me to make it last longer, which I happily fulfilled, and releasing my venomous toxins within her...

We breathed heavily in unison and smiling into our makeup kisses. Whispering back and forth between the lines of our ever growing love.

"I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you..."

Tonight was a night of unrest lovers making up. I would reveal our tea plans with Mum and Father in the morning... For tonight, was a night unlike any other. And I didn't want to waste it on nonsense.

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