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February 15, 2026
Hermione woke late on Sunday morning the way she always did – with the sunlight filtering through her window and the stretch of her body across the large bed, before pulling the covers closer to her chest and basking in the warmth for a few more moments.
Her eyes focused on her bedside table and spotted the old parchment she had framed many years ago, for sentiment’s sake. A younger Draco’s handwriting wrote, “Don’t tell me you love me, Hermione, unless you mean it”, followed by her hastily scrawled response, “But I do, Draco. I mean it more than anything.”
As she started to rouse herself for the day, a pecking at her window distracted her. “That’ll be the post,” Hermione thought. Excitedly, she made for the window and gleefully snatched the letter from the owl, knowing the letter was from her husband. She tossed some food pellets into the tray sitting on the sill and shut the window to avoid the blustery February breeze.
Draco had been gone for nearly three months on Ministry business, aiding MACUSA for their policy rewrite in the Auror’s Department. Why he had to assist in person, she didn’t know, because they’d done just fine for the last twenty years with the outdated regulations and training manuals. She climbed back into the comfort and warmth of her bed and nestled against the pillows to read his letter.
“My darling Hermione,
In response to your previous letter, I don’t need a gift for Valentine’s Day. I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted.
My everything is you.
Although, your gift should be arriving in three…two…one…”
A soft pop of apparition sounded in the room and Hermione yelped in alarm, but quickly bounded off the bed into her lover’s waiting arms.
Draco let out a soft “umph” with the impact and said, “Good morning, love,” the same time as Hermione squealed “How are you here?” with tears in her eyes.
She pulled back from the hug and gazed into his beautiful grey-blue eyes. “How was your trip?” She asked fondly.
“That is the least of my concerns right now,” Draco said quickly before cupping her cheeks and pulling her into a passionate kiss. With his palms cradling her jaw and his long fingers threading into her hair to tilt her head up to him, she immediately clung to him with a vivacity she hadn’t felt in a long while. This wasn’t an ordinary kiss; Hermione knew her husband, and this was deep desire, craved affection. She felt a stirring within her that she had been unable to satisfy herself while he was gone.
Breathless from kissing and now hard against her, Draco asked, “Can we –”
“Please,” she begged, and what little resolve remained between them snapped.
Draco smiled and placed another chaste kiss to her lips as he walked her backward to their bed. Once the backs of her legs hit the mattress and she sat on the edge, Draco made quick work of his Auror robes and the navy uniform underneath. As he undid his belt, Hermione turned over to her knees with her arse in the air. Her dressing gown fell above her waist, giving her husband a perfect view of her glistening cunt, no panties in sight, as her fingers teasingly circled her clit.
Draco’s jaw dropped as fast as his trousers and pants, and he took a step forward, his hands running over her heated skin, her heart racing in anticipation. “My, Mrs. Malfoy,” he crooned, coating his length with slickness between her legs. She tilted her hips and pushed backward, attempting to rile him further.
“Please, Draco, please fuck m–” Hermione whined, before a strangled gasp escaped her when her husband impaled her with his hardened cock in one swift movement.
“You never have to beg, Hermione,” he murmured, grabbing her hair in his fist as she adjusted to him. “I’m yours,” Draco said more firmly as pulled out and thrust into her, setting a punishing pace, just as he knew she loved. He tugged on her hair lightly to pull her closer, his other hand wrapping around her to fondle her peaked nipples.
“Oh gods,” she moaned, already feeling her orgasm rising to the surface. She leaned further back, coming into contact with Draco’s chest, and Hermione craned her neck as far as she could, and their lips crashed together in open-mouthed kisses.
The change in position had his cock dragging up and down her front walls, sending her closer to the edge. “Draco!” He felt her clench around him and her body tense, so Draco let go of her hair and immediately found her clit, his fingers aiding in her undoing as he pounded into his wife from behind.
A tsunami of pleasure flooded her senses as she cried out; her nerves on fire, her body alight with ecstasy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come so hard, so fast. Before she could even catch her breath, Hermione felt Draco’s hands on her and felt her body lifted from the mattress.
He laid her on her back, her head resting on the pillows, as he climbed atop her. Draco rubbed his cock against her aching clit, sending lightning up her spine, as he whispered, “You’re stunning. I will never get enough of you.”
Her legs wrapped around his hips and she pulled him closer; he caught himself above her and laughed, startled, before pressing another long kiss to her lips. Draco entered her again, slowly this time, and moved at a languid pace, his lips dragging across her cheek, her neck, her breasts.
“I love you, I love you so much,” they whispered to each other.
He brushed an errant curl from her eyes and pressed a kiss to her forehead, both luxuriant in the intimacy they shared. They rocked against each other, pushing and pulling like the moon and the tide, until finally, they climaxed together. The once steady movement of his hips stuttered as he spilled into her and his satisfied moan in her ear and the feeling of his pulsing cock caused a second orgasm to overcome her.
They laid together for a long moment, unmoving and savoring each other, before he slipped out of her. Hermione and Draco held each other close, now under the covers together. Filled with bliss and fully satisfied, the couple enjoyed a late morning nap before rousing again. Draco’s sleepy eyes found hers and he smiled, before hugging her tightly. “I’ve missed you, love.”
“I’m so happy you’re home.”