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Draco had taken for granted how easy Christmas Eve has once been.
What once was flouncing around to whatever party he pleased with a pretty witch on his arm, getting as drunk as he liked and only dealing with a mild hangover in the morning while exchanging gifts with his mother is now gone.
Instead, his Christmas Eve’s were filled with trying to wrangle toddlers into formal robes that they positively despised. Hysterics and tears over buckling shoes and combing back hair.
Sugar highs that lead to horrid crashes and tantrums, or worse— if their grandmother had indulged them in too much, innocent tummy aches could quickly lead to vomit all over the carpet.
Sticky fingers and red stained mouths, impatient little hands balling into fists when told to be patient, and his ultimate weakness was how their eyes would well up in tears from pure exhaustion of a long day, emotions just too big for their tiny bodies. It broke his heart every time.
They had managed to survive yet another Christmas Eve, succeeding with no vomiting and minimum tantrums this year.
Scorpius and Lyra were nestled snug into bed (visions of sugar plums possibly making an appearance), having been read The Night Before Christmas by their mother as tradition.
It would all be worth it for tomorrow, little faces so excited to open gifts and relish in a little bit of Christmas Magic.
Draco finally lays in bed, freshly showered and trying to will away a headache that had been lingering in his skull the entire day. Sleep would be bliss, the hour much too late from sneaking to set out presents only to be woken up at an ungodly hour by their children to open up said presents.
“Draco—“ Hermione calls from the master bath, the little crack left in the door lighting up the mostly dim room besides the candles flickering at his bedside table.
“Hm?”
“How would you feel about getting a present tonight?” She asks.
He blinks, slightly caught off guard, trying to think of why she would want to change their tradition now. They always opened all their gifts Christmas morning, always quite a feat to have managed to keep the secret for so long.
“I thought I wasn’t allowed any presents until Christmas.” He teases, listening to her rustle around in the other room.
“This is an exception,” She says, “Perhaps I’ll let you take a peak and you can decide if you’d like to see the rest of it.”
Draco’s not quite sure what’s going on in his wife’s head, his mind scanning for what she could possibly want to give him now.
But then the door creaks open just a little— just enough for her heeled foot to step out, revealing pretty lace stockings, the band flourishing around the soft skin of her thigh.
Draco’s mouth goes dry, any coherent thought quickly draining as he realizes what his precious wife was up to.
“My, my.” He hums, “This seems like it might be a rather pretty present.”
He pushes the duvet covers off his body, sitting up to get a better look at what she’s revealed to him.
“If I may, I think I’d like to see the rest of my present.”
Hermione pushes the door the rest of the way open, and it occurs to him that perhaps she was trying to kill him. Death by arousal was real, wasn’t it?
Deep emerald, shining satin that clung to her like a second skin, little patches of lace that revealed her golden flesh to him. Her curls were still pinned up off her shoulders, and he can’t help but think he’d like to remedy that himself.
The plunging neckline struggles to hold her cleavage, overflowing flesh threatening to break over at any moment.
“Now, do tell me what I did to deserve such a lovely gift.” He admires her without shame, tilting his head as she gives him a slow spin.
Draco groans at the revealing curve of her thong, exposing the plump globes of her arse.
“My dear husband just happened to point out that all I wear around the holidays is red, and that he thinks I would look ravishing in green.” She smiles, sultry and slow. “I suppose I wanted to see if he was right.”
Oh he was right.
Hermione unsurprisingly favored the color red, and of course he couldn’t object too much when she did look rather radiant in it. But he couldn’t deny how the more primal part of his brain stupidly kicked into place when she wore green.
His color. She was in his color.
“I should replace your entire wardrobe with green.” He murmurs low, drinking every inch of her as she walks towards him.
“Why don’t you just embroider Malfoy on everything while you’re at it.” She says cheekily, stopping just out of arm's reach, hands behind her back as she smiles innocently.
He’s on her in a flash, pulling her into his lap and settling her right on top of his thigh.
Draco can feel the searing heat of her through the fabric of his pajama bottoms, grinning as he angles her perfectly.
“Perhaps I’ll mark you up, leave each little love bite instead of healing them— that would let everyone know just exactly who you belong to, hmm?” He rocks her gently to begin with, watching her lashes flutter at the sensation.
He’s caught between pressing his lips to her and following through on his promise of branding or to sit back and watch her ride his thigh.
Ultimately, Draco is unable to resist the call of her flesh. Teeth nipping at her throat and his tongue dragging across her pulse point, her knickers dampen, but he wants her soaked, to feel her seep through the silk of his pants.
Hermione sighs, high and sweet, head tilting back as a few curls escape from her updo.
“Draco, please—“ Her clever little fingers tug on the string of his trousers, palming the outline of his erection.
He tsks, pulling her hands away to rest them on his chest, smiling as she pushes her bottom lip out into a pout.
“This is my Christmas present, is it not?” He asks, raising a mocking brow.
Her fingers grip into the silk of his shirt, glossy nails digging and pulling on the fabric.
“Yes, but I—“ She breaks off into a yelp when he bites at the exposed skin of her breast.
“Then I get to do exactly as I please,” He says, tilting her chin up to admire the flush that blooms high on her cheeks, how her eyes glaze over as she looks at him. “And I think you know exactly what I’d like.”
She whines, eyes closing as she rocks herself further.
“Ah, ah— eyes open, little wife.” Her eyes glimmer in the low candlelight, pupils blown wide as she gazes at him.
“But this is supposed to be for you—“ She tried to argue, but he’d heard quite enough.
“If you keep arguing with me I’m going to ensure there aren’t any thoughts in your head to begin with,” Draco warns, pinching her nipple and watching her eyes roll back. “Now, be a good girl and make yourself come on my thigh.”
Hermione shudders, arousal soaking through her knickers and seeping onto the fabric of his trousers, sliding so easily as she trembles.
Unable to resist any longer, he buries his face in the soft flesh of her tits, dragging his tongue over any spot of exposed flesh he can find before moving to her lace covered nipple, suckling over the fabric as she writhes over him.
Her moans rise in pitch, breathy as she uses him for her pleasure, mindless and babbling as her nails dig into him. She’s so close, he has to pull back and witness his favorite way to see her.
Hermione right on the edge was one of the most intoxicating experiences of his life, the only thing better was watching her break completely. Cheeks flushed, dark eyes sparking, pretty lips parted as she moaned his name— he didn’t think he could ever get enough.
“There we go darling— just like that— are you going to make a pretty little mess on my thigh?” He coos, dotting kisses across her flesh, taunting her closer to the edge. “Does it feel so good?”
She nods furiously, curls bouncing as she ruts against him. It only takes a few more rocks of her hips and she breaks, eyes rolling back as she comes.
His erection weeps in his trousers, painful as he watches her climax wrack through her, her clit throbbing over his thigh as she ruts, going limp against her chest as he catches her.
“Such a good girl.” He praises, pressing kisses across the top of her head, inhaling the light lavender scent as his fingers slowly remove the pins holding it up until all her curls come tumbling down.
Draco gently lays her back on the bed, untangling their limbs to admire her, soft and pliant against the sheets.
His fingers wander over the lace that covers her, how pretty the emerald is against the olive of her skin. He’s caught between leaving it on or ripping it off of her.
She’s perfect in her nudity, belly soft with little white lines from their two children growing within her, her breasts heavy and full, the dark thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs.
He knows exactly how she shines beneath the lace, the pretty pink satin of her cunt that gleams with her arousal.
The temptation is enough to make him give in to his urges, vanishing the pretty garment from her only to groan at the sight of before him. It didn’t matter that he’d seen her like this hundreds of times, just a glimpse could make him weak.
“Draco, I just bought that—“ She tries to argue but he cuts her off by easily slipping his fingers inside her, her voice breaking as he curls upwards to find that precious little spot.
“I’ll buy you a dozen more, no need to worry.” It only takes a few presses to find the rough and spongy spot, watching her legs go limp in the process.
Little bruises begin to bloom across her throat, dotting across the tops of her breasts, only burning the fire of his possession brighter.
“So pretty like this, darling.” He coos, leaning down to drag his tongue across her clit. Rich and heady, she melts across him, divine as she settles and sinks into the very soul of him.
He wraps his lips around her and suckles, her hands quickly finding their way into his hair, nails scraping across his scalp, stinging as it sends pleasure to the very center of him.
Hermione resists him a little less now, much more agreeable after her first orgasm to accept the pleasure he would bring her. In fact, she tugs him closer, her thighs tight around his head as she smothers him. This is how he liked her best, greedy as she took his pleasure, he pressed his hips to the bed in an attempt to relieve his own arousal.
Her walls flutter around his fingers, pitch ramping up, when a particularly devious idea enters his brain.
Draco pulls away, fingers dripping with her as he sucks them into his mouth, smiling as she cries out in frustration.
“But I was—I was—“ She whines, hands searching for him as her eyes flutter open.
He flips them over without warning, shucking off his pajama bottoms and hovering her over his cock as her chest heaves.
“Oh darling, have I ever disappointed you?” He drags his head through the dripping mess of her, biting at his tongue at the sensation.
“No—“
“Precisely, now be a good girl and come on my cock.”
He pulls her down, a moan slipping from him as the heat of her cunt welcomes him in, tight and wet as she rolls her hips to try and accommodate him. It only takes a few circles over her clit before she breaks, bursting apart and soaking his cock as she comes.
Her walls pulse heavy around him, and Draco eagerly fucks her through all of it, her cunt trying to suck him back in with each push and pull of his hips.
He catches her as she falls forward, sitting up to hold her against her chest as he continues rocking into her. He can’t give her brain any time to catch up, his fingers continuing their swirl as he keeps her bouncing on him until her eyes cross.
Hermione drags her fingernails down his back, sharp and stinging as a shriek leaves her lips.
“I’m going to fill you up, would you like that, darling?”
“Yes, yes please— so full— ”
“Perhaps I’ll give you another baby, hmm little wife? Watch you swell so prettily and let everyone know you’re mine —” He bites at her throat for emphasis, feeling her flutter around him again as she babbles mindlessly.
His vision begins to fuzz over, pleasure zinging low in his spine as it begins to build throught the rest of his body at the thought of filling her with his come until she was swollen with his child.
“Please, Draco please— I need it, I need—” She breaks off into a gasp as he finally snaps, spilling inside her, everything washing over him in waves as she quickly follows him over the edge.
She melts on top of him, pulsing heavily around him as they both breathe heavily. He can feel his spend dripping from where their bodies are still conjoined, smearing across his thighs as he tucks her into his side.
It’s as he pulls back and watches his spend leak from the swollen lips of her cunt that his fingers twitch, balling them into a fist at his side before he looks back up at his, her gaze clear once more.
“Did you—” He hesitates just for a moment. “Did you mean it when you said yes?”
Hermione’s brows furrow for just a moment before understanding finds her, a blush pinking high across her cheeks.
“Do you want another baby?” She asks so quietly, as if she’s afraid of his answer.
Draco pulls her closer, rubbing soothing circles across her back.
“Darling, I would love however many children you’re willing to give me.” He tells her honestly, “You’ve already given me two perfect children, I’m certain any more children that come from you will be just as wonderful as you.”
She smiles, slow and sweet, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck.
“I always wanted a big family.” She says, turning her head to look at the bedside clock before her eyes go wide. “Oh god, we have to go to sleep now before our perfect children wake us up in less than three hours.”
Draco did not need to be told twice, pulling her down beneath the covers with him, vanishing any mess left behind as he wraps his arms around her.
Perfect family indeed.