My Bittersweet Life
Summary- Over the summer of 6th year, Dumbledore asks Hermione Granger to marry her arch nemesis: Draco Malfoy. But the biggest problem is that he won't let her get the annulment?
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Before on Chapter 6-
"I wanted a.. kiss. I was about to say that whe--…" Again, Draco was interrupted.
"Just shut up and stop thinking about words. Think about me," Hermione murmured sexily into his ear. "Just don't ruin this moment," she whispered back at him before they fell into a deep slumber, arms embraced.
Rated R for many, juicy reasons. Hehe. ^-^.
+++ Chapter 7- Scones+++
The next morning, Hermione opened her eyes and smiled as she felt him cuddle up against her. 'I'm actually warming up to Draco…' she thought. 'But why shouldn't I? He's my husband after all.' She smirked as she thought about it, before untangling herself from his caring grip, but he wouldn't let go. Hermione gritted her teeth. 'Does he think I'm actually going to run away?' She just had a wonderful dream about aphrodisiacs with Draco, and now that dream became a thought.
Draco stirred, and a few seconds later he opened his eyes. "Where are you going?"
"Um… to the lavatory." She answered.
"Okay." Then he kissed her cheek before releasing her. Hermione put on her robe and slippers, before disappearing out of the door.
It had taken a few minutes for her to lastly enter the kitchen. She smiled as she took in the sight of her own, beautiful surroundings. Finally, she looked around for the things she was going to need for preparation…
Draco awoke an hour later to an aroma right under his nose. It smelled so good, and he wondered what in the world it could have been. Finally, he realized something. She wasn't with him. "Damn," he cursed out loud. "What if she really went away?"
Just then, a house-elf appeared. "M-M-M-Master D-D-Draco?" squeaked an elf.
"Oh get on with it!" he snapped.
"I'm so-s-s-sorry, but I didn't mean to um… in-in-interrupt," it replied.
"Well?" he asked impatiently.
"Young Lady Malfoy wishes you to join her in the kitchen," it answered. He smirked.
"Good, so she's still here," he said more to himself, but audibly.
"Alright, Elf. Get me my robe," Draco ordered.
The house elf immediately ran over to the closet and fumbled for something. After a few seconds, it retrieved Draco's bathrobe and handed it to his master, bowing. "Here," it said.
"Be quiet!" Draco snapped. "Don't even talk. Now go and make the bed."
And then, he went down to the kitchens, wondering what she had prepared for him.
As soon as he neared the door, he paused to take in the scrumptious smell coming from inside. It wafted throughout the castle, and he wondered what in the world she had planned. Taking in a deep breath, he pushed the door open with one hand.
Hermione was sitting in one of the chairs, a hand with the Daily Prophet while the other one held a coffee cup. As soon as he entered, she smiled and turned to face him.
"Good morning!" she said, cheerfully.
"Glad to know your knickers aren't in a twist today," he said, smirking.
"Yup. I have something to show you," she replied.
"Oh you do, do you? What is it?" he asked, sitting down next to him. She reached for his hand across the table and pulled him up. Then they walked a good five feet before they reached the end of the kitchen. She clasped her hands over his eyes.
"This is a surprise," she whispered in his ear. With one hand securely wrapped around his head, she smiled as she pulled open the oven door. She then took the tray out of the machine and pushed it over the counter. Leaning over, she took one piece and swirled it around his face.
"My, my, what do we have here?" he wondered out loud. She smirked.
"Open your mouth," she ordered. He opened it forcefully, anticipating as to what might come next. She slid the piece into his mouth, and he slowly chewed it. Hermione released her hands and then kissed him on the cheek. "Well, how is it?"
"Bloody hell this is delicious!" He exclaimed, before glancing back at the tray. On it was beautifully carved walnut and honey scones. The walnuts rested carefully on top of the bread. It was lightly burned with a rounded shape, giving it a plump figure. Draco took another one from the tray and quickly gobbled it up.
"I love it, Hermione. Why'd you do this?" he asked, looking at her through mouthfuls.
"I wanted to surprise you," she said.
"No reason. I haven't baked for a long time, and now that you have all the equipment without having to go shopping for it, I decided to make it here." She said.
"You can make it anytime!" he said. "Can you do it again?"
"I can do it every day if you want."
"Great," he said, smirking. Then he reached over to the refrigerator and pulled out some whip cream. He sprayed the cream all over the scone, before putting it to his mouth. Hermione watched her husband enjoy her little treat, smiling at the same time. "Have one," he said.
"No it's okay."
"NO! Have one!" he then stuck one in her mouth. Hermione choked, but managed to swallow it. "It's good right?"
"Yes," she answered, taking her tongue and running it over her lips after swallowing it. Draco watched her with animalistic hunger, before he gulped down the last piece. There were no more scones left, and he wondered if she'd bake more for him by the end of the day.
"Here, you have some whip cream on the side of your lips," he said, pointing to a part. Hermione rubbed her cheeks.
"No, it's more the right."
"There," he pointed.
"Dammit let's not start this again!" she exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips. Draco smirked, before leaning over to close the space between them.
Hermione rubbed her mouth again. "Now?"
"No… it's still there."
Draco laughed, and she started laughing herself. Just then, he leaned over and licked it off for her. Hermione blushed shyly, and then he pulled a strand of hair out of her face.
"Don't be afraid of me, dearest Hermione." He said softly.
She looked up at his stormy eyes and swallowed. "I'm not afraid," she tired to say bravely.
"Do you realize we're doing what we did in our honeymoon?" he asked.
She laughed. "Y-yes."
"I thought so… now if you're not afraid, then why are you stuttering?" he asked, leaning in more. His breath tickled the sensitive part at the back of her neck. Hermione's knees started to tremble, and she leaned back against the counter even more forcefully. Draco smirked to himself as he thought about the effect he was having on her.
Suddenly, when she spoke it provoked him out of his sexual world. "Why do you call me Mudblood?" she asked. Draco groaned.
"Is that all you care about? After all this?"
"After all what?" she asked innocently, battling her eyelashes at him. What she did with those eyes just drove him mad. He leaned into the crook of her neck, before flicking his tongue gently across her soft skin. And then that topic was dismissed.
"Your skin is so soft and perfect," he whispered, planting another kiss there.
"Mmm," she moaned, moving her hands up to his sides, running it all over his body. All of the moans and laughs she made, this one was the most beautiful thing Draco had ever heard. He sucked on her flesh, giving her a big love-bite visible enough for everybody to observe and know that she was claimed. Hermione then pushed his hair back behind his ears. "I'm still hungry," she said.
He smirked. "Want more?"
"No, I have a craving for… toast."
"What? After all this seducing all you want is a piece of toast?" Draco said, disheartened, annoyed yet amused. She smirked.
"Yes! Do you want to cook with me?"
"Oh, alright." He finally gave in, before kissing her quickly on the lips.
Meanwhile, Narcissa heard most of their conversations. She smirked evilly to herself. 'Things are warming up in there… if only it would warm up sooner…'
~End of chapter 7~