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“Ah fuck, “ Draco moaned as he thrusted into Hermione’s tight cunt.
They only had fifteen minutes being away from their family and friends in Draco’s bed- well, his and Hermione’s now bedroom's bathroom, before anyone called for them.
Draco had been hard ever since Hermione said, “I do.”, he could barely keep it together. He had to conceal his crotch area with a notice-me-not charm. He swore he was almost bursting when Hermione refused to take off her wedding dress.
“People will ask questions, and I refuse to tell them why my hair and my dress are all over the place!” Hermione said between kisses, moaning when Draco moved to kiss her neck and her clavicle. He ripped open her dress to bring out her breasts so he could suck on her nipples.
He loved her breasts so much, they were so beautiful. Just like her face and everything about her. He loved Hermione, his wife, and he’s going to fuck his wife so good. Oh, he can’t wait.
Draco breathed heavily, groaning when he twisted her nipples and she arched her back. Fuck.
“We have charms for that, Hermione, I wanna see your face as we make love for the first time as husband and wife!” Hermione helped Draco get his belt off.
“Oh, grow up, Malfoy, and just fucking get in me!”
She had bent over the counter, gathering her dress and lifted it up, bunching it around her chest to get it out of the way.
In true Hermione fashion, she had also charmed on a timer for ten minutes. Whether they got to orgasm or not, they were not leaving their family and friends for more than fifteen minutes, and they had already used five for Draco to kiss her and eat her out against the bathroom door like he came from the desert and her cunt was fresh water.
Hermione was still dripping, and Draco had to go through his reception with a hard cock, the outline somehow seen through concealment charm, then so be it!
There were too many of them, and Hermione refused to be the center of attention more than necessary.
Being the Malfoys’ new Muggleborn bride was enough attention.
She was literally shaking, jumping a bit when Draco had grabbed her waist to steady her, as he entered her wet, dripping cunt.
“Please, please, please,” Hermione said, gasping and tapping the counter for Draco to hurry the fuck up.
Draco took a glance at the mirror and the visual that he saw…Draco thought she looked like a vision with her dress bunching up to her chest, her breasts out, her hair miraculously surviving, and her face was red with exasperation and arousal. She was biting her lips, tears in her eyes, and Draco couldn’t help but rub his cock against the lips of her cunt.
Hermione moaned, her lips in an ‘o’, her tongue out, eyes rolled back, hips wiggling to entice Draco to put his cock inside her.
“Oh, ffuck,” Draco moaned loudly when he did, and Hermione mirrored his moans. Soon, he was moving fast and hard; Hermione had never felt that turned on in her entire life. Her nipples were protruding and were grazing the counter with every thrust that Draco was giving her.
Hermione couldn’t think; it had felt so good. They haven’t had sex these past few days. They had been so busy with their bachelorette and bachelor party set up by their friends. And then a second round of the same party with all of their friends. Then Hermione had this Muggle tradition where they couldn’t see each other for twenty-four hours before the wedding. It was a lot for Draco.
The sound that his cock made as it repeatedly came in and out of Hermione’s cunt was a sinful sound that Draco hoped no one else could ever get to hear. The rhythmic sound of their movements filled the room, embarrassingly loud as it echoed throughout the bathroom. Thank Salazar, for privacy charms. It was almost embarrassing how the sound was making them even more aroused.
Draco usually liked to take his time with Hermione, pleasing her twice before making her cum with his cock, but he really couldn’t wait, and they were in a time crunch.
Draco felt like coming, but Hermione hadn’t come yet, so to avoid his own orgasm, he thought of their family and friends downstairs, waiting for them, he thought of his father’s peacocks chasing him yesterday as Theo dared him to outrun them, and the thought of Ronald Weasley’s face-
Draco felt his thighs wet, “Baby…did you…Did you just come?”
“Did I?” Hermione gasped. “I can’t tell,” she said, smiling as Draco thrust fast and hard. “It felt so good, baby, you fuck me so good, oh oh oh right there baby.”
Hermione was a blabbering mess, and he knew he had to hold back; he wanted them to really enjoy the ten minutes of them consummating their marriage.
Both of them were breathing hard, gasping, moaning, and groaning. Echoes of ‘oh’s and ‘ah’s as Draco switched between grinding his cock against her and thrusting his cock. The feeling of being inside of her was warm and safe; Draco himself was in tears. She felt so good.
“I’m coming again,” Hermione gasped. “Dra-co, I’m co-coming.”
“No, no wait, please, I- come with me, wait with me, baby please,“ Draco begged.
“I can’t,” Hermione said, in tears, overwhelmed with the sensation. Her moans started to be in high pitch as she held back from orgasming. Her skin was covered in goosepimples; it had felt so good. Her hand that was resting on the counter started to move; she didn’t know where to put it, her mind was filled with the need to orgasm, but also to hold it back for her husband.
“Yes, you can, please wait, baby, I wanna feel you come with me, please please,” Draco begged. He was so close to bursting, too, but he purposely delayed their orgasm together to heighten their experience together.
Hermione shook her head, crying, “I can’t.”
Her whole body started shaking; she was trying so hard not to come. She couldn't even keep herself upright anymore. Draco was holding her waist, supporting her weight, and fucked her hard.
Draco held her other hand at the counter, and Hermione gasped out loud, “I’m sorry, I can’t, I’m coming.”
“Fuck, me too, baby, I’m coming in you, fuck, Hermioneeee…”
“Oh Draaaaacoooo, fucckkkk!”
They held hands as they orgasmed together, Draco’s hips stuttered, and he bent over her, but careful not to put his weight on her.
They did it in seven minutes.
Draco pulled his cock out and watched his cum drip out of Hermione’s hole. It was so fucking hot, and no matter how many times he had seen this part played out, he would never get bored.
Hermione moaned as she threw a performance for Draco by squirting his cum out.
They both moaned.
Speaking of which… “Hey, Draco, did you cast contraception charm?”
Silence.
Meanwhile, at the reception, while Dramione was having fun:
“Where did they go?” Lucius asked. “I have German Minister Carl Acker to introduce to Hermione.”
“Darling, do you remember how hot it was right after our own wedding? That we needed to… relieve ourselves in our chamber?”
Lucius frowned.
“Remember?” Narcissa raised her eyebrows.”You were so…hard that we actually ruined my wedding dress before the actual reception, so I ended up having to ask your mother to help? And because of you, Bella had told everyone about our shamelessness at every Christmas ball for years?”
Lucius froze. Surely not? “But…they just said I do’s?”
“So were we, but you didn’t care about that 30 years ago?”
Lucius looked at his wife, his heart smiled at the memory. He loved her so much. They had a great wedding and a great sex that afternoon, and the night after.
“I don’t mind doing it now,” Lucius growled, as his hand rested on Narcissa’s back.
“Behave,” Narcissa said, almost purring.
“You don’t think they…” Richard asked Jean, his eyes looking around the hall for Hermione. They had just finished talking to Arthur and were trying to find Hermione to give their congratulations.
“Well, they’re young and newly married,” Jean said, sipping her champagne.
“Yes, but during their own reception?”
“Relax, Richard. We’re the parents here, we can entertain these people while our daughter is off gallivanting with her husband.”
Richard went pale. He looked for Lucius instead, distracting himself with Lucius’ odd pets.
“Alright, if they’re here in three minutes, that’s about twenty minutes, and I win,” Theo said.
“Hold on, you didn’t say twenty minutes, you said fifteen,” Lavender said, her hand resting on her baby bump while Ron wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulder.
“No, I said twenty to thirty.”
“Theodore, it’s not good to lie. You bet fifteen minutes,” Luna chimed in.
Theo sighed. “Fine, Lovegood. For you, I’ll surrender. Who knew Draco worked so slow.”
“Hey, Hermione’s dress is layered, give them a break,” Astoria said.
“Yeah, you have no idea how hard it is to have sex in your wedding dress,” Daphne said.
“We didn’t seem to have a hard time, though?” Blaise looked at his wife confusingly.
“Did you even see her dress compared to mine?” Daphne said, exasperated. “Hers is layered and intricately detailed as the new Malfoy bride. Narcissa had her hands all over that dress.”
“Ugh, I don’t know why I bet on this, but this is getting traumatising for me. Can they just get in here, and we can stop betting on how long my best friend has left to have sex with her new husband,” Ron said, shaking his head to shake off the mental image.
“If the charm held up, you owe me fifty galleons, Potter.”
“You’re on, Parkinson,” Ginny said, shaking hands with Pansy. “Or should I say Longbottom?”
Harry and Neville looked at their partners fondly.
James was babbling in Ginny’s arms as he looked at the ceiling. Pansy’s hand was in one of his hands, holding it up and down, following the baby’s motion.
“Hey, you guys,” Harry said loudly, quieting everyone’s conversations as the newlyweds entered the dining hall.
James shrieked happily when he saw his Aunt Mione.
“Where were you?” Theo said. “We’ve been worried sick!”
“Do you care to explain yourselves?” Ron chimed in.
“You‘re glowing, Hermione,” Luna said, smiling serenely at the couple.
“Yeah, we’ve been waiting,” Pansy said, smirking.
Draco and Hermione watched as their friends looked at them and smirked knowingly. Few hands exchanged galleons, and they sighed, knowing their friends knew that they had sex.