Seven Ways In Seven Days: Day 4
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Day Four
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"Apples, mustard, bread, milk, salmon, onions, wine. Apples, mustard, bread, milk, salmon, onions, wine. Apples, mustard, bread milk, soybeans, onions... wait, soybeans?" Hermione stopped walking and placed her hand on her hip, mentally running down her list of items to purchase at the market, counting each item on her fingers in hopes of jogging her memory.
"I knew I should have written it down," she said, the tiniest hint of irritation in her voice. She began walking to the farmer's market near her home. Hermione loved the market. She loved the way it was jam-packed full of choosy consumers and clever salesman. She loved the back and forth bargaining between customer and seller, and she loved the way the market always changed, that you could never quite find the
same thing twice.
She had risen early, knowing that the best items would be gone as the day went on, and left her sleeping husband curled up in bed. As much as she had wanted to stay there with him, warm and sated, she had things to do. She was planning on making him a special dinner tonight, partly to prove to him that she was a "good" wife, a traditional wife, happy to spend her time in the kitchen, and partly because she had been dying to try out some of the pots and pans they had received as wedding gifts.
She had agonized the entire time she bathed, dressed, and combed her hair over what to buy for dinner. She thought about lamb, but decided against it. She thought about oysters, remembering that they were an aphrodisiac, and decided against that also. They didn't need any extra help to get in the mood, she conceded. That's when she decided on salmon, remembering how much Draco enjoyed the flavour.
"Salmon!" Hermione gasped, pleased to have remembered the forgotten item. She hummed happily as she reached the open-air market, savoring the smells and the sounds.
Her purchases were quick and effortless; Hermione was almost disappointed in the lack of bargaining she had done so far. She was reaching up high, on the tips of her toes, inspecting a stalk of celery when she saw her basket of groceries floating away. Her eyes narrowed and she took a deep, calming breath. She didn’t want to make a scene in case some of the shoppers were Muggles, though no one seemed to notice that there was a basket floating in midair, so she followed the basket quietly, unsure of who or what was making it float.
The basket turned a sharp left into a secluded alley. Hermione grabbed her wand from the pocket of her blouse and turned sharply herself, ready to hex whoever was trying to steal her dinner.
Her husband was biting into an apple, one leg crossed over the other, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "You ought to be more careful, Granger," he drawled, using her former surname just to irritate her, "what would you have done if it wasn’t me?"
"I would have hexed whoever it was," she said, lowering her wand, "and I ought to hex you anyway."
"You don’t want to hex me," Draco said smugly.
"Well, I certainly don’t want to kiss you right now. You frightened me."
"We don’t have to kiss," he said huskily, tossing the apple on the ground and walking over to his wife, standing behind her. His deft hands cupped her arse brusquely, squeezing her once or twice.
"Oh, Draco, honestly! Not here!" she whispered, trying to put on her most serious face.
"Yes, Hermione. Here. Now." Draco was inching up her skirt now, using his other hand to move her hair to one side so he could kiss the nape of her neck.
Hermione trembled, shivering as the goose bumps danced across her skin. His lips were warm and they knew every curve, every line of her body. She knew then it would be futile to fight it, because once Draco wanted something, he was relentless until he got it.
Surrendering to the way his lips pressed against her skin, surrendering to the way he drew the heat right into the core of her, she turned her head so she could see him from the corner of her eye. He smiled, knowing he’d won, and nibbled at her ear. She reached to pull down her knickers, but Draco grabbed her wrist.
"No, Hermione. Like this," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, his breath moist against her ear. He lifted her skirt up to her waist and roughly pushed aside her knickers, immediately burying two of his fingers inside of her.
She tensed around the intrusion, slowly relaxing as her body began to react to him. She bit her lip and leaned forward, pressing her arms against the brick building. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard his trousers unzip, and she froze.
"Draco, wait!"
Hermione could feel his cock at the tip of her entrance and knew if she were to turn around, she'd see an impatient scowl on Draco’s face.
"What am I waiting for?" he asked quickly, not even attempting to hide the frustration in his voice.
"The salmon. It’s going to spoil," she whispered insistently.
Draco’s hand grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Sod the salmon, Hermione," he hissed as he pushed himself inside of her. "You're a Malfoy now," he said, thrusting into her, cupping her breast with his other hand, fingering her nipple through her blouse, "you can always buy more."
Hermione wanted to argue with him, she wanted to blurt out that haste makes waste, but coherency was slipping away from her as he slid in and out of her, and she found herself not caring about the salmon, not caring about anything but his cock invading her over and over.
It was so quiet in the alley, just the sound of their exertion. She pressed against him, meeting his thrusts with furious abandon, whimpering each time he slid all the way inside her. His fingers dug into her hips, and Hermione cared not that it would leave a bruise. Draco tried to steady himself, but he loved taking Hermione this way. She felt so hot and tight around his cock and he couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing.
Draco moved his hand from her hip so that his hand was between her thighs, taking her clitoris in between two fingers and pulling gently. "Ohh," Hermione gasped, leaning down just a bit more to give him deeper access. He moved his hand yet again, this time, slipping a moistened finger inside Hermione’s arse, grinning at the noises his wife was making as a result. He moved his finger slowly, in and out, in and out, admiring how amazing she felt.
He still had his other hand fisted in her hair, so he pulled it hard, eliciting a surprised moan from Hermione. "Shhhh," he admonished, not wanting to draw attention to them. His thrusts were forceful and rapid and he couldn’t remain steady any longer and he was crashingcrashingcrashing, until he gasped and cursed, pulling out of her and coming on her arse with an almost primal intensity, shuddering with pleasure as he finally let go of her hair.
Several moments passed and after Draco started gaining his composure once more, Hermione cleaned herself off. "Why were you so rough?" she asked. Her tone was not accusatory, merely curious.
He smirked as he zipped up his trousers. "Because," he said as he picked up the basket, noting that the salmon appeared to be just fine, "you didn't kiss me goodbye this morning."
Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled, grabbing his free hand and leading him out of the alley. "“My apologies," she said, laughing. "But if what you just did was supposed to be a punishment, I won’t ever kiss you goodbye again."
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Day Four
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"Apples, mustard, bread, milk, salmon, onions, wine. Apples, mustard, bread, milk, salmon, onions, wine. Apples, mustard, bread milk, soybeans, onions... wait, soybeans?" Hermione stopped walking and placed her hand on her hip, mentally running down her list of items to purchase at the market, counting each item on her fingers in hopes of jogging her memory.
"I knew I should have written it down," she said, the tiniest hint of irritation in her voice. She began walking to the farmer's market near her home. Hermione loved the market. She loved the way it was jam-packed full of choosy consumers and clever salesman. She loved the back and forth bargaining between customer and seller, and she loved the way the market always changed, that you could never quite find the
same thing twice.
She had risen early, knowing that the best items would be gone as the day went on, and left her sleeping husband curled up in bed. As much as she had wanted to stay there with him, warm and sated, she had things to do. She was planning on making him a special dinner tonight, partly to prove to him that she was a "good" wife, a traditional wife, happy to spend her time in the kitchen, and partly because she had been dying to try out some of the pots and pans they had received as wedding gifts.
She had agonized the entire time she bathed, dressed, and combed her hair over what to buy for dinner. She thought about lamb, but decided against it. She thought about oysters, remembering that they were an aphrodisiac, and decided against that also. They didn't need any extra help to get in the mood, she conceded. That's when she decided on salmon, remembering how much Draco enjoyed the flavour.
"Salmon!" Hermione gasped, pleased to have remembered the forgotten item. She hummed happily as she reached the open-air market, savoring the smells and the sounds.
Her purchases were quick and effortless; Hermione was almost disappointed in the lack of bargaining she had done so far. She was reaching up high, on the tips of her toes, inspecting a stalk of celery when she saw her basket of groceries floating away. Her eyes narrowed and she took a deep, calming breath. She didn’t want to make a scene in case some of the shoppers were Muggles, though no one seemed to notice that there was a basket floating in midair, so she followed the basket quietly, unsure of who or what was making it float.
The basket turned a sharp left into a secluded alley. Hermione grabbed her wand from the pocket of her blouse and turned sharply herself, ready to hex whoever was trying to steal her dinner.
Her husband was biting into an apple, one leg crossed over the other, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "You ought to be more careful, Granger," he drawled, using her former surname just to irritate her, "what would you have done if it wasn’t me?"
"I would have hexed whoever it was," she said, lowering her wand, "and I ought to hex you anyway."
"You don’t want to hex me," Draco said smugly.
"Well, I certainly don’t want to kiss you right now. You frightened me."
"We don’t have to kiss," he said huskily, tossing the apple on the ground and walking over to his wife, standing behind her. His deft hands cupped her arse brusquely, squeezing her once or twice.
"Oh, Draco, honestly! Not here!" she whispered, trying to put on her most serious face.
"Yes, Hermione. Here. Now." Draco was inching up her skirt now, using his other hand to move her hair to one side so he could kiss the nape of her neck.
Hermione trembled, shivering as the goose bumps danced across her skin. His lips were warm and they knew every curve, every line of her body. She knew then it would be futile to fight it, because once Draco wanted something, he was relentless until he got it.
Surrendering to the way his lips pressed against her skin, surrendering to the way he drew the heat right into the core of her, she turned her head so she could see him from the corner of her eye. He smiled, knowing he’d won, and nibbled at her ear. She reached to pull down her knickers, but Draco grabbed her wrist.
"No, Hermione. Like this," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, his breath moist against her ear. He lifted her skirt up to her waist and roughly pushed aside her knickers, immediately burying two of his fingers inside of her.
She tensed around the intrusion, slowly relaxing as her body began to react to him. She bit her lip and leaned forward, pressing her arms against the brick building. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard his trousers unzip, and she froze.
"Draco, wait!"
Hermione could feel his cock at the tip of her entrance and knew if she were to turn around, she'd see an impatient scowl on Draco’s face.
"What am I waiting for?" he asked quickly, not even attempting to hide the frustration in his voice.
"The salmon. It’s going to spoil," she whispered insistently.
Draco’s hand grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Sod the salmon, Hermione," he hissed as he pushed himself inside of her. "You're a Malfoy now," he said, thrusting into her, cupping her breast with his other hand, fingering her nipple through her blouse, "you can always buy more."
Hermione wanted to argue with him, she wanted to blurt out that haste makes waste, but coherency was slipping away from her as he slid in and out of her, and she found herself not caring about the salmon, not caring about anything but his cock invading her over and over.
It was so quiet in the alley, just the sound of their exertion. She pressed against him, meeting his thrusts with furious abandon, whimpering each time he slid all the way inside her. His fingers dug into her hips, and Hermione cared not that it would leave a bruise. Draco tried to steady himself, but he loved taking Hermione this way. She felt so hot and tight around his cock and he couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing.
Draco moved his hand from her hip so that his hand was between her thighs, taking her clitoris in between two fingers and pulling gently. "Ohh," Hermione gasped, leaning down just a bit more to give him deeper access. He moved his hand yet again, this time, slipping a moistened finger inside Hermione’s arse, grinning at the noises his wife was making as a result. He moved his finger slowly, in and out, in and out, admiring how amazing she felt.
He still had his other hand fisted in her hair, so he pulled it hard, eliciting a surprised moan from Hermione. "Shhhh," he admonished, not wanting to draw attention to them. His thrusts were forceful and rapid and he couldn’t remain steady any longer and he was crashingcrashingcrashing, until he gasped and cursed, pulling out of her and coming on her arse with an almost primal intensity, shuddering with pleasure as he finally let go of her hair.
Several moments passed and after Draco started gaining his composure once more, Hermione cleaned herself off. "Why were you so rough?" she asked. Her tone was not accusatory, merely curious.
He smirked as he zipped up his trousers. "Because," he said as he picked up the basket, noting that the salmon appeared to be just fine, "you didn't kiss me goodbye this morning."
Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled, grabbing his free hand and leading him out of the alley. "“My apologies," she said, laughing. "But if what you just did was supposed to be a punishment, I won’t ever kiss you goodbye again."
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