Dramione Oneshots

Ride

Title: Ride

Writer: Smile4meDraco

Summary:  There are 129 ways for one to snag a husband, or so they say. Hermione doesn't care to test that theory, but when Draco Malfoy persuades her to participate for Valentine's day will she become a firm believer?

Hermione scoffed as she read through the archaic article that was currently sitting delicately in her fingers, "Honestly,'Read the obituaries to find eligible widowers,' as if that isn't tasteless enough," she scoffed again as her eyes darted over the aged Witch Weekly Magazine that had been so generously gifted to her earlier that morning.

"What are you on about now Granger?" Malfoy drawled from the other end of the bath, rubbing gently on her calves.

"This!" she hissed, flapping the ridiculous magazine in the air, "This is what I'm on about!" she said huffing as he leaned over snatching it from her.

She huffed once more and leaned back into the porcelain, letting her damp bun bounce against the wall. She crossed her arms and watched as the man in front of her skimmed over the ridiculous piece of trash that she was sure Rita Skeeter had managed to write in a past life.

Her and Draco Malfoy had been...well, seeing each other was definitely not the right definition for whatever they had going on, and fucking was just too crude a word for her to say, well, whatever it was that the two had agreed upon, had been a hushed affair for the past two and a half years. As far as third parties were concerned Draco Malfoy simply worked at Hogwarts and Hermione was frankly too busy to make time for a personal life.

A roaring laugh jarred her from her thoughts as he threw the magazine near the door. Something, if it had been any other type of book, would garner a very stern lecture from the witch, "I'm pretty sure Zabini's mom tried number fourteen a few times, obviously it worked to some extent because she's on marriage, eight now if I'm not mistaken," Draco laughed again going back to his ministrations.

She shook her head, "I swear, you're impossible Malfoy," she said kicking some water in his chest just to watch it slide down his skin back into the tub.

"Where'd you even find that thing?" he asked, head bobbing in the direction of the discarded magazine.

"Pansy," she groaned rubbing her hands over her eyes, "Apparently a long since failed relationship with her husband means I'm currently in the market for a husband. Hermione Weasley doesn't even sound the least bit charming."

"Quite reprehensible," he agreed pulling her legs to wrap around his waist, her bottom gliding smoothly over the basin of the tub until she was sitting on his thighs, "I don't think a world wherein I can't call you Granger on a daily basis sounds correct."

"Sounds utterly ridiculous," she agreed adjusting herself to straddle him, water splashing over the side of the tub as she positioned herself to glide smoothly on his cock.

"Granger," he growled into her neck as he bucked his hips up impatiently.

"That's Professor Granger to you, Mr. Malfoy," she hissed as she lowered herself onto him, relishing in the way that his teeth nipped at her neck and his hands expertly cupped her arse making sure to bury himself inside of her fully before she was allowed any further movement.

A low moan emitted from the back of her throat as he began to work her up and down his length filling her in a way that only he had ever managed. This, this was perfectly fine the way it was, she didn't need some stupid proposal to make her feel like a whole woman, the sounds Malfoy was currently making were reassuring enough that she was doing what she was supposed to.