Dramione textfic | Muggle AU | Hermione is a chalet girl | Draco is a rich guest on vacation | French Alps aesthetic | side NottPott | things will get heated NSFW warning ⚠️ | polls throughout - adventure fic | help me name this thing 💕
Poll #1 - Do we want the Owners and associates of FiveOhSix to have a group chat? 👀
Poll #2 - Is Blaise…
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Hermione, Harry and Ginny touchdown on base!
Poll #3 - How steaming do they get? (This will influence the nights events)
Poll #4 - Does Hermione start working on Sunday, one day early?
Poll #5 - How much do I stuff Britishisms into the potential drunk escapades? E.g. lathered, blotto-ed, paralytic, rat-arsed, trollied, utterly car-parked 😂
Poll #6 - I really want to write Harry with adhd because I think it fits in this version of him. Plus the carnage it would inspire can only serve the plot imo. If I make light of it, it’s only because I’m taking the piss out of myself 😂
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“/He/ has none, thank you. He is as youthful as today is,” Draco smiled widely, watching his daughter’s face transform from confusion to understanding.
“It’s night time, Papa!”
The tot giggled and continued to count while Hermione nestled herself into her husband’s side.
“Ooh, that’s a lot of wrinkles,” Hermione joked, sucking in a breath between her teeth when Lyra stopped counting at seven! Seven whole wrinkles! “Maybe you are /finally/ getting old. Catching up to me, it seems.”
“Baby? All okay?” He asked while shuffling the various items within his hands.
Dog lead to the right, phone to the left.
“Yeah…” She said, background noise loud in his ear.
The single word along with a telling pause was enough for Draco’s pulse to quicken.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
Now Draco had studied his partner of one year intensely. He’d had to. Not only because he had wished to understand the inner workings of him mind out of curiosity. But because she was unlike anyone he’d ever met and sometimes she needed his help.
Can he do this? Can he sleep with the witch who drives him mad with endless longing? Can he have sex with her knowing that it isn’t only him that she wants?
“—I need you,” she’s saying though her eyes flick between three sets, not one.
Draco’s bed, defining his perfect image of her, but her hands wander over her own skin for more than only his pleasure.
Potter is the first to crawl onto the bed alongside her. He’s the first to promise his body while his lips tease hers apart.
Theo is next. He follows his
boyfriend diligently and lets Granger unbuckle his belt and dive her hands inside to find the treasure within.
Potter massages her bare breasts, perky and flushed, while he rolls his hips, letting her feel the affects of her seduction upon her thigh. Draco feels like an