More Than Meets the Eye

Chapter 10


Hermione sat propped up by the many pillows on the massive bed, watching the cheerful fire in the hearth. Ginny and Molly had helped her change into a white nightgown, brushed her hair, and had left her waiting for Draco, not ten minutes before. She continued to wait another five minutes before throwing the covers off of herself in disgust. “This is ridiculous!” she said out loud getting up. After wrapping the matching silk robe around herself, she walked to her new common room. A few minutes later the painting that served as their entrance opened. She looked up to see Draco walk in, wearing only dark pajama bottoms and an open robe.

He lifted a brow when he saw her on the sofa. “I know I talked about different places, but for tonight I planned to take a page from the Weasleys' book and stick to the bed.” When she didn't respond he walked to stand in front of her. “Any reason you're not in bed?”

“No not really,” she answered not looking at him.

He sighed softly and held his hand out to help her stand. Her eyes widened before she tentatively took his hand. Draco pulled her up, quickly moved around her and sat down, pulling her into his lap. “You want to try answering that truthfully now?”

Hermione looked into his eyes and decided to be open with him. “I know that it is traditional in the wizarding world for the bride to wait in bed for the groom, but it was just too awkward. I felt like the bloody heroine in a muggle romance novel, and a poorly written one at that.”
Draco bit back his grin at her answer. “How so?” he asked, not letting on that he had actually read a few before. He found that it had helped in his seduction of some of the flightier witches in his past.

“Well near the end of all historical romance books, the virginal bride waits in bed for her new, highly experienced husband to come deflower her. I half expect you to tell me that some official from the ministry will show up tomorrow to check our sheets for the virginal blood.”

“You mean the ceremony master.”

“Excuse me?”

“Its the ceremony master who comes, and he looks for evidence that the unification spell was cast, not blood.”

Hermione looked at him in shock. “Are you telling me that Dumbledore is going to visit us in the morning?” she asked slowly.

Draco smiled softly. “Usually yes, but I was able to convince him that it wasn't necessary. That thanks to our oaths, it'd be safe to assume that if we're both alive come Monday morning the spell had been cast.”

“Thank Merlin,” she whispered lowering her forehead to rest against his shoulder. After a brief moment she lifted her head to look into his eyes. “Thank you Draco. I don't think I could have handled his twinkling eyes tomorrow.”

Draco laughed at her comment. “Well you won't have to see his eyes until Sunday. So in the muggle world the bride no longer waits for the groom to come to her?”

“It might still happen in some cultures, but in most no.”

“If we were muggles what would happen instead?”

“Well we would have left the reception together, you would have carried me across the threshold and then....” she trailed off blushing to the roots.

“Then?” he prompted delighting in her reaction.

“Um, and then we would have helped each other undress and prepare for bed,” she finished, her blush deepening.

Draco grinned wickedly. “Hmmm....maybe Muggles do have good ideas occasionally,” he replied lowering his lips to her neck.

“Draco!” she responded indignantly.

His lips curved into a smile against her skin. “My dear, you've been trying to get me to see the value of Muggles and Muggleborns for years. You really shouldn't be outraged when I find something redeeming about them,” he answered playfully, caressing her leg through the silky gown.

“You're an obnoxious bastard you know that right?” she asked rolling her eyes.

Draco moved his mouth to nibble on her ear. “Hermione, I am a pureblood wizard. It would be nearly impossible for me to be a bastard. Why do you think that this law is necessary?”

Hermione bit back a moan as his hands and mouth continued to explore her body. She knew that his comments were more to distract her than an actual representation of his beliefs. At least she hoped so. When one of his hands grazed her breast she moaned softly and bit her bottom lip, forgetting his warning.

“That's an excellent idea,” he whispered before covering her lips with his own. He gently ran his tongue over them until she opened for him. After exploring her mouth for awhile he slowly retreated, and thrilled when her tongue followed. He was attempting to take his time so she wouldn't be too nervous. It quickly became obvious that she had other ideas. Draco groaned into her mouth as her warm hands moved against his chest. When they drifted lower to play with the top of his pajamas, he knew that he needed to take control of the situation before he forgot all of his plans and consummated their marriage right here and now. Making sure that he had her securely in his arms he stood and started walking towards the bedroom.

He crossed into the room and released her legs so that she was standing in front of him. Kissing her neck in order to distract her, he undid the knot securing her robe. Sliding his hands under the material he slipped it from her body. He continued to kiss and run his hands over her as he lead her to the bed, shedding his own robe on the way. When the back of her legs were against the bed, he gently lifted her, placed her in the middle and knelt next to her.

Draco looked at her and noticed that she was clutching the sheets beneath her. Her face had become pale and she was bitting her lip again. He sighed softly. His lioness had fled and her nerves were back. He gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

Hermione anxiously shifted her eyes to look at the blond next to her. She was surprised to see compassion in the silver eyes. She took a deep breath, and decided to be completely honest with him. “I don't know what to do. What if I don't please you?”

Draco ran his hand through her hair. “Hermione there will be times when we fuck, and sometimes we'll shag, but tonight we are going to make love. I know that you are most comfortable when you are in control, but I ask that you be willing to give up control and let me make this night about you. Do you trust me?”

Hermione looked deeply in his eyes and realized that he was being completely sincere. Unable to voice her answer she nodded.

“Don't worry about pleasing me. I have no doubt that you will,” he assured her as he leaned down to kiss her. He wasn't concerned when she tensed as soon as he touched her. He knew that the night would be fine once he was able to get her to stop thinking and let go.

Hermione sighed. She wished she could relax. His kiss was just as sweet as the one they had shared following their commitment ceremony, but now there was sex looming over them. She silently wondered if a meaningful love making session was worth all the hassle and tension. It was certainly more awkward than a quick, heated tumble would have been.

Draco lifted his head to look at her from head to toe. He frowned when he realized part of the problem. While the long silk nightgown served its purpose of portraying her as the pure and virginal bride she was, it simply had too much material. In order for him to touch her he would need to remove it, but she wasn't ready for that yet. “Hermione, you have a choice. I can either rip your gown or I can transfigure it. Which would you prefer?”

Seeing her answer in her eyes, he waved his hand, and she was now clad in a pair of white shorts and a tank with spaghetti straps. He smirked when she looked at him with a mixture of surprise and admiration for his display of wandless magic. “What? I told you I was good.”

She giggled and the tension between them broke. He gave her another small smile before kissing her softly. He placed small kisses over her face, neck and shoulders, before moving to kneel at her feet. Picking up one foot he began to carefully massage it, paying close attention to the toes. He knew that he was good when it came to massages. Maybe too good, he thought to himself when he looked up and saw that she was relaxed to the point of sleepiness. This will not do! He quickly brought his mouth down to kiss and suck a toe. She gasped as her eyes flew open. Well that did the trick.

He slowly started to kiss, lick and suck his way up her leg. He noted all the places where her breath caught, or she moaned in pleasure and tucked that information away for future reference. By the time he reached the bottom of her shorts he could smell the start of her arousal. Draco kissed his way down, earning a loud moan when he spent some extra time on the back of her knee. Giving her ankle a final kiss he switched to her other foot and gave it the same attention. When he reached her core, he could tell from her strong scent that she was now dripping. If he wanted to, he could speed things up a bit. Draco quickly decided that he didn't want to. He was going to pay her back for the torture that she had inflicted on him the previous week. Shifting his head, he kissed her stomach and watched goosebumps rise across her skin. Raising her top slightly he nibbled on her ribs. Lifting her gently he removed the white material. Merlin! he thought seeing her for the first time. He had planned on fully pleasuring her before taking her, but he wasn't sure if his aching cock would let him. Glancing up at her, he noticed the uncertainty in her eyes. “Hermione you are so beautiful,” he whispered before dropping his mouth to suck on a pebbled nipple.

Hermione arched into him. He felt so amazing against her bare skin. “Draco please,” she whimpered, pulling him closer.

Please what? he silently asked in her head.

“Please make love to me.”

“I am making love to you,” he answered with a smile before switching to her other breast.

“Draco, please, I need more,” she moaned, squirming against him.

“Don't worry love, we'll get there.”

Hermione growled in frustration. Bending her knees, she hooked the waistband of his pajamas in her toes, and yanked them down.

Draco looked at her in shock. He couldn't believe that she had just stripped him! Recovering, he started to chuckle. “Don't be so impatient little minx, I promised that we'd get there.”

Hermione slowly lowered her gaze to look at him. Her eyes widened when she saw his erect member. Its so big! she thought to herself. She reached a trembling hand out to touch him, hesitating when it twitched.

Draco sharply breathed in. The feel of her virginal hand on him almost causing him to explode. “Harder,” he told her covering her hand with his. Locking eyes with her, he showed her how to pleasure him. The knowledge that he was the first, and would be the only wizard that she would do this with excited him beyond his understanding. He released her hand when he felt her confidence grow. He groaned when she rubbed his tip with her thumb. As he came with a grunt, he thanked whatever deity that might be listening for giving him such an attentive wife. “What's wrong?” he asked when he noticed her troubled expression.

“Should I have done that? Won't it make completing our binding tonight difficult? I mean I know that it takes guys awhile to recover and...”

“Hermione,” Draco started, interrupting her rambling with a sated smile. It still amazed him at how innocent she was. “First of all, I am seventeen. My recovery time isn't that long. Second, it wouldn't surprise me if the mead that we had during the ceremony was laced with a rejuvenation potion that would allow us to shag all night long if we so wished. Don't worry about the binding. The slight delay will allow me to prepare you more.” He grinned at her. “Speaking of....” he said before dropping his mouth to hers. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he ran his hands over her near naked body. He soon had her back to pleading with him. Watching her face, he slipped a hand into her shorts to slide a finger against her wet slit.

She whimpered when he brushed against her. His fingers felt so much better than her own. When he pressed one finger into her, she bucked against him, whispering his name.

Draco added a second finger and started to stretch her. After he had loosened her a little, he added a third finger. Moving them in and out, he could tell that she was close. He brushed her nub with his thumb, and she came with a shout, flooding his hand with her juices. Giving her only a brief moment to recover, he removed his hand, finished undressing her, and placed his mouth where his hand had been.

“Ahyi!” Hermione yelled. She was still shaking from her first orgasm, and the feel of his tongue in her was quickly bringing her to a second. She had thought that nothing could feel better than his fingers. She was wrong. His mouth was incredible! The world was quickly slipping away from her. “Dracooo!”

Draco moved so that his head was at her entrance. Taking a deep breath, he drew back slightly, and thrust into her. Her eyes flew open and she let out a strangled gasp. Silver grey and coffee brown met, and he hated seeing the pain there. “Are you okay?” he asked horsely, straining to remain still. Merlin she is so tight! A tear escaped, as she nodded shakily. “I'm sorry love. I didn't want to warn you out of fear that you'd tense up and it would hurt more,” he told her, wiping away the tear. “You just let me know when you're ready, okay?” He kissed her lightly after her second nod. He caressed her body until he felt her relax, moaning when she shifted her hips forward. Taking this as a sigh to continue he slowly started to move. Struggling to remain in control, he pumped in and out of her. She felt so good, he knew that he wouldn't last very long, but he wanted this to be pleasurable for her too. Moving her knees forward so he could thrust deeper and move against her more, he sped up. Reaching between them he rubbed her clit in rhythm to his motions. When she clenched around him, he let himself go. After a couple of frantic thrusts he came moaning her name, shooting his seed deep within her. He collapsed against her, and lay there enjoying the aftermath of their coupling. Suddenly remembering the spell, he shifted slightly and whispered the incantation.

Hermione was deciding that she like the feel of his weight on top of her when she heard his whispered words. All of a sudden a sharp pain spread throughout her body. She knew that Draco was experiencing the same sensation by his tension and muffled groan. After about thirty seconds the pain disappeared to be replaced by a soothing warmth.

Draco rolled them so that they lay facing each other. “Hello wife.”

Hermione smiled softly. “Draco, what just happened?”

He stared at her, his face a mixture of surprise and concern. “You mean you don't know?”

“No,” she answered slowly, now fearful of what his answer would be.

“Merlin, Hermione! I'm so sorry,” he answered drawing her into his arms. “I assumed that Molly had explained it to you, but I should have made sure. The last thing you needed tonight was another surprise. I'm sorry.”

Hermione drew back far enough to look at him. What the hell is wrong with him? The Draco Malfoy I know would be rubbing my nose in the fact that there was something I didn't know.

Draco saw her look and gave her a wry smile. “I know, I know, I sound like a sap, but its all your fault.”

“How in the name of Xerses is it my fault?” she asked, her surprise growing when she heard her words. Where had that come from? And who the hell is Xerses anyway?

He laughed at her expression. “The binding spell splits a piece of your magical core and gives it to the other person. This is what makes divorce in the wizarding world impossible. You are no longer wholly yourself, so you can't ever be truly divided from your spouse as long as they live. Since our emotions, our souls if you wish, are so closely linked to our magical cores, sometimes personality traits transfer as well. Apparently I have received some sentimentality from you.”

“Does this mean I'm going to start acting like an egotistical prat?”

“I'm not a prat, and there is nothing wrong with self confidence. If I've given you a burst of confidence, then you've received the better end of the deal.”

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “Well to uphold the Slytherin tradition of renaming things. There is nothing wrong with tenderness. Most women find tenderness in a man very sexy,” she finished stifling a yawn. “I thought that it was the wizard who was suppose to be tired after sex.”

“The core transfer is very draining and today was long,” he replied shifting them so that they were now under the covers. “Enjoy me being all mushy and poetic while you can. Thankfully it should diminish in the next couple of days.”

“Pity, I rather like you acting all tender,” she mumbled sleepily. “Besides you shouldn't be so quick to get rid of it. Just think of it as an addition to the Malfoy charm.”

Draco watched her drift off into dreamland. As he lay there he focused in on her magical core. As with their emotions, in a few days their cores would merge to become indistinguishable, but for now he could feel hers inside of him. Although it felt a bit strange to have magical ability that he was unable to tap into, he was amazed at the similar, yet completely unique power source surging through him. Giving her a final kiss, he snuggled closer and closed his eyes to join her in slumber.

A/N: Well there you guys go, some steam. Sorry that it took me so long to update. The good news is that I am half way through typing the next chapter, so if all things go well I should be able to get it up this weekend.