Their Greatest Mistake

Here it is, Chapter 10! And a little surprise for you! *snickers*

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Hermione returned to Saxe-Coburg Manor at four thirty in the afternoon complete with shopping bags galore and feeling more relaxed than she had in a week. Yes, she had to tell Harry, Ron, the entire Weasley family, Professor McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Tonks, Remus Lupin, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Professor Snape, and Pansy Parkinson that she was madly in love with Draco Malfoy – and him with her – that evening, but she believed that she actually could play the part now.

Ginny and Blaise Zabini were now in on the charade, and Ginny had promised to testify that Hermione had confided her feelings in her a few months prior, but she had promised not to tell anyone, and Blaise was also prepared to declare that he had helped them sneak around earlier in the summer. Of course, neither was true, but Hermione and Draco were only convinced that their respective best friends were the greatest people ever to walk the face of the Earth.

If anything, Hermione had finally accepted that what was happening after the party was what had been getting her through the day and what would probably get her through the party, as well. True, she was a little shy about letting Draco see her naked when they were both sober, and she would never admit it to him, but she was thoroughly looking forward to the promised shag session scheduled for after the last guest had left.

Now, they had not talked about it at all since The Incident (as Hermione had named the moment when she had walked in on Draco masturbating), but she had a plan, and she knew that he would go along with it.

Hermione Jane Granger Malfoy’s Plan #2
The first step was in wearing a gorgeous and sexy dress to the party. That was easily accomplished, as Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions – which had quickly turned into the equivalent of a Muggle shopping mall as soon as You-Know-Who had died – had the most amazing supply of robes. One of the new designers, Chloë Oliver, was Muggle-born, and relied on the style of Muggle stars as well as Witches for her inspiration, which resulted in the most amazing and beautiful clothes Hermione could imagine.

Among other things by Chloë Oliver, Hermione had bought a scoop-neck dress that had a light pink floral pattern under matching light pink ruffles, ended at her knees, and had a low, scoop back. It was sleeveless, and Hermione knew that if the weather persisted the way it was, she could possibly require a Warming Charm, but she hoped it would not come to that.

The plan was simple. Hermione would wear the dress, with her ringlets half-up and the Saxe-Coburg sapphires in her ears, and after the party ask Draco to help her take it off because she could not take the charm off the zipper herself as she couldn’t reach it. She would not be wearing anything underneath, and that would be when she would remind him about the deal. She was fully prepared, and getting rather excited and nervous about the night ahead of her.

It was strange and unknown for her to get so excited and worked up about a boy. Sure, he was a handsome, intelligent, witty, kind, chivalrous boy, but he was still a boy.

Well, her inner voice said, he is Draco Malfoy. That little thought bubbled up inside her as she moved from the Green Sitting Room to the East Wing. The East Wing consisted of two floors, like the entire manor, and the first floor was where the servants lived and the second was where the family and its guests lived. There was a guest house out in the middle of the maze, which was beyond the orchard and before the agriculture fields, but that was traditionally for a couple who had gotten married at the manor.

Entering her and Draco’s rooms, Hermione could here the WWN coming from the bedroom, and she entered slowly, as she was laden down with shopping bags and could not entirely make it through the door straight on.

Draco was actually on the balcony, engrossed in a book and sipping what looked like iced pumpkin juice. Smiling to herself – for she recognized that he was reading one of the Muggle novels she had – Hermione handed the bags to her two ladies’ maids who had followed her in.

“Jeanette, Charlotte, please put these in their proper places in my closet. I’ll be wearing the pink floral one tonight, so if you could find my matching pair of peep-toed pumps that would be lovely,” she instructed before moving out towards the balcony.

Since they had arrived at the manor, she and Draco had established a sort of schedule where whenever someone who did not know about the charade was around, they would act extremely lovey-dovey, and Hermione secretly hoped that eventually it would get to the point that they would just naturally do that in general.

She moved towards the chair in which Draco sat, and wrapped her arms around him from behind while bringing her mouth down to his ear. “’Lo, handsome,” she giggled, fully aware that Jeanette and Charlotte were listening to their every word, which was why she did it.

Draco, of course, quickly caught on, and smiled up at her, kissing her lips chastely before replying, “’Lo, beautiful.” He leaned forward, placing the book and the juice on the glass patio table that was next to him before reaching up and dragging Hermione onto his lap. Smiling happily, Hermione nestled her face into his neck while he placed one hand just under the skirt of her dress, right above her knee.

Butterflies flew in circles in Hermione’s stomach, and she had begun to kiss his neck softly before she even realized it. His hand began to rise up her leg, and when it had just about reached the waistband of her panties Jeanette called from the door, “Your Grace, we’ll just be leaving, if that’s alright.”

Groaning in frustration a little, Hermione stopped her ministrations to call out, “Yes, that sounds lovely. I’ll need to start getting ready around five, and then we’re expecting everyone around six thirty. Please send someone in to assist Madam Malfoy!”

Once Jeanette and Charlotte had left, Hermione let out a frustrated sigh. “We’ll never be able to do this,” she moaned, putting her face in her hands.

“I don’t know about that,” Draco responded, and with an ease his wife did not expect, picked her up bridal style and carried her into their rooms. “We just have to practice being a couple fully in love, that’s all,” he assured her.

Giggling a little, Hermione questioned, “And how, exactly, do we do that?”

He set her down, to her surprise, and immediately entwined his fingers in his, pulling her close. “Darling, what do you think of my new shirt? Fine enough quality for you?”

Catching on to his game, she ran her fingers over his chest, pretending to examine the fabric. “It seems to have passed inspection, but I am a little worried about my new bra. Do you think it covers enough?” she asked boldly, losing the fight to keep the heat from her face.

His face contorted as he mock contemplated her question. To her disappointment, he dropped her hand, although to her happiness he stepped behind her to unzip her dress and then, as it fell to the floor, helped her step out of it before standing before her staring intently at her breasts.

After a few quiet moments, he took one finger and ran it along the lace experimentally. When she arched her back trying to get more contact, he cupped one breast with his hand, massaging it through the fabric and pinching the nipple while she moaned. As he moved to the other one, Hermione decided to take it upon herself to make sure he understood that she wanted this.

Slowly, she undid the clasp on her back and let the material fall forward until she was half naked standing in the middle of her and Draco’s bedroom. He looked deep into her eyes as he bent down a little and took one nipple into his mouth, and was rewarded with a hiss of happiness.

Draco was no idiot, and he now understood exactly what it was his wife wanted. With her nipple still in his mouth, he bit and nipped at it while unbuttoning first his shirt and then his belt and pants. When he let her nipple out with a ‘pop,’ she stopped him from lavishing the other one by kissing him fiercely on the lips.

He pushed her lace panties down her legs and she stepped out of them before joining his fingers at the waistband of his boxers as they pushed them down together.

Hermione could not recall ever feeling this way before in her life. She felt that if she didn’t get more skin on skin contact at that very moment then she would go up in a ball of flame. Her fingers roamed his bare skin, exploring his muscles, chest, and stomach, but couldn’t bring herself to touch his – his – his –

“Fuck. I need to be inside you,” Draco moaned, breaking away from the kiss, and Hermione was glad to comply as it saved her from feeling nervous about touching him and ruining the moment. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist while easing herself onto him.

As soon as he was fully inside her, Draco moved them so that she was on the bed on her back and he pounded inside her. She bucked against him, as well, and when he wasn’t doing exactly what she wanted, began to fondle her own breasts. Soon, though, even that wasn’t working, and her fingers ran along his back while she moaned and groaned, begging for him to be harder.

At last – long, long last – Draco came, and at the feeling of liquid filling her completely and Draco yelling her name, Hermione’s head threw back as she yelled his.

He lay, panting on her as they both caught their breath, for too long. “Your Grace, may I come it?” came a timid voice from the other side of the door after awhile, and Hermione groaned, realizing that the entire household had probably heard them.

“Just a moment!” they both called out, and Draco pulled out of her and muttered, “Desino Sperma,” a contraceptive spell.

With a few more flicks of their wands, they were generally cleaned and wrapped in robes, and Charlotte and Jeanette entered, rather read in the face.

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"Desino Sperma" literally means "Stop Sperm" in Latin. Hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter, the party itself!

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