Behind Closed Doors

Author\'s Notes: This is going to be a really intense chapter. Be forewarned, the sexual content is a bit different but the reason behind it will be explained in later chapters.







When the spinning stopped, they landed in what looked like a library. Hermione could smell flowers but she wasn\'t sure what kind they were. She looked around at the room at the pictures on the tables. There was a picture of Draco when he was about 3 years of age, flying on a little broom. It was strange to see Lucius smiling. Another of Lucius and she could only assume it was taken when they were at Hogwarts. It looked like a Winter Ball or something. Draco really did inherit the best features of both of his parents. Hermione\'s favorite picture was of Draco lying in front of the fireplace, on the floor, reading. It was a relatively recent picture. She smiled and picked up the picture. "That was taken just before school started this year." Hermione jumped.

"Have you been watching me this whole time?"

"As always, Love." She walked over to him, kissed him on the lips and smacked him on the bum. "Are you ready to…?”



"HEY DRACO, IS THAT YOU?" A familiar voice yells from a distance. "

"YEAH…WE\'RE HERE IN MOTHER\'S STUDY."

"GET IN HERE, YOU\'VE GOTTA SEE THIS. WE\'RE IN THE MAIN KITCHEN."

Draco took Hermione\'s hand and they ran toward the sound of voices. Hermione did her best to keep up but running in high heels was not her forte. They enter an enormous kitchen and there sat Mike and Gabby, on one side of the island and opposite side there were two women, both fair haired, both in muggle sweat suits. They had their hair in ponytails and they were covered in flour, including most of their faces.



Draco did his best to stifle a laugh but failed. "Mother? Aunt Eliza? What are you doing?" They both looked at him like to small children caught with their hands in cookie jar.

"Oh Draco…hello Darling… You\'re early. We wanted to surprise you and your lady friend. Liza and I have been taking muggle cooking classes to help make her feel more comfortable."

"What were you trying to make?"

"Homemade Pasta and Sauce."

Mike laughs, "Nothing like starting with something simple, you two."

"We were doing pretty well until we started using the flour."

"That\'s the beginning...”

"We bought the groceries all by ourselves."

Draco looked in the corner of the kitchen, the house elves were sitting there mumbling and shaking their heads. "Mistresses wouldn\'t let us cook... We tried, they said no…"

Mike put his head on the counter, "Umm, ladies, maybe you should let the elves help…otherwise, we may not get dinner until…Merlin knows when…"

"Very funny, Jon Michel... No... We can do it ourselves...”

"And they don\'t even have pizza or Chinese food delivery out here. We\'re gonna STARVE!"

During all of this, Hermione had been hiding behind Draco, in the doorway.

Her voice was really quiet at first, "Umm, I know how to make homemade pasta. I could help, if you don\'t mind?"

Draco turned around and looked her, "Did you say something, Love?"

"I could help. I know how to make pasta and sauce."

Mike chimed in, "Hi Hermione. You know how to Muggle cook? Thank Merlin! Will you please help these two beautiful, flour covered witches so we don\'t starve to death?"



"Oh my word…Hermione, I\'m so embarrassed. We were trying to surprise you with a nice muggle meal to help you feel more at home but we didn\'t do so well. We\'re sorry." Hermione couldn\'t believe that Mrs. Malfoy was apologizing to her.

"That\'s so thoughtful of you, Mrs. Malfoy. I would be honored if you and Mrs. LaChance would allow me to help with the preparation of dinner." The two women looked at each other and smiled.

"First of all, dear girl, its Narcissa and Eliza, no formalities here, you\'re with family. And second…PLEASE HELP US!! We can\'t cook muggle style!!" Everyone started laughing. Hermione looked at Draco, who kissed her on the head with a knowing smile.



Hermione conjured an apron and joined Narcissa and Eliza, while Draco sat down with Mike and Gabby. After doing a quick clean of the counter, Hermione had the women start from the beginning with their pasta. Each of them made a separate type of pasta. Narcissa made gnocchi, Eliza made ravioli and Hermione made spinach linguine. Mike, Gabby and Draco watched in awe as the women worked.

"Draco, she\'s amazing…"

"Yeah, I know...”

"She\'s definitely a keeper. She\'s beautiful, she\'s brilliant and she can cook. Honest to Merlin, Draco, you should be thanking your lucky stars everyday that she hasn\'t figured out that you\'re a total prat."

"Very Funny!! Believe me, I do.” Draco looked at Hermione lovingly as she showed his mother how to use the pasta press. "She really is a dream come true." Mike and Gabby just smiled at him.



Hermione looked at them, "Ok, what do you guys want for sauce? Do you have any preferences?" They looked at each other.

"Nope. You decide."

She taught them how to make an easy Vodka Cream Sauce, a Puttanesca Sauce and a yummy Bolognese Sauce with lots of meat. As the sauces where simmering, Hermione walked over to the distraught elves. "Excuse me, would you please set the table for dinner for us and clean up the kitchen when we\'re finished here. Your help would be greatly appreciated." The little elf looked at her, confused. She had never had anyone ask her to do work before.

"Yes…"

"Hermione…my name is Hermione."

"Yes, Miss Hermione, as you wish."

"Thank you very much for your help. Your name is?"

"Sadie... I\'m Sadie."

"Thank you Sadie."

The little elf smiled.

"Oh, one more thing, Sadie, are there any large serving plates for the pasta?"

"Yes, Miss. I will get them for you." She came back quickly with the platters.



"Ok, boys, time for you to do some work. Please put the platters on the table while I finish the salad." Mike and Draco jumped up and grabbed the platters. They were starving and they couldn\'t wait to taste the wonderful dishes they were carrying. Gabby came over and took the salad from Hermione as she took off her apron. Narcissa and Eliza used cleaning spells to freshen up and they all headed to the dining room for dinner.

When Hermione walked into the dining room she had to stifle her gasp. The room was huge, almost as big as her parents\' living room, kitchen, and dining room combined; and they didn\'t have a small home, at least not by muggle standards. The table was set with the most exquisite antique china and crystal stemware. The silver was perfectly polished, the linens perfectly pressed. If she hadn\'t been in the kitchen with the strikingly beautiful women that were now smiling at her, she would have sworn that this was some weird alternate universe or something.



"Come on, Hermione, we won\'t be having this lovely meal if you didn\'t help us. Come sit down." Narcissa walked over and took Hermione\'s hand, leading her to the seat next to Draco. She gently squeezed her shoulders as Draco stood and pulled out the chair for her. Hermione sat down, still in a state of shock. This was all so…normal. She looked around at all of these happy faces, it was all so surreal. This was not what she was expecting. It definitely wasn\'t what she had been told about this family. Hermione was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of metal on crystal. "Everyone…I would like to propose a toast." Narcissa stood at the head of the table, look beautiful and elegant despite her muggle sweat suit. "To new traditions, they are the life\'s breath of this family and to this family…"she paused taking a deep breath, "all of you, truly are family. May will grow, learn and love together for the rest of our days." She raised her glass as her eyes glistened with tears. Everyone clinked glasses and exchanged smiles. "Ok, Time for the real test. Let\'s eat."



The meal was a great success. Narcissa and Eliza beamed with pride. Hermione was so happy that she was able to help them. Draco merely sat smiling as the scene around him unfolded. All of the people that meant most to him in the world were sitting together, sharing a meal and getting along. What more could he ask for? He knew what he wanted but he wasn\'t sure it this was too early to hope for something like that so he pushed it out of his mind for the moment.



"Sadie", Gabby called the house elf very quietly as to not disturb the enjoyment of the others.

"Yes, Miss Gabriella. How may I be of service to you?" Gabby smiled. She agreed with Hermione on certain things. The treatment of House Elves was one of them. She always went out of her way to be nice to them. They were there to make her life easier so who was she to make their life more difficult.

"Sadie, Master LaChance and I brought some pastries with us so everyone can have them for this evening\'s dessert. Would you see if there is another serving platter or tray that I can put the dessert on so we can put them on the table?"

"Yes, madam, Sadie will do that for you." Gabby smiled. She knew the elf was just doing her job.



"Why don\'t we all take our desserts and retire to the main study." Everyone nodded and headed to the study. Draco held her hand as they made their way to the main study. When Hermione walks in, her eyes became as good as saucers. There were books from floor to ceiling. Hermione turned to Draco in disbelief.

"Yes, love…You can read anything you want from this study and mother\'s study."

"Really?" She was like a small child in a sweets Shoppe.

"Yes, really... Go ahead, take a look. But you have to come over and have dessert with me. No getting all wrapped up in the books and forgetting all about me, ok?"

Hermione blushed, he knew her so well. "Ok." She kissed him on the cheek and headed for one of the far book shelves.



Narcissa walked behind her son, leaning her chin against his shoulder. "I love to watch you watch her."

"Why, mother?” his eyes never leaving Hermione.

"The love you have for her is written all over your face. It’s a beautiful sight to behold." Draco began to blush as he turned to look at his mother.

"Is it that obvious?"

"To anyone that knows you? Yes." Draco could only smile and hug her. She was right as usual.



The new family chatted for hours as they had dessert together. Draco felt a peaceful calm wash over him as he stretched out on one of the sofas with his head in Hermione\'s lap. She was gently combing her fingers through his hair and gently stroking his cheek as he spoke to Mike about Quidditch. Even now and again, Draco would close his eyes, and lose himself in the feeling of Hermione\'s touch. How could something so simple take his breath away so easily? Mike and Gabby would just smile at each other knowingly. Draco still had so much to learn when it came to the joys of being loved.



Narcissa and Eliza both yawned, "Ok, kids, we\'re going to bed. Don\'t stay up too late." She looks at Hermione. "Sadie has already moved your things to Draco\'s room.” Hermione opened her mouth to object but she couldn\'t. It was exactly what she wanted. She had been sleeping in Draco\'s arms for 4 months; the thought of trying to fall asleep without him was not something she wanted to consider. Then Narcissa surprised her once again. She hugged Hermione and whispered in her ear,

"Thank you for loving my son as much as I do." Hermione looked at her, in disbelief. Narcissa smiled at her knowingly and left with Eliza.



Draco and Mike looked at each other slyly when their mothers left the room. This was the first time they had their girlfriends alone since they arrived at the manor. Mike whispered something in Gabby that made her giggle. He started kissing her and fondling her breasts. Not caring that Draco and Hermione were in the same room.

Draco looked at Hermione and smiled at the glassy look in her eyes. He pulled her close to him kissing her deeply. His hands slide up her jumper, gently squeezing her breast. Hermione moaned involuntarily. His hands were better than any magic; his touch, addicting. Hermione pulled back from the kiss, she looked into his eyes, "should we do this?" look in her eyes.

He pressed his warm lips against her ear. "I\'m done sharing you for the evening. You\'re all mine now, Love." The love and lust in his voice sent shivers up and down Hermione\'s spine. He began to suck on her neck as he continued to squeeze her breast. All Mike and Gabby heard was POP! They smiled at each other then there was another POP! And the room was empty.



Hermione was lost in the feeling of Draco lips and tongue on her neck and his nimble fingers teasing her nipple. When she opened her eyes she was relieved that they were in longer in the study. Her inhibitions were fading but not fast enough for her to be comfortable doing anything besides kissing with Mike and Gabby in the room. Draco stepped back and looked at her, illuminated by the light from the fireplace. He could only smile at her. "Stay right there for a moment, ok?" She nods. He drew his wand and began moving the furniture around. When he was finished, there was a beautiful bed on the floor in front of the fireplace with lots of pillows. She could see a bowl of strawberries and chocolate sauce along with two glasses and a bottle that looked like champagne. Draco walked over to her again, smiling. "This is my fantasy, Mia, to worship you in front of a roaring fire." Hermione was speechless. Draco cupped her face in his hands, kissing her gently on the lips, before he removed her jumper. He removed her skirt, then her boots. She stood in front of him, in only her bra and knickers, looking into his eyes. She wasn\'t self conscious, nor embarrassed; she merely wanted her love to drink the sight he loved so much. He slowly ran his hands over her body, sighing at her softness, her beauty. Hermione undressed Draco slowly, including his silk boxers. She loved watching his member sprung to attention when he was freed from his cloth confines. Draco removed her bra while gently fondling her breasts. Hermione\'s breaths were short as she tried to contain her arousal. He knelt in front of her and began to suck her nipples. She closed her eyes, running her fingers through his hair, basking in the feeling of his sinfully skilled tongue. Draco held her tightly as her knees became weak. His kisses moved down her stomach to the edge of her knickers. He ran his tongue along the edge before sliding them off of her. Draco ran his hand over her freshly shaved mound and they both shuddered with anticipation. He led her to their love nest in front of the fireplace; she crawled onto the bed and gently pulled him to her. His kisses were intoxicating; she was drunk on his love. His kisses moved down to her neck as his hands fondled her body.



"My beautiful Mia…so soft, so sweet." He was hungry to taste her entire body. Hermione squirmed as his tongue licked all sides of her breasts, then suckling her nipples like a hungry child. She never thought she would like it but, as always, with Draco it was different. It was something so beautiful, so intimate. She let her mind wander as she lost herself in the feeling his mouth, remembering the first time he had done that.



Flashback:



She was lying propped up in bed reading one afternoon. Draco was at Quidditch practice so she was enjoying a bit of solitude before she started her homework. She heard the painting open and close so she knew he was back from practice. She half expected him to come right in to say Hello but often times he took a shower first so he wouldn\'t offend her with his \'manliness\'. She heard the water turn on and that was it for her book. Her imagination began to wander to the shower. How the water was striking his taut body, how the bubbles clung to his treasure trail…. Hermione sighed as she slides her fingers inside of her moist pussy and pinched her nipple. Just thinking about her lover made her so hot. She wondered if this happened to all couples. She heard the water turn off, she quickly tried to look like she had \'just been reading\' when Draco walked into the room. He had a towel around his hips and drying his hair with another.

"Hi Beautiful…"

"Hi.”

"Whatcha doin\'?"

"Readin\'...”

"I don\'t believe you...” Hermione instantly started to blush.

"W-W-Why not?" He smirked at her as he walked to the bed and sat down.

"Well, you forget to button your blouse, for starters, I could see how wet your knickers are from the bathroom door and last and my personal favorite, the whole room smells like your deliciously wet pussy." Hermione wasn\'t sure whether to be completely mortified or completely turned on. Draco reached down and unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way, and unfastened her front clasp bra. Her deep pink nipples were already hard as he began to fondle them. She moaned softly at his touch. Draco laid his head in Hermione\'s stomach, his hand rested between her thighs. He began to suck her nipple, gentle at first, making Hermione sigh. Then it changed, he began to nurse from her as if he were a hungry child… Hermione\'s eyes flew open in shock when she realized what he was doing.

"No…Draco…Please…you can\'t… that\'s not supposed to feel like that… Draco… Please…our babies will do that… I don\'t want to get all…" She was breathing heavy, and running her thighs together... "Draco please…that would be bad… so very bad…" her begging fell on deaf ears as he moved her knickers to the side, his fingers entering her hungry pussy. He pumped his fingers in time with his suckling as Hermione whimpered in defeat… her body betrayed her, again. Hermione never imagined this would feel so amazing, Merlin help her; she didn\'t want him to stop. She cradled Draco\'s head as her man became her child, if only for a moment. She didn\'t understand how these two sensations could feel so right together; she only knew that it felt right.



"I need to be inside of you, Mia. Please…" His eyes were filled with need, his voice almost begging. She didn\'t understand why. She simply nodded. He removed her knickers along with her blouse and bra. Hermione straddled Draco\'s hips and slide him inside of her, gently. Draco moaned hungrily. Hermione began to ride him slowly; she could feel her orgasm building slowly, steadily. Her hunger for him was insatiable. Then he continued. Draco began to suckle her breast, like her hungry child as he fondled the other. She felt guilty, this felt too good. She wanted this, was she supposed to? Was it wrong for this to feel so good? "Draco…Please…that\'s not supposed to feel so…Oh Merlin yes!!…Oh Draco… Dear Gods…" her tears started to fall as her orgasm overtook her body… Draco continued suckle her as he came deep inside of her. He could only whimper and hold her tightly as he continued to nurse as tears ran down his cheeks. Hermione cradled him, kissing and soothing him until his breathing calmed and she knew that he felt safe again.

Draco never told her why he needed her so badly that afternoon and she never asked. But from that afternoon on, she knew what would give him comfort without words; something so simple, yet so intimate and loving.

It was his way of saying he needed her, when he couldn\'t say anything at all.



End of Flashback



Draco\'s kisses moved down her stomach, tickling her belly ring with his tongue. He gently spread her legs, positioning himself between them. As he lowered himself closer to her sacred center, he inhaled deeply. "Intoxicating...” He began to lavish her inner thighs with kisses and nibbles. Hermione squirmed at the feeling of his mouth so close to her core.

He began to lick her pussy gently as he massaged her thighs.

"Mmmm, Draco…"

"What does my baby want?"

"I want you in my mouth as you eat my pussy." Draco smiled at her; she had come a long way. She could tell him what she wanted without blushing, most of the time. He moved so she could straddle his face and they began to pleasure each other. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and sighs. The smell of sex permeated the air. Draco could feel his orgasm growing closer; his fervor for her pussy grew. Hermione began to moan as her orgasm washed over her causing Draco to cum in her mouth. She drank every drop; then licked him clean. Draco\'s body shook as Hermione\'s tongue cleaned him so attentively. Draco continued to worship her pussy, licking her folds clean as her body trembled from his loving attention.

Finally, Hermione rolled off of Draco, and snuggle close to him, resting her head on his chest. He massaged the back of her head, smiling to himself. Laying here like this was one on the best feelings in the world; feeling her naked body resting against his, definitely the best feeling ever.

Draco\'s mind began to wander to the first time she let him…find comfort in her. He had always been afraid to let her see him vulnerable. That day was different.



Flashback:



The morning had started out as they always did. He and Hermione woke, made love in the shower then got dressed and headed to breakfast. Everything was fine until he received a letter from an unfamiliar owl with no return address. He opened it, suspiciously.



My Devoted Son,

I am writing to you to remind you that you\'re coming into a very important role in society. You are now the Lord of the Malfoy Manor. As such, you are the representative of all generations of our family, past, present and future. What you do now, will effect how our family will be viewed in Wizard History.



With that said, I would like to congratulate you on being chosen Head Boy at Hogwarts. You\'re following in your father\'s footsteps as you well know. I am appalled at the less than adequate choice for Head Girl. In all of the years of Hogwarts existence, there has never been a Mudblood Head Girl, and I believe it should have stayed that way.

I realize that you are now forced to interact with that Mudblood but I implore you to not forget that all Mudbloods - ESPECIALLY that ONE are less than dirt under your feet. By interacting with her more than necessary will be detrimental to your reputation, and your future.



Draco, I will say this once and only once. You will be disinherited and disowned as a Malfoy if you EVER EVEN THINK about a relationship with a Non Pureblood. More specifically, if you ever consider a relationship with that vile Mudblood Granger, I will guarantee that you will live to regret it…And she WON\'T. You will not destroy this family simply b/c I\'m not there to monitor you.



I don\'t expect you to mention this to your mother but I can assure you that we\'re in agreement on this subject.



Your loving father,

Lucius Malfoy



He wanted to cry. Did Lucius know? How could he? They had been extremely careful. Was he bluffing? Mother has known about Hermione since that summer, and she was happy for us? She would have told me then if she had a problem with it, right? Disinherited? Disowned? Would mother do that? Was he really threatening Hermione\'s life? Hermione is his life. He couldn\'t give her up. Draco took a deep breath and stuck the letter in his robe pocket. He couldn\'t think about this now. He had to go to classes and he had Quidditch practice. He would contact to his mother later or go see her and find out what was going on.



He did a good job of putting it out of his mind until he got back to their quarters after practice. He headed straight for the shower to ease his tired and sore muscles. When he finished his shower, he went straight to her room. She was propped up reading. Then he looked more closely. He couldn\'t help but smile. She was masturbating while he was in the shower. He knew she was thinking of him, her cheeks were still flushed. He teased her about it, making her blush even more. He kissed her and laid his head on her tummy. He tickled her nipple with his tongue and began to suck on it lightly. Suddenly, all of the emotions and fears that he had been holding back all day felt like they were going to suffocate him. He needed her, he couldn\'t let her go; feeling her was as important as air. Draco began to suckle Hermione\'s nipple and a feeling of warmth and a calm began to take over his body. She was giving him life. He could hear her weak protests but he couldn\'t stop. "No…Draco…Please…you can\'t… that\'s not supposed to feel like that… Draco… Please…our babies will do that… "

\'Our babies…yes, Mia…our babies… no one, not even Lucius will take that away from us.\' Her warmth was permeating his very soul. He slid his fingers inside of her sacred core as he suckled her. She held him so lovingly, knowing what he needed without even asking him. He needed this, he couldn\'t explain why, he didn\'t know why but he needed this more than air. He begged his love for more; he needed to be inside of her. She straddled him, sliding him inside of her. Draco began \'nursing\' again. He needed her warmth, her passion, her love. Hermione cradled Draco\'s head as he \'nursed\'. She let him be vulnerable; she let him take what he needed without protest. As her orgasm shook her body, Draco soothed her with his gentle touch. His orgasm quickly followed. He could only hold his beloved, trying to make the horror of his father\'s words disappear. He couldn\'t tell her, he could only try to soothe his own fears in her arms. He didn\'t understand why he felt such comfort as she cradled him and gave of herself this way. Was this what unconditional love felt like?



End of Flashback



Draco began to kiss Hermione passionately. He could hear her moan as she intertwined her fingers into his hair. She pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against his. "Draco, make love to me." He stroked her face lovingly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly. They never stopped looking into each other\'s eyes as he entered her.

"My beautiful girl, I love you so much." His thrusts were slow and deep so he would not miss the beautiful expressions on her face as he gave her pleasure.

"I love you, Draco, my strong, handsome dragon.” He tilted his hips slightly as his thrusts increase. Hermione gasps, spreading her legs and tilting her hips to take him deeper. "More, my love…more…" Draco slides his hands down her legs and moved them to his shoulders, making her gasp. As his thrusts increased, Draco massaged her clit. Hermione\'s breathing became more erratic, she closed her eyes tight as her body began to shake and her pussy began to milk his cock. Draco and Hermione moaned together as their orgasms continued washed over them. As they floated back down to earth, Draco began to smother her with baby kisses her face, her neck; her ears. Hermione giggled at his silliness and his intimacy. When he reached her nipples, the feelings changed. He began to suckle her right nipple, sending warmth through both of their bodies, the feeling of unconditional love. Hermione couldn\'t speak; she could only feel his love, his need for her. All she could do was wrap her legs around him pulling him in deeper, as the feeling of warmth and love washed over her. When Draco switched to her left nipple, suckling her with all of the need, love, passion he had within him, Hermione began to cry, not tears of sadness, not tears of joy, but an outpouring of emotions that she couldn\'t explain, she was sobbing. Draco stopped, looking at her, afraid he didn\'t something wrong…

"Please…don\'t stop…I need it…I need you... Don\'t stop…Please Draco…" He suckled her nipple as he fondled her other breast. He began to thrust slowly as her tears continued to fall.

Hermione had no idea what was happening. She couldn\'t stop crying, her body was trembling; she could feel herself tighten around him, taking him deeper inside of her core. Hermione felt herself slipping away, connecting with Draco mind, body and soul. How is this possible?



Draco continued to \'nurse\' from his love, giving her all the unconditional love that she had given him. Suddenly, in his mouth, he felt warm sweetness. Thick like warm honey but more amazing than anything he had ever tasted in his life. He let the warm sweet liquid slide down is throat. It was like her love was inside of him, become a part of his very soul. He took as much of the sweetness as he could into his mouth and began to kiss Hermione, sliding the sweet nectar into her mouth. She moaned, hungry for more of this mysterious nectar and Draco\'s delicious mouth. He slides her arms over her head, holding her hands as he suckled her right nipple, to see if the sweetness was a fluke. He moaned as her nectar filled his mouth while her pussy milked his cock lovingly. As he slides his tongue into her mouth, they shared her nectar, all space and time disappears. Neither could feel where they stopped and the other began. They were truly becoming one body, one soul, one mind. Shared feelings; shared breaths, shared movement. As Draco\'s kisses become more passionate, he not only felt his own love, lust and passion, he could feel Hermione\'s as well. As he dripped his head to suckle her nipple, the sensation that she felt when his mouth was on her breast rushed through his veins. He thought he was going to lose his mind, so many sensations; they were so overwhelming, so delicious.



Hermione could feel everything that her lover was feeling; she was drunk on all of these new sensations. As he suckled her nipples, she could feel the warmth and unconditional love that spread throughout her body. She could feel how her love swaddled him. She could feel his love enveloped her.

As he kissed the sweet nectar into her mouth again, she could feel both of them letting go. She couldn\'t describe what happened as merely an orgasm or a climax and neither could he. They surrendered their bodies to a higher power. They truly became one being. They were seeing through each other\'s eyes, touching with each other hands, tasting with each other\'s mouths, feeling with each other\'s bodies. When it was over, they were both drained, both mentally and physically. The orgasms that followed were gentle and unlike anything either had ever experienced before. It was as if someone else was bringing each of them to gentle climaxes, allowing them to hold and caress each other as the waves of pleasure washed over their bodies.



Draco and Hermione fell fast asleep on their love nest in front of the fireplace. When the two beautiful blonde women came to check on them, they didn’t ever hear them. They could only smile at one another when they saw the pair. Narcissa\'s heart was warmed to see her son so loved and loving so deeply. They left the room as quietly as the entered and headed back to the north wing of the manor. "Eliza, is it wrong that I wanted to see that?"

Eliza looked at her, thoughtfully for a moment then spoke, "Cissy, under any other circumstances, I would say yes but considering everything that has happened; Lucius tried his hardest to make Draco into his own likeness. Not the brother that I was raised with, not the man you first married but the maniac worshipping nutcase that he turned into much later. You worked very hard to help Draco through all of that so he would be able to love and know what love is. To see him, with Hermione, post coitus, both of them flushed, holding each other so lovingly. It was one of the most beautiful sights I\'ve ever seen. It helped to give you closure, didn\'t it?" Narcissa nodded, wiping a stray tear. "So it wasn\'t wrong. As strange as this is going to sound, they looked so beautiful, it was a vision that one would see in a painting."

"I thought that but I thought that I was just being…weird." Liza laughed.

"No dear…beautiful is beautiful, not matter where you see it." The two women walked back to the north wing of the house, content with beautiful that their eyes were fortunate enough to see. To them, it was a blessing, although to the children, it may not have been seen that way.



Draco woke up several hours later, groggy and confused. He sat up, realizing that they were still on the make shift bed that he created. He looked around and noticed that they never ate the strawberries and chocolate nor did they open the champagne. Why? He tried to piece their evening together, which seemed foggy despite the fact that he hadn\'t had any alcohol. He lifted the blankets to look at Hermione\'s beauty body. He sighed. He really was the luckiest man alive. This exquisite beauty lying naked next to him actually loved him. How could be have gotten so lucky. Draco gently kissed her on the forehead and laid back down, holding her close to him, trying to piece together the evening.



He remembered apparating into his room from the study. He smiled. He definitely remembered undressing Hermione. They had some amazing foreplay, then…WOAH!! Draco sat straight up in bed. It all came rushing back. The bonding, the nectar, they…became one. What was that? Why did that happen? How did it happen? Who would know? Not Mike, this isn\'t something he could talk to him about. There was only one person. Quickly and quietly Draco gets up and put on his pajama pants and slippers and left the room. He left a note on the pillow for Hermione along with a rose.



My Love,

I will be right back.

I love you.

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Author\'s Note: Are you curious yet?? Not to worry, more soon.