When Malfoy wants a Witch
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Punishments and Rewards
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Chapter 10 - Punishments and Rewards
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Hermione smiled as she stood in the entryway allowing Draco to take her cloak. He leaned around and kissed her cheek.
"I like it when you are sweet to me," Draco whispered. "Please give me a chance."
“How could I reject you? You are so sweet to me,” she said and kissed his cheek gently. "But I don't know what I feel for you."
"You rejected me for years, Princess," Draco said, hanging up her cloak. "I would have gladly been your slave."
“How can I keep someone so noble as a slave? You are my Prince!”
"As you wish," Draco whispered, with his hands on her shoulders. "Just know, that I am here for your pleasure. Pleasing you is all that pleases me and all that I desire to do."
Hermione blushed and buried her face in his shoulder.
"Whom could you love more than me?" Draco asked. He smirked at his father who was watching them from a shadow. Draco wiggled his fingers at his father.
Hermione sighed happily as she breathed in Draco's scent. Her wizard smelled so nice.
"We should go get ready for dinner and the opera," Draco whispered, sighing as he rested his cheek on her head. "Mimi will be excited to do your hair."
“Yes, Draco,” Hermione said and smiled as she looked up at her gorgeous man.
"Which dress would you want to wear?" Draco asked. "I would like to dress to match."
“I think I will wear the silver one with the train, if that is fine? You would know what I was wearing if you hadn't purchased all the dresses.”
"Whatever my Lady wishes is always fine as long as I am allowed to be in her presence," Draco took her hand and kissed it. "You deserve all that I can buy and more."
Hermione giggled.
"Miss Granger," Lucius said, slinking from the shadows and walking across the gorgeous polished wood floor. "How was shopping with Draco?"
“Draco was very well-behaved. He took me to a very nice boutique and bought me five dresses, though I told him that I only needed one.”
"Sounds like you enjoyed yourself," Lucius said. "Did you have anything to eat or drink while you were out?"
Lucius looked right into Draco's eyes watching for any falter in him.
“No, we went to the dress shop only.”
Draco glared at his father.
"Is this interrogation over?" he asked, moving to stand between his father and bride-to-be.
“This was not an interrogation, Draco,” Lucius said calmly.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"May I have a moment to speak with you privately, Miss Granger?"
“Of course, Mr. Malfoy,” Hermione said and smiled at the elder Malfoy.
"Hermione," Draco said, taking her hand. "I want you to stay with me." He pressed his lips lightly across her fingers.
“But Draco, your father asked nicely. It would be rude to refuse!”
"But Hermione," Draco pleaded.
"You said you were my slave if I wished," Hermione said, tapping her fingers together. "Does a slave argue with his Mistress?"
“No. I won't argue with you,” Draco said softly and kissed her cheek.
Lucius smirked. "Witches always make wizards regret their words."
Draco glared at Lucius, not willing to let Hermione go.
"Go and bathe, Servant," Hermione said with a giggle before she cupped his bottom.
“Only if you come and help me dry,” Draco said with a cheeky grin.
"Servants don't set stipulations!" Hermione said, and she pinched his bum.
“Fine. But please come up to my rooms as soon as you can. The bathroom door is open. I can give you a bath, too.”
"Mistresses sleep with the Master," Lucius said. He placed her hand on his arm. "Not slaves."
Hermione couldn't help giggling. She rested her head on Lucius' arm.
Hermione giggled as Draco puffed up a little and his face reddened before he ran up the stairs. How could his father humiliate him like this?
She liked watching Draco move. He was a truly delicious sight.
"Are you feeling alright?" Lucius asked, walking up the steps slowly after Draco hurried away like a niffler on the trail of gold.
“Yes, I am absolutely fine. There is nothing wrong with me.”
"You just seem different than you were this morning," Lucius said, resting his hand over hers.
"For the first time in years, I feel good. I feel no tenseness in me. Really, I feel wonderful," Hermione said, smiling at Lucius. “I've calmed down. To be honest, I don't know why I've been behaving the way I have. I feel like I've been a child.”
"Draco is my son. I love him and wish him happy. But I worry that he may be drugging you. He just seems too pleased with himself since watching him this morning."
“I would feel if I was drugged in any way. However, I do not feel any discomfort.”
"Do you remember being drugged yesterday?" Lucius asked, stopping outside her room.
"No, not really. I remember a little. Saying I was a Butterfly Princess, but not much else. I feel normal. Myself."
“Hmm.” Lucius did not know what to take of this.
"I know that you care," Hermione said, and she kissed his cheek. "But I'm good. Really good."
Hermione leaned on the edge of the door. She looked up at him.
“If you feel odd, or Draco does something, come to me any time.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy.”
Hermione turned to go to Draco's rooms. She wanted to see him again.
Lucius frowned. Something just seemed like a bewitched bludger.
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Draco raced down the hallway. His fists were clenched at his sides. His shoulders were getting knotty.
"So you like a Mudblood, Young Malfoy," a high pitched voice asked.
"No," Draco said, shaking his head and trying to escape.
"Well, we'll have to make sure you suffer for not accomplishing the task that I assigned you," the Dark Lord began to chant something low under his breath as black light oozed from the tip of his wand and swirled around Draco before taking the shape of a rabbit and flying away north."
"Baby, where are you going in such a hurry?" Narcissa asked.
"Mother!" Draco said, hugging her.
“What's wrong?”
"Father wants to ruin everything with Hermione and me. He flirts with her and tries to make me jealous. He knows she wouldn't like me losing my temper. If only..." Draco said, trailing off. "It's just not bloody fair. She is meant to be my bride."
“What would you like me to do, Baby?” Narcissa asked, smoothing Draco's hair.
"Would you give us permission to stay at the house in Chelsea tonight and preoccupy Father?" Draco asked, leaning into hand as it petted his hair. "Some time alone would be good for us."
“I can do that for you, Baby, if you promise to be nice to your bride. Do not force your affections on her.”
"I would never hurt her, Mother. She is the dearest creature in the world to me," Draco said, kissing his mother's cheek.
“Then you can stay in Chelsea, if Miss Granger is agreeable.”
"She asked earlier if we could stay in London for the night," Draco said, smiling at his mother. "I am taking her to 'La Boheme' tonight."
“That is very sweet of you, my baby. Will you take her to dinner, too?”
"Yes," he whispered. "I have to get ready now. She told me to go and get ready."
Narcissa smiled as she watched him retreat to his rooms. It was good that her baby was in love finally.
Draco leapt into the shower and quickly washed himself. It would be horrible if Hermione arrived and found that he had disobeyed. It would make him look like a liar.
Just when he was buttoning his shirt, he heard the door open.
"Draco," a soft voice called. "Draco, where are you?"
“I’m in here, Love.”
Hermione padded into the closet.
"Oh!" she gasped when she saw him buttoning up a grey silk vest.
“You look gorgeous!” she cooed and walked up to him.
Draco smirked, and opened his arms for a hug.
Hermione run to him and hugged him tight. “I've not even started to get ready.”
"Well, girls are supposed to take forever," Draco whispered. He sighed as he felt the knots that had been forming in his shoulders dissipate.
“So you will wait patiently?” she asked and grinned.
"If you don't lock the door, impatience may cause me to be naughty and try to sneak a peak," he whispered before he sat on the bed and pulled on a tailcoat.
“Well, then I should go down to my rooms and get started. Can I have a kiss before I go?”
Draco grinned and leaned down to kiss her lips. Hermione sighed into his mouth and rested her hands on his pectorals.
She sighed and slid her hands to his shoulders. She licked his lower lip gently. She wanted to kiss him all night long, get lost in his passion.
Draco growled into the kiss and pulled her closer.
"May I have you tonight?" he asked, panting as he released her to breath.
Hermione played with his hair at the nape of his neck looking at his lips
“Maybe,” she said teasingly. “If you behave well tonight.”
Draco growled. "I want you."
“Now, be good, Sugar,” she kissed his cheek and left the room quickly.
Draco couldn't wait to be alone with her again. She was so gorgeous, and with the help of Severus' potion, absolutely lovely to him. Every time she was nice to him, the ache he had felt in his heart for many years lessened.
Hermione giggled as she skipped down the hallway to get ready. She needed to look perfect so she could appear to belong to Draco.
Her dress and matching underwear were laid out on her bed. She rushed tot he bathroom and found that a bath was ready for her. Quickly stripping her clothes, she sunk into the vanilla scented bubbles.
She bathed herself thoroughly and was only sad that she didn't have more time to soak in the tub. She stepped out and wrapped an ivory towel around her body and walked into her bedroom.
She put on her silver lingerie and began to put on the dress but she began to struggle with the zip in the back.
“Mimi helps Mistress!”
"Thank you, Mimi," Hermione said, stilling her efforts.
"Would Mistress like Mimi to do her hair so she will be beautiful for the Master?"
"The Mistress is always beautiful for me," Draco said, standing in the doorway.
Hermione blushed.
Draco smirked. "Are you about ready, Goddess?"
“Mistress will be soon ready!” the elf said and finished Hermione's hair. “I just needs does make up for her!”
Hermione frowned. She didn't like makeup.
"I like Hermione natural," Draco said, sauntering to Hermione's side. He kissed her cheek. "I have a gift for you, my Love."
Hermione looked down as she grinned.
Draco reached into his pocket as he took a seat next to her. He pulled out a box and handed it to Hermione. Hermione looked at him as she took it.
"A little token of my affections, my Lovely soon to be Bride."
Hermione leaned in and kissed Draco's cheek.
“You are so romantic.” She gasped when she opened the box.
She stared down at two karat perfectly clear pale pink diamond on the silver chain.
“Draco, you should've not spent so much on me! You are spoiling me!”
Draco smiled and lifted the chain out and fastened it about her neck.
"Pocket money, my Love," Draco whispered. No need to tell her that the Malfoys controlled eighty-two percent of the magical world’s precious gems.
Hermione smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Draco looked ravishing in his grey tux and disheveled hair.
Draco smiled against her lips. Hermione deepened the kiss, making it more passionate. Draco gave in to her passion slowly.
"You two better get going, if you want to make the opera on time," Lucius said, walking into the room. "My dear Miss Granger, you are a brilliant sight. Absolutely stunning."
Hermione blushed and smiled at Lucius. Lucius took her hand and kissed it.
Draco's lip curled as he looked at his father. He was always interrupting when he was not wanted.
“Love, we should get going. Have a good night, Father.”
"I expect you back in this house by midnight," Lucius said, and he pecked Hermione's cheek.
Draco blustered and tugged Hermione close to his side.
“Actually, Father, Mother allowed us to stay the night in Chelsea as Hermione might be too tired to apparate home.”
"Narcissa," Lucius called when he heard soft footsteps outside Hermione's door.
“Yes, Lucius, my dear?” Narcissa asked as she entered the room.
Lucius' breath caught as he saw his wife standing there in a floor length silk nightgown with a plunging neckline. His mouth watered as she glided to his side.
“I allowed Draco to stay in London for the night with his fiancée. I thought we would get some privacy, Lucius my love.”
Lucius nodded, unable to speak as Narcissa ran her hand up his arm.
“Draco, darling, you would not want to be late for your opera,” Narcissa said softly.
Draco grinned at his mother.
"No, Mother," Draco said, taking Hermione's hand and apparating her to the restaurant.
“Now, where were we?” Lucius asked huskily as the young couple disappeared.
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Cameras flashed around them as they walked up the rich red carpet into the restaurant.
Draco held her close and whispered sweet words in her ear.
"Mr. Malfoy, it is widely believed that Miss Granger, your lovely affianced, is pregnant. Is this true?"
Hermione smiled up at him.
“No comments at this time,” Draco said. “We are having a romantic night out.”
"Miss Granger, what do you have to say about the fact that after the last Ministry Gala, Mr. Malfoy was seen leaving your home in the early morning? Was that the night you were engaged or was it the night of the conception of the baby?" another reporter asked.
Hermione looked up at Draco and put her cheek on his arm.
She frowned but ignored the question. It was a private matter between her and her fiancé, and she honestly didn't remember.
Draco ushered her towards the entrance of the restaurant, where bulky bouncers would keep the press away.
"Miss Granger, Miss Granger," the reporters continued to shout.
However, the reporters' questions remained unanswered as the couple entered the luxurious restaurant.
"Mr. Malfoy, it is an honor to have you dine with us tonight," the maitre'd greeted them with a bow. "And with your stunning fiancée at your side."
“Thank you. I hope our private room is ready.”
"Of course, Sir. Right this way," the man said, leading them toward the room.
All eyes were on the gorgeous couple as they passed the affluent patrons of the restaurant, heading towards the utterly exclusive private room.
Hermione gasped when she saw an entree that was on fire being carried to a table.
Getting a reservation for the private room was impossible for anyone who was not a Malfoy, for that part of the restaurant was reserved for its owners. Draco had decided not to tell her this little fact, as he did not want to cheapen the date.
“This is fantastic!” Hermione said she sat down.
"It will get better," Draco said, scooting her up to the table. "Wait until we order."
Hermione smiled and reached out to Draco to steal a kiss.
Draco grinned and teased her lips lightly with his tongue.
Hermione moaned a bit and tried to deepen the kiss, but Draco pulled away.
“It would be not good manners to ravish you at the table.”
Hermione pouted, but she opened her menu to look it over.
"There aren't any prices," she said, looking at Draco.
Draco smirked. “Darling, price doesn't matter. Just pick whatever you are interested in trying.”
"But Draco. I can't let you keep spending money on me," Hermione said with a pout.
“Love, my vault won't even miss the pocket money I spent on you. What matters to me is that you are happy here.” Draco took her hand and kisses it.
Hermione smiled at him. "I just don't want you to think that I am just after you for your money."
“I have loved you for so long. And love does not measure in galleons. However, if the money can give us a nice night out, why not enjoy?”
Hermione grinned as she took his hand and kissed the tips of each finger.
“I am after you because you are so sexy,” she said and grinned.
Draco smiled at her, but suddenly pouted. "You don't like anything but my body?"
“I do. I like that you're so tall and muscular. And the way you get just that hint of bronzing in summer. Delicious.”
"What about my personality?" Draco moaned, hiding behind his menu and pretending to cry.
“I think you're very sweet. And smart. Noble, too as I am sure you could laze in the manor all days, but you work your gorgeous arse off as an auror.”
Draco grinned and lowered his menu.
He would not tell her that the only reason why he had began auror training was because he knew for sure that she would be handling Auror admin duties.
"What can I get for you this evening, Mr. Malfoy?" a waiter asked.
Draco turned to him sharply.
Hermione was still trying to decipher the menu, as the names of the dishes were unfamiliar to her.
“Love, you order first,” Draco said, turning his attention to his fiancé.
Hermione bit her lip. "Why don't you pick something for me?" she asked, taking his hand.
“Of course, Love, if you so wish.”
She smiled at him.
Draco ordered the food quickly, hoping to get rid of the waiter as soon as possible.
The waiter nodded and left quickly
"Tell me," Hermione said, looking him over and blinking her tears back. "Was I a real terror at the Marriage Council meeting?"
“Yes, I must sadly say. But I knew you were nervous.”
"Why is it that I feel so much better now?" Hermione asked. "I don't feel what had become my usual tenseness. I don't have muscle knots anymore."
“I think it is because you realize that we belong together. We are made for each other. And our children will be perfect.”
Hermione laughed a little. "It's odd. Normally, I am so stubborn. And I would not give you a chance with the way that I feel for another. But he will likely never pan out. He's probably gay or something with my luck at picking men. That is why I am lucky you picked me."
“You are the only woman I have ever wanted. There is no one else for me.” Draco said and looked into her eyes.
Hermione stood up and walked around the table. Draco started to stand as well, but stopped when she motioned to him. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and put her cheek on his head.
“But so many other witches desire you. I could see how they were looking at you when we walked through the restaurant today.”
"Wizards were staring at you, too," Draco said, taking her hands and kissing her palms.
“I didn't notice them. But some of the witches were looking at you like you were candy for a starving woman.”
"Well, I am only your candy," Draco said, resting his cheek on her upper arm. "Always have been. Always will be."
“Promise?” she asked, playing with his silky hair.
"I swear it," he said, as she tilted his head back.
“Good. I do not want to lose you. You are special to me.”
“I am yours to keep. I want to make you happy. To show you how much I love you,” Draco said and looked up at her dreamily.
Just then the waiter walked into the room.
He placed the plates of the entree and the bottle of wine on the table and disappeared again.
Hermione walked over to retake her seat.
“What did you order for the entrees?” Hermione asked.
"I ordered you lamb in a cherry sauce, my Dear. I ordered duck flambé for myself," Draco said, smiling at her.
“This is so yummy,” Hermione said between bites. “I love lamb, but it is so expensive.
Draco smiled at her as he savored his own dish.
The few witches his father had forced to take out on dates were unbearable. They would chatter stupidly about nonsense and then pick on their food, whining that they’d get fat.
"You are lovely," Draco whispered as Hermione stared sadly at the empty plate.
Hermione blushed. When she was with Severus, it felt different, as Severus was friendly, but distant. Draco, on the other hand, seemed to be enamored with her.
"Would you like to order dessert, my Love?" Draco asked, reaching out and touching her hand after he dabbed his mouth.
“Yes, dessert would be nice.”
"Pick anything," Draco said, smiling at his beauty.
“What about sharing a large bowl of ice cream?”
"Whatever you wish, I am sure the chef would be happy to prepare for us," Draco said, as she took his hand.
Hermione smiled brightly. Draco was really not all that bad.
"I love you," Draco said, after the waiter had once again left them.
Hermione didn't know what to say to that. He sounded so sincere.
“You don't have to answer me about how you feel now,” Draco assured her. “I just wanted to tell you how I feel.”
Hermione smiled at him. "I am lucky that you found me."
Draco's heart felt fluttery. She liked him!
A large bowl of vanilla ice cream with a variety of toppings on the side was subsequently delivered.
Hermione took a spoon and scooped a generous spoonful, offering it to Draco. Draco grinned and accepted her offering as he offered her a spoon full. Hermione took the offered sweet and savored it for a long time, licking the spoon seductively. Draco sighed leaning his face into his other hand and staring at her.
“You are making me very hot and bothered here.”
"Well, that can be remedied," Hermione said, "After the opera tonight."
Draco grinned.
"Assuming you behave," Hermione said, feeding him another mouthful of ice cream.
“Oh I will do as you order,” Draco groaned, wishing that they did not have to attend the opera.
Hermione smiled as they finished the dessert.
“Shall we go to the opera now?” Draco asked as he stood up from the table.
Hermione nodded, and took his arm. They vanished with a crack of thunder and appeared inside the opera house.
“We have a private box for us,” Draco whispered as he led her past the curious onlookers.
Hermione kissed Draco on the lips gently. Some cameras flashed, but she ignored them.
"DRAKE!" a voice called.
Draco groaned.
Draco turned, "For the last time, Parkinson, my name is Mr. Malfoy to you."
“But Dracie-poo darling, I missed you!”
"I can't profess to share the sentiment, and if you hadn't read the papers, and knowing you are proudly illiterate, I suppose you haven't. But I am engaged now."
The Slytherin girl looked at Hermione and blinked many times.
“To who? I don't know her.”
"She doesn't recognize you, Goddess," Draco said, emphasizing his title for Hermione.
Pansy still looked confused.
"Miss Granger to you, Parkinson. But soon," Hermione lifted her hand and showed off her engagement ring, "You may call me, Mrs. Malfoy."
Draco leaned over to kiss Hermione's cheek.
Pansy sputtered. “The Mudblood? Seriously? Well, I guess even a flobberworm would look good in a designer gown!”
Draco's lip curled up as he saw Hermione's eyes tear up at that word.
Hermione extracted her wand from a hidden pocket in her garter and pointed it at Pansy.
Hermione leaned over and got in the other girl's face. "Still jealous that you couldn't entice my fiancé to your bed, eh?"
“And so you did? I hear all Mudbloods are whores!”
Hermione's temper was rising rapidly.
"Ladies," Draco said, touching Hermione's back
“She insulted us! She deserves to be punished!”
"Take the high road," Draco whispered to her, brushing his lips against her ear. "I want to show you our view, my Love."
“You are right, Draco. I should not ruin our special night with this lower being.”
"Indeed," Draco whispered. "Who paid you to accompany them tonight Pansy?"
"Enjoy your evening, Parkinson," Hermione said, latching onto Draco's arm and allowing herself to be steered up the stairs to the second level of the opera house.
“I am glad you didn't hex her,” Draco said and kissed her cheek.
"If we have a view of where she is sitting, I might stun her," Hermione said, goosing Draco.
Draco jumped as he felt a hand cup his bum.
“You do have an admirable backside,” Hermione giggled.
"I like it that you like it."
“I am looking forward to seeing you in all your glory tonight.”
Hermione smiled as Draco led her into the private box.
She stared at the gorgeous couch just right for two people along with the chilling Champagne in a bucket with two flutes.
“Draco, this is so romantic!”
Draco smirked as he popped the cork from the bottle and poured them each a flute and offered one to her. Hermione giggled as she took the glass.
“Nothing will ruin our evening!” Hermione said and leaned in for a kiss.
“No, I won't let anything happen to ruin it. We're on a wonderful romantic night out. I am with the most beautiful woman in the world. What more can I wish?”
Hermione blushed. Hermione looked at him as the lights flashed.
"The show starts in five minutes, Princess," Draco said, motioning to the couch so she would take a seat first.
She smiled and went to sit down. She had never been on a proper date in her life. Dates like this only happened in Muggle movies, not in life.
Draco took a seat next to her and draped an arm around her shoulders.
"Shall I propose a toast?" Hermione asked, looking into Draco's eyes after he touched his nose to her cheek.
“Of course, Princess, if you like.”
Hermione bit her lip before speaking, "To-to a new friend," she lowered her eyes for a moment before looking at him as she finished, "and maybe something more."
“I am quite sure that there is more than friendship possible with us. I love you, Hermione.”
Hermione smiled at him and licked her lips. "I think that it is as well."
They clinked the glasses, and each took a sip.
“We can go to Chelsea after the show. Would you like that?” Draco reminded her. He desperately wanted to be hers tonight.
“Yes, I would like to see your other home very much.”
Draco smiled as the music began and he set his flute down next to him on the table. Hermione smiled as the show progressed and sighed as she leaned forward.
Draco felt extremely happy. It was so perfect to be out with her. She was so sweet and lovely and he was falling in love with her all over again.
He cut his eyes to the left of the upstairs. His nose crinkled as he saw Pansy squinting at their box through opera glasses. Draco smiled and reached for Hermione. He wrapped his arms around her and stretched a leg out behind her. He drew her back to rest on his chest as he kissed her forehead.
Hermione sighed contently. Draco was nice. And his actions were not intrusive. He was a true gentleman. She just wished she could remember why she had been fighting him so much, why she had been so angry and so mean to him for years.
"We have an audience," Draco whispered, "Pansy has been spying on us almost since the beginning."
“Oh has she? Well maybe we should give her a special show?” Hermione asked and smirked; Before Draco could ask whet she meant, she settled in Draco's lap, straddling him.
Draco panted as he looked up at her.
Hermione leaned in with a smile on her lips and softly undid the top buttons of Draco's robes just enough to kiss his neck.
Draco's breath hitched. He had often imagined all the things he would do with his love once they were together, but this reality was a million times better.
He panted as she slid her hands around on his chest.
"Touch me, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said. "I want that little witch to know to whom you belong."
Draco put his trembling hands on her sides. He wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.
“Don't be so coy, Draco. You are my sexy fiancé, and we can be naughty if we want to.”
"I want to show you a nice date. I don't want you to feel that sex is all I am after from you," he moaned as Hermione unbuttoned him a little more. “After all, you are sort of being forced to spend time with me and eventually marry me.”
“We are getting married. I know that you don't want just sex. If you were just after a lay, you wouldn't need to propose.”
"Will I have you tonight?" Draco asked, leaning up close to her. "I don't want you toying with me. I want you so badly. But I need to know where this may lead, what liberties you will allow me."
Hermione thought for a moment. She was engaged to the man. They were expecting a baby. Why would she not allow him pleasure? She was sure that she would be thoroughly ravished as well.
"Well, my Darling," Draco asked, looking at her with wide eyes. "Do you just want to snog? Or do you want something more?"
“How can I refuse you, my handsome sex god?” Hermione asked, her voice breathy. She leaned closer and nibbled at his neck, making a love bite.
Draco's eyes rolled into his head as Hermione's hand ghosted over his belt. He lifted her on his waist as he stood sliding his hand to take her wand lightly. He pulled back and whispered a silencing spell.
“I think you are very eager,” she whispered as she cupped him.
"Shall we go to Chelsea?" Draco rasped, stumbling a little and pushing her against the wall.
“I think so. I know the story of this opera. We would have better home entertainment.”
Draco squeezed the wand and groaned as they reappeared in the entrance hall of the Chealsea home. He tugged the dress pulling it down. He bit his lip as he stared at her breasts. They were begging him to bury his face in them.
Hermione loved the hungry lustful look in his pretty face. She pulled him close for a passionate kiss.
Draco growled against her lips as his hips pressed forward and he carried her up the stairs toward the master bedroom. He would have her now.
Hermione felt giddy. She liked his passion. It was almost like in these bodice ripper novels she liked to read.
She put her head on his shoulder as he stumbled down the hallway stopping every so often to suck on her neck or tug at her clothes.
“I can't wait to see you naked,” Hermione murmured, running her hand through his silky hair.
Draco let his head fall back and tried to keep himself from coming. He wouldn't come in his trousers. Not with Hermione so close and wanting him. She needed sex.
He would make love to her many, many times to make sure that he got her pregnant. He could cast a quick fertility spell even.
Hermione sighed into his neck. This felt so nice. So comfortable.
They finally reached the bedroom and he put her down on the green silk covers of the king sized bed.
Hermione lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed. Her breathing was peaceful.
Draco leaned closer to her. Was she sleeping? Was he that boring to her? He touched her cheek. She smiled and murmured something in her sleep. Draco cursed under his breath. What had happened to her?
"Pretty blond," Hermione giggled, turning and throwing an arm around Draco's middle.
Just his bloody luck.
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There was Chapter 10. Hope you all like it. Please leave a review.
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Chapter 10 - Punishments and Rewards
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Hermione smiled as she stood in the entryway allowing Draco to take her cloak. He leaned around and kissed her cheek.
"I like it when you are sweet to me," Draco whispered. "Please give me a chance."
“How could I reject you? You are so sweet to me,” she said and kissed his cheek gently. "But I don't know what I feel for you."
"You rejected me for years, Princess," Draco said, hanging up her cloak. "I would have gladly been your slave."
“How can I keep someone so noble as a slave? You are my Prince!”
"As you wish," Draco whispered, with his hands on her shoulders. "Just know, that I am here for your pleasure. Pleasing you is all that pleases me and all that I desire to do."
Hermione blushed and buried her face in his shoulder.
"Whom could you love more than me?" Draco asked. He smirked at his father who was watching them from a shadow. Draco wiggled his fingers at his father.
Hermione sighed happily as she breathed in Draco's scent. Her wizard smelled so nice.
"We should go get ready for dinner and the opera," Draco whispered, sighing as he rested his cheek on her head. "Mimi will be excited to do your hair."
“Yes, Draco,” Hermione said and smiled as she looked up at her gorgeous man.
"Which dress would you want to wear?" Draco asked. "I would like to dress to match."
“I think I will wear the silver one with the train, if that is fine? You would know what I was wearing if you hadn't purchased all the dresses.”
"Whatever my Lady wishes is always fine as long as I am allowed to be in her presence," Draco took her hand and kissed it. "You deserve all that I can buy and more."
Hermione giggled.
"Miss Granger," Lucius said, slinking from the shadows and walking across the gorgeous polished wood floor. "How was shopping with Draco?"
“Draco was very well-behaved. He took me to a very nice boutique and bought me five dresses, though I told him that I only needed one.”
"Sounds like you enjoyed yourself," Lucius said. "Did you have anything to eat or drink while you were out?"
Lucius looked right into Draco's eyes watching for any falter in him.
“No, we went to the dress shop only.”
Draco glared at his father.
"Is this interrogation over?" he asked, moving to stand between his father and bride-to-be.
“This was not an interrogation, Draco,” Lucius said calmly.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"May I have a moment to speak with you privately, Miss Granger?"
“Of course, Mr. Malfoy,” Hermione said and smiled at the elder Malfoy.
"Hermione," Draco said, taking her hand. "I want you to stay with me." He pressed his lips lightly across her fingers.
“But Draco, your father asked nicely. It would be rude to refuse!”
"But Hermione," Draco pleaded.
"You said you were my slave if I wished," Hermione said, tapping her fingers together. "Does a slave argue with his Mistress?"
“No. I won't argue with you,” Draco said softly and kissed her cheek.
Lucius smirked. "Witches always make wizards regret their words."
Draco glared at Lucius, not willing to let Hermione go.
"Go and bathe, Servant," Hermione said with a giggle before she cupped his bottom.
“Only if you come and help me dry,” Draco said with a cheeky grin.
"Servants don't set stipulations!" Hermione said, and she pinched his bum.
“Fine. But please come up to my rooms as soon as you can. The bathroom door is open. I can give you a bath, too.”
"Mistresses sleep with the Master," Lucius said. He placed her hand on his arm. "Not slaves."
Hermione couldn't help giggling. She rested her head on Lucius' arm.
Hermione giggled as Draco puffed up a little and his face reddened before he ran up the stairs. How could his father humiliate him like this?
She liked watching Draco move. He was a truly delicious sight.
"Are you feeling alright?" Lucius asked, walking up the steps slowly after Draco hurried away like a niffler on the trail of gold.
“Yes, I am absolutely fine. There is nothing wrong with me.”
"You just seem different than you were this morning," Lucius said, resting his hand over hers.
"For the first time in years, I feel good. I feel no tenseness in me. Really, I feel wonderful," Hermione said, smiling at Lucius. “I've calmed down. To be honest, I don't know why I've been behaving the way I have. I feel like I've been a child.”
"Draco is my son. I love him and wish him happy. But I worry that he may be drugging you. He just seems too pleased with himself since watching him this morning."
“I would feel if I was drugged in any way. However, I do not feel any discomfort.”
"Do you remember being drugged yesterday?" Lucius asked, stopping outside her room.
"No, not really. I remember a little. Saying I was a Butterfly Princess, but not much else. I feel normal. Myself."
“Hmm.” Lucius did not know what to take of this.
"I know that you care," Hermione said, and she kissed his cheek. "But I'm good. Really good."
Hermione leaned on the edge of the door. She looked up at him.
“If you feel odd, or Draco does something, come to me any time.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy.”
Hermione turned to go to Draco's rooms. She wanted to see him again.
Lucius frowned. Something just seemed like a bewitched bludger.
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Draco raced down the hallway. His fists were clenched at his sides. His shoulders were getting knotty.
"So you like a Mudblood, Young Malfoy," a high pitched voice asked.
"No," Draco said, shaking his head and trying to escape.
"Well, we'll have to make sure you suffer for not accomplishing the task that I assigned you," the Dark Lord began to chant something low under his breath as black light oozed from the tip of his wand and swirled around Draco before taking the shape of a rabbit and flying away north."
"Baby, where are you going in such a hurry?" Narcissa asked.
"Mother!" Draco said, hugging her.
“What's wrong?”
"Father wants to ruin everything with Hermione and me. He flirts with her and tries to make me jealous. He knows she wouldn't like me losing my temper. If only..." Draco said, trailing off. "It's just not bloody fair. She is meant to be my bride."
“What would you like me to do, Baby?” Narcissa asked, smoothing Draco's hair.
"Would you give us permission to stay at the house in Chelsea tonight and preoccupy Father?" Draco asked, leaning into hand as it petted his hair. "Some time alone would be good for us."
“I can do that for you, Baby, if you promise to be nice to your bride. Do not force your affections on her.”
"I would never hurt her, Mother. She is the dearest creature in the world to me," Draco said, kissing his mother's cheek.
“Then you can stay in Chelsea, if Miss Granger is agreeable.”
"She asked earlier if we could stay in London for the night," Draco said, smiling at his mother. "I am taking her to 'La Boheme' tonight."
“That is very sweet of you, my baby. Will you take her to dinner, too?”
"Yes," he whispered. "I have to get ready now. She told me to go and get ready."
Narcissa smiled as she watched him retreat to his rooms. It was good that her baby was in love finally.
Draco leapt into the shower and quickly washed himself. It would be horrible if Hermione arrived and found that he had disobeyed. It would make him look like a liar.
Just when he was buttoning his shirt, he heard the door open.
"Draco," a soft voice called. "Draco, where are you?"
“I’m in here, Love.”
Hermione padded into the closet.
"Oh!" she gasped when she saw him buttoning up a grey silk vest.
“You look gorgeous!” she cooed and walked up to him.
Draco smirked, and opened his arms for a hug.
Hermione run to him and hugged him tight. “I've not even started to get ready.”
"Well, girls are supposed to take forever," Draco whispered. He sighed as he felt the knots that had been forming in his shoulders dissipate.
“So you will wait patiently?” she asked and grinned.
"If you don't lock the door, impatience may cause me to be naughty and try to sneak a peak," he whispered before he sat on the bed and pulled on a tailcoat.
“Well, then I should go down to my rooms and get started. Can I have a kiss before I go?”
Draco grinned and leaned down to kiss her lips. Hermione sighed into his mouth and rested her hands on his pectorals.
She sighed and slid her hands to his shoulders. She licked his lower lip gently. She wanted to kiss him all night long, get lost in his passion.
Draco growled into the kiss and pulled her closer.
"May I have you tonight?" he asked, panting as he released her to breath.
Hermione played with his hair at the nape of his neck looking at his lips
“Maybe,” she said teasingly. “If you behave well tonight.”
Draco growled. "I want you."
“Now, be good, Sugar,” she kissed his cheek and left the room quickly.
Draco couldn't wait to be alone with her again. She was so gorgeous, and with the help of Severus' potion, absolutely lovely to him. Every time she was nice to him, the ache he had felt in his heart for many years lessened.
Hermione giggled as she skipped down the hallway to get ready. She needed to look perfect so she could appear to belong to Draco.
Her dress and matching underwear were laid out on her bed. She rushed tot he bathroom and found that a bath was ready for her. Quickly stripping her clothes, she sunk into the vanilla scented bubbles.
She bathed herself thoroughly and was only sad that she didn't have more time to soak in the tub. She stepped out and wrapped an ivory towel around her body and walked into her bedroom.
She put on her silver lingerie and began to put on the dress but she began to struggle with the zip in the back.
“Mimi helps Mistress!”
"Thank you, Mimi," Hermione said, stilling her efforts.
"Would Mistress like Mimi to do her hair so she will be beautiful for the Master?"
"The Mistress is always beautiful for me," Draco said, standing in the doorway.
Hermione blushed.
Draco smirked. "Are you about ready, Goddess?"
“Mistress will be soon ready!” the elf said and finished Hermione's hair. “I just needs does make up for her!”
Hermione frowned. She didn't like makeup.
"I like Hermione natural," Draco said, sauntering to Hermione's side. He kissed her cheek. "I have a gift for you, my Love."
Hermione looked down as she grinned.
Draco reached into his pocket as he took a seat next to her. He pulled out a box and handed it to Hermione. Hermione looked at him as she took it.
"A little token of my affections, my Lovely soon to be Bride."
Hermione leaned in and kissed Draco's cheek.
“You are so romantic.” She gasped when she opened the box.
She stared down at two karat perfectly clear pale pink diamond on the silver chain.
“Draco, you should've not spent so much on me! You are spoiling me!”
Draco smiled and lifted the chain out and fastened it about her neck.
"Pocket money, my Love," Draco whispered. No need to tell her that the Malfoys controlled eighty-two percent of the magical world’s precious gems.
Hermione smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Draco looked ravishing in his grey tux and disheveled hair.
Draco smiled against her lips. Hermione deepened the kiss, making it more passionate. Draco gave in to her passion slowly.
"You two better get going, if you want to make the opera on time," Lucius said, walking into the room. "My dear Miss Granger, you are a brilliant sight. Absolutely stunning."
Hermione blushed and smiled at Lucius. Lucius took her hand and kissed it.
Draco's lip curled as he looked at his father. He was always interrupting when he was not wanted.
“Love, we should get going. Have a good night, Father.”
"I expect you back in this house by midnight," Lucius said, and he pecked Hermione's cheek.
Draco blustered and tugged Hermione close to his side.
“Actually, Father, Mother allowed us to stay the night in Chelsea as Hermione might be too tired to apparate home.”
"Narcissa," Lucius called when he heard soft footsteps outside Hermione's door.
“Yes, Lucius, my dear?” Narcissa asked as she entered the room.
Lucius' breath caught as he saw his wife standing there in a floor length silk nightgown with a plunging neckline. His mouth watered as she glided to his side.
“I allowed Draco to stay in London for the night with his fiancée. I thought we would get some privacy, Lucius my love.”
Lucius nodded, unable to speak as Narcissa ran her hand up his arm.
“Draco, darling, you would not want to be late for your opera,” Narcissa said softly.
Draco grinned at his mother.
"No, Mother," Draco said, taking Hermione's hand and apparating her to the restaurant.
“Now, where were we?” Lucius asked huskily as the young couple disappeared.
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Cameras flashed around them as they walked up the rich red carpet into the restaurant.
Draco held her close and whispered sweet words in her ear.
"Mr. Malfoy, it is widely believed that Miss Granger, your lovely affianced, is pregnant. Is this true?"
Hermione smiled up at him.
“No comments at this time,” Draco said. “We are having a romantic night out.”
"Miss Granger, what do you have to say about the fact that after the last Ministry Gala, Mr. Malfoy was seen leaving your home in the early morning? Was that the night you were engaged or was it the night of the conception of the baby?" another reporter asked.
Hermione looked up at Draco and put her cheek on his arm.
She frowned but ignored the question. It was a private matter between her and her fiancé, and she honestly didn't remember.
Draco ushered her towards the entrance of the restaurant, where bulky bouncers would keep the press away.
"Miss Granger, Miss Granger," the reporters continued to shout.
However, the reporters' questions remained unanswered as the couple entered the luxurious restaurant.
"Mr. Malfoy, it is an honor to have you dine with us tonight," the maitre'd greeted them with a bow. "And with your stunning fiancée at your side."
“Thank you. I hope our private room is ready.”
"Of course, Sir. Right this way," the man said, leading them toward the room.
All eyes were on the gorgeous couple as they passed the affluent patrons of the restaurant, heading towards the utterly exclusive private room.
Hermione gasped when she saw an entree that was on fire being carried to a table.
Getting a reservation for the private room was impossible for anyone who was not a Malfoy, for that part of the restaurant was reserved for its owners. Draco had decided not to tell her this little fact, as he did not want to cheapen the date.
“This is fantastic!” Hermione said she sat down.
"It will get better," Draco said, scooting her up to the table. "Wait until we order."
Hermione smiled and reached out to Draco to steal a kiss.
Draco grinned and teased her lips lightly with his tongue.
Hermione moaned a bit and tried to deepen the kiss, but Draco pulled away.
“It would be not good manners to ravish you at the table.”
Hermione pouted, but she opened her menu to look it over.
"There aren't any prices," she said, looking at Draco.
Draco smirked. “Darling, price doesn't matter. Just pick whatever you are interested in trying.”
"But Draco. I can't let you keep spending money on me," Hermione said with a pout.
“Love, my vault won't even miss the pocket money I spent on you. What matters to me is that you are happy here.” Draco took her hand and kisses it.
Hermione smiled at him. "I just don't want you to think that I am just after you for your money."
“I have loved you for so long. And love does not measure in galleons. However, if the money can give us a nice night out, why not enjoy?”
Hermione grinned as she took his hand and kissed the tips of each finger.
“I am after you because you are so sexy,” she said and grinned.
Draco smiled at her, but suddenly pouted. "You don't like anything but my body?"
“I do. I like that you're so tall and muscular. And the way you get just that hint of bronzing in summer. Delicious.”
"What about my personality?" Draco moaned, hiding behind his menu and pretending to cry.
“I think you're very sweet. And smart. Noble, too as I am sure you could laze in the manor all days, but you work your gorgeous arse off as an auror.”
Draco grinned and lowered his menu.
He would not tell her that the only reason why he had began auror training was because he knew for sure that she would be handling Auror admin duties.
"What can I get for you this evening, Mr. Malfoy?" a waiter asked.
Draco turned to him sharply.
Hermione was still trying to decipher the menu, as the names of the dishes were unfamiliar to her.
“Love, you order first,” Draco said, turning his attention to his fiancé.
Hermione bit her lip. "Why don't you pick something for me?" she asked, taking his hand.
“Of course, Love, if you so wish.”
She smiled at him.
Draco ordered the food quickly, hoping to get rid of the waiter as soon as possible.
The waiter nodded and left quickly
"Tell me," Hermione said, looking him over and blinking her tears back. "Was I a real terror at the Marriage Council meeting?"
“Yes, I must sadly say. But I knew you were nervous.”
"Why is it that I feel so much better now?" Hermione asked. "I don't feel what had become my usual tenseness. I don't have muscle knots anymore."
“I think it is because you realize that we belong together. We are made for each other. And our children will be perfect.”
Hermione laughed a little. "It's odd. Normally, I am so stubborn. And I would not give you a chance with the way that I feel for another. But he will likely never pan out. He's probably gay or something with my luck at picking men. That is why I am lucky you picked me."
“You are the only woman I have ever wanted. There is no one else for me.” Draco said and looked into her eyes.
Hermione stood up and walked around the table. Draco started to stand as well, but stopped when she motioned to him. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and put her cheek on his head.
“But so many other witches desire you. I could see how they were looking at you when we walked through the restaurant today.”
"Wizards were staring at you, too," Draco said, taking her hands and kissing her palms.
“I didn't notice them. But some of the witches were looking at you like you were candy for a starving woman.”
"Well, I am only your candy," Draco said, resting his cheek on her upper arm. "Always have been. Always will be."
“Promise?” she asked, playing with his silky hair.
"I swear it," he said, as she tilted his head back.
“Good. I do not want to lose you. You are special to me.”
“I am yours to keep. I want to make you happy. To show you how much I love you,” Draco said and looked up at her dreamily.
Just then the waiter walked into the room.
He placed the plates of the entree and the bottle of wine on the table and disappeared again.
Hermione walked over to retake her seat.
“What did you order for the entrees?” Hermione asked.
"I ordered you lamb in a cherry sauce, my Dear. I ordered duck flambé for myself," Draco said, smiling at her.
“This is so yummy,” Hermione said between bites. “I love lamb, but it is so expensive.
Draco smiled at her as he savored his own dish.
The few witches his father had forced to take out on dates were unbearable. They would chatter stupidly about nonsense and then pick on their food, whining that they’d get fat.
"You are lovely," Draco whispered as Hermione stared sadly at the empty plate.
Hermione blushed. When she was with Severus, it felt different, as Severus was friendly, but distant. Draco, on the other hand, seemed to be enamored with her.
"Would you like to order dessert, my Love?" Draco asked, reaching out and touching her hand after he dabbed his mouth.
“Yes, dessert would be nice.”
"Pick anything," Draco said, smiling at his beauty.
“What about sharing a large bowl of ice cream?”
"Whatever you wish, I am sure the chef would be happy to prepare for us," Draco said, as she took his hand.
Hermione smiled brightly. Draco was really not all that bad.
"I love you," Draco said, after the waiter had once again left them.
Hermione didn't know what to say to that. He sounded so sincere.
“You don't have to answer me about how you feel now,” Draco assured her. “I just wanted to tell you how I feel.”
Hermione smiled at him. "I am lucky that you found me."
Draco's heart felt fluttery. She liked him!
A large bowl of vanilla ice cream with a variety of toppings on the side was subsequently delivered.
Hermione took a spoon and scooped a generous spoonful, offering it to Draco. Draco grinned and accepted her offering as he offered her a spoon full. Hermione took the offered sweet and savored it for a long time, licking the spoon seductively. Draco sighed leaning his face into his other hand and staring at her.
“You are making me very hot and bothered here.”
"Well, that can be remedied," Hermione said, "After the opera tonight."
Draco grinned.
"Assuming you behave," Hermione said, feeding him another mouthful of ice cream.
“Oh I will do as you order,” Draco groaned, wishing that they did not have to attend the opera.
Hermione smiled as they finished the dessert.
“Shall we go to the opera now?” Draco asked as he stood up from the table.
Hermione nodded, and took his arm. They vanished with a crack of thunder and appeared inside the opera house.
“We have a private box for us,” Draco whispered as he led her past the curious onlookers.
Hermione kissed Draco on the lips gently. Some cameras flashed, but she ignored them.
"DRAKE!" a voice called.
Draco groaned.
Draco turned, "For the last time, Parkinson, my name is Mr. Malfoy to you."
“But Dracie-poo darling, I missed you!”
"I can't profess to share the sentiment, and if you hadn't read the papers, and knowing you are proudly illiterate, I suppose you haven't. But I am engaged now."
The Slytherin girl looked at Hermione and blinked many times.
“To who? I don't know her.”
"She doesn't recognize you, Goddess," Draco said, emphasizing his title for Hermione.
Pansy still looked confused.
"Miss Granger to you, Parkinson. But soon," Hermione lifted her hand and showed off her engagement ring, "You may call me, Mrs. Malfoy."
Draco leaned over to kiss Hermione's cheek.
Pansy sputtered. “The Mudblood? Seriously? Well, I guess even a flobberworm would look good in a designer gown!”
Draco's lip curled up as he saw Hermione's eyes tear up at that word.
Hermione extracted her wand from a hidden pocket in her garter and pointed it at Pansy.
Hermione leaned over and got in the other girl's face. "Still jealous that you couldn't entice my fiancé to your bed, eh?"
“And so you did? I hear all Mudbloods are whores!”
Hermione's temper was rising rapidly.
"Ladies," Draco said, touching Hermione's back
“She insulted us! She deserves to be punished!”
"Take the high road," Draco whispered to her, brushing his lips against her ear. "I want to show you our view, my Love."
“You are right, Draco. I should not ruin our special night with this lower being.”
"Indeed," Draco whispered. "Who paid you to accompany them tonight Pansy?"
"Enjoy your evening, Parkinson," Hermione said, latching onto Draco's arm and allowing herself to be steered up the stairs to the second level of the opera house.
“I am glad you didn't hex her,” Draco said and kissed her cheek.
"If we have a view of where she is sitting, I might stun her," Hermione said, goosing Draco.
Draco jumped as he felt a hand cup his bum.
“You do have an admirable backside,” Hermione giggled.
"I like it that you like it."
“I am looking forward to seeing you in all your glory tonight.”
Hermione smiled as Draco led her into the private box.
She stared at the gorgeous couch just right for two people along with the chilling Champagne in a bucket with two flutes.
“Draco, this is so romantic!”
Draco smirked as he popped the cork from the bottle and poured them each a flute and offered one to her. Hermione giggled as she took the glass.
“Nothing will ruin our evening!” Hermione said and leaned in for a kiss.
“No, I won't let anything happen to ruin it. We're on a wonderful romantic night out. I am with the most beautiful woman in the world. What more can I wish?”
Hermione blushed. Hermione looked at him as the lights flashed.
"The show starts in five minutes, Princess," Draco said, motioning to the couch so she would take a seat first.
She smiled and went to sit down. She had never been on a proper date in her life. Dates like this only happened in Muggle movies, not in life.
Draco took a seat next to her and draped an arm around her shoulders.
"Shall I propose a toast?" Hermione asked, looking into Draco's eyes after he touched his nose to her cheek.
“Of course, Princess, if you like.”
Hermione bit her lip before speaking, "To-to a new friend," she lowered her eyes for a moment before looking at him as she finished, "and maybe something more."
“I am quite sure that there is more than friendship possible with us. I love you, Hermione.”
Hermione smiled at him and licked her lips. "I think that it is as well."
They clinked the glasses, and each took a sip.
“We can go to Chelsea after the show. Would you like that?” Draco reminded her. He desperately wanted to be hers tonight.
“Yes, I would like to see your other home very much.”
Draco smiled as the music began and he set his flute down next to him on the table. Hermione smiled as the show progressed and sighed as she leaned forward.
Draco felt extremely happy. It was so perfect to be out with her. She was so sweet and lovely and he was falling in love with her all over again.
He cut his eyes to the left of the upstairs. His nose crinkled as he saw Pansy squinting at their box through opera glasses. Draco smiled and reached for Hermione. He wrapped his arms around her and stretched a leg out behind her. He drew her back to rest on his chest as he kissed her forehead.
Hermione sighed contently. Draco was nice. And his actions were not intrusive. He was a true gentleman. She just wished she could remember why she had been fighting him so much, why she had been so angry and so mean to him for years.
"We have an audience," Draco whispered, "Pansy has been spying on us almost since the beginning."
“Oh has she? Well maybe we should give her a special show?” Hermione asked and smirked; Before Draco could ask whet she meant, she settled in Draco's lap, straddling him.
Draco panted as he looked up at her.
Hermione leaned in with a smile on her lips and softly undid the top buttons of Draco's robes just enough to kiss his neck.
Draco's breath hitched. He had often imagined all the things he would do with his love once they were together, but this reality was a million times better.
He panted as she slid her hands around on his chest.
"Touch me, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said. "I want that little witch to know to whom you belong."
Draco put his trembling hands on her sides. He wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.
“Don't be so coy, Draco. You are my sexy fiancé, and we can be naughty if we want to.”
"I want to show you a nice date. I don't want you to feel that sex is all I am after from you," he moaned as Hermione unbuttoned him a little more. “After all, you are sort of being forced to spend time with me and eventually marry me.”
“We are getting married. I know that you don't want just sex. If you were just after a lay, you wouldn't need to propose.”
"Will I have you tonight?" Draco asked, leaning up close to her. "I don't want you toying with me. I want you so badly. But I need to know where this may lead, what liberties you will allow me."
Hermione thought for a moment. She was engaged to the man. They were expecting a baby. Why would she not allow him pleasure? She was sure that she would be thoroughly ravished as well.
"Well, my Darling," Draco asked, looking at her with wide eyes. "Do you just want to snog? Or do you want something more?"
“How can I refuse you, my handsome sex god?” Hermione asked, her voice breathy. She leaned closer and nibbled at his neck, making a love bite.
Draco's eyes rolled into his head as Hermione's hand ghosted over his belt. He lifted her on his waist as he stood sliding his hand to take her wand lightly. He pulled back and whispered a silencing spell.
“I think you are very eager,” she whispered as she cupped him.
"Shall we go to Chelsea?" Draco rasped, stumbling a little and pushing her against the wall.
“I think so. I know the story of this opera. We would have better home entertainment.”
Draco squeezed the wand and groaned as they reappeared in the entrance hall of the Chealsea home. He tugged the dress pulling it down. He bit his lip as he stared at her breasts. They were begging him to bury his face in them.
Hermione loved the hungry lustful look in his pretty face. She pulled him close for a passionate kiss.
Draco growled against her lips as his hips pressed forward and he carried her up the stairs toward the master bedroom. He would have her now.
Hermione felt giddy. She liked his passion. It was almost like in these bodice ripper novels she liked to read.
She put her head on his shoulder as he stumbled down the hallway stopping every so often to suck on her neck or tug at her clothes.
“I can't wait to see you naked,” Hermione murmured, running her hand through his silky hair.
Draco let his head fall back and tried to keep himself from coming. He wouldn't come in his trousers. Not with Hermione so close and wanting him. She needed sex.
He would make love to her many, many times to make sure that he got her pregnant. He could cast a quick fertility spell even.
Hermione sighed into his neck. This felt so nice. So comfortable.
They finally reached the bedroom and he put her down on the green silk covers of the king sized bed.
Hermione lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed. Her breathing was peaceful.
Draco leaned closer to her. Was she sleeping? Was he that boring to her? He touched her cheek. She smiled and murmured something in her sleep. Draco cursed under his breath. What had happened to her?
"Pretty blond," Hermione giggled, turning and throwing an arm around Draco's middle.
Just his bloody luck.
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There was Chapter 10. Hope you all like it. Please leave a review.
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