Mrs Malfoy

A/N: Hiya! Only two days and another update. I think you should all thank my European History since 1945 Professor and his 200 pages of reading assigned tonight for me writing this chapter. :D

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Chapter 10

Hermione switched the paper bag to her left arm awkwardly as she found the keys to her flat. She opened it with some difficulty and practically fell through the doorway into the lounge.

‘Hermione, is that you?’ she heard Draco’s voice from the bedroom.

‘Yes,’ she said as though it were obvious.

‘Come into the bedroom, will you?’ he said, apparently in the bedroom himself.

‘Just let my put the shopping away first,’ she said.

He stood in the doorway of the bedroom and looked at her strangely. ‘Why did you go shopping?’

She reflected his own look back on him. ‘It’s Monday,’ she said. ‘I always go shopping on Monday.’

‘Well, get in here when you’re done,’ he said and moved back into the room.

He was acting strange, she thought to herself. She wondered what he was up to. She picked each thing out of the bag one by one and put them in their respective places in the kitchen. She looked at her watch. It was half-five already. She had stayed late at work today and then had to go to the shops to pick up the groceries for the week. ‘What did you want for dinner, Draco?’ she asked from her spot in their small kitchen.

He didn’t answer. She looked into the refrigerator and found a bottle of champagne. ‘And what’s this champagne for?’ she asked. Again, no answer. Finally, she walked into the bedroom as he had requested before. She gasped when she noticed that he had changed the furniture in the room. Instead of there being a bed in the middle of the room, as there had been since they had moved in, there was a large mahogany desk (which looked oddly like Professor Snape’s old desk) against one wall and in the middle of the room a student’s desk, the kind where the seat was connected to the desk.

She nearly dropped the bottle of champagne. ‘Wh—what’s this?’ she stuttered.

He smirked at her as he pulled the bottle of champagne from her hand and set it onto the Professor’s desk. ‘A gift.’

‘For what?’ she asked.

He looked at her strangely again for a moment, like he had earlier. Then he smiled a strange smile. ‘You really don’t know?’ he asked.

She shook her head as if in a daze. His smiled widened into a smirk. In an instant, her knickers were wet. He moved towards her, giving her an appreciative look, then he pulled out his wand and transfigured her everyday, ordinary muggle clothes into something she would not wear unless something very good were to come to fruition.

Her plain while blouse was twisted and tied and tightened until it only covered her breasts and her midriff was bared. Her short black pencil skirt was further shortened and became a black and grey plaid colour. The knickers and bra that she was wearing today made no change, but she figured that that was because they were already sexy as they were—green Slytherin silk, just how he liked it.

‘That’s better,’ he said in a silky voice. ‘Now…’ and he pointed the wand to himself, giving himself black Professor’s robes. He walked behind the large desk, opened a drawer and donned his reading spectacles (which Hermione had thought were undeniable attractive even before she had seen them in conjunction with the Professor’s robes).

He looked at her over the lenses of his spectacles and smirked. ‘Miss Granger.’

Soaked. Yup, they were soaked. She knew that if this skirt moved at all, he would be able to see the wet spot on her knickers.

‘Now, it seems as though you’ve gotten yourself into a spot of trouble,’ he continued as if he hadn’t just nearly given her an orgasm by just speaking her name. She nodded somewhat dumbly, still trying to figure out why he had decided randomly to create this wonderful role-play on a random Monday night. ‘Am I right?’ he asked a bit more forcefully.

Hermione cleared her throat. ‘Er…Yeah—I mean, yes, Professor.’

He smirked that libidinous smirk. ‘I was told that you’ve been sneaking out after hours and returning very late to your Head quarters.’

Hermione bowed her head, following his role. ‘Yes, Professor.’

‘Now that is not something that the Head Girl should do. You know this Miss Granger.’

She looked up at him. ‘Yes, Professor,’ she repeated again.

His mouth became a sensuous line on his face as he pulled something else out of the desk drawer. It was a tie. A Slytherin tie. ‘I believe that a punishment is in order.’

Hermione gasped. The tie meant she would be tied up, but to what? Her eyes fell upon the smaller desk in the middle of the room.

‘I want you to stand in front of the desk, facing away from me,’ he said. She immediately nodded her head and followed his instructions. She knew that when he was in this mood, there was nothing to do but to go along with it—and it was always so much more pleasurable when she did.

‘Now bend over and grab the seat with your hands,’ he said.

She did as he asked and felt the skirt ride right above her bum, she knew that he could see the entirety of her arse as she displayed it for him in this position. He walked around in front of her and tied her hands to the back of the seat that was connected to the desk that she was currently sprawled over.

‘Staying out afterhours? Obviously having clandestine meetings with another student. Miss Granger, I’m disappointed in you. I think it will be twenty lashings for your debauchery and indiscretion.’

‘Twenty?’ Hermione asked in alarm. She saw the riding crop in his hand. She had handled ten before, but it had been difficult. Twenty?

‘I think I’m being rather generous, given your recklessness.’

She conceded finally by laying her head against the desk. ‘Thank you, Professor.’

She could hear the smile in his voice as he said, ‘Count for me, Miss Granger.’

Thwap! ‘Ouch…one.’ Thwap! ‘Oww…two.’ Thwap! ‘Ah…three.’

‘I think these are hindering your punishment, Miss Granger,’ he said, pulling her knickers down her legs. Her arse was now completely exposed to him, sticking in the air, ready for him to continue.

Thwack! ‘Oh, Merlin…four.’

By the time that he had gotten to twenty, she was sure that she would melt into a painful, hormonal puddle of goo. He stepped away from her after she barely gasped out the word ‘Twenty.’ She collapsed against the desk with tears in her eyes, a very sore bottom, and her juices dripping down her legs.

Thwack! ‘Ouch! Draco! What was that for?’

‘One to grow on,’ he whispered hotly in her ear.

‘Wha—’ Hermione asked. ‘What day is it?’

‘It’s the nineteenth,’ he said with a smile as he untied her wrists.

Hermione turned around on the desk and gingerly sat on the edge, looking at him. She then looked around the room. ‘A gift,’ she smiled, realising what this was for. ‘And a spanking.’

‘Happy 20th birthday, love.’

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Oh, Merlin. Oh, Godric. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.

‘Hermione, I think that’s our cue,’ Harry said softly from her side.

Hermione looked up at him in anxiety. ‘Am I really doing this, Harry?’

He laughed softly. ‘I think it’s too late to get cold feet.’ He grabbed her arm in his and pulled her forward slightly.

‘Don’t do that, I’ll trip on my dress.’

He just smiled and pulled her through the doorway. She looked up and everything, everybody seemed to disappear. She saw him, standing there at the altar, waiting for her, waiting for her to come and marry him. She was getting married to Draco. She never thought this day would come.

She walked slowly down the aisle, trying to stay in rhythm with the music that she couldn’t really hear, and trying to stay in step with Harry when all she really wanted to do was run down the aisle and kiss that slight smirk of her soon-to-be husband’s face.

The people in the audience didn’t really exist to her at that moment. Sure, she knew that her mother was there with tiny baby Rose in her lap, her soon-to-be mother- and father-in-law. Her friends.

She was finally there, of her own free will. She was given away by Harry with all of her family’s blessings. Draco placed the ring in her hand with his wish and she slipped it onto his finger. She gave him her ring with her wish and he placed it on her finger. They said their vows, drank from a chalice, ate some bread, and were pronounced man and wife.

He grabbed her whole body in his arms, pulling her against him as he gave her the first kiss of their married lives. It was consuming and powerful and she knew that it was binding. But she couldn’t have been happier. He broke the kiss and looked at her with that love that had so eluded her before shining brightly in his eyes.

‘Now you belong to me,’ was his smart remark.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

‘Oh, come on, Draco. That little place right on the corner, across from the British Museum?’

‘You always want to go to that chip shop,’ Draco complained, holding a struggling one-year-old Rose in his arms.

‘Well, it’s a nice one. And not overpriced like most of the places in London.’

‘What about the one up in Camden Town? Elephant’s Ear or something?’

‘Elephant’s Head,’ Hermione smiled. ‘I guess we can go that one.’

‘Okay, let’s go, she’s really hungry.’

Hermione smiled as they made their way onto the tube. She and Draco had lived in Muggle London for nearly two years, so even though they now lived in Malfoy Manor, they still liked to go into Muggle London once in a while, especially for a good chippy and a pint of good beer.

They sat down in the back of the little pub at an old wooden table that looked like it should have been retired fifteen years ago, but Hermione and Draco both loved the atmosphere of the pubs for lunch. They weren’t full of teenagers this time of day and the football games weren’t yet on for it to be too loud.

When their meals were brought out, Hermione dug right in. She shoved a chip into her mushy peas and ate it with relish. She loved this particular delight. Draco, however, complained. ‘They gave me those damn peas again. I could’ve sworn I said “No nasty peas.”’

Hermione smiled. ‘But they’re so good!’

‘I don’t know how you can eat those things,’ he sulked. He balanced Rose precariously on one knee while he covered his chips in salad cream. ‘Now this is good.’

Hermione just shook her head with a smile. ‘See if Rose wants the peas.’

He looked at her a moment before he realised that that might actually be a good idea. He grabbed a teaspoon and picked up a glob of mushy peas. He brought it up to Rose’s mouth. ‘Want some peas, Rosy?’

‘Yuh-yuh.’

She ate the peas and swallowed. She waited for a minute, both Hermione and Draco holding their breaths to see if she would like it or not, then she smiled. A big, four-tooth smile.

‘Guess who’s getting your mushy peas from now on,’ Hermione smiled.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

‘Okay, that’s it,’ he said with flair. ‘How do you expect me to study when you’re naked?’

Hermione looked up at him curiously. Her hair was tied tight behind her head and she had been going over Ancient Runes for the last hour. ‘I told you, I revise better when I’m naked.’

‘I thought you were insinuating that you wanted to have sex,’ Draco said.

‘Maybe later, Malfoy,’ Hermione said. ‘I have to study though. And you should be too.’

He gave her an angry glare and looked back down at his book. He had thought that when she had said in a sexy voice that she liked to study naked—and had asked him if he wanted to join—that she really wasn’t going to study and was just thinking of a reason to get him back in her bed, but she really had been talking about revising, and she really did like to revise naked. It was admittedly distracting when he was naked as well. He had stripped as soon as they had gotten in her room.

She began reading her runes again when she felt a hand slide down her back. She looked up at him again. He was looking at his textbook, but he had that slight smile on his face.

‘I told you, I can’t have sex right now, I’m reading this.’

‘How can you read that? How? I haven’t gotten two sentences!’

Hermione smirked at him. ‘Are you saying you can’t resist me?’

He choked for a second. Then he glared at her. ‘Don’t even think I’m going to beg you, Granger. If that’s why you’ve come up with this little scheme, I might as well leave.’

Hermione smiled. ‘Then leave. I’m trying to study, you’re bothering me.’

He gaped openly at her. ‘Are you serious?’

‘Yes,’ she said without looking up. Then she suddenly felt Malfoy’s hand move between her legs and pet her damp cunt lightly.

‘Liar, he smiled. 'You little liar,’ he said with a smile. ‘You’re turned on.’

She glared at him this time. ‘That doesn’t mean I don’t have to study.

Before she knew it, he had rolled her over and was between her legs in an instant, hovering over her more-than-willing body. ‘Yes it does,’ he said.

He kissed her then and she smiled. This was close enough to begging and she could spare a half-hour. She had been studying rather hard for the last few weeks, and had admittedly been ignoring Malfoy to do so. He had her hands pinned to the bed and was thrusting his hips slightly, his cock jutting against her stomach.

He pulled away and looked at her. ‘You’re going to take a break now, whether you like it or not.’

‘Okay,’ she breathed helplessly. She loved when he was like this. When he was completely dominant and she could do nothing in her power to stop him. She could stop him, but what would be the good in that? An extra-Outstanding instead of a regular Outstanding?

He looked a little surprised that she had acquiesced so easily, but had no qualms about it as he dropped his hips between her legs and thrust into her easily. Books and parchments were thrown off the bed as they came together for the first time in what seemed like weeks, what could have been weeks. ‘Oh, fuck Hermione.’

It was the only time he said her name. Only when he was inside her.

‘Merlin, Draco,’ she moaned.

It was the only time she said his.

She hoped that that would change at some point. She wasn’t sure what they would do after they were out of school, done with NEWTs and into the real world. She hadn’t given much thought to what she would want to do once she got out of school. She knew she wanted to be Minister for Magic one day, but she figured she’d just take the first job offered to her in the Ministry and work her way up. She and Draco and both agreed that they didn’t want this to end. This relationship for lack of a better word, so she would take that as far as it would go as well.

He pulled out from her and told her to get on the side of the bed. She liked this position the best, her arse right to the edge of the bed, Malfoy standing beside the bed, her legs thrown over his shoulders. It was the perfect position for him to get as deep as he could possibly get. After just a few thrusts in this position, she came, pushing her legs hard against Malfoy’s shoulders and she rode it out, him still thrusting into her just as hard.

He let her legs drop down to his elbows and bent forward a bit, thrusting still. He looked into her eyes. ‘Gods, Hermione.’

He was about to come, she could tell, and she was getting close to another orgasm as well, one hand held onto the back of his head as he kissed her knee and the other found her clit as his thrusts became uncontrolled. He thrust hard into her, sinking his weight into her body as he spasmed into her.

They let their breathing calm down a bit and crawled back onto the bed together before Malfoy wrapped an arm around her. ‘We’re revising together more often.’

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this. Just some longer stories to some of the snippets from the end of the last chapter. There are 8 more snippets there that I can write about if you guys want more stuff like this before I end the story...or if you hated it, I can just end the story, haha. Let me know which you prefer!

~Charlie