More Than Meets the Eye

Chapter 11

Draco stretched as he woke up. Reaching out, he realized that he was alone. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room to find she was no longer there. Noticing that her clothes and robe were still on the floor, he wondered where she could be. A moment later the door opened and she entered carrying a tray, his dark robe wrapped around her, trailing slightly on the floor. Draco sat up and appraised her.

Hermione blushed slightly under his stare. “I brought us some breakfast.”

“You went down to the kitchen dressed like that?”

“No, only to the other room. I asked Dobby to bring us something,” she answered setting down the tray.

Draco quirked a brow at her. “I'm surprised that you'd ask a house elf for something.”

“Dobby is different. He's paid.”

“I see, so you don't have a problem with house elves serving?”

“Of course not, but everyone deserves to be paid for the work that they do. Now can I get you something?”

Draco paused a moment to think. “Hermione, you tutor quite a bit don't you?”

“Yes,” she replied, slightly startled at the sudden change of topics.

“Well now that we're married, that will have to stop.”

“What?!”

“No more tutoring,” he responded.

“What gives you the right to tell me what I can and can't do?” she demanded angrily, crossing her arms across her chest.

“The right of a husband. It is part of my job to look out for your best interests.”

“How exactly is it in my best interest for you to decree how I spend my time with no consideration of my thoughts or feelings on the matter? I happen to like tutoring!”

“That's fine, but you provide a valuable service to this school, and you should be paid for it.”

“Paid? What is wrong with you? I don't want to get paid.”

“That is only because you've been taught to think that way,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Listen, like I said, I have no problem with your desire to teach. I hear that you are quite good at it, but it is only right and fair that you be compensated for the work that you do.”

“Draco Malfoy, I know that this might come as a shock to you, but there are more important things in life than money! I am amply compensated for the work that I do. It is bloody insulting of you to belittle the self gratification and satisfaction I receive, by insisting that I get paid.”

“I know,” he replied softly, “and that is exactly how the house elves feel when you try to force clothes and money on them.”

Hermione felt her jaw slacken as the full meaning of his words poured over her and doused the fury in her. Arrogant bastard! She knew he had said that they would have this conversation, but she hadn't expected him to surprise attack her the morning after their wedding. Thinking on it more, she realized that she should have. Looking at him she noticed his smirk at her reaction. “Okay Prat, you needn't gloat so much!”

Draco laughed. “Would you not gloat if you had just won?”

She gave him a small smile before looking at him anxiously. “Have I really insulted all of the house elves here at Hogwarts?”

“Insulted is probably too strong of a word. They understand that you come from a different culture. They were less offended than hurt that you refused to listen to them when they said that they were happy.”

“I need to go to the kitchens and apologize.”

“First let's have breakfast.”

“Of course,” she replied pouring a cup of coffee and bringing it over to him. “What would you like?”

He took the mug away from her and placed it safely on the table next to him. “My robe.”

“Your... your robe?” she stammered, looking down at the black material wrapped snuggly around her.

“Yes,” he answered, grabbing hold of the knot to keep her from moving away from him. “Although it looks amazing on you, it is cold in here, and there is no way that I am going to wear yours. So hand it over.”

“I can't just hand it over.”

“Why not?” he teased.

“Draco Malfoy, you know perfectly well why not!” she answered hotly.

“My dear wife, are you trying to tell me that you're naked under that robe?” he asked, pretending to be shocked. He laughed at the look she gave him and pulled her down so that she sat facing him. “Well in that case I don't want my robe. I want what's inside my robe,” he said leaning in to give her a passionate kiss.

Hermione moaned softly and eagerly responded to him. Running one hand through his hair, she lightly brushed the other up his bare chest. Suddenly he jumped away from her.

“That tickles!”

She smiled playfully at him. Who would have thought that the great Draco Malfoy was ticklish? “What this?” she asked, flicking her fingers against him.

“Hermione....” he replied sternly, jumping again.

She moved her other hand to his ribs. “How about this?” she asked, attacking.

“Alright, that's it! You were warned,” he answered, grabbing at her wrists. Hermione squealed, and a friendly wrestling match ensued. She gave a good fight, but he quickly had her secured beneath him, pinning her hands above her head. “You've had your fun, and now it is time for me to have mine!” He looked down to see her smirk. “You look rather smug for someone in your position.”

“That's because I know something that you don't. I still have the upper hand,” she told him, trying to ignore the fact that she was being held down by a very naked Draco.

“And what is that?”

“I'm not ticklish.”

Draco gave a wicked grin and moved her hands so that he could hold on to them with one of his. Reaching for the knotted belt, he whispered in her ear. “Mrs. Malfoy, who said anything about tickling?”

Hermione gasped as his lips came crashing against hers. Opening the robe, he sucked and bit his way down. She groaned in ecstasy when he caught a pebbled nipple between his teeth. She knew she was going to be covered in bruises and bite marks, and briefly wondered if he had vampire blood somewhere in his heritage. A thought that fled when he impaled her with a single thrust. Not giving her a chance to catch her breath, he pumped in and out of her quickly. He lifted one of her legs to drape over his shoulder, and she screamed as the new position caused him to rub over her sensitive nerve endings. Grabbing his hips she moved in rhythm to him, as she climbed higher and higher. Draco rotated his hips to grind into her and she came hard, his name on her lips. A few more thrusts, and he was flying with her.

Moments later when they lay next to each other trying to catch their breaths, Draco turned his head to look at her. "Now you know what happens to wives who tickle their husbands."

Hermione looked back at him, her face revealing the awe and lust that was still coursing through her veins. “You promise?”

Draco laughed at her question. “Yes my wanton little minx, I promise.”


A/N: I know that it is a little short but the next chapter should be up soon. For those of you who have left a review, thank you for your thoughts and kind words. For those of you who haven't I would love to hear from you. -Ryz