His Saving Grace

CHAPTER TEN: Silencing Spells









Hermione watched from the doorway as Draco kissed the top of their daughter’s head as he stood beside her cot, rocking her back and forth. She didn’t catch what he was whispering into the baby’s ear, but figured it was something special between father and daughter and she really didn’t need to know.





Draco had been with them all day, arriving shortly after breakfast. He had been fascinated by watching her clean, following her around with Grace on his hip. He and Harry had spent some time talking Quidditch and playing with the baby for awhile before heading off to share the pensive.







A short time later, they returned, Draco looking a bit haggard as he made his way into the living room and yanked her from the sofa and into his arms.





“What on earth?” Hermione was staring at Harry over Draco’s shoulder as he squeezed her tight against him. Harry shrugged, smiling softly before he left the room to give them some privacy. “Draco, what is it, what did Harry show you?” She asked, rubbing his back.







“I’m so sorry I put you through that, Hermione.” He whispered against her neck. “I feel horrid.”







“Oh, Draco, no…don’t feel horrid, it isn’t your fault.” She laughed, pushing him back and laying her hands on his cheeks.







“It is, if I had been a man and protected you instead of….well you know…..you wouldn’t have gone through so much pain!” He said.







“She was worth it.” Hermione said, kissing his lips softly.





She laughed at the memory and watched Draco lay Grace into her crib, covering her with a light blanket as he leaned over her.





“There are four corners on my bed, and four witches around my head, my dreams one reads while another writes, and two who guard me through the night. Goodnight, Grace, I love you.” He whispered before turning to face Hermione, a soft blush on his cheeks.





“What was that?” Hermione asked, turning down the lights and pulling the door closed halfway.





“Mum used to always recite that little poem when she tucked me in at night.” He said.







“That is so sweet, Draco.” Hermione said, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. “You are learning quickly, I think you are going to be a good father.”







“I want to be. I don’t want to be like my own father.” He said, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Not that he doesn’t love me, I know he does. He just isn’t very tolerant, he wants me to be who he wants me to be and could care less about what I want.”





Hermione sat down beside him and put her hand on his knee, squeezing gently as she stared over at him.





“You will do better by Grace, Draco. I can already see that she has you wrapped around her finger like a ribbon.” Hermione laughed.







“Yes she does.” He said, smiling towards her bedroom. “Hermione…that night…when we um…made Grace…I was a bit out of it and I was wondering…” He raked his fingers through his hair and his face and neck flushed.







“What?” She asked.





“Well, regardless of the rumors, I had really only ever been with Pansy and one other girl….I wasn’t sure if you…you know, enjoyed it at all.” He was embarrassed to ask, but he wanted to know, he wanted to be able to please her. Her shocked expression only made his embarrassment worse. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have asked you that, I’m an idiot.”







“No, it’s just that I had heard you made your way through the Slytherin Girls Dorm our fifth year.” She said, laughing softly, somewhat relieved to discover that he hadn’t been through every girl in Hogwarts. “To answer your question, yes….I did enjoy it….I mean it hurt at first, but you were very gentle, very tender.”







“Gods I’m glad to hear it…I was worried…I didn’t want you to be disappointed and never let me touch you again.” He whispered softly. “I want to touch you again, more than just about anything at the moment.”







Hermione felt her face flush and her entire body heat at the thought of having his hands on her once more. She nodded her head slowly and held her breath as he leaned in to brush his lips over hers.





“Breathe, Hermione.” Draco whispered, smiling slightly when she sucked in a deep breath just before he opened his lips over hers. She whimpered and returned his kiss, her hands coming to rest against his chest. Draco folded his arms around her and pulled her closer. He nibbled at her bottom lip gently, and then slid his tongue into her mouth to explore and tangle with hers.





His hands began to wander, sliding beneath the hem of her tee to caress the silky, warm skin of her back. He plucked at the closure of her bra until the clasp gave way and the garment loosened. His hand slid forward, shoving the cotton and lace out of his way as he cupped her, squeezing and kneading gently as he brushed his thumbs over the soft peaks. Her fingertips curled into his pectorals as he pushed her back gently to rest against the bedding.





He slid his lips from hers to traverse the long length of her throat while his fingers pushed the cotton tee up and over her breasts. He stared at her in wonder for a few moments before lowering his head and capturing the tip of one breast in his mouth, sucking gently and flicking his tongue over and around the pouting nipple.







“Draco.” Hermione cried his name out softly, her fingers tangling in his silky hair. He pressed soft kisses between her breasts and over the soft swell of the other one before treating it to the same delightful torture. She tightened her grip and arched her back, pressing tighter to the tormenting caress of his lips. He tugged at the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper before sliding his hand along her stomach and beneath the elastic waistband of her white, cotton knickers.







“Damn…” He whispered against her skin as his fingers slid through her heated folds. She was slick and hot beneath his fingers as he explored her sex gently.







“Draco….what are…..oh gods that feels good.” She moaned, turning her face into his shoulder and lifting her hips, pressing into his touch.







“Just let me touch you…nothing more I promise.” He whispered hoarsely against her ear as his fingers continued to slide along her tender flesh, teasing and taunting until she was moaning and writhing beneath his hand. His breathing was ragged and his erection painful as he tortured them both. She stiffened and he could feel her flesh pulse beneath his fingers as she cried out sharply, her hands fisting in his shirt as she came beneath his touch.







“Mmmm….Draco.” She pressed her lips to his throat, kissing gently before sliding her tongue along his skin.







“Don’t do that, love.” He groaned, his hands sliding from between her thighs to clutch her hip. “I’m barely in control here.”







“Let me touch you too.” She whispered, grazing the tendons on his neck with her teeth and causing him to shiver. Her hands slid along his stomach and down over the hard ridge of his erection pressing into the front of his jeans. He jerked beneath her gentle touch, his stomach muscles clenching when her hands stole beneath his shirt to caress the ridged expanse of his abdomen.







“Be careful, love…” He sucked in his breath and held it as she pulled the fastenings free and pulled the waist band of his boxers back so she could slide her hand inside and wrap her fingers around him.







“Breathe, Draco.” She said, smiling. “Is this right?” She asked, squeezing gently and sliding her hand along his length, stroking the fingertips of her other hand over the tip, spreading the moisture she found there.





“Ummmm….” Draco was incapable of coming up with a coherent thought and speech was beyond him as her soft hands explored him. It had been a year since he had felt the caress of anyone’s hand but his own. The last time he had felt a woman’s hands on his body they had been making their daughter and she had been clutching at his shoulders and back.





“I didn’t get to touch you here before…so smooth.” She whispered, pressing her thumb against the vein throbbing along the underside of his length.







“Damn….stop or I’ll…” he didn’t get to finish the warning, she gripped him tight with her fist and the fingers of her other hand feathered around the flanged tip, he gave a hoarse shout and spilled his release into her hand.





“Oh!” She said, her eyes wide as she sat up to investigate. “Next time I’m going to have to watch.” She said, matter of factly as she withdrew her hand and cast a cleansing spell. Draco groaned and covered his eyes with his forearm.







“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, embarrassed to have lost control.







“Sorry for what?” She asked, lying down beside him and resting her head on his shoulder.







“I tried to warn you, to get you to stop before I…”





“I didn’t want to stop, I wanted you to.” She said softly, kissing his chin. He slid his arm down and pulled her into his embrace.





“I don’t want to rush you, but I also want to touch you….its making me nuts.” He said.







“Some people have to be in training in the morning!” Harry startled them, he was standing in the doorway in his pajama pants, his hair all mussed and his eyes glazed over. He was staring at Draco, his brows lifting when he noted that his jeans were undone as he lay there on Hermione’s bed with her in his arms. “Do I need to teach the two of you silencing spells in order to get a decent nights sleep around here from now on?”