When Malfoy wants a Witch
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Why not Lucius?
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Chapter 11 - Why not Lucius?
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Hermione turned her head to the side. She stretched out her arms and found a warm body. She pressed her face against it.
Draco groaned and pressed his morning erection against her.
Hermione opened her eyes.
"Malfoy, what is going on?" Hermione asked, looking at him groggily. She rubbed her shoulders trying to ease the knots that were forming.
Draco pulled her closer to him and murmured something sleepily.
Hermione reached for the glass of water next to her bedside. She downed it in a few gulps and sighed as the knots slid out of her shoulders.
Draco murmured something again and buried his face in her bra-clad chest.
Hermione giggled as she felt Draco nosing her. She slid her fingers into his hair and tilted his head back as she rolled them over so she could straddle him.
Draco's eyes fluttered open.
Hermione leaned down and began to kiss his neck and throat. She slid her hands over his chest and groaned when she felt his abs.
"Such a handsome wizard," she whispered against his skin.
“I'm all yours. Do whatever you wish with me,” Draco whispered and moaned at the feel of her touch against his skin.
"What do you wish?" Hermione asked, sliding a finger into the band of his boxers. "Someone is certainly happy that I am here."
"May I..." Draco gasped. "May I..."
Hermione slid his boxers down and softly ran her hands over his hips and down to trace a circle on the inside of his thigh.
“What would you like to do?” Hermione asked, not touching his throbbing member.
Draco looked up at her and sat up wrapping his arms around her tightly.
"May I make love to you, my Goddess?"
Hermione kissed his brow.
“Do you think I am ready?” she asked and winked saucily. “I still have my knickers on!”
Draco growled and reached around undoing her bra. He flung it to the side and began to kiss her breasts and suck on them. He cupped a breast and sighed into her mouth.
Hermione gasped at the assault. It felt so good as the heat pooled in her belly, and she had to press closer to him.
Draco sighed as she wrapped her arms around him and held his head against her breasts. He rolled them over. She was meant for him to ravish. He had waited far too long for his chance.
“Oh Draco!” she cried as she became more wet and continued to try to get closer to the handsome wizard.
Draco panted as he peeled her panties down. He sighed as he slid his hand between her legs.
"Hermione," he whimpered, and he slid a finger into her wetness. Beautiful.
He had dreamed about this moment for years.
"Draco," Hermione gasped at the slight pain as his finger slid in and out.
“You are so tight, love. But I won't hurt you.”
"You're my only," Hermione whispered to him.
“I know, and I love you for that.” He gently turned them around so that he was on top of her.
Hermione bit her lip as Draco continued to finger her. It felt nice now that she was used to it. She moved her hips to greet his hand.
"Draco," she whispered, and she pressed her lips to his neck.
Draco thrust his cock against her hip. He was harder than ever.
"Draco," she whispered into his eyes. "You are perfect."
Her little hand reached for his cock.
Draco grunted when her hand wrapped around him.
Hermione squeezed it watching his mouth open as he thrust into her hand. She had never seen a man the way she was now seeing at Draco.
“You are so beautiful, Draco,” Hermione murmured as she played with him.
"Feels so good," Draco murmured as she continued to stroke him up and down.
Hermione kept on stroking more intensely, paying extra attention his leaking head.
"Hermione," Draco gasped, falling back as she rubbed her thumb over his head. "Please, I need you."
"I'm right here, Sexy."
He kissed her passionately whilst shifting so he was on top of her.
Hermione released her hold on him as he distracted her by rubbing his thumb against her clit and pinching lightly. Hermione gasped unable to stop her hips from thrusting onto his hand.
Draco let his cock slip over her sex.
Hermione sighed and pressed up closer to his organ as it throbbed.
Hermione looked up at him with glassy eyes as he rubbed himself over her again.
"Oh, Draco, please," she begged and thrust her hips agaist him.
Draco couldn't take it, and his eyes widened as he felt himself come. He collapsed weakened from it.
Hermione hugged him close.
Draco felt his face on fire. He gently disentangled himself from her. Surely, she was furious with him.
“Draco, what's wrong?” Hermione called out as he scrambled out of bed.
He dashed into the bathroom and locked the door. How could he have done that? She had to think him unable to perform adequately. And he had to agree with her. Draco buried his red face in his hands.
“Draco, Sweetheart, did I do something wrong?”
"I'm not satisfying," Draco moaned through the door. "I came before I pleasured you. I'm an embarrassment!"
“Honey, it is alright. Come out now. We can try again,” Hermione said, leaning against the door.
"No! I'm horrible!" Draco moaned. It wasn't as if it was the first time he had come before he managed to seduce her. But she was thoroughly seduced now, and he still hadn't been able to take her as she was meant to be taken.
"What is going on here?" Draco heard his father bellow.
Draco slid down on the floor.
Hermione grabbed a bathrobe and tied it to cover herself.
"I want this explained," Lucius said, throwing a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the coffee table in the room.
On the front page, pictures of Draco and Hermione making out at the opera were visible with the headline "Dramione."
“Oh, that?” Hermione asked and giggled.
"Yes," Lucius said. "It's disgusting. Can you not keep it in your trousers, Draco?"
"We were just trying to have fun," Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders back.
Narcissa stood behind Lucius, and she giggled. She walked over to Hermione.
"Lucius is a fuddy-duddy," she whispered. "He said he wouldn't do this to his child. His father did the same to us."
“Cissy, please let me do the parenting here!”
Narcissa tittered and batted her eyes at Lucius.
“And no, you cannot distract me with this, Love,” Lucius said softly.
Narcissa pouted at him and let her lower lip tremble.
"But Lucius," she said, letting tears well up in her eyes.
“Cissy, the boy needs to treat his fiancée properly!”
"You were exactly the same," Narcissa said. "Always sneaking sleepy potion into the chaperone's glass to sneak away with me to try to get under my skirt."
“Cissa, that is private!” Lucius shushed her as his cheeks tinted.
Narcissa stuck her bottom lip out at him.
"Besides she is already pregnant," Narcissa said. "I think you and I should go shopping for the baby today." She hugged the younger witch. "Why is Draco hiding in the bathroom?"
“He just needed to get to the loo,” Hermione said, looking at the floor.
Narcissa raised a brow at her.
“And Mr. Malfoy, I can make out with my fiancé. It is good for our relationship,” she said, jamming her hands on her hips as she pulled back from Draco's mother. She glared at Lucius.
Draco came out of the bathroom.
He wrapped his arms around his bride and kissed her neck.
"Not appropriate," Lucius said, stepping up to loom over Hermione.
"I will make out with Draco if and when I choose. And you can't stop me!" Hermione said, poking Lucius' chest with each word.
Narcissa giggled. “Lucius, let the young ones be.”
"YEAH FATHER," Draco gloated, with his hands resting on Hermione's hips.
"Draco, shut up," Hermione barked still glaring at Lucius.
Draco whimpered and looked at her with wide eyes.
"I was agreeing with you."
"The boy is randy and needs a spanking," Lucius declared, reaching for Draco.
"If anyone spanks Draco, it will be me," Hermione said, moving Draco out of reach.
Narcissa reached for Lucius. “We were randy as well when we were their age.”
"I was not. I insisted we wait till the night of the wedding! I was a wizard of honor and integrity. I treated you as the lady you are!"
Narcissa giggled and swatted Lucius' bum. “You say so now, but I know better.”
"Cissa, that is privileged information," Lucius said with red cheeks. "And the boy is not respectful of his bride-to-be.”
“I am good to her…she likes my attitude.” Draco kissed her cheek affectionately.
"You need..." Lucius began.
"Lucius, come with me. I had the library redone. I want you to see it!" Narcissa said, tugging on his sleeve.
“I must bring the randy boy to his right mind! His behavior is horrid!”
"Lucius, you will come see the library," Narcissa said, dragging him from the room.
“Cissa! He is misbehaving!”
“If I want to make love to my fiancé, I will!” Hermione said, stomping her foot and shaking a finger at Lucius.
"YOU SEE! Misbehavior!" Lucius shouted, straining against his wife’s hold as much as he dared.
"YOU SEE!" Draco shouted back shaking his hand as Lucius was dragged away.
Hermione swatted Draco's bum making him jump and squeal.
"You will respect your father, Draco Malfoy."
“Lucius, don't be silly. You will come to see the library now!” Narcissa said sternly and dragged her wizard away.
"Draco, get in bed," Hermione said, smacking the wizard's bum again.
“Yes, Mistress!”
Hermione giggled as she saw Draco lie in the middle of the bed.
“Take off your robe, pet,” Hermione ordered.
Draco slipped out of it without a blush and reached for her.
“Are you still mad at me?” Draco asked, not looking at her.
"I am not angry that you came before entering me. I am angry because you ran out," Hermione said, and she stuck her bottom lip out.
“I couldn't take your disappointment.”
"I was disappointed that you ran out on me. Is that how you will when you orgasm. Come and Run?" Hermione said, sticking her lip out further.
“No, no, I won't.” he opened his arms for a hug. “I want to make you happy.”
Hermione crawled onto his lap and smiled.
“I was just so excited to have you, and I just...couldn't control myself!”
"How did you manage our first time?" Hermione asked, playing with his hair.
“I guess I was more concentrated. Just today, I was so excited to have you again. Goddess, I want to have you every night, and it's been a while for me...”
Hermione hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"I think we should take a shower, Pet," Hermione said, taking his hand and climbing out of the bed.
“Together?” he asked and gulped.
"Of course together," Hermione said. "I said WE."
Draco jumped up from the bed and led her to the bathroom.
Hermione giggled and watched his bottom. It was a nice one.
Hermione swatted his bottom playfully. “I should keep you permanently naked. Such a nice body.”
"You should be naked, too," Draco said, pulling at her robe.
“Get in the shower, Pet,” Hermione said as she turned on the water.
Draco did as he was commanded and watched Hermione.
She let the water pour over her body. He was fascinated by the way the water droplets caressed her body, especially her breasts and nipples.
“Stop staring and come closer. I need you to wash my hair.”
Draco stepped quietly into the shower and cupped one of her breasts. He brushed a thumb over her nipple.
“Mm, that was not what I asked you to do.”
“But you like this, don't you, Princess?” Draco asked as he pinched her nipple.
Hermione gasped and slid back against him arching her breasts into his hands as he continued fondling.
“So beautiful,” Draco murmured as he ground his rising erection into her bum.
Hermione whimpered and tried to turn around as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Don't turn around, Love. Let me please you,” Draco murmured.
Hermione whimpered, "I want to look into your eyes, Draco."
“But Love,” Draco protested, nipping her neck as he squeezed her breasts. “I want you to be lost in my touch.”
Hermione gasped as he slid a hand around on her stomach and threw her head back on his shoulder. She leaned up and tried to kiss his jaw.
“Do you like this?” Draco asked, kissing her neck.
Hermione didn't answer as she squeezed her eyes shut and arched into his hands. She wiggled her bum against his hot and hard erection. She gasped as tears sprang to her eyes. She felt a little sick at her stomach as a man with black hair and a hooked nose flashed behind her eyes. How could she think of another man while Draco was touching her?
“Draco, I am unwell,” she said and ran out of the shower.
Draco lunged and tried to grab her.
"Hermione, wait," Draco called, and he followed after her. He gasped as he slipped on the floor and crashed down.
Hermione didn't look back; she ran to the bedroom and collected her clothes, dressing as she dashed down the stairs.
"Miss Granger, where are you going?" Narcissa called as Hermione grasped the doorknob.
“I? I don't know. I...”
"What's wrong?" the blond witch asked, wrapping a hand around Hermione's forearm. "Draco would be very upset if you left."
Hermione felt woozy. Her vision was swimming.
"Hermione! Hermione, wait! Where are you going?" Draco's shout echoed down the hallway.
“May I sit down?” Hermione asked and almost slumped in Narcissa's arms.
Narcissa wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist and helped her into the sitting room.
"Marny," Narcissa called.
A small house-elf appeared.
"Please get Miss Granger and myself a nice little tea," she said, rubbing the younger witch's back in small circles
“What's wrong with her?” Draco asked, kneeling down in front of the women.
Hermione leaned over and put her head on Narcissa's shoulder crying softly.
“I don't know. Maybe she's just emotional.”
Lucius strode into the room, "Why are you just wearing a towel, Draco Abraxas Malfoy?"
“I, um, was in the shower,” he explained lamely.
"Go get dressed," Lucius said, jerking his head at the door.
"But Hermione is upset," Draco said, touching Hermione's hand.
Hermione softly removed her hand from his. She was a horrible witch.
“We will take care of her,” Lucius said and pushed the boy out of the room.
"I love you, Hermione," Draco said, trying to get a last look.
“Get dressed, you nitwit,” Lucius said, shoving the boy out of the room.
Draco pouted as he felt knots rise in his shoulders. He raced up the stairs. His father was so mean to him. His state of dress should be of no consequence when Hermione was so upset. She should be lying in his arms for comfort. She was his angel.
Hermione drank the offered tea and relaxed.
"What is wrong my Dear?" Narcissa asked, taking a sip of her own tea as she looked into the brown eyes of the other witch.
Lucius sat near them watching.
Hermione shot Lucius a distrustful look and held her tea to her lips.
Narcissa smoothed Hermione's hair and whispered encouraging words in her ear.
Hermione accepted the caress and sipped a little bit more of her tea.
“Hermione, my Love, are you alright?” Draco run into the room, his clothes askew.
Lucius rolled his eyes even though he remembered when Narcissa was upset, and he hadn't even had the presence of mind to grab a towel.
“I am fine. At least I think so.”
"Why did you run out of our shower?" Draco asked, scooting the tea tray to the side and sitting on the coffee table and taking his Hermione's hand.
“You both were in the shower together?” Lucius asked, his expression livid.
Hermione pulled her hand away from Draco.
“I don't remember any shower episodes,” she said and stared blankly at the wall.
Draco's jaw dropped.
"But Hermione," he said, "It wasn't twenty minutes ago that we were enjoying each other. And then you just ran from me."
“You and me? I don't even know where I am. This room is unfamiliar.”
"We are at the Malfoy home in Chelsea," Draco said, trying to get closer. "What happened, my Goddess? I wish that you would tell me."
“Goddess? Who on Earth is that?” Hermione asked and rolled her eyes.
Draco pouted and tried to touch her, "You are."
“Why?”
"You said I was to call you that," Draco said, reaching for her. He touched her arm. "I thought we were making progress."
“Don't touch me,” Hermione said and ducked away from his hand.
“That's enough, Draco,” Lucius said and swatted Draco's arm with the cane. “Miss Granger, would you come with me?”
Hermione stood up and reached for Lucius' arm. She wrapped both of her hands around his arm and put her cheek on it.
“We shall go and see our Healer.”
Hermione clung to Lucius. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
“She's fine. She doesn't need a Healer,” Draco said and jumped up from his place, trying to get hold of her.
Hermione yelped, and her hand flew out to connect with his face.
"Don't grab me! I'm not property. I'm a person!"
“Everything's going to be fine,” Lucius assured her as they stood next to the floo. “The Healer will just give you a check up.”
“That is fine, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Healer Woodward's office.”
Hermione sighed as Lucius helped her to a seat.
Draco stomped his foot. "She doesn't need a Healer. She needs her vitamin potions and to be held in my arms."
Hermione dug her nails more tightly into Lucius' arm.
"Please don't let him touch me."
“Draco, go sit on the chair in the corner. You add to her stress."
"I do not! She is going to marry me! She wants me!"
Hermione glared at Draco and quickly climbed into Lucius' lap.
“Father, remove her from your person this instant,” Draco's face was red and his fists clenched.
"I will allow my daughter to sit in my lap," Lucius said, placing his hands on Hermione's waist.
Hermione crinkled her nose as she looked at Draco.
Hermione kissed Lucius' cheek.
Draco took out his wand and pointed it at his father.
"Put that wand away," Narcissa said, glaring at Draco.
"Mother, make Father remove Hermione from his lap," Draco said, shoving his wand back in his pocket.
Narcissa did nothing.
“He's trying to steal away my bride! Maybe he wants two wives!”
Hermione wrapped her arms around Lucius' neck and rested her cheek on his shoulder.
"Your father knows how to treat a witch," Hermione snarked back as she threaded her fingers through the thick blond hair of the wizard whose lap she was occupying.
Draco's anger flared more.
“Oh, the Malfoy family. To what do I owe the honor?” the short, portly healer said entering his office.
Draco screamed and stomped his foot.
"Hermione, come here," Draco said, pointing at the white tile in front of him.
"I'm not a pet dog," Hermione said, wiggling her hips around on Lucius' lap.
“We're here for a check up for Miss Granger, Draco's fiancée. And whilst we're here, Draco may need a calming draught, too,” Lucius informed the healer.
"Hermione, I'm your wizard. You are to listen to your wizard."
"I thought you were her servant," Lucius said, grinning as he helped Hermione to her feet, and allowing her to hug his arm.
Draco stomped his foot.
"Follow me, please," the portly Healer said, leading them to an exam room.
Draco tried to stand as close to his bride as he could, but Lucius managed to swat his legs with the cane.
Hermione clung to Lucius' arm and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
"You are so good to me, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco was angrier than ever before. His father was flirting with her!
“Miss Granger, if you could please lie down on the examination table?”
Hermione bit her lip and held Lucius' hand as she reclined slowly.
“Very good, Miss Granger. Now, if you would let me do some tests?”
Hermione nodded and let the Healer wave his wand over her.
“It looks like congratulations are in order! You are three weeks pregnant with a baby boy!”
Hermione hung onto Lucius' hand. She began to cry loudly.
“Also, it seems you are suffering from anger attacks. It's quite common in magical pregnancies. Also, there is a lot of stress and anxiety, but you seem to be in top health otherwise."
Hermione cried as she sat up and held Lucius close.
"Why?" she whispered, snuggling close to him. "Why him? Why not a man for whom I at least care?"
“I can prescribe her a course of medicinal potions which will ease her distress.”
"Hermione, you should hug me," Draco said, pointing to himself. "I'm to be your husband."
“I don't want to marry you! I don't want to have your baby! Can I have an abortion? Please?” she asked and tears fell from her cheeks.
Draco pushed Lucius aside. “You will love me and our baby! Why should our little innocent baby die?”
"Because you raped me," Hermione said, reaching for Lucius. "You must have drugged me and raped me."
Lucius took her hand.
"I don't think Draco would do such a thing, my Dear. He is a spoiled and immature boy, but not a rapist."
Draco looked into her eyes with his lower lip trembling madly. “Why would you accuse me of such a thing?”
"I don't remember being with you," she said, sliding from the exam table and hiding behind Lucius as she clutched her head remembering how she had danced with him a few weeks ago at the Auror Gala.
"It is a rather common assertion of pregnant witches who are likely to have complications," the Healer said, writing out a prescription.
“Remember the night of the Auror Gala? We danced, we talked. I know we both had quite a bit to drink, but it brought us together.”
Hermione glared at him. "I did not do anything with you. I went home after you tricked me into having to dance with you."
“You went home with me, Love. You pushed me against your door and kissed me hotly. How could I refuse you?”
Hermione blinked. The night of the Gala was a blur for her. It was compulsory to attend the event, and she hadn't enjoyed herself. She danced with Harry, Ron and some sweaty pudgy thing from the Ministry when Draco had cut in and saved her from the impending gropes.
She had had quite a few glasses of champagne already, so she found Draco rather charming. She remembered being so drunk that she did take Draco's offer to apparate her to her flat.
"You may have taken me home, but I didn't touch you beyond that. You are GROSS!"
“Typical for pregnant witches: Denial of intercourse. I think it is a psychological protection from embarrassment.”
"You raped me. I would rather any wizard be the father than you. I wish Lucius was the FATHER!"
Lucius blanched. Narcissa giggled.
“I said the same thing when I found out I was pregnant! I told Lucius I wished Abraxas was the father!”
“It was a horrible thing to say. And it hurt my feelings,” Lucius said.
“Hermione, Love, I didn't rape you. I just gave in to your wishes. I have always wanted to be with you! I did not want to deny you what you said you wanted.”
"Go to Hell, Draco Malfoy."
“I would recommend a lot of rest for the witch. Also, she needs all standard pre-natal potions.”
"I am not preggers, you quack! I never had sex with that creature!"
“According to Draco, Master Snape has been supplying pre-natal potions for her. I shall check with him personally,” Lucius said, glaring at Draco.
"You will protect me, won't you Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione said, holding his arm. "He would rape me again. He is an ANIMAL! No better than a rutting hippogriff."
Draco cried and hid his face in his mother's shoulder.
“Draco is a good and gentle boy. And first and foremost, he is not a rapist!”
"He is an animal. He thinks I should just be a slut for him."
Hermione felt a pinch and then slumped in Lucius' arms.
“Excuse me for this, but she was getting too agitated. I injected her with a calming and anti-anger potion. She will sleep for a couple of hours.”
Lucius scooped her up in his arms.
"Father, give her to me."
Lucius saw the distressed look in his son's face.
“Only if you will drink a calming draught.”
"Anything," Draco said, petting Hermione's cheek.
The Healer offered Draco a small vial. He drank it immediately.
"I want her, now," Draco pleaded holding his arms out for Hermione.
Lucius handed Draco the witch.
Draco leaned his nose in and snuggled Hermione.
“Thank you, Healer. We shall call you whenever we need you,” Lucius said and turned to the floo.
"What is wrong with the witch?" Draco asked, and he glared at his father. "Why is she snuggling all over on YOU?"
“She trusts me. And dislikes you.”
"Why?" Draco asked as soon as he stepped through the floo after his father. His mother was already seated in the parlor of the Wiltshire manor.
“I can think of several reasons. But how would I know?” Lucius smirked.
“Draco, dear, why don't you bring your fiancée to her rooms. Stay with her till she awakes.”
"I think she would prefer if you weren't in bed with her," Lucius said. "Being on the opposite side of the room would not be a bad thing."
“I know what's best for her!” Draco said and disapparated to her rooms.
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Well, that was chapter 11. I hope you liked it. Please drop a review.
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Chapter 11 - Why not Lucius?
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Hermione turned her head to the side. She stretched out her arms and found a warm body. She pressed her face against it.
Draco groaned and pressed his morning erection against her.
Hermione opened her eyes.
"Malfoy, what is going on?" Hermione asked, looking at him groggily. She rubbed her shoulders trying to ease the knots that were forming.
Draco pulled her closer to him and murmured something sleepily.
Hermione reached for the glass of water next to her bedside. She downed it in a few gulps and sighed as the knots slid out of her shoulders.
Draco murmured something again and buried his face in her bra-clad chest.
Hermione giggled as she felt Draco nosing her. She slid her fingers into his hair and tilted his head back as she rolled them over so she could straddle him.
Draco's eyes fluttered open.
Hermione leaned down and began to kiss his neck and throat. She slid her hands over his chest and groaned when she felt his abs.
"Such a handsome wizard," she whispered against his skin.
“I'm all yours. Do whatever you wish with me,” Draco whispered and moaned at the feel of her touch against his skin.
"What do you wish?" Hermione asked, sliding a finger into the band of his boxers. "Someone is certainly happy that I am here."
"May I..." Draco gasped. "May I..."
Hermione slid his boxers down and softly ran her hands over his hips and down to trace a circle on the inside of his thigh.
“What would you like to do?” Hermione asked, not touching his throbbing member.
Draco looked up at her and sat up wrapping his arms around her tightly.
"May I make love to you, my Goddess?"
Hermione kissed his brow.
“Do you think I am ready?” she asked and winked saucily. “I still have my knickers on!”
Draco growled and reached around undoing her bra. He flung it to the side and began to kiss her breasts and suck on them. He cupped a breast and sighed into her mouth.
Hermione gasped at the assault. It felt so good as the heat pooled in her belly, and she had to press closer to him.
Draco sighed as she wrapped her arms around him and held his head against her breasts. He rolled them over. She was meant for him to ravish. He had waited far too long for his chance.
“Oh Draco!” she cried as she became more wet and continued to try to get closer to the handsome wizard.
Draco panted as he peeled her panties down. He sighed as he slid his hand between her legs.
"Hermione," he whimpered, and he slid a finger into her wetness. Beautiful.
He had dreamed about this moment for years.
"Draco," Hermione gasped at the slight pain as his finger slid in and out.
“You are so tight, love. But I won't hurt you.”
"You're my only," Hermione whispered to him.
“I know, and I love you for that.” He gently turned them around so that he was on top of her.
Hermione bit her lip as Draco continued to finger her. It felt nice now that she was used to it. She moved her hips to greet his hand.
"Draco," she whispered, and she pressed her lips to his neck.
Draco thrust his cock against her hip. He was harder than ever.
"Draco," she whispered into his eyes. "You are perfect."
Her little hand reached for his cock.
Draco grunted when her hand wrapped around him.
Hermione squeezed it watching his mouth open as he thrust into her hand. She had never seen a man the way she was now seeing at Draco.
“You are so beautiful, Draco,” Hermione murmured as she played with him.
"Feels so good," Draco murmured as she continued to stroke him up and down.
Hermione kept on stroking more intensely, paying extra attention his leaking head.
"Hermione," Draco gasped, falling back as she rubbed her thumb over his head. "Please, I need you."
"I'm right here, Sexy."
He kissed her passionately whilst shifting so he was on top of her.
Hermione released her hold on him as he distracted her by rubbing his thumb against her clit and pinching lightly. Hermione gasped unable to stop her hips from thrusting onto his hand.
Draco let his cock slip over her sex.
Hermione sighed and pressed up closer to his organ as it throbbed.
Hermione looked up at him with glassy eyes as he rubbed himself over her again.
"Oh, Draco, please," she begged and thrust her hips agaist him.
Draco couldn't take it, and his eyes widened as he felt himself come. He collapsed weakened from it.
Hermione hugged him close.
Draco felt his face on fire. He gently disentangled himself from her. Surely, she was furious with him.
“Draco, what's wrong?” Hermione called out as he scrambled out of bed.
He dashed into the bathroom and locked the door. How could he have done that? She had to think him unable to perform adequately. And he had to agree with her. Draco buried his red face in his hands.
“Draco, Sweetheart, did I do something wrong?”
"I'm not satisfying," Draco moaned through the door. "I came before I pleasured you. I'm an embarrassment!"
“Honey, it is alright. Come out now. We can try again,” Hermione said, leaning against the door.
"No! I'm horrible!" Draco moaned. It wasn't as if it was the first time he had come before he managed to seduce her. But she was thoroughly seduced now, and he still hadn't been able to take her as she was meant to be taken.
"What is going on here?" Draco heard his father bellow.
Draco slid down on the floor.
Hermione grabbed a bathrobe and tied it to cover herself.
"I want this explained," Lucius said, throwing a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the coffee table in the room.
On the front page, pictures of Draco and Hermione making out at the opera were visible with the headline "Dramione."
“Oh, that?” Hermione asked and giggled.
"Yes," Lucius said. "It's disgusting. Can you not keep it in your trousers, Draco?"
"We were just trying to have fun," Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders back.
Narcissa stood behind Lucius, and she giggled. She walked over to Hermione.
"Lucius is a fuddy-duddy," she whispered. "He said he wouldn't do this to his child. His father did the same to us."
“Cissy, please let me do the parenting here!”
Narcissa tittered and batted her eyes at Lucius.
“And no, you cannot distract me with this, Love,” Lucius said softly.
Narcissa pouted at him and let her lower lip tremble.
"But Lucius," she said, letting tears well up in her eyes.
“Cissy, the boy needs to treat his fiancée properly!”
"You were exactly the same," Narcissa said. "Always sneaking sleepy potion into the chaperone's glass to sneak away with me to try to get under my skirt."
“Cissa, that is private!” Lucius shushed her as his cheeks tinted.
Narcissa stuck her bottom lip out at him.
"Besides she is already pregnant," Narcissa said. "I think you and I should go shopping for the baby today." She hugged the younger witch. "Why is Draco hiding in the bathroom?"
“He just needed to get to the loo,” Hermione said, looking at the floor.
Narcissa raised a brow at her.
“And Mr. Malfoy, I can make out with my fiancé. It is good for our relationship,” she said, jamming her hands on her hips as she pulled back from Draco's mother. She glared at Lucius.
Draco came out of the bathroom.
He wrapped his arms around his bride and kissed her neck.
"Not appropriate," Lucius said, stepping up to loom over Hermione.
"I will make out with Draco if and when I choose. And you can't stop me!" Hermione said, poking Lucius' chest with each word.
Narcissa giggled. “Lucius, let the young ones be.”
"YEAH FATHER," Draco gloated, with his hands resting on Hermione's hips.
"Draco, shut up," Hermione barked still glaring at Lucius.
Draco whimpered and looked at her with wide eyes.
"I was agreeing with you."
"The boy is randy and needs a spanking," Lucius declared, reaching for Draco.
"If anyone spanks Draco, it will be me," Hermione said, moving Draco out of reach.
Narcissa reached for Lucius. “We were randy as well when we were their age.”
"I was not. I insisted we wait till the night of the wedding! I was a wizard of honor and integrity. I treated you as the lady you are!"
Narcissa giggled and swatted Lucius' bum. “You say so now, but I know better.”
"Cissa, that is privileged information," Lucius said with red cheeks. "And the boy is not respectful of his bride-to-be.”
“I am good to her…she likes my attitude.” Draco kissed her cheek affectionately.
"You need..." Lucius began.
"Lucius, come with me. I had the library redone. I want you to see it!" Narcissa said, tugging on his sleeve.
“I must bring the randy boy to his right mind! His behavior is horrid!”
"Lucius, you will come see the library," Narcissa said, dragging him from the room.
“Cissa! He is misbehaving!”
“If I want to make love to my fiancé, I will!” Hermione said, stomping her foot and shaking a finger at Lucius.
"YOU SEE! Misbehavior!" Lucius shouted, straining against his wife’s hold as much as he dared.
"YOU SEE!" Draco shouted back shaking his hand as Lucius was dragged away.
Hermione swatted Draco's bum making him jump and squeal.
"You will respect your father, Draco Malfoy."
“Lucius, don't be silly. You will come to see the library now!” Narcissa said sternly and dragged her wizard away.
"Draco, get in bed," Hermione said, smacking the wizard's bum again.
“Yes, Mistress!”
Hermione giggled as she saw Draco lie in the middle of the bed.
“Take off your robe, pet,” Hermione ordered.
Draco slipped out of it without a blush and reached for her.
“Are you still mad at me?” Draco asked, not looking at her.
"I am not angry that you came before entering me. I am angry because you ran out," Hermione said, and she stuck her bottom lip out.
“I couldn't take your disappointment.”
"I was disappointed that you ran out on me. Is that how you will when you orgasm. Come and Run?" Hermione said, sticking her lip out further.
“No, no, I won't.” he opened his arms for a hug. “I want to make you happy.”
Hermione crawled onto his lap and smiled.
“I was just so excited to have you, and I just...couldn't control myself!”
"How did you manage our first time?" Hermione asked, playing with his hair.
“I guess I was more concentrated. Just today, I was so excited to have you again. Goddess, I want to have you every night, and it's been a while for me...”
Hermione hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"I think we should take a shower, Pet," Hermione said, taking his hand and climbing out of the bed.
“Together?” he asked and gulped.
"Of course together," Hermione said. "I said WE."
Draco jumped up from the bed and led her to the bathroom.
Hermione giggled and watched his bottom. It was a nice one.
Hermione swatted his bottom playfully. “I should keep you permanently naked. Such a nice body.”
"You should be naked, too," Draco said, pulling at her robe.
“Get in the shower, Pet,” Hermione said as she turned on the water.
Draco did as he was commanded and watched Hermione.
She let the water pour over her body. He was fascinated by the way the water droplets caressed her body, especially her breasts and nipples.
“Stop staring and come closer. I need you to wash my hair.”
Draco stepped quietly into the shower and cupped one of her breasts. He brushed a thumb over her nipple.
“Mm, that was not what I asked you to do.”
“But you like this, don't you, Princess?” Draco asked as he pinched her nipple.
Hermione gasped and slid back against him arching her breasts into his hands as he continued fondling.
“So beautiful,” Draco murmured as he ground his rising erection into her bum.
Hermione whimpered and tried to turn around as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Don't turn around, Love. Let me please you,” Draco murmured.
Hermione whimpered, "I want to look into your eyes, Draco."
“But Love,” Draco protested, nipping her neck as he squeezed her breasts. “I want you to be lost in my touch.”
Hermione gasped as he slid a hand around on her stomach and threw her head back on his shoulder. She leaned up and tried to kiss his jaw.
“Do you like this?” Draco asked, kissing her neck.
Hermione didn't answer as she squeezed her eyes shut and arched into his hands. She wiggled her bum against his hot and hard erection. She gasped as tears sprang to her eyes. She felt a little sick at her stomach as a man with black hair and a hooked nose flashed behind her eyes. How could she think of another man while Draco was touching her?
“Draco, I am unwell,” she said and ran out of the shower.
Draco lunged and tried to grab her.
"Hermione, wait," Draco called, and he followed after her. He gasped as he slipped on the floor and crashed down.
Hermione didn't look back; she ran to the bedroom and collected her clothes, dressing as she dashed down the stairs.
"Miss Granger, where are you going?" Narcissa called as Hermione grasped the doorknob.
“I? I don't know. I...”
"What's wrong?" the blond witch asked, wrapping a hand around Hermione's forearm. "Draco would be very upset if you left."
Hermione felt woozy. Her vision was swimming.
"Hermione! Hermione, wait! Where are you going?" Draco's shout echoed down the hallway.
“May I sit down?” Hermione asked and almost slumped in Narcissa's arms.
Narcissa wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist and helped her into the sitting room.
"Marny," Narcissa called.
A small house-elf appeared.
"Please get Miss Granger and myself a nice little tea," she said, rubbing the younger witch's back in small circles
“What's wrong with her?” Draco asked, kneeling down in front of the women.
Hermione leaned over and put her head on Narcissa's shoulder crying softly.
“I don't know. Maybe she's just emotional.”
Lucius strode into the room, "Why are you just wearing a towel, Draco Abraxas Malfoy?"
“I, um, was in the shower,” he explained lamely.
"Go get dressed," Lucius said, jerking his head at the door.
"But Hermione is upset," Draco said, touching Hermione's hand.
Hermione softly removed her hand from his. She was a horrible witch.
“We will take care of her,” Lucius said and pushed the boy out of the room.
"I love you, Hermione," Draco said, trying to get a last look.
“Get dressed, you nitwit,” Lucius said, shoving the boy out of the room.
Draco pouted as he felt knots rise in his shoulders. He raced up the stairs. His father was so mean to him. His state of dress should be of no consequence when Hermione was so upset. She should be lying in his arms for comfort. She was his angel.
Hermione drank the offered tea and relaxed.
"What is wrong my Dear?" Narcissa asked, taking a sip of her own tea as she looked into the brown eyes of the other witch.
Lucius sat near them watching.
Hermione shot Lucius a distrustful look and held her tea to her lips.
Narcissa smoothed Hermione's hair and whispered encouraging words in her ear.
Hermione accepted the caress and sipped a little bit more of her tea.
“Hermione, my Love, are you alright?” Draco run into the room, his clothes askew.
Lucius rolled his eyes even though he remembered when Narcissa was upset, and he hadn't even had the presence of mind to grab a towel.
“I am fine. At least I think so.”
"Why did you run out of our shower?" Draco asked, scooting the tea tray to the side and sitting on the coffee table and taking his Hermione's hand.
“You both were in the shower together?” Lucius asked, his expression livid.
Hermione pulled her hand away from Draco.
“I don't remember any shower episodes,” she said and stared blankly at the wall.
Draco's jaw dropped.
"But Hermione," he said, "It wasn't twenty minutes ago that we were enjoying each other. And then you just ran from me."
“You and me? I don't even know where I am. This room is unfamiliar.”
"We are at the Malfoy home in Chelsea," Draco said, trying to get closer. "What happened, my Goddess? I wish that you would tell me."
“Goddess? Who on Earth is that?” Hermione asked and rolled her eyes.
Draco pouted and tried to touch her, "You are."
“Why?”
"You said I was to call you that," Draco said, reaching for her. He touched her arm. "I thought we were making progress."
“Don't touch me,” Hermione said and ducked away from his hand.
“That's enough, Draco,” Lucius said and swatted Draco's arm with the cane. “Miss Granger, would you come with me?”
Hermione stood up and reached for Lucius' arm. She wrapped both of her hands around his arm and put her cheek on it.
“We shall go and see our Healer.”
Hermione clung to Lucius. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
“She's fine. She doesn't need a Healer,” Draco said and jumped up from his place, trying to get hold of her.
Hermione yelped, and her hand flew out to connect with his face.
"Don't grab me! I'm not property. I'm a person!"
“Everything's going to be fine,” Lucius assured her as they stood next to the floo. “The Healer will just give you a check up.”
“That is fine, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Healer Woodward's office.”
Hermione sighed as Lucius helped her to a seat.
Draco stomped his foot. "She doesn't need a Healer. She needs her vitamin potions and to be held in my arms."
Hermione dug her nails more tightly into Lucius' arm.
"Please don't let him touch me."
“Draco, go sit on the chair in the corner. You add to her stress."
"I do not! She is going to marry me! She wants me!"
Hermione glared at Draco and quickly climbed into Lucius' lap.
“Father, remove her from your person this instant,” Draco's face was red and his fists clenched.
"I will allow my daughter to sit in my lap," Lucius said, placing his hands on Hermione's waist.
Hermione crinkled her nose as she looked at Draco.
Hermione kissed Lucius' cheek.
Draco took out his wand and pointed it at his father.
"Put that wand away," Narcissa said, glaring at Draco.
"Mother, make Father remove Hermione from his lap," Draco said, shoving his wand back in his pocket.
Narcissa did nothing.
“He's trying to steal away my bride! Maybe he wants two wives!”
Hermione wrapped her arms around Lucius' neck and rested her cheek on his shoulder.
"Your father knows how to treat a witch," Hermione snarked back as she threaded her fingers through the thick blond hair of the wizard whose lap she was occupying.
Draco's anger flared more.
“Oh, the Malfoy family. To what do I owe the honor?” the short, portly healer said entering his office.
Draco screamed and stomped his foot.
"Hermione, come here," Draco said, pointing at the white tile in front of him.
"I'm not a pet dog," Hermione said, wiggling her hips around on Lucius' lap.
“We're here for a check up for Miss Granger, Draco's fiancée. And whilst we're here, Draco may need a calming draught, too,” Lucius informed the healer.
"Hermione, I'm your wizard. You are to listen to your wizard."
"I thought you were her servant," Lucius said, grinning as he helped Hermione to her feet, and allowing her to hug his arm.
Draco stomped his foot.
"Follow me, please," the portly Healer said, leading them to an exam room.
Draco tried to stand as close to his bride as he could, but Lucius managed to swat his legs with the cane.
Hermione clung to Lucius' arm and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
"You are so good to me, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco was angrier than ever before. His father was flirting with her!
“Miss Granger, if you could please lie down on the examination table?”
Hermione bit her lip and held Lucius' hand as she reclined slowly.
“Very good, Miss Granger. Now, if you would let me do some tests?”
Hermione nodded and let the Healer wave his wand over her.
“It looks like congratulations are in order! You are three weeks pregnant with a baby boy!”
Hermione hung onto Lucius' hand. She began to cry loudly.
“Also, it seems you are suffering from anger attacks. It's quite common in magical pregnancies. Also, there is a lot of stress and anxiety, but you seem to be in top health otherwise."
Hermione cried as she sat up and held Lucius close.
"Why?" she whispered, snuggling close to him. "Why him? Why not a man for whom I at least care?"
“I can prescribe her a course of medicinal potions which will ease her distress.”
"Hermione, you should hug me," Draco said, pointing to himself. "I'm to be your husband."
“I don't want to marry you! I don't want to have your baby! Can I have an abortion? Please?” she asked and tears fell from her cheeks.
Draco pushed Lucius aside. “You will love me and our baby! Why should our little innocent baby die?”
"Because you raped me," Hermione said, reaching for Lucius. "You must have drugged me and raped me."
Lucius took her hand.
"I don't think Draco would do such a thing, my Dear. He is a spoiled and immature boy, but not a rapist."
Draco looked into her eyes with his lower lip trembling madly. “Why would you accuse me of such a thing?”
"I don't remember being with you," she said, sliding from the exam table and hiding behind Lucius as she clutched her head remembering how she had danced with him a few weeks ago at the Auror Gala.
"It is a rather common assertion of pregnant witches who are likely to have complications," the Healer said, writing out a prescription.
“Remember the night of the Auror Gala? We danced, we talked. I know we both had quite a bit to drink, but it brought us together.”
Hermione glared at him. "I did not do anything with you. I went home after you tricked me into having to dance with you."
“You went home with me, Love. You pushed me against your door and kissed me hotly. How could I refuse you?”
Hermione blinked. The night of the Gala was a blur for her. It was compulsory to attend the event, and she hadn't enjoyed herself. She danced with Harry, Ron and some sweaty pudgy thing from the Ministry when Draco had cut in and saved her from the impending gropes.
She had had quite a few glasses of champagne already, so she found Draco rather charming. She remembered being so drunk that she did take Draco's offer to apparate her to her flat.
"You may have taken me home, but I didn't touch you beyond that. You are GROSS!"
“Typical for pregnant witches: Denial of intercourse. I think it is a psychological protection from embarrassment.”
"You raped me. I would rather any wizard be the father than you. I wish Lucius was the FATHER!"
Lucius blanched. Narcissa giggled.
“I said the same thing when I found out I was pregnant! I told Lucius I wished Abraxas was the father!”
“It was a horrible thing to say. And it hurt my feelings,” Lucius said.
“Hermione, Love, I didn't rape you. I just gave in to your wishes. I have always wanted to be with you! I did not want to deny you what you said you wanted.”
"Go to Hell, Draco Malfoy."
“I would recommend a lot of rest for the witch. Also, she needs all standard pre-natal potions.”
"I am not preggers, you quack! I never had sex with that creature!"
“According to Draco, Master Snape has been supplying pre-natal potions for her. I shall check with him personally,” Lucius said, glaring at Draco.
"You will protect me, won't you Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione said, holding his arm. "He would rape me again. He is an ANIMAL! No better than a rutting hippogriff."
Draco cried and hid his face in his mother's shoulder.
“Draco is a good and gentle boy. And first and foremost, he is not a rapist!”
"He is an animal. He thinks I should just be a slut for him."
Hermione felt a pinch and then slumped in Lucius' arms.
“Excuse me for this, but she was getting too agitated. I injected her with a calming and anti-anger potion. She will sleep for a couple of hours.”
Lucius scooped her up in his arms.
"Father, give her to me."
Lucius saw the distressed look in his son's face.
“Only if you will drink a calming draught.”
"Anything," Draco said, petting Hermione's cheek.
The Healer offered Draco a small vial. He drank it immediately.
"I want her, now," Draco pleaded holding his arms out for Hermione.
Lucius handed Draco the witch.
Draco leaned his nose in and snuggled Hermione.
“Thank you, Healer. We shall call you whenever we need you,” Lucius said and turned to the floo.
"What is wrong with the witch?" Draco asked, and he glared at his father. "Why is she snuggling all over on YOU?"
“She trusts me. And dislikes you.”
"Why?" Draco asked as soon as he stepped through the floo after his father. His mother was already seated in the parlor of the Wiltshire manor.
“I can think of several reasons. But how would I know?” Lucius smirked.
“Draco, dear, why don't you bring your fiancée to her rooms. Stay with her till she awakes.”
"I think she would prefer if you weren't in bed with her," Lucius said. "Being on the opposite side of the room would not be a bad thing."
“I know what's best for her!” Draco said and disapparated to her rooms.
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Well, that was chapter 11. I hope you liked it. Please drop a review.
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