Sleepless Nights
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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19
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26,653
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94
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Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Draco, stop, you are just knotting it horribly and wrinkling the silk.” Lucius said as he approached his son. Draco was attempting to tie the cravat on his costumes shirt and failing miserably.
“I think I understand why these things went out of fashion, they are a bloody nuisance.” Draco said. He was wearing the tight, fawn colored breeches and knee high riding boots, the white silk shirt, the waistcoat and long tailed jacket both were laying draped over a chair.
“Let me do it.” Lucius said as he unknotted the fine silk fabric and cast a spell to smooth the wrinkles. “Who won the match today?” Lucius asked as he began to wind the length of fabric around Draco’s collar.
“Slytherin of course, Ravenclaw’s seeker can’t touch me.” He said proudly, lifting is chin as his father knotted the cravat. “Wow, I had no idea you were such an expert at tying these things.” Draco said as he admired his father’s handiwork in the mirror.
“I’m an expert at tying all sorts of things.” Lucius said, sneering slightly. Draco watched his father walk across the room and fill a tumbler with firewhiskey. He thought about that comment for a moment, before he proceeded.
“Father, can I ask you something?” Draco asked as he donned the waistcoat and jacket. “It’s sort of personal.”
“I don’t see why not, I have no secrets, not anymore.” Lucius drawled as he directed Draco to a sofa.
“Did you ever hurt mum?” Lucius knew what he meant, he had overheard some of the conversation between Narcissa and Hermione.
“Not intentionally.” Lucius said, sipping his drink slowly. “Your mother is delicate. But I never set out to harm her in any way.” Draco nodded slowly, not really wanting to delve any deeper into the topic of his mother and sex.
“I wanted to ask you something else….”
“Go ahead son.”
“I was wondering…” Draco was blushing furiously. “Is there a proper way to tie and or spank a witch.” Lucius choked on his firewhiskey, dribbling the expensive liquer down the front of his velvet robes.
“Um, excuse me? Did you just ask how to tie and spank a witch?” Lucius asked, amazed that his son would ask such a question.
“Uh, yeah, I’m well aware of your….tendencies. I was just curious.” Draco tried to act like it wasn’t that big a deal, but he wasn’t very good at it.
“Well, as a matter of fact, there are certain techniques….it varies depending on your level of play. Are we talking just a little light fun….or full out dominance?” Lucius was beginning to think that he should hold a record for the worst father in history. From infancy he had taught Draco racism, hatred, dark magic, and now he was going to teach him alternative sex practices.
“Just fun.” Draco said. He felt odd asking his father, but he wanted to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge, and would give him an honest answer. Lucius pondered the conversation for a few minutes, then snapped his fingers. A small black box appeared in his lap.
“Spanking for beginners should only be done with the hand, or a small, padded paddle.” Lucius reached into the box and pulled out a small paddle covered in quilted black satin. “Restraints for sensual play should be soft…ribbon, silk, fur….or you can use your hands. You have to be careful with such games Draco, they can escalate and get out of control quickly.”
“I’m not interested in the lifestyle as a regular thing, just curious about some aspects of it is all.”
Lucius nodded and snapped his fingers again.
“The box is under your bed in your room. Be careful Draco, you could hurt her easily without intending to.”
“Thank you, for being honest.”
“I must say, I do find it an odd conversation to have with ones child.” Lucius said, staring into his glass.
“Look at it this way Father, I am comfortable enough to come to you with such questions, not many fathers can say that of their sons.” Draco smirked slightly as he watched his father smile slightly.
“It’s an odd sort of relationship we have Draco, don’t you think?”
“At least we have one I suppose.”
They both looked up when they heard the door open. Narcissa swept in with a bright smile on her beautiful face.
“Well, here she is.” Hermione walked in behind her, and Draco stood, staring in amazement. Her hair was piled high on her head, with soft shiny curls falling down around her face and shoulders. Her face bore little makeup, the way he preferred. Her dress was a soft Salmon color, empire waisted with a square neckline that revealed her generous cleavage. It had capped sleeves and the skirts fell, softly pleated from just below her breasts to brush the tops of her salmon slippers. She wore long white satin gloves, with the little silver bracelet he had given her on her left wrist.
“You look amazing.” Draco said as he stepped closer.
“Lovely indeed Ms. Granger.” Lucius said as he bent over her hand and kissed her fingers, an old world gesture that made her giggle. When he stood, he looked over to Draco.
“The ribbon, definitely, it would be a shame to mark such pretty wrists.” He drawled softly. Draco blushed furiously while Hermione and Narcissa stared at them in confusion.
“Are you ready, love.” Draco asked.
“Wait!” Narcissa cried out as she ran to a small writing desk and withdrew her camera. Draco shook his head and pulled Hermione to his side so his mother could photograph them, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly. “There, now you can go. Have a good time!” She was waving as Draco slid his arms around Hermione and apparated them to just outside school grounds.
“Oh, Lucius, I’m going to get those grandbabies watch and see.” Narcissa smiled. Lucius just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Women.” He said under his breath as he took off towards his study.
Draco and Hermione walked through the main gates of Hogwarts. They could hear the music from inside as they neared the castle.
“Alright love. This is it, from this point on there will be no more secrets, and everyone will know that you belong to me.” Draco said softly as he smiled down at the witch on his arm.
“And that you belong to me.” She smiled prettily.
“Yes, that I do.” He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Shall we my lady?”
“Lead the way, Dragon.”
*****Okay....on to the dance....onto the lemons.....and of course to those who read my stories you know that there will be some sort of action coming.......
“Draco, stop, you are just knotting it horribly and wrinkling the silk.” Lucius said as he approached his son. Draco was attempting to tie the cravat on his costumes shirt and failing miserably.
“I think I understand why these things went out of fashion, they are a bloody nuisance.” Draco said. He was wearing the tight, fawn colored breeches and knee high riding boots, the white silk shirt, the waistcoat and long tailed jacket both were laying draped over a chair.
“Let me do it.” Lucius said as he unknotted the fine silk fabric and cast a spell to smooth the wrinkles. “Who won the match today?” Lucius asked as he began to wind the length of fabric around Draco’s collar.
“Slytherin of course, Ravenclaw’s seeker can’t touch me.” He said proudly, lifting is chin as his father knotted the cravat. “Wow, I had no idea you were such an expert at tying these things.” Draco said as he admired his father’s handiwork in the mirror.
“I’m an expert at tying all sorts of things.” Lucius said, sneering slightly. Draco watched his father walk across the room and fill a tumbler with firewhiskey. He thought about that comment for a moment, before he proceeded.
“Father, can I ask you something?” Draco asked as he donned the waistcoat and jacket. “It’s sort of personal.”
“I don’t see why not, I have no secrets, not anymore.” Lucius drawled as he directed Draco to a sofa.
“Did you ever hurt mum?” Lucius knew what he meant, he had overheard some of the conversation between Narcissa and Hermione.
“Not intentionally.” Lucius said, sipping his drink slowly. “Your mother is delicate. But I never set out to harm her in any way.” Draco nodded slowly, not really wanting to delve any deeper into the topic of his mother and sex.
“I wanted to ask you something else….”
“Go ahead son.”
“I was wondering…” Draco was blushing furiously. “Is there a proper way to tie and or spank a witch.” Lucius choked on his firewhiskey, dribbling the expensive liquer down the front of his velvet robes.
“Um, excuse me? Did you just ask how to tie and spank a witch?” Lucius asked, amazed that his son would ask such a question.
“Uh, yeah, I’m well aware of your….tendencies. I was just curious.” Draco tried to act like it wasn’t that big a deal, but he wasn’t very good at it.
“Well, as a matter of fact, there are certain techniques….it varies depending on your level of play. Are we talking just a little light fun….or full out dominance?” Lucius was beginning to think that he should hold a record for the worst father in history. From infancy he had taught Draco racism, hatred, dark magic, and now he was going to teach him alternative sex practices.
“Just fun.” Draco said. He felt odd asking his father, but he wanted to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge, and would give him an honest answer. Lucius pondered the conversation for a few minutes, then snapped his fingers. A small black box appeared in his lap.
“Spanking for beginners should only be done with the hand, or a small, padded paddle.” Lucius reached into the box and pulled out a small paddle covered in quilted black satin. “Restraints for sensual play should be soft…ribbon, silk, fur….or you can use your hands. You have to be careful with such games Draco, they can escalate and get out of control quickly.”
“I’m not interested in the lifestyle as a regular thing, just curious about some aspects of it is all.”
Lucius nodded and snapped his fingers again.
“The box is under your bed in your room. Be careful Draco, you could hurt her easily without intending to.”
“Thank you, for being honest.”
“I must say, I do find it an odd conversation to have with ones child.” Lucius said, staring into his glass.
“Look at it this way Father, I am comfortable enough to come to you with such questions, not many fathers can say that of their sons.” Draco smirked slightly as he watched his father smile slightly.
“It’s an odd sort of relationship we have Draco, don’t you think?”
“At least we have one I suppose.”
They both looked up when they heard the door open. Narcissa swept in with a bright smile on her beautiful face.
“Well, here she is.” Hermione walked in behind her, and Draco stood, staring in amazement. Her hair was piled high on her head, with soft shiny curls falling down around her face and shoulders. Her face bore little makeup, the way he preferred. Her dress was a soft Salmon color, empire waisted with a square neckline that revealed her generous cleavage. It had capped sleeves and the skirts fell, softly pleated from just below her breasts to brush the tops of her salmon slippers. She wore long white satin gloves, with the little silver bracelet he had given her on her left wrist.
“You look amazing.” Draco said as he stepped closer.
“Lovely indeed Ms. Granger.” Lucius said as he bent over her hand and kissed her fingers, an old world gesture that made her giggle. When he stood, he looked over to Draco.
“The ribbon, definitely, it would be a shame to mark such pretty wrists.” He drawled softly. Draco blushed furiously while Hermione and Narcissa stared at them in confusion.
“Are you ready, love.” Draco asked.
“Wait!” Narcissa cried out as she ran to a small writing desk and withdrew her camera. Draco shook his head and pulled Hermione to his side so his mother could photograph them, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly. “There, now you can go. Have a good time!” She was waving as Draco slid his arms around Hermione and apparated them to just outside school grounds.
“Oh, Lucius, I’m going to get those grandbabies watch and see.” Narcissa smiled. Lucius just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Women.” He said under his breath as he took off towards his study.
Draco and Hermione walked through the main gates of Hogwarts. They could hear the music from inside as they neared the castle.
“Alright love. This is it, from this point on there will be no more secrets, and everyone will know that you belong to me.” Draco said softly as he smiled down at the witch on his arm.
“And that you belong to me.” She smiled prettily.
“Yes, that I do.” He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Shall we my lady?”
“Lead the way, Dragon.”
*****Okay....on to the dance....onto the lemons.....and of course to those who read my stories you know that there will be some sort of action coming.......