Their Greatest Mistake

Thanks for the birthday wishes!

**

By the time Draco returned from the gardens, it was two in the morning. Hermione had evidently attempted to stay up until he came to bed, and Draco had to chuckle slightly to see her sprawled on their bed still fully clothes. Her breathing was deep, and she looked content. It was so hard for him to keep from shaking her awake so that he could fuck her.

She lay on her back, and her dress had bunched up so that one tit was outside of the dress, the nipple beckoning him. Quietly, he inched forward so that he was sitting on the bed next to her, his pants tenting painfully. Hoping to still get a fuck in, while being the ever-so-considerate husband that he was, he gently shook her shoulder so that the gorgeous breast giggled a little but was still clearly visible.

“Hermione,” he called softly, and her head moved a little, her perfect lips pouting sexily in her sleep. “Hermione, you need to get up and into your pyjamas to go to sleep,” he said again. That seemed to work its magic. Slowly, she sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked at him crossly. She had no idea that her breast was visible.

After a quick yawn, she said, “Are you trying to tell me that you took so long coming up here that I fell asleep waiting for you?” It was so hard to take her seriously with on huge breast still visible, and Draco could feel the edges of his mouth quirk upwards. Crossly, she added, “What is so funny?”

In response, he pinched the visible nipple, nibbled on her earlobe, and moved to straddle her all in one motion. She gasped, and he couldn’t tell if it was from shock or from pleasure or from annoyance. But all fears and worries were put to rest when she captured his mouth with her own and reached down to undo his zipper.

His mouth moved down her neck, kissing and sucking, while they worked on each others clothes. In between gasps, she said, “It would appear – ohh, Draco – that you bring – yes, yes, yes, right there, darling – out the most – good Godric, that’s nice – sexually explicit in me.” He grinned against her chest, each of her large tits on either side of his face as he alternately licked, sucked, nibbled, and kneaded them.

Suddenly, an idea came to her. “Draco, could I, possibly, be on top?” she asked timidly. He stopped his ministrations to look up at her in shock. She appeared to be full of surprises, and quickly she was straddling him, easing herself onto his erection.

Merlin it felt good being inside her. His hips bucked up, and he looked at her in wonder as her breasts flew all over the place as she bounced on him. In a moment of inspiration, he began to play with her clit, and when her walls began to clench, signally a coming orgasm, he came, as well.

When she collapsed on top of him, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her soundly. Her hair stuck to her face and he pulled out of her only to give her a smile. At the same time that he pulled her close, her eyes began to shut, and he grabbed his wand, pointing it at her stomach as he muttered “Desino Sperma” before drifting off to sleep himself.

* * *

Days passed quickly for them, and although there had been some awkwardness the mornings after the ended up having sex, things were generally good. Of course, there were many times when they argued, and they really did not spend a large amount of time together. Hermione spent her time at Malfoy Manor with Madam Malfoy, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny as they organized the coming wedding party. Draco, for his part, split his time between the Zabini’s, his study at Malfoy Manor, and avoiding the women who were planning the party. All he had to do was memorize the guest list, and he would be all right.

Within a few days of returning to Malfoy Manor – where they would be living for the remainder of the summer, but would not return to live in once Hogwarts had started again – Draco and Hermione had fallen into a schedule. They woke at different times – Draco liked to sleep in and stay up until the wee hours of the morning, while Hermione preferred to get up early, although she was not adverse to having a lie in every now and then – and tended to go their separate ways for the morning, but usually had tea together with Draco’s mother and occasionally Ginny or Blaise.

In between tea and dinner they would each take a book out to the garden to read and after dinner they would spend time with their friends. One evening, croquet had been introduced to Ginny, Ron, Harry, Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Theo Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle – who, as Hermione had discovered, might not be that smart, but were in reality quite funny. It was refreshing to be with new people, and Hermione found that she was enjoying herself.

As time came closer to the party, though, as well as returning to Hogwarts, she began to get nervous. What would people say? What would they think? Would they be mean? What would happen between her and Draco? How would this affect them, their Houses, and their friends? What was going to happen?

The questions kept going around and around in her head until she thought that she might explode. She had never been one to care about what other people said or thought, but now it seemed like it was all that she could think about. It felt like all of her free moments were spent fretting, and she didn’t like it one bit.

In reality, she was very well aware that once she got through the party and the first week of Hogwarts, everything would die down and fall into place. It just seemed that the hard part was getting through the following week, but once she did it . . . she sighed, and sat her book down on the wicker table, and looked around the garden. Idly, she twirled her wedding ring around her finger, and Draco looked up at her over the cover of his book.

“Are you alright?” he asked superciliously. She jumped a little as her reverie was broken, and she settled back into her chair.

Absently, she tucked a stray curl behind her ear, and opened her book back up. Not meeting his eyes, she said, “Oh, yes, I’m fine. Nothing’s the matter.” If he had known her better, he would have known that she was lying. But he didn’t, so until he knew for certain, he decided to keep a careful watch upon her.

They read in silence for a few more moments before she sighed again, put her book down, and stared into space. Mimicking her, he placed his marker in Werewolves Attack: Volume One in the Magical Creatures Attack Series, a thriller by Scott Queen, and placed it upon the table. “Hermione, honestly, what is wrong?”

Again, he startled her, and she squeaked, “Oh, nothing, nothing at all.” To her annoyance, Draco rolled his eyes.

“Right, because abandoning Hogwarts: A History, which even I know is your favorite book, twice within five minutes is a surefire sign of you being perfectly okay,” he stated, leaning back in his chair across the table from her and crossing his arms. She simply roller her own eyes in response, and made a move as if to pick up the book again, but stopped half-way.

She sniffed inaudibly, and replied, “Draco, like I said, nothing is the matter, and I would appreciate it if you would not press me.” This only further proved to him that something was bothering her, and her challenging tone pushed him to keep questioning her.

“Hermione, I don’t want to annoy you, but something is clearly wrong!”

Her eyes flashed, and she stood up from the table, pushing her chair backwards. “No! You’re wrong!” She was practically yelling now, and she knew it. He stood up, as well.

“I just want to help you!” he cried, trying to make her see.

Her eyes were filled with questions. “Why? Why would you want to help me?” she cried, tears joining the questions in her eyes.

It was a ridiculous question, and they both knew it. “Because you’re my wife, and that’s what husbands and wives do! They help each other!” he exclaimed.

They paused, chests heaving, neither of them saying anything. After what seemed like eons, Hermione whispered, “I’m sorry, Draco, but I just don’t feel that emotionally close to you right now. Being physically intimate is one thing, but emotionally? That’s a completely different Quidditch game.”

He blinked at her. Twice. He understood what she was saying; how couldn’t he? But liking what she was saying what very different. When he didn’t say anything, for he was lost in his own thoughts, she turned and ran into the house. He didn’t follow her.

In general, Draco disliked the part of a relationship that he and Hermione were at now. He liked to jump straight from the awkward silences and blatant desire to long conversations and exploring new positions in the bedroom. It was difficult for him to accept that, if this was going to work, he needed to build Hermione’s trust in him.

So he made a plan.

Draco Abraxas Malfoy’s Plan #2
Plan’s Mission: To gain the trust of Hermione (hereby to be referred to as “H”)
Step One: Be myself around H
Step Two: Encourage H to be herself
Step Three: Little by little share intimate thoughts/details with H
Step Four: Never try to get H to share anything until she’s ready!
Step Five: Listen to what H says she likes/dislikes in order to buy a nice Christmas present (when is her birthday?)

Draco was confident that his plan could, and would, work. After all, it was a plan born of a Malfoy.

**

Hope you like it! I thought that I had to include some issues between them, considering they were a little too perfect together all ready.

xx
suzz