Ritual Seduction
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
37,106
Reviews:
109
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Currently Reading:
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I dont own anything Harry Potter related nor do I make any money from my writing- I just like to play with JKR's characters
Bound
Chapter Thirteen: Bound
Sunday supper went by swimmingly after Draco and the boys had finished. Draco was sporting a rather bloody lip and a bruised cheek, by smiling nonetheless.
Hermione healed her fiancé once they returned to her home, kissing the tender skin after casting the charms.
“Thank you my love,” he said giving her a gentle kiss.
“You are very welcome. Tomorrow we will have to go to Asclepius and let Severus get on with his own life. I hope he and Freya have been getting on well.”
“I am sure he is living up to his sour reputation.”
“Freya is a tough witch, and one of the best Potion Mistresses on the isles, she may have given him a run for his money.”
“We shall see my dearest one.” Draco said as he led her down the hall to her bedroom.
The bedroom was tiny compared to the one they shared in France, but the mahogany sleigh bed and the matching furniture had been a gift from her grandmother.
The sage colored bed lines with cream accents gave the room a soothing feel. The walls were painted with a series of vines wrapping around the windows and doors.
Draco felt right at home in her little nest.
“It is no chateau, but it suits me just fine”
“I love it, I can see and feel you in everything.” He said running his hand along the curved bed frame.
Hermione smiled at her mate and wandered into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Draco followed and they washed faces and brushed teeth, the domestic life becoming second nature.
They slipped into bed and cuddled close.
“When do you want to have the wedding?” Draco asked as his fingers laced with her, the engagement ring chilly against his warm skin.
“How’s next weekend?”
“So soon?” Draco asked
“Well I never have wanted a big wedding- just close friends and family- and we will be bound by the Fates at some point in the coming week. We should just make it all legal and whatnot and move on to being blissfully wed.”
“Gods I love you,” he responded. Draco had not desire to wait but was not going to push her to hurry her wedding day.
“I will never tire of hearing that.” She whispered her hands threading through his pale locks.
“And I will never tire of saying it.”
~~
The next morning Hermione and Draco made their way to Asclepius Apothecary, the blue and silver awnings coving the large front windows. The bakery to the right already smelled delicious but the Witches clothing store was still dark.
Hermione slid the key into the front lock and was not surprised to hear voices coming from the back brewing room. What did shock her was the dark masculine chuckle of Severus Snape floating alongside of the melodious laugh of Freya.
She and Draco stopped to listen to the exchange.
“It is true Severus, the old codger needed to be slipped a pepper-up potion three time a day just to be coherent to watch us brew. If and when he instructed, it was nothing but useless elementary potions.”
“How long did it take you to find another Master?” He asked
“Not long, I basically crawled on hands and knees to Master Schlesinger to beg to be his apprentice. He was cold and hard taskmaster but he was the best Master I could have had,” she answered sincerely.
“You certainly earned the Mistress title, if Schlesinger awarded it to you,” Severus praised.
“I would have to agree,” Freya said with a light chuckle.
Draco looked at Hermione and smiled “Seems some flirtation has been happening in the brewing room.”
The apothecary was in perfect condition, as Hermione expected it to be. The inventory was complete and the shelves stocked and cleaned.
Severus had agreed to stay on and help so Hermione and Draco could worry about the wedding, and the honeymoon Draco was secretly planning.
Hermione did not miss the smile on Freya’s face when she heard Severs would be staying on.
Hermione and Freya were not only business partners, but dear friends, so when Hermione invited her to the wedding she was more than happy to attend.
“May I bring a date?” Freya asked glancing over at the dark wizard grinding herbs while talking to Draco.
“I think he may already be invited, but I think you will look good on his arm either way.” Hermione teased and Freya blushed.
~~
The week went by fast with wedding plans for Saturday and all the logistical work such as where they would live being juggled. By Friday night the pair was worn out but happy with their progress.
They made love slowly that night and drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken up by a loud thump coming from the backyard.
Draco bolted up and looked out the window to see Brocc sitting on the lawn a bundle clutched in his massive teeth.
“Are you ready to be bound for all eternity my darling?” Draco asked as he turned to find his mate sitting up in bed.
“The Fates always seem to have great timing,” she joked before she slid out of bed.
The pair unwrapped the bundle that held their robes and the ceremonial knife that would be used to share their blood. Then they climbed on Brocc to journey into the other realm.
Wrapped in white linen the couple entered the Fate bower and were greeted with a room filled with golden light.
The three weaving sisters stood on a platform beneath a canopy of white and gold with lilies, roses and baby’s breath intertwined everywhere.
“Welcome Gancanagh Draco and his mated witch Hermione, have you come to be bound together by the powers that be?” Klotho asked
“We have,” they answered together.
“Come forward then,” Lachesis ordered.
Hermione and Draco made their way up the platform stood before the Fates.
“Tonight we three shall bind two together, their mind, souls and hearts forever intertwined by the forces that be.” Atropos started the ritual.
“One last offering must be made, a drop of your life force.”
Draco offered up his palm and the dagger, Hermione following suit and lifting her upturned hand.
“With this dagger I draw forth blood to weave two into one,” Klotho said as she dragged the sharp blade across their skin taking the drops and placing them in a goblet.
“I mix them until they are one in the same,” Lachesis continued- the goblet releasing a pale light.
Draco placed his wounded hand in Hermione’s.
Atropos took the goblet and pulled out a long bit of golden rope, “and with this, I shall bind you together, making you one.” She finished fashioning their hands together.
The three then spoke in a language long forgotten in the world of mortal men finishing the binding ritual.
When the chanting stopped both Draco and Hermione felt a surge of lust and their lips met in a frenzy of passion.
The fates smiled and magically transported them to a room designed for the consummation of the binding.
The pair did not care for the opulent furnishing or the extravagant gold and marble that covered the numerous surfaces.
All they wanted was to feel the others skin.
The robes were tossed aside, and with hands still bound together, Draco lowered Hermione onto the first soft surface he could find.
The mountain of white pillows was perfect for the pair. Hermione legs wrapped around Draco’s hips and he wasted no time entering her body.
The moved together in desperation, lips seeking any bit of skin within reach, bodies thrusting fiercely together. Together they reached a blistering climax, both being thrown into bliss before coming back down.
The golden rope morphed sinking into their skin, a small golden line of runes appeared around their wrists.
Their binding was complete.
~~
A/N Getting closer to the end of this tale. Thank you to all my reviewers, you are amazing.
To answer some Questions: I am graduation the 21st from Arcadia University with a degree in International Studies- focus in Globalization, Development and Human Rights. My thesis was a study on how physically dividing a country that is recovering from ethnic conflict is not conducive to long term peace- using Northern Ireland and Bosnia as my case studies. I got an A on it so all the hard work paid off.
xox
Sarah
Sunday supper went by swimmingly after Draco and the boys had finished. Draco was sporting a rather bloody lip and a bruised cheek, by smiling nonetheless.
Hermione healed her fiancé once they returned to her home, kissing the tender skin after casting the charms.
“Thank you my love,” he said giving her a gentle kiss.
“You are very welcome. Tomorrow we will have to go to Asclepius and let Severus get on with his own life. I hope he and Freya have been getting on well.”
“I am sure he is living up to his sour reputation.”
“Freya is a tough witch, and one of the best Potion Mistresses on the isles, she may have given him a run for his money.”
“We shall see my dearest one.” Draco said as he led her down the hall to her bedroom.
The bedroom was tiny compared to the one they shared in France, but the mahogany sleigh bed and the matching furniture had been a gift from her grandmother.
The sage colored bed lines with cream accents gave the room a soothing feel. The walls were painted with a series of vines wrapping around the windows and doors.
Draco felt right at home in her little nest.
“It is no chateau, but it suits me just fine”
“I love it, I can see and feel you in everything.” He said running his hand along the curved bed frame.
Hermione smiled at her mate and wandered into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Draco followed and they washed faces and brushed teeth, the domestic life becoming second nature.
They slipped into bed and cuddled close.
“When do you want to have the wedding?” Draco asked as his fingers laced with her, the engagement ring chilly against his warm skin.
“How’s next weekend?”
“So soon?” Draco asked
“Well I never have wanted a big wedding- just close friends and family- and we will be bound by the Fates at some point in the coming week. We should just make it all legal and whatnot and move on to being blissfully wed.”
“Gods I love you,” he responded. Draco had not desire to wait but was not going to push her to hurry her wedding day.
“I will never tire of hearing that.” She whispered her hands threading through his pale locks.
“And I will never tire of saying it.”
~~
The next morning Hermione and Draco made their way to Asclepius Apothecary, the blue and silver awnings coving the large front windows. The bakery to the right already smelled delicious but the Witches clothing store was still dark.
Hermione slid the key into the front lock and was not surprised to hear voices coming from the back brewing room. What did shock her was the dark masculine chuckle of Severus Snape floating alongside of the melodious laugh of Freya.
She and Draco stopped to listen to the exchange.
“It is true Severus, the old codger needed to be slipped a pepper-up potion three time a day just to be coherent to watch us brew. If and when he instructed, it was nothing but useless elementary potions.”
“How long did it take you to find another Master?” He asked
“Not long, I basically crawled on hands and knees to Master Schlesinger to beg to be his apprentice. He was cold and hard taskmaster but he was the best Master I could have had,” she answered sincerely.
“You certainly earned the Mistress title, if Schlesinger awarded it to you,” Severus praised.
“I would have to agree,” Freya said with a light chuckle.
Draco looked at Hermione and smiled “Seems some flirtation has been happening in the brewing room.”
The apothecary was in perfect condition, as Hermione expected it to be. The inventory was complete and the shelves stocked and cleaned.
Severus had agreed to stay on and help so Hermione and Draco could worry about the wedding, and the honeymoon Draco was secretly planning.
Hermione did not miss the smile on Freya’s face when she heard Severs would be staying on.
Hermione and Freya were not only business partners, but dear friends, so when Hermione invited her to the wedding she was more than happy to attend.
“May I bring a date?” Freya asked glancing over at the dark wizard grinding herbs while talking to Draco.
“I think he may already be invited, but I think you will look good on his arm either way.” Hermione teased and Freya blushed.
~~
The week went by fast with wedding plans for Saturday and all the logistical work such as where they would live being juggled. By Friday night the pair was worn out but happy with their progress.
They made love slowly that night and drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken up by a loud thump coming from the backyard.
Draco bolted up and looked out the window to see Brocc sitting on the lawn a bundle clutched in his massive teeth.
“Are you ready to be bound for all eternity my darling?” Draco asked as he turned to find his mate sitting up in bed.
“The Fates always seem to have great timing,” she joked before she slid out of bed.
The pair unwrapped the bundle that held their robes and the ceremonial knife that would be used to share their blood. Then they climbed on Brocc to journey into the other realm.
Wrapped in white linen the couple entered the Fate bower and were greeted with a room filled with golden light.
The three weaving sisters stood on a platform beneath a canopy of white and gold with lilies, roses and baby’s breath intertwined everywhere.
“Welcome Gancanagh Draco and his mated witch Hermione, have you come to be bound together by the powers that be?” Klotho asked
“We have,” they answered together.
“Come forward then,” Lachesis ordered.
Hermione and Draco made their way up the platform stood before the Fates.
“Tonight we three shall bind two together, their mind, souls and hearts forever intertwined by the forces that be.” Atropos started the ritual.
“One last offering must be made, a drop of your life force.”
Draco offered up his palm and the dagger, Hermione following suit and lifting her upturned hand.
“With this dagger I draw forth blood to weave two into one,” Klotho said as she dragged the sharp blade across their skin taking the drops and placing them in a goblet.
“I mix them until they are one in the same,” Lachesis continued- the goblet releasing a pale light.
Draco placed his wounded hand in Hermione’s.
Atropos took the goblet and pulled out a long bit of golden rope, “and with this, I shall bind you together, making you one.” She finished fashioning their hands together.
The three then spoke in a language long forgotten in the world of mortal men finishing the binding ritual.
When the chanting stopped both Draco and Hermione felt a surge of lust and their lips met in a frenzy of passion.
The fates smiled and magically transported them to a room designed for the consummation of the binding.
The pair did not care for the opulent furnishing or the extravagant gold and marble that covered the numerous surfaces.
All they wanted was to feel the others skin.
The robes were tossed aside, and with hands still bound together, Draco lowered Hermione onto the first soft surface he could find.
The mountain of white pillows was perfect for the pair. Hermione legs wrapped around Draco’s hips and he wasted no time entering her body.
The moved together in desperation, lips seeking any bit of skin within reach, bodies thrusting fiercely together. Together they reached a blistering climax, both being thrown into bliss before coming back down.
The golden rope morphed sinking into their skin, a small golden line of runes appeared around their wrists.
Their binding was complete.
~~
A/N Getting closer to the end of this tale. Thank you to all my reviewers, you are amazing.
To answer some Questions: I am graduation the 21st from Arcadia University with a degree in International Studies- focus in Globalization, Development and Human Rights. My thesis was a study on how physically dividing a country that is recovering from ethnic conflict is not conducive to long term peace- using Northern Ireland and Bosnia as my case studies. I got an A on it so all the hard work paid off.
xox
Sarah