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Pleasantries of Muggle Life
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Chapter 14 - Pleasantries of Muggle Life
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Hermione gasped as she woke up. She clutched her stomach. Cramps. She felt tears well up in her eyes.
“What's wrong, Love?” Draco asked, his pretty eyes full with concern.
Hermione's eyes rolled into her head as she tucked her knees to her chest.
"Cramps," she managed to rasp out.
“Oh Honey, should I call for a potions?” Draco asked, pulling her close and cradling her against him.
Hermione whimpered and dug her nails into his shirt.
"If you leave me, I'll kill you," Hermione said, gripping Draco as he rubbed her back in gentle circles.
She ripped her nightgown open and pressed herself closer to Draco. She needed close contact with him.
“I won't leave you. An elf can bring you the potion. Would you like that?” he asked, stroking her back slowly.
"I just need you," Hermione said, pressing her nose against his throat and beginning to kiss him lightly.
“I am here for you. Always.”
"I feel better just being close to you," Hermione whispered, snuggling him.
She shifted and pulled his body on top of hers.
“Especially like this. Draco, I want us to marry soon.”
She had been so happy to see their new home. It was so posh and perfect. So Draco. However, it didn't matter that the house had seven bedrooms and countless other amenities, what mattered was that he had bought it way before their engagement.
"Hermione, Love, I was thinking," Draco said, shifting to press his hips closer to hers, "that we should go and look for baby things. I've not set up a baby room."
“I would love that! But we can make the room in neutral colors, so whichever gender our child will be it fits.”
"I had though of doing something with the sky and the sun and moon," Draco said, pressing his lips lightly to her neck, "and maybe a border of clouds or rainbows."
“That's so nice!” She exclaimed and hugged him tightly.
“I've been thinking a lot about how our children would be. I want to be a good father.”
"I will settle for nothing less than a great father," Hermione said, pressing teasing kisses to his chin.
“And of course, they will have a brilliant mother. I hope you'd like more than one child eventually?”
"I want children," Hermione said, squeezing him. "Not as many as the Weasleys but at least one girl and one boy...and preferably two girls. I always imagined having two daughters."
"What if you had many boys?"
“Then it would be still good. Just the house teams would have trouble to choose the best Seeker.”
"I don't know if Malfoys ever have girls," he said. "There has never been one, you see. Not one."
“Maybe things will change!” she smiled and kissed his jaw.
"I hope so," Draco said. "I would love a little girl to protect."
Hermione hugged him tightly. The thought of many pretty children warmed her heart.
"I would scare all naughty little boys away. I know what little boys want," Draco said, rubbing his Hermione's back as she giggled.
“What do naughty little boys want?” she asked with another giggle.
"To tease and be cruel to cute little girls, and all boys become big naughty boys. I know what they want to, and they shan't have it," Draco declared, and he tilted Hermione's chin up to kiss her mouth.
“But I finally have you, Love. I wanted you for so long. If only you knew what I wanted to do to you!”
"If only you knew what I would LOVE for you to do," Hermione said. "I want you inside me. I want you to pin me in this bed and make love to me all night. Then I can ride you for your wake up sex."
Draco gulped. Gods, this was what his dreams were filled with every night. He was used to waking up in soiled sheets, as he couldn't stop the manifestations of his desire.
"I want to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, nuzzling him.
“Shall I owl my lawyer to arrange a Muggle ceremony for us? We could go shopping for a dress for you soon.”
"Is he a Muggle solicitor?"
“It's a Muggleborn solicitor. He works both worlds. He helped me with the purchase of this house, actually.”
"Okay," Hermione said, "I just want to be sure that he can speed up the time. Usually it takes a little over a week to get a marriage license. I don't want to wait that long."
“I am sure he will do all he can, Love. Then we will make love for the first time as a married couple.”
"All. Night. Long." Hermione punctuated carefully as she palmed his cheek.
“Oh yes. I have waited for so long for you. You know, when I as at school I was thinking of secret ways to bind us. I never managed to find a sneaky one.”
“You wanted us to be together, back then? You were always so cold to me!” she said and pouted.
"Well, given how Father told me I was to behave to Muggleborn witches, I thought that it would never happen...and you were always with Potter and Weasley. It wasn't fair. They got to be near you, and I couldn't even share my feelings with you."
“What would've you done if we weren't at war?” she asked, holding him close.
"If Voldemort had been dead from the start," Draco said, "I suppose my first move would have been to send you flowers after determining your favorites."
She kissed his cheek. He was so sweet. The war had done wrong to many people, including Draco. He was really a nice man, once you got to know him.
"And of course, chocolates, books, anything I could perceive you as wanting."
“I wish things had been different for us, Draco. I was so afraid when I got the letter that I would encounter a grown up version of the brat I knew at school.”
Draco leaned in close to her mouth and stared at her. "I'm sorry for everything I said that hurt you."
“It's okay, now. I understand that you were under the pressure of the war. I wish I could make it all better. Actually, I thought you were rather handsome at school.”
“I never wanted to join the Dark side. Heck, even Father didn't want to follow the lunatics orders when it turned out it wasn’t just a political agenda. He abhorred the violence and the warfare.”
"He told me that. I don't know if you know this, but during the final battle, he pleaded on his knees before Voldemort to be allowed to fetch Harry. He just wanted to go out and protect you. He loves you so much," Hermione said, leaning up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "And after getting to know you, I know how helpless he was. It's impossible to really know you and not care for you.”
“Love, I will do everything to let you fall in love with me. I am not perfect, but I crave your love. You are so perfect for me and I feel I need you to be complete.”
“We will be perfect together. Maybe we can go for a walk and look at shops? For baby stuff?” she asked, kissing his lips gently.
"Whatever you want. I've always wanted one of those things that Muggles use on their roads like that M25 one...Do you know what I'm talking about?
“A car? On four wheels, but goes faster than a carriage? I have always wanted one special kind of those,” she said and giggled.
"Yes! A car! Any kind you want, Goddess!"
“The one I like is very expensive, though. but we could get a cheap one, used one...”
“I’m a Malfoy, remember? I am sure the car thing can't be too costly.”
“You are so handsome,” she purred and kissed his neck. “I like the fact that you're so gorgeous more than anything else.”
"Well, at least you don't love me for my money," Draco said, with a chuckle. "If we are going to go shopping, we should get out of bed."
“Yes, but when we are married, I might not let you out of bed. You are so hot. Though you do look good in clothes, too!” she giggled and jumped out of the bed.
"Hermione, there is something important that I want you to know," Draco said seriously as he followed her into the large bathroom.
“What is it, Sexy?” she asked, her hand stilling in mid air with the hairbrush tangled in her locks.
"When we are wed, you can have sex with me whenever you wish," Draco said, smirking as he turned on the sink to brush his teeth.
“Oh you!” she said and swatted his pert bum with the brush. “I was fully intending to do that anyways!”
Draco danced away.
“That's good to know, especially as I need to learn how to please you fully. As you have the not-so-innocent virgin on your hands.”
“You know, you might stop traffic if I let you out on the street without a leash. Muggles are prone to admiring extremely handsome men,” she laughed, watching him put on his Muggle trousers.
"Well, no woman anywhere has a chance of taking me from you."
“Not even a very perfectly gorgeous one?” Hermione asked, glaring at her reflection in the mirror.
“You are the most gorgeous one to me,” Draco said and cupped her large breasts.
Hermione gasped, and she rested back in his arms. "Bathe me, Draco."
“Does it mean you want to see me naked again?” he asked and magically divested his clothes, pressing his naked body against hers.
"Yes," Hermione said, letting Draco hold her up. She looked up at him with soft eyes.
“Then you shall have your bath. I like seeing you naked, too,” he grinned.
The master bathroom was equipped with a tub big enough for four, so it was made for bath time fun.
"Draco, you better be careful," Hermione said as she was steered into the shower.
“I know you are a precious flower,” he murmured, kissing her neck.
"I'm in danger of becoming very used to this," she said, pushing him into the corner of the large shower and dropping to her knees.
“Oh, you should know I will always be like this. I love you, and I adore you.”
Hermione put her hands on his hips. "What can I offer you, Prince of Slytherin?" Hermione grinned as she used the title that had been tossed around by the females of the school.
“Well, Gryffindor Princess, what about you washing my hair?”
Hermione pouted as she rose to her feet.
“Anything you want, Darling,” she said and took a bottle of shampoo from the shower tray.
It was nice to care for such a man. He was so perfect for her. How could she be so silly in school and not see past his act?
Draco moaned happily as Hermione slid her fingers into his hair and began to massage his scalp. His breathing became more rapid as he slid his hands over her hips.
“I love you, Hermione. I really do, and I cherish every moment we are together, as I had never hoped I would have you,” he said and let his hands wander over her sides.
"Given how the Prophet was reporting on my previous engagement and my prior upcoming nuptials," Hermione said, sliding a soft soapy rag around on Draco's chest. "Would you have shown up to object to it?"
“I would have tried to...I don't even know how...but I would have tried. Though I knew you most likely would've hexed me.”
“Maybe...” she said and sighed. “But, now, I can't imagine how I could stand my previous life. You make me feel so special.”
Hermione slid the rag around and began to rub Draco's bottom.
“My sexy man. I can't wait till I can feel you inside me,” she purred.
"I can barely wait to be inside you," Draco said, shifting forward and dropping his cheek to rest on her shoulder.
Hermione smirked as she slid a hand around and began to fondle him.
“And you are killing me, Love,” he growled as her little hand moved over his sensitive bit.
“I like touching your gorgeous bit. And the way it responds to me...”
"Contact the lawyer," Hermione said. She dropped to her knees and began to wash his legs. As soon as the soap was washed away from Draco's cock, Hermione leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him while she washed.
She was mesmerized by how attractive her man was. Ron's bit smelled foul usually and was covered in cock cheese that she didn't want her mouth taste. But Draco's bit was perfect. The large pink head was begging her to suck it.
Draco shifted back to lean against the wall as his hands buried in her hair.
She took more and more of him into her mouth, her hands working slowly on his big balls. She wanted to take in all of him, so that her lips would touch the coarse blond hairs at the base of his cock.
Draco whimpered and thrust a little. What a witch! What a witch! What a succulent witch! He had never dreamt she would enjoy him so much. He had thought there would be a long time to persuade her even to touch his bet, but here she was sucking so eagerly that he was helpless to her command.
Hermione whimpered around him and sucked harder. He was her wizard.
Draco growled as he came in her mouth.
He couldn't describe his feelings now. It was so special to him to have her at his bidding.
"Go owl the solicitor," Hermione said, resoaping the washcloth to bathe.
“Yes, Love,” he said as he stepped closer to her and gave her a hot kiss.
Hermione shoved her tongue into his mouth and smacked his bottom. She enjoyed being with him very much. And the though that she would have his large, throbbing cock inside her soon made her very wet.
Draco slid his hand toward her core slowly.
Hermione smacked his hand.
"Go owl the solicitor!"
“The solicitor also has a so called Belly-tone. You could use it to talk to him. Works instantly, he says,” Draco explained, sneaking his hand back.
She could let him play, then. Phone calls were faster than owls.
"This is an excellent opportunity for you to experience real Muggle culture," Hermione said, smacking his hand again. “And it is called a telephone.”
“But Love, let me repay you the favor. I am sure you want it,” he said and looked at her pleadingly.
"I suppose I should supervise you on your virgin phonecall," Hermione said, allowing his fingers their desire.
“Yes, you should. I want to be a good virgin in everything,” he said and teased her clit.
Hermione sighed resting back. "Draco, I need you."
“I need you, too, Love,” he said and continued to work his magic on her.
She writhed and moaned under his touch. If he was so good with his hands, she could not imagine how good he'd be with using his cock.
"By the week's end, you shall have my virginity," Draco said before sucking on her neck desperately.
“That sounds very good, honey. I want you to be mine,” she purred.
"You will also be mine," Draco said, moving up and leaving a trail of lovebites.
“Yours,” she murmured, enjoying his attentions.
"I love you," Draco whispered, thrusting his fingers into her more quickly.
Hermione gasped arching toward his hand.
He groaned as his fingers explored her tight channel. He wanted to be inside her now.
"I need you, Draco," Hermione rasped out.
“You have me, Love,” he said and kissed her passionately. She fell helpless into his arms.
Draco couldn't help smirking as she gushed around his fingers.
He would make her come every day. She would forget ever wanting Lucius.
"Don't leave me," Hermione whispered as she shoved back against him.
“Never,” he whispered in her ear and hauled her up into his arms. “We should contact the solicitor now, I think.”
"Yes," Hermione said, allowing Draco to gently dry her.
She pulled on the dress she had brought from the Manor as Draco seated himself on the bed and picked up phone from the receiver.
"Hello," Draco spoke at the phone. "Hello?"
"Did you dial the number?" Hermione asked, sitting next to him.
“How do I do that?” he said and stared at the phone.
“Do you have the solicitor’s card?” she asked, smiling at how helpless he looked.
Draco presented her the small rectangle.
“Now you press the buttons emblazoned with numbers in the succession shown on the card,” she instructed.
Draco pressed the numbers carefully.
"Hold it to your ear," Hermione said, cocking her head when she saw the box she had found hovering in her closet when she had hastily packed the previous night.
It was on the floor under the chair at the vanity.
“Kinkerton Solicitors head office. How may I help you?” a cheery, sing-song voice said and Draco was taken aback for a second.
"Just speak back in a normal volume and tone to state your business," Hermione said, getting up and walking over to get the box.
“Hello. I'm Draco Malfoy, and I would like to speak to Mr. Ted Kinkerton,” he said bravely.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy. Yes, I'll connect you immediately sir," the female voice simpered. The woman on the phone giggled.
Draco brushed it off a Muggle tradition.
“Mr. Malfoy, how may I help you today?” Kinkerton answered happily. Malfoy was one of his richest and best clients. Easy to deal with and paid the best commissions in England.
"I want to file for a Muggle marriage license, and I want it ready in three days," Draco said firmly.
"Muggle marriage license?" Ted responded.
"Yes," Draco said firmly.
"But Sir, the law," Ted tried to explain.
"Make it happen!" Draco barked. "My fiancée demands it!"
'I will see what I can do. Can I alter the paperwork saying that you are residing in Kensington, to present the Muggle Authrorities? Also, I shall obtain paperwork from the Ministry about your fiancée. Anything else you require, sir?”
"I require nothing else. Make it happen. You have forty-eight hours," Draco said.
Hermione squealed and threw her arms around his neck while he was still connected with the lawyer.
"Congratulations Sir. It will happen."
“Thank you, Kinkerton. Let me know when you're done.” Draco dropped the receiver and looked at her wide eyed.
Hermione snuggled him tightly holding the box she had brought.
“What's that?” Draco asked, looking at the box.
“I found it in my closet. Did you leave it there?”
"No," Draco said, reaching out to take the box.
"It was for me," Hermione said, pulling away. She frowned at him.
“Let me examine it. It might have something bad on it,” he said and flicked his wand in trained motions.
Hermione handed it to him.
Draco frowned as he looked over the bracelet. It was expensive.
Hermione bounced nervously.
Turning over, he saw an inscription in French. He frowned when he read the words.
"I want it," Hermione said, holding her arm out for it.
Draco's eyes widened as he ran a not-so-routine spell on the bracelet.
"It has powerful protective enchantments on it, but no tracking spell," Draco said, setting the box on the bed. He pointed his wand at it.
Hermione snatched it up.
"It's so pretty," Hermione said. "What does the inscription mean? I don't know French." Hermione quickly fastened the bracelet around her wrist.
“It doesn’t mean much,” Draco said dismissively.
"Tell me, please," Hermione pleaded as she stared at how the light reflected off the opals sending rainbows of color everywhere.
“Fine,” Draco said and stared out of the window. Why did his father have to interfere here?
Hermione moved to him. "Don't be sad."
She slid her hands around on his stomach.
"We'll be married soon, Draco."
“The bracelet is from my father,” he said with a deep sigh.
"He said he was going to get me jewelry for the wedding," Hermione said, kissing between Draco's shoulders before playing with his hair.
Maybe she had been too harsh on Lucius.
“It's not for the wedding,” Draco admitted. “It's personal.”
Hermione cocked her head.
"How do you mean?"
“It's from him in a personal way, expressing his... admiration for you. I am very jealous about it.”
"Why are you jealous? You are the one who has me," Hermione said. "We're here. We're going to be married soon. And I'll be doing naughty things to you soon."
“I want you to be doing naughty things to me only. I want to be your only man,” Draco said and looked away. He knew he was being selfish.
"I'm here with you because I want to just be with you," Hermione said. "I care about you."
'”And not about my father? You don't want to do naughty things to him?”
"I don't know. I don't feel myself when I am around the two of you or when I'm in that house. I don't want to do with him," Hermione said, and she turned Draco in her arms to cup his face. "But I know I don't want to purposely hurt you if I can avoid it."
“We can stay where we want, Love. Here or somewhere else. I want you to be mine,” he murmured.
"And I will be in two days," Hermione whispered before she kissed his nose. "As long as your solicitor is good."
“Oh, he will work his arse off for good money,” Draco said and smiled widely.
“Shall we go shopping then?” Hermione asked cheerily. She felt much better here than at the manor.
"Whatever you want."
"My confusion is so much better here, Love," Hermione said, clinging to his arm as they walked up the street.
“Goodness, look!” she said pointing right.
Draco looked in the direction she pointed and saw a low slung yellow car inside a room. Why would Muggles do that?
"What about it?" Draco said, raising her hand and kissing it. How he wanted to rip that bracelet off and destroy it.
“It's a Lamborghini, Draco! It's the dealership! Oh please, can we go and have a look?”
"Of course," Draco said, frowning at the bracelet as Hermione tugged on his arm.
Hermione squealed in delight and rushed towards the salon.
Draco followed after her slowly keeping his eyes on her every move. The bracelet hadn't showed signs of being a portkey, but his father was very clever. His Hermione wouldn't be taken from him.
For all it's worth, Draco cast an anti-portkey charm on her.
Hermione giggled as she raced around the beautiful yellow car.
A clerk measured up the two people entering the salon and gave them a bright smile.
Hermione opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.
"Draco, join me," Hermione pouted.
Reluctantly he took a seat in the smooth black leather seat.
“This is an exclusive car,” the clerk explained. “In this edition, only 100 were ever made.”
"I love this car, Draco," Hermione said staring at him with bright eyes.
"I love you," Draco said, and he couldn't stop staring at the bracelet. “We'll take it.”
He pulled out the little plastic card and handed it to the clerk.
A platinum Master Card. The clerk had seen many of those. He nodded and left to call the bank to check if the buyer had enough funds for a lease. No one ever bought a car like that right away.
As soon as the clerk vanished, Hermione climbed over into Draco's lap.
"You're too good to me!" she said, and she pressed her lips gently to his.
“You like the car, and you want it. I simply get you what you need.”
The clerk coughed to get their attention.
“Sir, would you like to see our lawyers to sign the lease?”
Hermione paid no attention to the clerk and continued to nuzzle Draco.
“I'm not leasing it, I'm buying it right away. It's not something I'd need financial services for.” Draco had seen the price tag of the car. It was just four-hundred thousand in Muggle money. Peanuts to him.
"Are you willing to pay for it in cash immediately?" The clerk asked, "It will take 50 thousand off the cost by doing that."
“Charge it to my card. I expect the car to be ready for use today.” Draco drawled, as if he knew what he meant. “Call my lawyer,” he handed the clerk Kinkerton's card, “and make sure the car is registered in my fiancée's name.”
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."
“We can make it ready by 6pm, sir,” the clerk said enthusiastically.
Hermione giggled, and pressed her face close to Draco. The clerk ran off.
“You are impossible,” she said and kissed his lips.
“Why? They'll be taking ages with the car,” he said and scowled.
"I like it when you make people squirm," Hermione giggled.
“Did I?” Draco asked innocently.
“Love you,” Hermione murmured. Hermione played with the collar of the suit he was wearing.
Draco gasped and squeezed her more tightly.
"Would you like to go and look at baby things?" Draco said, petting her hair.
“Yes, but first I need wedding night lingerie,” she said and put some errant strands of his hair back.
“Lingerie sounds great, Love,” Draco said and got up from the car. They went to the clerk to finalize the sale and get Draco's card back, and after a few minutes they found themselves in Harrods.
"You will pick out whatever you want me to wear," Hermione declared, snuggling Draco's arm. "And only you will see me in it."
“”That's a good deal, Love,” he said and steered her into a shop which displayed lingerie.
Hermione lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it lightly before sucking lightly on his index finger.
“Now, let me pick delightful things for you,” he said and guided her to the rack with basques.
Hermione turned around and covered her eyes. "I want it to be a surprise."
Draco liked surprising her.
Hermione had a big smile on her face, and opened her fingers a little.
“Pick something hot,” she giggled.
"Don't peak!" Draco said before teasingly pulling her close and kissing her hands lightly.
"But Draco," Hermione said, closing her fingers.
"You won't spoil your surprise. Just tell me what size I need to pick,” he murmured.
Hermione giggled and told him the size. A couple of women walked by Draco, and he heard giggles. He spun and watched them. They giggled harder.
He gave the picked garment to the clerk and told her to pack it separately.
“Now you may look,” Draco said to Hermione, ignoring the other women. “Choose anything you fancy.”
Hermione, hearing the giggles, took her hands from her eyes and wrapped her arms around Draco when she saw the other women gazing starry eyed at Draco. She growled before seizing his face and pulling him down. She shoved her lips against his and proceeded to shove her tongue in his mouth before cupping his bottom. Draco whimpered into her kiss and jerked her close to him.
“Mine,” she growled.
"All yours," Draco agreed in a voice loud enough to be heard by the other women who were ogling him.
“Exactly,” she said happily and dragged him to another rack, asking him to pick out bras for her.
Draco laughed and picked out some in dark green. He picked out some in black and pink as well.
“You have good taste,” she encouraged him.
Draco grinned and offered her matching thongs or g-strings.
“Which ones do you like best?” she asked innocently.
“I prefer you naked,” he whispered in her ear, “but if I have to pick one, I'd say g-string.”
Hermione smiled. "Whatever you want to see me in is fine with me."
He grinned widely. They hauled their vast selections to the counter and Draco happily paid for all of it.
“I can't wait to choose clothes for you,” she murmured and wrapped a possessive arm around his waist.
She smirked at a pouting female who had been eyeing Draco like he was free candy. She slid her hands down cupped his bottom for the other females benefit.
“Mine,” she told him. “They can look, but only I can touch.”
"Touch anything you want," Draco said shoving an erection against her stomach.
“You are a dirty boy, Draco,” she purred. “You know that these trousers won't hide your state well.”
“It's your fault. You groped me and told me several times that I am yours. How can I not salute to that?”
"Well, you following me around completely hard is hot," Hermione said, taking hold of his belt to pull him to the counter to pay. "We are going to go looking for special things for you, now."
“Do I really need clothes?” he whispered in her ear huskily.
“Yes, for the moments when we are in public,” she said and smiled wickedly.
"Why would we want to be in public?" Draco asked, gripping her hips and staring at her bottom as she bounced. "We are soon to be newlyweds. We want private time."
“We'll need to be in public for the wedding. Also, I want to test my new car.”
"I still hope that most of our time will be just for each other," Draco said, shifting so he was pressed into her bum.
“Of course,” she murmured, enjoying the attentions of her man and the evil glares of other women.
"What would my Lady have me wear?" Draco asked, gathering the bags for Hermione.
“Something dashing. Maybe another suit? In navy?”
"My Lady's wish is my command," Draco said loudly enough for the women to hear.
Loud sighs could be heard from the females in the shop, but he paid no attention to them. Hermione was impressed with Draco's apt knowledge of using a credit card.
"Credit cards aren't so different from charging something to our account," Draco said, after she voiced her thought.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's arm.
“Still, it is a Muggle thing. I never imagined you'd be so at ease here.”
"I don't understand the women though, so you see I would fail without you here. Why were they always sighing and staring at me like I am some delicious treat? Can't they tell that I am taken? No Pureblood witch would be caught publicly making a spectacle of herself like that, much less eyeing a wizard whose heart is clearly smitten."
“Muggle women do think that a man is always willing,” Hermione said sadly.
"Well, wizards are more respectful than that. Don't get me wrong, I've been propositioned before," Draco said. "But no wizard of honor would do that. He disrespects himself and his family by being with another out of wedlock. I would never want to cause hurt like that. I saw how my mother made Father look with her whoring."
He discreetly shrank the bags and put them in his pocket before tucking Hermione's hand onto his arm.
"Where shall we shop for me?" he asked, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
“What about something very tight and clingy? I think a nice T-shirt will make you look delicious.”
“Whatever you wish for. Is there anything you'd have me wear for the wedding?” Draco asked,
"I'd really like you to wear your formal auror's uniform," Hermione said, resting her cheek on his arm. "I just know that you would be so handsome to stand with me in those fancy robes."
"They are RED!" Draco objected quickly.
"Red is pretty."
“And we are having a Muggle ceremony,” Draco added.
“But you look pretty in the robes!” she whined. "Before I knew I was a witch, I dreamed of marrying British officer. I just love the uniform look!" She tugged on his arm in a pleading fashion.
“Where do I have to look?” Draco asked, his eyes never leaving her face.
“I only want to stare at you,” he said dreamily, “and think of what you did to me this morning.”
"Well, if you please me by agreeing and giving your word to wear your fancy auror uniform, then I shall consider a repeat performance for your waking up tomorrow morning."
“Hmm...Potter made all Aurors have uniforms for case of being in Muggle territory. As Co-Head Auror, I also have ceremonial robes for Muggle occassions, which I haven't used so far.”
Hermione squealed and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.
“They look a bit like Krum's Durmstrang Formals, though.”
"You will wear your medals as well?" Hermione asked, drawing his hand up to suck on his knuckle.
“I guess I can if you want me to? For Muggle authorities, I am an official Intelligence Officer.”
Hermione linked her right hand with his and slid her left over to cup his bottom.
"You shall certainly need rewarding, my handsome fiancé."
“If you say so, Love. I do find the formal robes rather flashy. As there's a lot of gold embroidery and rubies in the clasps. The trousers are very tight. When I tried them on, I could not wear any underwear as it showed.”
“Oh, my delicious man. I hope your bit was sufficiently covered?” she asked, giggling lightly.
Hermione giggled. "Underwear is overrated," and she leaned up to conspiratorially whisper in his ear, "and I shall not wear any either."
“No knickers,” he added.
"None at all," Hermione said, squeezing his arse cheek for the benefit of the old woman who was scowling at them.
“Perfect,' he said and entered the menswear department. He wondered why all the trousers on display were in different shades of blue and in gradual states of disrepair-rips and splatters of paint.
"Oh, we are going to buy you fancy clothes," Hermione said, dragging him past those toward where she could see nice sports coats hanging.
“Alright, Love. Just pick what is supposed to be proper style,” he said and let her lead the way.
“I want you to look stylish and rich. I want all the women envy me for my man,” she said as she looked through the racks.
Hermione smiled stopping and moving in front of Draco. She pulled him down for a kiss.
"Who would fail to envy you?" Draco said, raising his eyebrows. "I think I shall have to curse any man who touches you."
"Hello GORGEOUS!" an effeminate voice said, "What can I do for you today?"
"We are here to buy my fiancé some nice dress casual clothing," Hermione said.
Draco moved behind Hermione as he stared at the bizarre creature wearing a pink floral pattern shirt and had a tape measure around his neck.
“Come here, Sugarbun, let me measure you. Can't give you the wrong fit,” the salesman said, eyeing Draco like candy.
Draco snatched Hermione fearfully putting her between him and the salesman.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "There is something wrong with him."
“There's nothing wrong with him. He just likes...men,” Hermione explained.
"Hermione Granger, is that you?" the salesman asked, and his jaw dropped.
"Roger?" Hermione asked, looking at him more closely.
Roger squealed and ran around the rack of clothes snatching her in his arms.
"It's been forever, Cousin!" he said, "You didn't have THOSE last time I saw you!"
“Well, it's been a while,” Hermione said, hugging Roger back. “Meet my fiancé, Draco Malfoy.”
"He and I've met," Roger said, holding out a limp hand for Draco to take.
Draco backed away staring at the hand as if it were a basilisk intent or killing him.
“I don't remember,” Draco said politely.
"Just now, Sugar," Roger said, winking at him. "You scored big, Herms!"
Draco didn't like the man's leer. It seemed like he was undressed with the eyes.
"We're just going to look for a little bit, Roge," Hermione said, and she hugged his waist. "At least you aren't hiding it anymore."
“Why don't I let you and your delicious boy into the private changing room? He should try on the new collection.”
"That would be wonderful!" Hermione said. "Come Draco."
Draco followed her, never leaving her proximity.
Roger rushed in with armfuls of clothes. “I could measure him just to be sure, but I think he's a perfect fit anyways.”
Draco gave Hermione a pleading look.
“Love, why don't you try on this?” Hermione said and offered Draco a beige suit and button down shirt.
"I'll be right back with some more things," Roger said, dashing out the door again.
"I'm afraid of him," Draco said as soon as he was sure Roger couldn't hear. Draco hid behind the changing cubicle curtain and started undressing.
"Don't worry, Love. I shall protect you," Hermione said, sitting in a chair.
"Potter's gay and he doesn't act like that."
Her eyes roamed his muscled body as he rid himself of the formal Armani suit and put on the more relaxed beige ensemble.
"I maintain that there is something wrong with him." Draco said as he pulled his trousers up.
“He just hasn't seen someone as gorgeous as you,” Hermione tried to reason.
“Spot on, Sugar,” Roger said and pulled the curtain back, revealing that Draco still hadn't buttoned up his shirt.
Draco shrank into a corner of the cubicle with a whimper.
“Aw, such a shy one! But look at those abs!” Roger crooned.
Draco tried to pull the shirt closed more tightly.
“Draco, don't be scared. Roger's harmless.”
“He's looking at me like I’m a piece of meat and he is a starving tiger,' Draco whimpered.
"Nothing to worry about, Sugar. I would never hurt Herm's man."
Draco was still uncomfortable. Somehow Potter's casual arse-squeezing was easier to endure then the blatant desire in Roger's eyes.
“I think you should get this suit, Draco. It looks very nice on you,” Hermione said and hugged him.
"You're right," Roger said, smoothing his hands over Draco's shoulders.
“Hermione, Love, can you call him back?” Draco asked, feeling scared.
“Sure, my love,” she said, and she looked at the bracelet Lucius had given to her, “but you have to try on other stuff too.”
Draco obeyed her demand grudgingly, as he didn't want to risk being touched by the man again.
Roger pulled away and stifled a giggle. Such a pity that the blond hunk was straight. He's surely breaking a lot of gay boy hearts, Roger thought and sighed sadly.
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I hope you all enjoyed it. Please drop a review. I am gratifed to know that you believe that the flamers are full of......something...LOL...Very Long Chapter here...and No Lucius...*sweatdrop* Forgive me! Lucius will return with a strength of...flobberworm! YAY!
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Chapter 14 - Pleasantries of Muggle Life
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Hermione gasped as she woke up. She clutched her stomach. Cramps. She felt tears well up in her eyes.
“What's wrong, Love?” Draco asked, his pretty eyes full with concern.
Hermione's eyes rolled into her head as she tucked her knees to her chest.
"Cramps," she managed to rasp out.
“Oh Honey, should I call for a potions?” Draco asked, pulling her close and cradling her against him.
Hermione whimpered and dug her nails into his shirt.
"If you leave me, I'll kill you," Hermione said, gripping Draco as he rubbed her back in gentle circles.
She ripped her nightgown open and pressed herself closer to Draco. She needed close contact with him.
“I won't leave you. An elf can bring you the potion. Would you like that?” he asked, stroking her back slowly.
"I just need you," Hermione said, pressing her nose against his throat and beginning to kiss him lightly.
“I am here for you. Always.”
"I feel better just being close to you," Hermione whispered, snuggling him.
She shifted and pulled his body on top of hers.
“Especially like this. Draco, I want us to marry soon.”
She had been so happy to see their new home. It was so posh and perfect. So Draco. However, it didn't matter that the house had seven bedrooms and countless other amenities, what mattered was that he had bought it way before their engagement.
"Hermione, Love, I was thinking," Draco said, shifting to press his hips closer to hers, "that we should go and look for baby things. I've not set up a baby room."
“I would love that! But we can make the room in neutral colors, so whichever gender our child will be it fits.”
"I had though of doing something with the sky and the sun and moon," Draco said, pressing his lips lightly to her neck, "and maybe a border of clouds or rainbows."
“That's so nice!” She exclaimed and hugged him tightly.
“I've been thinking a lot about how our children would be. I want to be a good father.”
"I will settle for nothing less than a great father," Hermione said, pressing teasing kisses to his chin.
“And of course, they will have a brilliant mother. I hope you'd like more than one child eventually?”
"I want children," Hermione said, squeezing him. "Not as many as the Weasleys but at least one girl and one boy...and preferably two girls. I always imagined having two daughters."
"What if you had many boys?"
“Then it would be still good. Just the house teams would have trouble to choose the best Seeker.”
"I don't know if Malfoys ever have girls," he said. "There has never been one, you see. Not one."
“Maybe things will change!” she smiled and kissed his jaw.
"I hope so," Draco said. "I would love a little girl to protect."
Hermione hugged him tightly. The thought of many pretty children warmed her heart.
"I would scare all naughty little boys away. I know what little boys want," Draco said, rubbing his Hermione's back as she giggled.
“What do naughty little boys want?” she asked with another giggle.
"To tease and be cruel to cute little girls, and all boys become big naughty boys. I know what they want to, and they shan't have it," Draco declared, and he tilted Hermione's chin up to kiss her mouth.
“But I finally have you, Love. I wanted you for so long. If only you knew what I wanted to do to you!”
"If only you knew what I would LOVE for you to do," Hermione said. "I want you inside me. I want you to pin me in this bed and make love to me all night. Then I can ride you for your wake up sex."
Draco gulped. Gods, this was what his dreams were filled with every night. He was used to waking up in soiled sheets, as he couldn't stop the manifestations of his desire.
"I want to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, nuzzling him.
“Shall I owl my lawyer to arrange a Muggle ceremony for us? We could go shopping for a dress for you soon.”
"Is he a Muggle solicitor?"
“It's a Muggleborn solicitor. He works both worlds. He helped me with the purchase of this house, actually.”
"Okay," Hermione said, "I just want to be sure that he can speed up the time. Usually it takes a little over a week to get a marriage license. I don't want to wait that long."
“I am sure he will do all he can, Love. Then we will make love for the first time as a married couple.”
"All. Night. Long." Hermione punctuated carefully as she palmed his cheek.
“Oh yes. I have waited for so long for you. You know, when I as at school I was thinking of secret ways to bind us. I never managed to find a sneaky one.”
“You wanted us to be together, back then? You were always so cold to me!” she said and pouted.
"Well, given how Father told me I was to behave to Muggleborn witches, I thought that it would never happen...and you were always with Potter and Weasley. It wasn't fair. They got to be near you, and I couldn't even share my feelings with you."
“What would've you done if we weren't at war?” she asked, holding him close.
"If Voldemort had been dead from the start," Draco said, "I suppose my first move would have been to send you flowers after determining your favorites."
She kissed his cheek. He was so sweet. The war had done wrong to many people, including Draco. He was really a nice man, once you got to know him.
"And of course, chocolates, books, anything I could perceive you as wanting."
“I wish things had been different for us, Draco. I was so afraid when I got the letter that I would encounter a grown up version of the brat I knew at school.”
Draco leaned in close to her mouth and stared at her. "I'm sorry for everything I said that hurt you."
“It's okay, now. I understand that you were under the pressure of the war. I wish I could make it all better. Actually, I thought you were rather handsome at school.”
“I never wanted to join the Dark side. Heck, even Father didn't want to follow the lunatics orders when it turned out it wasn’t just a political agenda. He abhorred the violence and the warfare.”
"He told me that. I don't know if you know this, but during the final battle, he pleaded on his knees before Voldemort to be allowed to fetch Harry. He just wanted to go out and protect you. He loves you so much," Hermione said, leaning up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "And after getting to know you, I know how helpless he was. It's impossible to really know you and not care for you.”
“Love, I will do everything to let you fall in love with me. I am not perfect, but I crave your love. You are so perfect for me and I feel I need you to be complete.”
“We will be perfect together. Maybe we can go for a walk and look at shops? For baby stuff?” she asked, kissing his lips gently.
"Whatever you want. I've always wanted one of those things that Muggles use on their roads like that M25 one...Do you know what I'm talking about?
“A car? On four wheels, but goes faster than a carriage? I have always wanted one special kind of those,” she said and giggled.
"Yes! A car! Any kind you want, Goddess!"
“The one I like is very expensive, though. but we could get a cheap one, used one...”
“I’m a Malfoy, remember? I am sure the car thing can't be too costly.”
“You are so handsome,” she purred and kissed his neck. “I like the fact that you're so gorgeous more than anything else.”
"Well, at least you don't love me for my money," Draco said, with a chuckle. "If we are going to go shopping, we should get out of bed."
“Yes, but when we are married, I might not let you out of bed. You are so hot. Though you do look good in clothes, too!” she giggled and jumped out of the bed.
"Hermione, there is something important that I want you to know," Draco said seriously as he followed her into the large bathroom.
“What is it, Sexy?” she asked, her hand stilling in mid air with the hairbrush tangled in her locks.
"When we are wed, you can have sex with me whenever you wish," Draco said, smirking as he turned on the sink to brush his teeth.
“Oh you!” she said and swatted his pert bum with the brush. “I was fully intending to do that anyways!”
Draco danced away.
“That's good to know, especially as I need to learn how to please you fully. As you have the not-so-innocent virgin on your hands.”
“You know, you might stop traffic if I let you out on the street without a leash. Muggles are prone to admiring extremely handsome men,” she laughed, watching him put on his Muggle trousers.
"Well, no woman anywhere has a chance of taking me from you."
“Not even a very perfectly gorgeous one?” Hermione asked, glaring at her reflection in the mirror.
“You are the most gorgeous one to me,” Draco said and cupped her large breasts.
Hermione gasped, and she rested back in his arms. "Bathe me, Draco."
“Does it mean you want to see me naked again?” he asked and magically divested his clothes, pressing his naked body against hers.
"Yes," Hermione said, letting Draco hold her up. She looked up at him with soft eyes.
“Then you shall have your bath. I like seeing you naked, too,” he grinned.
The master bathroom was equipped with a tub big enough for four, so it was made for bath time fun.
"Draco, you better be careful," Hermione said as she was steered into the shower.
“I know you are a precious flower,” he murmured, kissing her neck.
"I'm in danger of becoming very used to this," she said, pushing him into the corner of the large shower and dropping to her knees.
“Oh, you should know I will always be like this. I love you, and I adore you.”
Hermione put her hands on his hips. "What can I offer you, Prince of Slytherin?" Hermione grinned as she used the title that had been tossed around by the females of the school.
“Well, Gryffindor Princess, what about you washing my hair?”
Hermione pouted as she rose to her feet.
“Anything you want, Darling,” she said and took a bottle of shampoo from the shower tray.
It was nice to care for such a man. He was so perfect for her. How could she be so silly in school and not see past his act?
Draco moaned happily as Hermione slid her fingers into his hair and began to massage his scalp. His breathing became more rapid as he slid his hands over her hips.
“I love you, Hermione. I really do, and I cherish every moment we are together, as I had never hoped I would have you,” he said and let his hands wander over her sides.
"Given how the Prophet was reporting on my previous engagement and my prior upcoming nuptials," Hermione said, sliding a soft soapy rag around on Draco's chest. "Would you have shown up to object to it?"
“I would have tried to...I don't even know how...but I would have tried. Though I knew you most likely would've hexed me.”
“Maybe...” she said and sighed. “But, now, I can't imagine how I could stand my previous life. You make me feel so special.”
Hermione slid the rag around and began to rub Draco's bottom.
“My sexy man. I can't wait till I can feel you inside me,” she purred.
"I can barely wait to be inside you," Draco said, shifting forward and dropping his cheek to rest on her shoulder.
Hermione smirked as she slid a hand around and began to fondle him.
“And you are killing me, Love,” he growled as her little hand moved over his sensitive bit.
“I like touching your gorgeous bit. And the way it responds to me...”
"Contact the lawyer," Hermione said. She dropped to her knees and began to wash his legs. As soon as the soap was washed away from Draco's cock, Hermione leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him while she washed.
She was mesmerized by how attractive her man was. Ron's bit smelled foul usually and was covered in cock cheese that she didn't want her mouth taste. But Draco's bit was perfect. The large pink head was begging her to suck it.
Draco shifted back to lean against the wall as his hands buried in her hair.
She took more and more of him into her mouth, her hands working slowly on his big balls. She wanted to take in all of him, so that her lips would touch the coarse blond hairs at the base of his cock.
Draco whimpered and thrust a little. What a witch! What a witch! What a succulent witch! He had never dreamt she would enjoy him so much. He had thought there would be a long time to persuade her even to touch his bet, but here she was sucking so eagerly that he was helpless to her command.
Hermione whimpered around him and sucked harder. He was her wizard.
Draco growled as he came in her mouth.
He couldn't describe his feelings now. It was so special to him to have her at his bidding.
"Go owl the solicitor," Hermione said, resoaping the washcloth to bathe.
“Yes, Love,” he said as he stepped closer to her and gave her a hot kiss.
Hermione shoved her tongue into his mouth and smacked his bottom. She enjoyed being with him very much. And the though that she would have his large, throbbing cock inside her soon made her very wet.
Draco slid his hand toward her core slowly.
Hermione smacked his hand.
"Go owl the solicitor!"
“The solicitor also has a so called Belly-tone. You could use it to talk to him. Works instantly, he says,” Draco explained, sneaking his hand back.
She could let him play, then. Phone calls were faster than owls.
"This is an excellent opportunity for you to experience real Muggle culture," Hermione said, smacking his hand again. “And it is called a telephone.”
“But Love, let me repay you the favor. I am sure you want it,” he said and looked at her pleadingly.
"I suppose I should supervise you on your virgin phonecall," Hermione said, allowing his fingers their desire.
“Yes, you should. I want to be a good virgin in everything,” he said and teased her clit.
Hermione sighed resting back. "Draco, I need you."
“I need you, too, Love,” he said and continued to work his magic on her.
She writhed and moaned under his touch. If he was so good with his hands, she could not imagine how good he'd be with using his cock.
"By the week's end, you shall have my virginity," Draco said before sucking on her neck desperately.
“That sounds very good, honey. I want you to be mine,” she purred.
"You will also be mine," Draco said, moving up and leaving a trail of lovebites.
“Yours,” she murmured, enjoying his attentions.
"I love you," Draco whispered, thrusting his fingers into her more quickly.
Hermione gasped arching toward his hand.
He groaned as his fingers explored her tight channel. He wanted to be inside her now.
"I need you, Draco," Hermione rasped out.
“You have me, Love,” he said and kissed her passionately. She fell helpless into his arms.
Draco couldn't help smirking as she gushed around his fingers.
He would make her come every day. She would forget ever wanting Lucius.
"Don't leave me," Hermione whispered as she shoved back against him.
“Never,” he whispered in her ear and hauled her up into his arms. “We should contact the solicitor now, I think.”
"Yes," Hermione said, allowing Draco to gently dry her.
She pulled on the dress she had brought from the Manor as Draco seated himself on the bed and picked up phone from the receiver.
"Hello," Draco spoke at the phone. "Hello?"
"Did you dial the number?" Hermione asked, sitting next to him.
“How do I do that?” he said and stared at the phone.
“Do you have the solicitor’s card?” she asked, smiling at how helpless he looked.
Draco presented her the small rectangle.
“Now you press the buttons emblazoned with numbers in the succession shown on the card,” she instructed.
Draco pressed the numbers carefully.
"Hold it to your ear," Hermione said, cocking her head when she saw the box she had found hovering in her closet when she had hastily packed the previous night.
It was on the floor under the chair at the vanity.
“Kinkerton Solicitors head office. How may I help you?” a cheery, sing-song voice said and Draco was taken aback for a second.
"Just speak back in a normal volume and tone to state your business," Hermione said, getting up and walking over to get the box.
“Hello. I'm Draco Malfoy, and I would like to speak to Mr. Ted Kinkerton,” he said bravely.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy. Yes, I'll connect you immediately sir," the female voice simpered. The woman on the phone giggled.
Draco brushed it off a Muggle tradition.
“Mr. Malfoy, how may I help you today?” Kinkerton answered happily. Malfoy was one of his richest and best clients. Easy to deal with and paid the best commissions in England.
"I want to file for a Muggle marriage license, and I want it ready in three days," Draco said firmly.
"Muggle marriage license?" Ted responded.
"Yes," Draco said firmly.
"But Sir, the law," Ted tried to explain.
"Make it happen!" Draco barked. "My fiancée demands it!"
'I will see what I can do. Can I alter the paperwork saying that you are residing in Kensington, to present the Muggle Authrorities? Also, I shall obtain paperwork from the Ministry about your fiancée. Anything else you require, sir?”
"I require nothing else. Make it happen. You have forty-eight hours," Draco said.
Hermione squealed and threw her arms around his neck while he was still connected with the lawyer.
"Congratulations Sir. It will happen."
“Thank you, Kinkerton. Let me know when you're done.” Draco dropped the receiver and looked at her wide eyed.
Hermione snuggled him tightly holding the box she had brought.
“What's that?” Draco asked, looking at the box.
“I found it in my closet. Did you leave it there?”
"No," Draco said, reaching out to take the box.
"It was for me," Hermione said, pulling away. She frowned at him.
“Let me examine it. It might have something bad on it,” he said and flicked his wand in trained motions.
Hermione handed it to him.
Draco frowned as he looked over the bracelet. It was expensive.
Hermione bounced nervously.
Turning over, he saw an inscription in French. He frowned when he read the words.
"I want it," Hermione said, holding her arm out for it.
Draco's eyes widened as he ran a not-so-routine spell on the bracelet.
"It has powerful protective enchantments on it, but no tracking spell," Draco said, setting the box on the bed. He pointed his wand at it.
Hermione snatched it up.
"It's so pretty," Hermione said. "What does the inscription mean? I don't know French." Hermione quickly fastened the bracelet around her wrist.
“It doesn’t mean much,” Draco said dismissively.
"Tell me, please," Hermione pleaded as she stared at how the light reflected off the opals sending rainbows of color everywhere.
“Fine,” Draco said and stared out of the window. Why did his father have to interfere here?
Hermione moved to him. "Don't be sad."
She slid her hands around on his stomach.
"We'll be married soon, Draco."
“The bracelet is from my father,” he said with a deep sigh.
"He said he was going to get me jewelry for the wedding," Hermione said, kissing between Draco's shoulders before playing with his hair.
Maybe she had been too harsh on Lucius.
“It's not for the wedding,” Draco admitted. “It's personal.”
Hermione cocked her head.
"How do you mean?"
“It's from him in a personal way, expressing his... admiration for you. I am very jealous about it.”
"Why are you jealous? You are the one who has me," Hermione said. "We're here. We're going to be married soon. And I'll be doing naughty things to you soon."
“I want you to be doing naughty things to me only. I want to be your only man,” Draco said and looked away. He knew he was being selfish.
"I'm here with you because I want to just be with you," Hermione said. "I care about you."
'”And not about my father? You don't want to do naughty things to him?”
"I don't know. I don't feel myself when I am around the two of you or when I'm in that house. I don't want to do with him," Hermione said, and she turned Draco in her arms to cup his face. "But I know I don't want to purposely hurt you if I can avoid it."
“We can stay where we want, Love. Here or somewhere else. I want you to be mine,” he murmured.
"And I will be in two days," Hermione whispered before she kissed his nose. "As long as your solicitor is good."
“Oh, he will work his arse off for good money,” Draco said and smiled widely.
“Shall we go shopping then?” Hermione asked cheerily. She felt much better here than at the manor.
"Whatever you want."
"My confusion is so much better here, Love," Hermione said, clinging to his arm as they walked up the street.
“Goodness, look!” she said pointing right.
Draco looked in the direction she pointed and saw a low slung yellow car inside a room. Why would Muggles do that?
"What about it?" Draco said, raising her hand and kissing it. How he wanted to rip that bracelet off and destroy it.
“It's a Lamborghini, Draco! It's the dealership! Oh please, can we go and have a look?”
"Of course," Draco said, frowning at the bracelet as Hermione tugged on his arm.
Hermione squealed in delight and rushed towards the salon.
Draco followed after her slowly keeping his eyes on her every move. The bracelet hadn't showed signs of being a portkey, but his father was very clever. His Hermione wouldn't be taken from him.
For all it's worth, Draco cast an anti-portkey charm on her.
Hermione giggled as she raced around the beautiful yellow car.
A clerk measured up the two people entering the salon and gave them a bright smile.
Hermione opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.
"Draco, join me," Hermione pouted.
Reluctantly he took a seat in the smooth black leather seat.
“This is an exclusive car,” the clerk explained. “In this edition, only 100 were ever made.”
"I love this car, Draco," Hermione said staring at him with bright eyes.
"I love you," Draco said, and he couldn't stop staring at the bracelet. “We'll take it.”
He pulled out the little plastic card and handed it to the clerk.
A platinum Master Card. The clerk had seen many of those. He nodded and left to call the bank to check if the buyer had enough funds for a lease. No one ever bought a car like that right away.
As soon as the clerk vanished, Hermione climbed over into Draco's lap.
"You're too good to me!" she said, and she pressed her lips gently to his.
“You like the car, and you want it. I simply get you what you need.”
The clerk coughed to get their attention.
“Sir, would you like to see our lawyers to sign the lease?”
Hermione paid no attention to the clerk and continued to nuzzle Draco.
“I'm not leasing it, I'm buying it right away. It's not something I'd need financial services for.” Draco had seen the price tag of the car. It was just four-hundred thousand in Muggle money. Peanuts to him.
"Are you willing to pay for it in cash immediately?" The clerk asked, "It will take 50 thousand off the cost by doing that."
“Charge it to my card. I expect the car to be ready for use today.” Draco drawled, as if he knew what he meant. “Call my lawyer,” he handed the clerk Kinkerton's card, “and make sure the car is registered in my fiancée's name.”
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."
“We can make it ready by 6pm, sir,” the clerk said enthusiastically.
Hermione giggled, and pressed her face close to Draco. The clerk ran off.
“You are impossible,” she said and kissed his lips.
“Why? They'll be taking ages with the car,” he said and scowled.
"I like it when you make people squirm," Hermione giggled.
“Did I?” Draco asked innocently.
“Love you,” Hermione murmured. Hermione played with the collar of the suit he was wearing.
Draco gasped and squeezed her more tightly.
"Would you like to go and look at baby things?" Draco said, petting her hair.
“Yes, but first I need wedding night lingerie,” she said and put some errant strands of his hair back.
“Lingerie sounds great, Love,” Draco said and got up from the car. They went to the clerk to finalize the sale and get Draco's card back, and after a few minutes they found themselves in Harrods.
"You will pick out whatever you want me to wear," Hermione declared, snuggling Draco's arm. "And only you will see me in it."
“”That's a good deal, Love,” he said and steered her into a shop which displayed lingerie.
Hermione lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it lightly before sucking lightly on his index finger.
“Now, let me pick delightful things for you,” he said and guided her to the rack with basques.
Hermione turned around and covered her eyes. "I want it to be a surprise."
Draco liked surprising her.
Hermione had a big smile on her face, and opened her fingers a little.
“Pick something hot,” she giggled.
"Don't peak!" Draco said before teasingly pulling her close and kissing her hands lightly.
"But Draco," Hermione said, closing her fingers.
"You won't spoil your surprise. Just tell me what size I need to pick,” he murmured.
Hermione giggled and told him the size. A couple of women walked by Draco, and he heard giggles. He spun and watched them. They giggled harder.
He gave the picked garment to the clerk and told her to pack it separately.
“Now you may look,” Draco said to Hermione, ignoring the other women. “Choose anything you fancy.”
Hermione, hearing the giggles, took her hands from her eyes and wrapped her arms around Draco when she saw the other women gazing starry eyed at Draco. She growled before seizing his face and pulling him down. She shoved her lips against his and proceeded to shove her tongue in his mouth before cupping his bottom. Draco whimpered into her kiss and jerked her close to him.
“Mine,” she growled.
"All yours," Draco agreed in a voice loud enough to be heard by the other women who were ogling him.
“Exactly,” she said happily and dragged him to another rack, asking him to pick out bras for her.
Draco laughed and picked out some in dark green. He picked out some in black and pink as well.
“You have good taste,” she encouraged him.
Draco grinned and offered her matching thongs or g-strings.
“Which ones do you like best?” she asked innocently.
“I prefer you naked,” he whispered in her ear, “but if I have to pick one, I'd say g-string.”
Hermione smiled. "Whatever you want to see me in is fine with me."
He grinned widely. They hauled their vast selections to the counter and Draco happily paid for all of it.
“I can't wait to choose clothes for you,” she murmured and wrapped a possessive arm around his waist.
She smirked at a pouting female who had been eyeing Draco like he was free candy. She slid her hands down cupped his bottom for the other females benefit.
“Mine,” she told him. “They can look, but only I can touch.”
"Touch anything you want," Draco said shoving an erection against her stomach.
“You are a dirty boy, Draco,” she purred. “You know that these trousers won't hide your state well.”
“It's your fault. You groped me and told me several times that I am yours. How can I not salute to that?”
"Well, you following me around completely hard is hot," Hermione said, taking hold of his belt to pull him to the counter to pay. "We are going to go looking for special things for you, now."
“Do I really need clothes?” he whispered in her ear huskily.
“Yes, for the moments when we are in public,” she said and smiled wickedly.
"Why would we want to be in public?" Draco asked, gripping her hips and staring at her bottom as she bounced. "We are soon to be newlyweds. We want private time."
“We'll need to be in public for the wedding. Also, I want to test my new car.”
"I still hope that most of our time will be just for each other," Draco said, shifting so he was pressed into her bum.
“Of course,” she murmured, enjoying the attentions of her man and the evil glares of other women.
"What would my Lady have me wear?" Draco asked, gathering the bags for Hermione.
“Something dashing. Maybe another suit? In navy?”
"My Lady's wish is my command," Draco said loudly enough for the women to hear.
Loud sighs could be heard from the females in the shop, but he paid no attention to them. Hermione was impressed with Draco's apt knowledge of using a credit card.
"Credit cards aren't so different from charging something to our account," Draco said, after she voiced her thought.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's arm.
“Still, it is a Muggle thing. I never imagined you'd be so at ease here.”
"I don't understand the women though, so you see I would fail without you here. Why were they always sighing and staring at me like I am some delicious treat? Can't they tell that I am taken? No Pureblood witch would be caught publicly making a spectacle of herself like that, much less eyeing a wizard whose heart is clearly smitten."
“Muggle women do think that a man is always willing,” Hermione said sadly.
"Well, wizards are more respectful than that. Don't get me wrong, I've been propositioned before," Draco said. "But no wizard of honor would do that. He disrespects himself and his family by being with another out of wedlock. I would never want to cause hurt like that. I saw how my mother made Father look with her whoring."
He discreetly shrank the bags and put them in his pocket before tucking Hermione's hand onto his arm.
"Where shall we shop for me?" he asked, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
“What about something very tight and clingy? I think a nice T-shirt will make you look delicious.”
“Whatever you wish for. Is there anything you'd have me wear for the wedding?” Draco asked,
"I'd really like you to wear your formal auror's uniform," Hermione said, resting her cheek on his arm. "I just know that you would be so handsome to stand with me in those fancy robes."
"They are RED!" Draco objected quickly.
"Red is pretty."
“And we are having a Muggle ceremony,” Draco added.
“But you look pretty in the robes!” she whined. "Before I knew I was a witch, I dreamed of marrying British officer. I just love the uniform look!" She tugged on his arm in a pleading fashion.
“Where do I have to look?” Draco asked, his eyes never leaving her face.
“I only want to stare at you,” he said dreamily, “and think of what you did to me this morning.”
"Well, if you please me by agreeing and giving your word to wear your fancy auror uniform, then I shall consider a repeat performance for your waking up tomorrow morning."
“Hmm...Potter made all Aurors have uniforms for case of being in Muggle territory. As Co-Head Auror, I also have ceremonial robes for Muggle occassions, which I haven't used so far.”
Hermione squealed and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.
“They look a bit like Krum's Durmstrang Formals, though.”
"You will wear your medals as well?" Hermione asked, drawing his hand up to suck on his knuckle.
“I guess I can if you want me to? For Muggle authorities, I am an official Intelligence Officer.”
Hermione linked her right hand with his and slid her left over to cup his bottom.
"You shall certainly need rewarding, my handsome fiancé."
“If you say so, Love. I do find the formal robes rather flashy. As there's a lot of gold embroidery and rubies in the clasps. The trousers are very tight. When I tried them on, I could not wear any underwear as it showed.”
“Oh, my delicious man. I hope your bit was sufficiently covered?” she asked, giggling lightly.
Hermione giggled. "Underwear is overrated," and she leaned up to conspiratorially whisper in his ear, "and I shall not wear any either."
“No knickers,” he added.
"None at all," Hermione said, squeezing his arse cheek for the benefit of the old woman who was scowling at them.
“Perfect,' he said and entered the menswear department. He wondered why all the trousers on display were in different shades of blue and in gradual states of disrepair-rips and splatters of paint.
"Oh, we are going to buy you fancy clothes," Hermione said, dragging him past those toward where she could see nice sports coats hanging.
“Alright, Love. Just pick what is supposed to be proper style,” he said and let her lead the way.
“I want you to look stylish and rich. I want all the women envy me for my man,” she said as she looked through the racks.
Hermione smiled stopping and moving in front of Draco. She pulled him down for a kiss.
"Who would fail to envy you?" Draco said, raising his eyebrows. "I think I shall have to curse any man who touches you."
"Hello GORGEOUS!" an effeminate voice said, "What can I do for you today?"
"We are here to buy my fiancé some nice dress casual clothing," Hermione said.
Draco moved behind Hermione as he stared at the bizarre creature wearing a pink floral pattern shirt and had a tape measure around his neck.
“Come here, Sugarbun, let me measure you. Can't give you the wrong fit,” the salesman said, eyeing Draco like candy.
Draco snatched Hermione fearfully putting her between him and the salesman.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "There is something wrong with him."
“There's nothing wrong with him. He just likes...men,” Hermione explained.
"Hermione Granger, is that you?" the salesman asked, and his jaw dropped.
"Roger?" Hermione asked, looking at him more closely.
Roger squealed and ran around the rack of clothes snatching her in his arms.
"It's been forever, Cousin!" he said, "You didn't have THOSE last time I saw you!"
“Well, it's been a while,” Hermione said, hugging Roger back. “Meet my fiancé, Draco Malfoy.”
"He and I've met," Roger said, holding out a limp hand for Draco to take.
Draco backed away staring at the hand as if it were a basilisk intent or killing him.
“I don't remember,” Draco said politely.
"Just now, Sugar," Roger said, winking at him. "You scored big, Herms!"
Draco didn't like the man's leer. It seemed like he was undressed with the eyes.
"We're just going to look for a little bit, Roge," Hermione said, and she hugged his waist. "At least you aren't hiding it anymore."
“Why don't I let you and your delicious boy into the private changing room? He should try on the new collection.”
"That would be wonderful!" Hermione said. "Come Draco."
Draco followed her, never leaving her proximity.
Roger rushed in with armfuls of clothes. “I could measure him just to be sure, but I think he's a perfect fit anyways.”
Draco gave Hermione a pleading look.
“Love, why don't you try on this?” Hermione said and offered Draco a beige suit and button down shirt.
"I'll be right back with some more things," Roger said, dashing out the door again.
"I'm afraid of him," Draco said as soon as he was sure Roger couldn't hear. Draco hid behind the changing cubicle curtain and started undressing.
"Don't worry, Love. I shall protect you," Hermione said, sitting in a chair.
"Potter's gay and he doesn't act like that."
Her eyes roamed his muscled body as he rid himself of the formal Armani suit and put on the more relaxed beige ensemble.
"I maintain that there is something wrong with him." Draco said as he pulled his trousers up.
“He just hasn't seen someone as gorgeous as you,” Hermione tried to reason.
“Spot on, Sugar,” Roger said and pulled the curtain back, revealing that Draco still hadn't buttoned up his shirt.
Draco shrank into a corner of the cubicle with a whimper.
“Aw, such a shy one! But look at those abs!” Roger crooned.
Draco tried to pull the shirt closed more tightly.
“Draco, don't be scared. Roger's harmless.”
“He's looking at me like I’m a piece of meat and he is a starving tiger,' Draco whimpered.
"Nothing to worry about, Sugar. I would never hurt Herm's man."
Draco was still uncomfortable. Somehow Potter's casual arse-squeezing was easier to endure then the blatant desire in Roger's eyes.
“I think you should get this suit, Draco. It looks very nice on you,” Hermione said and hugged him.
"You're right," Roger said, smoothing his hands over Draco's shoulders.
“Hermione, Love, can you call him back?” Draco asked, feeling scared.
“Sure, my love,” she said, and she looked at the bracelet Lucius had given to her, “but you have to try on other stuff too.”
Draco obeyed her demand grudgingly, as he didn't want to risk being touched by the man again.
Roger pulled away and stifled a giggle. Such a pity that the blond hunk was straight. He's surely breaking a lot of gay boy hearts, Roger thought and sighed sadly.
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I hope you all enjoyed it. Please drop a review. I am gratifed to know that you believe that the flamers are full of......something...LOL...Very Long Chapter here...and No Lucius...*sweatdrop* Forgive me! Lucius will return with a strength of...flobberworm! YAY!
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