Ritual Seduction

Chapter Fourteen: A Beautiful Beginning

The sun was just beginning to shine over the distant forest and the birds welcoming the day with their songs, but these peaceful things are not what brought Hermione and Draco out of their contented slumber.

Rather it was a mad redhead banging on the front door demanded the bride-to-be to get her “curly headed arse up” because they had important things to do.

Hermione groaned and attempted to crawl into Draco’s side.

“Your manic maid-of-honor is demanding you presence my darling.”

“Cant we just get married in bed?” she asked stretching her well-used muscles.

“As lovely as that sounds I have no desire to be murdered in my bed, now up you go, I have plotting to do.” He gave her pert bum a swat for good measure as he swung his long legs out from beneath the covers, swooped down for a kiss and headed off to the bathroom.

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By late afternoon Hermione was sitting in her old room at the château, dressed in her gown, hair and makeup complete as he mother fitted a long piece of lace to her hair with a lily shaped comb.

The dress had an empire waist and ended at the top of her feet. The bodice and capped sleeves were Italian lace, the rest of the dress a beautiful white silk. Simple yet elegant.

She had small pearl earrings from her mother and a matching necklace that was her grandmothers.

An ocean blue ribbon held together her bouquet of white lilies, and ah half pence was dutiful stuck to the inside of her slipper by Molly. By all accounts she was ready.

Ginny and Freya, dressed to match in ocean blue, smiled at her in the mirror.

“Let’s go get you a husband!” Ginny announced making the women in the room laugh.

The women left the room and made their way down the grand stair that had been wrapped in garlands for the occasion. Among the sea of red headed wizards, the blond Malfoys and one black haired wizard, Hermione saw the smiling face of her father who offered her his arm.

They pair lead the procession down to the docks where Draco was waiting on the deck of the Epona.

The small party of people preceded the bride up the gangplank and formed a semi-circle around Draco, Severus and Captain le Clerc.

Soft music filled the air as Hermione and her father boarded the Schooner and walked up the bow to her waiting mate, who looked dashing in his grey suit and wind tossed hair.

Robert kissed his daughter on the cheek and shook Draco’s hand before joining his wife in the circle.

Draco smiled at his bride, she looked utterly stunning, and he was never more grateful that this intelligent, loyal, passionate and beautiful witch was his mate.

The pair turned to face the Captain who opened the ceremony.

“Friends and family, we have gathered here today to support and celebrate the union of these two in the name of love.”

“Do you, Hermione, take Draco to be your husband, to be his constant friend, his partner in life, and his true love? To love him without reservation, honor and respect him, protect him from harm, comfort him in times of distress, and to grow with him in mind and spirit?”

“With all my heart I take Draco as my husband.” She responded with a smile to rival the beauty of the dawn. She slipped the platinum band on his finger and kissed it to seal her promise.

“Do you, Draco, take Hermione to be your wife, to be her constant friend, her partner in life, and her true love? To love her without reservation, honor and respect her, protect her from harm, comfort her in times of distress, and to grow with her in mind and spirit?” asked Captain le Clerc.

“With all my soul I take Hermione as my wife.” The pure adoration in his eyes and voice made Hermione’s heart clench as he kissed the rings he had placed on her finger.

Captain le Clerc continued, “Above you are the stars-
Below you are the stones
- As time does pass, remember- Like a star should your love be constant
-Like a stone should your love be firm-
Be close, but not too close
-Possess one another, yet be understanding
-Have patience with each other
-Be free and giving of affection and warmth
- Have no fear and let not the ways or words of the unenlightened give you unease. 
For your love shall always prove the stronger- Bless you both in this Union, so mote it be.”

“So mote it be.” Came the voices of guests as the clapped and cheered for the newlyweds.

Draco bent Hermione over his arm and kissed her in a way to erase all doubt, had there been any, of his love for her.

When he brought them back up and released her lips he smiled and turned to the Captain.

“I believe it is time to set sail sir.”

“Aye aye! You heard the groom boys, get those sails up.”

The crew, all wearing lily boutonnières began the task of getting the schooner ready to sail.

The reception was beautiful and intimate with everyone on the Epona, eating, drinking, laughing and of course dancing; the love of a new and large family encompassing all aboard.

Lucius took his new daughter-in-law to the dance floor.

“I have not apologized for my earlier action, I am sorry, I just feared for the life of my son.”

“I know, and I have long since forgiven you, no harm was done,” She answered sincerely as he twirled her around the floor.

Hermione smiled as she noticed Severus and Freya dancing close together at the edge of the dance floor.

Soon the sun began to set and the stars began to twinkle above their heads. So much excitement- and drink- had the guest slowing waning off and they were all welcome to spend the night at the chateau. As the boat made port and the family left to make their ways back to house, Draco brought his new wife below deck.

Hermione gasped at the beautiful wedding bed Draco had created for them. All her bedroom furniture was now on the ship. The bed was turned down and candles lit on ever surface, the fresh sent of the sea mingled with sweet scent of the flowers that were spread all around the room.

“Mo anam, this is beautiful.”

“I just wanted you to have some comforts of home while we sail.”

“Sail?”

“Oh yes I plan to take you to Greece, Italy, Spain, Morocco and anywhere else you care to go. It is our honeymoon and I want it to be unforgettable,” Draco smiled at her shocked expression.

“And what do you have plan for our wedding night husband?” Hermione asked with sultry smile on her lips.

“I plan to make love to you mo croí, slowly and fully, as a husband should take his bride,” he whispered in her ear, gently nipping at the tender flesh of her neck.

Draco took his time to unbutton the long row of little pearls down her back, kissing her neck as he went. With all the buttons open, he carefully pulled the dress away from her body and laid the gown on a nearby chair.

He could feel the heat course through his body at the sight of his mate in a white silk corset and tiny lace knickers.

He reach up and removed the comb that held up her lace and place the bridal articles safely on the bureau.

“You are utterly stunning my darling,” he spoke reverently as he let her hair fall down her back.

“You are quite handsome yourself,” she said loving the feel of his hands roaming up and down her arms.

He smiled and turned her around. He raised his hands and began to release all the little hooks blocking his view of his beautiful wife.

When Draco final peeled the garment away he gulped back the urge to simply throw her to the bed ad ravage her.

Instead he trailed his long fingers down her neck, over her collarbones and cupped her soft breast in his hands. Draco leaned down to kiss each pebbled tip and continued down her torso, eventually kneeling before her. He kissed and nuzzled her soft stomach while hooking his fingers into her tiny knickers and dragging them down her long legs.

The sweet scent of her arousal hit him and he rose taking her lips again, leading her back toward their soft bed.

They stopped at the edge of the mattress and Hermione took her time sampling her husband’s skin as she un-tucked and unbuttoned his dress shirt. It was tossed to the side and was soon followed by his slacks.

“Such a handsome wizard,” Hermione praised as she ran her small hands up his thighs and up over his hipbones. “Will you take your Gancanagh form?” she asked.

Draco smiled and his body began to transform.

“Ah my beautiful mate,” she smiled up at him before lying back on the bed.

She scooted back to lay her head on the pillows, offering her hand up in welcome. Draco lay beside her, taking her wrist and kissing the small line of ancient markings.

Her hand cupped his cheek, bring his lips down to hers, their mouth molding together perfectly. Hermione sucked Draco’s lower lip between her teeth before letting his questing tongue into her mouth.

Draco’s fingers busied themselves with teasing her breasts and slipping down to find her wet hot core.

Hermione moaned and pulled her husband closer, loving the feel of his muscle bunching together as she stroked his strong back.

“Draco…” she groaned out as his fingers slipped inside her.

“I love you so much,” he whispered back, curling his fingers to stroke the spot he knew would bring her pleasure.

Hermione felt her first orgasm crash over her, making her toes curl and eyes flutter.

“You are beautiful,” Draco whispered in her ear as he settled on top of her, their bodies flush together.

Hermione hooked her heels under his firm arse and drew him in close, feeling the hard blunt tip of his erection sliding through her soaked flesh.

“Please mo anam, I need you.”

“Yessss,” he purred as his body sunk to the hilt into hers.

His thrust where slow and deep. He lifted her knee up, hooking it over his elbow to get even deeper, bringing them both closer to climax. His lips moved from her breasts up to her pink lips and back, as her hand caressed his bronze-marked skin.

Soon Hermione was lifting her hips with more force, wanting Draco to go harder and faster.

Draco took the hint and soon Hermione found both of her legs bent over her husbands legs and his large body surging over her own.

He body began to tighten and she felt the pleasure build and explode. Draco followed her, growling as her body clasped him so tight he did not know if he would ever be able to leave her.

He gently let his weight rest on his wife, their sweat damp skin clinging together as they came down from bliss.

Hermione ran her hands through Draco’s blond hair, holding him close. She was married, happier than she ever thought possible and utterly in love with the man in her arms.

They both fell into a peaceful slumber, rocked to sleep by the smooth movement of the sea.

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A/N All is said and they are wed! But have no fear it is not quite the end of this little tale!

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