The Family Jewels

Chapter 16
A girl’s best friend

Harry wasted little time after breakfast getting his best friend alone to ask him about his night. “So, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me everything.”

Ron kept his voice down on the walk to Care of Magical Creatures, “Only if you promise that you will never breathe a word of your night last night, mate.”

Harry promised quickly, but he was rather offended at the look in Ron’s eyes, “Do you want a Wizard’s Oath? I said I love her, I’m not saying a word about Gin to anyone.”

Ron’s eyes lit up at his offer, then he shrugged, “Last night might have been the best night of my life. Potion or no potion, I have never felt like that when I was with anyone. I don’t know how many times I made Pansy come last night. She was begging me to keep going. What was in the potion she drank, do you know?”

Harry had questioned Hermione quite closely about that very subject, but she had been very clear. “It was a contraceptive potion mixed with something Blaise called Sex on the Beach. No lust potion for the girls.”

Ron’s face got red at the mention of a contraceptive, “I’m glad someone was thinking last night, you might have realized that we don’t have a problem with infertility in my family.”

“It has crossed my mind, thanks very much, not to mention six older brothers who are all bigger than I am,” Harry said.

“Oh, I don’t know, Harry, you could probably take Percy, but the rest of us would kick the shite out of you. And then there’s Mum.” Ron smiled rather wickedly, “It would be nice for her to yell at you for a change.” His expression sobered a bit, “You mean Pansy didn’t take a lust potion, that was all…me?”

“Apparently so. What are you going to do now?” Harry asked.

“I’m not sure. Do you think Pansy would go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?” Ron asked quietly.

“If you like her, ask her. I’ll bet Hermione’s going with Zabini. Apparently Slytherins are the thing to do.” Harry smiled as Ron gave him a push.

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Draco sat in the library with several large books, painstakingly translating the diary that came with the jewels from Medieval French into modern French. He read the language perfectly, and it felt a little safer than if it was translated into English so that anyone could read it. Blaise could probably read it pretty easily too, French and Italian were both Romance languages. Draco was so caught up in the diary that he didn’t notice someone approaching until a hand swept into the hair on the nape of his neck, and a tongue licked along the collar of his shirt. He put his arms up over his head to hold Hermione to him, because he would have known her scent anywhere.

“Hello, love, how was your day?” Draco asked her.

“I missed you at lunch. Got worried after this morning,” Hermione hesitated to bring it up, but she knew it was still simmering, just below the surface.

“I had one of the house-elves bring a sandwich to our common room. Couldn’t face Pansy mooning over that red haired excuse for a Pureblood in your house.”

“Does she really like him?” Hermione’s mind was going a mile a minute. ‘If Ron was dating Pansy, maybe they would all relax about the Slytherin/Gryffindor business,’ she thought. ‘But what about the fact that you’re with Draco, too, not just Blaise. Oh, yeah, right.’

“Apparently, she does like him. I was going to hex her if I heard one more description of his cock and what he did with it,” Draco shuddered in disgust. “She thinks he’s fun, I suppose.”

“He is fun,” Hermione defended.

“You don’t have to convince me, Hermione, I don’t want to shag him.”

“That’s a very good thing, because you shouldn’t be thinking about shagging anyone else,” Hermione’s arms settled around his chest and she hugged him to her. He laid his head into the hollow of her shoulder and leaned back into her. “Maybe we should be leaving,” Draco said, looking around quickly.

“Not so fast, how is it going?” she said, looking at the pages of translation in front of her.

“Can you read French?” he asked a little superiorly.

“Of course I can read it. My accent is terrible though, so I prefer not to speak it. Plus, everyone always talks so bloody fast. Why do they do that? I could keep up if they just went a little slower and actually said all the words instead of leaving half of them off,” clearly Hermione was warming to her topic, so Draco put up a hand to silence her.

“Maybe I’ll teach you,” he said with a wicked look in his eye. “If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll teach you everything in this diary.”

Her eyes widened at that, “What have you translated so far?”

“I think I should visit Uncle Sev and retrieve one of the pieces, just to make sure my translation is accurate, of course,” Draco wagged his eyebrows at her, and Hermione had to laugh.

“I’ll be in our common room. Waiting,” Hermione said over her shoulder as she walked out.

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Draco walked into the Potions classroom just before the bell and stood against the back wall, watching in amusement as a class of frightened 2nd Year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws packed up their things and scurried away as fast as they could. Snape saw him, but waited for the classroom to empty before he spoke. “I find that I am perfectly capable of scaring 2nd Years, I don’t require the help of the Slytherin Head Boy.”

“Oh but sir, I do require the help of the Potions Master,” Draco was as capable of being charming as he was at being snarky.

Snape raised a dark eyebrow, “What can I help you with Draco? I thought it was part of the Malfoy creed to never ask for help from others.”

“It still is, believe me,” Draco smirked, “It’s not precisely help that I require, more like cooperation.”

“Go on,” Snape said, rather wearily.

“I would like to have some of the pieces from Grandfather’s chest. I have been working on translating the diary, and I need to know if I am on the right track. The diary is very old, some of it is hard to read, and the handwriting tends to be rather erratic,” Draco hoped that he had made his case without making it too obvious that he wanted the pieces to help shag the Head Girl silly.

“The chest does belong to you, of course. I presume that this is merely an academic exercise, then? Your father’s letter stressed the danger of placing any of the pieces on another person,” Snape was trying to look into Draco’s eyes, so he could peek into his mind. Draco looked right into Snape’s eyes, blessing his father, for once, for the Occlumency lessons.

“Of course, Professor. Perhaps you should keep the necklace for now. Surely it is the most valuable.”

“Yes, I am sure it is the most valuable,” Snape said, leading Draco to the box in his private quarters. ‘And the least amount of fun,’ he added on silently.

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Draco stood in front of the portrait guarding the Head Dorm, watching silently as a dark haired knight from another painting kissed Julia’s hand. He snorted in scorn as he said, “Checkmate,” loudly to startle them.

“Good afternoon, Viscount Malfoy.” Julia was not embarrassed in the least and swung open with a smile.

Draco walked into the common room to find it deserted. He walked up the stairs to his room, when he noticed that Hermione’s door was ajar. He slowly pushed it open to find her sitting on the floor, making notes on a piece of parchment. Her knees were spread to hold the book she was using as a makeshift writing surface steady. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that young ladies should not sit like that?” he asked her.

She looked up at him and spread her legs even wider, “I must have missed that lesson. Do you think it might give boys the wrong impression about me?”

Draco toed off his shoes and pulled his jumper over his head. “No, I think I’m reading the signals just fine.” He pulled his tie lose and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Mister Malfoy, what is the meaning of this? The Head Boy disrobing in the Head Girl’s bedroom? I never!” Hermione did her best McGonagall impression.

“Never, huh? What about last night? And the night before that? Just a figment of my fertile imagination?” Draco had his shirt off now and was working on his belt.

“That depends. Just how fertile is your imagination?” Hermione gave him her best smirk.

He held up one of the black velvet bags that she recognized from the chest in one hand, and the transcribed diary pages in the other. “My imagination knows no bounds, love, but today we are taking a jaunt through the imagination of Pierre David Malfoy, the 2nd Lord Malfoy, because I’m sure he would want me to enjoy what his clever mind has wrought with a beautiful girl.”

Hermione went to take the velvet bag from Draco, but he easily held it above her upstretched arms. “Not yet, ma petite, I have plans to do this right.”

Draco kissed her lips quite passionately, he had been imaging it for at least the last hour, transcribing the diary and then finding the correct pouch in the chest. All he wanted to do was get to her! Hermione met his kiss with equal emotion. He backed her up to the bed, holding the back of her head as she lay down on the duvet. He followed right over her, waving his wand once “Evanesco”, and they were naked.

“You seem a trifle impatient, Viscount Malfoy,” Hermione smiled, because it was really quite endearing. It felt good that he wanted her so much. Draco kissed his way down her throat to her ear while his fingers began gently pinching her nipples. He stopped for a moment and drew back from her, looking down at her nipples, then saying cryptically, “Not ready yet.”

Draco’s head dipped lower and he began to pull and suck on her tender buds harder. Hermione was arching up off the bed and he hadn’t even really begun to touch her yet. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She gave it a little tug to get his attention. “Why am I not ready yet?” She brought the tip of his cock to her wet slit, rubbing her clit and her entrance with it.

“Because I haven’t heard you beg yet,” was Draco’s reply, grabbing her hands, then binding them over her head with a mumbled charm. “You seem to like me in this position,” Hermione said, rolling her shoulders.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me, to see you laid out like that? You have very beautiful breasts, Hermione. I want to kiss them and lick them for hours.” Draco matched word with deed, much to Hermione’s pleasure.

When her nipples were stiffened into hard little peaks, he opened the first pouch. He pulled out a very fine gold chain. Hermione opened her eyes to examine it, and it seemed that the chain had three ends. Two of the strands ended in clasps that were studded with small diamonds. The third seemed to be smaller and was made of two gold discs. The three chains were twisted together in the middle with a clasp that appeared to be the Malfoy crest. Draco gave each nipple a lick before attaching one of the larger clamps to it. Hermione hissed as the clamps tightened on her nipples not to the point of pain, but to a certain numbness. Draco began kissing and licking one of them again as he untangled the last chain that stretched the last clamp toward her center.

Draco moved down on the bed and sucked her clit right into his mouth, licking it insistently to make it stand up. As he moved the third clamp closer to her clit, the jaws opened by magic, and almost jumped from Draco’s fingers onto Hermione’s clit. When the little clamp tightened slightly she began to moan, and he moved up to kiss her mouth and slide a finger into her slit. He gently explored with the finger, and when he hit her sweet spot she moaned into his mouth. He held through the most intense orgasm he had seen her have. “Off,” she begged, as he released the clamp on her clit, replacing it with his mouth.

Draco moved up on the bed. “This might hurt, love,” he released one of the clamps on her nipple, and she screamed when the blood was pumped back into it. He sucked it immediately, his hands moving in soothing motions over her hips. When she relaxed slightly, he asked her, “Are you ready?” She nodded, then screamed again when he released the last clamp.

She was sweating and shaking when he released the charm on her hands and she rolled into a fetal position on her side. “I’m sorry love; I thought you would like it. We don’t have to try it again if you don’t want to. It’s just that in the diary, it sounded like it brought so much pleasure, I just wanted to see,” Draco finished, rather lamely.

“Draco, I did like it, it was fantastic. But it will take some getting used to, maybe? I wasn’t ready for it to hurt like that. You barely warned me,” she said as Draco drew her into his chest and began to stroke her hair with a gentle hand.

“I wasn’t sure, the diary entry was more about how in love he was, rather than that it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch when I took the clamps off,” Draco smiled rather ruefully.

“Oh, don’t worry love, you will get to find out for yourself,” Hermione’s eyes had a certain gleam to them as she rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips.

“Promise?” he asked her, as he leaned up to kiss her lips.

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A/N – Thank you for your suggestions. I am still working through them. Please feel free to add any suggestions for the pouches you may have. Thank you for reading and reviewing.

seren_witchblade – the ‘family’ cock ring could be a little squicky.

Anon – Does it make you want to be there? That is part of the point.