The Not So Good Girl

“You’re sure you’ll be all right?” Virginie asked worriedly, as Narcissa tried to pry Preston from her arms.

“We’ll be fine!” she insisted. “He’s two months old now—plenty old enough to stay with Grandmother and Grandfather…right, Preston?”

Preston cooed.

“See, Virginie? You’ll be fine. You and Draco need Mummy/Daddy time,” she winked.

Lucius came to the entryway. “What’s wrong?”

“Virginie is having a hard time leaving…and who wouldn’t?” Her tone of voice suddenly changed when she was talking to Preston. “Who could ever leave this cute little boy? The most precious boy in the whole world!”

Virginie put her hands on her head. “Stop, you’re making it worse!!!”

Narcissa laughed and tried to shoo her out the door.

It was May, and she was leaving Preston with Lucius and Narcissa, for tonight was Hermione and Ron’s wedding—finally. She and Draco decided that it was time for a well-deserved break, and as Narcissa had said, some Mummy/Daddy time. It was fairly early, but she had promised Hermione that she would stay with her the whole day. The wedding was to take place at 2:30 in the afternoon, but they had appointments for facials at nine.

Hermione shrieked when Virginie had Apparated at the spa.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married today!”

“Me neither! …Are you getting waxed while you’re here?”

“Virginie! I can’t believe we went straight from me getting married to me getting waxed!” she shrieked once more.

“What?!” Virginie asked earnestly. “Well, I just wondered…Draco and I are having a night alone tonight….I’m getting waxed. You could at least do it for your wedding night, for God’s sake.”

Hermione giggled as they were led to the changing room in the back, where they began shedding their robes. “Well that hurts, doesn’t it? I don’t want pain on my wedding day.”

“I’ll give you pain: you’ve been fooling around for hours, and he’s just about to put it inside you when the baby starts screaming bloody murder. That, my dear, is pain.”

“Well I don’t forget to do the spell afterward, so I don’t have that problem,” Hermione snapped, wrapping the terrycloth robe around her.

“Ouch,” Virginie retorted. “That really hurt, Hermione. I mean, ow. I’m wincing with pain.”

Hermione rolled her eyes as they were led to the mud baths. They each sank into theirs, and the spa witch covered their eyes with cucumbers and began massaging their faces with the mud as well.

“Well you’ll get your chance tonight,” Hermione finally said. “You don’t have Preston back until Sunday…that gives you two nights all to yourselves.”

“You know I was just joking about my feelings being hurt, right? …But yes, I am looking forward to being alone with Draco. We’re staying at the inn tonight…it’s so romantic you’re getting married at the seaside, Hermione.”

“It was a bit of a stretch…Ron’s mum had a fit about it…but in the end, my parents persuaded them. Ron’s family is just Apparating home afterward…I have the feeling they opposed a seaside wedding because of the cost of a hotel room. But all in all, it should be just lovely. Thank you so much for all your help.”

“I had a great time helping you, so don’t mention it. Lucky for you, you won’t have Narcissa Malfoy as a mother-in-law.”

“Well she’s gotten loads better, hasn’t she?” Hermione reasoned. “At least she hasn’t been to the house every day.”

“I know, I know,” Virginie answered dismissively. She had turned to look at Hermione before remembering they couldn’t see each other for the cucumbers. “I just don’t like discussing ‘Mummy/Daddy time’ with my mother-in-law. It’s just awkward for me. Like, ‘Oh well, I know my son has only been getting blowjobs for the past two months, so now that you can have sex again I’d really like it if he got the full monty, he really needs to get laid’….I mean, that’s just wrong.”

Hermione laughed. “Well at least they acknowledge you’re having sex. Molly won’t even let us sleep in the same bed until we’re married. Remember how I said she put the jinxes on the doors? It’s gotten even worse, even since we’ve been engaged. For God’s sake, does she think we’re innocent? Sure, we don’t live together, but it’s right down the street!

“And, moreover, Ginny’s moved all her things into Harry and Ron’s, preparing for when she graduates Hogwarts…what the fuck?!”

“Ah, well, he’s perfect Harry Potter,” Virginie laughed. “He’s allowed to put his penis wherever he pleases.”

“You are a mother!” Hermione hissed, but then she started laughing. “I’m glad you’re like this again, though. I missed it when you turned all lovey-dovey with Draco, and then all maternal with the baby…I MISSED MY PERVERT!”

“I missed her, too,” Virginie giggled. “Draco just said that the other day…he said, ‘Now that the honeymoon’s over, we can go back to being our normal selves.’ I said, ‘What, so you’re going back to hating Harry and Ron and I can go back to giving you blowjobs in the shower?’”

Hermione giggled—though perhaps a little apprehensively at hearing what she had to say about Harry and Ron.

“So he said, ‘No, just the blowjobs in the shower. And maybe a good shag or two on the dining room table….oh, and tell me you could use a shot of Draco at least once a day.’”

Hermione laughed, then asked, almost nervously, as if she didn’t want to know, “What’s a shot of Draco?”

Virginie got a fit of giggles so uncontrollable that she couldn’t talk for a moment. “Oh….I guess I never told you about that. It’s rather corny, really…I love giving him blowjobs…and every time I was in the mood to do it, I’d say, ‘I could really use a shot of Draco right now.’”

Hermione laughed until the witch came back and steamed off their mud masks, and she only stopped then because the witch got a bit of mud in her mouth.

Feeling rejuvenated and silky smooth (Hermione had gotten the wax after all), they Apparated to a lovely inn at the seaside, where their things were already waiting in Ron and Hermione’s Wedding Suite.

“Only an hour, Hermione,” Virginie said as she styled Hermione’s hair in the bathroom of the suite. She was curling it into large waves so that it looked sleek and smooth instead of bushy, though it was still curly.

“Don’t…I can’t think straight!” Hermione squealed, looking very pale. “Where’s Mum?”

“I’m here, darling,” Hermione’s mother called from the sitting room that joined the bathroom to the bedroom. “Do you need me?”

“Just don’t leave!” Hermione called. Virginie saw that she was wringing her hands.

“Hermione, it’s going to be all right,” Virginie said soothingly as she sprayed hairspray from her wand. She rubbed Hermione’s back reassuringly.

“Oh, it’s just gorgeous!” Hermione exclaimed, ignoring Virginie’s reassurances to survey her hair in the large mirror. “My makeup, my hair…everything looks great. Thank you so much.”

She reached over to hug her, but Virginie screamed, “Your makeup!” and she backed away. They went into the sitting room, and Hermione’s mother rose from the sofa and took Hermione’s dress from the nearby closet.

“Darling, are you ready to put on your dress?” she asked. Hermione looked positively frightened, but she nodded, and her mother held it open while she stepped into it.

“Oh, Hermione!” Virginie exclaimed. “You look just lovely!”

It was true. Hermione’s dress was off-the-shoulder, with a lace-embroidered top and three-quarter length sleeves. The bottom half was tulle and satin. She looked very elegant and, Virginie thought, very grown up.

“I’m fighting the urge to cry, I’m fighting the urge to cry,” she kept repeating to herself. “Virginie, get dressed, so I can tell you how pretty you look. I need something to occupy my mind.”

Virginie giggled and changed into her bridesmaid dress—it was a pale aqua, strapless, floor length dress that she had been extremely apprehensive about wearing, but lucky for her, she’d lost all of her pregnancy weight the month after the baby, and now she was back to her normal thin but curvy self.

As soon as she’d finished and before Hermione had a chance to comment on her appearance, there was a knock on the Suite door. Virginie went to answer it while Hermione’s mother fawned over her, adjusting her dress’s train and adjusting folds of tulle that were perfectly fine.

It was Draco. He grinned evilly as she opened the door. She put one hand on her hip and leaned against the door, blocking Hermione from view.

“And what exactly do you want?” she enquired.

“I come bearing a note that is not for your eyes, only Hermione’s,” he said. “Aaand I do not think I can trust you to deliver this without opening it, so I shall have to come in.”

“I don’t think so, buster,” she said, still blocking the door. “You’re trying to sneak a look for Ron.”

“Am not!” he said.

She looked at him before sizing him up, then finally opened the door a crack so he could sneak in.

“This is from Ron,” he said to Hermione, handing her the note. “I was instructed to wait here until you answer so I can give it back to him.”

Hermione looked confused, but when she opened it, she giggled. She quickly scrawled something on the parchment and handed the note back to Draco, who grinned.

“You look very lovely, by the way,” he said to Hermione, and she blushed. “Not so bad yourself, de Gaulle,” he murmured as he passed her. She swatted his behind as he left the room.

“What’d it say, Hermione?” Virginie asked, for Hermione still looked very red.

She giggled uncontrollably. “It said: ‘Do you love me? Check yes or no.’”

All the girls dissolved into fits of giggles…the note was ten times funnier than it normally would have been due to their nerves.

The wedding went off without a hitch, and then it was time to have fun—Hermione’s family had hired a band for the reception, and she and Draco had a lot of fun dancing and making fools of themselves the entire night. Draco danced with Hermione and Virginie with Ron…Hermione’s mum seemed to have a slight crush on Draco and danced with him several times.

When a slow song came on near the end of the evening, Virginie went over and cut in.

“Finally!” she whined, wrapping her arms around Draco’s neck.

“What can I say? The Muggles love me,” he smirked.

“Oh come off it,” Virginie snapped.

“You look lovely,” he said.

“Stop being so nice. We’re supposed to be back to our normal selves again, remember?”

“Oh right.” He paused, then assumed a haughty expression. “I’m not going to compliment you, de Gaulle, because I don’t beg. Ever. And complimenting you would be showing weakness.”

She giggled.

“You do look wonderful, though,” he whispered, bending close to kiss her. “And if we’re free to be downright crude if we want from now on, I have to tell you: I’m going to fuck you raw tonight.”

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned softly, kissing his lips once more.

“And what’s more,” he added, “we’re going to do every single position that was impossible while you were pregnant.”

The song ended, and Draco gave her his signature burning look, practically melting her into a puddle on the floor. He took her hand and led her through the aisles between tables and finally out the reception hall’s doors. They headed for their room at the inn, stopping only to steal a quick, passionate kiss in the moonlight.

When they’d reached their room, Draco pushed the door shut without breaking her gaze. He advanced toward her with the same burning desire in his eyes as he’d had at the reception, causing her legs to wobble dangerously.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he said, one hand stroking her face and the other buried in her hair as he kissed her deeply.

“Me too,” she whispered, her breathing deep from the passion of their kiss.

They stood there, kissing for a few moments. She unbuttoned his jacket and slid it from his shoulders, then began to unbutton his crisp collared shirt. His body was still hard, as it had been when he’d played Quidditch, and she ached to finally feel it above her. When she’d taken his shirt off, she ran her hands up and down his chiseled stomach. She felt him twitch slightly, and she grinned through her kisses.

He moved her slowly toward the bed, and she felt him reach around to unzip her dress. It slid silently onto the floor, now just a bundle of aqua satin, and he edged her onto the bed, he now wearing only his trousers and she wearing a strapless bra, thong, and heels. She sat on the bed and he stood above her, looking down. She hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

He tilted his head back as she licked and bit just under his navel. Blood was coursing through her body, vibrating in her ears. She could feel her panties becoming increasingly wet. She pulled Draco’s boxers off, and he stepped out of them. He stood naked before her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

She licked the head of his cock in slow circles, and she could hear his breathing coming harder and more raggedly. She took him in her mouth, sucking him hard and clutching his ass to push him deeper into her mouth.

After a few minutes, he pushed her by her shoulders slowly onto the bed. His grey eyes gazed passionately into hers before he leaned in and gave her a long, hard kiss. He pushed her legs apart and rested between them, rocking back and forth slightly as he kissed her. She could feel how hard he was, and how very, very long, and she found herself getting wetter and wetter. He pushed her leg up so that her left leg was over his right shoulder, kissing her even more passionately now, and moving down to her neck.

As he kissed and bit down her neck, he ran his right hand over her breasts; then, realizing that she still had her bra on, he reached around to undo it. He must have felt her hesitation, because he stopped and grunted something unintelligible.

“I’m breastfeeding, remember? I don’t want you to get a mouthful,” she whispered huskily, her breath still coming very fast.

“I’ll chance it,” he groaned, throwing her bra to the floor.

He kissed and sucked on her breasts and nipples, rubbing the leg that was still thrown over his shoulder. She threw her head back on the pillows and enjoyed the dull, throbbing sensations that were coursing through her body. She’d forgotten how amazing they were together…God, she wanted him…

He began to nibble around her panties, easing them down inch by inch with his teeth. Any nervousness she’d had about having sex post-baby melted away as he kissed her inner thighs before licking and sucking her clit, until she was pulling his hair and begging him to fuck her.

He pulled himself up so that they were face-to-face again and kissed her so deeply it took her breath away. When they pulled away, he reached down and began rubbing his cock in circles around her entrance.

She arched her head back on the pillows and moaned softly. He kissed her erect nipples while still teasing her.

“Fuck me,” she begged, raising slightly off the bed to grab his arms and look into his eyes, her mouth open and eyes wild with desire.

He groaned slightly and pushed slowly into her. When he was about halfway in, he stopped. “Are you doing okay?” he whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “I’m fine.”

When he was completely inside her, she gasped loudly, digging her nails into his back.

“You feel so good,” she groaned as he began thrusting in and out of her, his lips hungrily kissing her breasts again. He moaned in response.

It didn’t take her long to reach orgasm—she had already been halfway there when they began, anyway, and she began moaning loudly.

“I want it harder,” she screamed, digging her nails into his ass as he thrust into her.

Obediently, he pushed harder into her, and began quickening his pace. She was moaning constantly now, throwing her head back into the pillows. He groaned loudly and began thrusting so fast she was sure her head would go through the headboard. He slowed for a second to put his hands under her shoulders for support and managed to thrust even harder than he had before.

Virginie moaned so loudly she was sure the people next to them could hear, but she didn’t care—she hit her hands on the headboard and screamed as she felt herself coming harder than she ever had before—her whole body was shaking and waves of pleasure were crashing over her again and again, and soon she heard Draco groan loudly and felt his hot semen gush into her.

He dropped his weight onto her, and she ran her fingers through his hair…she’d forgotten how amazing it felt to have him on top of her like this. For a moment, neither of them could speak for being so out of breath, but they looked into one another’s eyes and grinned, their breathing still heavy.

“I don’t know what to say,” she laughed, sticking her tongue out and hoping he’d get the reference. He did.

“Let’s do that again,” he grinned, flipping her over on her stomach.