Upside Down

You guys are soooooo great. I think you'll like this chapter...now to answer a few reviews:

LadyVoldemort87 - yes....I thought it would be a nice touch for Bella to stick with her hubby. We don't really get a good look onto their relationship in the book, but they can't hate each other....much....for long....not in this story, anyways!!

leValkyrie - As long as you're here now...that's all that matters. I hope you enjoy!!

RyGirl824 - I hate Ron too....can't you tell? Hee hee. Draco's flowers were a nice touch...he does care for her...And Bella can be sweet when she wants to be...but only when she wants to be!

distinctlyME - *Evil grin* I think you'll like this chapter. I took what you said to heart....and used alot of it...not all of it...but the general idea... I like the Bella and Roddy part too...

smurphy - *Smile* Just read....you'll like.....

Gryffindor_Slytherin - Bad experience will be explained in this chappie...*shudder*

A, maya - I know I'm mean....I practice alot...but I'm sure this chappie will more than make up for the cliffie...

Everyone - ENJOY!!!!!!!!!
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Hermione shook the entire time, anticipation making her quite wet. She had no doubt Draco was good with his tongue… He was so smooth in every other aspect of his life.

“S-so….what bad experience d-did you have?” she asked nervously. Draco looked back at her, and tilted his head as if considering his answer.

“She was inexperienced, and wanted me to teach her. She tried to swallow too much, and bit down when she gagged. She felt horrible, I felt horrible, it was a horror festival. I never let another girl near me…” he said, and she saw him shudder violently.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Hermione said softly. Draco smiled at her, and pulled her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. He warded it, and cast a silencing spell. Hermione started to ask him something else, but he reached up and pressed his finger against her lips.

“No more words, dove. Just let me take control.” He said, and leaned forward to capture her mouth in one of his soul-stealing kisses. She felt him still pushing her back, and gasped when her legs touched something behind her. Draco swept her up into her arms, and put her on the bed, before climbing up with her, and settling himself on top of her, pressing her gently into the soft covers.

He kissed her again to calm her, as she had become a bit nervous when they finally reached the bed. She tried to protest when she felt him unbuttoning her blouse, and he gingerly pressed her hands back down to the bed, and pulled back.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. It’s part of the experience….but you have to trust me.” He said. She looked up into his molten silver eyes, and caved, relaxing back against her thick quilt.

He opened up her shirt, revealing her white lacy bra. He thanked the gods above that it was a front fastener, and unfastened the hooks, letting her breast fall free of the material.

Hermione felt very exposed. But all worry melted away when he pressed his smooth cheek against hers, and began to whisper things into her ear.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that? And smart…incredibly smart. And I love that.” He whispered, before nipping her earlobe gently. Hermione gasped when she felt his fingers ghosting over her collar bone, before one hand lowered to her breast and he ran a thumb over a hardened nipple. He tweaked and pinched the little bud, causing the most delightful mewling sounds to come from Hermione. He kissed her throat, and began trailing wet kisses downward, before he replaced his fingers with his lips, and drew the tiny tortured peak into his mouth, sucking hard.

She squeaked deliciously, and her hands found the back of his head, stroking the soft blonde hair. While his lips, and eventually his teeth, played with her right nipple, his fingers found the left, tweaking and pinching as he had before.

Hermione had never felt anything like this before. Sure, she had had touched herself, and touched her own breasts…but the feeling of another doing it was stoking a fire deep within her that threatened to consume her if she didn’t get relief….fast.

“Please…” she moaned. Draco’s mouth released the thoroughly suckled peak, before his head moved to the other one, drawing it into his mouth and once again sucking hard. She arched up against him, the fire moving straight to her core, and a fresh wave of moisture soaking her. Draco chuckled against her, the vibrations making her squirm beneath him. He finally released the other nipple, and kissed right between her breasts, and began his descent, kissing her taut belly, and dipping his tongue into her belly button, making her gasp and squirm more.

When he reached the fasten on the jeans she was wearing, he unbuttoned them with his teeth, and Hermione leaned down to watch. She helped him shimmy her out of her jeans, and after a tousle with her trainers, she was finally free of them. After he rid her of her knickers, and tucked them into his pocket when she wasn’t looking, he climbed back up, settling himself between her thighs. He put his hands on her hips and rubbed downwards, dipping his hands sideways to stroke her soft inner thighs. She spread her legs wider, allowing him to stroke the soft flesh.

He could smell the buttery scent of her arousal, and see its evidence glistening on her slit when she spread her legs. She was cleanly shaven save for a small, triangular patch. He reached forward, and touched the curly patch, and Hermione gasped. He ran his fingers over her outer lips, and she ached for a closer touch.

“Draco…” she moaned. He used his thumbs to gently spread the lips of her pussy, and leaned down. She smelled wonderful, a beautiful musky scent. He blew softly on the heated flesh, and Hermione bucked. He could see her clit, swollen with arousal, and straining towards him as if asking him to tend to it. He would….

He leaned closer, and gave a broad swipe of his tongue, testing her response. She gasped loudly and bucked again. Before she had regained her composure he thrust his tongue inside her, fucking her with it.

Hermione had never felt so good! Ron would have never done this! The fire that had started low in her belly began to grow, and she liked the burn.

Draco reached up, and replaced his tongue with a finger, surprising her. She had thought he would use only his mouth. But she wasn’t complaining…not at all! His finger thrust in and out of her, and she groaned softly. But he wasn’t through yet….

He added another finger, and she squealed happily. This was just his fingers? Dear Merlin…she’d have to fuck him soon… He leaned down again, but this time he captured the slippery little nub of her clit between his lips, sucking as hard as he had on her nipples.

Hermione was thrust over the edge in a surprise orgasm, her head thrashing back and forth as she cried out loudly. Draco suckled the little nub, and marvled at the muscles clutching at his fingers. Merlin…she’d squeeze his cock clean off once he finally managed to reach that level….he’d have to have her.

When she came off her orgasm high, she was highly sensitized, and the sucking on her clit bordered painful.

“Too much…” she whimpered. He let go, and licked her clean, before discreetly wiping the excess on her quilt, and climbing back up beside her, trying to hide a smirk.

“Well?” he asked. She looked over at him, her cheeks flushed.

“Draco Malfoy…you have a silver tongue…”

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After their dinner at the restaurant, which was very nice, they decided to take a trip to Grimmauld Place to see how everyone was doing. They had dropped Ruby off before they left, so she wouldn’t be by herself. Ruby had been a bit tweaked. She could be by herself…she was sixteen, not six!

When they got to Grimmauld Place, there wasn’t very much going on. Draco looked around, trying to find someone.

“I bet they’re all off shagging someone…” he muttered.

“They’d best not be! I told Sirius to keep an eye on Ruby…” Hermione said, a bit panicked.

Draco turned to her, and patted her curly head. “I was joking, dove. Besides…your cousin would hex Black’s balls off if he tried anything…” he said. Hermione nodded, pacified.

Turned out everyone was in the kitchen, enjoying some sweets Molly had brought over. Even Bella was happily sampling something Molly called ‘Chocolate Explosion.’ Chocolate brownies with chocolate chips and chunks, and iced with chocolate icing. Narcissa stood in the corner, looking a bit green as Lucius tried to get her to eat a sugar biscuit.

Ron was there, sitting at the table with a plate piled high with sweets. He looked up as Draco and Hermione entered, and sneered.

“I see you’re back from your date.” He said, loudly. Everyone looked up at the two. Draco was still dressed in his perfectly creased black pants, blue Egyptian cotton shirt, and expensive shoes, and Hermione was still wearing the short-sleeved, satin dress. It clung in all the right places…

Hermione frowned at Ron. “Yes, Ronald, we’re back. And it was quite nice. Better than the dates you took me on. At least he took me somewhere better than McDonald’s.” She snapped. Ron scowled at her. Lucius stepped forward, a strange look on his face.

“A date, Draco? Aren’t you supposed to be undercover?” he asked.

“We went to a Muggle restaurant, father.” Draco said.

“Muggle? How very….unbecoming of you….” Lucius said, a hint of nastiness in his voice. He had seriously thought this was just a phase! That Draco would realize that he and this….muggleborn had nothing in common, and would go their separate ways. But he had not only taken her out on a date, he had taken her out on a Muggle date. The nerve of that boy!

Hermione frowned, and looked up at Draco. “I thought you said your father was alright with this…” she said softly. She didn’t want to drive a wedge between him and his father…

“I thought he was.” Draco said flatly, his silver eyes turning to his father. Lucius stood straighter, smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle from the front of his robes.

“I was alright with it….when I thought it was temporary. Surely, Draco, you would be more comfortable with someone of your own….bloodline.” he said softly. Draco’s eyes lit up with murderous rage.

“How dare you! You have the nerve to tell me that! I cannot believe that after what she has done for us, and what you claimed to have changed, that you would talk to me in such a way. You’re horrible! She means so much more to me than her bloodline! She’s smart, and brilliant, and kind, and she gets me! Not my purse…just me. I thought you would be happy with that….but I must have been mistaken…” he spat acidly.

“You don’t mean any of it!” Ron snapped at Draco. Draco, shocked, looked at the red-head.

“What?”

“You probably planned this whole thing! Get your father mad, and then come ‘rushing to Hermione’s aid!’ How pathetic!” he said, standing from his seat.

Lucius ignored the hot-tempered red-head. “Draco…I am very grateful to Miss Granger for all of the help she has given this family, but that doesn’t mean you should sleep with her to thank her…” he said, trying to placate his son. Hermione’s face turned crimson.

“I can sleep with whomever I want to, father! Not that that has any bearing on this situation…Hermione and I haven’t done anything, yet.” He said, his own pale face coloring lightly.

“I just think-”

“I don’t care what you think! I used to, but not anymore! I used to want to be just like you. I wanted to make you happy…to be a miniature of you! My life is upside down! I’m hated by half the wizarding world, I’m supposed to be dead, and all because of ‘what you think.’ You know what happened when I listened to what you think? THIS!!” he cried, and ripped open his left sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark. “I’m done listening to what you think. You can write me out of the Will if you want to. I don’t care anymore….all of the money and jewels in the world are worth nothing if you haven’t got someone to enjoy them with. I found my someone…” he said, and drew Hermione close to his side. Her eyes widened at his proclamation.

“Don’t listen to him!” Ron cried. Everyone looked at Ron. “I told you! This is probably all some elaborate plan to get you to sleep with him. Play the ‘good prince’ and ‘rescue the damsel in distress’ and all that shite.” He spat.

Ruby grabbed another cookie. “Merlin…this is better than Jerry Springer…”

Hermione turned on Ron. “Stay out of this, Ronald! I’m about tired of your childish ways. Just because I have a vagina, doesn’t mean I’m always ‘in distress!’ Maybe he came to my aid because he likes me! And all you ever do is complain! That’s one reason we broke up! ‘Mione, you’re too smart,’ or ‘Mione, you never do anything I want to do…’ or ‘Let’s have more sex, Mione.’ I’m about fucking tired of you, Ron!” she snapped. Draco’s eyes widened, and he watched her rave at Ron.

“You haven’t an ounce of gratitude in you! I am smart, Ronald, and for that you should be grateful. I saved yours and Harry’s arses more times than you have fingers and toes. Because I studied you’re in one piece, and you Graduated. If it weren’t for me staying on your tail, you would have stayed behind with Crabbe and Goyle!

"I always did everything you wanted to do. I would go to Quidditch matches, and go to greasy spoon diners because you liked their food. You never once went with me to a nice bookstore, or to a restaurant I liked.

"And as for sex….don’t get me started! It was always about you! You had to be on top, you had to want to do it, and you always had to come first! I could never initiate, because I was a ‘nympho’….I could never be on top because I had ‘improper thoughts’…and I could never come first….or sometimes at ALL, because you went off faster than a bullet train behind schedule!” Hermione snapped, out of breath. Ron colored crimson, and Molly put her hand to her mouth, shocked.

“You’re selfish, Ronald Weasley. We were best friends in school…and I’m sorry that I ever went out with you, because that ruined our friendship….but we’re over, Ron. Do you hear me? OVER…and now that I’m with another guy, you don’t like it. Well you know what? You can suck it up, because I like Draco, and he likes me, and the chemistry between us is fucking unbelievable!” she snapped. Everyone in the kitchen was quiet, watching the fiery little Muggleborn take Ron to task.

Lucius turned to Narcissa, who was wide-eyed with wonder at the little witch.

“Narcissa…say something to Draco…this will never work…” he said, quite angry. Draco and Hermione both looked over at Narcissa, who looked between them and her husband.

“Oh…I….Lucius….the world is changing….” She started weakly. Lucius turned away from her.

“I forbid this!” he snapped. “Just look at the witch! She’s practically foaming at the mouth! Unbecoming of a young lady! Completely out of the question for a Malfoy to associate with.” He said. Draco started to say something, but Hermione got there first. She was toe-to-toe with Lucius in seconds.

“Shut up! It’s about time Ron got that, and I have a different spiel for you!” she said, and poked his broad chest with one slender finger. “You are grateful for nothing, either! You are naught but a spoiled, overly indulged brat! You think everything is supposed to go your way, or it isn’t right! Well, let me tell you one thing! You are not the boss of me! You are no longer the boss of Draco! He is a grown man, and capable of making his own decisions! And if that decision happens to be getting together with me, than you should be happy, and support his decision. You should stop trying to push him into making decisions he doesn’t want to. You, sir, are a bully….a big, rich, ungrateful bully!” she said, punctuating her point with one last poke to his chest.

His icy, wintery blue eyes rested on the panting witch in front of him. “Don’t you dare touch me. Remove your hand from my person, or there will be consequences…” he said, his voice deadly soft. Hermione took a step back.

But then she did the unthinkable. She spat at his feet. His hand rose to strike her, but Draco’s reaction was instant and painful. He tackled his father to the ground, knocking the breath out of the older man, and smacking his head against the ground with a painful crack. Narcissa jumped back, and howled in anguish as the two began to brawl.

The people in the kitchen watched, enthralled, as Draco and Lucius successfully beat the crap out of each other. It took Sirius, Harry, and Bellatrix to pull them apart.

Lucius was sporting a black eye, and a busted nose, and Draco was sporting a fat lip and a cut across his eyebrow where this father’s wedding band had struck. Lucius looked at his son, completely shocked that he would come to the girl’s rescue just like that… He must care for her truly…dammit….there was no way he could compete with that...

Ruby shook her head. “So much better than Springer…”

“You want to be with her…fine!” he spat. “But don’t you dare flaunt this relationship to me….not if you harbor hopes of me ever accepting it. I’m afraid I’m very stubborn, Draco….and it will take time…time for me to….maybe….get used to this…” faltering at the end.

It was amazing what a few punches could do for a father-son relationship…
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Le GASP!!! Hmm...it took a little...'convincing,' but I think Lucius can see he won't be able to get Draco to just toss Hermione aside.

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