The Family Jewels

Chapter 18
Secrets and Lies

Draco made his way silently to the dungeons. He actually had two letters to discuss with his godfather: the one from his father and the one from Rose Parkinson, which ostensibly came from his mother. He thought briefly about Potter, he had never known his parents, never been a disappointment to them. Which of them was really better off?

But thinking about the picture he had received of his mother and himself this morning, he had to admit that he was being self-indulgent. Potter could not even remember what his parents looked like, never remembered being loved as a child. Those Muggles he had been forced to live with hadn’t even told him he was a wizard. At least his self-identity was in place. Hell, he was heir to one of the oldest titles in wizarding Europe.

Draco knocked twice on Uncle Severus’ door. He heard the peremptory response of “Come,” from inside, and he turned the knob.

“I wondered if I might be graced with your presence this evening, Mister Malfoy,” came the mocking voice of Severus Snape.

“Sir, I wonder if I might speak freely?” Draco asked respectfully. Snape merely inclined his head.

“I received another owl from my father just now, as well as one from Rose Parkinson yesterday morning,” Draco said, dropping the letters on Snape’s desk so that he might read them, “And I need to know what you can tell me of my parents’ situation.”

Snape was silent for a minute, as he read the letters, then he leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers contemplatively. “Your father knows that you have used the Malfoy jewels on another person. I thought as much when you were so eager this afternoon. Is it your wish that you become bound to this person for life?”

“I love her, but we haven’t discussed the future. Our situation is…unusual,” Draco ran a hand through his hair, carelessly disarraying the thick strands. “I thought only the necklace and the signet ring would bind her to me.”

“Your family has been immersed in the dark arts for centuries. Those jewels are in your blood, boy. You have just admitted that you feel a powerful emotion for this witch. Did the jewels seem eager to accept her as your mate?”

Draco thought back to how the small clamp had almost jumped out of his hand toward Hermione. “I think that might be an understatement, sir,” Draco admitted in a low voice.

“Your father wears a signet ring exactly like the one your grandfather left. I’m sure there was some sort of message sent to him. Since you were not wearing your ring at the time, you didn’t realize it,” Snape sighed, wondering how he was to help Draco. “You aren’t bound for life without an exchange of blood, but the jewels are meant to strengthen the love bond that you already feel.”

Draco wondered how much he should tell his godfather, and then decided that discretion would be advisable. “And what of my mother? Where is she hidden that she needs a Secret Keeper?”

“That has been kept amazingly quiet; I would expect that she is being hidden from your father by either Rose or someone of her own blood. Her sister, Andromeda, perhaps. Your father would never look for her there. He has never understood the bond between siblings.”

“But why? She was so angry with me when I refused the Dark Mark. I would expect that she and my father have been plotting ways to disinherit me,” Draco said.

“Draco, you underestimate your mother. If she had shown her joy at your courage to stand up to your father and refuse the Dark Lord, your father would have shown no mercy in killing her. You have always been the pawn that he used to ensure her obedience.” Snape looked rather sad at the remembrance of Narcissa before her marriage.

“You weren’t there. You don’t know how she looked when she threw me out of the Manor,” Draco closed his eyes to try to block out his mother’s voice.

“Really,” Snape’s silky voice rumbled over Draco, “Did her eyes look almost wild, color high in her cheeks, lips trembling slightly?”

“Yes. Although I’m not sure I remember her lips,” Draco looked at Snape enquiringly.

“Let’s just say that I remember that look on your mother’s face. It has been many years since she came out from behind your father’s shadow, but I knew she was still in there. By throwing you out of the Manor, she made it almost impossible for your father to get to you, and it is well known around school that you are not on speaking terms with her, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it might be,” Draco allowed.

“You are a man now Draco, your mother might be stepping out of your father’s shadow permanently. Let’s give her a chance to play her cards, shall we?” Snape asked.

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It was late when Draco entered his bedroom. He had seen that Hermione’s door was closed on his way up the stairs, but when he went into the bathroom to get ready for bed, he noticed that the connecting door to her room was ajar. He brushed his teeth and slipped into a pair of black silk pajama bottoms before pushing her door open. The faint light from his bedroom shone in and he could see Blaise and Hermione asleep in her bed. He was about to turn around and go back to his room when he heard her voice, “Draco? Are you coming to bed?”

“I thought you might want to be alone,” he said quietly as Blaise stirred slightly.

Hermione held the covers open and he could see that she was naked. “Come to bed,” she ordered in a soft voice.

Draco couldn’t refuse the comfort she offered, and climbed into bed next to her, gathering her into his arms. She sighed contentedly, laying her head on his chest. “I love you,” she murmured before falling asleep again. Draco lay awake for some time, thinking about his conversation with his godfather before the calm sound of her breathing invaded his consciousness, and he fell asleep.

Draco was dreaming the most delicious dream; Hermione’s mouth was licking and sucking his cock. He shifted onto his back and thrust his hips up slightly. When her hands began to gently fondle his balls, his eyes shot open. No dream. Hermione began to hum in her throat as she sucked the sensitive head of his cock. He spread his legs slightly, and her fingers explored the area below his sac. He moaned as softly as he could, his hands caressing her head as she took him deeper into his mouth. He watched as she slid a finger into her own pussy for some lubrication, and then impaled that finger into his arse. Sucking harder, she moved the finger inside him until she brushed his prostate, and he flooded her mouth with his cum. “Good morning, sunshine,” she said quietly.

“Fuck, yeah, a good morning,” was all he could come up with at that moment.

Draco noticed that Blaise was awake, his cock tenting the sheets as he watched Hermione pleasure Draco. Hermione also noticed Blaise was awake, giving him a secretive smile as she turned and slid her mouth over his erection. Blaise was whimpering in Italian as she blew him, and Hermione didn’t think she had ever been more turned on.

Draco moved down the bed, stroking his returning hard-on as he watched Hermione sucking on Blaise as if he were a piece of candy. He pushed her onto her knees and spread her legs so that his mouth could reach the lips of her pussy. Draco slid his tongue inside her to find that she was creaming madly, just from sucking their cocks. She wiggled her arse at him, and he entered her from behind. Her pussy welcomed him with a slurping noise, and he began an easy rhythm, reaching under her to roll her nipples between his fingers. She was pushing back at him, moaning as she sucked on Blaise. Draco knew how good it felt when she moaned, and sped up his thrusts, coming again before he knew what hit him. “Sorry, love, I couldn’t wait for you,” he said apologetically.

Blaise pulled his cock out of her mouth. “I believe that is not a problem this morning,” he said, as his erection was jutting out at them. He switched position, his knees on either side of Hermione. Blaise leaned forward and began to eat her, while Hermione began sucking on Blaise’s cock again. Blaise had thought that he would be disgusted by Draco’s cum in her pussy, but he found that he wasn’t. His tongue delved into her slit, swallowing mouthfuls of her crème. And Draco’s too, he supposed. And then he stopped thinking as Hermione’s hands began rolling his balls while she sucked his cock further into her mouth. He felt it hit the back of her mouth, and then she swallowed, taking him into her throat. Her tongue was driving him crazy, and he slid two fingers into her pussy while he sucked her clit into his mouth. Draco moved around on the bed and gently tongued at her anus, licking up her juices. He slid a finger into her arse, and she tightened on both their fingers and came. Blaise followed soon after, spraying his come on her face as she cried out from her orgasm. He looked back at her. “Draco, if you will.”

Draco picked up his wand and waved it “Scourgify” over all of them. He was about to cast the contraception charm, a little late, he knew, when Hermione said, “I got the potion from Madam Pomfrey. We’re fine.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Draco asked her.

“I can see those little wheels spinning in your brain. Well, should we get up?” she asked them.

“No,” they replied together.

“Hermione, it’s Saturday, let’s stay in bed. We’ll have a contest, see how many times we can make you come,” Draco said with a smirk.

“Oh no, it’s Hogsmeade today, and I have two dates. I intend to see and be seen,” she said resolutely.

“All right, Princess, whatever you want. But we’re coming back this afternoon and getting back into bed,” Draco said firmly.

“Promise?” Hermione asked with a smirk. She got out of bed and nabbed the shower before either of them.

“I swear that smirk is positively Slytherin. She’s been spending too much time with you,” Blaise accused.

“With me? Every time I have Quidditch practice I swear you end up in her bed,” Draco drawled at him.

“Not every time. Although that is a good idea. Maybe you could give me a copy of your schedule.” Blaise had a smirk of his own. Blaise threw his clothes on and walked to the door. “I’ll see you at breakfast. Try not to be late.”

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Hanna Delacour – I like it. There’s a submissive inside all of us.

Kat Murphy - Thank you for your kind words. I will continue to do the best I can.