Sleepless Nights

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN





Draco recovered quickly, in fact by the next morning he was already trying to convince Hermione that the hospital cot was the perfect place for a morning quickie. She wondered what he would do if she were to call his bluff and agree to it, but thought better of it, Draco did seem to have a thing for unusual locations, and having been “caught” by Narcissa once before, she had no desire to take that chance.



The talk around school switched from “I can’t believe they are together.” to “I give them a week.” Pity for those who had money riding on the later, because when the holiday break rolled around, Hermione and Draco were still very much a couple, and still very much in love.



They had gone to Draco’s home for the holidays, spending Christmas Eve with her friends, and the holiday itself with Draco’s parents. Hermione had given Draco a silver watch with a green dragon on the face. On the back was engraved…..For my Dragon.



Draco gifted Hermione with a ruby teardrop pendant and matching earrings. What amazed her more than anything else, was the extravagant gift she received from his parents. It was a black woolen cloak with a mink collar, and silver frog closure.



“Oh my goodness, this is beautiful!” She exclaimed as she wrapped it around her shoulders. “Thank you so much!”



“You are welcome.” Cissy said as she accepted and returned Hermione’s hug. “Lucius chose it actually.”



“He did?” Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise as she turned to face Draco’s father who was shifting uncomfortably beneath her gaze.



“It’s just a cloak.” He muttered.



“It’s a beautiful cloak Mr. Malfoy.” Hermione leaned down and kissed his cheek, surprised when he blushed slightly.





Much of the morning was spent sitting in the parlor. Lucius and Narcissa were formally clothed in elaborate robes, and Draco and Hermione were still in their pajamas. Narcissa was happily recording photograph after photograph with her magical camera.



Eventually Hermione found herself sitting on the sofa with Narcissa as she poured over Draco’s baby photographs. He had been a cute baby, all fat and rosy with tons of white hair on his little head.



She glanced over to the other side of the room curiously. Draco was standing by the window with his father, and Lucius was wrapping Christmas ribbon from one of the packages around Draco’s wrists, explaining something, though Hermione couldn’t hear what it was.



She turned back to the albums and watched in amusement as a toddler Draco took his first steps, and whacked his first house elf with his father’s cane, she seriously hoped he had outgrown that habit. She was startled when she heard a sharp clapping sound. When she looked up, Lucius was smacking the top of Draco’s hand, and Draco seemed completely enthralled with whatever it was Lucius was saying to him as he slapped him again.



“What in the world is going on over there?” Narcissa asked, a confused look on her face.



“I don’t know, some sort of odd father son bonding thing maybe.” Hermione said, shaking her head.



“I’ll never understand men.” Narcissa said quietly as she returned her attention back to the album in her lap.



Hermione was becoming suspicious, Draco was up to something and his father was obviously in on it.













It was near midnight when Hermione decided to take a “swim” in the obscenely large bathtub in Draco’s bathroom. She was submerged to her neck in the sweet, vanilla scented water with softly scented candles burning and slow music playing in the background.



“How about some company?” She smiled when she heard his voice. She didn’t figure it would take him long to join her.



“Sure, there’s plenty of room for you and a few friends.” She said, opening her eyes when she felt the water shift as he climbed in to sit on the low bench beside her.



“No offense love, but I never want to think about your friends naked. I especially don’t want to think about them being near me when they are, or near you for that matter.” He said as he settled close to her and put his arm around her shoulder.



“Wouldn’t worry too much about that. I’ve seen my friends pretty much naked, boys have no shame. I much prefer looking at you.” She said as she slid her hand along his bare thigh beneath the water.



“I’m yours to admire all you like.” He smiled, then yelped when she pinched his thigh.



“I can see more of your arrogance reappearing since we have been together.” She said.



“Since I got involved with you, I feel more like myself….human again.” He brushed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ears. Hermione had suspected he was somewhat depressed, and was happy that he was coming out of it thanks to her.



“I’m glad to hear it Dragon.” She raised her lips to his, intending to give him a quick kiss, but Draco wasn’t satisfied with that. He captured her face in his hand and opened his lips over hers, his tongue sliding along her lips and inside her mouth in a heated kiss that left her breathless. “At some point your kisses have to lose their effect on me.” She panted softly.



“I hope not. I like the way you respond to me.”



“Believe me, I like responding to you.” She smiled cheekily.



“Did you have a good Christmas?” He asked as he pulled her into his arms and across his lap.



“I did, I enjoyed spending time with your family. I still can’t believe your father chose my gift, it’s stunning.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head against his.



“I can’t believe you made him blush. I don’t think he was prepared for you to kiss him like that, you unnerved him.” Draco laughed softly.



“Ah well, consider it payback for him trying to kill me.” She laughed. Draco was still amazed that she had the capacity to forgive all his transgressions, as well as those of his parents. He didn’t deserve her, and he knew it.



“I have another gift for you.” He said quietly.



“But you gave me the jewelry! You are going to spoil me.”



“This is sort of a gift for both of us. It’s in that box over there on the counter.” He slid her off his lap and climbed from the tub. “I’ll see you in the bedroom love.” He gave her a predatory smile that made her shiver. What was he up to?



Hermione got out of the tub, wrapped herself in a thick towel and went to the counter. She opened the pink and gold box and pulled back the tissue paper, gasping softly. She slid her fingers beneath the delicate silk straps of the most decadent piece of lingerie she had ever seen.



It was made of the softest, finest silk, and appeared to have been sewn by hand. She tossed the towel to the floor and slipped into the black confection, purring softly as the slinky fabric glided over her skin. It fell to mid-thigh, the bottom edged in soft black lace. The bodice was fitted with a delicate edging of the same fine lace that hemmed the bottom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror in amazement. The little nightie clung to her curves perfectly, making her look sexy and seductive…..or seducible at any rate.



Hermione brushed her teeth quickly and released her hair from its clip, letting the soft curls tumble down her back to her waist. She took a deep breath and left the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway when she saw him. He was wearing matching sleep pants made from the same extravagant silk and nothing else. She exhaled slowly when he looked up, a sly smile gracing his lips.



“I knew you were going to look amazing in that.” He said, his eyes roving over her curvy little body from the top of her head to the pink tips of her toes.



“You don’t look half bad yourself Dragon.” Draco was standing in front of her, toe to toe.



“I’ve got another surprise for you.” He said, his hands sliding down her sides and over her hips. “Come to bed.” Hermione followed him, letting him lead her about as if she were under the imperius. He settled her in the center of his enormous bed and crawled in after her, settling his body over hers.



“You’re so warm Dragon.” She whispered as she snuggled beneath his warm weight. Draco dipped his head and kissed her softly, slowly seducing her mouth with his gentle caress. He stroked the tips of his fingers along the side of her neck and down her shoulders, dipping beneath the delicate straps of the nightie before following a path along her arms to where her hands were resting on his shoulders.



“I love you.” He said as he clasped her wrists and tugged her hands away from his shoulders.



“I know, and I love you.”



“I would never hurt you, you know that right?” He twined his fingers with hers and pressed her hands back against the mattress.



“I know that.”



“Do you trust me?” He began to slowly slide her hands up, stretching her arms above her head.



“I trust you…Dragon?” Her eyes lowered slightly in confusion when he locked both her wrists on large hand and reached beneath the pillow. She watched as he withdrew a long length of black velvet, stroking the soft material along her cheek.



“You said you were interested in playing…” He began to wrap her wrists with the velvet, tying them together tightly without cutting off her circulation. He looped the end around the elaborate carving of his headboard as he leaned back to look at her, an odd light in his eyes.



“Maybe I’m more like old Lucius than I thought, because seeing you tied to my bed is about the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.” He was unconsciously licking his lips as he trailed his fingers down her arms and over the ripe swells of her breasts, brushing over and circling the tight nipples peaking beneath the silk.



Hermione whimpered softly, surprised by his erotic play, and extremely aroused. She could feel the soft silk of his bottoms as they stroked along the insides of her thighs as he slid between them. He lifted the hem of her nightie and gently massaged her thighs, kneading the soft flesh. She lifted her hips against him in invitation.



“Tell me something…” Draco rested his full weight against her, his lips against her ear. “Does it turn you on to be restrained?”



“Yes.” She whimpered in response, pressing her hips up against the hard ridge of his cock. He smiled, sliding his hands between her thighs to touch her.



“Bloody fucking hell.” He groaned as his fingers met the slick, hot evidence of her arousal. “You really are into this aren’t you?”



“Dragon…please, it’s too much.” She was grinding her pelvis against him, desperate for relief. She hadn’t expected to enjoy having control wrested from her, but the sensation of being trussed up and at his mercy had sent her soaring into full blown arousal fast and furiously.



“No, I want to enjoy this, I don’t want to rush it.” He kissed her ear, blowing in it softly.



“I cant take it….please.” She pleaded, but Draco continued to ignore her cries. He kissed her neck, licking and nibbling his way down and over her shoulders and collar. He dipped his tongue into her cleavage, biting gently on one nipple through the silk covering. He was shocked when her body bucked so hard she almost sent him to the floor.



“Easy love…” He chuckled as she crawled slowly down her body. He licked and bit gently into her flesh as he went, stopping to kiss her navel lasciviously. She was writhing and crying out, the sounds of her desire were sending his own arousal skyrocketing.



“Dragon!” Draco bit into the tender skin on the inside of her thigh, eliciting a soft scream.



“I just want to devour you completely…” He said, swirling his tongue over the spot to ease the tiny hurt. “I can’t get enough of you.” He pushed her legs wide apart and looked down at her sex. She was so wet he could see her arousal glistening in the firelight and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. “Fuck, I think I’m addicted to you.” He lowered his head and began licking and sucking at her furiously, desperate for the taste of her.



“Dragon please…oh god!” He gave no quarter as he swirled and flicked his tongue over her swollen and sodden folds. She was pulling at her restraints, wishing she could get her fingers into his hair and press his mouth closer, harder against her . She was so sensitive, so swollen and so damned close to the most intense orgasm she had ever had that she was nearly insane with her need to come. Draco could tell she was close, and with one last, long lick he pulled back, laughing softly at her angry growl of protest.



“Patience….I promise to make it good.” He said as he shoved his bottoms down past his hips, freeing his impossibly hard cock. He was so hard, so full that it actually hurt, his balls ached with his need to spill inside her.



He slid his knees beneath her bottom, cupping her ass in his hands and lifting her as he pressed inside.



“Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes!” She cried as her head tossed from side to side. Draco watched her reactions in amazement. They had been having sex for months, and every time was intense, but he had never seen such wild abandon in his little hellcat. He pushed all the way inside her, bottoming out against her cervix. She thrust her hips forward, trying in van to get more of him inside her. “Please, more, I beg you!”



Draco leaned forward and bracing his weight on his hands he began to thrust into her with long, hard strokes. She was so tight that he could feel every ripple, every little pulse of her flesh around him, so deliciously wet that he was able to slide easily within her again and again.



“You are fucking amazing!” He growled as he slammed his hips into her again and again. He knew that if her hands were free his back would be torn to ribbons by now. Her legs locked around his hips and she stiffened, her back arching high off of the mattress as she screamed, loud and long when she came. Draco was shocked at the intensity of her muscles convulsing around him and couldn’t hold it back anylonger, he came hard inside her, feeling as though his soul were being torn from him through the head of his cock as he filled her with his seed.



“Holy shit…..baby that was so good.” He panted against the side of her neck. She was limp beneath him, her breathing ragged. He lifted off of her and looked down into her damp and flushed face. “Hermione?” She didn’t respond. “Holy shit….she fainted.” He said in amazement as he reached up and loosened her restraints and pulled her into his arms.









Lucius Malfoy’s head lifted suddenly when he heard the loud keening wail that rent the silence in his house. He couldn’t help the smug smile that graced his lips.



“That’s my boy.” He said, grateful that Narcissa had taken a sleeping potion before she retired for the evening.







****Holy hell I need a nap after writing that......