You Raise Me Up

Ooooooh. I am so sleepy! Appreciate this, my fair fans!
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Narcissa stretched, cat-like, beside her husband. Lucius was propped up in bed, his nose in a book, reading by the light of a curvy silver lantern. She enjoyed the look of her husband while he was reading, for it meant he wore his reading glasses. How she loved the way they looked on his perfect nose.

He ran his tongue over the tip of his finger, and then turned the page. Narcissa, watching intently, shivered involuntarily.

“Oh, to be that finger…” she whispered. Lucius heard, and looked down at her, one perfectly silver eyebrow arched upward.

“Indeed? Because I can surely indulge…if you’ll only ask…” he said, his voice low. He watched triumphantly as pink tinged his wife’s cheeks. Even after years of….questionable activities, she still blushed. But he never underestimated her, though, because in the next ten minutes she could have him bound to the bed and use his own belt to make delicious little whelps on his backside.

“Well…I would be…most appreciative…if you’d…um…” she started, never quite sure how to ask her husband to lick her most private parts.

“Yes? Spit it out, my dear, or I’ll go back to my book…I was never a patient man.” He said, teasing the reaction out of her. He saw her face twist slightly, anger in her eyes.

“Fine! I want you to lick me!” she said, mostly out of spite. He closed his book, and placed it gently on the cherrywood table beside the bed.

“Hmm….lick you? What do you mean? Do you want me to put my tongue in your mouth? That in itself is very enjoyable. You must be specific, kitten.” He said, his light, glacial eyes locking with her sapphire-blue ones. She growled softly.

“I want you to lick me in a place that I don’t show to the public.” She purred.

“Your back?”

“No, you twit! A very private place.” She said, hating every second of this game.

“Your bottom?” he asked, smirking.

“No, no, no! Although-….not tonight! A little further to the front, Lucius.” She said, trying her darndest not to come right out and say it.

“Your bellybutton?” he asked. He knew he’d finally broken her.

“No….I want you to lick my…treasure. My core. My love canal.” She said, her voice soft.

“Very well.” He said, and quickly flipped her onto her back, and settled between her legs. She growled softly when he flipped up the material of her dressing gown.

“Good…no knickers. I won’t have to thrash you tonight, then.” He said, and gently lowered his head. She could feel his hot breaths against her moist opening. She almost screeched aloud as he gently swiped his tongue against her. He repeated the action, dipping his tongue deeper. He felt the familiar pressure of hands on the back of his head. “Hands by your side, or I’ll come up right now and let you deal with it yourself.” He said, his voice firm.

Her hands immediately left his head, and fisted in the covers beneath her. He could tell that she was trying her hardest not to fist her hands in his hair. He reached up, and gently spread the lips of her female treasure. He circled his tongue around her clit, eliciting a strangled groan from his wife. She squealed when his teeth brushed against the bundle of nerves. He allowed his tongue to sweep deep inside her as his nose pressed against her sensitive button.

“Lucius! You fucking tease! I swear to the gods if you don’t make me come in the next minute I will personally rip off your balls and feed them to you!” she hissed. He loved it when she threatened him, and began flicking his tongue against her clit. Within a few moments, her back had arched, and she screamed his name in orgasm.

“Fuck! Oh holy hell! You’re so good at that…” she panted, squirming slightly as he licked her clean. He then resumed his place at her side. He reached into the top drawer of his nightstand, and pulled out a handkerchief that he used to wipe the excess moisture off of his face. He then tossed the kerchief on the table, and turned back to his wife. He pulled her close, and she tucked herself under his chin, closing her eyes.

“You are an amazing man…with a truly silver tongue…” she purred, wrapping his arms around her.

“I know.”

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Hermione shimmied into her dressing gown, luxuriating in the feel on the satin against her body. She then climbed up onto the large, four-poster bed she and Draco shared. He was already in bed, completely starkers, and looking at her hungrily as she climbed into the large bed.

“Must you wear clothes to bed?” he asked, pulling her close as soon as she was underneath the covers. She giggled softly as he pressed a kiss to her throat.

“Yes, Draco! I have to sleep sometime!” she said, half-heartedly trying to push him away. “Leave me alone you great oaf!” she laughed, laughing genuinely when he began to tickle her.

“Oh no! You’ve angered the great tickle demon! He has come for his human sacrifice!” he said, tickling her with all his might. She gasped and squirmed, trying to get away from his nimble hands. He finally stopped, and she fell back against the bed, her breathing ragged and uneven.

“You…are….an….ass….” she breathed.

“I know…but you love my ass….and I love yours.” He said, and pulled her close, nuzzling his nose against her face. She smiled, and wrapped her arms around him.

“I want to sleep….being pregnant is tiring…” she murmured against him.

“You’re only a month and a half along!” he said.

“So? This is the most important part. This is when the baby develops and grows. If I don’t take in the right nutrients, and keep myself healthy, then in turn the baby could be affected. Do you want that?” she asked, her own golden brown eyes meeting his silver ones. His face had gone pale, and he shook his head. “Then let me sleep…” she said. “I’m not mad at you…I am rather sexy….” She said, and then rolled over, her back to hi.

She heard him chuckle just before she felt him settle against the sheets. They both lay quiet for several minutes. Hermione had closed her eyes, and began to drift off to sleep. She was jolted out of her half-sleep by a sudden icy blast of air. She shuddered.

“What is it, rabbit?” he asked. He had changed her nickname several times in the past week. He had discovered ‘hellcat’ got him kicked in the leg, ‘Under-the-cover Mother’ got him kicked in the side, and ‘Fluffy the trouser-snake devourer’ got him kicked quite viciously in his most private bits. So he had decided on ‘rabbit.’ She assumed that it was because she was fluffy and soft, when in truth it was because they had the sex-drive of rabbits.

“I just got really cold all of a sudden…” she said. He tucked the covers around her more tightly, and she eventually stopped shivering.

“Thanks, Draco.” She said, her voice soft from already going back into her half-sleep. He grunted his response, and then closed his own eyes. She snuggled deeper into the covers, ignoring the strange breeze. She rolled over to face Draco, and smiled when her eyes fell on his peaceful face.

Just as she started to doze off again, she felt the touch of a hand against her face. The hand was gentle, but extremely cold. At first she thought that Draco had reached over to touch her face, but then a strange growing dread started to build when she realized that Draco’s hands were never cold. She opened her eyes, and the feeling immediately vanished. She began to tremble softly, and shifted quickly so that she was snuggled against Draco’s chest. He stirred softly.

“What is it….” He said, not quite awake.

“Nothing…just a strange feeling…” she said, and closed her eyes. Within moments they were both asleep.
Glowing red eyes watched them from the corner, and a thin, humorless smile formed on ghostly lips.

“Enjoy this while it lasts, little whelps, for it won’t last long…”
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Oh no! What will we do! This is a job for duh duh duh! Super Harry! Maybe....he might need some help...