Nine ana A Half Weeks

Keeping It In The Family

Hermione woke early the next morning she could hear the sound of talking coming from the lounge. Her heart began to race thinking that it was probably burglars, but then she calmed as she recognised the voice of Lucius, but who was he talking to and why had he brought hem to her apartment? She picked up her hearing and listened carefully to see if she could make out the other voice.

Then suddenly it hit her, that what last night had been about, he had been testing her seeing how far he could push her, what indignities she would withstand to keep him. She had thought that she would have to suffer countless humiliations to continue to receive the heights of pleasure afforded her by the skilful hands of Lucius Malfoy when in fact she would only have to under go one more.

The thought of it made her feel sick to the stomach, there was no way she could do it, the idea was totally repugnant, she was going to have to refuse. Then Lucius would leave she would be alone once again with her emptiness and pain, she would have nothing to look forward too for the rest of her life. The thought of loosing him made her body feel numb, a void that had been filled by his touch once more clawed at her soul.

She couldn’t do it she was not prepared to give him up but that meant sinking lower than she ever thought possible. She was going to have to let the person she hated most in the entire world loose on her body, the thought of his hands touching her flesh brought bile to her throat, fel felt nauseous and tears rolled down her cheeks. Could she do it could she allow him to touch her with out throwing up all over him?

She walked into the bathroom and climbed into the shower the feel of the warm jets of water washing across her skin invigorated her waking her up from her half sleep. She walked back into the bathroom and threw on a sheer silk dressing gown she put on a slight touch of make up and walked to the door to the lounge.

Here goes nothing she thought as she turned the handle and opened the door. A forced smile filled her face as she walked into the room, “Lucius, what a pleasant surprise,” she said walking up and giving him a kiss, “you are an utter bastard,” she whispered in his ear.

“I’m making coffee,” she said, as she walked into the kitchen.

She turned to see Lucius closing the door behind him, “my dear you seem upset,” he said with a look of concern on his face.

“What do you think you are doing bringing that wanker into my home?” she asked here voice low but with a deadly edge to it.

“That wanker, happens to be my son,” he replied.

“He has made my life hell for the last five years and now you expect me to take him into my bed?” she asked with a hint of venom in her voice.

He nods at her smiling brightly, “something like that yeah.”

“So I’m supposed to forget that he has treated me like something that fell off the bottom of his shoe since I was eleven?”

He walked over and tenderly massaged her shoulders, “Hermione, I think you have forgot the house rules. You and I hate each other where the other comes from our beliefs, but in this apartment all that matters is sex and the fulfilment of physical attraction.”

“I-I don’t know if I can forget what he has done to me,” she whispered, tears flowing freely down her face.

“You want us to leave?” he asked wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her gently on the neck.

“You know I can’t let you go,” she mumbled into the sink.

“So you’ll give him a chance?” he asked increasing the passion of his kisses.

“Did I ever really have a choice?” she asked wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

He turned her around to face him, “that’s my girl,” he said placing a tender kiss on her forehead, “now go and get cleaned up, we’ll be in the lounge when your ready.”

She went back into the bathroom, washed her face, and reapplied her make up. She stood for several minutes looking in the mirror breathing deeply trying to gain some focus.

“You can do this Mione,” she said to herself, “remember your Gryffindor bravery and determination,” she bite her bottom lip and walked back into the lounge with her fists firmly clenched.

Draco came to meet her as she walked back into the room a friendly smile filling his face, his eyes showed a mixture of excitement lust and unbridled fear, “Hi there Mione,” he said almost in a whisper, “y-you look good.”

She returned his smile weekly, “thanks you don’t look bad yourself.”

“So,” said Lucius, “what have you done before?”

Draco just stared at him with a confused look on his face.”

“You have to have kissed a girl?” he said with an air of concern.

“Yeah,” said Draco, Who? Millicent Bulstrode, or Pansy Parkinson.”

Hermione giggled, “You Slytherins sure have got it tough.”

“Yeah,” said Draco, “probably why were such royal pains in the butt.”

“Here,” she said, “let me show you, I’ll do it to you first then you do the same back to me,” she reached out with her right hand and started tenderly caressing the side of his face, she ran her thumb along his jaw line moving it up to gently caress her lips. He moved his hand to mirror her actions, “too rough,” she said taking her other hand and placing it over his so she could control the press “im “imagine there is a force field running around my body your caress should just break the surface of the field barely touching my skin.”

She arched her back as his hand did her biding that’s better,” she said, moving her hand to the back of his neck she lent in and placed a tender kiss on his lips, her lips moved deftly opening and closing planting a succession of kisses against his soft lips. Once again, he matched her actions and their lips danced together, sending gentle ripples of pleasure running through her body. She moved her mouth to his ear taking the lobe between her lips she began to suck it vigorously. She clamped her mouth gently against its tender flesh and pulled away slowly, drawing the delicate skin between her teeth. She nipped the end of his lobe as she released it and started to explore his inner ear with her inquisitive tongue. A spasm ran through Darco’s body and he began to groan uncontrollably, Hermione chuckled wickedly, not such a useless mudblood after all hay Ferretboy.

She moved her lips back to his mouth and looked him in the eye inquisitively say your turn. Darco mimicked her actions Hermione giving him helpful comments, “a little harder, draw your teeth down slower, yes that’s better try it again. This time Hermione writhed with pleasure as he followed her instructions to the letter, he moved back to her lips and his patented Malfoy cocky grin. She quickly claimed his mouth before the sight that had sickened her for the last five years undid all the hard work they had put in.

She reached down to his waist and quickly drew his t-shirt over his head, revealing a well-toned muscular chest she stared hungrily for a minute before reclaiming his mouth with hers. She moved swiftly down his neck nibbling the flesh as she went and soon settled on the firm muscular flesh of his pecks, she licked and kissed the skin under his nipple slowly but surely moving her attention to its sensitive red surface. She took his right nipple into her mouth and started to gently suck and lick its surface, sending him wild with pleasure, her right hand reached up and claimed the flesh of his left nipple, her index finger gently tracing its outline in a swift circular motion. Moved her mouth over to attack his other nipple and her hands dropped down to undo the flies of his jeans sending them falling to the floor. She moved her lips down to his bellybutton hungrily lick and flicking the sensitive skin whit her tongue. His pelvis started to thrust uncontroll as as he discharged his load into his boxers. Hermione looked up apologetically to see him staring down a look of mortification written all over his face.

She moved up his body reclaiming his lips in a warm passionate kiss, she moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, “don’t worry it will be a while before we’re needing him anyway.”

He Greedily tasted the flesh of her neck as he started to work his way down Hermione’s body, this time he needed no commentary as he skilfully retraced the path she had taken. She groaned loudly as he hungrily fed on her nipples sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She began to get seriously wet as he swiftly manipulated her flesh.

He looked up worriedly as she moved away from his caresses, thinking he had done something to upset her. She smiled at him tenderly and let her gown fall to the floor, then turned and walked over to the sofa. She sat with her legs parted waiting patiently for him to come and join her.

Draco knelt stunned for a few minutes caught like a deer in a car’s headlights, captivated by the sight of her naked body. She smiled seductively breaking him from his trance and he moved to kneel between her legs.

She lifted the right leg and placed her foot on his shoulder, “take your time, and start with the ankle,” she purred.

He wrapped his lips around the smooth flesh of her ankle as his hands moved tenderly up her calf. He applied ale tee techniques he had learned to heighten her arousal, as he slowly made his way towards his goal. He stopped and smiled hungrily up at her before loosing himself in her body. Hermione lifted her pelvis of the sofa raising her body to meet his mouth; she wrapped her legs around his neck forcing him deeper into her body.

Eventually when the pleasure threatened to overwhelm, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up her body so that they could be joined to reach their climax together. The couple collapsed together on the sofa, struggling to regulate their breathing.

Lucius looked at his son with pride, he had finally lost his virginity, and in such a spectacular way, he sighed deeply to himself as he looked at his watch, “come on Draco,” he said, “or I’ll be late for my meeting with Fudge.”

The young wizard looked at his father with pleading eyes, “can I stay I hate being in that house on my own ever since mom died.”

Lucius looked at his son, “do you mean stay the rest of the day or the rest of the holidays?”


Hermione looked at him with a look of horror it was one thing putting up with Draco when his father was here but having to deal with his childish superiority complex for the rest of the next seven weeks was no joke.

Lucius looked at her with puppy dog eyes, “he will really be no bother,” he said pleadingland and he will be able to keep you company.”

Her shoulders dropped in resignation as she smiled weekly at Lucius, it was all part of being a father the desire to give their children whatever they wanted, and at this moment in time, Draco wanted her.

The wizard smiled at her warmly as he took her by the hand and walkout into the hallway, “you owe me big time mister,” snapped at him.

“How much?” he asked.

“Not money,” she spat indignantly, “I’m not some two bit whore.”

“I know you’re not,” he said wrapping his arms around her waist, “it was just a slip of the tongue.” He reached down and kissed her warmly on the lips, “sincerely thank you, I haven’t seen Draco this happy since before his mother died.”

He turned around so that he was leaning against the door and pulled her into him, “come to think of it I’ve never seen him this happy.”

“I should bloody hope not,” She said sharply, “if I’ve got to put up with that sod for the next seven weeks, it better be because he’s having the time of his life.”

“I’m so jealous,” he said pulling her in tighter, “I wish I could be the one spending the next seven weeks in your bed.”

“Don’t start with wishes you will never deliver on,” she said, “it’s hard enough watching you go without filling my head with mindless fantasies.”

He reached down and placed a delicate kiss on her lips, “I’ll be around as often as I can.”

“I know,” she said, “and I don’t expect anything from you, just don’t go making promises you can’t deliver on.”

Hermione walked back through the lounge, she looked at the figure of Draco passed out on the sofa and sighed. The next seven weeks were going to be eventful, she thought to herself. She walked passed the sofa and clipped him around the back of the head, “Bed,” she said, as she continued to walk towards the bedroom door.

“But it’s eight o’clock in the morning,” he moaned.

“So you don’t want to spend the next few hour with me lying naked in your arms,” she smirked back at him, before walking into the bedroom.

Two minutes later he was standing next to her, she looked up into his face inquisitively, “well if you put it like that I guess I’m a little tired,” he said.

She laughed and pulled him into the bed, she rolled him over and snuggled up with her head resting on his shoulder, and they both feel asleep.