His Best Mistake
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Chapter 2
His Best Mistake: Chapter 2
Draco groaned as the bright sunlight filtered through his bedroom window, he reached over subconsciously and was met by cool empty sheets. He raised his head slightly in confusion, and then rolled over on to his back and yawned widely. He sat upright slowly as the pounding in his head became more intense. He looked around his room and his jaw dropped.
Why was Grangers dress casually thrown over his bureau? Where the hell was the little vixen? He grinned lazily as his memory pieced itself together, she was a firecracker in bed. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time, especially with a woman like her. A ‘real woman’ as she would put it.
He opened his draw and pulled out a white vest and pyjama pants to cover his naked body, two sightings in two days would surely kill his old mother. Draco groaned once more as he thought of his fathers reaction, it was almost comedic. He had been completely out of character last night and it scared Draco, sure his father had spoken several times about the decreasing virility of Pureblood families, but he didn’t think he would react that well to find him cavorting with Hermione Granger.
His mother however had graced Hermione with a genuine smile, not one of her most fooling false attempts. Sure she had berated him about Hermione being drunk, but she had not gone all out about who she was. His mother had become a firm supporter of Hermione Grangers elfin cause, after she had heard all its main ideals. When the S.P.E.W. Society had been passed as a law, Narcissa had laughed openly as Lucius discussed wages with the elves. Much to his chagrin.
It was one of the said free elves that popped into view as Draco brushed his teeth, announcing that Mistress Cissy requested his presence for breakfast. Draco stood in front of the mirror and practiced his blank expression face. Something he had come to perfect over the years.
He slipped on his house slippers and walked quickly down to the dining room, only to be met by the sight of his fussing mother and a smiling Granger. His mother, to his horror, was laughing and pointing to a moving photograph of a small white haired child. He walked quickly and snatched the photo album out of Hermione’s hands and shut it with a loud snap. He glared at his mother and sat down next to his father, who was grinning at his mortification.
“Granger, are those my fathers boxers? He asked as he surveyed her plump derrière, “if you wanted to wear men's boxers, I’d have let you wear mine.”
“Your’s probably wouldn’t have fit over my arse, Malfoy.” she said as she picked up her tea cup and sipped elegantly.
“So, may I ask how this situation occurred?” asked Lucius.
Hermione snorted lightly and turned to Draco.
“Well, Mr Malfoy, I was telling Draco how he needs to stop dating bimbos and start looking for a real woman, I mean, the woman, and I say that loosely, who your son was with last night, my dress probably cost the same amount as her whole body. She was plastic from head to toe.” said Hermione with a smirk.
“Plastic? What do you mean by plastic?” he asked.
“It means they have had some form of Muggle surgery, to alter their looks, sort of like a permanent form of a Metamorphmagi.”
“Darling, where on earth do you meet these women?” asked Narcissa.
“Bars, clubs…” said Draco.
“Knockturn alley more like it.” grinned Hermione.
“Do you really want to open that can of flobberworms, Granger?” asked Draco.
Hermione flushed and shook her head. She really didn’t want to wander down that road.
“While we would love to sit and chat all morning, your mother and I are expected at Andromeda’s for lunch. Shall we darling?” he asked as he stood and offered his wife his hand.
“Certainly,” smiled Narcissa, she rested her hand on Hermione’s shoulder and smiled at the girl, “Don’t be a stranger, Hermione, owl me when you can.”
“I will, thank you for breakfast, Mrs Malfoy.” said Hermione.
“Stop that! Call me Cissy.” she laughed as Lucius tugged her elbow and motioned for the door.
She leaned over and kissed the smooth cheek of her son, mussing his hair up as she went.
“Be good children.” smirked Lucius.
Draco groaned and placed his head in his hands as the unusual sound of his fathers laughter rang through the manor.
“I don’t know what you’ve done, Granger, but they love you.” said Draco.
“Your mother practically dragged me from your bed this morning, said she wanted to ‘get to know me better’, I really like her, she seems so different from when I last met her.”
“Well having a homicidal maniac living in your home does that to you.” he said.
“That must have been horrible for you.” she empathised.
“It was, but enough about that. You were on fire last night, Granger!” smirked Draco.
Hermione smiled and nonchalantly brushed imaginary lint off her shoulder.
“I am the fire, Malfoy.” she grinned.
He threw caution to the wind and stretched across the table, grasping her shirt and yanking her towards him. He kissed her, hard and unyielding, on the mouth as she scrambled over the table and into his lap, returning his kiss with a burning eagerness.
“Fuck, Granger, I can’t get enough of you!” he said.
“It starts with want and turns into obsession.” she laughed as she rose up off him and sat on the edge of the table, her feet rested on his sides. She could see the hard outline of his turgid length through his silk pants and a pang of desire shot through her. She moaned wantonly and rubbed the sole of her foot along his leg, coming to rest on his pulsating cock.
He rushed to stand and yanked his pants down as hers fell to her ankles, he picked her up and slammed her down onto his shaft and she let out a long satisfied moan.
“Consider me obsessed, you naughty witch!” he said with a growl.
“Malfoy!” she gasped as he slammed up into her, she arched her back against the table and nearly purred as she moved on his cock. It filled her completely as she took it all into her, rising and falling, over and over again.
She shrieked as Draco stood and slammed her into the table, shaking the porcelain tea set as he rammed into her, she could feel the beginnings of her climax approaching as she wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist. He continued to pound into her quivering pussy, causing the table to drag across the floor with the power of his thrusts.
With a harsh cry, she tightened around his cock, coming hard. She arched up off the table as her core convulsed around Draco’s shaft, he gave a few shallow thrusts and emptied his seed into her womb with a grunt.
He rolled off her and onto the table, before turning and looking at her. She was grinning lazily and he had to laugh. She looked beautiful at that very moment, and thoroughly shagged.
She caught him looking at her and placed her hand over his face, laughing as she went.
He bit at her fingers as they danced over his mouth and over his nose, his skin tingled wherever she touched and he fought to suppress a shiver.
“I think I proved my point quite well, didn’t I?” she joked.
“Definitely, Granger, from now on, I wont shag anyone unless they have an arse like yours. All round and peachy.” he smirked.
“Thanks!” she laughed.
At that very moment a bright white stag burst through the doors of Malfoy Manor, its transparent hooves coming to a stop at the head of the dining room. It opened its mouth and Draco groaned.
“HERMIONE JANE GRANGER, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! I’M WORRIED SICK! CONTACT ME AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS!” roared Harry.
“What's this? I thought Potter was with the Weaselette? Don't tell me he gets to shag this delectable arse too?” joked Draco.
“Oh shit, I left Harry by himself at that benefit!” cried Hermione as she scrambled to find Lucius’ boxer shorts.
“Granger,” he said as he grabbed her, trying to calm her down, “Are you shagging Potter?”.
“No! That’s just disgusting, Malfoy, he’s like my brother!” she said as she pulled the shorts up over the arse that Draco was now extremely fond of.
“Then slow down, your twenty three now Granger, Potter needs to loosen the ties.”
Hermione glared at the blond.
“He cares about me, Malfoy, so keep that pretty mouth shut.”
He strode forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.
“No regrets?” he asked.
“Why would I regret this? I may have been drunk, but I wanted this.” she smiled.
“Good, because I enjoyed it.” he smirked.
“Me too.” she grinned.
The dining room clock chimed and Hermione wriggled out of Draco’s arms.
“Listen, Malfoy, I really have to go, thanks for last night, it was fun.” she said as she kissed his lips tenderly.
“Well, we will have to it again.” he smirked.
“Maybe.” she smiled, and with a flick of her wand, she was gone.
~*~
Draco walked slowly up the stairs of Malfoy Manor, and entered his room. There flung on his bureau was Hermione’s dress. He ran his fingers idly along the green satin sash that adorned the white dress, before picking it up and placing it on a hanger and hanging it in his wardrobe. He sighed as he looked at it, he could still feel the smoothness of her skin underneath his finger tips, could still feel the warmth of her breath on his collarbone.
There was only one person to blame for all this...Damn Potter.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Thank you SO much for all your amazing reviews! I never expect this sort of response when I posted it. It was ment to be a little bit of light hearted fun, but it turns out that I love writing it. I'm usually more of a one shot writer when focusing on D/Hr, but once I started writing this it turned in to a full story.
Ok, some of you are a little worried about the OOC of Lucius and Narcissa. The way I see it is that they have dealt with some pretty major angst between the two of them, and a little bit of laughter is needed for all of them. They are finally free of Voldemort's oppression, and have learned not to take life so seriously. Draco is still the arrogant Pureblood we all know and love, Lucius (or Luci as I so love to call him LOL) still is that much feared Death Eater he always was, but he had learned the error of his ways when it comes to Blood Purity. Narcissa on the other hand is just sick of the amount of airhead's that Draco brings home, so shes glad to see him with a intellectual being.
Hermione is so open and funny because she is drunk, she does not remember calling Lucius Luci, but she will be reminded in Ch 3 or 4. While Lucius is not fully supportive of Draco fornicating with Hermione, he recognises that there is nothing to gain by disliking the Muggleborn.
Thanks especially to: haahaafunnystuff, MidnightLilly, LadyBlueEyes, Dreamweaver, Paigeey07, Gryffindor_Slytherin, Moaner, Snape_Goddess, LondonMarie, Wicked, Lala, MsBentleySnape and Ichi.Ruki.
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Draco groaned as the bright sunlight filtered through his bedroom window, he reached over subconsciously and was met by cool empty sheets. He raised his head slightly in confusion, and then rolled over on to his back and yawned widely. He sat upright slowly as the pounding in his head became more intense. He looked around his room and his jaw dropped.
Why was Grangers dress casually thrown over his bureau? Where the hell was the little vixen? He grinned lazily as his memory pieced itself together, she was a firecracker in bed. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time, especially with a woman like her. A ‘real woman’ as she would put it.
He opened his draw and pulled out a white vest and pyjama pants to cover his naked body, two sightings in two days would surely kill his old mother. Draco groaned once more as he thought of his fathers reaction, it was almost comedic. He had been completely out of character last night and it scared Draco, sure his father had spoken several times about the decreasing virility of Pureblood families, but he didn’t think he would react that well to find him cavorting with Hermione Granger.
His mother however had graced Hermione with a genuine smile, not one of her most fooling false attempts. Sure she had berated him about Hermione being drunk, but she had not gone all out about who she was. His mother had become a firm supporter of Hermione Grangers elfin cause, after she had heard all its main ideals. When the S.P.E.W. Society had been passed as a law, Narcissa had laughed openly as Lucius discussed wages with the elves. Much to his chagrin.
It was one of the said free elves that popped into view as Draco brushed his teeth, announcing that Mistress Cissy requested his presence for breakfast. Draco stood in front of the mirror and practiced his blank expression face. Something he had come to perfect over the years.
He slipped on his house slippers and walked quickly down to the dining room, only to be met by the sight of his fussing mother and a smiling Granger. His mother, to his horror, was laughing and pointing to a moving photograph of a small white haired child. He walked quickly and snatched the photo album out of Hermione’s hands and shut it with a loud snap. He glared at his mother and sat down next to his father, who was grinning at his mortification.
“Granger, are those my fathers boxers? He asked as he surveyed her plump derrière, “if you wanted to wear men's boxers, I’d have let you wear mine.”
“Your’s probably wouldn’t have fit over my arse, Malfoy.” she said as she picked up her tea cup and sipped elegantly.
“So, may I ask how this situation occurred?” asked Lucius.
Hermione snorted lightly and turned to Draco.
“Well, Mr Malfoy, I was telling Draco how he needs to stop dating bimbos and start looking for a real woman, I mean, the woman, and I say that loosely, who your son was with last night, my dress probably cost the same amount as her whole body. She was plastic from head to toe.” said Hermione with a smirk.
“Plastic? What do you mean by plastic?” he asked.
“It means they have had some form of Muggle surgery, to alter their looks, sort of like a permanent form of a Metamorphmagi.”
“Darling, where on earth do you meet these women?” asked Narcissa.
“Bars, clubs…” said Draco.
“Knockturn alley more like it.” grinned Hermione.
“Do you really want to open that can of flobberworms, Granger?” asked Draco.
Hermione flushed and shook her head. She really didn’t want to wander down that road.
“While we would love to sit and chat all morning, your mother and I are expected at Andromeda’s for lunch. Shall we darling?” he asked as he stood and offered his wife his hand.
“Certainly,” smiled Narcissa, she rested her hand on Hermione’s shoulder and smiled at the girl, “Don’t be a stranger, Hermione, owl me when you can.”
“I will, thank you for breakfast, Mrs Malfoy.” said Hermione.
“Stop that! Call me Cissy.” she laughed as Lucius tugged her elbow and motioned for the door.
She leaned over and kissed the smooth cheek of her son, mussing his hair up as she went.
“Be good children.” smirked Lucius.
Draco groaned and placed his head in his hands as the unusual sound of his fathers laughter rang through the manor.
“I don’t know what you’ve done, Granger, but they love you.” said Draco.
“Your mother practically dragged me from your bed this morning, said she wanted to ‘get to know me better’, I really like her, she seems so different from when I last met her.”
“Well having a homicidal maniac living in your home does that to you.” he said.
“That must have been horrible for you.” she empathised.
“It was, but enough about that. You were on fire last night, Granger!” smirked Draco.
Hermione smiled and nonchalantly brushed imaginary lint off her shoulder.
“I am the fire, Malfoy.” she grinned.
He threw caution to the wind and stretched across the table, grasping her shirt and yanking her towards him. He kissed her, hard and unyielding, on the mouth as she scrambled over the table and into his lap, returning his kiss with a burning eagerness.
“Fuck, Granger, I can’t get enough of you!” he said.
“It starts with want and turns into obsession.” she laughed as she rose up off him and sat on the edge of the table, her feet rested on his sides. She could see the hard outline of his turgid length through his silk pants and a pang of desire shot through her. She moaned wantonly and rubbed the sole of her foot along his leg, coming to rest on his pulsating cock.
He rushed to stand and yanked his pants down as hers fell to her ankles, he picked her up and slammed her down onto his shaft and she let out a long satisfied moan.
“Consider me obsessed, you naughty witch!” he said with a growl.
“Malfoy!” she gasped as he slammed up into her, she arched her back against the table and nearly purred as she moved on his cock. It filled her completely as she took it all into her, rising and falling, over and over again.
She shrieked as Draco stood and slammed her into the table, shaking the porcelain tea set as he rammed into her, she could feel the beginnings of her climax approaching as she wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist. He continued to pound into her quivering pussy, causing the table to drag across the floor with the power of his thrusts.
With a harsh cry, she tightened around his cock, coming hard. She arched up off the table as her core convulsed around Draco’s shaft, he gave a few shallow thrusts and emptied his seed into her womb with a grunt.
He rolled off her and onto the table, before turning and looking at her. She was grinning lazily and he had to laugh. She looked beautiful at that very moment, and thoroughly shagged.
She caught him looking at her and placed her hand over his face, laughing as she went.
He bit at her fingers as they danced over his mouth and over his nose, his skin tingled wherever she touched and he fought to suppress a shiver.
“I think I proved my point quite well, didn’t I?” she joked.
“Definitely, Granger, from now on, I wont shag anyone unless they have an arse like yours. All round and peachy.” he smirked.
“Thanks!” she laughed.
At that very moment a bright white stag burst through the doors of Malfoy Manor, its transparent hooves coming to a stop at the head of the dining room. It opened its mouth and Draco groaned.
“HERMIONE JANE GRANGER, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! I’M WORRIED SICK! CONTACT ME AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS!” roared Harry.
“What's this? I thought Potter was with the Weaselette? Don't tell me he gets to shag this delectable arse too?” joked Draco.
“Oh shit, I left Harry by himself at that benefit!” cried Hermione as she scrambled to find Lucius’ boxer shorts.
“Granger,” he said as he grabbed her, trying to calm her down, “Are you shagging Potter?”.
“No! That’s just disgusting, Malfoy, he’s like my brother!” she said as she pulled the shorts up over the arse that Draco was now extremely fond of.
“Then slow down, your twenty three now Granger, Potter needs to loosen the ties.”
Hermione glared at the blond.
“He cares about me, Malfoy, so keep that pretty mouth shut.”
He strode forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.
“No regrets?” he asked.
“Why would I regret this? I may have been drunk, but I wanted this.” she smiled.
“Good, because I enjoyed it.” he smirked.
“Me too.” she grinned.
The dining room clock chimed and Hermione wriggled out of Draco’s arms.
“Listen, Malfoy, I really have to go, thanks for last night, it was fun.” she said as she kissed his lips tenderly.
“Well, we will have to it again.” he smirked.
“Maybe.” she smiled, and with a flick of her wand, she was gone.
~*~
Draco walked slowly up the stairs of Malfoy Manor, and entered his room. There flung on his bureau was Hermione’s dress. He ran his fingers idly along the green satin sash that adorned the white dress, before picking it up and placing it on a hanger and hanging it in his wardrobe. He sighed as he looked at it, he could still feel the smoothness of her skin underneath his finger tips, could still feel the warmth of her breath on his collarbone.
There was only one person to blame for all this...Damn Potter.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Thank you SO much for all your amazing reviews! I never expect this sort of response when I posted it. It was ment to be a little bit of light hearted fun, but it turns out that I love writing it. I'm usually more of a one shot writer when focusing on D/Hr, but once I started writing this it turned in to a full story.
Ok, some of you are a little worried about the OOC of Lucius and Narcissa. The way I see it is that they have dealt with some pretty major angst between the two of them, and a little bit of laughter is needed for all of them. They are finally free of Voldemort's oppression, and have learned not to take life so seriously. Draco is still the arrogant Pureblood we all know and love, Lucius (or Luci as I so love to call him LOL) still is that much feared Death Eater he always was, but he had learned the error of his ways when it comes to Blood Purity. Narcissa on the other hand is just sick of the amount of airhead's that Draco brings home, so shes glad to see him with a intellectual being.
Hermione is so open and funny because she is drunk, she does not remember calling Lucius Luci, but she will be reminded in Ch 3 or 4. While Lucius is not fully supportive of Draco fornicating with Hermione, he recognises that there is nothing to gain by disliking the Muggleborn.
Thanks especially to: haahaafunnystuff, MidnightLilly, LadyBlueEyes, Dreamweaver, Paigeey07, Gryffindor_Slytherin, Moaner, Snape_Goddess, LondonMarie, Wicked, Lala, MsBentleySnape and Ichi.Ruki.
Please Review!