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The Secrets Women Keep
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
41,152
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The next few months
“Draco, are you sure that this is necessary?” Hermione felt the soft, silky material of her dress. Over the past few months life at the Manor included some pleasant changes for Hermione. She was allowed to wear clothes, the finest of course. Draco loved having trendsetting fashion designers dress Hermione in elegant yet sexy ensembles. She was allowed to tour the library, and pass a few hours reading whatever caught her fancy, but most importantly Lucius stopped frequenting her as much. Now that he no longer intended to produce more offspring he spent his time with women that he thought were “better” suited for him.
The flip side however was that Draco spent more and more time with her each passing day. He put in less time in his position at the new ministry, thought he never missed any of his appointment with Voldemort. Where before it had been Hermione and Abraxas alone for days at a time, there was hardly a minute where Draco was not at her side, caressing her, and making plans for their future offspring. She was glad however that he did not interfere with her spending time with Abrazas, and often commended her on her motherly skills.
Unfortunately, he had created a nursery next to his bedroom so that Hermione could sleep next to him every night without fretting over the baby. “I want you focused on me making love to you, to remember what it was like to conceive our children”. He “made love” to her constantly, so that the bites on her neck, and breasts were almost ever present, and her pussy was constantly filled with his seed. Hermione knew it was only a matter of time before she would become pregnant. She feared this a lot, for a sweet and caring as Draco could be he would cling to her desperate for her love and attention. He has even taken to suckling her before he made love to her each night. Her nipples were swollen, and now that Abraxas began teething she was constantly aware of her breasts.
“Of course it is necessary.” Draco’s voice took her out of her thoughts, he looked at her reflection in the mirror. His eyes caressed her curves with so much passion it sent shivers up her spine.
“I want everyone to know how much I love you.” He reached around her and held her in a tight embrace, and slowly inched his hand up to her left breast. The slight pressure caused her breast to pucker, expecting someone to drink from her. Draco did not miss this, and slowly started to remove her dress.
“I love your breasts, I think I will enjoy seeing them full for many years to come”
Hermione tried her best not to stiffen at his touch, she had learned not to deny him. While he had never beaten her, the only time she tried to deny him her breast, he had slapped her and then forced himself on her.
“These breasts are mine, as well as your pussy and you will never deny them to me. I also agree that you should start weaning Abraxas, I want to enjoy your breasts by myself for a while”
He slowly lead her to their bed, and laid between her legs and took her breast into his mouth and started suckling from her. Hermione felt him flick his wand and then the skin to skin contact.
“We are going to be very happy together, darling.”
Hermione did not feel at ease, and being the brightest witch of her age knew something was wrong, life was about to take an unexpected turn.
The flip side however was that Draco spent more and more time with her each passing day. He put in less time in his position at the new ministry, thought he never missed any of his appointment with Voldemort. Where before it had been Hermione and Abraxas alone for days at a time, there was hardly a minute where Draco was not at her side, caressing her, and making plans for their future offspring. She was glad however that he did not interfere with her spending time with Abrazas, and often commended her on her motherly skills.
Unfortunately, he had created a nursery next to his bedroom so that Hermione could sleep next to him every night without fretting over the baby. “I want you focused on me making love to you, to remember what it was like to conceive our children”. He “made love” to her constantly, so that the bites on her neck, and breasts were almost ever present, and her pussy was constantly filled with his seed. Hermione knew it was only a matter of time before she would become pregnant. She feared this a lot, for a sweet and caring as Draco could be he would cling to her desperate for her love and attention. He has even taken to suckling her before he made love to her each night. Her nipples were swollen, and now that Abraxas began teething she was constantly aware of her breasts.
“Of course it is necessary.” Draco’s voice took her out of her thoughts, he looked at her reflection in the mirror. His eyes caressed her curves with so much passion it sent shivers up her spine.
“I want everyone to know how much I love you.” He reached around her and held her in a tight embrace, and slowly inched his hand up to her left breast. The slight pressure caused her breast to pucker, expecting someone to drink from her. Draco did not miss this, and slowly started to remove her dress.
“I love your breasts, I think I will enjoy seeing them full for many years to come”
Hermione tried her best not to stiffen at his touch, she had learned not to deny him. While he had never beaten her, the only time she tried to deny him her breast, he had slapped her and then forced himself on her.
“These breasts are mine, as well as your pussy and you will never deny them to me. I also agree that you should start weaning Abraxas, I want to enjoy your breasts by myself for a while”
He slowly lead her to their bed, and laid between her legs and took her breast into his mouth and started suckling from her. Hermione felt him flick his wand and then the skin to skin contact.
“We are going to be very happy together, darling.”
Hermione did not feel at ease, and being the brightest witch of her age knew something was wrong, life was about to take an unexpected turn.