New Beginnings

Chapter 21 At the Beginning with you

Author's Note: I will be moving and starting a new job soon. I won't be able to update for a couple of weeks. For the readers of Behind Closed Doors, I will update that story as soon as I finish the most recent chapter.
Thanks for your patience.


The morning sunshine streamed in through the slightly parted drapes. Hermione gave a sigh as she stretched, like a contented cat, and began to wake up. She felt a warm hand caress her side before gently fondling her breast.
“You’re not supposed to be in here…Ahhhh…” Draco squeezed her nipple as he captured her mouth in a kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer to her. Draco’s hand wandered downward, caressing the curve of her belly, moaning as he moved her hand to feel his hardness. Hermione gasped when his fingers brushed her oversensitive clit. Draco merely looked into her eyes and smiled as he parted her legs, allowing himself better access, then took her left nipple into his mouth.
Hermione moaned softly as Draco took his time pleasuring her. She had wanted to be ‘traditional’, the whole groom not seeing the bride before the wedding and stuff, but Draco pointed out that they were anything but a traditional couple. She had almost gotten angry with him when he said that. At the time, she had every intention of storming out of the room and sleeping downstairs. She was that angry. Fortunately, his seeker reflexes kicked in and he caught her at the bedroom door. She turned her back to him, trying to stay angry with him for his insensitive comment, as he pulled her close to him.

“My love, I only say that we are not a traditional couple because we spend the better part of our childhood disliking each other. Then you showed up in my office, 9 years later, and we fell in love in 24 hours. That is not traditional.” He began to caress her belly, lovingly. “In four months, we’re going to be parents. Our love is so massive that we created a life before we could say ‘I do’. That is not traditional. It’s wonderful, it’s a blessing, and it’s a dream come true but ‘traditional’? Not so much.” Hermione’s anger had already melted away by this time and she was losing herself in Draco’s words and his touch. “Will you come back to bed with me?” He whispered in her ear as he gently sucked her earlobe.

“Yes” was all she could say. The rest of the evening was filled with blissful passion until they fell asleep, exhausted, in each other’s arms. Draco lifted his head and looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes.

“I need you, Hera.” She sat up and met his kisses again. Her nails running down his back; leaving red lines and making him hiss with pleasure. Draco stood so she could remove his silk pajama pants.

‘Hmm, he usually sleeps naked, I wonder where he was.’ The thought was fleeting as Draco eased back the covers and gazed upon her womanly body. His erection told her that her new curves were to his liking. He knelt on the bed with his knee between her legs. They locked eyes as he caressed her body; both breathing deeply as they reveled in the wonderful sensations. He smiled at her, his eyes filled with love and lust.
“I need you,” he said in a quiet voice. So quiet, in fact, it took Hermione’s breath away. She laced her fingers with his and guided him to the bed. Without a word, she straddled him and began to rub her wet pussy against his hungry cock. He wanted more, so much more. Draco slowly rocked his hips, trying to gain more contact. His eyes filled with longing, needed for this connection. Hermione stroked his cheek, lovingly, as she adjusted her hips ever so slightly. They both moaned as they joined. He pulled her to him, kissing her softly on the lips before helping her to sit up again. “I want to watch you, Love.” Hermione simply smiled as she began to ride his cock slowly. They could feel the pressure quickly building within them, despite their leisurely pace. Their hands were clasped as the stared into each other’s eyes. The only sounds in the room were their rapid breathing. Hermione squeezed his hands tighter as she gasped softly and her body began to shake. She shut her eyes tight as the powerful orgasm washed over her.

“Hermione, look at me.”

She looked into his silver eyes and she felt their souls meld. Her eyes welled up with tears, as her emotions overtook her.

“I love you, Hermione,” he whispered. Draco thrust into her harder, deeper, making her gasp for air. “Oh yes, Angel…” He came deep inside of her, his body was ridged but he never took his eyes off her. Slowly, Draco pulled Hermione into his arms as he rolled onto his side. He peppered her face with kisses before gently resting his forehead against her.

“I love you,” she said quietly. He stroked her hair and back, lovingly. Her body trembled with orgasmic aftershocks from his touch. They closed their eyes, losing themselves in the intimacy of the moment until they heard.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

“Mia? Mia Love… It’s time to get up.” Before they could move, Blythe had walked into the darkened room and approached the bed. “Mia? Oh!! Draco!! What are you doing in here? No, don’t answer that, I know what you’re doing in here and you’re not supposed to be in here.” Draco rolled onto his back, pulling Hermione close to him. She settled her head on his chest.

“Good Morning, Blythe. Did you sleep well?” She gave him an annoyed smile.

“Yes I did, thank you very much and that is what your betrothed was supposed to be doing. You’re not supposed to see her before the wedding, Draco.” He smiled smugly.

“What, are you afraid that I’m going to get her knocked up before we’re married? It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” Hermione gave him a playful smack on his chest.
“You’re incorrigible, Draco. Breakfast is ready and yes, the elves made enough for a small army.” She looked at Hermione, “You have an appointment with Kyan at 12pm, don’t forget. We will have to floo back to the loft then take a taxi to the salon from there. Now get a move on, you two. Lots to do. The service is a 6pm and there’s a lot to do before then.”

“Blythe, it’s only 830am, what’s the rush?” Draco asked, amused at her nervousness.

“Rushing now means no rushing later. Now move it. I expect the two of you downstairs in 15 minutes.” She turned and left the room. Draco and Hermione looked at each other, blankly; then rested their heads together once again.

“Good Morning, Love.” He kissed her, gently, on the nose.

“Good Morning,” she smiled.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you nervous?” He paused.

“About marrying you, not in the least; about messing up your day, terrified.”

“My day? It’s our day.”

“No, My Love. The day, is for the bride; all of the pretty things and the pictures, that is all for you. The night, on the other hand, is all for me. I’m going to bask in the loveliness of MY WIFE for as long as we are both conscious.” He kissed her lips ever so softly. “I have a little confession to make. Do you know why I came up here this morning?” Hermione shook her head, no. “I wanted to shag you one last time as a single witch. That was my intention. Then I saw you sleeping and…you took my breath away. All I wanted was to be inside of you, to be one with you. At that moment, feeling you was more important than air.” Draco’s cheeks turned pink. Hermione kissed him gently as she stroked his face.

“We have got to get up.” She said with a smile. Draco looked at her confused. They had a little bit more time before they had to be downstairs, why was she rushing. “Love, if I stay in bed with you for one more minute, we won’t make it to breakfast.” She smiled and threw back the covers. Draco laughed as he sat up and started to get out of bed.

“Can we tell Blythe to wait 10 more minutes so we can take a shower together?” He asked, hopefully.
Hermione turned to look at him, giving him a ‘Malfoy smirk’. “Lover, you take much longer than 10 minutes. Thanks Gods. You would’ve been replaced long ago if you only lasted 10 minutes.”

He gave her a mock dirty look, “You think you’re funny, don’t you? Huh?” Hermione did her best to sprint for the door but as usual, he caught her with very little effort on his part. She had her robe in her hand; now she was pinned, face down, to the bedroom door. He teasingly rubbed his hot length along her bum. “Not so funny now, is it, Love?

“Draco, please…” he could feel her trembling.

“Please what, Lover? Is something wrong?”

Hermione whimpered. He kissed her ever so gently on the temple as his hand slowly caressed the length of the front of her body, finally settling over her warm mound.

“Until later, my bride. I love you.” He pulled away from her, leaving Hermione panting as she leaned against the door for support. Draco draped her robe over her shoulders and turned to retrieve his.

“You’re mean,” she whispered.

“And you love it. Now come on, it’s time for breakfast.”

~*~

Hermione sat at her vanity staring at her reflection. Her hair was fashioned in a partial up-do with ringlets framing her face. She wore a crystal tiara in her hair. Draco wanted her to have diamonds but she convinced him to donate the difference in cost to the magical animal preserve. She wore a thick white terry robe and white slippers that Blythe had picked out for her. Anissa at Elizabeth Arden had done her makeup. It was subtle but nice for pictures. The French manicure looked lovely and set her engagement ring off nicely. She turned to look at the dress that was hanging on the mannequin. It was perfect. Cream, off the shoulders with an empire waistline, when she put it on, it skimmed her body perfectly. It didn’t accentuate her belly but it didn’t hide it either and the top made her breasts look awesome. Draco’s eyes were going to pop out of his head when he saw her in this dress. It accentuated all of the parts of her that turned him of the most. Her ever growing breasts and newly found curves.

There was a knock at the door that brought Hermione out of her musing. She assumed it was Blythe with Kelly. She had left a while ago to go pick her up.

“Come in,” she said, quietly, not turning around. When she looked up, she saw Blaise standing at the door smiling at her.

“You look like a princess, do you realize that?” Hermione started to blush. He walked over to her and knelt down. He touched her face ever so gently, she closed her eyes.

“All my life, I’ve always wanted a sister to love and take care. Draco was kind enough to bring you into our lives. From this day forward, its official, we’re family.” Blaise reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box. With a wordless spell, the box grew in size. “This is for you. I had one made for each of us.” Hermione opened the box and gasped, softly. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. “Oh, Mia, don’t cry. Blythe will kill me if I’m the reason your makeup gets ruined.” She starts to laugh. “I can put it on you, if you would like?” Hermione could only nod. Blaise took the white and yellow gold watch out of the box and fastened it to her wrist. They put their wrists together, admiring their watches. “You see, on the faces, we have half of the Zabini family crest and half the Malfoy family crest. It’s something that all ours, just the 4 of us. When Chloe, and this little one,” he rubbed her belly gently, “get bigger, I will have one made for them, too.”
“Blaise, I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful and so thoughtful.” He smiled, lovingly.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just be happy and know that we are family and we will be here for you just like you’re here for us, because we love you.” Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as she could. Blaise smiled and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Mia, anything for my sister. Now, I better get out of here before my wife gets back and kicks my arse for getting in the way of ‘witch stuff’. I love Mia. Congratulations, babe.”

“Thank you, Blaise. I love you, too.”

~*~

“Hermione, sit down, we have a few things for you.” Kelly led her to the loveseat near the fireplace.
“I told you guys not to get me anything. I just wanted you here with me that was my gift.” The three women rolled their eyes and shook their heads.

“These aren’t gifts, they are bridal necessities.” Minerva said, with a smile. “I’ll go first. For your something old, I present you with these diamond earrings. They were worn my mother, her mother, her mother and her mother before that. Hermione Darling, you are the daughter I’ve always wanted and I thank Merlin that you’ve allowed me to be a part of your life. I love you, Dear.” The elder witch hugged her and kissed her gently on the cheek.

Hermione dabbed her eyes, trying not to ruin her makeup. “Minerva, you became my family when I lost everything. I love you…thank you.”

“My turn” Blythe stepped forward. “Your something new was taken care of by Blaise and of course, Draco” she rubbed Hermione belly gently, making her smile. “So I have your something borrowed.” She knelt down next to her and opened a long thin box. “I wore this for my wedding. Blaise had it made for me. He knew how much I loved rainbows so he had this bracelet of magical stones made for me. I’m honored to be sharing your special day with you, Mia. You are my best friend, you are my sister. I love you.” The women hugged and Hermione did her best not to cry. Blythe smiled. “It’s ok, Love, I can fix your makeup if you start to cry.”

“Thank you, Blythe. Thank you for everything. I love you.”

Kelly stepped forward and smiled as she knelt next to Hermione and placed a handkerchief in her hand. “Hey Kiddo, I remember a talkative little girl telling me that she didn’t care if she ever got married; she wanted to take the world by storm. One world wasn’t enough; you had to have two, didn’t you?” Hermione smiled, Minerva and Blythe laughed. “When you came back, there was such sadness in your eyes, you had seen so much in your short life. I had hope that going to university would be a happier time for you. When you came to me and told me about your mum and dad’s accident, I saw the strongest woman I know crumple. You lay in my lap and cried, you thought you wouldn’t survive but somehow you found the strength to carry on. You are one remarkable woman, Hermione.” The younger woman blushed. Kelly cleared her throat, this part was going to be hard; she was going to have to focus and try not to let her voice crack. “A few months after your parents’ accident, I received a call from their solicitor; he asked me to come to his office. When I got there he gave me two envelopes and this box from your parents.” Kelly opened the first letter and began to read,

“Kelly Dear,
If you’re reading this, it means that something happened to us and Hermione is safe. Please take care of our girl, you are her family now. She loves you, she trusts you, be there for her now that we can’t be.
Mr. Olliver should give you another envelope and a box. These are for Hermione on her wedding day. Read the letter to her; then give her the box. We trust you, Kelly. You will know what to do.
Please let Hermione know how much we love her and how proud we have always been of her.
Thank you, Kelly. We know this won’t be easy.
All of our love,
Alisha and Jack Granger”

Hermione was crying; Kelly squeezed her hand then opened the second envelope and began to read.

“Our dearest Mina-Bear,
We wish could be with you today to share in your joy but it was not meant to be. Know that you were the daughter that parents dream of; loving, caring, intelligent, determined… We could go on forever listing your virtues. You are a blessing and we thanked God every day for allowing us to be your parents.
Kelly has something for you. (Kelly hands Hermione the box; she opened it slowly and gasped.) This necklace was made for you by Grandmummy Granger on the day of your birth. She wanted this to be your ‘something blue’ for your wedding. We can’t be there with you, Darling Mina, but a part of your loving family will be with you on your special day.

We wish you love, joy and a blissfully happy marriage, and many, many children. We know, as much as you’ve been afraid to say it out loud, you’ve always dreamed of having it all. The career, the happy marriage and the house full of children. We know you settle for nothing less.
All our love and blessings forever and ever,
Mummy and Daddy”

Kelly knelt up and embraced her friend and Hermione sobbed. As happy as she was to be marrying Draco, she missed her parents desperately. The fact her parents realized that they may not live to attend her wedding, for whatever reason, and arranged for their presence to be felt was a blessing for Hermione, no matter how much it hurt.

Kelly sat back and blotted Hermione’s tears with the handkerchief. It had been Hermione’s mother’s that she carried on her wedding day but now was not the time to tell her that. She removed the necklace from the box and clasped it at the back of Hermione’s neck. She kissed her friend on both cheeks, squeezed her hands before moving to sit next to her. Minerva moved to the back of the sofa and gently rubbed Hermione’s shoulder as Blythe positioned herself in front of her. She gave her a diluted calming potion before she started using a handful of appearance spells to rid Hermione’s face of the puffy, redness around her eyes, and the tear streaked cheeks. Blythe fixed her makeup and cast a simple ‘shield’ on her from the effects of crying; she could cry and her makeup wouldn’t run, her eyes wouldn’t get puffy and her nose wouldn’t get red and runny.

Blythe leaned forward and kissed Hermione gently on the lips. “Perfectly beautiful, as always. I just need to freshen up your lipstick and you’re all set.” When she was finished she stood and helped Hermione to her feet. “Are you ready for your reveal?” She nodded. Blythe led her to her dressing room, with the 3 way mirrors. Before they walked into the room, Kelly attached Hermione’s veil and they told her to close her eyes. When she was positioned in front of the mirrors they told her to open eyes. She gasped.

“I…I look pretty.” She looked surprised.

“You look beautiful, Love.”

Hermione examined her appearance. Her dress really did look beautiful. The fabric was encrusted with crystals that matched her tiara. Her eyes were drawn to the necklace; it was exquisite. A very large pear shaped sapphire hung from a chain that was set with round diamonds, graduating from large to small from the sapphire to the clasp. She looked at the ears, from Minerva, they matched perfectly; round diamonds with a pear shaped diamond hanging below it. Her eyes drifted to her wrist; her heart started to pound. Blaise said that she was family. That meant the world to her. Hermione dabbed her tears with the handkerchief that Kelly gave her and exhaled slowly.
“I’m ready.”

~*~

The conservatory was aglow with floating white pillar candles. Scattered amongst the exotic and magical greenery were several different varieties of aromatic white flowers whose scents complemented each other perfectly. Draco spared no expense to make the scene absolutely perfect. Blaise had booked the florists and horticulturalists, making each sign an unbreakable ‘confidentiality contract’ before they were able to meet their actual client. When Draco entered the room, they all began to salivate, imagining the money they could make from the tabloids when they sold the information about Draco Malfoy’s wedding.

“I’d like to remind you, ladies and gentlemen, the contract that you signed is binding and unbreakable. More accurately put, it’s an unbreakable pledge. If any of you are compelled to reveal anything information regarding this event, you will pay with your lives.”

“You can’t do that! That’s illegal!” One woman yelled.

“Actually, Madame Giselle, it’s not. It was all spelled out in black and white in the contract you signed. See for yourselves, you have a copy in front of you. I assure you, it’s exactly the same as the originals that are now in our safe. Didn’t you read the contract before you signed it?” The woman sat down, her distaste was more than evident.

“Now that the formalities are out of the way, Mr. Malfoy has a lot of work for each of you and you will not have much time to accomplish it so you best pay close attention.”

They had out done themselves. Everything was beautiful. This was one of Draco’s gifts to Hermione. She had never seen this part of the manor and he wanted it to look like a perfect fairy garden, complete with fairies. He had to do some major convincing to get the fairies to attention the ceremony; they weren’t fond of coming out in the wintertime. But when he told them about Hermione and their love story, they agreed, for a price that he was not willing to discuss.

“Are you nervous, D?” Blaise gave Draco a firm pat on the back. He turned around and Blaise actually took a step back. “D, are you ok?” Draco’s eyes were glassy, his hands were shaking and he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“What if she changed her mind and bolts? What if she thinks that I turned back into ‘the old Draco’ as she put it? I’m fucking scared to death!! I’m not sure if I’m having a meltdown or if my head is going to explode!!!” Blaise pulled his brother into a bear hug and heard Draco whimpered helplessly.

Blaise pulled back, and saw the terrified look in Draco’s eyes. He was unraveling fast. “Here, drink this.” He handed him a stopped vial containing a paint blue liquid.

“What is it?”
“A diluted calming draught; Blythe and I made this up for the two of you, just in case either of you needed it. And before you ask, its fine for Mia to have, it won’t hurt the baby, we checked with Blythe’s mediwitch, just to be sure.” The draught started working immediately and Draco’s breathing started to calm.

“Thank you.”

“That’s my job, Bro.” Blaise felt the galleon in his pocket get hot. “Our lovely ladies are on their way. We need to get into position.”

~*~

Soft music began to play when Hermione stepped into the conservatory. She gasped softly as she wondered at the beautiful plants and flowers. When she reached the sacred circle she saw her loved ones waiting for her. Then her eyes met Draco’s; she did her best not to cry. He looked so handsome in his dress robes, black silk with velvet accents. He took her breath away. Blythe walked her around the circle then brought her to Draco. They stood before a polished marble altar, aglow with candles. Blythe took her place next to Blaise; they had obtained special permission from the Ministry, they became ordained priest and priestess, it was one of their gifts to Draco and Hermione.

The music softened and Blaise began to speak,
“We call upon you in the guise of Eros,
Kindler of desire,
Bringer of love,
to join us here and witness the bonding
of Hermione and Draco.”

Blythe continued,

“We call upon you in the guise of Aphrodite,
Always desirous one,
Sensual lover,
to join us here and witness the joining
of Draco and Hermione.”

“Do you Hermione Jean join us here
of your own free will, to acknowledge before
the Lord and Lady the bond that is shared
between yourself and Draco Lucius?”

Hermione looked at Blaise then at Draco and smile, “Yes.”

“Do you Draco Lucius join us here
of your own free will, to acknowledge before
the Lord and Lady the bond that is shared
between yourself and Hermione Jean?”

Hermione looked at Blythe then at Hermione and smile, “Yes.”

They turned and faced each other; a single tear ran down Hermione’s cheek. Draco wiped it away with his thumb before squeezing her hands tightly in his. Hermione smiled at him, then took a slow deep breath and began to speak.


“My dearest Draco, from the moment you kissed me, I knew that I wanted to spend forever with you. You are my knight in shining armor, my lover, my best friend, my soul-mate. You taught me that I am how to love without fear; with my whole heart and soul. You are truly the other half of me.” She kissed his hands and took another slow deep breath and smiled, almost nervously.

“Many, many years ago, I found this poem and I knew it would be perfect to recite for the love of my life on our wedding day. As time went by, I started to believe that this day would never come. That happiness and true love only exists in stories and movies. I have never been so happy to be proven wrong.” She squeezed his hands and smiled.

“Now we will feel no rain
For each of us will be shelter to each other.
And now we will feel no cold
For each of us will be warmth to each other.
Now there is no loneliness.
We are two bodies, but there is one life before us and one home.
When evening falls, I'll look to you and there you'll be.
And I'll take your hand and you'll take mine
And we'll turn together and we'll look to the road we traveled to reach this - The hour of our happiness.
It stretched far behind us, and our future lies ahead -
A long and winding road where every turning means discovery
All the hopes, new laughter, shared tears,
The adventure has just begun.”

She looked at Draco, his face was wet with tears but he was smiling at her. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed them gently. His voice was a bit shaky when he began to speak.

“I’ve practiced this over and over in front of the mirror so I wouldn’t mess it up and now I’m standing her before you and all I can do is cry. Cry because my heart is bursting with joy. Cry because the wounds of a lifetime are finally healing. Cry because all of my dreams are coming true because of you. Hera, I thank you for trusting me, for loving me, for being the love of my life. You are a blessing, a gift and I will honor and cherish you as long as there is breath in my body.” Hermione’s body was trembling as she tried to hold back her tears. “I’m going to try this, I hope you like.” He cleared his throat a bit.

“If there are regrets,
let them be for things unimagined, unattained
songs unsung, passions sadly tainted.
To these regrets add one,
love reserved, restrained.
People who are treasured,
as I treasure you,
can be separated by distance and time.
Yet upon reuniting resume,
as they had never been apart.
Because in out hearts,
we have always been together.”

“Hermione, I am blessed and honored to be your husband. I love you.” He kissed her hands again; then stroked her cheek.

Blaise took their joined left hands and the braided cord and began,

“Will you cause her pain?”

“I may,” Draco replied

“Is that you intent?”

“No.”

Blythe turned to Hermione,

“Will you cause him pain?”

“I may.”

“Is that you intent?”

“No.”

They looked at both of them and spoke in unison.

“Will you share each other's pain and seek to ease it?”

“Yes.”

“And so the binding is made.”

Blaise draped the cord across Hermione and Draco’s hands.

“Will you share his laughter?” He smiled at Mia

“Yes.”

“Will you share her laughter?” Blythe smiled at Draco

“Yes.”

To both of them,

“Will both of you look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?”

“Yes.”

“And so the binding is made.”

Blythe draped the cord across Hermione and Draco’s hands.

“Will you burden him?”

“I may.”

“Is that you intent?”

“No.”

“Will you burden her?”

“I may.”

“Is that your intent?”

“No.”

“Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?”
Yes

“And so the binding is made.”
Blaise draped the cord across Hermione and Draco’s hands.

“Will you share his dreams?”

“Always…”

“Will you share her dreams?”

“Definitely.”

“Will you dream together to create new realities and hopes?”

“Yes.”

“And so the binding is made.”
Blythe draped the cord across Hermione and Draco’s hands.

“Will you cause her anger?”

“More likely, than not.” Draco laughed.

“Is that you intent?”

“Never.”

“Will you cause him anger?”

“Oh Definitely…” Hermione grinned.

“Is that your intent?”

“Most of the time, No…” Blythe and Blaise shake their heads and smile.

“Will you take the heat of anger and use it to temper the strength of this union?”

“We always do.” They smiled at each other, lovingly, as they laughed.

“And so the binding is made.”
Blaise draped the cord across Hermione and Draco’s hands.

“Will you honor him?”

“Always.”

“Will you honor her?”

“Always.”

“Will you seek to never give cause to break that honor?”

“We shall never do so.”

“And so the binding is made.”
Blaise draped the cord across Hermione and Draco’s hands.

Blythe tied the chord ends together while saying, “The knots of this binding are not formed by these chords but instead by your vows. Either of you may drop the chords, for as always, you hold in your own hands the making or breaking of this union.”

Blythe wiped a stray tear as she removed the chord from the hands of her ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ and placed it on the altar.

Draco and Hermione looked into each other’s eyes, both took a nervous deep breath; then spoke in unison,

“Heart to thee,
Soul to thee,
Body to thee,
Forever and always,
So mote it be.”

“So mote it be,” said the guests.

Draco picked up a small seashell and placed its contents in his hand. He took Hermione’s hand in his and looked into her eyes.

“Hera, I give you this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love and devotion.” He slid the diamond band onto her finger then kissed her fingers.

Hermione removed the contents from the second seashell and took Draco’s hand in hers. “My dearest Draco, I give you this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love and devotion.” She slid the platinum band onto his finger then kissed his fingers and smiled at him. They joined hands then looked at Blaise and Blythe.

“At this time, we ask each of you to come and give your love and blessings to the couple.” Kelly and Minerva hugged and kissed Draco and Hermione as did Blaise and Blythe before they continued the ceremony.

When everyone was back in their places, the ceremony continued. Blythe presented Hermione with the sword; for a moment, she stares at it, her heart pounding as she remembered. She looked at Draco; he had a similar look of awe as Blaise presented him with the chalice. Reverently, he took it and knelt before Hermione, holding the chalice up to her.

“As the sword is to the male…” his voice was strong as he looked into her eyes.

“So the cup is to the female…” her voice was airy but strong as she sank the tip of the blade into the wine filled chalice. They looked into each other’s eyes and continued together, “And conjoined, they become one in truth.”

Hermione placed the sword on the altar and cupped Draco’s face in her hands, kissing him, chastely, on the lips. He offered her the chalice; she drank then kissed him again. Draco drank from the chalice then Hermione offered the chalice to Blaise, kissing him before he drank. This continued around the circle.

Next, Draco presented Hermione with the silver platter of Panettone*. Again, she took lowered to sword, slicing into the bread. Hermione’s voice was clear and strong as she spoke.

“Bless this food into our bodies; bestowing health, wealth, strength, joy and peace. Fill our hearts with perfect love and perfect happiness.”

They sliced the bread.

“May we always have enough to share.” Hermione offered the bread to Draco.
“We will.” Draco smirked at her.
Everyone laughed.

They shared the bread with their guests then prepared for the end of the ceremony. Draco and Hermione held hands and smiled at each other.

Blythe started, “We thank you, Aphrodite, for your presence among us,
And as you take your leave, we ask that
you leave among us, in each of us, the
ability to each be Sensual Lover, and
desirous one.
Hail and farewell.”

Blaise continued, “We thank you Eros, for your presence here this day,
And ask, as you take your leave, that you
leave in each of us, the ability to be
a Bringer of desire, and kindler of love.
Hail and farewell.”

Blythe smiled at the happy couple and squeezed Blaise's hand, “Like a stone should your love endure. Like a star should your love be constant. Let the powers of the mind and of the intellect guide you in your union, let the strength of your wills bind you together, let the power of love and desire make you happy, and the strength of your dedication make you inseparable. Be close, but not too close. Be nuturing and understanding. Have patience with one another, for storms will come, but they will quickly pass.”

“It is our honor, with the authority granted to us by the Ministry of Magic, and the Church of the Gilded Lily; it is our honor to now pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Draco, you may kiss your bride.” Everyone clapped as he pulled Hermione into his arms, and dipped her.

“You’re all mine now.” He smiled then kissed her passionately. He didn’t stop until he heard Chloe squeal with glee.

“You’re married! You’re married! Time for cake!” She ran jumped into Draco’s arms and wrapped her arms around both of them. Everyone laughed. They took photos, then had a nice dinner prepared by the elves and the wedding cake was from an elite muggle baker in London.

Blythe hugged Hermione tightly. “You look so happy.”

“I am, Blythe. I didn’t know I could be this happy.” Hermione rested her head on her friend’s shoulder as they looked at Draco and Blaise talking. “I can’t believe it, he’s really my husband… He’s really mine, Blythe.” She looked at him with a dreamy look in her eyes.

“Yep, he is. And I’ve never seen either of you so happy.” Draco looked over at the women and smiled as he walked towards them.

“Excuse me, Blythe; I need to do this.” He pulled Hermione into his arms; he ran his finger along her chin, making her gasp softly at the gentleness of his touch. Draco captured her mouth, almost possessively, kissing her deeply as she melted into his arms. He pulled away and pressed his lips to her ear.

“You’re all mine, Mrs. Malfoy and I’m never letting you go.” Hermione sighed as she rested her forehead against Draco’s.

“This feels like a dream, a blissfully wonderful dream.”

“It’s not a dream, Angel, its real. And it’s only going to get better.” Hermione felt Draco’s lips on hers again; she gasped as he squeezed her bum and pressed her against him. On the other side of the room, Blythe, Blaise, Kelly and Minerva smiled as they watched the happy couple. Chloe was completely oblivious to what the adults were doing; she was engrossed in her slice of cake.

“I think it’s time we give the newlyweds some privacy.” Minerva said, with a motherly smile. The others nodded in agreement. Blaise cleared his throat loud enough to get Draco’s attention. He pulled away from Hermione, she blushed slightly.

“Hey, D, we’re going to get out of here. We’ll take Kelly home, ok?”

“Ok. Thank you for everything, Blaise.” Draco hugged him.

“You’re welcome, Bro.”

“We’re family, Mia and we always will be.” Blaise hugged and kissed her. The women said their goodbyes, exchanging hugs and kisses.

The living room was silent when the last guest left. Hermione was looking at some of the photos that were taken during the ceremony by the elves and the photographer. Draco walked up behind her and began to place baby kisses on her neck. She rested her head on his shoulder as sighed softly as his hand caressed her sides. He turned her around to face him and captured her in a passionate kiss. She moaned as he pulled her closer, his hardness pressed against her belly.

“Mine…you’re all mine” he whispered, his low and filled with lust. Before she could speak, Draco apparated them to a different room in the manor. All Hermione saw were floating candles and a huge bed before Draco pinned her to the wall, kissing her, hungrily, greedily. Hermione gasped her beautiful dress fell to the floor. Draco caressed her curves as his kisses moved down her neck and across her collarbone.

Hermione ran her fingers through his hair as he knelt before her, suckling at her breast, his arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled at him as she stroked his cheek, “You look like a hungry little boy when you do.” Hermione yelped when Draco bit down on her nipple harder than she was expecting. The next thing she knew, she was on her back on the floor, Draco was leaning over her, in a foreboding manner.

“Little boy? I don’t think so, Mrs. Malfoy.” He captured her mouth in a punishing kiss as he squeezed her tender nipple. Hermione moaned and tried to press against him; eager to quell the hunger that was building inside of her.

“No!” He said sternly, making her jump from surprise. “My wife, my night, my rules…got it?” Hermione could only nod, confusing and fear was written all over her face. Draco saw the fear in her eyes; he stroked her cheek gently then kissed her softly on the lips.

“You’re going to love it, I promise.” He waited for her to respond, her moan was enough when he began to suck her nipples again. Draco kissed down her stomach, tickling her belly button with his tongue then spread her legs wide. Hermione could hardly breathe. With a feather light touch, he teased her inner thighs making her whimper.

“What? Is something wrong?” Hermione nodded, frantically.

“What’s wrong, Love?”

“M..More…please…” Draco smirked.

“I don’t know…”

“Please…” He heard the pleading tone in her voice; Draco merely smiled as he eased one then two fingers into her eager hole. “Oh yes…” she whispered, her hips rocking to meet his gentle thrusts. He could feel her getting closer to her peak; her body was glistening with sweat. As she began to moan and tighten around his fingers, Draco stopped. Hermione moaned in frustration.

“What? You wanted more, I gave you more.”

“Draco, Please… I need you.”

“You need me? For what, Hera? What do you need?” Hermione was trembling; her entire body was on fire…

“I need you inside of me…”

“But I just was…Isn’t that enough for you?” He teased, but his voice was dark.

“P..Please, Draco…Fuck me… Please…” He smirked.

“Such language from such a pretty mouth.” He teased her by running his moist fingers across her lips, making her whimper as she hungrily sucked her juices from his fingers.


Draco positioned himself between her legs and entered Hermione slowly. She let out a moan that made her whole body vibrate with pleasure. She met his thrusts, hungrily, as her orgasm built at a feverish pace. As she felt herself about to reach the top, Draco pulled at and looked her.

Hermione screamed, “Draco…gods! I’m so close… Please…Please don’t stop...”

“What do you want, Hera?” He had a playful, yet slightly evil glint in his eye.

“Please, Draco…I need it…”

“It? Tell me…”

She looked at him, fire in her eyes, “I need to come, please…fuck me hard, Draco…”

Draco only smiled and shook his head, no. He gently ran his fingers over her eyes.

“Close your eyes, Love.”

Hermione squeaked as she felt herself being levitated and moved through the air. Her breathing was erratic until she felt the softness of the duvet beneath her.

“Keep your eyes closed, Hera,” she nodded and bit her lip as she felt soft rope snake around her wrists and ankles.

“Draco?” Her voice was shaky, she opened her eyes; he could see she was nervous. He stroked her face, lovingly.

“Shhh, Love. Close your eyes and just feel. It’s ok, I promise.” He leaned in and licked around her lips. When she sighed, he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. She whimpered and tugged on the restraints as he kissed her cheeks then rested his lips against her ear. “You’re mine…All mine, Mrs. Malfoy. And I intend to taste and mark every inch of what is mine.” He licked the curve of her ear then gently bit her earlobe. Hermione tried to keep her breathing steady. Draco continued his sensual assault on her body, marking her breasts with tiny love bites before moving lower to pepper her rounded belly with kisses. He continued to lavish her body with kisses and tender licks, all the while whisper, “Mine…My sweet, beautiful wife.” Draco settled between Hermione’s legs and began to caress her warm, moist sex with his tongue. She writhed and moaned as she tugged at the restraints when his tongue grazed her tight rosebud. Hermione’s body began to tremble as she neared her climax. She tried to hold her breath to prolong the pleasure.

“Just let go, love… ” His voice was soothing as he led her to a mind numbing orgasm. Hermione was breathless, and her cheeks were pink when Draco slithered up her body and kissed her passionately. The restraints disappeared as he entered her in one smooth movement. Hermione cried out his name as she clung to him, thrusting against him hungrily seeking another release. Draco slowed his pace, teasing her.

“Draco, please…Harder…Please!!” She was begging him; he could see the hunger in her eyes.

“You want more, don’t you?” He smiled at her was he thrust into her slowly. Her breathing was erratic; her body was on fire. Draco smiled then, pulled away from her, rolling over onto his back. She whimpered with frustration as her fist hit the bed. He looked at her and feigned an innocent look. “What? You didn’t say anything so I thought, maybe you weren’t interested.” Hermione gave him a shocked looked then rolled over and impaled herself on his waiting cock. Draco groaned as her pussy squeezed him just right.

“Not interested?” She moved her hips in a circle, making him gasp then moan with pleasure. “Two can play this game, Mr. Malfoy.” Hermione leaned forward and kissed him so passionately that he didn’t even notice her guiding his hands up her body, then over his head. Hermione quickened her pace slightly as she let her breasts hang before Draco’s hungry mouth. She moaned as he lapped at her bouncing nipples. With a wordless spell, she bound his hands but continued to riding him slowly as he tongued her nipples. When Hermione sat up and began to riding his cock like a woman possessed is when he realized his hands where bound.

“Hera…” He said, his voice almost threatening, yet filled with lust and desire. She only shook her head, no; then cried out his name as her orgasm consumed her.

“Yes…oh yes…” she shook as she squeezed her nipples and gasped for air. Draco pulled at the binding as he thrust into her, his growls and grunts made him sound like a caged animal ready to pounce. Hermione fell forward, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She ran her hands up his arms and held his hands; with that, the bindings were released. Draco ran his hands down her body as he continued to thrust into her, gently; making her whimper. He kissed her cheek and gave throaty, devilish laugh.

“I’m not done with you yet, Mrs. Malfoy.” He smacked her bum just hard enough to make her jump and squeak from surprise. Draco eased her off of him then climbed out of bed. Hermione looked at him confused until he gently tugged at her legs. He entered her, slowly, from behind; making sure she was propped up on pillows to give her support. Hermione met him thrust for thrust as she felt yet another orgasm building.

“Oh Gods…” was all she could say was her body begun to tremble. Draco roared as her pussy milked his cock to a glorious release. He eased forward and covered her body with his; he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and whispered in her ear.

“I love you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“I love you, Mr. Malfoy.”

*Panettone: Italian Fruit Bread
*Author’s Note: The ceremony was taken from my wedding/handfasting.*