New Beginnings

Chapter 22 Healing Hands



Author\'s Note 1: Hey All! Things are still chaotic with me. The new job is going well but I still living in temporary housing and all of my stuff is in storage. Very unnerving. Please forgive me for the sporadic updates, things are still really nutz. I\'m hoping that it will get back to some assemblage of \'normal\' soon.

Thanks for your patience.



Author’s Note 2: The last names, Rosier and Malfoy, will be used interchangeable by the characters. This is intentional.



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The newlyweds only had a short time to bask in marital bliss. After a short respite at the Manor, the chaos of life started again. They had originally planned to have the muggle Ball around Valentine’s Day but it didn’t work out as they had originally planned. They were unable to book the Ballroom at the University until March 21st so the theme was changed to ‘Spring Solstice Celebration’. Hermione and Blythe planned the black tie event for Draco while he and Blaise handled the guest list and the fund raising aspect of the evening.



When the big night finally arrived, both couples were buzzing with anticipation. Blythe and Blaise arrived at Draco and Hermione’s loft via the floo network.



“Hey Malfoys! We’re here. Are you ready to go?” Blaise yelled as he stepped out of the fireplace.



“Hi you two. I’ll be down in a minute. Hera is still getting ready. Blythe, why don’t you go up and see if she needs anything.”



“Okey Dokey.”



Blaise hugged his best friend, “Married life becomes you, Mr. Rosier.” Draco beamed.



“I’m so happy, B. I can’t believe it. You told me, right after you and Blythe got married, that being together felt different, better than when you were just dating. I didn’t understand what you meant until now. The morning after the wedding, I actually found myself watching her sleep. I can’t believe she’s really mine, B. How did I get so lucky?”



Blaise smiled, “It’s not lucky, it’s love. The two of you really love each other and soon, you’re gonna be mummy and daddy to a beautiful baby. You finally have what you’ve always wanted, don’t you?”



Draco nodded. “I never thought it would really happen, not for me, not after everything that we lived through. I’ll tell you one thing, Blaise, I’m never going to take her for granted and I’m never gonna forget how much of a blessing she is.”



~*~



“Hera, do you need any help?” Blythe walked into the bedroom to find Hermione sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace. She turned to look at Blythe, her face wet with tears.

“Hun, what’s wrong? Did you and Draco have a fight?”



Hermione shook her head, no and sniffled, “It just hurts sometimes, that’s all.”



“What hurts?”



“My back.”



“What?”



“My back, it’s been hurting for a while, since I started gaining weight because of the baby. During the war, I hurt my back pretty bad. I thought it was healed and everything was fine but now…” She sniffled.



“Did you tell Draco?”



She shook her head, no. “I didn’t want him to worry. I’ve been hoping that it was just a passing thing and it would get better but it hasn’t so far.”



“How long has it been hurting like this?”



“A couple of weeks, since just after wedding.”



“You need to tell him, you need to tell Kelly.”



Hermione shook her head, no. “I don’t want to worry them and I don’t want to take anything that will hurt the baby.”



“Hun, being in pain all the time can’t be good for the baby, either.”



“It’s not all the time. I sometimes I can meditate for a while and the pain gets better for a little while. Today, it didn’t work so well.”



“Maybe you shouldn’t go tonight, you should rest.” Hermione looked at Blythe, horrified.



“I’m not missing this for anything. I’ll be fine. This is Draco’s big night; I don’t want to ruin it for him. If I don’t go, he won’t go or he will worry the entire evening. I just need a few minutes to focus and get the pain under control. I’ll be ok, I promise.” Blythe looked at her with a look of skepticism and concern. “Ok, I’ll make a deal with you, if you promise not to tell Draco, I promise to tell you if the pain gets too bad and you can bring me home. Does that sound fair?”



Blythe frowned, “You’re not gonna give me much of a choice, are you?” Hermione shook her head, no. “Will you at least let me help you get ready?” She smiled and nodded. Blythe helped Hermione put on her black chiffon dress with rhinestones outlining the bodice and a crystal brooch on her left shoulder strap. Hermione’s hair hung straight and silky down her back and her dress was complemented by black pumps with accent that matched the brooch.



“Hello, My Beautiful Wife.” Draco smiled and kissed her as she walked into the living room. “Are you ready to go?”



“Yes, I’m ready.” She turned Blaise. “You’re looking quite dapper this evening, Mr. Zabini.” He kissed her on the cheek.



“You look stunning, Mrs. Rosier.” Hermione smiled. “Are we ready to go?” Blythe walked over and took his hand.



“Looks like it. I hired a car to take us over to the university; I hope that works for you guys.”



“Sure, that’s fine with us.”



~*~



The Ball was a complete success. They raised a great deal of money for the foundation and everyone was having a wonderful time. Everyone except for Hermione, she was doing her best to hide her pain from her husband and his guests. Blythe kept a watchful eye on her the entire evening.



“Come on, Hera, dance with me.” Draco was all smiles as he gently pulled his wife onto the dance floor.



“Ok, Love, just one, I’m getting a bit tired.” He nodded and pulled her into his arms.



“Ok, just one slow dance.” He rested his cheek onto of her head. “Thank you.”



“For what?”



“For handling this with Blythe, for this” he placed his hand on the side of her swollen belly, “for us. You are my happiness. I love you, Hera.”



“I love you too, Draco.” Hermione rested her head against his chest as she bit her lip and held back her tears of pain.



When the song was finished, she did her best to rush away from him. “Hey, where are you running off to so fast?”



“Ladies room. You know how there’s always a line.”



Draco nodded and kissed his wife, then headed over to the bar. Hermione left the Ballroom and walked past the main washroom to a private washroom reserved for faculty and staff. She snuck her wand out of her handbag and unlocked the door. Once inside, she slide to the floor and began to cry. The pain she’d been hiding all night was excruciating. She just needed a few minutes to collect herself. ‘I can do this. I can make it through the rest of the night. It’s not that much longer.’ Hermione buried her face in her hands and cried. She didn’t know how she was going to make it through this. She didn’t want to ruin Draco’s evening; she had to pull herself together. Hermione felt something warm touch her arm; she jumped then winced in pain.



“Mia Hunny, you can’t do this. You’re in too much pain. Please let me take you home.” Blythe cupped her cheek. “I’ll tell Draco that you’re getting tired, he’ll accept that without question. You need to rest and tomorrow, you will call Kelly; I can go with you if you want.”



Totally defeated, Hermione simply nodded. Blythe helped her up, fixed her appearance with a simple glamour and walked with her back to the ballroom, holding her hand. When Draco saw them together, he instantly started to worry. “Love, all of this partying is getting to be a bit much for this pregnant witch. Blythe is going to take me home. You and Blaise stay and have a good time, ok?” Hermione did her best not to let her voice shake.



“Are you sure?”



“Yes, I don’t want to spoil your evening just because ‘we’re’ tired.” She rubbed her tummy to make her point. Draco nodded.



“Ok, I will be home in about an hour. You rest and if you’re still up when I get home, we can have dessert together. How does that sound?”



“I’d like that.” Hermione said, weakly. “I love you, Draco.”



“I love you, my angel. I’ll see you soon.” He kissed her gently on the lips then someone came to speak to him, giving Blythe enough time to usher a very weak Hermione away from him. They went back to the private restroom and Hermione used the little bit of strength she had left to apparate back to the loft. Blythe then went to speak to the driver, who happened to be a squib, and asked him to tell their husbands that he took them home then came back for them, if they should ask. She also told him that Mrs. Rosier wasn’t feeling well, so he would know that there wasn’t anything mysterious or cryptic afoot. After speaking to the driver, Blythe apparated to the loft to check on Hermione. She found her sitting on the end of the bed, staring at the floor.



“Come on; let’s get you out of that dress and into something more comfy. How about one of Draco’s t-shirts?” Hermione just nodded. When she was changed, Blythe looked at her friend, she looked so frail. Blythe helped her to her side of the bed. “Is there anything I can do?”



“No.” She said quietly. “I’m just going to try to meditate; hopefully it will help me sleep. Thank you, Blythe, for everything.” The women hugged gently.



“Anytime. Are you sure you don’t need me to stay for a little while?” Hermione shook her head, no. Blythe sighed. “I’m only a call and an apparate away if you need me.” She nodded and smiled. Blythe kissed her friend then went downstairs and apparated home. When Hermione was sure that she was gone, she laid back, with one leg hanging off the bed and covered her face with Draco’s pillow and began to cry.



Draco came into the loft and immediately headed up to the bedroom to check on Hermione. He tossed his dress coat and his tuxedo jacket on the couch in the study before coming into the room. When he walked in, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight that greeted him. He toed off his shoes and walked over to the bed. He started to speak before he lifted the pillow. “Hey sweetheart, it’s time for bed.” Hermione looked at him; her face was wet with tears. “Hera, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He was doing his best not to freak out. He knew that sometimes pregnant woman cry for no reason and he didn’t want to make her feel self conscious if this was the case. But he couldn’t help but worry.



Her voice was barely above a whisper, “It’s my back; it won’t stop hurting.” He stroked her face and wiped her tears.



His heart was pounding, seeing such pain in her eyes was killing him but his voice was calm and soothing. “Love, how long has it been hurt?” She looked away but he gently turned her face towards him and waited for an answer.



“A couple of weeks.”



“Why didn’t you tell me?” Draco laid down next her so she wouldn’t try to sit up.



Hermione frowned, “I didn’t want to bother you. You had so much on your mind with Fund Raiser stuff. I didn’t want to be a distraction; I thought…I thought I could handle it.”



“Is that why you left with Blythe?” Hermione nodded. “She knew.”



“She caught me crying and I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough to cover.”



“You shouldn’t be lying about stuff like this; you know we love you and we want to make sure you’re ok.”



“I know.”



“How did you hurt your back? Did you fall?” He was afraid that she and the baby got hurt somehow.



Hermione shook her head, no. “I was hit was a spell, during the war. They said that I was healed, that it won’t bother me. It didn’t bother me until…until the baby started getting bigger. Then the pain…” Her tears fell as she closed her eyes. Draco stroked her face, wiping away her tears.



“Will you let me help you?” Draco was trying to show how worried he was. She looked at him, confused.



“How?”



“I’m gonna loosen up the muscles in your back. Can you roll onto your side?” She nodded. “I’m gonna take off your t-shirt first, ok?”



“Ok.” Draco helped Hermione sit up and removed her t-shirt. He had lie down on her side with her back facing him. He placed the fluffy green blanket over her to keep her warm.



“I’ll be right back, love, I just need to get something.” Hermione didn’t respond. When Draco came back, he sat on behind her pulled the blanket down. Hermione was clad only in black boy-cut knickers. “I’m going to touch you now, tell me if anything feels uncomfortable or hurts, ok?” She nodded. Draco started out by putting warmed almond oil in his palms and running his hands together. Very slowly, he smoothed his oiled hands over Hermione’s neck, shoulders, and upper arms. She sighed softly, her breathing was calm. As he touched her upper back, she tensed. “Hera, does that hurt?”



“A little.” Draco took note and continued. When he touched her middle and lower back, even gently, Hermione yelped and started to cry.



“It’s ok, Love, I’ll make it will feel better soon.” Draco closed his eyes and focused then began to work energy through and around her body. At first, she didn’t say anything but then she sighed, he could tell that was getting some relief. “Is that helping, Love?”



“Mmhmm”. Draco smiled. Again, he applied the almond oil to his hands and smoothed it over her shoulders, then started to move down her back, very slowly.



“Does this hurt?” He was gently running his hands down her back again.



“Uh-uh.” Draco nodded, and made a mental note. He began to apply gentle pressure to specific points along Hermione’s spine. As he moved lower, she whimpered slightly. Again, he focused energy on that spot for a few moments; then he was able to continue. Draco spoke very softly to Hermione, soothing her as he worked so she would relax and accept his healing touch.



“Hera, how do you feel, love?”



“Tired…sore.”



“Does it still hurt like before?”



“Uh-uh.”



“Good. Very good. I’m going to finish loosening up your back muscles then I want you drink a big glass of water; that will prevent muscle cramping later.” Hermione nodded. Draco placed a pillow against her stomach and eased her forward a bit; giving him better access to her back. He worked her muscles to loosen the remaining knots. Hermione jumped and hugged the pillow tightly as Draco worked her lower back. She began to pant softly and whimper.



“Hera, are you ok?”



“Uh-huh.” She did her best not to move as Draco continued working on her back. She could feel warmth building in her core and she was doing her best to suppress it.



‘I must be defective.’ She thought, ‘I’ve been in pain for weeks and now, Draco massages my back and I’m getting turned on. Something’s just not right in my head.’

Draco pressed on a particularly stubborn knot to the left of the base of her spine. Hermione moaned as her body began to tremble. He smiled and said nothing; he simple continued the massage, moving to the right side of her spine. Again, she moaned and pressed her thighs together. She could feel her core clutching, hungrily, eager to be filled.



Draco gently rolled her onto her back again. He ran his hand over her face so she would close her eyes. He massaged her neck then moved down to her chest, loosening the knots that were cause by Hermione trying to compensate for the pain. She exhaled slowly as she tried to keep her breathing relaxed. Draco moved to her body, using long, slowly; gentle strokes on her rounded stomach to help soothe her and the baby. Hermione smiled; this was the best she had felt in weeks. Draco’s touch was so healing to her.



Draco moved to her arms, working out the knots in left arm then her right. When he reached her upper arm, there was a particularly difficult knot that he needed to work out.



“Breathe slow and evenly, Hera. I’m almost done; you’ve done so well, Sweetheart.” As Draco began to work on her arm, he felt her jump and gasp as the knot started to loosen. Suddenly, and rather unexpectedly, Hermione began to laugh as if someone was tickling her. Then just as quickly, her tears began to fall. Draco could hear her sobbing and laughing at the same time. He gently ran his hands over the front of her then lie down next to her, holding her close to him. With a wordless spell, he pulled the green blanket. Hermione clung to Draco as she slowly calmed down. She lay in his arms, quietly, for a while.



“Draco…” her voice was quiet, her nervousness was apparent.



“Hmm?” He knew what she was going to ask.



“W-What happened?” She prayed that he wouldn’t tease her about this, she was already embarrassed. Draco could hear the apprehension in her voice. She snuggled close to him, resting her cheek against his chest.



“How is your pain?” Hermione paused and thought about it.



“It doesn’t hurt anymore. Thank you.” He kissed her head.



“You needed to relax so I could work the knots out of your muscles. I used Reiki on you first, that gave you the immediate relief. Then I used acupressure on your back to loosen your muscles. Then finally, I gave you some deep tissue massage in order to release the remaining knots in your back as well as release any toxins in muscles that might be causing you discomfort.”



Hermione was deep in thought, trying to figure out what had just happened. She started to blush when she remembered the myriad of feelings that coursed through her as her husband massaged her. She covered her face with her hands.



“What’s the matter, my sweet?” His silky voice was as arousing as his touch. “Why are you hiding your beautiful face?” Hermione peeked through her fingers at him. Draco reached up and pulled her hands away from her face. She looked at him, sheepishly. “Are you going to tell me?”



“Umm… when you… I kind of… and then I…” her cheeks were getting redder and redder by the second; she covered her face again. Draco smiled and pulled her hands down again, this time he held onto them. Hermione whimpered when she realized she had no way to hide her embarrassment.



“Would you like me to explain?” Hermione nodded. He kissed her lips ever so gently. “I’ll start at the beginning. When mother was sick, she had a lot of pain from the really strong potions they were giving her to kill the cancer. Her muscles hurt all the time and nothing magical seemed to help her. I was desperate to find something that would relieve her pain, if only for a little while. I started researching something muggles call ‘alternative medicine’. I learned Reiki, acupressure and massage therapy. I was able to help mother with her muscle pain by utilizing what I had learned. That’s what I used on you.”



Hermione looked at him, confusion written all over her face. “But what happened…” her voice trailed off as she felt her cheeks getting hot.



“What did you feel, Hera? You tell me.” It’s not that he didn’t know, physiological, but he needed her to describe what she felt.



“At first, it just felt good for the pain to lessen to any degree; then I could feel you releasing the pressure on my spine. It was like I could breathe again. But then, you started to massage my back and something happened. I...I don’t know how to explain it. It’s kind of embarrassing.” Draco smiled at her; the love in his eyes reassured her that everything was ok and that she was safe. “At first, it just felt good, relaxing. Then you did something and it changed.”



“Changed how, Love?”



“I…I was getting turned on, but that doesn’t make any sense. It was like your hands were all over me at the same time; even more intense than the ‘invisible touch’. Then…” She paused, looking away as she tried to find the right words. “Then you did something… and I started to laugh, but I didn’t know what I was laughing at. Then…it felt like flood gates opened and I couldn’t stop crying. I don’t know what made me laugh…or cry. When you held me, I felt like I was coming apart at the seams and you were the only thing holding me together.” She paused; then whispered, “It scared me.”



Draco kissed her forehead. “There’s no reason to be scared, my love. What happened to you was completely natural.” Hermione looked at him like he suddenly sprouted 2 additional heads. “Sometimes, our bodies hold tension for a variety of different reasons as well as holding it in different places. Much of that tension can be caused my emotions that we may not have completely dealt with.” She gave him a skeptical look.



“But I’m not tense and I’m very happy so I don’t understand why that happened. It just doesn’t make sense.”



“Think of it this way, Love. What was your life like 7 months ago?” Hermione stopped and thought about his question.



“I was preparing for the new semester and…well that was about it. I really didn’t do much back then.”



“And 6 months ago?” She smiled as she started to remember.



“We got together; I learned what it meant to be truly happy.” She smiled at him.



“Think about it, Hera, your life changed completely in a very short time. Whether you realized it or not, it was very stressful for you.” Draco could see that Hermione was ready to argue with his assessment. “For example, we both thought that we could get past our ‘past’ without dealing with it. It didn’t work. It upset you, and it took a lot out of you when we finally discussed it. All of that stress didn’t just melt away; your body held on it. Stresses like that built up in your body and was compounded by your pregnancy and it caused you even more pain. When I worked out all of those knots, all of that stress and the emotions accompanied it.”



“But why did I get so turned on, then start laughing and crying?”



“Well, for a long time, you believed, incorrectly, that there was something wrong with you, sexually. Maybe you held that stress and the emotions related to that in your lower back. You were finally able to breakthrough all of those old feelings and accept that you really are desirable; a sexual entity.”



Hermione frowned, “But the laughing and the crying?”



“My guess, your body was holding onto a lot of residual emotions relating to this,” he stroked her stomach, “and us.”



“But I’m happy about us and ‘little one’, I really am.” Her voice was shaky, and she looked like she was going to cry. Draco kissed her and stroked her cheek.



“I know you are, Love. But when you found out, you weren’t. You were scared, confused, and upset. Most of that was my fault because you were afraid of how I would react. Also, I know, as happy as you were about us having a baby, you wanted us to be married first and you wanted us to find out together.” Hermione did her best not to cry; she didn’t know that Draco knew about her feelings. She thought she had kept them well hidden. Hermione was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable. She threw back the covers and started to get out of bed.



“Hey, where are you going?”



“I’m gonna take a shower. You relax; I’ll be back in a little bit.” Hermione slipped out of Draco’s reach and headed to the washroom. Draco heard the water start to run and looked at the door, absently.



‘She’s never pulls away from me before.’ He frowned. ‘She’s not ok with what I just told her; she’s upset.’ Draco went to the washroom and entered quietly. There she was, sitting with her head against the wall, crying. He undressed and stepped into the shower. Hermione jumped with she saw him. He didn’t say anything; he simply knelt in front of her and touched her cheek gently.



“I thought I could handle everything but… So much…so fast; it’s overwhelming sometimes.” Draco pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back soothingly.



“I know, my love; change is scary sometimes.” She nodded. “This has all been good change but it’s still a lot to get used to in such a short time.”



“How did you know?” She asked, quietly as she rested her forehead against his.



“I know my girl; as much as you want to be a ‘modern witch’, you’re a traditional girl at heart.” She nodded.



“I guess I am.” She frowned. “Draco, what if I can’t do it?”



“Do what, Angel?”



“This… What if I’m a bad mum, and a bad wife? What if he was right?” Her voice got really shaky on the last question. Draco didn’t know what she was talking about but by her reaction, he suspected it had to do with Potter, the prat. He lifted her chin and kissed her lips ever so softly.



Draco reached for a flannel and put some of her favorite shower gel on it. He inhaled slowly, enjoying the cinnamon vanilla fragrance. He worked up lather and slowly began to wash Hermione’s neck, arms and hands. He washed her chest, lifting her breasts, in turn, washing beneath them. Hermione rested her head against the wall; she closed her eyes letting her tears fall. She found such comfort in Draco, his touch always seemed to heal her in ways she never fully understood. When she felt him wash her intimate parts he was so gentle, he took her breath away. Of course his touch aroused her, it always did; but this was more. The way he was touching her made her feel cherished; each touch, each caress made her feel like she was the most special, most loved woman in the world. Not like when ‘he’ touched her. He always made her feel sad. Maybe it wasn’t his touch but his words that were so hurtful.



‘Why would any wizard, in his right mind, want you.’ He would shudder, ‘The thought of some poor sucker being stuck with you and some know-it-all brat like you… Ugh! How vile. Don’t you know you weren’t even exercise for me.’ She remembered his venomous words as they stood in that dank room at the Leaky Cauldron. He laughed, cruelly at her, ‘You actually thought I would want you for more than just my slag when I have a PUREBLOOD in my bed. You really are delusional. I DEFEATED VOLDEMORT; I have witches lining up to be the mother of my children. Why would I ‘slum it’ with you? You know that the Potters are one of the oldest Wizarding Families, why would I dirty the bloodline with the likes of YOU!’



Hermione squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to push the memory out of her head. Then she felt Draco touch her cheek. “Come on, Love. Let’s get you back to bed, ok?” She could only nod and take his hand. He dried her off and wrapped her in her warmest robe. Once they were back in bed, Hermione rested her head on his chest; she couldn’t help but lose herself in that awful memory again. He rubbed her back gently. “Talk to me, Hera.” She sighed; Draco could feel her hot tears on his chest.

“He said I would be a bad mother…that I’m a slag…that no wizard would want me…no wizard would want to have a child with me because of how I am.”



“What do you believe?” Draco said calmly.



“I…I don’t know sometimes. I sometimes I get really scared, I worry that he’s right.”



“Does my opinion matter?” She nodded.



“I’ve watched you what Chloe; she adores you. I’ve watched you for most of my life; you take care of everyone and everything you care about. I don’t know how such a big heart fits inside such a small body. I know that Potter hurt you; his words and actions hurt you more deeply than even you realized. You need to accept that what happened can’t be changed. You’re not the person he said you were and let go of the past. You can’t change it, you can’t fix it, so just let it go.”



“How?” She whispered.



“Look at what is in front of you and what the future holds. You have a husband that loves you with every ounce of his being. We’re expecting our first child; all the love we have for each other created that little miracle in there.” He gently rubbed her tummy and felt the baby kick; which made both of them smile. “He has taken so much away from you for so long; don’t let him do it anymore, Hera. It’s ok to be nervous because soon we’re gonna be messy haired, sleep deprived parents whose lives will be ruled by someone that we can carry. That’s perfectly normal. But don’t let ancient history overshadow OUR lives. I’m enjoying being excited, happy; nervous and scared all at the same time. I love watching your tummy grow, I love laying here with you feeling our little bundle kick. I want you to enjoy all of it with me.” Hermione smiled as her tears fell yet again.



“How do you always know the right things to say?”



“It’s because I’m brilliant.” She smacked his chest, making him cough. “Feeling better now?” She nodded. “Let’s try to get some sleep, you need your rest.”



“Goodnight, Draco.”



“Goodnight, my angel.”



~*~



Hermione woke several hours later and turned to watch her husband sleep. The moonlight was streaming in through the skylight, accenting his toned chest. ‘Gods, he is so beautiful. Every time I think I can’t love him anymore…’ She sighed, quietly and smiled at him. Hermione run her fingers down his chest and tickled the hair on his belly. He grumbled and pushed at the covers, revealing his partially erect cock. She licked her lips, hungrily, and slid the covers off of him. At first she teased him; tentatively licking him; watching his cock spring to life. She began to bathe his balls with her tongue, Draco moaned. She peeked up at him; he wasn’t awaked yet. Hermione took him deep into her mouth, sucking his cock, just the way he liked it. She felt his hand moved to her hair as he moaned.



“Oh Hera…” She smiled to herself; she loved sucking his cock. It made her feel womanly and powerful; like she was the only one that knew how to give him pleasure like this. Hermione straddled Draco and sheathed his rock hard cock with her wet, hungrily pussy. He gasped as his eyes shot open. “Oh Gods!” Draco grasped her hips as she rode him slowly; his body trembling.



“Do you like that, Lover?” Her voice was filled with lust.



“Oh Gods Yes…” He tried to increase their tempo but she shook her head, no.



“Uh-uh, Love… not yet…” She guided his hands to her breasts as she moved her hips in a circle and smiled at him. Draco growled, he could feel his arousal building. He wanted more, needed more. Hermione’s eyes were closed, lost in the feeling of his delicious cock. “Gods, you feel so good…Mmmm… Yes….” Draco moved his hand down and began to massage her clit. Hermione moaned and fucked him harder and faster. Her climax was so close. She cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her body, making her body tremble as her pussy nearly strangled his cock. Draco thrust into her harder, faster; he was close to the edge. He quickly moved Hermione and entered her from behind with a growl. She moaned as he fucked her hard.

“I love fucking your sweet pussy. Gods, you’re so tight, baby… Are you gonna come for me again, Love? You can do it, Hera, come for me.” Draco eased his thumb into her tight arse as he gave her a smack on the bum. The sound echoed through the bedroom; Hermione moaned and pushed towards his hand, impaling herself deeper onto his cock.



“Oh…Oh Gods…Please…” she whimpered…



“You like that, don’t you?”



“Oh…yes…” her body began to tremble as her orgasm consumed her. Draco thrust into her then let out a primal roar as he came deep inside of her. Hermione could only whimper and try to catch her breath; her body still trembling from Draco’s touch. He eased out of her and helped her lay on her side then curled up behind her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck.



“Wow…” He whispered in her ear. Hermione just smiled and clasped his hand and kissed it. She could feel Draco kissing her neck and shoulder before he settled down. Soon his breathing had calmed, he was falling asleep again. Hermione began to unwind his arms and get out of bed.



“Where are you going?” His voice was quiet.



“Just to the washroom, I’ll be right back.”



“Promise?”



“Yes, I promise.” She leaned over and kissed him. He smiled at her. When she came back, she thought Draco was asleep. She climbed into bed; he pulled her close to him.



“Now I can sleep.” He whispered then kissed her on her on the cheek. Hermione just smiled. A single tear trickled down her cheek; she felt so loved at that very moment, she thought her heart was going to burst.