The Family Jewels

Chapter 27
Cleanliness is next to godliness

Hermione was taking a nap in her room before dinner when she felt like someone was watching her. She opened her eyes to find Draco leaning against her the doorway to her room, still in his Quidditch uniform. “I think they should have new rules here at school.”

“And what would you change, Princess?” Draco was sure she was going to be angry that he was watching her sleep.

“Quidditch players should be required to wear their uniforms at all times,” Hermione said sleepily, holding her hand out to him.

“I can see some problems with that plan,” Draco said, taking her hand and kissing her palm.

She looked him up and down, and then closed her eyes again. “That’s because you can’t see yourself.”

“Come shower with me Princess,” he invited, pulling on her hand a little.

“I’ve already showered today, thank you,” Hermione responded primly.

“I’d be happy to carry you,” Draco warned, pulling her track pants off.

“Draco!” she yelled at him. “You can’t just start taking my clothes off.”

“I can’t?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Well, you could ask first. Or give me a kiss. That might be nice,” she pouted at him, just a little. She had been having a really excellent dream, after all.

“As you wish,” Draco said, kneeling next to the bed and thoroughly kissing her. “Now, let’s take a shower.” He got up and pulled her t-shirt over her head. “No bra, Miss Granger? Whatever would Professor McGonagall say?”

“She’s not here, is she?” Hermione smirked at him.

“Merlin forbid,” Draco fake shuddered as he began to drop his clothes around him where he stood.

When he was naked, he walked to where she sat on the bed and unceremoniously picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She began to protest loudly to which he ordered, “Quiet wench.”

“I thought I was a Princess,” she smirked when he set her on her feet in front of the shower cubicle.

Draco turned on the water to get it hot. “You are, you’re my Princess. I love you Hermione.”

“And I love you,” Hermione said, tipping his chin up to look into his eyes.

His mouth descended to hers a little more roughly than she was accustomed to from him. She kissed him back just as passionately, opening the shower door and backing into the hot water. She tipped her head back and the water ran over her long hair. Hermione pulled Draco under the spray, pushing her fingers through the silky strands of his hair, making sure it was all wet. “Are you going to wash me too?” he asked, smirking.

“I’d love to,” she breathed. She grabbed his bar of soap and lathered her hands, turning him around and massaging the suds into his shoulders and back. She knelt on the floor and washed his down to his feet. “Lift.” Draco lifted each of his feet in turn for her to wash them.

She turned him around and kissed his mouth quickly before reaching for the soap again. She gently washed his chest and each of his arms, playing with his fingers. His cock was standing up straight at this point, and he leaned against the shower wall, obviously waiting for her to get to his good bits. He almost moaned when she knelt on the shower floor again, the tip of his cock inches from her mouth. She reached for his member, and ran her soapy fingers up and down it way too fast, in his opinion. She took more time massaging the soap into his ball sac and between his thighs. She leaned forward so that her lips were just a whisper away from his erection, opened her lips….and blew a breath of air across the tip.

Hermione heard, rather than saw, Draco’s head fall back against the shower wall with a dull thunk. “I didn’t realize that I was slated for cruel and unusual punishment today.”

“This extravaganza was your idea, my friend,” Hermione said a trifle smugly.

“You still need to get washed up, love, and I’m now glad that I got to go first.” Draco was already making plans for the rest of the night. He decided that they were going to be skipping dinner in the Great Hall this evening for a Head Meeting. ‘That term might have special meaning for me after tonight,’ he thought to himself.

“All finished,” Hermione announced. “If you kneel down, I’ll wash your hair, you’re too tall for me to reach otherwise.”

She wasn’t sure Draco had ever moved so fast. He was on his knees in front of her before she finished the sentence. When she said it, she hadn’t realized that when he knelt, Draco’s mouth was level with her breasts. His tongue licked the water from her nipples very lightly, not pulling and sucking the way he usually did. ‘This was a bad time for me to forget how competitive he is,’ she thought.

“You said you were going to wash my hair,” Draco complained.

She took the bottle of his shampoo and squeezed some into her palm. Rubbing her hands together lightly, she worked the shampoo into a lather in his hair, massaging his scalp and down to his neck. Draco moaned in the back of his throat, closing his eyes as she worked her thumbs into the tired muscles of his neck. “Have I told you lately that I love you?” he asked.

“As a matter of fact, yes you have.”

“Well, I do, ahhhh, I love you,” Draco opened his eyes and stood up. He backed into the shower spray, rinsing his hair and his body. Hermione had to catch her breath at the sight of a wet Draco, arms over his head. He could have modeled for Michelangelo. She must have made some sort of sound, because it was a very amused Draco that turned to look down at her.

“Your turn, Princess,” Draco moved toward her.

“I told you, I already showered today. I was just keeping you company.” Hermione began to move toward the door.

“Then keep me company,” he said very softly, drawing her back so that her head rested in the hollow of his shoulder. His arms encircled her, moving down her body to rest on her hips. Draco’s hard cock was rubbing against her back, his fingers slipping between her thighs to play with her pussy. ‘Why do I have to be so damn short?’ she wondered.

“Draco, let’s get out.” Hermione turned her head and he saw that she was serious. They needed to move to drier ground. He turned off the spray, and opened the door. He stepped out and caught up her wand from the counter, giving it to her. She cast drying charms over both of them, following him into his bedroom.

Hermione was going to climb up on the bed when Draco’s hand stopped her. “Blaise must have been here while you were sleeping,” he said, nodding at new pages of diary translation on his dresser. Draco picked them up and began to read them. “Love, can you grab my wand from your room? This looks like something you might like.”

Hermione found Draco’s wand in his discarded clothes on her bedroom floor. She handed it to him, and he opened the chest, searching until he found the pouch he was looking for. He drew out an intricate latticework of gold, shaped like a large potions vial. “Is that supposed to hold some sort of potion?” she asked, taking it and finding that her fingers went right through the fine web.

“Not exactly,” Draco couldn’t quite keep the laughter out of his voice. Hermione knew that look on his face, and wondered what he had up his sleeve.

“Why don’t you sit on the bed, love, I need to make sure I have the incantations correct.”

Hermione sat on the bed, and was surprised when Draco sat next to her, leaning back on his elbows. His lips were moving while he read the pages, and he began to smile even wider. “I think I’m ready now. Do you think you could touch me?” Draco asked almost shyly, nodding at the apex of his thighs. He had lost his erection in his concentration on the diary translation.

“It would be my pleasure,” Hermione kissed Draco on the mouth, sliding her hand up and down his cock. She still didn’t understand what he was up to, but he didn’t have to ask her to touch him.

“Okay, too much of that and we’ll have to wait for a while,” Draco took a deep breath.

“Make up your mind, dear,” Hermione was starting to become irritated that he wasn’t telling her what he was going to do.

Draco took the gold webbing and slid it over his erection. Hermione’s eyebrows practically disappeared into her hairline. He circled with his wand twice, saying, “Generus homem”. As he pulled back, an exact replica of his penis was growing in the webbing. It seemed to be made of mercury, but it was solid when Hermione drew it from the latticework and ran her finger along it. “Did you feel it when I did that?” she questioned. Draco shook his head, looking at the rest of the instructions.

“Not yet,” Draco said. He consulted the notes, “Conecte,” he waved his wand over his packet, then over the phallus. “Try it again.” Hermione again ran a finger down the hard silver copy and he moaned. She smiled, tickling it.

“There is something else in the notes, if you’re willing to try,” Draco was giving her his most beguiling smile.

“Do you promise I’m going to have fun?” Hermione asked.

“Oh, I think you’re going to like it just fine. The Ninth Lord Malfoy, Claude, had this made for his bride so that they would never be apart. Just lie back,” Draco said. ‘When he’s kissing and cuddling me, it’s so hard to tell him no about anything,’ she thought.

Draco kissed his way down her neck, stopping at that spot on her neck that made her shiver. She could tell he was smiling as his lips trailed down to nuzzle and kiss her breasts. His fingers crept further downwards, gently caressing her. She was pretty sure what he was going to do, so she wasn’t surprised when his fingers spread open her pussy and he began to slide the phallus into her, just a little at a time. He said “Ennervate” and it came to life inside her. Her gasp of surprise was lost in his mouth as he kissed her again.

Draco was inside her, warm and alive. She missed the weight of his body covering her, but if they were separated, this would certainly keep them close. Draco lay on his side, whispering words of love in her ear, watching himself fuck her. It was rather surreal, actually. When she came she called his name. Draco thrust his hips up and a couple long ropes of cum erupted from his cock and covered his stomach and chest.

Hermione reached out and scooped up some of his cum, popping the finger in her mouth. “I’m not sure that you should be wasting it like that,” she teased. Draco didn’t respond, he just looked like he was concentrating on something really hard.

“What are you doing?” she knew she shouldn’t ask, but she couldn’t help herself.

“I’m making more cum for you,” Draco couldn’t help laughing when he saw her expression.

“It’s comments like that that make me want to go back to my room and lock the door.” Hermione gave him a rather arch look.

“I love you, Hermione. I never want to be without you, but if I am, promise me that we will still be close.” Draco took her hands and kissed them.

“I promise, you prat. It would serve you right if I used that during the NEWTs. That would be hard to explain wouldn’t it?” Hermione got up from the bed and dashed into her room with the copy of Draco, trying to shut the door. He easily blocked the door with his shoulders.

He was dismayed when Hermione began to get dressed. “What are you doing?”

“Dinner starts in five minutes. Get going,” she dismissed him back to his room to get dressed, throwing his dirty Quidditch uniform in the laundry.

“I wanted to stay here,” Draco whined.

“I need to talk to Ginny and Harry. Something is not right with those two.” Hermione put her hands on her hips. “Get dressed, I said.”

“Yes, dear.” Draco managed to get the last word, yet again.

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