Visited Upon the Son

Disclaimer: I live in Texas, not Scotland, so I am obviously not JK Rowling. I’m

just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them

back the way I found them when I’m done!

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My muse loves the attention. Many thanks to Aphina for the beta!

Visited Upon the Son

© SparkyCSI

Chapter 27. Lions and Snakes and Nargels, oh my!

When Hermione and Draco awoke the next morning, they were both still basking in the

lovemaking of the previous night. Hermione felt comfortable, loved, and extremely glad that

she had not had any flashbacks to her rape. Thinking it over, while still wrapped securely

in Draco’s arms, she realized that it was because nothing she had experienced with Lucius

had prepared her for the loving way that he sought her release. He even held himself

back, she thought as she remembered the pained look on his face as she’s flown over the

precipice. Maybe, just maybe once we actually have intercourse, I’ll be able to forget

the horrible memories.

Draco was thinking along similar lines, but he was still astonished that they had gotten as

far as they had. Merlin, she is so unbelievably sexy, he thought as he tightened in

hold on her slightly. He heard her sigh in contentment and nestled himself back into the

pillows, not wanting to face the world just yet.

Finally, the urgent call of nature regrettably forced Hermione out of his arms. She quickly

attended to it and as she was walking back into the room, her stomach rumbled loudly.

Giggling, she bent over the bed and whispered into Draco’s ear, “Are you hungry?”

Draco groaned at the reaction that her husky voice caused and quickly pulled her down to

him. “Not for food,” he muttered before kissing her passionately.

Hermione was shocked at the initial reaction but kissed him back just as passionately.

Lying across his body, she could feel his reaction and feeling a bit more like her old self,

she wanted to explore.

Draco groaned as her hands roamed his body and tightly fisted his hands in the sheets as not

to startle her, giving her free reign, which she willingly took advantage of.

Hermione smiled as she felt his acquiescence and lost herself in the kiss as her hands

roamed over his smooth chest, feeling the tremors that racked his body with her tentative

caresses. She smiled softly as she broke the kiss, letting her lips feather along his jaw

line, bringing soft gasps of pleasure from him as she traced the outline of his ear with the

tip of her tongue.

Draco shivered as her tongue caressed his ear, bucking his hips automatically, seeking

relief. “Merlin…” he breathed in pleasure.

Hermione began her journey down his chest, paying special attention to his nipples as he

gasped in pleasure. She sought to find every sensitive spot on his body, trying to figure

out what brought him the most pleasure. Her hands trailed to his hips and she felt how much

he was holding himself back. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of his pyjama bottoms,

feeling him arch to try to increase the pressure as his eyes shut in pleasure.

Feeling bold, she suddenly moved the material down his legs, freeing his erection. It

sprung forth and to Hermione’s eyes looked impossibly big. Tentatively, her fingers moved

towards it until she was touching it slightly.

Draco felt bolts of pleasure shoot through him at her tentative touch, his hips moving in

encouragement. When she didn’t move any further, he opened his eyes, hazy with desire to

see her looking at him with wonder in her eyes. “Mia,” he said on a sigh.

Hermione looked up at him and saw the desire in his molten eyes. “For me?” she wondered

softly.

Draco groaned at the innocence in her voice. “Only for you, Hermione. I’ve never felt this

way about anyone else before,” he answered her sincerely. He saw the unspoken question in

her eyes as she held onto him lightly and moved one of his hands to cover hers, guiding her,

showing her how to please him.

Hermione felt uncertain as his hand closed over hers and then she felt him showing her what

he liked. She grasped his erection; it felt like flesh covered steel. Following his

movements, she slowly began to pump him, circling the head of his penis with her thumb,

spreading the wetness around.

Gaining confidence at his reaction, her lips resumed their study of his chest whilst she

pumped him slowing, bringing his orgasm closer. Her lips trailed down to his stomach, which

was clenched in desire.

Draco gasped loudly as her tongue traced the muscles of his stomach, feeling himself grow

even harder. Merlin, she’s killing me! He stilled his hips when he felt her lips

move lower, to trace his hipbones. Suddenly, her lips were gone and before he could open

his eyes, he felt the warmth of her mouth settle over the head of his penis. Choking back a

scream, he bucked into her mouth, trying to envelope himself in her mouth.

Hermione tasted his precum on her tongue as she drew the tip of it along the vein of his

penis and felt his instinctive reaction. Feeling like she needed to pay him back for his

introduction to pleasure the previous night, she closed her lips over him, suckling him

lightly. She glanced down at his hands, which were white knuckled from the grip he had on

the blankets.

She heard his breaths begin to come faster until he was panting like he had just run a

marathon. Enthralled she began to pump the part of his shaft that was not enclosed in her

mouth and heard a strangled groan.

Draco felt light headed from her ministrations, but as she began to pump him, he knew that

he wasn’t going to last any longer. “Mia,” he groaned as she hit an especially sensitive

spot. “I’m going to come.”

Hermione heard him and removed her lips from him, but moved her other hand so both were

pleasuring him. Within a few seconds his hips began to jerk and she watching in awe as he

ejaculated. She felt a sense of pride at having brought him to his peak.

Once his orgasm was over, Draco looked at Hermione, who has a sense of accomplishment

written across her face. Deciding to return the favour, he quickly reversed their positions

and attached himself to her sensitive nipples. He felt her back arch in pleasure, proving

that she was an unaffected by him as he was by her.

Hermione felt his hand moving to the junction between her legs, cupping her, and felt an

immediate rush of heat. Arching her back, she pressed herself into his hand, seeking relief

from the building pressure.

Draco felt her moving beneath him and quickly divested her of her remaining clothes, leaving

her bare to his eyes. “Mia, you are so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips began the same

journey as hers. He paid attention to the stops that made her tremble on his journey down

her body. His fingers stroked her curls lightly, caressing them, feeling her dampness as

her body prepared for the joining. He felt her jolt of surprise as his fingers entered her.

She stilled for a moment and he backed off, not wanting to awaken a bad memory for

her.

As Draco’s fingers entered her, Hermione felt a flash of memory, which she fought down by

focusing on the pleasure his mouth was giving her. Slowly, the fear ebbed as he lips found

her curls. She arched her back, feeling her desire climb once again.

Draco felt the fear leave her body and moved his hands to part her lips, seeing the hard nub

of her desire. Cautiously he moved to taste her, but avoided that spot to prolong her

pleasure. He moved his tongue down to her passage and licked up all the juices from his

ministrations carefully. He felt her body quaking, and her moans of desire becoming even

more high-pitched. When he felt she was ready, he moved his lips to her clitoris and began

to suckle the nub lightly, throwing her over the precipice.

Hermione felt his mouth move over a spot and when he began to suck on it, stars danced

before her eyes. She felt herself dive off a cliff and her orgasm overtook her with an

earth-shattering feeling. Her toes curled in her desire and she screamed out her pleasure.

Once she had come down from the high, she opened her eyes in wonder, never knowing that

pleasure could be that intense. She tried to speak but was overcome by emotion and just

threw herself into Draco’s arms as the exhaustion finally overtook her.

Draco saw the wonder in the eyes as she threw herself at him, feeling contented since he was

the one that was introducing her to pleasure. Feeling sleep begin to overtake him, he

carefully pulled the covers over them and settled back down with her nestled in his arms,

both at peace.

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When they awoke for the second time that day, both of the stomachs were rumbling. “Merlin,

you are going to be the death of me,” Draco told her in a loving voice. “I’ve never had

such a strong reaction to that particular act before.”

Hermione blushed. “So, I was okay?”

Draco kissed the top of her head slightly. “I’d give you an Outstanding, Ms. Granger,” he

replied back cheekily.

Hermione just rolled her eyes as she climbed out of the bed. “I need a shower,” she said

matter-of-factly. “You can use the guest bathroom to clean up,” she was interrupted by her

stomach, “and then we can eat some food.”

Draco just smirked, wondering what it would be like to share a shower with her, but knowing

that she wasn’t ready for that step. “All right,” he agreed.

Thirty minutes later, Hermione was cooking some scrambled eggs and bacon, her wet hair in a

bun, when Draco walked into the kitchen. He sniffed appreciatively. “Can I help with

anything?” he asked.

Hermione nodded. “You can set the table,” she replied before directing him to the plates,

silverware and glasses.

Soon they sat down for breakfast in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

Once done, Draco offered to tidy up, which Hermione gratefully accepted since she truly

hated to clean the kitchen. She walked into the living room, to flip on the Muggle stereo;

she’d never gotten used to the Wizarding Wireless and preferred to listen to Muggle music.

Running her finger lightly over the CD cases, she finally chose the Avril Livigne CD and

putting it into the player. She smiled as the music began and then booted up the computer.

She opened up the Excel program and began to put together a new spreadsheet for

Draco.

She was halfway done with setting up the basics when Draco walked in and looked at her

curiously. “What are you doing?”

Hermione turned. “I thought that I’d start the spreadsheet for you, so that way you can

input the data.”

Draco looked at her aghast. “Um, Mia. I have no idea how to do that,” he admitted

honestly.

Hermione just smiled. “Don’t worry. You’re not a dumb person, so I think I’ll be able to

teach you.”

Draco just looked at her nervously as she motioned for him to sit next to her.

“First of all, the basics.” She pointed to the different parts of the computer. “This is

the monitor, keyboard and the CPU.”

“CPU?”

“Computer processing unit. It basically is the workhorse of the system. Anyway, you type

on a keyboard like this,” she demonstrated, “and you can move the pointer, see that little

arrow, around by moving the mouse.”

She continued to show him how to use the computer until she thought he had a grasp and then

switched places with him. He looked decidedly nervous at assuming the driver’s seat, but

Hermione’s face was a picture of confidence. She slowly guided him through the system until

a couple of hours had passed.

When they finally took a break, she beamed, “You see. I told you that you would be good at

it.”

Draco just nodded, still feeling nervous, but also still feeling some trepidation. “I think

so, but it’s going to take a while before I am comfortable with this.”

“Don’t worry about, we have a week before Neville’s wedding and I think you might be good at

it by then,” she assured him.

Draco just nodded as he followed her back to the kitchen to help prepare dinner. “I can

think of better things to do during the week,” he said in a licentious voice.

Hermione blushed at his words, but uttered no objections. This is going to be an

interesting week.

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The week passed quickly as when they awoke on the morning of Luna’s wedding, an hour after

the alarm had gone off, Hermione was almost in a panic. She rushed out of bed and into the

bathroom to shower before Draco was fully awake.

He lay there for a moment, puzzled at her actions until his brain began to work and he

realized the date. He, too, got up quickly and made his way to his own shower, going

without their morning ritual of pleasing each other. As he stood in the shower, the hot

water washing over his body, he felt his blood began to heat up as he fantasised about

Hermione taking her own shower. Muttering curses under his breath, he quickly switched the

water to cold, to ease his reaction and clear his thoughts.

Five minutes later, shivering slightly, he exited the shower and got dressed in his formal

black robes. When he arrived back in the bedroom, he found Hermione rushing around,

throwing things in a bag. He watched with raised eyebrows as she seemed to flit around like

one of the Cornish pixies that Professor Lockhart had freed in second year. He shook his

head in amazement and he finally grabbed her arm lightly. “Mia, calm down. We’re not late;

we’ll be there on time,” he said soothingly.

Hermione shook herself, realising she was acting like a fool. She took a sheepish breath.

“Thanks,” she said as she grabbed her bag. “I think I’m ready to go. Luna gave me a

Portkey to get to the wedding site, so shall we go?”

Draco smiled as he placed his wand in his pocket. He bowed slightly, “Lead on, my lady,” he

drawled.

Hermione just giggled, the last of her panic flowing out of her. She led him to the living

room and picked up the invitation that Luna had sent. Draco grabbed a corner as well, and

within seconds, both felt the familiar pull behind their navels.

They arrived at the outdoor garden within moments and Hermione smiled when she saw what Luna

had done. There were flowers everywhere, many placed carefully in a huge arch at the head

of the isle.

Hermione turned her head and saw the glitter of water to her left. She walked over to the

serene pond and thought about what Luna had said about the snorks. Shaking her head, she

dutifully performed the spell that Luna said would keep them at bay. Then, leaving Draco to

fend for himself, she walked into the tent that was set up for the bride to get ready

in.

“Hey, Luna. I charmed the water so that the snorks can’t get out during the wedding.”

Luna turned, a dreamy smile on her face. “Thank you, Hermione. Is Ginny here yet?”

Hermione shook her head. “I haven’t seen her, but she should be here shortly. Are you

ready to get dressed?”

Luna nodded. “I hope Neville approves of my wedding dress. I chose a Muggle dress,” she

said as she held it up. It was a simple white sheath dress, made in the Renaissance style

with flowing sleeves that gave it an ethereal look.

“That’s gorgeous, Luna,” Hermione breathed as Ginny walked into the tent.

“I agree,” she said looking at them. “Why are you dressed, Hermione?”

Hermione blushed. “I overslept.”

Ginny studied her intently, noticing the glow she had about her. “You had sex!” she

exclaimed excitedly.

Hermione’s blush deepened to the darkest red. “Kind of,” she admitted.

“What to you mean kind of?” Ginny interrogated.

Hermione bit her lip. “Not intercourse, just oral.”

“Really,” Ginny smirked. “So, how was it?”

“Let’s just say, so far our future sex life looks promising and leave it at that. This is

supposed to be Luna’s day,” Hermione retorted, feeling shy.

Ginny sensed her discomfort and nodded, willing to let the subject drop. “All right, let’s

get you two dressed and then we can do hair and make up.”

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Outside the tent, Draco, Lee and Neville were talking amicably. Neville looked at Lee and

asked, “So, how is married life treating you?”

Lee smiled. “Wonderfully, although Ginny’s cravings keep getting more weird. Last night

she was having weird cravings for ice cream and salsa for some reason.” He shuddered at the

memories of one night searching multiple stores trying to find something to ease her

cravings.

Draco smiled. “How are Jamie and Lily adjusting to living in a different house?”

Lee shrugged. “We have our good days and our bad. I swear every day they will say, but

Grandma lets me do that!” He rolled his eyes. “I know very well that Molly has not let

either of them near a broom.”

The other two laughed easily, both thinking ahead to the possibility of them having

children, Neville with eagerness and Draco with worry. He didn’t want to turn out like his

father. “They do tend to try to do that,” Neville said pleasantly.

It was Lee’s turn to query Neville. “So, what’s Luna like? From what little I remember

from Hogwarts, she seemed a little…” he trailed off, not wanting to be impolite.

“Out there?” Neville offered.

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to say that.”

Neville shrugged. “That’s mostly an act. She’s extremely smart and there are times when I

wonder why she loves me.”

Draco felt a bit awkward and choose to exit himself from the conversation, walking over to

the water. He stared at his reflection, thinking about what it would be like to have

children with Hermione. No doubt about it, she’ll make a great mom, but what about me?

The only example of a father I have is Lucius and everyone will admit that he’s not a good

example. What do I do?

His thoughts continued down that line until the guests started to arrive. He dutifully took

his place in the chairs and watched as people had different reactions to him. Some of the

Gryffindors in attendance stared at him with hatred in their eyes, but others just gave him

a wide berth. The atmosphere took on a nervous edge that didn’t ease until Lee sat next to

him.

That move seemed to symbolise to everyone around that he was not to be feared and the

tension eased tremendously. Draco turned to thank him, when a soft harp started

playing.

The guests turned expectantly to look down the aisle and saw Hermione standing there. She

was dressed in a flowing green dress that seemed to caress her body. In her hair were white

daisies. She stepped carefully down the aisle to the music, with a quick smile for him when

she passed.

Ginny followed her in short order, her pregnant belly prominent in the form fitting dress.

As she came to rest next to Hermione, the music changed slightly, seeming to quiver in the

air and Luna began her journey down the aisle, adoration showing on her face as she looked

at Neville.

Draco turned to look at Neville, who had a stunned look on his face. He was enraptured at

his bride. Smiling, Draco settled back his chair and began to study Hermione, lustful

thoughts coming to his head.

He stared at her throughout the brief bonding ceremony, not even hearing what the official

had to say. He was started out of his musings when the rest of the guests stood up and

clapped. Shaking his head he joined them, now anxious for the day when he could call

Hermione his wife.

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AN: Okay, guys. Sorry for the wait but I’ve been waiting for my beta to get it

back to me (and they were busy). But on the bright side, I have the story completely

finished and am just waiting for my betas to get the chaps back to me. Yeah! On to review

responses…

Smurphy – I’m glad you jumped on the band wagon! And I think all of your questions were

answered by the following chapters, but if not, yes you will find out more about her

capture. Wow…I can’t believe you read it all in one night! Thanks!!!

Jocat – I don’t know if you’re reading here or reading on the other site, so I’m putting

this review in both! Thanks for trying the adult version and I’m glad you liked it! I’d

tickle my muse, but since she’s a dragon she’d probably bite me. Especially since I made

her write 5 chapters in 3 days. (LOL) Thanks!

LadyBlueEyes – Thank you. The sexual side of their relationship has been the hardest for me

to write because I’ve never been through something like that. All I have is how I imagine

that I would react if I had been raped. Here’s more!

Alle – As you can tell, he’s getting a little bit of relief as of this chapter! Thanks so

much!!!

InBedWithSoviets – I’m blushing since you think all the chaps are great! I think I answered

your other question in my PM. (:D) Thanks!

Kazfeist – Glad you liked! Thanks!