You Raise Me Up

A few observations:

skydancer: When I first read your review I thought for only a moment that I had made some terrible fanfiction faux pas. But, just to be sure I looked it up on a few sites. Ted Tonks was a muggleborn Wizard, like Hermione. He can fly a broom, but I imagine with his poor coordination, he wouldn't be very good. Expecially drunk...

NutsAboutHarry: I'm glad you finally decided to give this story a chance. I've done the exact same thing to several stories before. I look them over...decide 'eh'...not now....and then a few weeks later when my life is at a complete standstill, I decide I have nothing better to do...so I read them. Then, I am pleasantly surprised that I didn't read them before. I love pleasant surprises. ^_~

As for pleasant surprises, I'm sure there won't be any of you disappointed with Percy's owl. Oh! And guess what?!?! There's smut in this chapter as well! Yay!!
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“Bloody hell….it’s from the Minister!”

Bellatrix opened the message with shaking hands, unsure of the message it would hold. She vaguely registered hands on her shoulders as she broke the Minister’s wax seal.

Madam Black

It is my duty to inform you that during routine checks at Azkaban prison there was a murder-suicide inside one of the cells. I do not have to inform you of the recent arrests of the Forsaken, who fancied themselves the next generation of Death Eaters. One of the Forsaken was put into a cell with Auror Alasio Strix. The Forsaken promptly killed Auror Strix with a shoestring, and then committed suicide. Fool was trickier than he looked...

Being an only child whose parents are deceased, Alasio owns all of his family's assets. His death has prompted the Department of Finance and Property to place all of the Strix property and assets into Orion’s hand, as he is Alasio’s only blood relative. Since you and Severus are his legal guardians, you will have access to his Gringott's vault and the wills to all of his estates. I will arrange a private meeting with you to give you the keys to everything.

In more…exciting news, this also opens the door for one Severus Snape to adopt Orion. The papers required are enclosed. If you would both sign them, and return them as soon as possible, his final birth certificate can be registered with the Department of Magical Births and Deliveries.

Hoping this letter finds you in good spirits,

Percy Weasley, Minister of Magic, England

The letter fluttered from her hands. “Severus…” she murmured.

“I read…” came the reply, and she felt lips press against her cheek. “I'm a father..."

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Hermione stretched gently, and yawned. She’d had a rather good night’s sleep, and was quite excited about her and Draco’s ‘mission’ today. Harry wanted her and her husband to go with him to see his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Some kind of twisted closure…

Her thoughts were interrupted when an arm draped over her, and she felt something stiff against her back. She laughed gently when Draco buried his face in her hair.

“I thought it was the women who were supposed to be randy during pregnancy…” she teased. He responded be gently gripping her leg just beneath her knee, and lifting it in slightly beneath the covers.

“Malfoy men are always ready for a good shag….especially from their spouses….” He retorted, and began teasing her slit with his hard member.

“Is that why your mum and dad are always disappearing at random times? Is that the reason we walked in on them in the library?” she asked. She felt him shudder behind her.

“My parents’ sex life is not good pillow talk…” he murmured, and then pressed a gentle kiss behind her ear. She shivered slightly.

“What is good pillow talk?” she asked suggestively, groaning slightly when he pressed the head of his glorious erection just past her outer lips, still teasing her.

“I dunno. I could tell you what I’m about to do to you…” he whispered huskily in her ear. She shivered again. He knew damn well she was a sucker for filthy language….but only in the bedroom….

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her breath hitching when he nipped at her neck.

“I’m going to fuck you, my dear. I’m going to make you scream my name until you can’t talk. You won’t be able to talk to Potter’s Muggle relatives, because your voice will be gone. Hell…I might even have to carry you inside…I’m not sure if I’ll let you be able to walk today.” He said, pulling out and rubbing his cock against the lips of her opening again.

“Are you going to fuck me hard?” she asked, her voice soft with lust.

“Oh yes. I’m going to remind you to whom you belong. You are mine. Those tantalizing tits are mine.” He said, snaking his other arm underneath and around her to rub her swollen breasts. She gave a strangled groan when he inched slightly inside her, quite pleased that she was already drenching. “You’re wet for me…” he growled, and nipped at her ear.

“So wet. I get wet when you talk about what you’re going to do to me. Tell me what you’re doing now. Don’t leave out any details…” she purred. She threw the covers off of them, and held her leg up higher, using her own arm to reduce the strain. Draco’s newly freed hand found her other breast, and he began to pinch and twist her nipples.

“I’m playing with your huge breasts.” He started, his voice low, just at her ear. “I’m inching my thick….hard….cock…..inside you…” he added, enforcing each word with a slight push of his member. She tried to push against him, but he rewarded her impatience with a sharp slap against her bottom. He kept his cock firmly in place, holding absolutely still for several seconds.

“If you try to speed this up, I will stop, my dear. I am the master in the bedroom. Is that clear?” but she was almost incoherent as she pleaded for him to continue. He pulled completely out, and growled. “Is. That. Clear?” he asked. She groaned.

“Yes, sir. Yes, Draco….” She gasped when he eased the tip back inside her. Without warning, he sheathed himself completely in her moist sleeve, and she gave a strained gurgle.

“Fuck!” she hissed.

“If you insist,….” He bit back a strangled cry as he pulled himself almost completely back, and pushed back again. He began slowly at first, working her into a frenzy of impatience. His languid pace and lazy observations were driving her to the brink of insanity. She began to beg, quite loudly, for him to increase his force and speed.

“Harder, Draco! Bloody, sodding, fucking, hell! Fuck me harder, you great prat!” she cried. He nipped her ear firmly, and pulled out completely. She groaned in sexual agony. “Draco….” She practically sobbed.

“Who’s the master of the bedroom?” he asked, his voice gravelly and low.

“You! You, Draco! You’re the master of the bedroom!!” she cried, completely desperate.

“And as such, does that give you the right to order me to do anything?” he ground out, languidly rubbing his private bits across her thigh.

“No…” she moaned.

“No, what?” he hissed.

“No , sir! No, Draco! Please….please will you…?” she cried, gasping and pleading.

“No.” he said, and rolled off of the bed, withdrawing himself from her completely.

“What?!” she shrieked, her breath coming in labored gasps. She rolled slightly onto her back, watching him with lust-clouded, wide eyes. “What are you playing at?” she cried. He retrieved his wand lazily from his nightstand.

“I’m teaching you a lesson.” He said softly, and with a flick of his wrists, her hands were slapped to her sides, unmovable. She kicked slightly. Another flick, and her knees were pushed up and apart, her legs charmed to stay spread. He levitated her slightly off of the bed, so that her growing belly wouldn’t put pressure on her back. He smiled at her. “I’ll be in the shower. You can think about your position in my bed, and how you can…atone for your sins….” He said, his smile turning into more of a pleased smirk.

Hermione’s wide eyes watched him as he walked, still stiff as a board, into the bathroom. For a moment she expected him to jump out and laugh, and then tend to her, but when she heard the water running she knew she was stuck like this for at least twenty minutes….the great prat took long showers…

She could feel herself dripping. She was soaking wet, splayed to the world, and unable to bring herself to completion. She knew that Draco liked to have control in the bedroom…but this was ridiculous. She was horny, dammit, and she wanted him to fuck her silly! She would get back at him….oh yes…he would pay dearly.

By the time the water in the bathroom switched off, she was sure there was a small puddle beneath her on the mattress. Even without him inside her, she was helpless to the thought of his cock. She had been dreaming of all sorts of things she wanted him to do to her, and things she wanted to do to him to get him back. One involved his leather belt and a cane….another involved her old Gryffindor tie and a cucumber….yummy.

He walked into the room moments later, naked as the day he was born, still stiffer than a telephone pole, and water dripping off of him. She glared at him hungrily, her eyes resting on the prize. She would have it, dammit…..

He came to the edge of the bed, and stared at her prone form. “Good gods, Hermione. I think you might have drenched the mattress. I should have just taken a shower under you, you’re dripping so much…” he said. She gave an involuntary shudder at his words. “Have you thought about what you did? I sure did….I feel bad that I had to leave you in such a state, my dear, but you simply had to learn who is in charge here. Are you ready for me to fuck you into oblivion? I’ll be happy to oblige as long as you ask nicely….keyword: ask.” he said, his hand lowering to lazily stroke his rock-hard staff.

“Please, Draco…will you please let me come? I’ve waited patiently for you, husband….I’m dripping with anticipation….I’m sorry….please….” she said softly, struggling slightly against her invisible bonds. He purred, and climbed up onto the bed from the end, his cock bobbing between his legs.

“Good girl…I think I will let you come.” He said, and eased himself inside her. It was no problem at all due to the ample lubrication her body had produced. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Hermione.” He said, locking his silver
eyes with hers. “I’m going to fuck you hard, but I know you’ll love every minute of it…” he added, and pulled back slowly, thrusting forward suddenly and forcefully. She squealed happily, muttering nonsense. He began pounding her in earnest, obliging her begs and pleads. He pounded her with every fiber of his being, occasionally whispering things to her. “My gods….so tight….Come for me…” he muttered.

And she did. Not once, twice, or even three times. Before he let himself go he had brought her to agonizing completion four times. On the fourth time, his own body could hold back no longer, and he lowered himself to her, grabbing her face in his hands and planting a searing kiss on her lips as he exploded. The force of his orgasm was so great that he saw white stars. Hermione’s body milked him hungrily, and he tilted forward slightly after he was done. He panted roughly, and looked up. He laughed softly when he noticed her head was tilted back, and she was out like a light.

He looked at the clock, and smiled. They still had a couple of hours before they had to meet with Potter to go see those damned Muggles. He could slip in another hour of sleep with his wife. He released her bonds and lowered her to the bed, gently bringing her up on her side. He didn’t bother cleaning himself or her up. He could take another shower…and there was something strangely perverse and exciting about leaving his warm seed dripping from her sex, and down her thighs… He pulled her close, and sighed.

“I love you, Mione….I really do…”
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Ooo....tingly feelings in special places. I do love a good smut chapter, don't you? Why don't you tell me just how much you loved it, eh? It would make me consider writing more....yummy yummy!

Next chapter: Draco meets the Dursleys.

Just a random note...I do enjoy writing the Dursleys interacting with magic folk. I have another story: The Malfoy Chronicles, in which Harry takes Lucius and Narcissa with him....hilariousness ensues as Narcissa gets into a bitch-fight with Petunia. Must read....funny....^_^