LIFETIME MATE

Chapter Two

The following months, she stayed home a lot of the time, for school was over for her. She was now a fully licensed professor. She worked extra days at the Ministry and taught at the wizarding pre-school the fundamentals of magic. Before she knew it, it was the second week of June. Her next cycle.

She packed a bag for Katrina and flooed their way to her parents, where they would watch her for the week. Kat took all this in stride, for she knew that her mother was not herself for this week every year, along with a week in November al Her Hermione kissed Kat’s cheek, “Be good.”

“Always.” Kat answered cheekily.

Hermione made her way back home, sad to be apart from Kat. She really was lucky to have her. She was smart and cared for others, and was always there for her. She drew a nice warm bath with her favorite bubblebath and laid back, letting the soothing water relax her tired body.

She lay back thinking about Katrina, and that she should sit down and talk with her about Draco. He would have been proud of her, she mused to herself. She has told Kat some things, but not the early years or his name. Katrina hasn’t really asked much about him, as she seems to be very sensitive to her mother’s feelings. Kat told her when she was ready, she would listen. Hermione had told her about the way he died and that it was right before they were to be married. She even showed Kat the wedding dress that was tucked away in plastic in the back of her closet.

She got out of the tub slowly, drying herself off thinking that she is going to have to try to get on with her life. She picked out a book for herself to read, then went to bed to read for awhile until she felt sleepy. After a few hours, when her eye lids started to get heavy, she closed her book, then turned out the light where she immediately fell asleep.


The next morning, she woke up sweating, her sheets damp. She got up on rubbery legs to get pot potion that Severus had given her. She downed the entire contents, then donned her thin silk robe over her bare skin. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat at the table until the potion kicked in. About a half hour later, she got up, still feeling warm but not feverish. She walked outside to the pool where she slipped off the robe, letting it fall from her fingers to the ground. She used the stone steps at the shallow end and walked in, letting the water cool her flushed skin.

It was always like this for her during these times. The potion seemed to calm the sexual urges. Oh, it was still there, but it was controllable. She usually spent the time in the pool or in the fitness room, working out some of the tension. It usually lasted anywhere from three to five days. The past couple of years, it’s been lasting only for about three days, and it could be because she usually has some very erotic dreams of Draco during these times, dreaming that he was with her.

While she is outside, swimming in the pool or lounging back letting the sun dry her body, she would stop what she was doing and look around. Feeling that something was not right. She would shrug it off, as her senses are a bit haywire at this time of year and continue with what she was doing.


She climbed out of the pool and lay back on the lounge chair, letting the sun dry her naked body. She rubbed some lotion on her hands and spread it along her legs, starting at her calves and working her way up to her thighs. She then rubbed some along her arms, then leaned her head back to rub her neck and shoulders. She moved her hand down to her chest, where she gave a low moan as she cupped her own breast, drawing the pebbled nipple between thumb and forefinger. Leaving the one hand on her breast, she trailed her other to the juncture of her thighs, where she cupped her mound, letting her fingers slide between her slick folds. She spread her legs, letting a finger, then two, slide into her heat, working them in and out. She ran her other hand down where it touched the sensitive core of her. She massaged in circles, lightly at first as her other hand was busy pumping her two fingers into herself.

She raised her hips as she applied more pressure on the strokes against her clit and she worked her fingers faster in and out. She felt her body tense as her climax shuddered through her. She left one hand over herself until the throbbing ebbed, and her heart started beating regularly.

She got up and dived in the pool to do a couple of laps to cool down, then got up to have a bit of lunch. That night after she exhausted herself, she made her way to bed where she stripped down to nothing and climbed under the thin cool sheets.

Sometime in the middle of the night she dreamt that Draco had come to her in thght.ght. It started with him climbing under the covers, pressing his warm body into hers. His mouth could be felt at her neck where he kissed and licked his way to her ear, as his hands caressed her body. “You feel so good Hermione.” He would whisper hoarsely in her ear as his hand cupped the swell of her breast. She leaned her head back and arched her back as she moaned out his name. He kissed his way along the side of her face until he found her waiting mouth, her tongue coming out to meet his. As their kiss deepened, his hand trailed down to her flat stomach. She spread her legs and raised her hips as she grasped his hand and placed it against her moist heat.

He kissed his way down to the swell of her breast where he teased around the nipple. “Please Draco.” She begged him, urging him to take the nipple into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the nipple, flicking his tongue around the peak, at the same time he sunk two of his fingers into her wetness, bringing out a low moan from Hermione as she writhed beneath him.

He then licked his way down, smelling the musky arousal that was her, the closer he came to her nest of curls. He licked the dragon tattoo at her hip then made his way down, her legs spreading as he leaned between them. He lightly blew on her as he sunk a finger deep inside of her, then he brought his mouth down on her wet lips where his tongue made his way around and inside her slick folds. Hermione reached down and tangled her fingers through his hair to bring him closer as she pumped her hips up meeting the thrust of his tongue. He licked his way up, the tip of his tongue going around the clit, then gave it a wide stroke against it with his tongue, then he drew back. She forcefully pulled his head down by his hair, as he wrapped his lips around her clit giving a light suction as his tongue flicked against it relentlessly. Her legs soon began to quiver and vibrate as her body stilled, her climax washing over her lower body, her inner walls pulsating against his fingers.

He roughly kissed his way up her heated skin until he came up to her neck. He positioned the head of his erection at her opening. He licked his way to her ear where he whispered. “I love you Hermione.” As he slowly entered her. “You are so tight.” He groaned as he withdrew, then to thrust back in deep and hard.

Hermione reached for his face to draw his mouth down to hers. “I love you Draco, forever and always.” She whispered against his lips before he ravaged her moist mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands glided down his back to his hips where she guided him to go faster and deeper.

Their mingled moans filled the room as they were both trying to hold back their release but not being able to stop it building in momentum. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts, the friction against her clit bringing her climax crashing down on her. He felt her contracting muscles tightening around his shaft, he plunged deep once, then twice, spilling his seed deep inside of her. He buried his face in her neck, his heart beating heavy against hers.

Hermione brought her arms around him as she kissed his neck, “I miss you so much Draco.” Tears running down to her pillow.


The following morning Hermione woke up still feeling warm and sleepy. She lay on her side, her cheek on her damp pillow from her tears. She thought back on her dream and how it felt so real to her. She shifted her legs and felt herself literally dripping between her legs. She sat up and could smell and sense something different around the room.

“Not again.” She cried as she tucked her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them, as she put her head down and cried.

When she was drained of tears, she got up on shaky legs and took a cool shower, letting the water sluice over her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes against the water trying to wash away some of the dream. After awhile, she got slowly out of the shower and toweled herself dry to start her day.

She sat at her kitchen table to write a note, then sent it off with her owl, then laid down on the couch to wait for the response.