Nine ana A Half Weeks

Hermione woke with a start as she hears some moving around the bedroom. It isn\'t Draco, as she can still feel his chest moving rhythmically under her head as he breaths in a deep sleep. She opened one eye slightly as she moved for her wand under the pillow. She opened her eyes completely as she saw a house elf rummaging through her wardrobes.

\"Excuses me Mistress, Hanker didn\'t mean to wake you up,\" said the creature looking petrified, \"I\'ve been sent over from the mansion to bring Master Draco\'s clothes.\"

\"It\'s ok Hanker,\" she replied sitting up and wiping her eyes, \"it\'s not your fault I\'m a light sleeper,\" she climbed from the bed and walked into the bathroom to have a shower.

Hermione stopped stunned for a moment by what she had just done, the girl who only three weeks ago had to pull the curtains around her bed, when she changed her blouse, because she got self conscious of the other girls saw her in her underwear, had just walked across the bedroom strake naked in front of a stranger. She knew that if she mentioned it to either of the Malfoys they would dismiss it saying that Hanker was only a house elf, but that cut no ice with her, because she believed that elves were as human as any wizard or witch. She smiled to herself, way to go Mione, one hang up down only another eighty-two to go.

Hermione put on a silk robe and walked into the kitchen, the smell of food making her mouth water, \"what are you doing?\" she asked as she saw the elf standing by the stove.

\"Hanker thought he would cook the mistress some lunch before he goes back to the mansion,\" replied the elf smiling brightly.

\"Really there\'s no need,\" she replied, \"I can get myself something later.\"

The house elf looked offended, \"but Hanker wants to. Hanker likes the new mistress. She makes the masters happy. They haven\'t been happy since the last mistress died.\"

She smiled down at the little creature, \"in that case thank you I\'d be honoured if you would cook me something.\"

Hermione could hear a banging sound like a headboard hitting against a wall, and she smiled to herself wickedly. Hanker started to walk towards the kitchen door to investigate, \"where are you going?\" she asked.

\"Master Draco seems to be in some distress I was going to see if I could help,\" he replied looking at her worriedly.

\"Draco\'s fine,\" she replied, \"I\'ll go and see to him in a minute, you carry on cooking the lunch.\"

\"Mistress,\" replied the elf walking nervously back to the stove.

A couple of minutes later she could here Draco\'s frantic cries, \"Hermione, Hermione what the bloody hell do you think your doing.\"

She smiled as she saw the elf twitching every time his young master would shout, \"how long until lunch?\" she asked.

\"Forty five minutes, mistress,\" replied the elf.

\"Good,\" she said, \"I\'ll go and see what\'s troubling young Malfoy.\"

A broad smile filled Hanker\'s face, and his shoulders fell with relief, she smiled back at him as she pored herself a glass of milk before walking to the bedroom.

\"About bloody time,\" snapped Draco as she stood framed by the door, \"look at me.\"

She ran her eyes alone his naked body grinning wickedly at the effect it was having on her, \"very nice Draco,\" she said mater-of-factly, \"but I hope you didn\'t drag me in here just to look at your naked body, I mean I already seen it.\"

\"I don\'t mean my body,\" he said with a hint of anger in his voice, \"look at my hands, I\'m tied to the soding bedpost.\"

\"So you are,\" relied Hermione with a look of mock surprise on her face, \"how in Merlin did that happen?\"

\"Look Moine, don\'t play games,\" he pleaded, \"just untie me.\"

\"There\'s the problem,\" she said straddling his lap, \"I not very good with knots.\"

\"What do you think you are doing?\" he asked as she climbed onto his lap wriggling to get comfortable stirring his member to life as her naked bum came into contact with it, she took a drink out of the glass of milk licking her lips seductively to remove all trace from her mouth.

\"Drinking a glass of milk,\" she said, \"Do you want some,\" she tipped the white liquid over his face and upper torso.

A shudder went through the young wizards body as the ice-cold milk impacted with his body, \"dear me Draco,\" she said as if she was talking to a toddler, \"you really ort to keep your mouth open when you are trying to drink, otherwise it just goes everywhere,\" she lowered her head and started licking the milk of his body.

He closed his eyes and his body moved to respond to her touches, arching and bucking in response. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly clawed down with her long manicured nails, and sharp hiss exited his lips as more cold milk hit the hot red scratches quickly appearing on his chest, the hiss turned to a guttural grown as Hermione deftly licked the wounds she had just created.

Wicked gleam filled her eyes as she looked up at his lust filled face and she felt the heat of his manhood throbbing against her buttocks. She slowly worked her way down his body, gently caressing him with her hands and lips. Finally, she sat looking at the tall column of throbbing flesh, she had never done this before, but she was sure she could work it out. She gently ran her tongue along the vein travelling the length of his manhood, watching the effect it was having. She lowered her lips around the throbbing head and started to run her tongue along the slit in the top. She closely watched his eyes and gauged the movement of his body, listening for his response so she could tell what worked and what didn\'t.

She picked up her courage and lowered her lips down the length of his member taking in as far as she dared feeling his head throbbing against the back of her throat. She moved up and down the large shaft of flesh, sucking, licking, and scrapping it with her teeth, gauging the response each action had on his body. Seeing the effect her actions were having on her young lover was really making hot, she knew that Draco would never bring her to her knees in the same way Lucius, did and she didn\'t want to loose that, but the power she could exude over Draco was quickly becoming intoxicating, she found the power it gave her extremely exciting.

Soon Draco was beyond control his hips where thrusting wildly against her mouth pushing him deeper into her throat. A wicked gleam appeared in the young witches eyes as she matched her movement to the thrusts of his hips.

Draco started moaning loudly, \"Fuck, yes do it, Moine my sweetness, my love, I love you, I love you.\"

She nearly choked that was all she needed, Draco a love struck puppy was not a sight she wanted to see, they would have to restate the rules next time his father was here.

Hermione was pulled from her inner musings when Draco\'s thrust picked up pace and ferocity, she continued to match him movements stroke for stroke until his body suddenly became ridged and a jet of warm salty liquid coated the back of her mouth. She continued to massage his quickly shrinking member, greedily savouring every last drop. She had always had a craving for salty snacks and she could see this fast becoming one of her favourites, it was warm sticky and salty, what more could you ask for, although she had read somewhere that it was high in calories, why did everything she enjoyed have to put pounds on her hips? I\'m gonna have to start exercising if this is going to become one of my favourite midnight feasts, she thought, and giggled uncontrollably.

She saw Draco looking down at her with a questioning look on his face. She raised an eyebrow in a characteristic Malfoy manner, \"enjoying yourself down there?\" He asked.

She nodded vigorously, \"yummy, full of meaty goodness.\"

A broad smirk filled the young wizards face, \"good, I aim to please.\"

\"Fair enough,\" she said moving up his body until her moist mound was barely inches away from his face, \"my turn.\"

True to his word, Draco pulled out all the stops to try and please her, his mouth worked tirelessly licking flicking and sucking his way around her sexual organ, he didn\'t have the skill of his father but what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. She was quickly warming to the younger Malfoy, sure he was a slimy git who didn\'t know when to keep his mouth shut, but at this precise moment she was highly grateful for the fact. Hermione\'s body ached as her arousal intensified, she grabbed on to Draco\'s hands to steady herself as her legs started to give way waves of pleasure came crashing against her body. He had certainly improved since this morning he touch more searching and deliberate, he seemed to sense how and when to heighten her pleasure, and took every effort to satisfy her need. Hermione\'s body went stiff as she finally reached the height of her ecstasy, her legs clamped tightly against the sides of his face as her hands pulled his head deeper into her body. Completely spent Hermione collapsed on the bed beside him, a big smirk spreading across her face, she was really was beginning to warm to the younger Malfoy, she was going to have to thank Lucius for bring him along.

She lay still a half smile filling her face as she began to get her breath back, \"if we\'re finished Mione,\" he said, \"would you mind undoing my hands, I\'m beginning to lose feeling in them.\"

\"Oh, right,\" she said, \"just pull the cord beside your wrist.\"

She watched as he turned around and noticed for the first time that the cords were tied in bows, he simply grabbed hold of one of the cords and pulled sharply and the thing came loose.

Hermione looked inquisitively as he began to smile wickedly, \"what are smiling at?\" she asked.

\"\"I was just thanking Merlin that I didn\'t realise that sooner,\" he replied his smile turning into his trademark smirk. She lifted her foot and gently pushed him back against the headboard.

\"What?\" he said looking at her indignantly his hand rubbing the back of his head.

\"I hate that bloody smirk,\" she replied.

\"Don\'t swear Hermione,\" he chastised in the tight-assed tone she had used only weeks earlier.

\"Fuck you Malfoy,\" she snapped indignantly.

\"Really Moine your turning into a nymphomaniac,\" he smirked, \"but you\'ll have to give me half an hour I thoroughly shagged.\"

Again Hermione pushed his head back into the headboard, \"I told you I hate that bloody smirk,\" and she rolled of the bed put on her robe and headed for the door.

\"I thought you wanted to fuck me?\" he shot inquisitively.

\"And I thought you needed half an hour,\" she retorted smirking back at him, then she frowned deeply, I\'m really need to stop picking up their family traits, she thought, I\'ll be murdering muggles next.


Hermione sat at a table outside a coffee shop in White Chapel, lost in thought as she watched the world go bye totally oblivious to the dangers that surrounded them. She could help but consider how much her life had changed over the past fortnight. Gone was the naïve girl who vehemently believed that if she worked hard enough and proved her ability she could get right to the top in The Wizarding World, a rye smile reached her lips now when ever she thought of that sweet young girl. Sirius\' death had brought her crashing to reality, she had to admit that good didn\'t always prevail and that bad things could happen to nice people. The shock discovery made her rethink all her preset beliefs, she soon realised that there had never been a muggleborn, head of department in the ministry, not even a professor at Hogworts, she checked every major company and organisation in the Wizarding and found them all to be the same.

Sure, she could enter any field of business she wanted all the companies had an open anti-discrimination, and welcomed muggleborns onto their staff, but she would always be struggling against mediocrity, and that wasn\'t how she had planned to lead her life.

That was what first attracted her to Lucius in The Black Cat Club, she had seen him looking at her with pure lust in his eyes. It had taken her aback at first, a known Death Eater getting all hot and bothered over a mudblood whore. She had to have him to prove to him that she was as good as any pureblood witch. Sure, she knew it was dangerous, that was half the fun, but it was dangerous for him too. If it ever got back to Voldemort that he had even looked at her with lust filled eyes, he\'d be dead quicker than you could say Adva Kava. So why was he prepared to risk loss status and even death just to taste her sweet flesh, was she really that alluring?

Hermione hadn\'t been ready for the response her body had to his caress, the feeling of pure pleasure and delight for an hour she could forget all her problems and be lost in the heights of ecstasy. Originally she thought it was only his hands that could bring her to these heights that she needed so obsessively, but now she knew differently and that changed things. She still fantasised about his touch the feel of his fingers against her skin, and long for their touch again, but would no longer be a slave to his evil impulses if they were to have sex again it would be on an equal footing.

Hermione\'s thoughts turned to Draco, and a wicked smile filed her face as much as she hated being wrapped around Lucius\' pureblood finger she delighted in wrapping his snivelling son around hers. She thought back to the events of yesterday, they had sex five times in a twelve hours period and the hapless puppy dog would do anything for a taste of her tender flesh. How she was going to love leading him around by the balls.

High everybody thanks for the reviews and sorry it has taken so long to update.

To answer a few questions, the story isn\'t exactly a HG/LM flic or a HG/DM one. The story is about the way she deals with the fact that her life is built upon a tissue of lies and she uses the high of sex to compensate for the disapointments in her life.

It is sex that she is becoming addicted to not eitherof the Malfoy men, the story will see how far she can fall and who will be there to pick up the peices when she finally crashes to a halt.