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14,345
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Chapter 3
Disclaimer: All things HARRY POTTER belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury and a whole load of other people that aren’t me. (Sigh) I’m just borrowing them.
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Chapter 3/5 – Saltatrix
He tried to listen, but his mind kept drifting. Blaise was prattling on about some new ball that was being held to raise funds for, well, he couldn’t remember exactly who for. And try as he could Draco’s mind refused to obey. Instead it bombarded him with images of the incredible blowjob Hermione had given him. He had never cum so hard, what she had done with her mouth and tongue was almost criminal.
Draco felt his groin twitch at the thought of what was going to happen later. He knew she had taken the day off work to “do something” at home. He had tried Apparating but his minx of a girlfriend had wards set up all over the place preventing him from getting in. All of this only fuelled the X-rated images in his mind.
“Draco…MALFOY.”
Draco shook his head and turned to see a smirking Blaise staring at him. “Are we interrupting?”
“Sod off, Zabini,” he replied, although a small smile graced his lips.
“I’m guessing this meeting is pretty much over.”
Draco pulled his watch from his pocket and glanced at it. “We’d better continue,” he said. “I’d like to get it out of the way.”
“Fine, Malfoy, but do try to pay attention please.”
“One will do one’s best,” teased Draco. ‘Besides,’ he thought, ‘Hermione’s not expecting me for another hour.’
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Hermione stood in the centre of the room, surveying her work. All the house elves were on their day off, one of the stipulations Hermione had put down when she moved in with Draco. Along with getting paid, the elves were entitled to a day off a week as well as paid holidays. She may no longer be in Hogwarts but S.P.E.W. was still alive and well.
She tapped her wand against her arm as she ran over in her mind what was left to do. Ginny had been over earlier helping her set up, before setting off to her own place to have *fun* with Harry.
“Ok,” murmured Hermione, “one little piece of transfiguration left and then all I have to do is change.”
Moving the old hat stand into the centre of the room with a wave of her wand she then spoke the incantation; swished her wand twice and she had a result. “I wonder what dear ol’ Lucius would say if he saw what I have turned what was probably a family heirloom into,” she said with a small laugh. “He’d probably have a heart attack if he knew what it was going to be used for.”
The clock in the hallway chimed. “Goodness, I’d better hurry.” Throwing a quick look around the room once more Hermione nodded to herself and headed upstairs to her bedroom to change.
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Once again Draco was greeted with a bobbing envelope as he apparated outside Malfoy Manor. But this time he was very much looking forward to it’s contents. Grabbing it quickly he tore it open and withdrew the note.
{Small ballroom. A change of clothes is waiting for you there… Hermione}
Grinning in anticipation Draco quickly entered the Manor and headed for the room mentioned in the note. He entered the ballroom and shut the door behind him. The room was dark save for a candles floating in the air. “Hermione,” he called out.
“The chair to your left, love,” she called out and a few more candles ignited to show him the way.
Reaching the chair he discovered a pair a black silk drawstring pants folded neatly on it. Smirking he quickly stripped off everything and then pulled the cool silk on. As soon as he was ready the room grew a little brighter as more candles lit up and Draco could see another chair in the centre of the room. Moving to it he sat down and music filled the room. Draco loved Muggle music, and the slow sultry jazz tune that was playing was one of his favourites.
The rest of the candles burst to light and a pole that went from floor to ceiling was visible about five feet from him. He cocked an eyebrow at this and was about to call out for Hermione again when she appeared.
“Oh, Hermione,” he groaned as his eyes travelled over her. She was wearing a tiny bra and thong set; damn, he loved Muggle lingerie. It was nothing more than three triangles of red silk held together by thin bands that barely covered her breasts and the treasure between her legs. Bringing his eyes to her face, she smiled at him as her body began moving to the music.
Reaching out behind her she clasped the pole with one hand and swung around it. Draco groaned as he watched her grind her hips against it. The music changed to a faster beat and Hermione increased her speed. She danced around the pole alternating between swinging on it and rubbing against it. She smiled at Draco and licked her lips slowly as she abandoned it and walked towards him, sashaying her hips seductively.
Once again the music slowed down as Hermione placed her hands on the back of the chair and straddled him. She shook her head as he moved his hands to touch her and reluctantly Draco let them fall to his side. She moved slowly, barely brushing against his crotch, her breasts swaying in time with her hips. This continued for a while as she teased him with her lap dance.
“Please, love,” he whispered.
Hermione nodded as she picked up the pace, touching the erection growing in his pants, the silk of her thong rubbing against the silk of his pyjamas. His hands found her hips and with each movement down he thrusted up. Both groaned at the sensation. Draco’s eyes widened at the growing wet patch on the red silk.
“As beautiful as this is,” he said as he fingers danced up her spine to the clasp of the bra, “it needs to come off.” He quickly undid it and pulled it from her, dropping it to the floor. He hands moved down to the waistband of her thong. “And this as well,” he whispered, and pulled on the delicate strap, it gave way immediately and he pulled it away. He loved to undress her. Hermione moaned loudly as the tip of his cock encased in silk rubbed against her bare clit.
“Your turn,” she gasped, still moving to the music.
“Vanesco,” muttered Draco and the pants *melted* away. “I wanted to undress you,” he added when she shot a questioning look to him using a spell to get rid of his clothes.
With his hands on her hips he guided her as she rubbed her pussy over his cock, wetting it with her arousal. He bent his head and took one pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard. Releasing it he moved his tongue across her skin to the other nipple and did the same.
Tightening his grip on her hips Draco stilled her movements. Smiling at him Hermione reached down and took hold of his cock and guided it into her. Each gasped as she took him deep.
“You are incredible,” he smiled and kissed her. Their tongues moved in time with the rhythm of their lower bodies. They continued at the unhurried pace for a while and then as the music picked up it’s beat again, Hermione increased her speed, riding him faster.
“Harder, Hermione.” He cried as his hands massaged her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
Panting hard she moved faster and harder, grinding her clit against him as she slid down.
“Those are some moves, Granger,” he groaned.
“Just a question,” she gasped, “of finding the right rhythm, Malfoy.”
Both breathing hard they locked eyes as the momentum built. Draco could feel his balls tighten and his cock swell inside her. Moving one hand to where they were joined he rubbed and pinched her clit.
“Close,” she gasped. “So close, oh, Merlin,” she threw her head back. Their movements became erratic as they strived to their pinnacle.
“DRACO,” she cried out a moment later as her climax hit.
With an echo of her name Draco gave into his own release and shot his seed into her.
“Oh, love,” he gasped holding her tight as she milked him.
Hermione buried her face in his neck as she struggled to catch her breath. A few minutes passed and she lifted her head, kissing him gently as she brushed his hair from his eyes.
“Got any more of those *outfits*?” he smirked.
“In all colours and fabrics,” she grinned. “Want to *undress* me?”
“Only if you dance as well, love,” he said with a laugh before covering her mouth with his again.
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Chapter 3/5 – Saltatrix
He tried to listen, but his mind kept drifting. Blaise was prattling on about some new ball that was being held to raise funds for, well, he couldn’t remember exactly who for. And try as he could Draco’s mind refused to obey. Instead it bombarded him with images of the incredible blowjob Hermione had given him. He had never cum so hard, what she had done with her mouth and tongue was almost criminal.
Draco felt his groin twitch at the thought of what was going to happen later. He knew she had taken the day off work to “do something” at home. He had tried Apparating but his minx of a girlfriend had wards set up all over the place preventing him from getting in. All of this only fuelled the X-rated images in his mind.
“Draco…MALFOY.”
Draco shook his head and turned to see a smirking Blaise staring at him. “Are we interrupting?”
“Sod off, Zabini,” he replied, although a small smile graced his lips.
“I’m guessing this meeting is pretty much over.”
Draco pulled his watch from his pocket and glanced at it. “We’d better continue,” he said. “I’d like to get it out of the way.”
“Fine, Malfoy, but do try to pay attention please.”
“One will do one’s best,” teased Draco. ‘Besides,’ he thought, ‘Hermione’s not expecting me for another hour.’
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Hermione stood in the centre of the room, surveying her work. All the house elves were on their day off, one of the stipulations Hermione had put down when she moved in with Draco. Along with getting paid, the elves were entitled to a day off a week as well as paid holidays. She may no longer be in Hogwarts but S.P.E.W. was still alive and well.
She tapped her wand against her arm as she ran over in her mind what was left to do. Ginny had been over earlier helping her set up, before setting off to her own place to have *fun* with Harry.
“Ok,” murmured Hermione, “one little piece of transfiguration left and then all I have to do is change.”
Moving the old hat stand into the centre of the room with a wave of her wand she then spoke the incantation; swished her wand twice and she had a result. “I wonder what dear ol’ Lucius would say if he saw what I have turned what was probably a family heirloom into,” she said with a small laugh. “He’d probably have a heart attack if he knew what it was going to be used for.”
The clock in the hallway chimed. “Goodness, I’d better hurry.” Throwing a quick look around the room once more Hermione nodded to herself and headed upstairs to her bedroom to change.
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Once again Draco was greeted with a bobbing envelope as he apparated outside Malfoy Manor. But this time he was very much looking forward to it’s contents. Grabbing it quickly he tore it open and withdrew the note.
{Small ballroom. A change of clothes is waiting for you there… Hermione}
Grinning in anticipation Draco quickly entered the Manor and headed for the room mentioned in the note. He entered the ballroom and shut the door behind him. The room was dark save for a candles floating in the air. “Hermione,” he called out.
“The chair to your left, love,” she called out and a few more candles ignited to show him the way.
Reaching the chair he discovered a pair a black silk drawstring pants folded neatly on it. Smirking he quickly stripped off everything and then pulled the cool silk on. As soon as he was ready the room grew a little brighter as more candles lit up and Draco could see another chair in the centre of the room. Moving to it he sat down and music filled the room. Draco loved Muggle music, and the slow sultry jazz tune that was playing was one of his favourites.
The rest of the candles burst to light and a pole that went from floor to ceiling was visible about five feet from him. He cocked an eyebrow at this and was about to call out for Hermione again when she appeared.
“Oh, Hermione,” he groaned as his eyes travelled over her. She was wearing a tiny bra and thong set; damn, he loved Muggle lingerie. It was nothing more than three triangles of red silk held together by thin bands that barely covered her breasts and the treasure between her legs. Bringing his eyes to her face, she smiled at him as her body began moving to the music.
Reaching out behind her she clasped the pole with one hand and swung around it. Draco groaned as he watched her grind her hips against it. The music changed to a faster beat and Hermione increased her speed. She danced around the pole alternating between swinging on it and rubbing against it. She smiled at Draco and licked her lips slowly as she abandoned it and walked towards him, sashaying her hips seductively.
Once again the music slowed down as Hermione placed her hands on the back of the chair and straddled him. She shook her head as he moved his hands to touch her and reluctantly Draco let them fall to his side. She moved slowly, barely brushing against his crotch, her breasts swaying in time with her hips. This continued for a while as she teased him with her lap dance.
“Please, love,” he whispered.
Hermione nodded as she picked up the pace, touching the erection growing in his pants, the silk of her thong rubbing against the silk of his pyjamas. His hands found her hips and with each movement down he thrusted up. Both groaned at the sensation. Draco’s eyes widened at the growing wet patch on the red silk.
“As beautiful as this is,” he said as he fingers danced up her spine to the clasp of the bra, “it needs to come off.” He quickly undid it and pulled it from her, dropping it to the floor. He hands moved down to the waistband of her thong. “And this as well,” he whispered, and pulled on the delicate strap, it gave way immediately and he pulled it away. He loved to undress her. Hermione moaned loudly as the tip of his cock encased in silk rubbed against her bare clit.
“Your turn,” she gasped, still moving to the music.
“Vanesco,” muttered Draco and the pants *melted* away. “I wanted to undress you,” he added when she shot a questioning look to him using a spell to get rid of his clothes.
With his hands on her hips he guided her as she rubbed her pussy over his cock, wetting it with her arousal. He bent his head and took one pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard. Releasing it he moved his tongue across her skin to the other nipple and did the same.
Tightening his grip on her hips Draco stilled her movements. Smiling at him Hermione reached down and took hold of his cock and guided it into her. Each gasped as she took him deep.
“You are incredible,” he smiled and kissed her. Their tongues moved in time with the rhythm of their lower bodies. They continued at the unhurried pace for a while and then as the music picked up it’s beat again, Hermione increased her speed, riding him faster.
“Harder, Hermione.” He cried as his hands massaged her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
Panting hard she moved faster and harder, grinding her clit against him as she slid down.
“Those are some moves, Granger,” he groaned.
“Just a question,” she gasped, “of finding the right rhythm, Malfoy.”
Both breathing hard they locked eyes as the momentum built. Draco could feel his balls tighten and his cock swell inside her. Moving one hand to where they were joined he rubbed and pinched her clit.
“Close,” she gasped. “So close, oh, Merlin,” she threw her head back. Their movements became erratic as they strived to their pinnacle.
“DRACO,” she cried out a moment later as her climax hit.
With an echo of her name Draco gave into his own release and shot his seed into her.
“Oh, love,” he gasped holding her tight as she milked him.
Hermione buried her face in his neck as she struggled to catch her breath. A few minutes passed and she lifted her head, kissing him gently as she brushed his hair from his eyes.
“Got any more of those *outfits*?” he smirked.
“In all colours and fabrics,” she grinned. “Want to *undress* me?”
“Only if you dance as well, love,” he said with a laugh before covering her mouth with his again.