Just a Daydream

Terrified and clueless as to why she was here, she took note of her surroundings. She was being dragged through the palace. Held by two burley and naked to the waist royal guards, she had been taken from her home, given over to an older woman who bathed her and changed her clothes before she was handed back to the guards.



Wearing only a jeweled bra style top and flowing billowy trousers, cinched at the waist and ankles, she was being taken through the royal residence and she hadn’t been told why.



A huge set of double doors opened, and she was hurled inside so hard she fell to the floor. She started to rise to her feet but instantly dropped down again when she saw him. He was reclining on a large bed that was set low to the ground and covered in pillows. Hypnotic blue eyes, and nearly white blonde hair distracted only momentarily from his bare chest. Smooth and sumptuously soft in appearance, his pale nipples called to her, inviting her forward.



“Stand,” he told her, “and come here.”



Obedient to the city’s ruler, she stood and walked over to him. The Malfoy was so powerful that nobody went against his words or orders. Nobody that is expect her husband.



“Look at me.” She lifted her eyes. He was wearing only white loose silk trousers nothing else. Even his anklets and arm bands were missing. “Your husband was executed yesterday,” he said without feeling, “for treason.”



“Yes honorable one.” She said. She had tried to be a good wife and mourn him but she was more relieved that the tyrant was gone.



“He admitted to those involved with him but your name was left out. Apparently he doesn’t think women are smart enough for inclusion in his little group.”



“Yes honorable one.” She said. It was all she could say, regardless of the fact that it was all she’d been told she could say.



“Dance.” He ordered. At her confused look he chuckled. “I saw you perform once. Now I wish to be the only audience. Dance.” This time the firmness left no room for refusal.



She hadn’t danced since her marriage, but it was something one never forgot. With no music she closed her eyes and heard the strings in her head. She moved and undulated her body.



“Topless.” He ordered, with a hard glare. Her eyes flew open and for a moment she thought she had misheard him. “Your husband bragged that you danced naked for him. There is only me here to enjoy your dancing.”



She swallowed and with slow movements and a heavy flush she removed the top and resumed her dance, keeping her eyes closed. On her knees, she rolled her shoulders, blushing even more as she felt her breasts rolling about for his view. The thought that he had a view of her as she rolled about ith her breasts exposed caused her body to react.



“Enjoying yourself?” She paused and slowed her movements considerably. “Look at me.” She opened her eyes. “Am I mistaking those?” He gestured to her nipples.



‘Embarrassment honorable one.” She said.



“Understandable.” He admitted. “Come here.” She reached for her top. “Leave that there, and come here.” She crawled over to him and stopped at the edge of the bed. He let out a rough sigh and reached down, grabbing her under her arms and dragging her over the pillows, tossing her flat on her back.



“Honorable one. I……” she stammered.



“I’m going to help you out.” He said and dropped his head taking a hard nipple in his mouth. She gasped as he sucked one then the other. She reached for his arms but was afraid to push him away. What was the penalty for refusing the city’s ruler? She didn’t want to think about it.



He attacked her breasts, most likely leaving marks on her flesh. She had no husband anymore so she didn’t care. However the attention he was giving her was something she hadn’t felt in a long time and she let out a groan without knowing it. He pulled away and covered her chest with his, moving from side to side so he could feel her body.



“Like that did you?” He asked, balancing his weight on his elbows he rolled his body over hers, letting her still hard nipples draw images on his chests.



“My husband never paid much attention to them.” She admitted.



“Really, what a shame.” He said reaching down and loosening the waist of her trousers. She had know this was coming and held herself still. “I’m thinking your husband didn’t do much with you.”



She just closed her eyes and he slid between her legs pushing his own flowing trousers out of the way. Within moments he had slid inside her. While she was humiliated that the ruler was using her body this way, feelings she thought long dead were rising to the surface of her being.



Her husband never looked at her and the Malfoy was drilling her with his eyes, her husband thrust in and out but the Malfoy was rolling his hips in wide circles, rocking back and forth and plunging slow and deep. Her husband kept his body suspended above hers an arms length away, but the Malfoy, rested his whole weight on her, connecting torso to torso. She felt his breathe as he exhaled close to her lips.



“Open your mouth.” He ordered. She brought her eyes to his and saw the harshness. She parted her lips and he dropped down and plunged his tongue into her. The contact was too much and without knowing what she was doing, she had brought her arms around his waist and was pulling him closer.



It had been too long since she felt this and she wanted more then ever to feel it now. Reaching down he hooked both her knees over on his elbows and moved fast and harder, driving into her body.



She held her reactions in and shook with the effort. ‘Don’t hold it in, let it out.” He told her.



She let go of her tension and her body took over. She arched into him, gasping and thrusting her hips upward. His own grunts grew louder as he watched her. He forced his body lower grinding his pelvis into her, curling his back. He released her legs and they wrapped around his waist.



She let go in a matter of moments and something she hadn’t felt in the whole of her marriage overflowed within her. She let out a loud shriek and threw her head back, gripping his hips in a tight clamp. She was thrown about by his movements picking up speed, as she cried out from her orgasm. His own joined hers and he fell on her, panting into her neck.



She didn’t know how long she was laying there or if she had fallen sleep or just passed out for a moment. When she opened her eyes he was still laying on her, toying with a lock of her hair.



“Hermione is your name?” He said. She nodded. “I have ordered my men to bring your belongings to the palace. You have been given the alcove room.”



Her eyes flew open. “The alcove room is said to be…….” She couldn’t finish.



“The mistress of the ruler? Yes.” He said with a grin. “As a widow it is normal that you take a lover, as the law now says you own everything in your husbands possession and all his money. You won’t be expected to marry unless you wish it.” He chuckled. “The only good husband is a dead one huh? Is that the saying among traitors wives?” He said looked down at her.



“To some women I suppose.” She said.



“Yes well I should tell you something. Before I release you to your new home,” he paused, “you do wish to stay don’t you?”



“Yes, I do.” She admitted. She was not stupid enough to give up a lavish lifestyle or a sex the caliber of what she had just experienced.



“Good, then you will be happy to know that I told your husband I would be taking you when he was executed.”



“I doubt he cared.” She ventured.



“Actually he was livid.” She looked confused. “He was livid when he found out that the woman who turned him in to the ruler would in fact be living with the ruler.”



Hermione broke out into a grin. “You know?” She asked.



“Oh yes.” He covered her body with his again and she felt his erection probing her. “I know.”









Hermione rested her chin on a hand and sighed. She looked over at Malfoy as the Slytherin team headed inside toward the castle after quidditch practice. She sighed again, thinking he really should not have taken off his shirt. He was sweaty and had emptied a goblet over his head, causing his hair to darken. Little droplets were tossed her and there as he looked from one player to another.



He glanced her way and gave her a confused look. She slapped the notebook closed and jumped up from the grass running inside. Had he seen her looking at him? Oh Merlin had he seen her looking at him?