The Re-education of Draco Malfoy

Chapter 4

Draco stepped through the floo in the study at the manor. He opened his suitcase that had arrived moments before he had. After a bit of digging, he smiled and found the small box that he was looking searching for. Draco removed the small shiny bracelet and put it in his pocket. He heard a pop behind him; Draco turned to see Crouch, one of the house elves, standing beside of him.

“Welcome home, Master Malfoy.”

“Thank you, Crouch, and its Draco. Have you seen my wife?”

“Mistress Malfoy is in her study, sir. Would you like me to announce you, sir?” Draco made a face.

“No, that will not be necessary. I will need some time alone with my wife, Crouch, please see that we are not disturbed.” The elf nodded. “Thank you; that will be all.”

“Very good, sir, good evening Master Draco.”

Draco apparated to the hall outside of Hermione’s study, he peeked around the corner and smiled. There was his angel, sound asleep on sofa in her favorite flannel pajamas, white with teacups on them. She had on his bathrobe, which covered her like a blanket and she was hugging the stuffed snake that he had won for her at the muggle carnival a few years ago.

He left his shoes in the hall and made his way to the sofa quietly then knelt down. ‘My beautiful baby girl,’ he smiled. When Draco’s lips touched hers, Hermione moaned softly as her eyes fluttered opened. She smiled and pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. He smiled as he let his hand slip under her top. Suddenly, Draco felt Hermione stiffen, ever so slightly.

“I’ve missed you so much, Mia. I’ve missed beautiful brown eyes, these soft curls. I’ve so missed these soft lips.” Very softly, Draco began to lick Hermione’s lips. She was looking into his eyes; he could feel her bottom lip trembling. His kisses moved to her ear, he gently traced it with his tongue. Very slowly, he moved his hand up to her breast caressing it lovingly as he ran his thumb over her nipple. “I’ve missed touching you, feeling you, tasting you.” He kissed her temple then pressed his lips to her ear, “Please, Mia… may I taste you?” Draco looked into Hermione’s eyes, they were filled with tears.

“Yes,” she whispered. Her hands were shaking; Draco could see the apprehension in her eyes.

He moved slowly but confidently as he unfastened his robe and her pajama top. Draco smiled and looked into Hermione’s eyes as he ran his warm hands over neck, chest and belly. Then he moved his hands upward, caressing her breasts. She sighed and closed her eyes as she arched towards his hands. Draco smiled then leaned forward and kissed between her breasts.

“Oh…” she moaned quietly when he began to suckle her right breast. He stroked her side as he moved to the other breast. Hermione began to rock her hips, hungrily. Draco kissed down her stomach until he reached the top of her pajama pants, then he stopped and looked up at her.

“Mia, please… may I taste you?” She shook her head, yes. Draco could see apprehension and hunger in her eyes. He eased her pajama pants off, never breaking eye contact with her. Hermione’s breathing became shallower as Draco began to massage her feet then continued to massage up her legs. He watched her when his tongue touched her for the first time. Her tears were falling as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Yes…please, more.” He smiled to himself as he slid two fingers into her hungry pussy making her cry out and buck hips.

“Slow down, Love. You can have all you want, I promise. We have all night.”

“All night?” She wished, in disbelief. Draco simply smiled.

“Yes, my beautiful love, I want to worship you all night, if you let me. Will you let me?”

She pulled him to her, kissing him more deeply and more passionately than she ever had. Draco felt Hermione untucked his shirt; he growled as she ran her nails down his back. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

“Mia, would you undress me, please?” He had never asked; it was always a command from Master to Slave. She smiled; her eyes twinkled with lust, as she pushed him off of her playfully. Hermione undressed him slowly, never missing a chance to tease him, running her fingernails over his nipples, caressing his tight bum. She kissed his neck and collarbone as she unbuckled and unzipped his pants.

“Oh Mia, please don’t stop.” Draco captured her mouth, kissing her passionately as her soft fingers worked his rock hard member. He leaned into her, easing her back against the sofa, deepening the kiss. He was so hungry for her; he was doing his best to slow down but he missed her so much.

“Love, wait…” Instantly, Draco pulled back, his heart was pounding.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes, downcast. Hermione looked at him; a look of surprise crossed her face. She sat up and touched his face and smiled at him.

“I think you’re a bit overdressed, my love.” She looked into his eyes as she slid his pants and boxers down over his hips. “You have to help me out with this, Malfoy.” Hermione gave him the cutest smirk. Draco kissed her then removed his pants and socks. He eased her back against the sofa, gently tugging her hips toward him. Hermione squeaked with surprise. Draco leaned forward, covered her with his body and kissed her tenderly on the lips. He could feel her gently rocking her hips so her pussy rubbed against his cock.

“Is this what you want, Mia?” He placed the head of his cock at her opening. She looked him in the eye, she didn’t blush; she didn’t flinch.

“Yes…” Draco smiled and entered her slowly. The myriad of emotions that crossed her face were enough to make him come right then and there. Passion, Lust, Love, Confusion Bliss, Joy. He could see tears trickle down her cheeks as she smiled at him, she slowly met his thrusts.

‘This is what she wanted all along,’ He thought, with a smile. ‘She wanted her husband to make love to her, not her master.’

“I love you, Mia.”

“I love you, Draco.” He wiped her stray tear with his thumb. She smiled, almost shy, then everything changed. Hermione shoved him to the floor; impaled herself on his cock, riding him frantically.

“Oh! Oh yes! My Dragon!! You feel so good!! Oh Gods!! Oh Gods Yes!” Her body was trembling as her orgasm consumed herself. Draco began to gently finger her clit has she came down.

“My beautiful wife, I love watching and feeling you come. I love being buried deep inside of your luscious pussy. You are my home.” Hermione gasped; Draco could feel her orgasm building again, he held her close to him and rolled over and began to thrust into her. “You are my love, my life. I love you, Mia… I love you… I love you…” Draco felt heat wash over his entire body as his balls tighten; he heard Hermione cry out.

“Dracooooo!” Hermione’s body was trembling as her pussy milked Draco’s cock.

He growled as he came so hard he literally saw stars. He continued to thrust gently as aftershocks washed over his love. Hermione was crying and kissing him.

“More…please, Draco, more…please.” Her voice was hungry and lust filled.

Draco chuckled softly, smiled then kissed her as he deepened his thrusts. Much to his surprise, he was ready to go again.

“Oh Thank you…Thank you…Oh yes…” Draco nipped at her neck making her moan loudly. “Draco…” she became quiet for a moment. He pulled back and looked at her, fearing that something was wrong. “Will you…take me from behind?” She asked, shyly, her eyes still twinkling. Draco smiled at her, devilishly, and began to thrust into in such a way that stimulated her clit perfectly. Hermione climaxed instantly, writhing and gasping for air. He pulled out and patted her gently on the hip. She just stared at him panting.

“What?” He smiled, “Does my girl want more or not?”
She nodded; her cheeks and chest were such a beautiful shade of red, that sight alone was enough to keep him hard for hours. Hermione turned over and got on all fours. Draco ran his finger down her spine, making her arch her back like a cat and practically purr. He moved her so her upper body was resting on the sofa then entered her from behind. Hermione moaned as she met Draco’s thrusts. He could hear her whimper as she approached another orgasm. He stroked the side of her breasts and whispered in her ear.

“Come with me, Angel. Come with me.”

Hermione cried out as she came again, Draco heard himself cry out (something he never did) and came harder than he had before. He felt his legs growing weak so he rested back on his feet, bring Hermione with him. He eased her up so her back was against his chest, placing baby kisses on her neck and shoulder as he held her around the waist.

“Don’t let go…Please, don’t let go.”

“I’ve got you; I’ll never let you go, Mia. I love you.”

“I love you.”

~*~

The next morning, Draco woke in their bed with Hermione in his arms. At some point during the night, he had apparated them there instead of sleeping on the cramped sofa in the study. He glanced over at the winged back chair and smiled, Crouch had brought their clothes up for them. Draco accioed the bracelet to him and inspected it. It was perfect, not too much, and not too little. She was going to love it. Hermione began to stir so Draco quickly put it on the nightstand then lay down and closed his eyes.

Hermione stretched and slowly opened her eyes. She turned her head to see Draco’s bare chest and his tousled blond hair and she actually felt her heart skip a beat.

‘Gods, he is so beautiful. Everything about him is just…perfect.’ She began to run her hand over his chest, memorizing the contours of his chest. She didn’t notice that Draco was clenching his teeth to prevent his muscles from reacting to her touch. When her hand ventured below the covers, a soft whimper escalated. Hermione looked at him but assumed he was still asleep. Tentatively, she pushed the covers down, revealing his manhood. Hermione licked her lips then leaned over and took him into her mouth. Draco groaned and buried his hands in her curls. She licked and sucked his cock, masterfully, until he tried to push her away.
“Mia, I’m gonna come…Gods…I’m gonna…” Hermione took him deep into mouth as Draco cried out and came so hard his muscles locked. She continued to suck and lick him clean as he whimpered and trembled, all of his energy spent. Hermione crawled up Draco’s body, rubbing her body against his then kissed Draco deeply. Her kisses tasted like him; his cock was aching to be inside of her again. Hermione teased him, rubbed her wet pussy over his semi hard cock as they kissed. Draco squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple firmly. She moaned her approval as she rubbed her pussy greedily against his now hard cock. He tilted his hips as Hermione shifted and entered her in one smooth movement.

“Oh Yes!!” Draco held her hips as Hermione sat up as began to ride his cock with abandon.

“Is that what my girl wanted? You like riding my cock, don’t you?”

“Oh yes…I love riding your cock, Draco…”

“Show me…” he whispered.

Hermione closed her eyes and began to squeeze her breasts as she worked her hips in a circle as she rode his cock. She was moaning softly as she felt her orgasm building. Draco began to massage her clit, making Hermione gasp as rode him faster. Her body began to shake as she moaned his name like a mantra. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Draco held her tight, thrusting into hard and fast as he felt fire rush through his veins; he growled as he came deep inside of her. He gently pulled her to him, kissing her as he ran his hands up and down her back. Hermione trembled in his arms with orgasmic aftershocks.

“Good Morning, Beautiful.”

“Good Morning,” she said, breathlessly. Draco squeezed her tightly then pulled up the covers so she wouldn’t get a chill. “What time is it?”

“Ten, I think.” Hermione went to jump up but Draco grabbed her. “What is it?”

“I’m supposed to be meaning Harry and Ron for lunch at 1130am.”

“Call them and tell them you can’t make it, ‘something came up’.” He thrust into her gentle, making her purr.

“I shouldn’t lie to them, Draco.”

“Then tell them the truth. Your husband has been out of town for the past week and you don’t want to get off of his cock long enough to meet them for lunch.”

“Draco!” she started to blush and hide her face.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” He tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered, devilishly, “You want to stay here with me so can bury my face between you creamy thighs and make you purr with pleasure.”

“Yes…”

“Are you going to go to lunch?”

“No…”

“Why?”

Hermione squeaked; she was embarrassed to say it out loud. “Because I want to spend the day fucking my husband.” She squeaked again and covered her face.

“Do you want me to call Potter?” She shook her head, no, and accioed the cordless phone. They had wired the mansion for muggle phone service so her parents could reach her at anytime.

Hermione moved to the side of Draco before calling Harry. She thought it might be considered bad manners to talk to her best friend and tell him she was ditching him for lunch while impaled on her husband’s cock.

“Hello?”

“Um, Hi Harry…”

“Hey ‘Mione. What’s up?”

“Um, not much.” (Has she spoke, Draco had moved between her legs and began to kiss and lick her inner thighs.) “Uh…Harry…I’m not gonna be able to make it to lunch today…can we reschedule?” (Hermione was doing her best to control her breathing as Draco began to suck on her clit. She bit her lip to stifle her moan.)

“Are you ok, Mione?”

“Uh-huh…Yeah…” (She answered, breathlessly.)

“Are you sure?”

“Mmhmm…(Thunk! Her head hit the headboard and curled her toes and he eased his fingers into her wetness.) “Harry, I’ve gotta go…” *Click*

“Oh Gods, Draco!! Please don’t stop!!” He smiled at her then buried his face between her thighs once again, making her moan and writhe and yet other orgasm consumed her.

~*~

“Ginny!! Ginny!”

“What is it, Harry? Why are you yelling?”

“I’ve gotta go. There’s something wrong with Hermione. We were supposed to have lunch and just called and cancelled.”

“So?”

“She could barely talk, and then she hung up on me… That’s not like her… There’s something wrong, I can feel it.” Ginny stood there for a moment, thinking.

“Fucking Malfoy!! I know he’s done something to her!! I’m gonna fucking kill him!!”

‘Draco just came back from his business trip.’ Ginny knew exactly why Hermione cancelled for lunch. She would do the same thing if Harry had been gone for a week. Harry… Oh Shit!’
“Harry!! Harry!! Don’t!! Stop!!” But it was too late; he was gone through the floo. Ginny covered her face with her hand. ‘Well, my darling overprotective husband was going to get an eyeful.’ She shrugged. ‘Malfoy surely is doing ‘something’ to Hermione and she’s loving every second of it.’ Ginny snickered and went back into the kitchen; Harry would be back shortly, red faced and feeling stupid and embarrassed. It’s happened before, she was sure it would happen again.

Harry stepped out of the floo at the manor, wand drawn. Crouch was standing in front of him. “Good Morning, Mr. Potter. How may I help you?”

“Where is Hermione?” He demanded.

“Master and Mistress have requested not to be disturbed. I can tell them that you stopped by. They will contact you when they are available.”

“They will see me, now.” Harry pushed the elf aside and pointed his wand at him. Crouch knew not to cross the Head of the Aurors so he didn’t move. Harry ran up the stairs, 3 steps at a time and immediately heard ‘screaming’. He ran towards the sound. ‘Malfoy, you’re a fucking dead man.’ He came to the door where the screaming was the loudest.

“Alohomora!”

The bedroom door flew open, and sight that greeted Harry was not what he expected. His best friend was naked and Malfoy’s face was between her legs. He frozen, his mouth hung open. Hermione screamed when she heard the door bang open. In one almost fluid motion, Draco moved, covered Hermione with his body, grabbed his wand from the nightstand and fired “Petrifius Totalus” towards the door. He heard the person fall and assumed his spell hit its target. Draco turned to Hermione.

“Are you ok, Mia?” She nodded. He kissed softly on the lips then turned to the intruder speaking before he turned. “How dare you come into my home, you insolent… Potter?” Harry slowly sat up, rubbing his nose. He couldn’t move his left leg. Draco’s spell had only grazed him. Hermione nudged him; Draco grumbled then begrudgingly released him, “Potter, what the fuck, are you doing here?”

Harry scrambled to his feet, still rubbing his sore nose that had made a rather abrupt impact with the floor.

“Umm, well, ya see… Umm…Hi ‘Mione. Well, ‘Mione called and…lunch, we had plans and… she called and well…she sounded funny… and…”

Draco gave him an annoyed glare, which made Harry even more uncomfortable. Hermione covered her face with the pillow and whimpered with embarrassment. Draco turned to her, pulled the pillow down, lifted her chin and kissed her longingly on the lips. Hermione sighed. Draco mouthed, ‘I love you,’ making Hermione blush.

“I love you, Draco.” She whispered, smiling nervously. He usually didn’t care what Potter thought of his life with Hermione and he wasn’t about to start now.

“As usual, Potter, you fucked up again. My WIFE sounded ‘funny’ because my face was buried between her creamy thighs while she was talking to you.” Draco stroked the side of Hermione breast, making her bit her lip to stifle a moan. “Did you forget that we’re still newlyweds and that I’ve been gone for a week? Did you plan on staying and taking notes? I’m sure She-Weasel would appreciate it.”

Harry blushed, “Uh, I Um...”

“Goodbye Potter. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.”

“Umm, yeah…Bye.”

Harry backed out of the room; Draco flicked his wand, slamming the door in his face. He and Hermione looked at each other blankly then burst out laughing then began kissing again.

~*~

Harry came through the floo at Grimmauld Place and headed straight for the Fire Whiskey. Ginny was sitting on the other side of the room and did her best not to laugh out loud.

“Is Hermione ok?”

“Yes.”

“What was wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why didn’t she want to go to lunch?”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Ok.” She said in a singsongy voice. “I left a sandwich in the frig for you.”

Harry looked at her suspiciously; then put his head down before taking another gulp of his whiskey. “Thank you.”

~*~

“Gods, you’re insatiable, Mia. Are you trying to kill me?” Draco panted. Hermione just giggled and peppered his face and chest with kisses before resting her head on his chest.

“No, I just missed you, that’s all.”

“I missed you too, love.” He kissed the top of her head. “Oh…I have a present for my girl, I almost forgot.” Hermione sat up and watched him as he took something off of the nightstand. “Close your eyes, Mia.” He clasped the bracelet around her wrist. Hermione gasped.

“Draco, it’s so pretty!” He smiled.

“I promised my girl something pretty.”

“It’s…”

“White gold and the charm is a flame, those are rubies.”

“I’ve never seen anything like it. I love it.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Draco’s heart filled with joy. His wife was happy, happy with him.

Draco pulled back, holding her face in his hands. “Do you have any idea how much I love you, Mia? You are my life, you are the reason why I wake up in the morning, you are the flame the warms every corner of my soul. I want you to know, without a doubt that you are my dream come true and I thank Merlin for giving me the gift that is you.”

Hermione started to blush, “Draco, you don’t have to say things like that, it’s not necessary.”

“Hermione Jean Malfoy, it’s the truth. You, my dear, are the love of my life and I know, without a shadow of doubt, that I am the luckiest man alive because you stood in front of our friends, our families, and our community and said that you loved me enough to marry me and spend your life with me. I am the blessed that I have you.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks; she couldn’t speak. She simply hugged him and cried. Draco wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and rubbing her back. A part of him was overjoyed to finally have his wife back in his arms again. But he was also kicking himself. If he hadn’t been so blind, he would have seen that she had been desperate for a marriage like this all along. He lay back, cradling her in his arms, comforting her, connecting with her.

After napping for a short time, Draco summoned Crouch and instructed to have lunch prepared for them. They dined in the sun room then relaxed and watched a movie. Draco couldn’t help but smile as he watched Hermione. There was no tension in her body anymore. She didn’t pull away when he touched her. Actually, she happily snuggled close to him and kissed and hugged him as often as she could. There was a comfort level between them that had never been there before. This is where their relationship should have been when they started ‘playing’. He finally understood what Simon meant. Their relationship had changed, evolved; it wasn’t something ‘big and grandiose’, like Draco was expecting. On the contrary, it was simple and quiet, peaceful and comforting. He could feel the change in both of them when they held each other, when they touched. They finally had it, perfect love and perfect trust. He had read about it but he never knew it really existed. It was real and so much better than he has ever could’ve imagined.