The Family Jewels

"I follow him to serve my turn upon him." --Othello (I, i, 42)

Chapter 46
Betrayal

Draco was staring into the lake on the grounds of Hogwarts, wondering how he had gotten there. He had sat in Dumbledore’s office, listening to the plans being made around him, interacting with the others as required, and the whole time his heart was breaking. For the love of a woman, he was forsaking his father. The betrayal nagged at him. He knew no one would understand, even his mother was against his father. He remembered the way his father had been when he was younger; he always took the time with his young son. He knew that man was gone, but he would always dwell in Draco’s heart.

Hermione approached the lone figure on the lakeshore carefully, but not silently. She didn’t want him to feel that she was sneaking up on him; she also knew that he was probably aware that she was the one approaching. They had developed an awareness of each other that was uncanny.

“Draco,” she said, coming close enough to touch him, though she did not.

His head turned in her direction, but he did not look at her. “Hello, love,” he said in a low voice.

“No one will force you to go through with this, if you really don’t want to,” she told him quietly.

“I know,” he replied. “I do want to go through with it. That’s the problem.”

She had no answer for that, but she did move behind him and wrap her arms around his waist. Draco’s hands came up to hold hers around his waist. He spoke again, “Now that the moment is here, I didn’t know how hard it would be.”

“No one could have prepared you for this moment. Would it help if I told you that I love you and I always will?” Hermione rested her forehead against his back.

Draco’s lips twisted in a semblance of his smile. “That always helps, Hermione. I love you too. I always thought that someone else would find a way to stop my father. I didn’t think that I would have to do it myself.” He sighed, and turned in her arms to gather her to him.

They were quiet for a minute, just enjoying the quiet and being with each other. She didn’t know what had brought him to his decision to betray his father, but her heart did whisper that he was doing it for her.

“So, Miss Granger, have you ever made love outdoors?” He gave her his famous smirk, and she was glad to see that the misery in his eyes had been pushed away.

“I don’t believe I have, Lord Malfoy,” she said coyly.

Perhaps that was a mistake, because Draco looked pensive again. “You’re only the second person to call me that. My father was the first. Is that supposed to be ironic?” he shouted up at the night sky.

“Draco, shhh, you’re going to get us into trouble,” Hermione said quickly.

“Here come with me,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to a small copse of trees on the far side of the lake. Although she had been by here many times, Hermione had not realized that there was a small secluded clearing in the middle of the trees, quite hidden from passersby. Draco cast a warming charm with his wand, then spread his cloak down on the ground for them to sit on.

“Why have I never known this was here before?” she asked him.

“This place is a secret handed down only by the Slytherins. We have to have somewhere to go. Snape knows everything that goes on in the dungeons. Uncle Sev can be scary.” Draco laughed a little, lying back and looking at the stars.

“You seem close to him,” Hermione commented, using his chest for a pillow. Draco’s hand began to stroke her back and her long hair.

“To Sev? Yes, he was always around when I was little. People think that he’s my father’s friend, but he’s really my mother’s. He’s in love with her,” Draco admitted.

“She’s a beautiful woman,” Hermione said, as if all beautiful women had a right to men being in love with them.

“Hermione, they’ve known each other for more than 25 years, I think the surface physical attraction thing might be over now,” Draco scolded gently. “He’s in love with her,” he repeated.

“And does she return this love?” Hermione asked. She had found Lady Malfoy to be quite charming, and just as hard to read.

“She’s sleeping with him,” Draco said. ‘Apparently, I’m just a font of information this evening,’ he thought mockingly.

“Oh,” Hermione said, not wanting that mental picture to linger in her brain.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Don’t think about them love. Think about me,” Draco said, kissing her deeply on the mouth.

Hermione took his advice, rolling on top of him and grinding their pelvises together. Draco’s hands lingered on her back before cupping her buttocks and squeezing lightly. His mouth never left hers as he pushed her cloak off her shoulders and unbuttoned her shirt. She wriggled out of it and unhooked her bra before attacking his buttons. Hermione pulled back when she had bared his chest and ran her hands over his defined pecs and abs. His breath caught as she circled his nipples with the tips of her fingers before unbuckling his belt.

Draco raised his hips and she pulled his trousers and boxers down and off. She was lightly brushing the hard tips of her breasts against his chest, when he swiftly rolled her under him. His mouth began to explore the pulse points in her neck while one hand ventured down to her thigh and pushed her skirt up. His long fingers swept over her inner thighs in concentric circles without touching her weeping centre. Hermione growled low in her throat, and he knew that he was treading on unsafe ground. One finger breached the elastic of her knickers, still teasing, but in a much better place, in Hermione’s opinion. “You’re so wet,” he groaned.

His hard cock was digging into her thigh, and she squeezed it lightly, passing her thumb over the tip. Draco abruptly changed direction on top of her, drawing her soaking knickers down her legs and discarding them on the pile of clothes. His cock was positioned above her mouth, and she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. His tongue attacked her clit, and she was doing all she could to keep up with him. Hermione licked the shaft of his cock and gently kneaded his ball sac with one hand. When one of his fingers began thrusting inside her entrance and his tongue danced over her clit, she pressed against the patch of skin underneath his sac and sucked his cock hard.

Draco wanted her to come before him, however, so he removed the finger from her entrance and positioned it at her puckered anus. He slowly moved the finger inside her, waiting till the discomfort had passed. He knew that she loved it when he filled her bum with his finger and sucked her clit at the same time. She was having trouble sucking the head of his cock, her head tilted all the way back, so she just deep throated him and hummed. Draco was now licking all around her pussy while the finger in her bum moved a bit faster. He went back to licking and sucking on her clit a little harder and she convulsed under him in orgasm.

Hermione was a bit disappointed that he had managed to make her cum first, but when he moved off her and she saw that he was still hard, she couldn’t help but be glad. It must have taken off of his control to hold on, but she knew what he wanted this time. She lay on her back on his cloak, her legs spread. Draco smiled at her and moved in between them. He eased the head into her, basking in the warmth and wetness. Hermione moved to wrap her legs around his waist, but he moved his arms so that she couldn’t. “Draco?” she questioned softly.

He just shook his head and began thrusting inside her. He was in control of the angle of his penetration, and he was deeper than he had ever been. Draco was moving with long, hard strokes to her core, head thrown back as he pounded into her. She knew why he had wanted her to come first; he wanted her wet and relaxed. The even relentless rhythm was starting to wind her up again, and Draco looked her in the eyes when he felt her muscles begin to squeeze him. “Yeah?” he asked. She nodded once. “Fuck yeah,” he said, almost in triumph.

His hips began to move faster into her body; Draco had no intention of leaving her behind if she could cum with him. He dipped his head low and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to wait for her when his orgasm hit, so hearing her guttural cry, feeling her muscles milking the cum from his cock was just bliss. He thrust forward hard, several more times, reveling in the pliant flesh gripping him so tightly. When he had released inside her, he pulled out quickly and slid onto his side next to her.

They just panted for a short time, his fingers tracing nonsense symbols on her upper arm. He noticed when she shivered, and said, “It’s getting late, love, let’s get you back to my room.”

Hermione nodded. “Draco?” she asked hesitantly. She had found most of her clothes and was pulling them on.

“Yes, love?” he asked, tying his shoes, and just clasping his cloak over his unbuttoned shirt.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” Hermione didn’t meet his eyes.

“What kind of question is that? Of course you can sleep in my bed.” Draco had a confused expression that was making his eyebrows come together.

“No, I mean, I don’t ever want to sleep in that room again. I want to sleep with you in your room,” Hermione ventured a glance up at his face.

He blinked a few times, then nodded gently, “I don’t want you to sleep in that room anymore. You belong with me where I can keep you safe.”

Hermione smiled at him and took his outstretched hand. She wondered if she would ever truly feel safe again.

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A/N - Thank you so much for reading. If you’ve never left me a review and you’ve stuck with me for 46 chapters, I can’t try harder without feedback.

Dreamweaver – Draco has found a reason to step out of his father’s shadow. The Slytherin Boys Club might not have been so kind to Pansy in the past. Once bitten…

Kate and Petalsoft – You asked for more sex and Draco sex. See how obedient I can be?