The Re-education of Draco Malfoy

Chapter 5

For the next several weeks, Draco and Hermione basked in their newfound closeness. It wasn’t uncommon for Hermione to sneak into Draco’s office for a ‘quick shag’. Nor was it unusual for Draco to have ‘closed door lunches’ with his wife in her office at the Ministry. Harry and Ron thought it was completely nauseating, this new ‘dogs in heat’ phase that they were going through. Ginny, on the other hand, just smiled to herself every time she heard her husband and brother ‘going on’ about Draco and Hermione. Ginny knew the truth, the whole truth about their relationship and she was very happy to see that they were finally putting some much needed ‘quality’ into their relationship. Ginny knew Draco and Hermione loved each other but being the stubborn people that they were and are; they weren’t the best at showing each other how they felt despite the fact that they were married. She wasn’t sure what happened on Draco’s business trip but whatever it was, it was the best thing that could’ve happened to their relationship.

“Hermione, what’s going on with you two? And I don’t want that fairy floss answer that you’ve been giving Harry and Ron.” Hermione smiled, Ginny had been her best female friend since childhood and she was like a sister, moreover, she could read her like a book so lying was completely useless.

“You know that we weren’t ‘connecting’ after we got married, right?”

“I know that you guys were into some really ‘extreme stuff’ and all of a sudden it was making you nervous but you didn’t know why.” She nodded.

“Well, Draco went away on that trip with Blaise and when it got back, he was…different.”

“Different? Different how?”

“He never used to tell me he loved me when we were…”

Ginny swallowed hard, “Never?” Hermione shook her head, no.

“He would afterwards but during it was…as you put…extreme…so he never did. When he came back from that trip…I don’t know how to explain it. He changed. He tells me he loves me all the time, even during… It’s wonderful.”

“So during…isn’t that a little odd?”

“We haven’t done anything like that lately. He hasn’t said why, he’s just been very affectionate and loving; he hasn’t even mentioned the other stuff.”

“Would you want to go back to that stuff or does it still make you nervous?”

“It’s not that I was nervous, I just felt disconnected from him when we did it and it got worse after we got married. Making love is supposed to bring a couple together and it was driving a wedge between us.”

“What about now?”

“Now, I feel completely connected to him, no matter what we do. I finally feel like his wife, his partner, his friend and his lover now. That’s what I always wanted.” Ginny nodded.

“I’m really happy for you ‘Mione. I knew you would be about to work this out with him. It just takes time and communication.”

“For a while, you were the only one that believed that we would make it. Thank you for that confidence.”

“Anytime.”

~*~

Draco spent the day preparing for Hermione’s surprise. He wanted everything to be perfect for their special evening together. After email with Simon for the past week, he was sure that this was going to be the most memorable night of their lives. Draco checked the grandfather clock in the study. Three o’clock; Hermione would be any minute. He had asked her to leave early today, and she agreed without argument, a rarity for her. He peeked out the French Doors on more time and smiled, ‘yes, this is going to be perfect.’ Just then, Hermione stepped out of the fireplace. In three graceful steps, he was next to her.

“Hi, my beautiful wife,” he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and relieved her of her purse and briefcase, setting them in a nearby chair. “How was your day?”

“Much better now that I’m home with you,” she smiled up at him, warmly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” Draco captured her mouth in a gently, yet passionate kiss that made Hermione melt into his arms. “Are you ready for your special evening, Mrs. Malfoy?”

She looked at him suspiciously. “What are you up to, Draco?”

“Me? Up to something? Whatever gave you that idea, my sweet?” He smiled at her, devilishly, as he pulled closer, kissing her as he apparated them to the master bath. The enormous tub was filled with vanilla scented bubbles and the room was filled with candles

“Draco…” There was a nervous tone in her voice.

“Just relax, my love, this entire evening is able pampering my wonderful wife. There is no cause for alarm.” He stepped forward and began to undress her slowly, kissing her as he revealed more and more skin. Hermione sighed softly and did her best to not lose her balance. When she was completely naked, Draco undressed quickly then looked at her.
“Would you join me?”

Hermione nodded, all signs of nervousness had disappeared as she let Draco carry her into the warm water. She moaned as the warmth enveloped her entire body. She had no idea that water could be so sensual. Hermione’s hands began to explore Draco’s chiseled muscle structure, staring at him in awe and wonder.

‘He may be my husband and I’m totally biased but DANG! He really is gorgeous.’ Hermione giggled, a bit louder than she intended.

“What’s so funny?” He asked in a lust-filled husky voice.

“I was just thinking of all the deliciously naughty things we can do in this pool sized tub.” She leaned forward, pressing her soft, warm body against his and kissed him as she tried to straddle his lap. Draco returned her kiss but stopped her from mounting him. Hermione gave a disappointed whimper.

“Patience, my love, the night has just begun. You don’t want to rush the evening, do you?” She shook her head, no. “Good girl, now sit right here and close your eyes.” Draco lathered up his hands with Hermione’s favorite shower gel and began to wash her body. He could see her lips trembling as he caressed her body, paying extra attention to the sides of her breasts, one of her most sensitive areas and her intimate folds.

“Draco, please…” she whispered. Her heart was racing, her skin was on fire. He simply kissed her on the lips and helped her out of the tub. He dried her slowly, making her tremble and whimper. After securing a white silk robe around her waist, he used a quick drying spell on himself and pulled on a pair of white silk lounging pants.

“Are you ready?”

“I don’t know.”

“Good answer,” he smiled and kissed her. “Come on.” Draco took her hand and led her to the study. It was lit by the fireplace a several candles. He handed her a champagne flute filled with a red elixir. He picked one up for himself and smiled at her.

“I would like to propose a toast. To loving without boundaries and trusting without fear.”

“To my best friend, my lover, my soul mate. Every day, your love cradles and comforts my soul.” The ring of the crystal filled the air. “Mmmm, what is this? It’s yummy.”


“It’s a pomegranate juice cocktail, I’m glad you like it. Are you ready for more?” Hermione looked confused. Draco held out his hand, she took it without hesitation. They put on their slippers; Draco opened the French Doors. He smiled when he heard Hermione gasp.

“Draco, what is that?”

“It’s part of your surprise. Come on.” They walked off of the stone veranda towards the lake. Near the lake’s edge there was a small tent-like structure that was all aglow. When they entered the tent, Draco could hear Hermione gasp. The inside of the tent walls were lined with shimmery champagne colored cloth. There were hanging lanterns made of colored glass which made beautiful shapes and colors on the walls. There was a sitting area with a low round table, on one side there was cushioned seated area with a backrest section. The table was filled with cut fruits, cheese, veggies, as well as other things that she couldn’t see and a pitcher of the juice cocktail with matching glasses. On the far side of tent, there was an overstuffed couch and what looked like a massage table and another small table.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful but what is it for?” He smiled.

“Well, tonight is all about the senses. Sight, smell, taste, sound, and touch. There will be no bonds, no cuffs, and no restraints of any kinds. I may ask you to close your eyes but you can open them at anything but you know how some sensations are heightened when you can’t see what coming, right?” Hermione nodded. “Is this ok with you?”

“I trust you.”

“You can use your safe word anytime you need to and we can stop, ok?”

“I know.” He smiled, nervously. Hermione stroked his cheek and Draco relaxed. He extended his hand to her and led her to the small table. They sat down together and Hermione closed her eyes without being told. Draco smiled as stroked her cheek, tenderly.

He teased her, feeding her fruit and cheese, kissing juice into her mouth as he caressed her breasts. Hermione’s heart was pounding; she loved every second of this.

“More…please…” she whispered; her eyes were still closed.

Draco pressed his lips close to her ear and whispered, “There’s so much more, Love. I hope you like it.” He could see Hermione shiver with anticipation. “Open your eyes, Mia. Take my hands.” Draco led her to the massage table and removed her robe. Very slowly, he ran his hands over her body, caressing her curves, teasing her nipples. Hermione’s breathing was shallow. “Turn around for me, Love.” Hermione did as she was told. Draco began at the curve of her bum, smoothing his hands over her back until he reached the back of her neck. He gathered her unruly curls in one hand and twisted her hair into a rather neat French Twist, secured with a clamp. He placed a warm kiss on the nape of her neck, causing Hermione’s knees to buckle. Draco caught her around her waist. “Are you ok?” She nodded; trying her best to control her breathing. “Climb up on the table for me, Angel, and lay on your tummy.” She did as she was told; Draco moved her hands under her chin. Very gently, he massaged her body, Draco started at her feet, and her arches, moving up her calves to her thighs, making sure to avoid her sex. He very gently ran his fingers over her bum, making her giggle. He massaged the muscles in her back and arms, working out any tension she might still be holding.

“Mmm, that feels nice. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, my love.”

Draco hands gently brushed over her back, once more, then up her sides. Hermione held her breath as he caressed the sides of her breasts.

“Breath, Mia…” his voice was calm and soothing. Her muscles began to twitch as she tried to hold back what she was feeling.

“It’s just…it feels so good…and you didn’t say…” Draco smiled. Simon was right; she did slip into a submissive role effortlessly.

“You’re ok, love.” He stroked her cheek; to reassure her then went back to caressing the sides of her breasts. Hermione cooed as she raised her bum and squeezed her thighs together. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, master,” she whispered. Draco frowned for a moment; then he leaned over and whispered in her ear as he stroked the side of her breast.

“Not master, just Draco. I love you, Hermione.” She whimpered.

“I love you, Draco.” He smiled and kissed her on the cheek.