When Malfoy wants a Witch
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Love Stoned
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Chapter 5 - Love Stoned
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Hermione giggled as Severus set her down on a long black sofa.
"I love you, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said as soon as she saw Lucius walk into the room. She stood up and bounced over to hug him.
Lucius stiffened. What had Severus fed the witch?
Hermione snuggled him.
"I always wanted to braid your hair. May I?" she asked, looking up at him as her hand inched toward the ribbon holding his hair back.
“Maybe another day,” Lucius said softly and disentangled himself from her.
"Oh, please," Hermione said, grasping the end of the ribbon.
"Oh, my dear," Narcissa said, walking quickly to the dark haired witch and embracing her. "You came home."
Hermione pouted about the loss of the man next to her.
"Did you find her?" Draco asked as he walked in the room. "I thought I heard the sound of her voice."
“She's here, Son,” Lucius said.
"DRACO!" Hermione said with a giggle. "I'm a butterfly princess!"
Draco gasped when he saw her flap her arms as she flounced up to him. She hugged him.
Draco melted and held her tightly.
"Draco, I'm a butterfly princess," Hermione said, tugging on his sleeve.
"I'll just be going," Severus said. "I think she will be quite pleasant the rest of the day."
“Thank you, Severus,” Draco said whilst guiding Hermione up to her rooms.
"Draco," Hermione giggled. "You shouldn't be in my bedroom alone with me. I'm a Princess and a lady."
“And I am your fiancé, Princess,” He said as he lay down on the bed.
"Draco, no!" Hermione giggled, though she snuggled him. "I'm a butterfly princess."
“And I am your prince.”
"But you can't be with me like this if we aren't married, Silly."
Whatever potion Severus gave her, she was charming on drugs.
“I will just cuddle you. That should be fine without marriage.”
“That is fine, then,” Hermione murmured, arranging his hair so every hair was how she wanted it. She pulled Draco close and nuzzled his neck.
Hermione lay there petting his hair and looking at him. He was a beautiful man.
"Do you love me, Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked, suddenly turning serious.
"I love my butterfly princess," Draco said, lifting her and putting her between his legs.
“Good,” she murmured and let her hands wander over his body.
"You are certainly more agreeable now," Draco said, daring to lean his lips in close to hers.
A kiss for everything she had done would be nice.
“You are very pretty up close,” she giggled.
"You're pretty at any distance," Draco whispered, and he snuggled her more before pressing a fleeting kiss to her lips.
“More kissing!” she giggled.
"As the princess commands, so shall her prince perform," Draco said, pressing his lips to hers again for a little longer this time.
She responded to the kiss eagerly.
Draco sighed and flipped her over so she was under him.
She moaned loudly.
Draco felt his erection strain his trousers.
“Oh my Love,” he groaned.
Hermione giggled at feeling of his erection pressing against her stomach.
“You are naughty, my prince.”
Draco had the decency to blush at this.
"Maybe I should see if you are wet, Princess," Draco suggested, playfully lifting the hem of her red dress.
Hermione giggled. "What do you think?"
"I think I shall," he said, inching his hand up her thigh.
Hermione wiggled and squealed.
Draco's heart was racing like mad. He was about to touch his fiancée intimately. Would he be able to satisfy her?
"You're not allowed to touch me there," Hermione said, and she smacked his hand. "I'm a lady!”
“I was just about to please my lady,” Draco said huskily, his fingers caressing her thigh with small circles.
"I don't even have a ring to let people know that I am yours," Hermione said with a sad sigh before she snuggled him. "How will they know you are claimed?"
“Shall I post an engagement announcement in the press tomorrow?” Draco asked, snuggling her close.
“Yes, everywhere! Saying that you are happy to have me!”
"Will you get me a ring today?" Hermione asked, pressing her lips to his face gently.
“I already have the ring. But you turned it down many times today,” he said sulkily.
"Are you a rotten liar?" Hermione said, crossing her arms. "I would NEVER do that!"
Draco took the ring box out of his pocket.
“My Princess, will you marry me?” he asked, opening the ring box.
Hermione pouted and pointed to the floor.
Draco grinned at the look and gesture before he knelt on the floor by the bed.
“What was the question?” Hermione asked playfully.
Draco smiled at her.
"Dearest Butterfly Princess, would you do me, Dragon Prince, the honor of accepting my hand in an honorable proposal of marriage?"
“Oh, yes, my Prince!” Hermione squealed and accepted the ring.
Draco slid the ring onto her finger carefully.
"Our life will be full of happiness!"
“The ring is so pretty!” Hermione cooed.
"Yes, Princess. As you wish, so shall I perform."
"I want more of Severus' fizzy potion!"
“I will ask Severus for more of that tomorrow, Love. Maybe we should sleep now?”
Hermione giggled.
“I could hold you to make sure you are warm and safe?”
Hermione smiled and leaned down to kiss Draco's forehead.
“Is that a yes, my Love?” He smiled.
Hermione shifted back on the bed to give him room, and she patted the bed.
Draco stepped on the bed eagerly.
Hermione sat up and fluffed the pillows for him and directed him back. She snuggled against his side.
“You are very handsome,” she murmured, her hand stroking his chest and abs.
"You are the most beautiful witch ever. That is why I was always teasing you at Hogwarts."
“I knew that when a boy teases a girl he secretly likes her,” she giggled.
"Did you like me?" Draco asked, rubbing her back.
“I thought you were a pretty boy, but that your scowl made you unpretty.”
"There was much to scowl about then."
“True. But will you always smile for me?”
"Yes, I scowled partly because I knew that I couldn't be with you," Draco whispered, pressing close to her.
“Now you have me. I like handsome men.”
"Aren't you glad that I don't?" Draco asked, running a hand up her arm.
Hermione put her palm over where his heart was beating rapidly.
“Is your heart mine too?”
"It always has been," Draco whispered, turning so he was on his side to look at her.
“You have gorgeous eyes too,” she whispered.
Draco grinned. This was how his Hermione should be. Docile and sweet to him. Proud to be at his side. A little less giggling would make her seem more herself though.
She smiled and run her hands through his hair. “I hope our babies have your gorgeous hair.”
"We'll see soon."
"How did we end up together, Draco?"
“I guess you finally realized that I am a nice guy. And very sexy, too.”
Hermione sighed, and snuggled him close.
Draco draped an arm around her.
“When will we marry?” Hermione asked, her hands wandering his body.
“When do you want to marry me?” Draco asked, groaning when her hand rested over his package.
"I don't know, but I want every other witch to be Slytherin green with envy as they always said that I wouldn't land a man till I was the last left."
“No, I know that almost every guy in Slytherin was drooling over you. I quickly kicked the thought out of Crabbe and Goyle, but Zabini was persistent.”
"He never said a word to me!" Hermione said. "I thought he WAS gay!"
“He's not gay at all. He is just...very feminine in his ways sometimes.”
"Butt pirate," Hermione coughed.
“You know who suggested the dress for the Yule ball to me? Zabini! He tracked me down in the library and gave me the bag with the dress and shoes!”
"He isn't gay. Trust me. He wanted to nail you."
“But he would always sneak me sweets in the library. Or give me a rare book and perfume for Christmas. He would also hug me often...”
"He wanted to get in your knickers," Draco huffed. "And I'm going to have to hex him now for touching my woman!"
“But he was always there for me when you upset me.”
"He wanted to catch you when you were vulnerable. But I have you, and I won't let you go!"
Hermione liked how possessive Draco was.
"He never did touch you, did he?" Draco asked flexing his wand hand.
“No, he never did anything improper.”
"Good," Draco said, and he pressed his lips to her neck.
“Will you do the improper to me?” Hermione asked, her hand cupping him.
"You need to rest. I wouldn't want you to later feel I took advantage of you, Princess."
“But you are my fiancé. And men, especially as well endowed as you, need some release.”
"I didn't say that you couldn't take advantage of me," Draco purred.
“Oh then I don't have to ask Blaise to show me what a naked man looks like?”
Draco hissed and flipped her so she was on her back.
"You will not look upon any naked man, but ME!"
“But if you're not showing...”
“I don't want to be indecent to you, but there is plenty to see.”
Hermione squeaked in delight and grabbed at the buckle of his belt
“Love, maybe we should do this later?” Draco asked, unsure if he would want to embarrass himself by coming all over hand once she'd touch him.
Hermione pouted at him.
"Please Draco. You want me to be happy?"
“I'd do anything for you.”
"Can I at least see?"
Draco growled, “If you promise not to look at other men that way.”
"Do you look at other witches that way?" Hermione asked, tugging at the partly undone belt.
“No, just you. I only get this excited about you.”
Hermione giggled and squeezed him through his pants.
Draco moaned.
Hermione giggled and unzipped his trousers.
Hermione stared at his face as he shoved his hips forward into her hand.
"Hermione, what are you doing to me?" Draco asked, looking down at her.
“I am just touching my gorgeous fiancé. To learn how to please you, as I am sure many women have pleased you.”
"No," Draco whispered. "I've never let a witch touch me the way you now are, Love."
Hermione grinned. She slid her hand into his shorts to touch his heated member.
Draco bit his lip and tried to think of something disgusting.
Hermione's thumb was lazily circling the pre-come moistened head.
Draco groaned and thrust into her hand.
He bit his lip hoping to cause enough distraction to prevent himself from coming.
“This feels so good. So hot and hard and eager.”
Draco sighed and pressed his hips into her hand.
"You are so sweet to me," Draco whimpered, reaching over to hold her in his arms.
“Well I just got engaged to a handsome sexy man.”
Draco couldn't hold it back any longer. He clasped her and came with a shout. He buried his red face in her breasts.
This was how he had imagined them together. Her so eager, her eyes bright.
"Are you alright, my Draco?"
“Yes, I have never been better, my Princess.”
"You look so handsome when you come," Hermione whispered, kissing his cheeks.
She took her stained hand and pressed it to her lips.
Draco looked up at her and moaned as he watched her lick his come from her hand. His eyes dilated. He shifted a hand under her skirt.
“Love, you are so alluring. No man should see you like this.”
"But I let you see me like this," Hermione declared as she cleaned her hand.
“Because we are engaged to be wed. You are going to be mine.”
Hermione sighed and slid down to snuggle with him.
"We sleep now."
“Yes, my Love.” Draco cast a cleaning charm on them and snuggled her close.
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Severus stood carefully cutting the ashwinder eggs into heart shapes. It almost made him want to vomit.
The things he would do to get his werewolf legally under his power.
Under him…now that was a good thought. Naked glorious Remus.
Remus stared at the mother of pearl sheen of the potion.
"How do I stir it once you add the ashwinder eggs?" Remus asked, sniffing the fumes.
"It must be stirred in a star shape," Severus said, eyeing Remus' backside.
“Can you show me how to do it?” Remus asked.
"Of course, I will," Severus said, gathering up five one gram heart-shaped pieces and carrying them over to the cauldron, adding them in a way that kept Remus from seeing the exact amount.
A shot of pink smoke rose from the cauldron and formed a heart-shape with an arrow through it.
“What is this potion for?” Remus asked.
"It is for Hermione's needs," Severus said, moving to stand behind Remus.
“I’ve never seen a potion react that way,” Remus murmured as he felt heat rise in his body.
"It is a unique reaction that I've never seen created in any other potion brewed correctly or incorrectly. It is my own personal brew, though," Severus said. "It's not patented, and I've not shared it with anyone. I would appreciate you not mentioning this to anyone."
“No. No, it will be our secret, Severus.” Remus gulped.
Severus smiled into the honey colored eyes and took the wolf's hand holding a bronze ladle. Severus gulped when he felt his hips pressed against the soft backside of his secret fantasy.
Remus wiggled unintentionally. He was so close to his dream man.
Severus bit his lip. That was enough to make any sane man come in his trousers.
"Hold still," Severus whispered. "This step must be precise."
Remus felt very confined in his clothing. He felt himself strain against his worn trousers. Thank Merlin, that Severus and he weren't in reverse positions.
"We shall have to get you some different clothing to wear," Severus whispered, putting his lips close to the other wizard's ear. "These materials are not too good for it. Too much chance of your sleave ending up in the potion and contaminating it."
Remus nodded weakly.
“I usually brew shirtless when I am alone,” Severus added.
Remus' knees trembled as he stared at his hand in Severus' as it moved in a star pattern through the potion as it turned royal purple.
“You should try shirtless brewing, too. Will make it easier for you to breathe,” Severus said.
"Whatever you think would be best," Remus whispered. "I wouldn't want to ruin an expensive brew."
Remus ducked under his arm and slipped around to the opposite side of the cauldron.
Severus sighed. Remus felt his erection and knew what the talk of shirtlessness was really about.
Remus began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
Severus gulped when he saw what the wolf was doing.
"SEVERUS SNAPE! You have some explaining to do!" Lucius Malfoy's voice bellowed through his rooms.
Severus flinched.
Remus growled in his throat and moved to stand between Severus and the door.
“What is it, Lucius?” Severus asked in a bored tone.
“You are ruining my family tradition here,” Lucius growled.
Remus growled as he saw the blond wizard holding his cane tightly. Remus tensed.
If the blond tried anything, Remus would pounce.
“I do not interfere with any traditions. Now, Lucius, if you'd let me get back to my brewing.”
"You are making Draco's affianced to behave like a kitten instead of a full grown lioness. Draco needs to learn to fight for something."
"Draco has already bribed me for what he wants, Lucius. You will have to come up with something much better if you want your tradition."
Lucius huffed and closed the call. There was no point in arguing with Severus.
"What was the bribe?" Remus asked, walking close to Severus. He sniffed the air.
“Just a favor. Why don't you take off your shirt? You already started that.”
Remus blushed a little and bowed his head. He fidgeted under Severus' gaze.
That man was sex on legs, Severus thought.
"Why don't you go shirtless too?" Remus blurted out boldly.
He clapped a hand over his mouth after he said it, and took a step back from Severus.
“Indeed, why not?” Severus said and began to unbutton his shirt.
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Lucius stalked into his son's room with his face red and his cane clenched tightly in his hands. He frowned when he saw Draco snuggling Hermione and petting her hair as she snuggled on his chest. That was not the witch that had been here this morning.
It was all wrong. Draco had to win her affections not by use of potions.
Hermione rolled over putting her head in his lap. She reached up and played with Draco's tie.
"Draco," she giggled, tugging on it.
“Yes, Princess?” he asked, yawning.
"You're so cute," she said, sliding her hand up to his cheek.
This was pure bliss for Draco. Perfection.
"Miss Granger, Draco," Lucius said, shaking his head as he watched Hermione wiggle on the bed.
Well, she was a very beautiful witch. It was simple to see how Draco could be enamored of her.
Hermione giggled and kissed Draco.
“Draco, I think you should let your fiancée rest,” Lucius said sternly.
"Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said with a giggle. "You came so I could braid your hair. Come and sit!" Hermione gestured to the bed with a smile as she sat up.
Draco covered his mouth to keep from laughing.
“I must decline, Miss Granger, as I am here to collect Draco before he acts improperly.”
"Draco, make him be nice!" Hermione pointed at Lucius, and she pouted at Draco.
“Father, let me take care of her. You are not needed here.”
"I want him here," Hermione said, pointing to a hope chest in front of the foot of the bed. "I will brush his hair."
Lucius scowled and summoned the boy away from the bed.
She stood up and padded into the bathroom in search of a brush.
"Let me go, Father. I will stay with Hermione. She appreciates me."
“You are having an unfair advantage here. This is against family tradition.”
“She accepted my ring! We're engaged!” Draco snarled.
Hermione bounded back into the room. She held a brush in her hand.
“I can brush and braid hair for both of you!” she said and grinned.
Draco grinned. "Yes, Love. Father was just saying how much he wanted you to do his hair.”
“I said no such thing!”
"Be nice, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said, and she took his hand and sat him down on the hope chest.
Hermione gleefully pulled the ribbon from Lucius' hair as she took a place on the bed behind him. She slowly ran the brush through his hair starting at the bottom.
“Such gorgeous hair!”
"Miss Granger, this is not appropriate," Lucius said, trying to stand up.
Hermione grabbed a handful of his hair and held on.
Lucius yelped as he was pulled down to sit on the chest by his hair.
"I will do your hair, and you will leave it that way for supper," Hermione declared, and she gave his hair another gentle tug to emphasize her point.
Draco stifled a giggle as he watched his father’s jaw drop and his eyes widen. No one had ever pulled his hair.
Hermione started chattering away at Lucius as she brushed his hair.
Lucius growled and glared at Draco.
"What do you think we should name the baby? I want to preserve my husband’s father's name. I think that is wizarding tradition, right?"
Draco sat down and smiled at his father.
"Isn't Hermione charming?"
"She is drugged."
Lucius sat with his hands fisting his robes and his face getting a little red. Courting his Narcissa had been his life's hardest fight. Every day when he woke up with her in his arms, he knew that it was worth it and that he would do it over again.
A light knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Are you listening to me?" Hermione asked, poking Lucius' back.
Lucius mumbled something incoherent.
Narcissa walked into the room.
Hermione sniffled, and her lips turned down. She whimpered.
"What is it, Darling?" she asked, walking quickly to the younger witch.
"Mr. Malfoy isn't listening to me," Hermione said, sniffling a little as she tied the ribbon in his hair at the end of the braid. "And he threatened to undo his hair which I worked so hard upon. And they are not telling me the tradition in naming the baby!”
"You poor angel," Narcissa said, hugging her. "Lucius will be happy to wear his hair the way you have fixed it for him for the rest of the evening. And as for baby names, wizards are worthless. It is all up to witches to decide upon it."
Hermione smiled brightly and leaned into Narcissa’s arms.
“You are so sweet to me, Mrs. Malfoy.”
“Call me Mum.”
Lucius grumbled as he rose from where he sat. He knew his hair was stuck as it was now arranged. He could argue his way around one witch, but two were impossible when they ganged up on a wizard.
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Chapter 5 - Love Stoned
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Hermione giggled as Severus set her down on a long black sofa.
"I love you, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said as soon as she saw Lucius walk into the room. She stood up and bounced over to hug him.
Lucius stiffened. What had Severus fed the witch?
Hermione snuggled him.
"I always wanted to braid your hair. May I?" she asked, looking up at him as her hand inched toward the ribbon holding his hair back.
“Maybe another day,” Lucius said softly and disentangled himself from her.
"Oh, please," Hermione said, grasping the end of the ribbon.
"Oh, my dear," Narcissa said, walking quickly to the dark haired witch and embracing her. "You came home."
Hermione pouted about the loss of the man next to her.
"Did you find her?" Draco asked as he walked in the room. "I thought I heard the sound of her voice."
“She's here, Son,” Lucius said.
"DRACO!" Hermione said with a giggle. "I'm a butterfly princess!"
Draco gasped when he saw her flap her arms as she flounced up to him. She hugged him.
Draco melted and held her tightly.
"Draco, I'm a butterfly princess," Hermione said, tugging on his sleeve.
"I'll just be going," Severus said. "I think she will be quite pleasant the rest of the day."
“Thank you, Severus,” Draco said whilst guiding Hermione up to her rooms.
"Draco," Hermione giggled. "You shouldn't be in my bedroom alone with me. I'm a Princess and a lady."
“And I am your fiancé, Princess,” He said as he lay down on the bed.
"Draco, no!" Hermione giggled, though she snuggled him. "I'm a butterfly princess."
“And I am your prince.”
"But you can't be with me like this if we aren't married, Silly."
Whatever potion Severus gave her, she was charming on drugs.
“I will just cuddle you. That should be fine without marriage.”
“That is fine, then,” Hermione murmured, arranging his hair so every hair was how she wanted it. She pulled Draco close and nuzzled his neck.
Hermione lay there petting his hair and looking at him. He was a beautiful man.
"Do you love me, Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked, suddenly turning serious.
"I love my butterfly princess," Draco said, lifting her and putting her between his legs.
“Good,” she murmured and let her hands wander over his body.
"You are certainly more agreeable now," Draco said, daring to lean his lips in close to hers.
A kiss for everything she had done would be nice.
“You are very pretty up close,” she giggled.
"You're pretty at any distance," Draco whispered, and he snuggled her more before pressing a fleeting kiss to her lips.
“More kissing!” she giggled.
"As the princess commands, so shall her prince perform," Draco said, pressing his lips to hers again for a little longer this time.
She responded to the kiss eagerly.
Draco sighed and flipped her over so she was under him.
She moaned loudly.
Draco felt his erection strain his trousers.
“Oh my Love,” he groaned.
Hermione giggled at feeling of his erection pressing against her stomach.
“You are naughty, my prince.”
Draco had the decency to blush at this.
"Maybe I should see if you are wet, Princess," Draco suggested, playfully lifting the hem of her red dress.
Hermione giggled. "What do you think?"
"I think I shall," he said, inching his hand up her thigh.
Hermione wiggled and squealed.
Draco's heart was racing like mad. He was about to touch his fiancée intimately. Would he be able to satisfy her?
"You're not allowed to touch me there," Hermione said, and she smacked his hand. "I'm a lady!”
“I was just about to please my lady,” Draco said huskily, his fingers caressing her thigh with small circles.
"I don't even have a ring to let people know that I am yours," Hermione said with a sad sigh before she snuggled him. "How will they know you are claimed?"
“Shall I post an engagement announcement in the press tomorrow?” Draco asked, snuggling her close.
“Yes, everywhere! Saying that you are happy to have me!”
"Will you get me a ring today?" Hermione asked, pressing her lips to his face gently.
“I already have the ring. But you turned it down many times today,” he said sulkily.
"Are you a rotten liar?" Hermione said, crossing her arms. "I would NEVER do that!"
Draco took the ring box out of his pocket.
“My Princess, will you marry me?” he asked, opening the ring box.
Hermione pouted and pointed to the floor.
Draco grinned at the look and gesture before he knelt on the floor by the bed.
“What was the question?” Hermione asked playfully.
Draco smiled at her.
"Dearest Butterfly Princess, would you do me, Dragon Prince, the honor of accepting my hand in an honorable proposal of marriage?"
“Oh, yes, my Prince!” Hermione squealed and accepted the ring.
Draco slid the ring onto her finger carefully.
"Our life will be full of happiness!"
“The ring is so pretty!” Hermione cooed.
"Yes, Princess. As you wish, so shall I perform."
"I want more of Severus' fizzy potion!"
“I will ask Severus for more of that tomorrow, Love. Maybe we should sleep now?”
Hermione giggled.
“I could hold you to make sure you are warm and safe?”
Hermione smiled and leaned down to kiss Draco's forehead.
“Is that a yes, my Love?” He smiled.
Hermione shifted back on the bed to give him room, and she patted the bed.
Draco stepped on the bed eagerly.
Hermione sat up and fluffed the pillows for him and directed him back. She snuggled against his side.
“You are very handsome,” she murmured, her hand stroking his chest and abs.
"You are the most beautiful witch ever. That is why I was always teasing you at Hogwarts."
“I knew that when a boy teases a girl he secretly likes her,” she giggled.
"Did you like me?" Draco asked, rubbing her back.
“I thought you were a pretty boy, but that your scowl made you unpretty.”
"There was much to scowl about then."
“True. But will you always smile for me?”
"Yes, I scowled partly because I knew that I couldn't be with you," Draco whispered, pressing close to her.
“Now you have me. I like handsome men.”
"Aren't you glad that I don't?" Draco asked, running a hand up her arm.
Hermione put her palm over where his heart was beating rapidly.
“Is your heart mine too?”
"It always has been," Draco whispered, turning so he was on his side to look at her.
“You have gorgeous eyes too,” she whispered.
Draco grinned. This was how his Hermione should be. Docile and sweet to him. Proud to be at his side. A little less giggling would make her seem more herself though.
She smiled and run her hands through his hair. “I hope our babies have your gorgeous hair.”
"We'll see soon."
"How did we end up together, Draco?"
“I guess you finally realized that I am a nice guy. And very sexy, too.”
Hermione sighed, and snuggled him close.
Draco draped an arm around her.
“When will we marry?” Hermione asked, her hands wandering his body.
“When do you want to marry me?” Draco asked, groaning when her hand rested over his package.
"I don't know, but I want every other witch to be Slytherin green with envy as they always said that I wouldn't land a man till I was the last left."
“No, I know that almost every guy in Slytherin was drooling over you. I quickly kicked the thought out of Crabbe and Goyle, but Zabini was persistent.”
"He never said a word to me!" Hermione said. "I thought he WAS gay!"
“He's not gay at all. He is just...very feminine in his ways sometimes.”
"Butt pirate," Hermione coughed.
“You know who suggested the dress for the Yule ball to me? Zabini! He tracked me down in the library and gave me the bag with the dress and shoes!”
"He isn't gay. Trust me. He wanted to nail you."
“But he would always sneak me sweets in the library. Or give me a rare book and perfume for Christmas. He would also hug me often...”
"He wanted to get in your knickers," Draco huffed. "And I'm going to have to hex him now for touching my woman!"
“But he was always there for me when you upset me.”
"He wanted to catch you when you were vulnerable. But I have you, and I won't let you go!"
Hermione liked how possessive Draco was.
"He never did touch you, did he?" Draco asked flexing his wand hand.
“No, he never did anything improper.”
"Good," Draco said, and he pressed his lips to her neck.
“Will you do the improper to me?” Hermione asked, her hand cupping him.
"You need to rest. I wouldn't want you to later feel I took advantage of you, Princess."
“But you are my fiancé. And men, especially as well endowed as you, need some release.”
"I didn't say that you couldn't take advantage of me," Draco purred.
“Oh then I don't have to ask Blaise to show me what a naked man looks like?”
Draco hissed and flipped her so she was on her back.
"You will not look upon any naked man, but ME!"
“But if you're not showing...”
“I don't want to be indecent to you, but there is plenty to see.”
Hermione squeaked in delight and grabbed at the buckle of his belt
“Love, maybe we should do this later?” Draco asked, unsure if he would want to embarrass himself by coming all over hand once she'd touch him.
Hermione pouted at him.
"Please Draco. You want me to be happy?"
“I'd do anything for you.”
"Can I at least see?"
Draco growled, “If you promise not to look at other men that way.”
"Do you look at other witches that way?" Hermione asked, tugging at the partly undone belt.
“No, just you. I only get this excited about you.”
Hermione giggled and squeezed him through his pants.
Draco moaned.
Hermione giggled and unzipped his trousers.
Hermione stared at his face as he shoved his hips forward into her hand.
"Hermione, what are you doing to me?" Draco asked, looking down at her.
“I am just touching my gorgeous fiancé. To learn how to please you, as I am sure many women have pleased you.”
"No," Draco whispered. "I've never let a witch touch me the way you now are, Love."
Hermione grinned. She slid her hand into his shorts to touch his heated member.
Draco bit his lip and tried to think of something disgusting.
Hermione's thumb was lazily circling the pre-come moistened head.
Draco groaned and thrust into her hand.
He bit his lip hoping to cause enough distraction to prevent himself from coming.
“This feels so good. So hot and hard and eager.”
Draco sighed and pressed his hips into her hand.
"You are so sweet to me," Draco whimpered, reaching over to hold her in his arms.
“Well I just got engaged to a handsome sexy man.”
Draco couldn't hold it back any longer. He clasped her and came with a shout. He buried his red face in her breasts.
This was how he had imagined them together. Her so eager, her eyes bright.
"Are you alright, my Draco?"
“Yes, I have never been better, my Princess.”
"You look so handsome when you come," Hermione whispered, kissing his cheeks.
She took her stained hand and pressed it to her lips.
Draco looked up at her and moaned as he watched her lick his come from her hand. His eyes dilated. He shifted a hand under her skirt.
“Love, you are so alluring. No man should see you like this.”
"But I let you see me like this," Hermione declared as she cleaned her hand.
“Because we are engaged to be wed. You are going to be mine.”
Hermione sighed and slid down to snuggle with him.
"We sleep now."
“Yes, my Love.” Draco cast a cleaning charm on them and snuggled her close.
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Severus stood carefully cutting the ashwinder eggs into heart shapes. It almost made him want to vomit.
The things he would do to get his werewolf legally under his power.
Under him…now that was a good thought. Naked glorious Remus.
Remus stared at the mother of pearl sheen of the potion.
"How do I stir it once you add the ashwinder eggs?" Remus asked, sniffing the fumes.
"It must be stirred in a star shape," Severus said, eyeing Remus' backside.
“Can you show me how to do it?” Remus asked.
"Of course, I will," Severus said, gathering up five one gram heart-shaped pieces and carrying them over to the cauldron, adding them in a way that kept Remus from seeing the exact amount.
A shot of pink smoke rose from the cauldron and formed a heart-shape with an arrow through it.
“What is this potion for?” Remus asked.
"It is for Hermione's needs," Severus said, moving to stand behind Remus.
“I’ve never seen a potion react that way,” Remus murmured as he felt heat rise in his body.
"It is a unique reaction that I've never seen created in any other potion brewed correctly or incorrectly. It is my own personal brew, though," Severus said. "It's not patented, and I've not shared it with anyone. I would appreciate you not mentioning this to anyone."
“No. No, it will be our secret, Severus.” Remus gulped.
Severus smiled into the honey colored eyes and took the wolf's hand holding a bronze ladle. Severus gulped when he felt his hips pressed against the soft backside of his secret fantasy.
Remus wiggled unintentionally. He was so close to his dream man.
Severus bit his lip. That was enough to make any sane man come in his trousers.
"Hold still," Severus whispered. "This step must be precise."
Remus felt very confined in his clothing. He felt himself strain against his worn trousers. Thank Merlin, that Severus and he weren't in reverse positions.
"We shall have to get you some different clothing to wear," Severus whispered, putting his lips close to the other wizard's ear. "These materials are not too good for it. Too much chance of your sleave ending up in the potion and contaminating it."
Remus nodded weakly.
“I usually brew shirtless when I am alone,” Severus added.
Remus' knees trembled as he stared at his hand in Severus' as it moved in a star pattern through the potion as it turned royal purple.
“You should try shirtless brewing, too. Will make it easier for you to breathe,” Severus said.
"Whatever you think would be best," Remus whispered. "I wouldn't want to ruin an expensive brew."
Remus ducked under his arm and slipped around to the opposite side of the cauldron.
Severus sighed. Remus felt his erection and knew what the talk of shirtlessness was really about.
Remus began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
Severus gulped when he saw what the wolf was doing.
"SEVERUS SNAPE! You have some explaining to do!" Lucius Malfoy's voice bellowed through his rooms.
Severus flinched.
Remus growled in his throat and moved to stand between Severus and the door.
“What is it, Lucius?” Severus asked in a bored tone.
“You are ruining my family tradition here,” Lucius growled.
Remus growled as he saw the blond wizard holding his cane tightly. Remus tensed.
If the blond tried anything, Remus would pounce.
“I do not interfere with any traditions. Now, Lucius, if you'd let me get back to my brewing.”
"You are making Draco's affianced to behave like a kitten instead of a full grown lioness. Draco needs to learn to fight for something."
"Draco has already bribed me for what he wants, Lucius. You will have to come up with something much better if you want your tradition."
Lucius huffed and closed the call. There was no point in arguing with Severus.
"What was the bribe?" Remus asked, walking close to Severus. He sniffed the air.
“Just a favor. Why don't you take off your shirt? You already started that.”
Remus blushed a little and bowed his head. He fidgeted under Severus' gaze.
That man was sex on legs, Severus thought.
"Why don't you go shirtless too?" Remus blurted out boldly.
He clapped a hand over his mouth after he said it, and took a step back from Severus.
“Indeed, why not?” Severus said and began to unbutton his shirt.
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Lucius stalked into his son's room with his face red and his cane clenched tightly in his hands. He frowned when he saw Draco snuggling Hermione and petting her hair as she snuggled on his chest. That was not the witch that had been here this morning.
It was all wrong. Draco had to win her affections not by use of potions.
Hermione rolled over putting her head in his lap. She reached up and played with Draco's tie.
"Draco," she giggled, tugging on it.
“Yes, Princess?” he asked, yawning.
"You're so cute," she said, sliding her hand up to his cheek.
This was pure bliss for Draco. Perfection.
"Miss Granger, Draco," Lucius said, shaking his head as he watched Hermione wiggle on the bed.
Well, she was a very beautiful witch. It was simple to see how Draco could be enamored of her.
Hermione giggled and kissed Draco.
“Draco, I think you should let your fiancée rest,” Lucius said sternly.
"Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said with a giggle. "You came so I could braid your hair. Come and sit!" Hermione gestured to the bed with a smile as she sat up.
Draco covered his mouth to keep from laughing.
“I must decline, Miss Granger, as I am here to collect Draco before he acts improperly.”
"Draco, make him be nice!" Hermione pointed at Lucius, and she pouted at Draco.
“Father, let me take care of her. You are not needed here.”
"I want him here," Hermione said, pointing to a hope chest in front of the foot of the bed. "I will brush his hair."
Lucius scowled and summoned the boy away from the bed.
She stood up and padded into the bathroom in search of a brush.
"Let me go, Father. I will stay with Hermione. She appreciates me."
“You are having an unfair advantage here. This is against family tradition.”
“She accepted my ring! We're engaged!” Draco snarled.
Hermione bounded back into the room. She held a brush in her hand.
“I can brush and braid hair for both of you!” she said and grinned.
Draco grinned. "Yes, Love. Father was just saying how much he wanted you to do his hair.”
“I said no such thing!”
"Be nice, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said, and she took his hand and sat him down on the hope chest.
Hermione gleefully pulled the ribbon from Lucius' hair as she took a place on the bed behind him. She slowly ran the brush through his hair starting at the bottom.
“Such gorgeous hair!”
"Miss Granger, this is not appropriate," Lucius said, trying to stand up.
Hermione grabbed a handful of his hair and held on.
Lucius yelped as he was pulled down to sit on the chest by his hair.
"I will do your hair, and you will leave it that way for supper," Hermione declared, and she gave his hair another gentle tug to emphasize her point.
Draco stifled a giggle as he watched his father’s jaw drop and his eyes widen. No one had ever pulled his hair.
Hermione started chattering away at Lucius as she brushed his hair.
Lucius growled and glared at Draco.
"What do you think we should name the baby? I want to preserve my husband’s father's name. I think that is wizarding tradition, right?"
Draco sat down and smiled at his father.
"Isn't Hermione charming?"
"She is drugged."
Lucius sat with his hands fisting his robes and his face getting a little red. Courting his Narcissa had been his life's hardest fight. Every day when he woke up with her in his arms, he knew that it was worth it and that he would do it over again.
A light knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Are you listening to me?" Hermione asked, poking Lucius' back.
Lucius mumbled something incoherent.
Narcissa walked into the room.
Hermione sniffled, and her lips turned down. She whimpered.
"What is it, Darling?" she asked, walking quickly to the younger witch.
"Mr. Malfoy isn't listening to me," Hermione said, sniffling a little as she tied the ribbon in his hair at the end of the braid. "And he threatened to undo his hair which I worked so hard upon. And they are not telling me the tradition in naming the baby!”
"You poor angel," Narcissa said, hugging her. "Lucius will be happy to wear his hair the way you have fixed it for him for the rest of the evening. And as for baby names, wizards are worthless. It is all up to witches to decide upon it."
Hermione smiled brightly and leaned into Narcissa’s arms.
“You are so sweet to me, Mrs. Malfoy.”
“Call me Mum.”
Lucius grumbled as he rose from where he sat. He knew his hair was stuck as it was now arranged. He could argue his way around one witch, but two were impossible when they ganged up on a wizard.
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Well, there it was. Please drop a review off. Love those! *hugs*
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