The Family Jewels

Chapter 54
Customer Service Calls

Blaise was tempted to put his foot down. Hermione and Draco were attempting to beg off going to his parents’ dinner party, until Hermione explained it to him. “You have to go love, but you put on a distracted air all evening, explain to everyone that I was not feeling well, and you left Draco here to make sure someone would be with me if I needed to go back to St. Mungo’s.”

“Merlin, Hermione, do you feel like you have to go back to St. Mungo’s?” Draco asked in a worried voice.

“No, love,” Hermione answered, “But did you see how easy it was for you to believe it? Blaise’s mother will send him back here to be with me before you know it.”

“I knew there was a reason I was in love with you,” Blaise said.

“I thought it was the sex,” she joked.

“No you didn’t,” he replied.

“Okay, no I didn’t. Go, so that you can come back. Bring me some canapés,” Hermione said.

“I will love.” He kissed her long and hard, before Apparating away.

“Do you think we should wait for him?” Draco asked. “It would be sporting of me.”

“Since when does a Slytherin have a sense of honour?” Hermione asked. “He did get your Quidditch schedule, you know.”

“That bleeding bastard, I knew he was always in your bed during Quidditch practice,” Draco said, but he did raise him eyebrows a few times, so that Hermione knew he would have done the same given the same circumstances.

“So, where were we?” Hermione asked.

“Now that I have you to myself, I wonder if you would be interested in a nice bath?” Draco asked her, with an innocent smile.

“Anything else on the agenda?” she asked him coyly, sliding onto his lap, her knees touching the back of the sofa on either side of him. He arched up into her, just so she would be aware of what she was sitting on, or to be more precise, who. They had taken to referring to each other’s private parts as if they had a personality separate from their owners. “Has he been feeling neglected?” she asked him softly.

“He misses her all the time,” Draco said with real need. His cock longed to be buried in her. Draco loved kissing Hermione, touching her, but sometimes he just needed to lay her on her back, kneel between her thighs and thrust his cock inside her until they both came.

“Maybe we should go into the bathroom then,” Hermione said, getting off his lap and holding a hand out to him.

Draco took her hand and pulled her tight against his body, kissing her until he had to stop and gasp for air. Hermione was trembling in his arms, and he couldn’t get over how small and fragile she seemed. She was so strong, and such an intelligent, brave witch, that her actual physical frailty surprised him over and over. He had never wanted to protect anyone so much in his life. He wondered how he would feel if Hermione was swollen with his child. No, not if, he promised himself, when she was swollen with his child. But she was smiling at him, and leading him up the stairs to the bathroom, and he knew that he would follow her wherever she wanted him to go.

He turned on the water and waited for it to become the perfect temperature and fill the large tub. Draco was about to say something about Muggles when he turned his head slightly and saw the expectant look on her face. She was waiting for his comment! Two could play at that game, so he gave her a wink instead, and she laughed. It was so good to hear her laugh. Truth be told, he had been very worried about her. She was not bouncing back the way he had expected. Blaise had been very badly hurt, and he was Apparating around London, putting on an impromptu engagement party for Weasley and Pansy.

“What kind of bath oil would you prefer, love?” Draco asked, holding up two bottles.

“The almond. It smells good on you. I never understand why they give you a tub big enough for 4 people and the bath oil is always scented with freesias. I don’t want you to smell like flowers,” Hermione revealed, wrinkling her nose.

“Merlin knows I wouldn’t want to smell like anything you wouldn’t like,” Draco agreed most seriously. “You might kick me out of bed.”

Hermione shook her head, “I would never kick you out of bed, Draco. You know you can eat biscuits in my bed anytime you want, right?” she asked with a wry smile.

Draco was quite efficiently removing all of her clothing. He stopped to kiss her neck for a minute, “That is good to know, sweet. However, it isn’t biscuits I want to eat.” He punctuated this sentence by sliding a finger along her folds, and he couldn’t help but feel his cock respond to her wetness.

“Promise?” Hermione asked with a small amused smile.

Draco took her hand and kissed the palm before holding it tightly in his own. “No, Hermione, I vow.” He ducked his head a little, the way he always did when he was uncertain. “Speaking of vows…”

Hermione looked him full in the eyes. “We just went through a very emotional time. Let’s just enjoy the peace for now.”

Draco knew she understood what he was alluding to. “Weasley and Pansy are engaged, Hermione. They have told the whole world that they want to be together and will be a family. The idea of having a true family, with you, is enough to keep me up at night.”

“Their situation is different from ours, even without Blaise. I love him, Draco, you knew that. I know you love him, too,” Hermione kissed Draco’s lips very softly. “You may be dwelling on a family so much right now because yours just fell apart. The unpleasantness with your father, and your parents’ marriage breaking up, we just need time to get some perspective.”

Draco gathered her in a hug, her head fitting perfectly into the hollow of his shoulder. She was wrong, he knew. His parents’ marriage had been over practically from the time it began. His parents had never known the kind of love that most couples take for granted. There had always been bitter silences, but the yelling was worse. When his mother got angry enough, there was acrimonious fighting. One of the things he had never been able to understand was the way she managed to keep a fight going for hours, if not days. You always think of what you should have said after the heat of the moment was over. His mother would come back and say it, and the fight would be on again. As a small child, even up until the time that he left for Hogwarts, the pattern was the same. He had vowed then, that he would not have a marriage like that one. But now was not the time to discuss his reasons for wanting to have a truly happy marriage, for she was right, they had all the time in the world.

Hermione had been busy with Draco’s clothes, and when he was naked, she reached out and grasped his cock gently, leading him to the sunken bathtub. Draco’s eyebrows disappeared into his fringe when she gave a small tug to indicate that he should climb down the steps into the water. “I do understand when you speak, Hermione. You already lead me around by my cock. You don’t need to make it literal.”

“Maybe I just like touching you. Is that not okay anymore?” she asked, climbing into the tub in front of him so that her back rested against his chest. The bathtub was indeed big enough for the two of them, and more. Draco stretched out his long legs on either side of Hermione’s body, his erection rubbing against the small of her back.

“You should never stop touching me, Hermione,” Draco whispered in her ear. He kissed all along the back of her neck, his hands sliding around her body to tease and caress her breasts. Hermione leaned her head back and moaned into his ear when a teasing hand slid down to touch her pussy.

“The water is washing all your own wetness away. I would love to pick you up and let you slide down onto my cock, but I’m afraid of hurting you, love,” he whispered in her ear. “Maybe we’ll just have to go with Plan B,” he said, smirking.

He knelt in the tub and lifted her onto the top step, snuggling his body between her legs. His mouth was just at the right height to spend long minutes worshipping her breasts. He knew her left breast was more sensitive than her right, so he closed his mouth over the nipple, worrying the little bud with his tongue and teeth until he felt her legs squeeze around his body to pull him in closer. She was trying to rub her swollen pussy against him, but she was up against the washboard abs in his stomach. She wasn’t getting any friction, and sounds of frustration were evident among the moans coming from her mouth.

“Draco, please, inside me,” Hermione gasped. He slid a finger inside her, and moaned when he felt the heat and wetness awaiting him. He moved up a step, and rubbed his cock against her folds to coat them with her juice. Her heels were digging into his arse, trying to get him to move inside her. Draco resisted easily, smiling down at her before thrusting in to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Draco reached back and wrapped her legs around his waist, moving inside her at a maddeningly slow pace. He waited for the frown that he knew was coming, and smiled when it came. He thrust into her faster, hitting her G-spot with every stroke. Just when he thought she couldn’t get any wetter, she gasped his name and bathed his cock when she came. Draco moved faster inside her, his thrusts almost brutal in their intensity. His whole body tensed with the force of his ejaculation. He thrust into her a few more times, slapping his balls against her body, trying to milk every last drop of his cum into her already dripping pussy.

They both took deep, gasping breaths of air, trying to come down off the high their joining had given them. He was still buried inside her, enjoying the aftershocks her pussy was having, while he wrapped his arms around her. Draco sighed, and reluctantly pulled out of her. “We should probably eat. Are you hungry?” he asked, his stomach wondering where dinner was.

“Oh yes,” she said, “I am very hungry.” Hermione stood up and cast a drying charm over herself, “Maybe we’ll call room service when I’m not so hungry anymore.” Draco followed her into the bedroom. They had been in their own little world in the bathroom; they hadn’t even noticed that Blaise was back from the party, lying in the middle of the bed, and very, very, naked.

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A/N –Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.

C'est Moi! – I actually scrapped two pages that were not in accordance with your request. I hope you’re not disappointed that I left Blaise out of this one. I guarantee he will come in the next one. LOL