The Family Jewels

Chapter 55
A Better Man

Hermione took a minute to just look at the beautiful young man on the bed. The silky black hair, which he seemed to be growing longer than jaw length, the golden skin, the expressive blue eyes. Blaise was looking at her naked body just as avidly, and she noticed his cock was hardening, rising from his body as if it wanted to look at her as well. He stretched out a little more, placing both his hands behind his head and smiling slightly. So that was what sin looked like when it was amused.

“How was the party?” she asked, moving closer to the bed, but not climbing on.

He smirked at her. “The party was all that, and then some. Zabinis know how to throw a party,” he informed them primly.

“Are we going to have one of our own?” she asked, looking at him from under her lashes.

Draco went and lounged on the bed next to Blaise, his naked body a counterpoint to Blaise. He was all pale skin and white blond hair. “We’re just waiting for you, Princess,” he said.

“I thought you were hungry,” Hermione said, running a finger down the sole of one of each of their feet.

“Oh, we are, cara,” Blaise answered for them both, as they shivered in anticipation.

“You two should probably know that I am a terrible cook,” Hermione told them, laughing.

“She admits that she does something poorly,” Draco said to Blaise.

“It’s a good thing we have house-elves, then, don’t you think, Draco?” Blaise said. He knew that house-elves were still a touchy subject for Hermione. “Besides, I brought food back from the party for you.” He waved expansively at a table covered with appetizers, different pastas, sliced meat and fish in sauce, and desserts. It did smell heavenly.

Hermione fixed a plate of the desserts and brought it over to the bed. She crawled up to them and sat cross legged between them. She had only brought one fork, and she began to feed them. This was not the neatest enterprise she had ever indulged in, and whenever a stray drip landed on their bodies, she licked it away. Draco and Blaise were happy to see her being more aggressive with them than she had been. She dropped an entire forkful of tiramisu right over Blaise’s navel. It was cold and gooey, and he yelped slightly. Draco gave Hermione an evil smile before he dipped a forefinger in it and began to paint the head of Blaise’s cock with it. “Didn’t you say this was your favorite, Hermione?” he asked her.

“Yes, it is actually,” Hermione answered matter-of-factly. She put the plate on a side table and nudged Blaise’s legs apart. He willingly spread them as far as he could, his thighs shaking slightly. She was looking him in the eye as she nuzzled his balls with her nose; she gave his shaft a few long licks, pressing her thumb under his balls.

“Maybe you should taste it then,” Blaise growled at her.

Draco had maneuvered himself under her body so that his mouth was under her sex. If she was going to taunt Blaise, he intended to do his worst. He put his elbows down, holding her thighs open at that height. She didn’t reach his mouth, but if he leaned up he could reach any part of the pretty pussy spread out above him. He started giving her little licks, always changing where they would come, not sucking or kissing, just the tip of his tongue. Hermione tried to push down, but Draco just locked his elbows and gave her a short laugh.

Hermione started licking the tiramisu off the tip of Blaise’s cock, just a little bit at a time. She could tell he was fighting it, but his eyes closed, and his hips thrust up, just a little. “Do you want me to beg, Hermione?” Blaise asked.

“Do you want me to beg, Draco?” Hermione countered.

“Yes,” Draco answered smugly, giving her slit a long lick from her entrance to her clit. Apparently, that was just to remind her of what she was missing out on, as he went back to teasing her with the tip of his tongue.

“Please.” No response.

“Pretty please.” Nothing.

“Pretty please, I love you.” Zip.

“Pretty please with sugar on top, I love you, you Slytherin Sex God,” Hermione said loudly. Draco responded by sucking her clit into his mouth. He moved one of his hands, and began to swirl a finger through her folds, before impaling it inside her. His tongue licked and sucked on her clit, his finger matching the rhythm inside her. There were funny vibrations coming from his mouth that were driving her crazy. That’s when she realized that he was laughing.

‘We’ll see about that,’ she thought to herself. She licked the last of the dessert off Blaise, then began to suck hard on the tip of his cock, both hands caressing his sac. Blaise was moaning quite audibly at this point, lost in the pleasure of Hermione’s mouth. Draco couldn’t see Blaise from his position, but he was starting to feel rather jealous of his friend. His cock was hard as a rock, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Blaise couldn’t fight the need to cum anymore, and he squeezed Hermione’s shoulder to let her know. She responded by taking him deeper, her tongue caressing him. “Oh Hermione, yes, fuck,” he managed to say as he released in her mouth. She swallowed, and ground her pussy against Draco’s mouth. He knew she was close, so he stopped and flipped her onto her back, still between Blaise’s legs. Draco hovered over her, rubbing his erection against her folds. Her heels dug into his bum, and he slid home with a groan.

It always fascinated Draco to see the emotions that flitted over her face as he thrust into her. Lust, possessiveness, need, love. He had never felt as loved by anyone as he did with her. “Come for me Hermione,” he panted out.

“Draco…” she moaned as she came around him. He always wondered what she thought about as he made love to her. Was she in the moment? Or was she thinking about other times he had made her cum? Her eyes looked faraway sometimes. He thrust into her harder, and she looked directly into his deep grey eyes. Hermione reached up and brought his head down to hers for a fierce kiss. Draco came, arching his back and spilling inside her with a groan. He was tempted to collapse on top of her, but he managed to drop his body to her side as he pulled out. They lay there panting for long minutes, fingers entangled.

“I love you, Hermione,” Draco said reverently.

“I know,” she answered with an impish smile. Draco refused to smile at her for that saucy remark. “I love you too, Draco,” she said when the silence lengthened.

“Hermione, I love you. Ti amo, cara mia,” Blaise said, kissing her wrist.

Hermione kissed each of them for a long moment. “I love you, Blaise. I never thought I would be this happy.” She smiled at them beatifically.

Draco stomach growled, and he looked at it as if it was letting him down. “Maybe we should feed Draco, cara,” Blaise said.

They got off the bed and Draco and Hermione made themselves plates of the delicious food. They moved to the sitting area of the bedroom, perfectly content to eat completely naked. They chatted about the party, and Hermione said, “I need to do something for Ron and Pansy since I didn’t go to their party. Did many people notice we weren’t there?”

“You mean besides Lady Malfoy?” Blaise asked. He let the mortified expressions on his companions’ faces last for another few moments before he revealed, “I told her you weren’t really bouncing back quickly, Hermione, and that Draco was staying with you.”

“Actually, you aren’t bouncing back the way I would have hoped, Hermione. Should we be taking you back to St. Mungo’s?” Draco asked.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Hermione said dismissively.

Draco and Blaise shared a look that said, ‘St. Mungo’s tomorrow.’ But she continued as if she hadn’t noticed, “I think I just showed the two of you that I am fine.” But she didn’t meet their eyes as she played with her food. “A lot has happened, and I just needed to catch up on my sleep.” Now she was protesting too much, she knew. Hermione was relieved when they let the subject of her health drop.

Hermione let Draco and Blaise carry on the conversation around her, smiling as they talked back and forth. “Professor Snape was there tonight, and let me know that we are expected back at school on Monday,” Blaise said.

“Oh my goodness, we missed so many classes. And I can’t even get notes from you,” Hermione moaned.

“Professor McGonagall had all the professor use Quik Quills in their classes to take notes for us,” Blaise said. “Something about not wanting her favorite student to get behind…”

Hermione blushed, but inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief. School had always been very important to her. “The NEWTs are coming up at the end of the year,” she reminded them.

“Hermione you worry too much,” Blaise said. “You could probably take your NEWTs tomorrow and pass with flying colours.”

“Pass? If passing was good enough, love, I could have taken them at the end of last year. I need to do better than the best,” Hermione said calmly.

Draco and Blaise shared another glance. They knew how hard it was for Muggle-borns to make their way in the wizarding world. Draco ducked his head a little. Although she had forgiven him, he had personally made most of her years at school as difficult as he could. He reached over and took her hand, lifting it to his lips for a gentle kiss across her knuckles.

“I’m not thinking about the past, love,” she said to Draco. “I want to have a future in our world. Hogwarts is indeed child’s play compared to the prejudice I will face after graduation.”

“Maybe we should be thinking about taking some kind of trip after Hogwarts. The Dark Lord is gone, and we could go on to University when we get back. Have a grip year,” Blaise said excitedly.

Hermione smiled indulgently, “A gap year, love.”

“A what?” Draco asked with a slight frown between his brows.

“A gap year, Draco. It’s becoming more commonplace for students to take a year off and travel, perhaps do some volunteer work before they go on to University,” Hermione explained.

Draco and Blaise both looked down to hide the looks on their faces when Hermione mentioned ‘volunteer’ work. They were Slytherins. Enough said.

Hermione wasn’t fooled even slightly. However, she was also willing to appeal to their self-interest. “It might be just the thing to begin to repair the damage done to your family name Draco,” she said bravely.

“With the Order or with the Death Eaters?” Draco asked wryly. “The Dark Lord is just now getting warmed up in hell and he was dispatched with the sword of my family. I’m hoping that might go a certain distance with the members of the Light, but it will go just as far to damn my name with the members of the Dark.”

“I wasn’t really thinking of the Death Eaters, Draco.” Hermione frowned pensively. “They will be in grave danger in the coming months, especially without their strongest members.”

“Yes,” Blaise agreed. “They will have nothing to lose and would be happy to die killing Draco.”

Hermione drew a light cashmere blanket from the back of the sofa she was sitting on and laid it over herself, as if to ward off a non-existent chill in the room. Blaise and Draco both watched this operation with calm dismay. They knew that Hermione wanted to believe that their problems were over with the destruction of the Dark Lord. The most immediate danger had passed, certainly, but the difficult work of putting lives back together had barely begun.

“I will have to go before the Wizengamot and take the title of Lord Malfoy,” Draco said, his head down. “Severus and I have agreed that my mother will cede the title of Lady Malfoy and we will both pledge to the Light. This is part of the plea that was put together to keep Lucius out of Azkaban.”

“Are you sure that’s wise, Draco?” Blaise asked. “With the Talisman of Venus still in effect, your father would do anything to be with Hermione.”

Draco was troubled by his decision to keep Lucius out of prison. However, he knew better than most that losing all his political power, his title and restricting his movement to one of the far-flung Malfoy estates would be a greater punishment than Azkaban for his father. If Lucius had been incarcerated, he could have continued to feed his hate with the indignity of it. Everyone was going to know that he had chosen his fate, that he had once again used money to escape what a faithful Death Eater would have had forced upon him.

Draco looked Blaise in the eyes and read the message that was there. The Zabinis were not finished with Lucius Malfoy. The plea bargain that the Ministry had agreed to brokered no difference on the vengeance they had claimed. Draco had no say in his father’s fate, he knew that. It was unlikely that Blaise would get his hands dirty with Lucius, there was a reason both his father and his brother had come to London. Draco had been surrounded by ruthless men all his life, but there was something implacable about Carlo Zabini that made his blood run cold. After they were done with his father, he would have to take care that his relationship with Hermione did not land him in the line of fire.

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Hi. I seem to be back. If Autumn Lecroix can throw down a new chapter after 2 years, I figured I would do the same. Finally going to finish it. I’m not sure if anyone will read it at this point, but it will make me happy to be done.