Stitched Mouths

Hermione sat in her chair on stage, staring out over the crowd of graduating students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She moved a little, trying to get comfortable but that was near impossible in the searing spring heat and black robes that covered her. She had a fuchsia and violet sash that went over her shoulders to mark her as Head Girl with the Gryffindor crest stitched onto her right breast. She also had in her hands the speech she had just given and her diploma, they were just listening to the final formalities before throwing their hats into the air and hurrying to the after parties. They were all invited to the Hogsmeade party which is what Draco and herself had organized along with most of the other proceedings. Draco wore a deep mahogany and midnight blue sash over his shoulders along with the Slytherin crest, he smirked over at Hermione as he caught her eye. They had also planned their own graduation party and had school owls deliver the elegant black invitations two days ago. She returned his smile and rose on que. They walked towards Headmistress McGonagall and accepted their extra paperwork stating they were graduating as Head Boy and Girl. They then waved to the crowd of family, friends and fellow graduating students who cheered loudly in return. Everything went off perfectly and as the coned hats flew into the air Hermione couldn’t help the satisfied grin spreading over her face. She had accomplished so much within these walls and had learned more than she ever thought possible about herself and the world around her. She followed Draco to the front doors where they talked to members of the Ministry along with other officials. There were other higher education institutions that usually tried to snag the top of the class but Hermione was set on her internship at St. Mungo’s and complimenting night medimagical classes offered by the famous hospital which was the best in Europe to date.

Hermione glanced around, Draco was talking to a few Ministry officials about his chair. He had little trouble assuming his father’s chair and everything was settled for him to take over as soon as possible. He was going to take a small vacation first and then return to the Ministry in top condition. He was going into another magical college that she forgot the name of, somewhere in Ireland but that wasn’t for another year. He had things to get into order first including the current war. Hermione then turned her sights on her two best friends. Harry was surrounded by the Minister of Magic and multiple Aurors. It was easy for him to get lost among all the interesting characters surrounding him. Ron was looking slightly uneasy as a rep from the Chudley Cannons drilled him. He had wanted other things but being the Quidditch Captain in his last year had drawn the attention of the different professional teams. He had started negotiations but was thinking about taking a year to figure out for himself what he wanted, he needed to have a lifestyle right now that accommodated the war and his involvement in it. He couldn’t get involved with games and teams, commitments to people that he couldn’t break. He finally broke away from the rep and walked over to Hermione. She smiled in welcome then politely excused herself from a few college reps, a couple St. Mungo’s reps and even a few ministry officials. Harry was by their side as they walked through the doors with Draco and Blaise following after, Vanessa on Blaise’s arm the entire time. They went to their respective dorms to get ready for the different parties that were going on for the night.

The Gryffindor common room was awashed with noise and excitement, Hermione nodded her hello to a few people before disappearing up to the door that magically opened to her own room that was actually deep inside the castle. She pulled off her Gryffindor tie and let it fall onto her bed as she walked to her walk in wardrobe. She rummaged through her clothes until she found the perfect outfit. She walked out and Draco was sitting on her bed, his robes open to reveal a black button down collared shirt with black silk slacks, he looked tired but content.

“You look like you want to take a nap inside of go to a party,” Hermione commented as she laid out a black dress on the overstuffed chair next to the window.

“Politics always make me tired,” Draco answered, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. Hermione walked over and sat down next to him, leaning over to look into his eyes.

“Where are you going to go first?” Hermione asked, tracing her fingers down his chest, he smiled into her eyes.

“Where ever you’re going, I just want to be with you,” he breathed, she smiled in return, leaning down and taking his lips, brushing her tongue along his delicious bottom lip. He deepened the kiss, battling his tongue with her own as he ran his hand down her shoulder and wrapped his other arm around her waist, lifting her fully onto him. She groaned, grinding against him. She leaned back and he instantly started pulling off her robes, revealing a black shirt with a short black and gray plaid skirt. He pulled her back down, running his hands over her body as he kissed her hard. He slid his hands up under her shirt, she leaned back so he could pull it off and then snap off her bra also. He moved her to the bed, covering her body with his own as he kissed her over and over again, his hands running over her exposed breasts and down, lifting her knee up and running his hand down. He kneaded her thigh and caressed her panties, she moaned as he increased the pressure on her still covered clit, she arched up against him as he kissed his way down to her nipples, sucking lightly on one and then the other. He pulled down her panties and dropped them over the side of the bed and position himself between her legs, kissing her navel lightly and looking up into her eyes as he slowly made a soft dry line of kisses down to her clit, she hissed as he licked her then started lightly nibbling. She ran her hand through his soft platinum hair, quivering as he kept licking her. She pulled him up, snapping his shirt off and started on the buttons on his pants, he looked down on her, letting her take of his clothes. She smirked up at him as he wiggled out of his slacks and pulled her up against him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“I worship you,” he breathed, running his fingers lightly through her honey colored silk tresses, she smiled softly, running her hands over his ivory muscled back. He lightly kissed her before they collapsed back onto the bed. She wrapped her legs around him as he slowly entered her, she moaned, closing her eyes as she raked her nails down his back. He clamped his teeth onto her soft neck tightly as he plunged into her. She cried out, meeting his thrusts, he groaned, feeling his own orgasm start to burn across his senses, she growled, deeply staring into his eyes.

They slowly started to move again as the afterglow started to fade away, she deftly flipped part of his silk platinum hair out of his face as he sat up, pulling his legs to the side. He smiled softly back at her before getting up and gathering up his discarded clothing. She watched him silently and then slowly got up as he walked out, closing the door behind him. She then walked over to the dress on the chair and slipped it on. It hugged her curves and was backless. It tied at the back of her neck and laced down her back to the swell of her butt, she walked over to her vanity and picked up the mask that was waiting for her. It was a black mask that was cut with an angle so it showed off her right cheek and lips but almost completely covered the left side of her face but had another cut angle so her left eye was exposed. She charmed it in place after pulling back her hair and letting it flow down her back in soft honey curls. She charmed her eye make up onto the exposed left eye. Black eye liner curled off towards her temple and down to her cheek while dark blue eye shadow covered both her eye lids. She then lightly charmed a dark, almost black red that faded into a lighter red towards the center of her lips and sparkled glossily. She then smoothed down her the long skirt on her dress. It trailed after her as she walked. She then pulled on her black low heeled boots and elbow silk black gloves. She turned at the knock on her door and called for them to come in. Ron followed by Harry walked through the door.

“Ready?” She asked, smiling at them. They both wore sharp black suits with black and white striped matching ties. They also wore matching black and white half masks.

“Yep,” Ron answered instantly.

“Of course,” Harry answered quietly after, she nodded and led the way to the door, stashing her wand in it’s special pocket charmed seamlessly into the dress on her right side.

Hermione looked up at the beautiful cottage nestled behind Hogsmeade. It was part of Draco’s estate that he had inherited and had been in the family for a couple of generations. It was the youngest of all the places his family owned. Emerald green lights were set in each window and the double doors billowed smoke from the center crack. She walked up and used the dark metal knocker. It opened and she looked over to the last fading rays of the sunset then walked in with Ron and Harry following. Soft piano music floated towards her, she walked towards the large piano room. Draco was seated there with Blaise next to him, leaning against the white Grand piano. There were other students talking to each other around the mildly lit room. The chandelier had a few dozen tapered candles seated on the intricate metal. Draco glanced up at her as she walked towards him, he wore fine linen black dress robes with spiked leather wrist bands on both of his delicate wrists. His fingernails were also painted black as they caressed the black and white keys lovingly before him. His mask was also black and white like Harry’s and Ron’s. His platinum blonde hair fell over the mask lightly as he leaned forward. Blaise had also fine black dress robes on with a dark almost black green mask on that covered his entire face, the lips were painted black, his rust red curls fell over his mask. She smiled at him and he nodded in return. Vanessa appeared next to him suddenly, she curtsied to Hermione and Harry lightly kissed her offered hand. Vanessa had on a deep midnight blue strapless dress with long matching satin gloves, a diamond encrusted white gold bracelet clasped onto her right wrist. Her mask split down the center of her face so it covered the left side and had a diamond pattern on it in midnight blue and black with tiny diamonds set on each crossing of the pattern. A blue diamond was painted around her right eye and she wore blue lipstick to match. Her short brown hair also had a diamond encrusted accessory that pinned up her hair in the back and blue feathers shot out of it like a fan while ringlets framed her round face.

“Thank you for coming, the both of you, it’s truly a pleasure,” Hermione looked between Blaise and Vanessa.

“Of course,” Vanessa replied and looked up at Blaise who looked back, the mask completely hiding his expression. Hermione then turned to greet the rest of the guests. It was a party of the most influential of Hogwarts. The students who were either extremely rich or had gotten very good positions in the wizarding world. Hermione and Draco were the only ones who knew exactly who was there because they had been the ones to send out the invitations. The party was a success in the sense that by the end, different surprising pairings left the house, not knowing who they were going home with at all. Hermione saw them all off and then shut the door, turning to where her pets were waiting for her.

“Are they in position?” Hermione asked.

“They are waiting for you, my goddess,” Draco answered, she nodded, smiling as she walked towards the dungeon that was in every place of residence that the Malfoys owned.

TBC

Notes: You’re just going to have to wait to see what happens next…muahahahaha!!! Don’t worry, won’t take that long.