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Chapter 6
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“HERMIONE JANE GRANGER, EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”
Hermione knew that her parents would not take it in the best of ways. She knew that it would be difficult to explain it to them in a way that would keep her from ruining her relationship with them forever. While they had always accepted her magical escapades without too much question, eloping when she was supposed to be staying with the Weasleys was not on her list of usual extra curricular activities.
So, the following morning, while Draco was still asleep, she crept out and Apparated to her parents house. She wanted to be able to explain the situation to them on her own terms, without her father threatening to take Draco out and kill him for “deflowering his little girl.” Of course, Mr. Granger had accused Ron of that, because she still hadn’t told them that she wasn’t married to Ron.
As soon as she had arrived on their front doorstep, Hermione had prepared herself for a very large scolding. The instant she walked in, her mother had appeared in the doorframe at the end of the hall, very red in the face, her bushy blond hair framing her face. Hermione noticed with trepidation that her mother was wearing her painting clothes, and there was paint in her hair. Oh, shite, she thought, preparing herself for the worst.
Her father had quickly come in from the backyard on hearing his wife scream, and he helped the two women in his family into the living room so they could have a family chat to understand what was going on. Of course, the instant Hermione had gotten her mother calmed down, her father started yelling about how he was going to kill Ronald Weasley and such. Within five minutes, her mother was screaming again, and that was when Hermione came up with a plan.
Hermione Granger was famous for making plans. Plans for studying, plans for breaking into the Ministry of Magic, plans to get Draco to notice her. So, it was no surprise that she had a plan. This just happened to be her first plan as a married woman, so she had to start her plan count all over again. Too bad, really, she thought. I was up to 265 last week.
Hermione Jane Granger Malfoy’s Plan #1
Hermione leaned back against the couch while her parents stood in front of her yelling mostly unintelligible words and phrases so loud that very quickly a headache was beginning to form. Yet, Hermione just tuned her parents out, and remembered that she and Draco had decided that only their closest friends would be told that they had gotten married while drunk, and she also remembered that this was her first test to play the charade they had agreed upon. Tests she could handle. She was prepared for all tests, and always passed them with between 98 and 115%. This would be no exception.
About an hour later, both of her parents had lost a considerable amount of steam and both of their voices. Deciding that it was time to put her plan into action, Hermione led both her parents back to their chairs and stood in front of them with her prepared speech playing in her head. “Listen, I understand that you are both very upset, but we are all adults here. And before you say anything, Mum, I came of age in the wizarding world last September and come of age in your world in a little over a month. So, please consider what I have to say before saying any more!
“First off, I did not marry Ron. I told you, we broke up six months ago, and had only dated for three months when we broke up. He is now dating another girl, and is very happy with her. Also, I never really liked him as much as I did another bloke. Mum, you knew this; I told you all about him. I’ve liked him for years, but thought that he would never like me back and that it was a waste of my time, so when Ron asked me out, I agreed, so I could make him jealous. While it did hurt when we broke up, I never had gotten over Draco.” Her mother gasped a little at the name, recognizing it a bit. “Draco and I got together this summer, and we fell so in love that it seemed wrong not to elope.”
Hermione paused, looking at her feet, and willed fake tears to her eyes. When she looked back up at her parents, her voice wobbled, as she finished, “I never meant to hurt you or anything. I just love him more than anything else in the world, and he loves me, and he can provide for me and keep me safe.”
After a few moments of silence, her mother’s romantic side prevailed over her initial anger. With tears in her eyes, so ran towards her daughter and engulfed her in a hug. They both broke into sobs, and this time, Hermione’s were real, as her fears that her parents might not accept her were destroyed. After a few moments, her father left the room and came back with the tea set.
Hermione declined tea, saying that she and Draco were going out to lunch, as they hadn’t really had time for a honeymoon. With a brief kiss to her daughter’s cheek, Mrs. Granger went upstairs to shower and change. Once she was out of hearing range, Hermione turned to her father. “She was painting? She was that upset?” she asked worriedly.
Rubbing his face wearily, Mr. Granger replied, “Yes, darling. She was a mess. ‘Louisa,’ I said. ‘Louisa, there is probably a very good reason behind all of this.’” He smiled fondly down at his daughter, and kissed her forehead. “Darling, as long as you’re happy, I’m okay with this.”
Hermione smiled up at her father, and shocked herself with how sincere the answer actually was, “I really am.”
With another smile, her father said, “Well, as long as you’re happy, and he doesn’t call me ‘Dad’ or ‘Andrew,’ I’m happy, too.”
Laughing, Hermione assured him that Draco would not call him by his first name, and she left the house with a promise to come by for dinner in a week’s time.
* * *
When Draco awoke that morning, he was convinced that he had a dream in which he and Granger, the girl of his fantasies and inspiration of his masturbation, had shagged like rabbits and then gotten married. Since no one was next to him in bed, that was a very distinct possibility, until he felt the wedding band on his ring finger. Sitting up quickly in bed, he noticed that he was in one of the guest rooms, and on the bedside table next to him was a note.
Draco,
I have gone by my parent’s house to head off their initial kill-you instinct. I should be back by lunch.
Hermione
A quick look at his watch showed that it was about ten o’clock, so could be home any time. He fell back among the many silk pillows of the bed, and considered what to do. Technically, since he and Hermione had gotten married at one in the morning the day before, their wedding night had been last night, and they hadn’t shagged.
Draco pouted, slightly upset by that fact, and the fact that he was wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt instead of butt naked and sore from much frolicking. This simply would not due.
What was a seventeen-year-old married man to do?
And that was when he got it. His first plan as a married man. See, Draco was famous in Slytherin for his plans. Plans to win Quidditch matches, plans to get out of being a Death Eater, and plans to get a certain witch into his bed. Now, it was time to come up with a plan to get his wife to shag him. Seeing as he was married now, he decided to start his plan counter all over again.
Draco Abraxas Malfoy’s Plan #1
Draco quickly began to set his plan into action. He opened the curtains that surrounded the four-poster king-sized (a little smaller than the bed in his room) bed. Next, he summoned the pictures he had of Hermione. They weren’t racy, or anything, just pictures of her laughing with her friends, pictures of her at the Yule Ball, that sort of thing. Yet, unknown to his wife, they were what he masturbated to. Moving quickly, he took off all of his clothes, leaving only his wedding band and his fully erect penis.
It was so tempting to begin to take care of the foot-long piece of flesh in front of him right then and there. He was lying on the pillows, which still smelled of her, and had pictures of her from the Yule Ball right in front of him. Yet, in order for his plan to work to its full potential, he had to wait to hear the sound of her walking into the manor before he began.
Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. Within fifteen minutes, the sound of the doors opening downstairs echoed throughout the house, and he grabbed the pictures in one hand, and his cock in the other.
He stroked, up and down, up and down, imagining it was Hermione’s hand instead of his. He lost himself in thinking of the feeling of her mouth attempting to fit its entire length inside of it, and was moaning and yelling her name before he even realized it.
He didn’t notice her frenzied footsteps as she approached the bedroom, or her gaping mouth as she witnessed him pleasuring himself with thoughts and pictures of her. It was only when his orgasm had shook his body that he realized that she was in the doorway.
It took all of his self control not to cum again right then and there. Her face was bright red, her breathing unsteady, and she unconsciously was rubbing her crotch through her trousers. Remember his plan, he immediately took on a look of shock and embarrassment.
“Oh, Merlin, er, Hermione, I’m so sorry. Have you, er, been there long?” he asked, hoping to sound very timid, although doing nothing to hide the fact that he already had another erection and was lying on a bed completely naked.
He saw her attempt to control herself as her eyes kept straying from his face down his torso, to his erection, and back again. “Er, yes, actually. I just got back from my parents.”
Languidly, Draco reached over to his bedside table and picked up his wand so he could clean the bed and himself. However, he still left the erection alone.
Hermione moved into the room, and picked up the photos. “Do you, er, use these often?” she squeaked, clearly embarrassed.
Taking a risk, Draco moved off of the bed and in one smooth moment wrapped his arms around her stomach from behind, burying his face in her neck and grinding his erection against her arse. “I have to admit, I do,” he breathed into her neck. He could feel her turning to jelly right there in his arms.
“Hermione, I’m a seventeen-year-old male, and when I was eleven I took a wizard’s oath never to cheat on a woman. But having you in my bed, and being unable to have you is driving me crazy,” he confessed.
“Well,” she squeaked again, trying to regain control of her voice. “I suppose we could, er, make a point to shag once a week.” She paused to moan a bit as he turned her around and ground his erection into her groin and squeezed her arse. Suddenly, though, she realized who she was with and what was going on, and the entire situation.
“Draco,” she scolded, her voice suddenly laced with sense. “I need to ease into this. I can’t just all of a sudden shag you every moment of the day. I promise you that every Friday we can shag. Honestly, I’m not that experienced.” He raised an eyebrow at her, remembering the night that had gotten them into that mess.
“No, honestly!” she protested. With a sigh, she whispered, “You were my first. Ron and I only got as far as him groping my chest, because we only dated for three months and he was my first boyfriend. Whatever we did that night, I was clearly just trying to make up for lost time. So, every Friday night we can shag, and then ease into more than that.”
Dejectedly, Draco removed himself from her, and said, “Okay, then, every Friday night it is.”
With a half smile, Hermione added, “And I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t try to seduce me again, at least for these first couple of months. Honestly, Draco, I would like for us to be able to fall in love because I didn’t plan on getting divorced in life, and I can’t do that if you are acting like a randy teenager every time you see me.”
Very frustrated, and slightly confused as to how she discovered that it was not planned, Draco mumbled, “Sure, I suppose that makes sense.” They stood awkwardly, looking every where but at each other. Sighing, Draco finally said, “Okay, let’s start all over. Again.”
Smiling, Hermione said, “Sounds lovely.”
**
well, what do you think? they're going to start all over. . .again. . . :)
xx
Suzz
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“HERMIONE JANE GRANGER, EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”
Hermione knew that her parents would not take it in the best of ways. She knew that it would be difficult to explain it to them in a way that would keep her from ruining her relationship with them forever. While they had always accepted her magical escapades without too much question, eloping when she was supposed to be staying with the Weasleys was not on her list of usual extra curricular activities.
So, the following morning, while Draco was still asleep, she crept out and Apparated to her parents house. She wanted to be able to explain the situation to them on her own terms, without her father threatening to take Draco out and kill him for “deflowering his little girl.” Of course, Mr. Granger had accused Ron of that, because she still hadn’t told them that she wasn’t married to Ron.
As soon as she had arrived on their front doorstep, Hermione had prepared herself for a very large scolding. The instant she walked in, her mother had appeared in the doorframe at the end of the hall, very red in the face, her bushy blond hair framing her face. Hermione noticed with trepidation that her mother was wearing her painting clothes, and there was paint in her hair. Oh, shite, she thought, preparing herself for the worst.
Her father had quickly come in from the backyard on hearing his wife scream, and he helped the two women in his family into the living room so they could have a family chat to understand what was going on. Of course, the instant Hermione had gotten her mother calmed down, her father started yelling about how he was going to kill Ronald Weasley and such. Within five minutes, her mother was screaming again, and that was when Hermione came up with a plan.
Hermione Granger was famous for making plans. Plans for studying, plans for breaking into the Ministry of Magic, plans to get Draco to notice her. So, it was no surprise that she had a plan. This just happened to be her first plan as a married woman, so she had to start her plan count all over again. Too bad, really, she thought. I was up to 265 last week.
Hermione Jane Granger Malfoy’s Plan #1
Hermione leaned back against the couch while her parents stood in front of her yelling mostly unintelligible words and phrases so loud that very quickly a headache was beginning to form. Yet, Hermione just tuned her parents out, and remembered that she and Draco had decided that only their closest friends would be told that they had gotten married while drunk, and she also remembered that this was her first test to play the charade they had agreed upon. Tests she could handle. She was prepared for all tests, and always passed them with between 98 and 115%. This would be no exception.
About an hour later, both of her parents had lost a considerable amount of steam and both of their voices. Deciding that it was time to put her plan into action, Hermione led both her parents back to their chairs and stood in front of them with her prepared speech playing in her head. “Listen, I understand that you are both very upset, but we are all adults here. And before you say anything, Mum, I came of age in the wizarding world last September and come of age in your world in a little over a month. So, please consider what I have to say before saying any more!
“First off, I did not marry Ron. I told you, we broke up six months ago, and had only dated for three months when we broke up. He is now dating another girl, and is very happy with her. Also, I never really liked him as much as I did another bloke. Mum, you knew this; I told you all about him. I’ve liked him for years, but thought that he would never like me back and that it was a waste of my time, so when Ron asked me out, I agreed, so I could make him jealous. While it did hurt when we broke up, I never had gotten over Draco.” Her mother gasped a little at the name, recognizing it a bit. “Draco and I got together this summer, and we fell so in love that it seemed wrong not to elope.”
Hermione paused, looking at her feet, and willed fake tears to her eyes. When she looked back up at her parents, her voice wobbled, as she finished, “I never meant to hurt you or anything. I just love him more than anything else in the world, and he loves me, and he can provide for me and keep me safe.”
After a few moments of silence, her mother’s romantic side prevailed over her initial anger. With tears in her eyes, so ran towards her daughter and engulfed her in a hug. They both broke into sobs, and this time, Hermione’s were real, as her fears that her parents might not accept her were destroyed. After a few moments, her father left the room and came back with the tea set.
Hermione declined tea, saying that she and Draco were going out to lunch, as they hadn’t really had time for a honeymoon. With a brief kiss to her daughter’s cheek, Mrs. Granger went upstairs to shower and change. Once she was out of hearing range, Hermione turned to her father. “She was painting? She was that upset?” she asked worriedly.
Rubbing his face wearily, Mr. Granger replied, “Yes, darling. She was a mess. ‘Louisa,’ I said. ‘Louisa, there is probably a very good reason behind all of this.’” He smiled fondly down at his daughter, and kissed her forehead. “Darling, as long as you’re happy, I’m okay with this.”
Hermione smiled up at her father, and shocked herself with how sincere the answer actually was, “I really am.”
With another smile, her father said, “Well, as long as you’re happy, and he doesn’t call me ‘Dad’ or ‘Andrew,’ I’m happy, too.”
Laughing, Hermione assured him that Draco would not call him by his first name, and she left the house with a promise to come by for dinner in a week’s time.
When Draco awoke that morning, he was convinced that he had a dream in which he and Granger, the girl of his fantasies and inspiration of his masturbation, had shagged like rabbits and then gotten married. Since no one was next to him in bed, that was a very distinct possibility, until he felt the wedding band on his ring finger. Sitting up quickly in bed, he noticed that he was in one of the guest rooms, and on the bedside table next to him was a note.
Draco,
I have gone by my parent’s house to head off their initial kill-you instinct. I should be back by lunch.
Hermione
A quick look at his watch showed that it was about ten o’clock, so could be home any time. He fell back among the many silk pillows of the bed, and considered what to do. Technically, since he and Hermione had gotten married at one in the morning the day before, their wedding night had been last night, and they hadn’t shagged.
Draco pouted, slightly upset by that fact, and the fact that he was wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt instead of butt naked and sore from much frolicking. This simply would not due.
What was a seventeen-year-old married man to do?
And that was when he got it. His first plan as a married man. See, Draco was famous in Slytherin for his plans. Plans to win Quidditch matches, plans to get out of being a Death Eater, and plans to get a certain witch into his bed. Now, it was time to come up with a plan to get his wife to shag him. Seeing as he was married now, he decided to start his plan counter all over again.
Draco Abraxas Malfoy’s Plan #1
Draco quickly began to set his plan into action. He opened the curtains that surrounded the four-poster king-sized (a little smaller than the bed in his room) bed. Next, he summoned the pictures he had of Hermione. They weren’t racy, or anything, just pictures of her laughing with her friends, pictures of her at the Yule Ball, that sort of thing. Yet, unknown to his wife, they were what he masturbated to. Moving quickly, he took off all of his clothes, leaving only his wedding band and his fully erect penis.
It was so tempting to begin to take care of the foot-long piece of flesh in front of him right then and there. He was lying on the pillows, which still smelled of her, and had pictures of her from the Yule Ball right in front of him. Yet, in order for his plan to work to its full potential, he had to wait to hear the sound of her walking into the manor before he began.
Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. Within fifteen minutes, the sound of the doors opening downstairs echoed throughout the house, and he grabbed the pictures in one hand, and his cock in the other.
He stroked, up and down, up and down, imagining it was Hermione’s hand instead of his. He lost himself in thinking of the feeling of her mouth attempting to fit its entire length inside of it, and was moaning and yelling her name before he even realized it.
He didn’t notice her frenzied footsteps as she approached the bedroom, or her gaping mouth as she witnessed him pleasuring himself with thoughts and pictures of her. It was only when his orgasm had shook his body that he realized that she was in the doorway.
It took all of his self control not to cum again right then and there. Her face was bright red, her breathing unsteady, and she unconsciously was rubbing her crotch through her trousers. Remember his plan, he immediately took on a look of shock and embarrassment.
“Oh, Merlin, er, Hermione, I’m so sorry. Have you, er, been there long?” he asked, hoping to sound very timid, although doing nothing to hide the fact that he already had another erection and was lying on a bed completely naked.
He saw her attempt to control herself as her eyes kept straying from his face down his torso, to his erection, and back again. “Er, yes, actually. I just got back from my parents.”
Languidly, Draco reached over to his bedside table and picked up his wand so he could clean the bed and himself. However, he still left the erection alone.
Hermione moved into the room, and picked up the photos. “Do you, er, use these often?” she squeaked, clearly embarrassed.
Taking a risk, Draco moved off of the bed and in one smooth moment wrapped his arms around her stomach from behind, burying his face in her neck and grinding his erection against her arse. “I have to admit, I do,” he breathed into her neck. He could feel her turning to jelly right there in his arms.
“Hermione, I’m a seventeen-year-old male, and when I was eleven I took a wizard’s oath never to cheat on a woman. But having you in my bed, and being unable to have you is driving me crazy,” he confessed.
“Well,” she squeaked again, trying to regain control of her voice. “I suppose we could, er, make a point to shag once a week.” She paused to moan a bit as he turned her around and ground his erection into her groin and squeezed her arse. Suddenly, though, she realized who she was with and what was going on, and the entire situation.
“Draco,” she scolded, her voice suddenly laced with sense. “I need to ease into this. I can’t just all of a sudden shag you every moment of the day. I promise you that every Friday we can shag. Honestly, I’m not that experienced.” He raised an eyebrow at her, remembering the night that had gotten them into that mess.
“No, honestly!” she protested. With a sigh, she whispered, “You were my first. Ron and I only got as far as him groping my chest, because we only dated for three months and he was my first boyfriend. Whatever we did that night, I was clearly just trying to make up for lost time. So, every Friday night we can shag, and then ease into more than that.”
Dejectedly, Draco removed himself from her, and said, “Okay, then, every Friday night it is.”
With a half smile, Hermione added, “And I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t try to seduce me again, at least for these first couple of months. Honestly, Draco, I would like for us to be able to fall in love because I didn’t plan on getting divorced in life, and I can’t do that if you are acting like a randy teenager every time you see me.”
Very frustrated, and slightly confused as to how she discovered that it was not planned, Draco mumbled, “Sure, I suppose that makes sense.” They stood awkwardly, looking every where but at each other. Sighing, Draco finally said, “Okay, let’s start all over. Again.”
Smiling, Hermione said, “Sounds lovely.”
**
well, what do you think? they're going to start all over. . .again. . . :)
xx
Suzz